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ominoose · 7 months

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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

Characters: Steven Grant, Nathan Bateman, Llewyn Davis, Jake Lockley, Blue Jones Summary: Oscar Characters characters teaching subjects at school. Warnings: None WC: 1.7k

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 - 𝗛𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

His natural passion and accidental ability to hyper-fixate on things means he can teach all the required topics with ridiculous detail, but we all know which subject he dominates best.

The vast majority of the students adore him. Mr Grant’s lessons are always fun, he lets the class make posters (that include all nine members of the Ennead), do Kahoot quizzes, create live re-enactments of historical events. Even when he’s just talking off a power point, his voice, mannerisms and tendency to act things out has the children engrossed and giggling.

The classroom walls are absolutely littered with posters, some bought and some done by students. There's inspiring quotes, positivity kittens and Egyptian puns.

Not only is he a good teacher, but a good mentor. Being autistic himself, he notices any neurodivergent or “othered” kids and makes it a point to find what they’re passionate about and working it into their curriculum. If someones struggling he’ll arrange one-on-one time, asking them what they’re strengths are not just to help figure out how to work with them, but to remind them they have strengths.

While most students do love him, the few troublemakers know he’s not the strictest and thus will absolutely take the piss. Feigning ignorance and struggles as an excuse to why they missed a deadline or didn’t do the homework. Steven, the optimist he is, is always happy to give second, third and fourth chances. It does take that long for him to realise they’re not genuine, and yet he’ll still try, convincing himself that he’ll be able to turn them straight with the magic of friendship.

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 - 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

It would be like finding a needle in a haystack trying to find a single student in the many years Nathan had been teaching that didn’t, at least at one point, absolutely despise him. Mr Bateman was far from the friendliest, lax teacher to his students, bordering on a bit of an asshole really. He had an absolute zero tolerance policy for time wasting, messing around and not giving 100%. All students were expected to keep up, get the work done on time and spend time studying and completing exercises at home. If you didn’t do that, you weren’t trying hard enough.

The common conception of a hard-ass wasn’t ill fitting, but it wasn’t without reason. Mr Bateman was a hard-ass because he wanted his students to grasp every opportunity at their disposal and stretch their potential. Some people were born smarter, some learned quicker from a young age but every single person could better themselves regardless of whether they started at Level 10 or Level 0.

It also shouldn’t be said that he wanted students that simply obeyed. It was a story passed down to students about the time a student, in a fit of frustration and defiance to the teacher that always pushed them, completely disregarded the set code structure and wrote their own entirely new one that completed the aim function. While everyone would expect them to be given weeks worth of detention and a reaming, but Mr Bateman simply smiled, said well done and moved on with the lesson. Apparently the kid managed to get a full paid scholarship into top university, but that was just hearsay. Rumour has it his middle name is Hamlet too, snickering students will whisper.

Besides his rigid teaching style, not much is known about him. The classroom is minimalist, only a coffee flask and a pot of three black ballpoints sit on his desk. The walls are sparse beyond a handful of posters about common coding knowledge.

𝗟𝗹𝗲𝘄𝘆𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀 - 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰

The beginning of every new school year followed the same routine. Kids would hear their music teacher was a published artist, get insanely excited, go to class then realise published was not synonymous with success and wither with disappointment. Mr Davis gave up caring years ago, at least he finally had a steady gig, albeit at the cost of his soul.

Classes were average. Sometimes students were treated to his natural singing voice, something that always sparked smiles and attention from the kids, but usually lessons were Llewyn bearing through kids bashing piano keys and drum pads as he wandered around and did his best to tutor them through it.

To kids that were required to take the class, it was alright. Mr Davis wasn’t a hard ass, although it did drain his soul to see kids blind to the brilliance and potential of music. His homework mostly consisted of practicing at home or listening to different genres. To kids that genuinely enjoyed music, it was bliss. Mr Davis was no dream mentor for sure, he was quite stubborn about what he thought “good music” sounded like, but when he sat with someone he could share the passion with, the kid would feel like an equal.

The classroom was always open to kids that wanted time to practice, he knew what an escape music could be, and would never hesitate to sit and work out a song or even add his guitar to whatever a student was playing.

The room was a riot on a good day. All sorts of instruments littered and surrounded the desks, posters of musicians and notes and the different types of brass instruments lined the walls and there was always something playing in the background. A basket of fruit and cereal bars was always sat fully stocked next to the door, with a “Help Yourself” sign stuck to it. No one knew why, and no one ever thought to question it.

𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘆 - 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵

Spanish was always a full class, no matter what year or whether the students actually cared about Spanish. Students either swooned over him or wanted to be his friend. Mr Lockley knew, although had no clue why, but who cares as long as he was able to spread some Spanish around. The point is, Mr Lockley had no enemies at school.

Like a typical Spanish teacher, the register was taken in Spanish, if you wanted to ask to go to the toilet it had to be Spanish and if you wanted to pass notes in class they had better be in Spanish. He wasn’t the most forgiving, the man expected homework to be in on time and god help you if it was google translate. Mr Lockley would call you out, make you re-do it in his class at lunch or give detention to repeat offenders.

If students had been doing reasonably well he’d bring in some traditional Latin American foods for students to try, turn on a Spanish movie or even treat them to a little story about his past. Remember the Chef in Ratatouille that killed a guy with one thumb? That's the type of nonsense he talked about, albeit a bit more kid friendly. Most of the stories were embellished tales of him saving a grannies purse from being stolen, but some students always wondered about that hardened, broody looking teacher.

Mr Lockley prefers to keep his help to class time, long past learning his lesson about the very obvious students that came to him giggling and blushing behind their hands. On a rare occasion however, he will accept a student that comes knocking, overly apologetic and pleading for just a little help on their assignment, especially if the student is a quiet one. His lunch is set aside and he gestures for the student to take a seat before going over it with them, helping them with pronunciation, never shaming them or getting annoyed if they make a basic mistake. At the end he’ll even teach them how to say shit in Spanish, if they can keep it a little secret.

The classroom has posters of different Latin American countries, verbs and nouns, the different gendered terms. His desk was a little cluttered, a ‘Mejor Profesor’ mug, papers half marked and some drawings done by students hung nearby.

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 - 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆

No one's favourite teacher but everyone knew him and had something to say. If a student had him later in the day they’d need to pray the morning classes were well behaved or pray they knew someone in said classes that could give a heads up on his moods. It didn’t matter either way, you could walk in one him sucking on his lower lip and glaring the entire class down and walk away with him smiling and patting backs. It was every student for themselves in that class. The only consistency was the white lab coat he wore.

There were obvious favourites, usually people who found a good balance of kissing his ass but not too overtly, asking for help while still expressing basic knowledge. If you asked too many questions, he would openly sigh or ignore you for someone else. If you gave an answer he thought was stupid, he wouldn’t hide the hands raking over his face in annoyance. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you’d skirt by okay until one day in the middle of a lesson he calls your name with a faux chirp, predatory smile and ask a question. Answer correctly and you can rest assured he'll (probably) leave you alone for the next few lessons, answer wrong and enjoy doing exam questions as practice.

Detention for even a hint of a Breaking Bad reference. Openly hated a student named Jessie. Weirdly, students notice it's not the chemistry part that annoys him, it's the inaccurate portrayal of drug transactions and the costs. No one has dared ask why he knows so much about that.

Mr Jones’ door is usually locked at lunch and after class, he'll blatantly ignore any student that knocks and continue eating. On the stray chance a rare student manages to find him outside the class and has the balls to stop him, with his trademark sigh he'll begrudgingly set up a day and time to help them. It'll be a one-on-one session filled with eyerolls and being talked down to, but you'll get lots of extra knowledge and he'll even throw some of his old textbooks at you for free. Weirdly, he won't bother you in class anymore, just giving you a little smile out the corner of his eye.

The classroom has old periodic table posters from the teacher that retired years before him, and classroom rules about remembering to wear goggles or you'll go blind. The only thing on his desk besides several piles of paper is teacher mugs with variations of chemistry puns he pretends to hate.

#steven grant #nathan bateman #llewyn davis #jake lockley #blue jones #omiwrites

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boredzillenial · 9 months

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Double-Edged Desire

Blue’s noticed how good you’ve been and wants to reward you.

Themes: DEAD DOVE - DNE, Blue is his own warning, dub-con (power imbalance), f!reader, fingering, oral, biting, threat

Wordcount: 1.3k

The Lennox House is too loud, too dingy, and above all is the constant stench of fear. You can’t tell whether it’s mostly you or the other girls but fear permeates the very walls. You do your best to get the stench off your skin the first couple days of your stay. Showers were short and often cold, but the frigid water helped to keep you grounded. You could feel eyes on you but could never pinpoint where.

After your first week is when you noticed him, Blue. He was breaking up a fight between a couple of the more rowdy girls. The way he commanded the room, grabbed them by their collars and pulled them apart as if it took nothing. You knew you shouldn’t have watched so long, but you couldn’t stop. Not even when his gaze met yours and he gave you a cocky grin.

His dark gaze lingers on your skin like a heavy blanket as you adjusted to life here. In the days after your first caught glance you tried to move so someone, something could be between his gaze and you. You were already overstimulated from the moment you arrived and now? You’ve got his undivided attention…

Today it’s too much. You pad softly to your room, enjoying the quietness as you lay down and settle the covers over your head. Here in your own little world with the distant sounds muffled by the blankets you can almost picture yourself elsewhere, until a gentle voice and the click of your door’s lock interrupts the stillness.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.” Blue’s tone sent a shiver up your spine. “Can you come out?” His voice is so near you jolt upright, covers still up to your neck. “Attagirl that’s better.”

There’s that scent again and this time it’s definitely coming from you. “I read over your file, such a shame.” He tuts as he slowly pulls the blanket from your grip. “But I think I already like you. You’ve stayed out of trouble, you do as your told…” his smile is reassuring, but his eyes? Their intensity tells you all you need to know.

“I’m trying to be good, please I don’t want any trouble.” you’re soft plea is met with widening grin.

“Oh no no no, there’s no trouble. I’m here to reward you.” You shrink back against the wall to no avail as he leans forward. “I just need you to lie back sweet thing.” The juxtaposition of his cooing words and rough tug at your pants sends your mind spinning. Shame bubbles up at your exposed lower half. Your feeble attempt to close your legs is met with strong hands on your thighs.

“What are you-“ his finger on your lips cuts your protest short.

“None of that, open.” His voice is still low but there’s an edge of warning. You obey, opening your mouth ever so slightly. His breath catches as his finger slips past your parted lips and across your tongue. “Oh good girl, such a good girl.” He coos, “suck on it.”

The groan you pull from his throat as you suck shoots straight to your core, “Oh just like that.” He dips his head down, pressing his lips against your mound as you continue. “Fuck - what a sweet little cunt.”

The first swipe of his tongue up your slit sends you bucking forward. “Shh.” He hisses as he slips another finger past your lips.

Heat rises in your body as you obey, sucking down both his fingers in a steady pace. His other hand wraps around your leg to keep you open, at the mercy of his mouth. Fingers dig into your thigh and his face flushes as he works. His dark gaze flickers up to you, something in your expression makes him smile against your core.

He squints for a moment and focuses on your face as his tongue adjusts. Flat and firm against your clit earns him a soft groan, flicking the tip of his tongue against it elicits a sharp inhale.

He hums as he furrows his brow in thought, then you felt him chuckle. Something dark and low then, he gently sucks on your bundle of nerves sending you quivering. “There it is.” He growls, pulling his fingers from your mouth to get a hold on your other leg.

He adjusts to lock your legs open with his grip, looks up to you with a wink and sucks again.

“P-please!” You gasp, grabbing at the sheets beside you. You weren’t even quite sure what you were begging for at this point. For him to stop? For him to not stop? You bit your lip to try and muffle the noises that’re trying to escape your throat.

“Shhh it’s okay,” he coos, coming up to press his forehead against yours. “Just enjoy it.” He whispers against your lips before pressing a soft kiss against them. It was so gentle, so sweet that you start to melt into it.

He pulls away, shimmying back down to your exposed core. He looks up to you through thick lashes as he sinks a finger into your soaking heat. You suck in a breath, gripping the sheets till your knuckles turn white. “One more,” he encourages as another finger sinks deep into you. You arch against the sensation, breath coming unevenly. “So good, so fucking tight.” He purrs as his kisses your sensitive bud.

Blue began pumping his fingers slow and steady, curving them every time they sink deep. You felt your channel tighten and the swelling of pleasure low in your belly. “B-Blue I,” you voice rang out between ragged breathes. “Blue ple-AAHH!” He cut your sentence short by once again sucking on your oversensitive clit.

Your hand flew up to clamp over your mouth, to stop the startling noises that jumped out of you. This lasted only a moment when Blue turned and bit hard into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You gasp and twist but his arms keep you firmly in place.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth, do you hear me?” He growled.

You nod, tears welling up as you plead “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Blue I didn’t mean to -“ he kisses and licks softly where he bit.

“It’s alright, don’t let it happen again. I want to hear every sound. Every groan and scream from that perfect mouth.” He stopped, pinning you with his gaze. “And if you do it again I’ll fuck your throat raw.” He punctuated his threat with a kiss on your swollen clit.

“O-okay.” You sniffle, wiping tears from your eyes. He held your gaze for a beat longer before returning to what felt like him sucking the soul from your body. Every nerve feels alight as his fingers work and curve, his lips locked over your overworked nub. Your noises ringing out in your room till you were sure the whole of the Lennox House knew Blue has claimed you.

Sweat beads across your forehead and your breathing comes in pants as you reach your peak. With a choked cry your legs lock and squeeze around Blue’s head. He continues till you felt as if you were about to squeeze his head clean off his body. “Shhh shhh,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free from your fluttering core and sucking them clean. “Relax, just breath. You did so well.” He smiles.

His praise feels, unnerving to say the least as you come down from your high. You wince at the pulsing in your thigh and look down to see the angry red circle Blue left with his teeth. He tuts as he runs a thumb over the mark, causing you to flinch again. His eyes meet yours “This’ll be a good reminder, for you to keep listening.” He presses his thumb into the tender spot.

“Okay!” You yelp, “Okay I’m sorry, I’ll keep being good.”

He smirks, moving the thumb that’s pressing into your thigh to press against your clit. “Yes, you will…”

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flawless-v1ctory · 1 year

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Oscar Isaac in Sucker Punch (2011) dir. Zack Snyder

#oscar isaac #blue jones #sucker punch #gifs #moviegifs

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pygmi-cygni · 18 days

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sick bug - orderly!blue jones

i haven't written any orderly blue jones because he's spooky but i tried! so ta da...

thinking of doing a sickfic series lmk

cw: literally this is like ooc but also...not. idk it's weird. blue behavior, mentions of vomit. fluffy? reader's gender is not specified

There had been a bug going around the bunks. It had started with Hanna, who gave it to Sweet Pea, who gave it to Baby, and on and on until everyone had gotten it at least once. The nurse's office was packed and coughing could be heard echoing in the halls.

Your eyes felt gluey when you woke up that morning. A humming throb sloshed around your head, and it sounded like you were underwater. Sinus pressure gave you an eye twitch.

Great.

Weakly you rolled over, sending the room into cartwheels. You winced, waiting for the dizziness to subside. The throb was stronger, beating in time with your heart.

The bunk room was empty. Shit. An orderly would be in there soon to shove you to breakfast. Just don't be Blue. Please, anyone

A whistling tune grew eerily louder as somebody approached. Ave Maria.

Blue.

You wanted to cry, but the pressure on your eyes only allowed for a pathetic sniffle. The vertigo was so bad you couldn't even sit up. As long as you don't throw up you'll be okay. Just breathe. Hardly. Your nose was stuffed and sandpaper rasped in the back of your throat.

The whistling had stopped but his footsteps were loud. A dim feeling of dread crept up your chest - or was that the nausea?

You could feel him behind you and you curled into a tighter ball.

"Come on, be a good pet and get up," he said loftily, saccharine tone sending shivers down your back. "Good pets get their breakfast."

You went limp in defeat. Breakfast sounded like a terrible idea.

A hand prodded your shoulder, first soft, then firm. Inside you were sobbing, but your face betrayed nothing but slack misery. Maybe if you played dead he'd leave you alone.

Blue whistled lowly and slammed his foot against the frame of your bed. The resulting bang sent splintering pain through your skull. Without the strength to support yourself, you rolled of the edge and collided heavily with the side table.

Your body was in a world of hurt. Not even a gunshot could clear your head. Pain radiated from every joint, and an encroaching fever was burning your insides up. A garbled moan scratched your sore throat and you blinked blearily at the man above you.

"You fuckin' sick too? Goddamn, what the-" muttering, Blue wiped his upper lip and leaned down, pressing harshly against your forehead. His hand was rough but cool, and you leaned forward into the slight comfort. He hissed and reared back.

"Don't."

You shuddered, a wave of nausea crashing into you. With a sudden cough, you spat bile onto the floor, quaking and choking at the sudden reaction. Blue swore and stepped back.

"God fuckin'- hang on, hang on," he swore again and stepped around the puddle, roughly leaning your head forward. "Don't choke on it, it'll get worse." His grip was strong on the back of your throat, and you felt another tide coming in.

He stood behind you, grimacing, until you sagged backwards, exhausted. Your stomach felt better, but the rush of endorphins had worsened the headache. Water, please.

A thick finger crammed into your mouth, clearing out all the sick from behind your tongue. You coughed weakly and grimaced as Blue wiped his hand on the sheets.

"You get any of that in the wrong pipe and you're screwed. Don't move." he stepped over you, face twisted in irritation.

Through a haze of dizziness you saw him disappear down the hall. Your head thumped dejectedly against the bedframe. You whimpered and pressed closer against the cold metal, aching for comfort. A slurry of voices and the smell of saline made you hum but sleep was looking very attractive and-

a warm darkness pulsed against your eyelids, easing the ache in your head. it felt nice. you tried to open your eyes and feel around, but the dark was heavy. your limbs felt shaky and you flopped down. laying here wouldn't be so bad.

oh.

a sliver of white light needled through the center. bright. wow, very bright. brighter brighter

You hiccupped awake, sneezing violently. A different set of papery sheets rustled around your sweaty legs. An IV was jammed in your wrist, the injection site aching red. You'd been put in the farthest bed from anyone else, tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the grimy medical hall.

The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered. You sniffled, wishing for a tissue. At least the sinus pressure had lessened - but now you had a constant drip.

it was cold.

You curled up against the wall, wrapping yourself tight in the thin sheets. The fever was almost preferable, at least your blood hadn't felt frozen solid.

The nausea had also subsided, but your stomach rumbled uneasily. Whimpering, you peeked around the dividing curtain.

A set of beady eyes peeked back. You shrieked and fumbled backwards, hacking and coughing at the sudden burst of noise. Your throat had not recovered, a feeling akin to shredded metal stinging your tongue. Wincing, you wiped your eyes.

Blue raised his eyebrows, one hand parting the curtain.

"Boo," he deadpanned, smirking at your watery eyes. Mouth falling flat again, he slid a tray along the floor. A glass of water and a bowl of something rattled gently along the linoleum.

You stared numbly. It was for you. You were hungry. You should eat. But lead coated your arms and you were content to lie listlessly until unconsciousness swept over you. It was better than being cold, achey and awake.

Blue did not like this plan, evidently. He planted his hands on his hips and raised a dark eyebrow.

"Go on," he urged, "eat."

Your hand twitched, but you settled, favoring sleep. He sighed again and snapped twice.

"Come on, pet, I'm not paid to watch you like a hawk."

So you just do it for fun? You mumbled out an incoherently half-hearted response, wishing he'd leave you to your misery.

He grinned tightly. "Good. Your mouth does work. Now come on, let's go. I got shit to do. Need me to spoon feed you?" He pitched the last part menacingly, voice twisted in mock sympathy.

You sent him what was hopefully a glare but more resembled a pathetic pout.

He huffed and shoved the curtain closed. You sighed at his receding footsteps, closing your eyes.

A sharp grip wrenched under your arms and you yelped, roughly shoved against the wall. Blue glared, pointing a menacing finger.

"Stay."

He pulled up a chair and tossed an empty bowl on your cot. "If you throw up, do it in there. You ruined my last pair of scrubs."

From your cowering position against the wall, you realized he was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Blue grabbed your tray and put it on his lap, then leveled you with an expectant stare.

"Wh..." you wet your lips and tried again. "What're you doing?"

He sighed through his nose. "You wanna act like a baby, you get treated like a baby. Open up, here comes the airplane and all that."

Carefully he spooned up - oatmeal? - and gestured at you to eat. You peered at him, suddenly realizing he was serious.

Glumly, you swallowed a bite and tried not to choke. God, just some water please. Your throat was stuck together like glue. Blue recognized your shaking ribs and tipped the glass to your mouth, carefully making sure he didn't accidentally waterboard you. Once your throat felt clear, you nodded and he spooned up another bite.

You felt like a scolded child being forced to eat your vegetables. Blue's hand was steady on your jaw, holding your weak neck in place. His gaze wasn't...angry, but you still felt uneasy.

He paused halfway through the bowl.

"Gonna puke?"

You thought about it, and shook your head. Grunting, he fed you the last of the bowl and wiped the mess from your cheek. You accepted the rest of your water, finally calm enough to hold it yourself.

Clutching the empty cup to your chest, you watched perplexedly as Blue unfolded a new blanket and tucked it up around your shoulders. He turned your face left and right, feeling your forehead. Satisfied, he sat back and folded his hands in his lap.

You waited for him to say something. Blue stared back, eyes dark and placid. He wasn't angry. Didn't seem very scary either. Tentatively, you placed the glass on the tray and laid down, eyes on him the whole time. You tensed when he shifted, then relaxed when he stayed far away.

"Twitchy little thing, hm?" he remarked drily. You pulled the blanket up to your nose, peering at him with round eyes. His eyebrow twitched.

"I scare you a bit, huh, pet?" He bared his teeth. A glimmering smile came and went across your face.

Blue poked your leg with his toe.

"Do it again, that was funny. Come on, do it." He kept prodding you like a pet snake. You fought a smile and hid your giggle in the folds of cotton. He caught the twinkle in your eye and relented his teasing. You settled against the pillows, eyes heavy.

The lights flickered on and off.

When they flickered, then dipped a few levels dimmer, you went rigid, eyes huge. Blue slid his gaze over to you, head tilted.

"Scared of the dark?" His voice was quiet and silky. You didn't acknowledge him, mentally preparing yourself for the next blink of darkness.

He waited, then shifted closer, eyelashes almost brushing yours.

"Tell you a secret," he whispered. You blinked expectantly, staring into his deep brown irises.

"Promise not to tell?"

You nodded quickly. He smiled, teeth glowing pearly in the dark.

"Me too." His nose gently booped yours, before he leaned back against the rickety chair.

You felt warm at the admission, just a little secret.

The lights blinked again.

He winked, flicking a knife out of his pocket and twirling it in his palm.

"The monster's not gonna get you, pet."

this was not fluffy at all but you delulus are so obsessed you don't even care (it's me i'm delulus) also hilarious i posted my writing schedule and then Did Not follow it.

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#fanfic #fanfiction #sickfic #fluff #blue jones #oscar isaac characters #blue jones x reader #oscar isaac #sucker punch #sucker punch 2011 #hurt/comfort #sweet?#blue is nice-ish #x reader #gender neutral reader

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redeyerhaenyra · 1 year

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Hey, its ya girl, ominoose. Honoured to be here on opening night.

I would like to request Jake Lockley, Blue Jones and Basil Stitt with a curvy/chubby reader please! XOXOXO

Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader

Summary: Some headcanons for Jake, Blue, and Basil with a curvalicious reader

Warnings: Masturbation(male), possessiveness, unhealthy relationships in Basil's section, recording, thigh fucking, dollification(?)in Blue's section, a small bit of titty worship if you squint

Notes: MUSHI omg, yes yes yes 1000% yes, autistic bisexual curvy oscar isaac lovers RISSSEEE- I kinda got carried away with Basil's section hehehe but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

Jake Lockley

OK so if there's one thing we know about Jake, he is the opposite of shy, especially when it comes to his affections for you

Man lives and breathes to just look at you

The bastard will fucking pout if you're going out and you don't wear tight clothes

"But, hermosa, I wanna show you off, you're so hot. Everybody wishes they were you, prometo."

He's so proud you're his, there is nothing about you he doesn't love. Like I said earlier, he just likes to look at you.

All the curves and bumps, your soft tummy, your plush thighs, he can't get enough.

You will be sitting in his lap most of the time and this is non negotiable

It's half a sex thing for him and half that you're basically his plushie that he likes to cuddle, just having you sit pretty on his lap, all warm and squishy, makes him feel better

I think he'd definitely be into thigh fucking like c'mon now it's obvious

Feeling and seeing his dick between your squishy thighs just makes him go feral

I've said it before I'll say it again he fucking lives for making Marc and Steven jealous and recording himself fucking your thighs on Steven's phone for the poor guy to find later is just one of the many ways he does that

He talks alot too, just to rub it in further

"Guau, qué chica tan bonita. Hmm? You're so beautiful aren't you, baby? So perfect and squishy for me, I bet Marc and Steven wish they were here right now, huh? Don't you agree? Yeah, I bet you do."

Blue Jones

Oh no

If you thought Jake was bad you have a whole nother thing coming

Blue will PERSONALLY make sure all the costumes you wear on stage highlight just how curvy and plush you are.

But no one else is allowed to touch you

Oh no, that right's reserved for him and him alone

Tbh even when you're not performing, he'll want you to be wearing tight fitting shirts so he can stare at your boobies as you go about your day

Yeah he's a tit guy, don't get me wrong he loves all parts of your body but titties just do it for him

Him and Jake are very similar tbh, he also likes to show you off.

When high rollers are in the club you'll be sitting on his lap and no one else's

You're his doll, toy, barbie even

He likes to dress you up and play with you ;)

I'm serious he will pick out outfits for only him to see you in, dress you up in them, sit you on his lap and brush your hair

Like I said you're his toy, his stress ball, even

Just squeezing you will calm him down, any part of you, it's almost grounding to him

He talks to you in these moments, but it's just sort of general babbling about how shit his day was, and all you have to do is sit in his lap and let him nuzzle your breasts

"You're so good to me, bunny. I don't deserve you, do I? No matter what I do you're always here.. always so soft for me.."

Basil Stitt

Ah, everyone's favorite recluse

Look at the way this man lives and tell me he's not a porn addict please

YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

So we've established that he's a greasy little basement dweller who watches porn on the regular

And we all know that most mainstream porn showcases sort of a singular body type (no hate to my skinny ladies btw ily mwah mwah)

Like it never occurred to him that he might find chubby ladies attractive

So when you, his new neighbour, moving into the apartment across the hall from him, knock on his door to say hi with the most wonderful tight leggings on he basically dies on the spot

The way your thighs looked so squishy and plush- he just wanted to grab them and sink his teeth into them

He tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because he knew he would've ended up moaning out loud at any point

And then you turn around to walk away AND HE SEES YOUR ASS he's dead he's so dead

The next time he sees you, you're coming back from a night out, clearly a little tipsy, and wearing the shortest, tightest black dress he's ever seen, he dies a second time

His face is pressed up agaisnt the peephole in his door so he can watch you

You drop your keys at one point and bend over to pick them up and he basically cums in his pants untouched

Groaning and falling to his knees as his now softening dick rubs against the wet patch in his jeans

He makes it a point to watch you whenever he can now

He learns your schedule off by heart, it becomes his schedule. Probably has alarms set for it on his phone

Like "Oh , it's 9AM, time to watch my neighbour leave for work." "Oh its 8:30 time to watch her come home."

He really desperately wants to talk to you more but the poor guy is just so insecure :(

This cycle continues for a while.. until one fateful day, you come back from your weekly night out, in the same tight black dress that he loves so much on you... but this time... you're accompanied by a man

The both of your are similarly a little drunk, giggling and fumbling over the keys to your apartment

What? What's this? A friend, brother... partner? Basil silently begs you from behind the door to not let him into your apartment but oh god that's exactly what you do

He feels the tears running down his face before he realises he's crying, pleading for you to stop from behind his door.

His pleads turn to shouts as you close the door, sniffling and crying

Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish

And when he's done that he angrily jerks off, to get back at you? He's not sure. He doesn't even know if you're having sex with the guy, or if it's just a friend you're letting crash at your place, but he's so obsessed with you he can't imagine it being any other reason that you would "betray" him like that

His poor cock is red and sore and he realises he shouldn't have tugged on it so hard 🥺 poor baby

He spends the next day crying in bed, it feels like you've dumped him when you're both barely more than acquaintances but by this point he's formed a sort of parasocial relationship with you, and your soft tummy, that he can't get over the prospect of you even looking at other men

And so, it's decided. He's going to go, knock on your door, and talk to you.... tomorrow. One day. He will do it! Just.. not today.

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winniethewife · 3 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters as angsty Quotes/Lyrics

Steven Grant: I am not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite

Marc Spector: I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you. I bite.

Jake Lockley: I suppose if it worked, we'd be dead already

Llewyn Davis: I Know I could have Loved you (But you would not let me)

Kane: I'm well beyond you now, and travelling very fast

Leto Atreides: No good deed goes unpunished

Blue Jones: It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Nathan Bateman: Genius must ever be imperfect.

Santiago Garcia: A hero of war, Is that what they see? Just medals and scars, So damn proud of me.

Abel Morales: I can pardon everybody’s mistakes except my own.

William Tell: I lost a game you couldn't even lose in.

Poe Dameron: When heroes fall from the sky, many more will learn to fly.

Rydal Keener: If you're not having me nor I you that doesn't mean I will stop loving you

Peter Roiter: I love you in every universe

Mikael Boghosion: I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

Miguel O'hara: Listen, don't meet your heroes. If you meet your heroes, you're always going to be disappointed.

Jonathan Levy: Maybe then you could've loved me like you don't know how to

Outcome 3: I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make a difference.

Orestes: If I'm a pagan of the good times, My lover's the sunlight

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jayke0 · 11 months

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Stretched Thin

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 22, Virginity

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Blue taking reader's virginity, mild dub-con, Blue is his own red flag, p in v, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch), breeding, grinding, praise, a bit of exhibitionism, choking, crying, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,643

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"I can feel you staring at me."

Your eyes follow the shadow of the man standing next to you, gaze trailing all the way up his suave suit and to his face.

"Well, you're just so pretty, babydoll, it's hard not to." His large hand rests on your head and strokes down your back, settling between your exposed shoulder blades.

"C'mon, I don't even have my make-up on yet." An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you lean forward in your chair to fix the choker accessory around your neck. "Do I really have to wear this? I mean, it doesn't even add much to the outfit." You tug at the material.

"Oh it does, it puts that pretty neck on show, sweetheart." The cold metal of his rings glides over your skin and makes you shiver a little, feeling his hand rest on your shoulder. "Anyway, it's not for you to decide."

Blue always has two tones; he's either being sickeningly sweet, charming the new girls and customers, or he's snarkily threatening you through gritted teeth… and you'd been on the receiving end of both.

"Yeah, I know I know." You groan softly as you get up to collect your makeup from the other side of the room, but Blue follows you like a puppy, suddenly pressing against you and trapping you between your wobbling desk and his body, your ass pressing against his crotch in a way that has him groaning lowly in your ear.

"Shit, Blue! Be careful," fingers gripping the wood, you balance yourself, "please don't mess around like this again… I have a show in a few minutes, you know that." Unfortunately for you, your tone isn't very convincing, as really all you can focus on right now is how close he is to you, how you can feel his arms encasing you and his breath on the back of your neck, so close you just want him to latch onto your skin and bruise it.

You gulp, as if to swallow the thoughts, but there's no chance that he can't feel your quickened heartbeat echoing through your chest.

"You like this, don't you?" He finally speaks, breathily. "You always like it, when I do this to you." He growls in your ear as his hand wraps around your waist, running up and down your side. "I can feel when your heart beat picks up, honey, and the warmth between your legs."

You feel his hips slowly grind into you, the action making you groan louder than you would've liked.

"See? 'Atta girl." You can practically feel him grinning on the back of your neck as your hand wraps around his wrist in an attempt to set yourself free.

"Blue… c'mon, the other girls are expecting me—"

The man suddenly spins you around to face him, gripping your jaw tightly. "They don't tell you what to do, I do."

Your eyes flutter shut while a gasp leaves your lips, your legs squirming and trying to press together, but all that results in is Blue grinding his knee up against your core, which pulls a loud whimper from deep in your stomach.

"They'll find someone else." He mumbles as his eyes wrack over your already exposed body, hands holding your waist and trailing down to your hips to make you rock against his knee. "I can't wait a second longer to touch you. I gotta feel you. I gotta be inside you."

That makes your needy cunt throb, and then a pathetic whimper similar to a sob pass your lips.

"Blue, I haven't—"

"I know honey, I know." He nods condescendingly, mocking your inexperience. "But if anyone's gonna take your virginity, it's gonna be me, ok? That's my job, and I've been waiting so fucking long to do it, sweetheart."

The man speaks through his teeth at you, something you'd usually find intimidating, but now all you can do is rock your hips against his knee faster.

"Good girl, want you nice and wet so I can slide in easier, honey."

You can feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, rubbing against the material of his slacks and probably staining it from the inside, but he doesn't care.

Suddenly, he's lurching towards you, and you feel his lips smashing against yours, tasting smoke and strong whiskey as he licks into your mouth and unbuttons his blazer to let it fall to the floor. His slacks are next to come off and join the clothes pooling at his feet, before he wraps his hands around the backs of your knees and pushes you up onto the top of the desk, which wobbles again under the weight. With a grunt, he pushes your legs apart to get a view of your arousal soaking through your underwear, making what little frabic that was covering your thighs fall against your tummy.

You look away embarrassedly and cover your mouth with your hand. "What if someone hears us? Or comes in?!" Your worries fall on deaf ears for a moment as the man pulls your panties aside and uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips, a moan reverberating through his body. "That doesn't matter, they're used to it, babydoll; they're used to taking my cock."

Fuck, you definitely should not be getting worked up over his words, but you can't help it, it just feels like basic human nature at this point, your body aching for this man and his seed.

"You been stretching yourself like I said, sweetheart?" The man's voice brings you back to earth and your eyes watch him loosen his tie, letting the fabric hang around his neck as he looks at you intensely.

"I have." You mumble softly, resting your shakey hands on his broad shoulders to feel the muscles under his shirt contracting just slightly with each movement of his arms. He nods proudly. "Good girl, just what I wanna hear, makes your cunt nice and ready for me."

Finally, he slides his underwear down his surprisingly wide hips to reveal what you've been wanting to see for months; his thick, twitching cock leaking for you, he's this hard for you, and the thought makes you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

Your boss steadies himself on the desk as it creaks, hands planted either side of your thighs as he starts up another kiss. His open-mouthed kisses are intoxicating, and you feel yourself getting swept up in the feeling of him sucking on your bottom lip as if you're being induced into a trance. "Shit, honey, maybe you're more of a whore than I expected." You feel him grin against your lips.

His hand wraps around his cock and presses his blunt tip against your tight hole, sliding it up and down to coat himself in your endless arousal that's now coating your inner thighs. Without warning, he slides in, pushing through your tense muscles as you grip his shoulders tightly, hips jolting away.

"W–ait– shit—" you whimper through a soft sob, pleasure and pain concocting in the firey pit in your stomach.

"Shhh I know, just accept it. It's ok honey, Blue's here." The man grunts on your lips, still pushing deeper and deeper until eventually he's seated nicely inside you. "Shit, you're so tight, love it when cunts are this tight around me. Can you squeeze for me?"

You can barely think, let alone control your body, but you automatically react by clenching around him as he pulls out and his tip drags along a special place inside you that has you throwing your head back.

"Oh yeah, good girl, good girl."

Before your brain can even accept the praise, blue is thrusting into you at a jarring pace, fucking you more and more open untill your walls are gripping around him tightly and your nails are digging into his back.

"Bl-ue, h-oly shit-" is all you can stammer as you grasp him and lean your head back against the wall, desk legs creaking louder with every thrust. His pace is fast and painful, but it lights some kind of fire in you that has your cunt dragging him in further, wanting him deeper.

"You take it so good, gonna carve my shape into that hole… gonna fill you up." The man's breathes have gotten faster and moans are now falling from his lips with absolutely no attempt to hide them. "Moan for me, honey. Show 'em how good i fuck you, c'mon bitch," his hand slides up your body and wraps around your neck, making you whimper and pant loudly at the slight pressure.

The pleasure is growing in your lower stomach faster than expected, spreading throughout your nerves till you can feel it in your toes, making them curl as your thighs shake. You feel Blue split your legs open, using his elbow to push your knee against the hardwood.

"I don't think- i-imma… I'm close, Blue-" you yelp out, eyes struggling to focus on him when you look at him.

" 'atta girl, i knew you'd love it, love my cock inside you."

Blue leans forward and presses sloppy kisses on your lips again, "imma cum inside you, breed you like a real bitch-"

You clench again, head feeling dizzy as you teeter on the edge.

"Fill you up nice and good till I'm leaking out of you, knock you up so you're my whore forever."

You hate him so much in that moment as your body shudders and your orgasm rolls through you, your hips jolting and bucking from sensitivity as tears start rolling down your cheeks, wetting that dumb choker.

Your walls throb around him as he mercilessly continues fucking into your wet core, pushing you to your limits until eventually you feel him bury inside you to the hilt, loud pants and groans coming from his chest as he spills deep inside you.

Your pants sync up as you both calm down, Blue resting his forehead on your shoulder as he licks the sweat on your neck.

"My good slut, all for me," he purrs. "I ain't ever letting you go, sweetheart."

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eyelessfaces · 11 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

blue jones x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: hate sex

warnings: dubious consent, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie

word count: 0.7k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

You were glad the concrete walls of the isolation rooms were thick and mostly soundproof. The thin pillow you were holding onto wasn’t enough to muffle your sounds, and the weak metal bed was creaking with every movement, the head of it hitting the wall with a loud clinking sound every time Blue pushed into you.

“Nuh– no, let everyone hear how much of a slut you are” he grunted as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he gripped the pillow, snatching it from you and throwing it across the small room. “Fucking brat, always against the rules, always fighting to take medication, but not fighting when I want to stick my dick in your little cunt” he hissed through gritted teeth, hips snapping more forcefully against your rear to make his point. “You drive me crazy”

You had never meant it to go this way, at least not for real. You had fantasized about this, yes, but your hatred for the man always brought your feet back down on earth.

You couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy this, but you also couldn’t admit you enjoyed it. Not even to yourself.

The way you had immediately felt arousal run through your veins when he threw you onto the bed and ripped off your underwear made you feel downright ashamed; you were conflicted considering how much you actually wanted this.

You despised how good it felt having him pound into you, you hated how your back arched to feel him deeper as his hands went back to your hips, gripping them so tight you were almost sure you would have the shape of his hands bruised onto them.

“You f-” a sharp breath caught in your throat when he hit just in the right spot, your hands gripping on the bedding, your knuckles turning white. “You fucking asshole, you’re gonna lose your job for doing this–” you wailed, an uncharming groan leaving your mouth, nothing left to muffle it now that your pillow is on the floor, across the room.

“That’s not gonna happen, you’re enjoying yourself too much to let anyone know about this” he chuckled, wildly thrusting his cock into your aching cunt, repeatedly driving into the mind numbing spot inside you. “You would be so sad if I weren’t here to take care of that tight pussy of yours again” he continued, mumbling a curse under his breath when you clenched around him at the thought of him taking you again, bringing him closer at the same time.

He started to snap his hips faster if it was even possible, the sharp sounds of skin on skin and moans resonating through the cell.

"B-Blue" you hissed, your voice rough and hoarse; you wanted to insult him, spit out the worst things at his face, but the breath was knocked out of your lungs and you could barely form a coherent thought, so you knew you couldn't count on your mouth to throw something intelligible.

A muffled gasp left your mouth when he pushed your face down onto the mattress, his hand forcing at the back of your skull and holding you there, and an incoherent mess of words left your mouth as you started to clamp around him as you reached your peak, pushing him over the edge too.

He grunted loudly, panting heavily as he twitched and emptied himself inside of you and you groaned at the feeling; you weren't expecting him to finish inside of you, but at the same time, you never expected him to fuck you when he sent you to isolation for refusing to take your medicine either.

The motion of his hips progressively slowed down as he came down from his high, letting go of his tight hold on the back of your head, allowing you to try to catch your breath.

He sighed as he eased himself out of you, and you quickly heard the sound of his fly.

"You’re gonna get an extra pill tomorrow" he declared as he delivered a harsh smack to your sore ass, drawing a shuddery startled yelp from you.

He licked his lips, watching his cum starting to leak out of you as he readjusted his clothes as if nothing even happened.

"One you're gonna want to take."

Your numb body surrendered and fell down onto the bed, looking over at him as he picked up your torn up underwear from the floor and shoved the piece of cloth in his pocket before leaving your cell, not even looking back at you.

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justafandomgvrl · 8 months

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Angels Tears

Blue Jones x F!Reader

Comfort

Word count - 300ish

You don’t hear his footsteps as he comes closer to you, too distracted by the sobs that heave through your body and leave you twitching. You’ve lost track of why you started crying in the first place.

“Angel?” You look over your shoulder to see Blue and you wipe your eyes furiously, not making eye contact with him as he crouches down in front of you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, and his jaw clenches as another sob makes it through your defences.

“I don’t know.” You whisper. He nods, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet with him when he stands. “I’m sorry, Blue, I know we’re not supposed to-”

“It’s okay, Angel. Come with me, we’ll get you cleaned up and someone else can take your place in the show tonight.” You blink at him with still teary eyes as he gently leads you towards his office, shouting for someone else to be in the show on your behalf. You stare at the floor as you move, tears blurring your vision and your makeup burning your eyes from crying for so long. You don’t register when you make it to his office but he eases you into the chair, leaning against his desk as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Oh, Angel. Surely you can tell me if something’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong.” You repeat, your voice numb. He leans closer, sliding from the desk to his knees in front of you and your mouth drops open at the gesture.

“That’s okay, Angel. I’ve got you. Let me help you.” He murmurs, taking a tissue from his desk and dabbing at your tear-stained cheeks. “I’ve got you.” The jarring gentleness of his actions makes you cry more and he sighs, looks down at his suit and decides that it’s worth ruining it as he stands and wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

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darlingdekarios · 2 years

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stay still.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 1,154 content: Brothel!Blue Jones x f!reader, plot what plot?, smut [cockwarming, unprotected p in v, sub!Blue], kink(s) [consensual slapping, drool, begging]

Blue needs to learn a little patience while you help him get ready.

“I said stay still.”

The brisk slap across his cheek seemed to linger in the room as the stinging ling, and though most would recoil – Blue Jones did not. Instead, his face only drew closer to yours, eyes hooded and dropping to take in the smile that played on your lips as a low growl rumbled in his chest – predatory, dangerous, unhinged. Recognizing what he was after you connected an index finger to his forehead, pushing his face away from yours as you clicked your tongue against your teeth.

“Not being a very good listener tonight, Blue,” you continued to chastise, a firm shake of your head further communicating your disappointment in him. You returned to applying charcoal eyeliner beneath his eyes from where you sat straddling his lap, his painfully hard cock buried inside your warm sex. You’d already been warming him this way for several minutes, languidly taking your time with the task that could’ve been long completed by now. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

“Fuck me,” he whined out, desperate to thrust into you repeatedly until he had molded you into a moaning mess. Though it sounded as the most pitiful whine from his lips it still came across much more as an order than he knew you’d appreciate. “Please – please fuck me.”

“I only fuck good boys who sit still,” you taunted, leaning closer to his face to focus on your work and shifting your hips just slightly. The movement was enough to make him whimper, his lips falling open slightly at the subtle shift, his fingers immediately wrapping around your hips to hold you closer. “You have to learn how to behave, and I have to finish making you look pretty.”

“Fuck the eyeliner,” he breathed out desperately, unable to recall the last time he’d needed you to move so badly. “Fuck the eyeliner, forget the eyeliner, I don’t care. I need you, baby. I don’t care about any-“

“Only good boys get rewarded, sugar,” you persisted despite his best efforts at begging, shaking your head again before you started in on the next eye.

His fingers clenched at your sides desperately, and you opted to let that particular movement pass – he was just trying to steady himself. You recognized when you had him teetering on the edge of something truly dangerous. Ultimately, Blue was still in charge – this would stop any minute he really wanted it too – but you were one of his favorites because of how well you knew him.

“I can tell you’re taking your time,” he remarked, voice still breathy and desperate and laced with a bit of pain. You could always tell when he’d had enough – he wasn’t quite there yet tonight. “You’re lucky I think you’re so perfect when you’re a little mean.”

That pulled a smile from you, your eyes flashing with something deeply fulfilled and appreciative as you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the lips he’d swollen by biting at. A quiet moan left his throat as you clenched your walls around him tighter briefly – way too fucking briefly – before removing your lips from him and seating yourself in his lap again.

“You’re talking too much, Blue,” you cooed, briefly brushing the tip of your nose against his before going back to your efforts on his eyeliner. When he opened his mouth to protest you slipped two of your fingers into his mouth, using your thumb to close his lips around the digits with a shake of your head. “Shhhh. Let me finish.”

The five minutes that followed felt like hours for the man beneath you. Unable to take how overstimulated he felt, his muscled thighs were quivering beneath you, his pupils blown wide as he maintained eye contact with you. Within a minute he’d began to drool slightly around your fingers, his tongue circling them slowly. The occasional fluttering of your walls around – you were only human, after all, and he filled you so perfectly – had him growing impossibly hard. He knew you wanted him just as badly by the arousal that was leaking from you and down his thighs, and knowing you wanted him just as badly somehow made it easier for him to still.

As you finished the last swipe of the eyeliner you dragged it out, grinding your hips impossibly slow into his and pulling a cry so loud it was rude considering how many people could hear just a room away. Neither of you cared – neither of you had ever cared. No longer able to play nice his fingers grasped your hips hard enough to bruise, raising you up slightly so he could begin to thrust up into you desperately.

As he finally fucked into your dripping sex, he truly came undone – while he’d normally have more filthy things to say to you flowing into borderline disturbing praises for you, tonight the only sounds from him were grunts, groans, and whines as he chased his release. You leaned forward to claim his lips in a starved kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance which he won by slipping a hand to connect a thumb to your clit. There was no more time for teasing tonight – but next time he had you, he would be patient.

When he began rubbing expert circles around the swollen nub your legs were shaking much sooner than you’d be willing to admit in the future, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate. He released you from his hungry kiss to move his lips to your neck, forgoing gentleness to suck a mark into your skin harshly.

“I’m going to come in you for this one,” he breathed huskily into your ear, groaning when the words caused you to clench around him tightly. He kissed his way up your neck to your jaw, running his nose along your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours, tears brimming in his eyes at how good it felt to claim you again, swearing it got better every time. “Filthy fucking baby girl, just wants me to fill her up.”

You couldn’t find a reply for him before your head was thrown back in a cry, your release blinding your vision with white hot pleasure as another indecently loud cry left your lips. He followed you soon after, painting your walls with his release with another low, rumbling groan, continuing his movements on your clit as he completed his own release.

When you’d both come down from your shared euphoria just enough to catch your breath, you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to one another’s lips, meeting the other halfway. When you pulled away from the kiss your eyes scanned over his face before a playful, concerningly mischievous smile spread across your face.

“Look what you did to your eyeliner with all that crying, Blue. What am I going to do with you?”

You both had plenty of ideas.

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#blue jones #blue jones x reader #blue jones x you #blue jones smut #sucker punch #sucker punch smut

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