#blue jones smut

[the-witheredroses]

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.)

[eyelessfaces]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑: dirty talk with santiago garcia

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: face sitting with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)

[boredzillenial]

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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Blue Jones Masterlist

Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @ominoose @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @romana-after-dark @lunar-ghoulie

[st4rymoon]

◦ 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”

[pimosworld]

So Blue

Club Blue Jones x f!Reader Jake Lockley x f!Reader

This is a fic based on this post by @thedarkcoven and @melodygatesauthor

Summary- Jake comes to his cousin Blue’s aide in a time of need but finds something he needs much more.

CW-NSFW,18+ MDNI,Explicit, dub con,non con, Blue owns a Brothel and reader is a sex worker. Degrading comments,possessive Blue,possessive Jake, hints of yandere Jake, cursing, kissing, angst, innocence kink,fingering,oral sex female receiving, unprotected piv,anal,anal cream pie,dacryphilia,cum eating, orgasm denial,kidnapping.A hint of Steven and Marc if you squint.

WC-3k

A/N-Please do not read if this is not for you, this is a safe space to explore things outside of the normal world. If I forgot any tag warnings feel free to comment.

Not beta read

Your hands are shaking as you make your way down the hall to Blue’s office. You were only called into the office for two reasons, when Blue was feeling possessive and needed to let off some steam. He would bend you over his desk for what felt like hours, ramming his thick cock into you. Your screams of pleasure would echo down the hall for all his men to hear. 

  The other reason which usually resulted in the same outcome was that you’re in trouble. Each time brought a flutter of nerves and excitement, your brain can’t decide how to feel about Blue. He was so wrong and fucked up in so many ways, yet he could be so sweet when he wanted to. Keeping you right where he wanted, in limbo with your own body. 

  You stand in front of the door taking slow deep breaths as you smooth your hands down your barely there skirt and adjust your tie front crop top. Blue made you wear these clothes if you could call them that. You slowly open the door and you’re hit with a strong musky scent, like Blue’s but there’s something different there. You see the back of a man’s head seated in front of Blue’s desk, your heart slams in your chest at the thought of interrupting a meeting.

  So stupid you should have knocked 

  You’re turning on your heel faster than you can register. 

  “Where are you going sweetheart.” His voice stops you in your tracks and you turn to see Blue uncharacteristically smiling at you. He motions come here with his fingers and you’re at his side in an instant. He places a firm hand on the small of your back as he faces you towards the man in the chair. Your breath catches in your throat as you're met with venomous eyes and a grim expression. He’s staring at you but he’s looking at your eyes, something most men don’t do.

  You can smell it now the difference it’s fresh leather, his jacket and gloves in pristine condition. He definitely cares about his appearance, it seems just as much as Blue. Something about him was so familiar and you don’t even notice how long you’ve been staring at each other until a tight squeeze on your hip brings you back. 

  “This is my cousin Jake, he’s gonna be here for a few days to keep an eye on some things for me.”

  “Jake, this is my number one girl.” He smacks your ass eliciting a yelp from you and you can’t look at the man in front of you. Your face grows hot at the display he’s showing in front of this man who certainly peaked your curiosity. 

  “What’s your na-.”

  “Don’t worry about what her name is.” Blue bites out. Jake shoots him a look of warning and Blue holds his hands up in mock surrender.

  He’s not in control

  “Listen, her name is not important. If you need anything from her you ask me. Jake nods at him in understanding. 

  “Go get ready,you’ve got a busy night and I don’t want you keeping anyone waiting.” He slaps your ass again and you stifle a groan not wanting to deal with the aftermath of him hearing you. 

  “Yes sir.” Is all you manage as you round the desk.

  “Adiós Princesa.” He’s gonna be trouble. 

  ****

  “I need you to keep an eye on some high profile clients.” Blue lights his cigar and settles further into his chair. 

  “You’ve got muscle all over this place, what do you need me for?” Jake knows he’s not here by accident. 

  “They don’t have an eye like you…I think there’s some business going on under the table and I don’t want it going on in my club.”

  “Fair enough, I can only stay a few days.” Jake pulls his hat down nervously. 

  “A few days is all I need and you’ll be paid before you leave.”

  Jake stands to leave but hesitates just before the door.

  “How much for your number one girl?”

  Blue clenches his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm. He takes a steady calming breath and rolls his tense shoulders back. Jake was doing him a favor, but the thought of him having you still made him jealous. 

  “I’m not paying you enough for her.” He smirks to himself waiting for Jake's response.

  Jake is seeing red-does he know who I am? He knows he would never do anything to his cousin but it was hard keeping his cool when he always had such a smart mouth.

  “I have my own money hermaño.”

  Jake's insistence was pissing him off but he needed his help.

  “You can have her tomorrow night, she’s busy tonight.” 

  “For how lo-.”

  “I’ll decide how long.” He says through gritted teeth. 

  Jake exits the office with a noxious grin. I think I’ll decide.

  ****

  Blue told you to be ready for Jake. He was colder than normal and didn’t give you many details. You weren’t new to this but something about Jake made you nervous. 

  You knock lightly on his door and he immediately opens as if he was waiting on the other side. He beckons you in and turns you to face him.Your eyes trail down his bare chest and notice the bulge in his black boxers. He looks at you hungrily as he pulls the tie on your black silk robe letting it fall to the floor. You’re wearing matching blue lace lingerie underneath. 

  “I see you followed my instructions.” He grazes his thumb over your nipple sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in to kiss you but you pull away. You see that look in his eyes again and you’re trembling but they immediately soften into something sad. 

  “He doesn’t kiss you?” 

  “No sir.” He places a hand behind your neck pulling you into a bruising kiss, your lips melt into his as he moans into your mouth. He’s pushing you onto the bed without breaking the kiss as your tongues dance with one another. You feel like you’re floating from this intimacy. You feel the guilt creep up on someone other than Blue making you feel like this but you push it down not wanting to ruin this moment. 

  “I’m gonna make you feel good Princesa.” He’s breathless as he trails kisses along your jaw and down your body, he gently lifts your hips to slide your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping folds. He licks a stripe through your entrance and circles your clit with his tongue. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you grip the sheets beneath you.

  “He doesn’t take his time with you, does he?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he inserts a finger into your slick cunt drawing quick circles around your clit with his thumb. 

  You slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries of pleasure. He quickly grabs your wrist with his other hand. 

  “I want to hear you, I want him to hear you.” Fuck

  He inserts another finger and fucks you at a fast pace, you don’t know how you’ll survive if his fingers stretch you like this. His tongue is on your sensitive nub and your breath hitches as he closes his lips down on your clit. He grinds his hips into the mattress for some friction where he desperately needs it. 

  “Oh..fuck…sir right there.” He chuckles lowly into your pussy and the vibrations could send you over the edge.

  “You can call me Jake.” He curls his fingers and presses down on your bundle of nerves. Your release slams through you leaving you sobbing his name as your whole body shakes. He’s kissing your thighs as you come back down and looking at you like you hold all the answers. 

  “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

  Your body moves faster than your brain wanted you to but you’re putty in his hands now. You can hear him shuffle behind you as he discards his boxers somewhere. You’re trying to calm your ragged breathing but his hot tongue devours your slick folds and circles your rim. His hands grip your waist before you collapse into the headboard.

  He grips the base of his cock slowly dragging it through your slit, you can feel his tip breach your entrance and you keen at the stretch. He’s rocking his hips back and forth and his thick cock can barely fit.Your pussy clenches down on him and he bites down on his bottom lip practically drawing blood. 

  “I need you to relax…just let me in and it will feel so much better.” He reaches around and his fingertips circle your swollen clit. He can feel you relax around him as he works your hips onto his length. He’s in awe watching your slick coat the base of his cock as he stretches your pussy to the brim. 

  “Tell me who's making you feel this good.” He’s panting behind you as he picks up his pace.

  “You Jake…fuck it feels so good.” All you can hear are the sounds of his hips meeting yours, the squelch of your cunt as his balls slap your clit over and over.

  “Can I put it anywhere?” He runs his thumb along your lesser used hole and all you can manage is a breathy yes. He pulls out of your entrance and spreads your ass wide with his calloused hands.

You feel a glob of spit on your rim causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He prods just the tip and you already feel so full, he churns his hips slowly and your body feels on fire. The sensation has never felt so good, no one has ever taken their time. 

  You can tell he’s coming apart as his groans grow deeper and his thrusts become erratic. The pain gives way to pleasure as he snaps his hips into yours, he’s filling you with each roll of his hips and you can’t hear your thoughts over the screams of his name. 

  “Who do you belong to?” He’s grunting behind you as he slams you down on his cock. 

  “You..I’m.yours.Jake.” Each word punctuated on a thrust. A wrecked sound tears out of his chest from deep within as his release slams through him. His hips slow as he empties himself inside you. He trails light kisses down your sweaty spine and pulls out of you with a hiss. 

  You collapse onto the bed and he pulls your back flush with his chest. You can hear him drifting off to sleep as he mutters under his breath. 

  “Not letting you go, never letting you go.” 

  ****

  You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when you hear a rap on the door. You turn to see Jake fast asleep, you raise his arm from your waist and slink out of bed to not disturb him.

  As you place your robe back on you hear another frantic knock on the door. You hurry over to open it, not wasting time to find your panties. 

  “Times up sweetheart.” Blue’s eyes are bloodshot, his liner is smeared down his face and the anger in his expression isn’t one you’ve seen before. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room slamming the door behind you. His grip on you doesn’t loosen as he stalks down the hallway. You can hardly keep up with him as you trip over your feet.

  “He fuck you so stupid you can’t even walk.” He doesn’t bother to pick you up, practically dragging you down the hall to his office. You can feel the tears prickling behind your eyes. His office door is a welcome sight for your poor knees. 

  “Get up.” His pupils are blown wide as you stand on shaky legs to enter his office. He’s pacing back and forth, Blue’s never been like this. He wouldn’t kill you, would he? He asked you to go to Jake's room. He finally stops pacing and sits in his chair. You can only stare at the floor afraid to meet his gaze as you fidget with the hem of your robe. 

  “Come have a seat.” His voice has softened a little and you feel a brief moment of relief. You move towards the chair but hear the faint sound of his belt buckle, as you look up and meet his eyes you can see the resemblance- the venomous eyes. 

  “You know where I want you to sit.” You can feel the arousal between your legs mixed with the dried cum. His cock is red and angry leaking precum down his length. You move to stand in front of him facing away as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs. He smacks your thigh and you hover your entrance over his lap. 

  “Sit.” You cry out at the stretch as he pulls you flush against his hips giving you no time to adjust. 

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” How do you answer this?

  “No.” He slaps your pussy hard and you bite down on your tongue. 

  “Yes.” He growls in your ear and you can feel his cock pulse inside your walls. 

  “If you want to keep lying to me that’s fine, you’ll just have to make it up to me later.” He circles your clit with his fingertips and you clench around him. 

  “Who do you belong to?” You're weightless as he bounces you on his cock punching something deep inside you. 

  “You Blue…I belong to you.” He grips your hair pulling you back against his chest as he thrusts his hips up. 

  “Oh…tsk tsk I thought you were Jakes?” Was he listening? 

  “I’m so sorry Blue, I’m yours I’m all yours I swear.” You’re sobbing now as he picks up his pace, never releasing the grip on your hair. Your orgasm is approaching and you shouldn’t have this reaction to him but your body craves it. He’s the rehab and the drug all at once. 

  You’re thrust forward onto the desk and your grasping at anything for purchase as he fucks you at a relentless pace.

  “Oh my god…Blue please.” Your cunt swallows him with each thrust. He pulls out of you suddenly, coming with a choked sound as he pumps his cock with his fist. You can feel the hot ropes of cum on your back staining the black satin robe. You can hear his wrecked groans as he milks the last of himself into his hand. He leans forward onto your back holding his hand in front of your face. 

  “Clean it.” You lick the salty remnants of his spend from his hand, moaning and savoring the taste the way he likes. As he slumps back into his chair you feel your pussy ache at the lack of release. 

  “You can go sweetheart.” The whine that escapes you is not lost on him.

  “Maybe when you remember who you belong to you can come.” His menacing laugh echoes in your thoughts for the rest of the night.

  ****

  “Those clients you wanted me to watch, we're trying to poach some of your girls. I took care of them so you shouldn’t have any more problems.”

  Blue doesn’t really care what taking care of them means as long as the problem is resolved.

  “Good, feel free to stay one more night. I’ll send some girls to your room.” 

  “Thanks hermaño, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. Ugh no need to send any girls, I need my rest for the drive.” Jake stands to exit Blue’s office but hesitates once again at the door. 

  “How much for your girl?” Blue groans white knuckling his chair -not this again. 

  “It’ll be double for tonight, same rules as last time.” He relents not wanting to cause a rift and is grateful for Jake's help.

  “I mean how much to keep her…I want her.” 

  If Blue could spit fire he would. Who does he think he is? He would have anyone else killed for less than what Jakes got away with and now this? 

  Jake turns to face Blue and he’s seething, a long silence passes between the two men as he awaits his response.

  “I wouldn’t let you have her for all the money in the world...She’s mine” His voice is dark and barely above a whisper. His eyes narrow slits and he looks like a snake ready to strike.

  Jake walks towards his desk and Blue stands,both men on either side. He’s a wolf in the lion's den but he won’t back down. He leans forward placing his hands on the desk. 

  “People don’t say no to me Blue.” He laughs, the bastard laughs and for the first time Jake thinks he might be in trouble. Blue leans forward just inches away from Jake's face.

  “There’s a first time for everything…Goodnight Jake.” He doesn’t falter, their faces still inches apart and then his face splits into a sickly sweet grin sending a chill down Blue’s spine.

  “Goodnight.”

  ****

  Your head is pounding in your skull and your body feels in motion. You can’t tell if it’s day or night but you know you’re not in your room. The smell of leather permeates your senses and it hurts to open your eyes. Your face is wet from laying in a puddle of your own drool. 

  You lift your weak body up and come to the realization that you're in a car. The windows are tinted black and you can hardly see outside-its a limousine. You wipe the drool from your mouth and try to remember the night. After Blue made you leave you cleaned yourself up and went to bed.

Is that really all you remember? 

  Tears begin to spill as panic sets in, the bile coming up in your throat at the thought of being in a stranger's car. You start to crawl towards the front and your body is so weak, you’ve never felt like this before as you try to focus on the soft carpet beneath your palms. You knock lightly on the partition and it slowly lowers. 

  “Good morning hermosa, how’d you sleep?” Your breath catches in your throat at the site of Jake. His hat pulled down above his furrowed brow.

  “Please…take me back please. He’s going to be so mad.” You're crying and trying to catch your breath. All the while he’s laughing as his gloved hands tighten the grip on the steering wheel.

  “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me now.You’re safe with us now.”He raises the partition muffling your screams as you bang on it incessantly. You feel the exhaustion creeping in from your panic and you know no matter the outcome you were not safe.

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[jayke0]

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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[redeyerhaenyra]

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.

[lis-likes-fics]

Would You Mind?

Pairings: Blue Jones x Reader Word Count: 7.5k words Kink: Begging Warnings: NSFW, dubcon elements, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving, brief f!receiving), face fucking, fingering, begging kink, praise kink, degradation kink, name calling, insinuated prostitution, dom/sub elements, dirty talk, spanking (briefly), very brief breeding kink (blink and you'll miss it), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia... A/N: I've been trying to write a Blue fic for a while so this was fun. The song featured in this fic is Would You Mind by Janet Jackson. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much! Merry Christmas!

“Baby, would you mind touching me ever so slowly?”

Blue stares at the stage with a hard look etched into the features of his face. He flexes his hands at his sides, stuffing them in his pockets as he watches. The oiled up bodies of his girls twirl and grind against one another, a frivolous act put together by Madam Gorski, full of glitz and glam and leather and lace.

The fabric, the darkest blue and shiniest silver sticking to your body, is tight. Blue is sure it'll leave imprints in your skin, the lacey patterns of feathers and flowers in your stockings, the waistband of your tiny, tiny skirt, the lines of your tiny brassiere. You dance in too high heels like it's nothing, and he wants to take you in his hands and crush you with the weight of his desire for you.

“You're making me quiver and, baby, would you mind undressing me?”

You look right at him when you sing that, your melodies standing out against the harmonies of your backups currently surrounding you in their crouched levels. The feathers of your headdress fall over some of your face, huge and fluffy and adding to the seduction of your smooth, addictive voice. Your eyes flick away from him, as though you never even saw him.

His eyes never tear away from you. He's drunk on your song, as he always is when you open your pretty little mouth and become his own personal little songbird.

He watches intently as the girls pick you and hold you over their heads, turning you in a circle as though you were flying. They support you through your steady, hypnotic vocalizations, like you're sounding a mating call in an attempt to have every man in the theatre flock to you like vultures circling their prey.

They set you down as a few men enter the stage, some taking partners as a couple of them come to your sides. Their bodies flush against yours, standing firmly there as you lean against one and caress a hand down his chest, his hands coming to touch you as the other does the same.

Blue feels his heart battering against his ribs, the anger building inside of you at the way the men touched you. He watches your eyes flutter as your breath hitches and you continue to sing.

“I just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you, love you, hold you, make love to you…”

Your hooded eyes meet him again, and he knows that you know what you're doing.

You sink to your knees, your back against one of the men as he watches you descend. You turn, placing your free hand on his thigh and making your way back up as you tuck your nose underneath his chin. His hand smooths along your side until he's dipping down to grab your thigh. He hosts you up and maneuvers you like you've practiced a million times before until you are hanging upside down, your legs on his shoulders and the back of your head resting against his lower stomach.

And you're so skilled, your voice is level and controlled as you continue.

“I just wanna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you feel you, make you cum too.”

The man's lips caress the inside of your leg carefully, the other man coming up too close so you're trapped between them. He dips down to hold you under your shoulders, slowly bringing you back up so you're balanced on the other man's shoulders with your crotch in his face as his strong arms hold you up.

Blue watches your fingers intertwine with his hair and clenches his jaw so tight, he feels like he may pop a vein. You move your hips in a rhythmic grind, though you never make contact with the man's face. It's all an act, Blue knows, but the thought of it alone makes his blood boil.

“Baby, would you mind kissing me all over my body?”

Blue is interrupted from his thoughts when someone's hand claps him on the back. He turns around, readjusting his posture.

“P, sweetheart, how've you been?” a man says jovially, a cigar between his thick fingers.

“Pleasant,” he corrects quickly. “I've been fine, Mr. Benny. How about yourself?” He fights the urge to clench his jaw. Benny comes at least once every week to get a look at the songbird. Every week he asks for a night with her, and every week he is denied. Blue really isn't in the mood to argue over the specifics of her ownership with this man, and he feels like heads might roll if he's forced to endure a moment of it tonight.

“Listen, I've been great,” he chuckles heartily. “I just came by to check up on you, see how you're doing.” He massages Blue's shoulder as he speaks, trying to coerce him as he does routinely. “See if your mind’s changed at all, because the price has.”

He sighs internally. “Has it now?”

“It has,” he hummed.

Blue’s irritation is getting the best of him. He's missing his favorite show.

“Look, Mr. Benny. If we could talk after this act, I would love i–”

“I'll give you 15 thousand for her.”

Blue almost chokes—and not just because you're on your knees again singing into one of your partners’ crotches about sucking and tasting him.

The price has tripled since last time. Fifteen thousand dollars, just for a night with you? You are certainly worth it, Blue would have to admit, but, Christ, was it a big jump.

“Fifteen thousand? One-five?” he clarifies, turning his body to face one of his clients.

“One-five. If that's still not enough, I'll give you 20. Call it a Christmas gift.” Blue nearly chokes again. “Just one night, Pleasant, that's all I'm asking.” Benny sighed, letting go of Blue in favor of snapping his fingers to get one of his bodyguards at his side with a suitcase. “I know she's exclusive to a very special client but you can't put her up on stage like that and expect the dogs to heel.”

God, the urge to say yes was stronger than anything he could ever imagine. Twenty thousand is a lot of fucking money. The things he could do with twenty thousand dollars…

His eyes looked back onstage, and your gazes met in the middle of you laying on the floor in between a man's legs, your back arched off the polished wood as your lips formed your wishes and desires for his body. At least, he assumes it's for his body. You belong to no one else.

Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of fucking money…

“Mr. Benny,” he begins, turning to face him again as he clasps his hands. Rubbing them together, he signals one of his own guards and smiles nicely. “It's a pleasure doing business with you. My friend here will help you work out the details of this negotiation.”

Benny smiles, a big smile that flashed one of his gold teeth. He claps Blue on the back, a hearty laugh coming out of him as he takes the briefcase in his hand. “Oh, Mr. P, I'm so glad you could come around!”

Blue smiles back and conceals his annoyance at the stupid nickname Benny had insisted on calling him, nodding at his guard and watching them both leave, a hand on Benny's wide back with the other braced over the gun hidden in the guard’s coat. Blue turns back to the stage, where both men are touching you too closely, knelt in front of you like your personal servants as you sigh and moan into the microphone. Your head is raised to the ceiling and you brace yourself on their shoulders as they touch you on either side of your body, closing you in and feeling you all over.

“Oh, yeah, baby, ooh. Just like that, ooh yeah.”

You belong to him.

~

You push open the door to one of the many bedrooms lining the Pleasure Hall, flicking on the light, which casts a golden glow over the room. Shutting the door behind you, you quickly shed the top layer of your performance clothes from your skin and fold them nicely on one of two chairs.

You’d worn a special pair of lingerie tonight. You’d just had them bought special with your allowance money from Blue, and you were more than excited to show him the spoils of his good nature toward you. Still waiting, you situate yourself in front of the golden pole on its little platform, leaning your back against it with your arms crossed over your head and your fingers gingerly stroking the metal rod.

As if on cue, the door opens to reveal your wonderful sponsor.

“There’s my favorite girl,” he smiles, closing the door behind him. “How are you, Birdy?”

You smile wide, shrugging a shoulder and keeping position. “I’m doing good. Enjoy the show?”

Blue wipes a hand down his face, remembering briefly the show you put on tonight and the offer that was presented to him for you, along with the hefty donation he suddenly received in support of Lennox by an…anonymous donor.

“Your show…was fantastic. So good, in fact,” he sits back in the other chair, crossing his legs as spreading his arms over the back, “I would like my private show.”

You smile, “Whenever you’re ready then, Mr. Blue.”

You and Blue had a routine.

Ever since you joined Lennox, Blue has taken a special interest in you. Every girl he owns has a special little talent he uses to seduce men out of their money to put in his pocket. When you came to him—or, rather, when you were given to him in the hopes of putting you to good use—he was quick to discover your gift of song. He’d put you on stage for the first time, and it was the biggest kick in his business he’d gotten in years.

But Blue is selfish, and he wants you all to himself.

So after your shows, you come here, in what has now become Blue’s reserved room, and perform it once more for him and only him. He loves to hear you sing to him, to seduce him with your smooth voice and then remind you who you belong to. It fills him with such light to know he has you in his pocket whenever he wants you.

The music begins to play through the room’s speaker, and your eyes close as you feel it, swaying gently as you sink into your routine.

“Baby, would you mind touching me ever so slowly?” you whisper, letting the music fill in the spots where your stage partners no longer existed.

Blue watches you, a primal look glittering in his eyes as he grip the arms of the chair so hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left imprints in the fabric.

“Cause I'm gonna bathe you, play with you, rub you, caress you.”

You come up to him, placing your hands on his thighs and leaning into his face, your lips inches from his. “I just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you, love you, hold you, make love to you.” You sink to your knees in front of him, stroking your hands along his thighs and whispering dangerously close to the bulge in his pants as he watches you, enchanted by your voice. “And I'm gonna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you, feel you deep inside me, boo.”

“Oh, Birdy,” he rasps under his breath, his hands moving to cover yours as you stand once again, your ass in the air and your lips hovering over his own.

When you turn and make your way back to your pole, he has to catch his breath again as you sway your hips to the rhythm of the music.

The things you do to the pole could make him cry. He needs you so badly, he needs your little body to rub against his. You manage to hoist yourself up on the pole as you’d done with the boys on stage, supporting your weight upside down as your legs wrap around the top end of it. “Baby, would you mind tasting me? It's making me all juicy, feeling your lips on mine.”

Blue is so hard in his pants, he thinks he might burst just looking at you. You grind on the pole, and he knows he saw you make contact when your eyes flutter and your voice wavers just a bit, blending with the moaning lyrics of your song.

You keep teasing him, giving the pole everything he’s wanting from you, telling him everything you want to do to him but keeping your hands off of him all the while.

Blue raises his hand and curls his fingers to get you to step closer. And you do, making your way toward him too slowly to wrap your hands around his thighs once more. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, “I just wanna kiss you, suck you, taste you, ride you, feel you, make you cum too.”

A shudder runs down his spine as he pulls you back to look at you, a hand hooking around your inner thigh as your breath hitches a little. The music begins to go wherever it wants as you divulge into the ending, breathy moans and whispers and pleas for him to keep going when all he’s doing is putting his hand on your thigh and stroking it.

“Just like that, ooh yeah,” you breathe. “Shit, oh, oh, my, yes, oh, oh.”

Your face contorts with an imagined pleasure, your O-shaped lips and clenched shut eyes illustrating how you would look if he gave in to the song already. You’ll give him this—he lasted a lot longer than you thought he would.

The music finishes off, and you’re still unsatisfied. Blue’s face lingers away from yours, watching the pleasure in your face sink away as you look at him. His knuckle strokes your jaw, dipping behind your ear and easing down the side of your neck before hooking underneath the strap of your lacey bra.

“This is new,” he rasps.

You nod. “Mhm,” your voice is breathy. “Bought it just a couple days ago. Do you like it?”

He moves you to stand to your full height, towering over him in his seated position as he keeps his hands at your waist and turns you around to get the full view. It’s blue, all lace and no support, hiding nothing from him so he can see what you’re working with. The color is perfect with your skin, and the size is one too small so that it hugs tight to every inch it “covers”.

“I love it, babygirl,” he says, losing breath.

You preen under the brief praise, turning around again. “I’m glad.”

He pulls you close, digging his nose into your hip to smell you. His eyes close as he holds you still. “Mr. Benny came to visit you again.”

You frown. “I don’t like Mr. Benny. He’s pushy, and he smells like gas.”

“I know you don’t, baby bird,” he sighs, looking up at you again as you set your hands on his shoulders. “But I have a little gift for you.”

“What is it?” you ask, your eyes glittering at the prospect of a gift.

“Mr. Benny won’t be coming around anymore,” he smiles. “And he left us alone with a nice, big donation.”

You bite your lip, hiding your tiny grin. Good. You hate that scumbag. Whenever he managed to get close, he’d grab your arm or your thigh and touch you however he could. He was sticky and smelled like gasoline and was too warm.

“What’d you do to him?” you wonder briefly.

His thumbs rub circles into your sides. “Don’t you worry about that, little bird. He’s gone, I’m raising your allowance, and that’s all that matters.”

You smile wide. “Okay, Blue.”

“Now, what does my Birdy want tonight?” he asks.

You pretend to think, conjuring your song in your mind as you bent down to his lips. “I just wanna…touch you, and tease you, and lick you, and please you, and love you, and hold you, and make love to you.”

“Is that all?” he chuckles. “What else?”

“I wanna,” your voice is softer, breathier as you whisper in his ear and let your noses bump one another as you speak, “kiss you, and suck you, and taste you, and ride you, feel you…make you cum too.”

He shudders. “Yeah?” You nod, humming in his ear. He opens his fluttering eyes to look at you, his smile going sour as a new look takes his face. Primal and dangerous and the same look he gave you when you were on stage, rubbing your body against those boys while you looked directly into his eyes. “You’re gonna have to beg for that, baby bird.”

“Please?” you mutter. “Please, can I have it?”

He shakes his head, holding your elbows in his hands and caressing the length of your arms. “No… No, you can do better than that, can’t you? Beg me.”

You step closer between his legs. “Please, Blue, can I kiss you?”

He shakes his head. Letting go of you, he sighs. “You know, I don’t think you’re really wanting me, are you?”

You nearly whimper, sinking to your knees quickly as you kneel between his thighs, your hands on his knees as you set your cheek against the inside of his leg and look up at him.

“Please, Blue, please can you kiss me? I want you so bad, please.”

He considers for a moment, but he’s weak when you’re kneeling all pretty between his legs. He takes your chin in his hand and pulls you forward until his lips can crash against yours in a bruising kiss. You immediately sink into it, humming against his lips and becoming putty in his hands as you kiss him back.

Your hands find the buckle of his belt, and he stops you. “No, no, no. You gotta beg for that, too, baby. You gotta ask for the things you want. Isn’t that right?” he teases, though he’s completely serious as he stares you down.

“Please, Blue–”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts. “I let it slip the first time, but you’ve gotta do it properly.”

“Please, sir,” you correct immediately. “Please, can I suck your cock? Please?” You sound like you’ll cry. You’re probably aching with need right now, he can smell it off you…

“Well, how are you going to suck my cock if my cock is in my pants?” He casts you a dark grin, leaning back and shrugging his shoulders. “I think you skipped a few steps, Birdy.”

“Can I please take off your belt?” you ask, the frustration reaching your eyes.

He smiles slyly. “Yes, you may.”

You do, forcing open the buckle and ripping the belt from its loops to be rid of it. The heady scent of his cologne is sinking into your senses and driving you crazy. “Please, sir,” you whisper. “Please can I pull your cock out?”

“Go ahead, baby,” he relents, watching you with hooded eyes as your hand disappears into his underwear and comes back with his cock in your hand. He almost moans at the sight, his hard erection leaking precum already in the grasp of your little hand. Your thumb begins to stroke the length of him and his hips jerk slightly as he reprimands you.

“Have—fuck.” He takes a moment. “Have you asked for that yet?”

It takes everything in your power not to groan and roll your eyes at his insistence. “Sorry, sir,” you whisper. “Can I suck your cock now?”

“Please?” “Please?”

“Please who?”

“Please, sir.”

“Now put it all together.”

You’re going to lose it, and he can tell. He loves teasing you like this, he loves how impatient you get and how much more impatient he can make you still. The gentle squeeze of his cock drives him insane as he fights not to let it show.

“Please, sir, can I please suck your cock? I wanna make you cum so bad. I wanna be your good girl. Please?” you whimper. His head spins at your little rant, imagining every little detail your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

God, the things you do to this man.

“Well, since you want it so bad,” he sighs. “Go on, baby bird. Get what you want.”

You immediately begin stroking his cock, encouraging the precum pooling at his tip as you lean forward on your knees and take the head of his cock between your lips, swirling your tongue over the slit and licking up the pearly white drops gathered there. His muscles tense at the feeling of your warm mouth on him.

His hands grasp either side of your head, tangling in your hair as one adjusts itself around the back. You tease his tip, licking and suckling and driving him as insane as he’d driven you.

“Good girl,” he moans, relishing the dip of your head halfway down his length. You grip his thighs and stroke them slowly as you wrap your hands around his hips.

“Look up at me, baby, look,” he says, shifting his hand in your hair to lift your head. You stay where you are, turning your eyes up at him as you suckle around his tip. His breath shudders.

His cock slowly fills your mouth as you take him farther down, taking your time to ease him into your throat. Your nose brushes his pelvis, and he chokes when he looks down at you through lidded eyes.

Your eyes prick with tears, clouding your vision. When you go to hum around his girth, you gag a little. The constriction pulls a grunt from his throat, and he opens his eyes once again to look at you with a devious grin.

“Good girl,” he huffs again. He draws out the word just as he draws your head back a little to pull himself out of your throat. You whimper lightly, a high-pitched and breathy sound that makes him bite his lip.

His hand flattens on your head as he cards his fingers through your hair. When he grips it, pulling on the hair at the base of your skull, you feel like you'll go limp as your mouth falls open a little more.

You breathe a moan and flatten your tongue along the underside of him. Humming again, you wrap your lips around him and start to bob your head again. He guides you, tightening his grip in an attempt to get control of himself.

You listen to him, to his grunts, the way he moans like he's going to blow any second. One of your hands shifts from his thigh, cupping his heavy balls in your palm and sighing at the precum spilling over your tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Birdy,” he huffs, his hips jerking up into you as he teeters on the edge. Just as you feel him getting ready to unload, he pulls you away and leans his head back.

You sigh and catch your breath, your tongue hanging out from your mouth as the tears welling in your eyes spill down your cheeks. Your jaw aches as you move it around to massage.

Blue huffs as he looks at you and your tear-stained face. He smiles a little. “You look so pretty like that, baby bird.”

“Thank you, sir,” you smile slightly.

He lightly smacks your cheek, and you move to stand. You turn toward the bed, crawling on top of it to stand on your hands and knees, waiting for him.

Blue comes up behind you, his hand smacking your side again and pulling you back by your leg. You turn to look at him, but he just picks you up and puts you back on the floor. You look up at him, obediently awaiting his next move until he's shucking off the rest of his pants and underwear and moving to be rid of his shirt as well.

You watch him undo each button as he stares at you with his dark eyes, burning into you with a glaring dominance. “Get on your knees.”

You do, shifting your legs underneath you and rubbing your palms into your thighs. When he's naked, he steps forward.

“Beg me,” he says.

You tilt your head, looking up at him. “What do you want me to beg you for, sir?”

He shakes his head, “Just do it. I wanna hear you beg for me.”

He towers over you, looking down his nose at you as his hard cock stands stiff in your face. You bite your lip, “Please do what you want with me, sir. I want to feel you, wanna be yours.” His face doesn't shift, unconvinced. “Please, sir, please use me. Wanna be your good girl, please.”

It feels out of place, begging him for something without knowing what it is, but you obey. When he's standing over you like this, intimidating you with his height alone, you can do nothing but obey and hope he's kind enough to give you what you want.

He sighs, “Such a sweet girl.” He sets a hand on your cheek, the other moving to your neck as he takes another step closer. “Open your mouth.”

You do, and he lines his cock with your lips before slipping himself back into the warmth of them. His cock hits the back of your throat, and it makes you gag again when he does it again. His grip on the side of your neck tightens, and he's almost guiding you again as he slowly fucks into your mouth, his eyes focused on you and his lips parted at the sight of you so undone.

More tears begin their descent down your cheeks, your mascara running as it does. Your lipstick has begun to smudge, red lining the base of his cock and smearing over the corners of your lips.

He shudders. “The things this mouth can do is magical. It's fucking perfect, baby.”

After a rough thrust into your mouth, your hands find his hips as you pull him back a little. You gasp, catching your breath as a cough rattles your chest. He only gives you a moment to adjust before his cock is in your mouth again.

He listens to you, the sound of your hums in the back of your throat being interrupted by the tip of his cock rubbing against it. He curses under his breath, holding you by your head and keeping you still as he continues to rock his hips into your mouth.

It's when you can't breathe once more that you tap your hand against his side quickly, pushing him back when he doesn't listen. You gasp, coughing again and keeping your hand at his waist to keep him back. You wipe at your eyes to clear them, looking at him once you've calmed and watching him stare at you like a predator would a hunk of meat.

“Sorry, sir,” you mutter, stroking your hands on his thighs again to appease him. He just smiles, running a hand through your hair.

“That's okay, Birdy,” he says. “Get on the bed.”

You stand on trembling legs, crawling back onto the bed for the second time on your hands and knees. Once you're comfortable, you lean forward to press your face against the plush, red pillows on the bed.

He sighs appreciatively, fingering the waistband of your lingerie. He unhooks them from your stockings and pulls them down your thighs, revealing your sticky, wet pussy. With a hum, he rips them up to toss the fabric away. Your breath hitches.

Blue stares at your pussy, watches you clench around nothing, watching your arousal seep from your folds. He rubs his thumb through your slit, coating it in your slick as your hips jerk in response. He licks his thumb, closing his eyes and humming at the taste of you.

His hands grope your ass, smacking you a couple times. You feel the bed dip behind you, and moan when you feel his hot mouth against your cunt. His tongue flattens against your dripping folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue as he hums roughly against you. His tongue digs insistently between your folds, and you feel him suckle around your clit.

“Blue,” you sigh. “Oh, please don't stop.”

He grunts into you like a crazed beast, groping your flesh and eating you up. When he pulls away from you, you whimper and feel your body tensing uncomfortably.

He shoves two thick fingers inside of you, pressing them as far as they'll go and stroking them roughly. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, fisting the sheets as you struggle to keep still.

“Fuck, you're still so tight,” Blue sighs. “You'd think I'd break you in by now.”

You wiggle your hips slightly, not entirely of your own volition as the thought of his cock inside of you excites your rushing blood. “Please,” you begin again, almost sounding whiny with how needy you are.

“Please what?” he asks. “What do you want, huh? You want me to fuck this little hole, Birdy? Is that what you want?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, sir, please! Want you to fuck me so bad, Blue, please.”

His hands massage your hips, “You want me to use you?”

“Yes!”

“You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, sir!”

Without warning, he shoves his cock inside of you, thrusting all the way in with one slap of his hips. You moan out, gripping the sheet tight as you feel the glorious stretch of his girth.

He bends down over you, hooking an arm around your neck and pulling you up to support yourself on your hands. He pushes his fingers past your parted lips, making you suck your arousal off his fingers as he pushes your tongue down to the bottom of your mouth.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Love this tight little pussy.” He grips your waist, pulling out of you just to smack his hips into you once again. You let out a loud, breathy moan as he does. Feeding off your validation, his pace picks up as he begins thrusting into you at a punishing force.

You clench around him, your weak arms shaking as you try to keep yourself up. “Ah, please don't stop.” Your voice is teetering on the edge of a sob as he continues to fuck you like he's been starved of you for years. “Fuck, Blue, yes!”

“Yeah?” he grunts. “You like when I fuck you like this? Nice and rough?” His voice is low and gravely, depraved. “Does this little whore cunt like being fucked?”

You nod, letting your head fall forward. “Yes, sir!”

“I know it does.” A rough thrust comes with a low growl from him. “My cock hungry little slut needed this, didn't she?”

You nod again, clenching the sheets until your fingers start to tingle. The slap of skin on skin is loud and sharp, a rhythmic beat of slk! slk! slk! as you soak his cock in your arousal.

He pulls out of you suddenly. You whimper at the loss of his thick length, but you're interrupted when he shoves you onto your side. He lifts your leg, spreading you out as he sets it over his shoulder. His tip presses between your folds and he's thrusting again, bottoming out as the whole of him is sheathed in your warmth.

Your reaction is immediately, high-pitched moans worthy of a professional porn actress and clenching walls that squeeze his cock and make him twitch. “Fuck, look at you,” he huffs as he fucks into you. “Greedy little slut takin’ my cock. You my greedy whore? Hm?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, turning your head into the bed to stifle your moan.

“Nah-ah, talk to me, baby. Lemme hear it. You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?” He pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed, grunting.

“Yes, sir,” you huff. “‘M your little fucktoy. All yours!”

“Good girl,” he urges, shifting your legs again to close them to thrust into a tighter pussy. He curses again, you can feel each little movement of his cock inside of you and you whine as he thrusts into you, a steady in-and-out rhythm that drags along your walls and makes you light-headed.

“Fuck, sir, please. More, I need more,” you moan, giving him what he wants. His thrusts become rougher still, relishing in the delicious feeling of your pussy so tight around him. “Please can I come?” you cry. “Please, I needa cum, Blue. Please, please, please.”

He scoffs. “I don’t care, baby bird. Cum for me.”

Your finger finds your clit now that you have the permission to touch yourself in your hands. You rub tight, fast circles, ignoring the ache in your arm that quickly builds at the exertion. Your cunt tightens more and more around his pistoning cock as you get closer and closer to your own sweet release. The pleasure is so intoxicating, it melts your brain as you succumb to the pleasure.

He can feel you beginning to quiver, steeling his jaw as you do. “You gonna cum for me, Birdy?” he grunts. “I know you are. I’ve got you whining and moaning like a little bitch. Listen to yourself, so fucking pathetic.”

His words make you rub faster at your clit, building the pleasure as you balance on the edge, ready to jump off. “You wanna cum, baby? Do it. Do it for me. Cum for me, little bird.”

The coil in your belly snaps as you go flying off the edge, your release crashing down around you like a mighty wave. You cry out, moaning loudly, whining like a little bitch. “Ah—Blue! Fuck, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I’m cumming.”

He fucks you through it, his pace quickening and his cock twitching as you clench around him, gripping like a vice. His breaths are growing louder, his control slipping piece by piece.

As you come down from your high, the sensitivity kicks in and the tingling of your release turns into a dull burn. Your clench for a different reason, reaching toward his abdomen to push him back, to no avail.

“Blue, sir,” you mumble, stuttering slightly. “Fuck, slow down.” He doesn’t listen. “Blue, please, slow down. I—Ah—I need a second.”

He keeps thrusting away inside of you, his hips not stopping for a moment as he continues to use your little hole like you’d begged him to moments before. “Blue–”

“Shh, just shut up,” he breathes, impatient. “Shut up and take it, little bird. I know you can do it. You were made for this, yeah?”

You try again. “Bl–”

He pulls out of you quickly, spreading your legs wide and turning you on your back just so he can shove his cock back into your sensitive cunt. When you whine, he slaps a hand over your mouth to silence you. His face, inches from yours, is marked with lust and impatience and something far more primal as he stares at you. “Shh,” he eases, his punishing pace immediately as he ruts into you, an unsentimental beast. “The only thing I wanna hear coming out of you are those little moans when I fuck you dumb, you understand me?”

You can’t answer, he’s got his hand clasped tight over your lips. His cock keeps pounding into you, his other hand gripping your thigh so tight, his dull nails dig into your flesh and leave little crescent marks. He’s usually not this insistent.

It takes a moment, but the sensitivity washes away into another wave of arousal as his hips keep slamming into you. You wade into the pleasure, letting it take you as you moan against his palm. He removes his hand, clasping it over your throat instead just to hold you as he thrusts. “Such a good girl, listening to me, moaning for more. You wanted it bad, didn’t you? That’s why you were on stage letting all those boys touch you like that, grinding on them like the little whore you are, huh?”

You nod, “Yes, sir.”

“You just wanted a nice fuck,” he scoffs. “You can come as much as you want, Birdy.” He punctuates his words with a finger to your clit, and your hips jerk at the feeling, not yet recovering from the sensitivity there. You try to wiggle your hips away, but he doesn’t let you as he starts with a cruel pace, playing with your clit like making you cum is a punishment.

Your moans are loud as he pleasures you, for better or worse. You clench his cock and moan his name and beg him for nothing in particular. “Blue, please. Fuck, please.”

He answers you by making his thrusts just a little harder, almost bruising with the way he slams his hips against yours. You’re light-headed as the pleasure rattles in your skull, in your bones. You feel tears pricking at your eyes as the pleasure builds, a blinding pleasure that warns another release. When you cum a second time, it’s with a whining sigh as the sensitivity carries on through his continued assault on your clit.

You’re out of breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to convince him. “Slow down. Ahh, fuck, Blue, please.” But he’s not convinced—or he doesn’t care. He keeps fucking you like he’ll never touch you again.

His thrusts start to become sloppy, and you know he’ll cum soon. The faster he does, the faster you get a moment to recover from your consecutive orgasms and let your body rest. You clench around him, grinding your hips to meet his thrusts as you coax him closer to his own release.

Blue’s cock twitches and he groans. Just as you’re expecting him to cum inside of you, he pulls out with a heavy sigh. He grips the base of his cock, staving off his release. He leans over you again and kisses you roughly, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you up enough to sit. You close your legs, but he forces them open once more as he continues to kiss you.

His hand massages the inside of your thigh, and when his hand finds your clit again, your legs jerk. He keeps them open. You gasp when his hand rubs at your clit, fast and rough and making your head spin with how wonderful and how aching it feels. Your hips jerk up to meet his hand, but you also try to move away from him as your still-fresh release hangs over your head.

With the way he touches you, you’ll come again in no time, regardless of how fast it was. “Blue, please, ‘s too much. I can’t.” He just shushes you, rubbing a little faster.

You cry out when he pulls another orgasm from you, a sharp, aching one that fills you with so much ecstasy for a few seconds and quickly falls back into a stinging pain. And just as you suspected, he doesn’t let up.

The tears fall down your cheeks, the pleasure and the pain mixing together too much for you to handle. He smiles at the sight of it, watching it roll down your face with a terrible grin. “So fucking beautiful when you cry for me.”

“Blue–”

“Shh…” His brutal pace on your clit continues on for as long as it needs to in order to bring another release from you. You cry when he does, a mix of a moan and a sob as your body trembles.

He finally steps away from you, giving you a moment to breathe as you lay slack on the bed with shuddering thighs. But he only gives you a moment.

Blue takes you in his arms and rolls you over onto your stomach. You gasp lightly, collecting your thoughts as he lifts your hips up to present you again. You whine insistently when he hooks his thumb inside of you, and you shudder when his cock follows.

“Ah, Blue!” His hands find your waist and use them to guide you on his cock, building his pace once again. You grip the bedsheets and mewl under him, your body arching into the bed when he pushes you down roughly.

He fucks you from behind hard and rough, punishing you for an unknown crime as your sensitive pussy flutters around him. It aches with a dull pain and with a mind-numbing pleasure. You’re conflicted by all the sensations, but the sense is slowly slipping away as he does what he said he was going to do: fuck you dumb.

You can’t think straight, not with the way his cock pistons inside of you. Your moans and sighs huff out of you as they wish, your pussy quivers with each rough thrust, your legs tremble as the slap of his hips make it harder to hold yourself up.

“You like this, baby? You’ve been fucking needing it.” A harsher thrust has you crying out. “Take my fucking cock like the fucking whore you are. Fuck, take it, Birdy. Just like that. Good girl. Good girl.”

The praise and the degradation mixes in your mind. You can do nothing but moan, doing as he says and taking what he gives you as you whine and moan. With the pleasure so hot in your body, the pain has numbed and left a tingly feeling that resides in your fingers, in your toes, in the tip of your tongue.

“Mmm, f-fuck, sir,” you mumble incoherently. “S’good. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like being fucked like this,” he says, grunting as he feels himself reaching his own limit.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Blue.”

“You’re out of your little mind.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust. His hand snakes around your waist to play with your abused clit again. You mewl and wiggle your hips and do nothing more. He builds you up quickly, and you shudder as your release nears again. You don’t know how many times you’ve come.

“Fuck, Birdy, I’m gonna cum inside this perfect little pussy.” You moan at his words. “You want that? You want me to fuck my cum into your belly? Make you nice and round, perfect fucking belly for a baby.” His hips are getting sloppy, his measured thrusts not as rhythmic and his thrusts more shallow as he grinds inside you. A rough groan scratches his throat as he pushes in deeper and grips you harder. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. Ah, fuck!”

He spills inside of you, hot and molten and filling you up to the brim as he shoves his cock as far as he’ll go. You shudder, a sobbing moan rising from your sore throat as you reach your own release, fluttering around him and encouraging him.

“Fucking take it,” he grunts, his voice low and gravely. “Take my—mmm—fucking cum like a—hah—a good girl.” Shallow, rough thrusts fuck his cum deep inside of you, and you whine at the sore pleasure it brings.

Blue’s breaths ease very slowly, the pleasure fading off until he can catch his breath and clear his mind. He stays sheathed inside of you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt for a little longer. He bends down, kissing the back of your neck and your cheek. He turns your head so he can reach your mouth, licking your bottom lip as he pulls you into a gentler kiss than the rough ones he’d given before.

When he pulls away, he takes your lip with him before releasing it with a dull slap back against your teeth. His hands push down on your back as he pulls out of you, sighing heavily. “Fuck,” he curses.

He lets you go, and you allow yourself to fall off the bed, your body heavy and limp. He stands, moving you over to lay on your back. He leans over your body, kissing your lips again and gently rubbing his knuckles along your cheek. You manage to look at him, offering what you can of a gentle smile as you try to stay awake, though the fatigue pulls at you.

He runs a hand along your face. “Would you mind singing for me again, little bird?”

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[darlingdekarios]

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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[winniethewife]

Special day for a special girl (Blue Jones X F!reader)

A/N: For @ominoose Happy Birthday Mushi! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: smut under the cut, Blue is his own warning, fingering, Cunnilingus

Words:705

She woke with a start. Blue looming over her with an unusually cheerful look on his face. She instantly felt on edge. Blue was usually unpredictable, and his mood was hard to understand. She sits up slowly, apprehensive,

“Good Morning pretty girl.” Blue smiled at her a twinkle in his eye. He takes her hand in his and kisses it softly. She looks at him with a slight tilt of her head. He must want something. And want it bad.

“What’s going on Blue? You’re never this nice…”  She tried to pull away but he holds on tight.

“Hey…Baby baby…I just want to make you’re special day special…” He sits down on the bed next to her as she curls her legs up to her chest, he’s still holding on to her hand. . She feels confused.

“Special day?” she asks, she had no idea what day it was anymore, every day at the club was pretty much the same day in day out… it was near impossible to keep track. Blue just smiles.

“Yes, it’s your birthday. A special day…all about you.” He purrs as he takes her chin in his hand lifting her face to look at his. “I want to give you something special… something special for my special girl…” He presses his lips to hers, which was also surprising. As he pulled her in closer, putting his arm around her, bringing her chest to his, she softly moans. This was unexpected, unusual, and… nice. She puts her hands on his chest, the fabric of his suit was surprisingly soft. He took this as a sign… he pushes her down onto the bed, not daring to remove his lips form hers as she clutches his clothes in surprise. Her eyes open wide as he gets on top of her, her heart starts to race. She pulls away and opens her mouth to say something, to ask a question, he puts a finger over her mouth. “Shhhh….Don’t worry, I’ll take care you, My pretty girl…” he croons, kissing her on the lips, then her cheek, her jaw, neck…His hands caressing her skin, as he makes his way lower and lower on her body, His hands gentle, his soft words sweet. She was surprised, Blue wasn’t usually so kind, but shed take anything. Blue looks up at her from between her legs. “I’m gonna take good care of you baby. Keep your eyes on me pretty girl. That’s it…” He says quietly as he pulls her underwear to the side, sliding his fingers through her folds, rubbing his thumb in circles around her clit.

“Blue…” She moans his name softly, her breathing heavy, her eyes locked on his as he leans in to her, sliding his finger into her. She lets out a soft gasp as she feels him inside her, the feeling familiar but different, gentle, loving, not at all like her  clients. Her soft whimpers fill the room, like music to Blues ears as he carefully slides in a second finger curling them up into her. She bucks her hips into him, eagerly seeking his touch.

“That’s it pretty girl, making you feel good right? Tell me, who makes you feel this good?” He eggs her on stilling his fingers waiting for her response.

“You do Blue, you make me feel good” She cries out. She needs him badly.

“Good girl.” He praised her as he leaned in kissing her clit, pushing his fingers in and out of her, his tempo increasing as he sucks on her wanting to bring her to her climax. He runs his tongue along her folds and moving his fingers faster as she clenches her walls around his fingers. “That’s it pretty girl. Cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me baby?” He says into her skin, before nipping lightly at her thigh. She yelps slightly at the sting, then as he moves to bite the other side she feels the hot wave of pleasure come crashing down on her. As she rides out her high Blue smiles, pulling out his fingers and slides them into his mouth to clean them off, a satisfied hum leaves his throat. “A special day, for a special girl...”

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[minispidey]

Hey its ya girl, ominoose here, aka your biggest fan. I would like to request some hcs for my fave men Steven Grant and Blue Jones would be like with a s/o thats shorter than them please and ty xoxo

BLUE JONES AND STEVEN GRANT with short s/o.

Warnings: smut 💅, language, uses female body descriptions, degradation, objectification (for blue smh), worship.

Requested by bestie @ominoose

(Author's Note: Requests for Oscar Isaac characters are still open! Don't be shy, keep them coming! Repeaters are welcome. Reblogs and comments are appreciated 💅)

MINORS DNI

Blue blue my love. Teases a lot to be honest. Hated it when you wore heels or shoes that elevate your height a bit. Would be mean and trip you down if you did.

"No more shoes like that, honey."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. He would push you around until you take off your heels. Only he gets to tell you if you could wear them.

He actually loves crouching down to your level, talking down to you like a child.

"Aww, is my favorite girl mad? Take them off and throw them away."

Blue likes picking you up like a cat and placing you down. Be it a table, one of those tall bar seats or his lap.

You could be walking all pretty and he'll pick you up like you weighted nothing. Even for my plus sized girlies out there, he'd still pick you up.

He could pick you up and fuck you anywhere. Ramming into you mercilessly.

He finds you adorable when you try to stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss. Blue always ends up standing taller to tease you.

"Gimme a kiss, sweetie. You're almost there."

He's mean.

Steven the baby. Or like, you're his baby.

He absolutely adores you. Wanna grab something from the shelves? No need for a chair. Steven's got you.

If you wanna wear a pair of heels, (unlike Blue) he'd let you. He thinks that you look like a model, strutting around with your heels.

He once wore a tie during a romantic date. You pulled on his tie so you could kiss him.

He developed a thing for it. You too.

(Bonus)

You let him wear his suit during sex, pulling on his tie like a leash.

"Fuck me harder, Stevie... please..."

"I-I'm trying, love. Just hold on for me. You're... You're just so pretty for me... pull it harder..."

[loki-hargreeves]

I See Blue

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ only! DUB-CON, sex pollen, reader gets drugged, possessiveness, oral [f!receiving], daddy kink, derogatory name calling, a lot of teasing, light choking, dacryphilia, reader is in pain [side effect of the sex pollen], Blue refers to the reader as a ‘thing’ a few times [sweet thing etc], unprotected p in v, creampie, paranoia, a little bit of aftercare, implied murder [revenge] - if there’s something I’ve forgotten, please let me know! I just proofread this once so there could be typos Word Count: 6,9K  Summary: Someone drugged you with sex pollen and only Blue Jones can make you feel better. He can’t just let you suffer, now can he?  A/N: Please don’t read this is any of the mentioned warnings might  disturb you. Otherwise, I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve written for Blue so I’m a little nervous but it was fun :) 

DISCLAIMER! Although I wrote Blue Jones to be kind of soft and caring, he’s a dark character canonically and this fic explores some dark themes (he literally runs a brothel). If you haven’t watched Sucker Punch, you may not know that so I just wanted to let you know before you proceed. Minors DO NOT INTERACT! 

YOUR POV

Blue always had his eyes set on you.

That’s why he was the first to notice that you never left the dressing room when everyone else did. It was late, late enough for it to be pitch black outside and silence to linger in the large building. The music was been turned off and the chit chat of clients and the other girls had mellowed out. You could surely hear a pin drop now.

He would never tell a soul but he was worried about you, as worried as Blue Jones could be over another person. After all, you were his best girl. The little dagger deep in his mind. You were the center of his dreams, at day and at night. The protagonist of his dirtiest fantasies. 

As he paced down the dim corridor, some of the guards glanced at Blue and stepped side instinctively. No one wanted to be in his way ever. They either feared him or respected him. Blue believed it was mixture of both. 

Finally, he reached the dressing room. He didn’t understand why you’d stay here so long after closing. If you needed ‘alone time’, there were better places to be. 

“Now what do we have here?” Blue pushed the door open to the dressing room, seeing you sitting by a vanity. He instantly noticed the way you were slouched over the cluttered surface, not even turning around when he entered the room like you usually would’ve. Blue had noticed the way you looked at him. He knew of your feelings because you made them so painfully obvious.

Were you sleeping?

He watched as your chest rose quickly, too quickly for someone who’d be resting. Almost as if you were panting, out of breath despite just sitting down. The corset you were wearing looked uncomfortable, paired with all the glittery and golden accessories you had word tonight while serving drinks to clients. Even the red heels were still securely on your feet. Nothing about your position seemed comfortable.

Blue furrowed his brows, walking all the way to your side and then placing his hand between your shoulder blades as he leaned closer. That’s when he noticed that you definitely weren’t asleep. No. You were holding back tears and for some reason you refused to look at him.

If someone hurt you then god have mercy on them because Blue certainly wouldn’t. 

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Blue’s hand travelled up your spine, his warm fingers now tracing the necklace that was around your neck, gold complimenting your complexion. His touch made shivers run down your spine. He had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Talk to me.” 

“Blue...” You whimpered as if you were in pain. The longer he was there, touching you, allowing his cologne to seep into your lungs, the worse you felt. There was a fire within you that kept growing. You wanted Blue more than ever. In fact, you were convinced if he didn’t relieve the pain you felt you would pass out soon. This strong desire scared you. 

Since you weren’t speaking, Blue scanned the vanity, looking for clues. Anything really that could help him figure out what was going on. It didn’t take long for him to spot the tiny glass jar that had been opened, its contents already gone. The heart-shaped logo on the paper revealed the truth; you were drugged. It wasn’t any ordinary drug, no. That was a nasty form of an aphrodisiac, something clients had begun sneaking into the place. 

Blue hated it. 

His girls were good, they were fucking fantastic! He had worked his ass off to ensure this harmony. None of them needed to be drugged by shitty potions that Blue most certainly didn’t trust. Clients were getting too comfortable breaking Blue’s rules these days. Blue considered himself as your protector and he was furious over the fact that someone had slipped shit like that under his roof without him catching them in the act.

The worst part was that the effects wouldn’t wear off in days unless someone did something about it. He knew you must’ve been burning up inside, like a fever was raging within your veins. Your poor cunt must’ve been weeping for some relief. 

Whoever had dared to give that to you, his most precious little thing, would have to face every ounce of Blue Jones’ wrath. The end results wouldn’t be pretty. 

Rage enveloped Blue momentarily as he grabbed the empty bottle. Within a second, he had thrown it in the opposite direction and the glass smashed into bits and pieces against the wall, scattering all over the floor. The loud collision must’ve alerted others but most were used to Blue’s temper tantrums by now. Breaking things never made him feel any better but he had to do it anyway.

“Fuck!” Blue cursed, running his hand through his dark locks. “Who the fuck gave that to you?” The words echoed in the otherwise silent room, surely far into the corridors too.

By the sounds of it, Blue was mad; enraged. Deep in your head, you were convinced he was mad at you. Right now, the last thing you wanted was to upset him. God, you couldn't do that. The thought alone made your heart hurt. You wanted to be good for him, like you always were. 

“I’m sorry,” You mewled, using all your strength to sit up straight and look at him, ignoring the wetness between your legs. Did he see how you were trembling? Not from fear but from the otherwise intense feelings you felt, the desire to be fucked until sunrise by Blue. If he could tell, you were far past the point of feeling embarrassed.

“Who gave this to you?” Blue needed to know, gently grabbing your jaw so he could look right in your teary eyes. Those deep brown eyes of his were full of rage, but also concern, the black makeup and dark lashes making his gaze a thousand times more intense. His fingertips felt like ice on your otherwise boiling hot skin. And god did it feel nice when the rest of your body felt like it had been hit by a bus.

“It hurts,” You struggled to focus on the simple question he asked you. By now, there was a knot in your stomach that felt much like cramps. The uncomfortable ache rendered you weak and desperate. You felt ill and Blue was the only medicine.

“I know,” Blue nodded slightly, “I know, baby. I’m not mad at you. Just tell me who did this and I’ll make you feel better. How does that sound?” That man was so convincing, his words like golden honey. There was something about him that made you blatantly ignore everything your brain was warning you about. It had always been this way.

The first thing you felt was relief. It crashed upon you like a tidal wave when you heard his promise. All you had to do was answer his question and then you’d be all his. Blue would be all yours, too.

Finally, you gave him what he wanted, a name, someone to blame;

“Hector Dunn.”

That was a familiar name, one Blue could put a face to immediately. That sleazy old bastard. Hector thought he was untouchable, often disrespecting everyone he met. Even Blue. 

“He said it was perfume, t-that I should wear it tomorrow,” The confession made you feel stupid now but how could you have known? It wasn’t often you received gifts anyway so when this happened, you had let your guard down. It was easy to see where you had gone wrong looking back. 

“I just wanted to smell it,” That part you revealed more like a whisper, upset that someone had fooled you and that now you felt so damn uncomfortable and sick.

By now, Blue’s blood had reached a boiling point. Tomorrow was supposed to be a show day. Whatever Dunn had planned was certainly not coming true. Blue would make sure of it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, sweetheart,” Blue was happy you had told him the truth, despite how angry he felt too. He knew you’d be good and tell him. That’s what he loved about you, his good little girl, never letting him down or trying to betray him. So obedient and all for him. 

“I’m sorry...” Guilt was eating you up alive nearly as quickly as the mystery substance in your body was turning you into a horny mess. 

“Shh,” Blue cut you off, pressing his finger on your soft lips, “Don’t apologize. You’ve been good for me. It’s not your fault. I’m gonna make you feel better and everything will be just fine, yeah?”

His words made you whimper which seemed to be completely out of your control. By now,even the smallest touch felt like heaven. Knowing what was to come turned your brain to putty. 

You watched in awe as he slid his silver jacket off, throwing it over the back of the chair you were sitting on. Immediately after, he loosened his midnight black tie, never taking his eyes off of you. The sight that was unfolding before you was unreal, almost too good to be true. Seeing Blue like that did things to you that had never happened before. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage now, taking up so much space that it nearly took your breath away.

Blue wasn’t sure if it was merely being in your presence that got him longing for you within seconds or if the remnants of the ‘perfume’ was still lingering in the air and affecting him. Either way, he wanted you and now he finally had you. This was a moment you both had dreamt of for months but perhaps under different circumstances. 

At last, Blue gave you the attention you craved. He pulled you up to your feet with a force that made you throw your arms around him for support. Not only that, your legs were much like jelly at this point. You weren’t sure if you were able to stand on your own. He pushed you by your hip so that you were leaning against the vanity, pressed between it and Blue. His hips met yours and despite the layers of clothes, you felt his cock against your body, pulsing and revealing just how much he wanted you. 

And his lips were so close to yours. Blue cupped your face and stared at those crimson lips hungrily, suddenly feeling starved. 

“Please, Blue, I need you.”

That was the last push he needed. Blue was hooked, completely yours now. He smiled, his nose brushing against yours,

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.”

He kissed you, pressing his lips on yours fiercely. A moan ripped from your mouth as you tasted him, felt his warm lips on yours. There was a hint of whiskey on his lips, tobacco on his tongue that pushed into your mouth. It was intoxicating, you wanted everything he had to offer.

When Blue’s hands found the ribbon in your back that kept the corset together, he tugged at it shamelessly, letting it loosen and then he pulled it off. He couldn’t resist breaking the kiss to look at your chest, taking in the beautiful sight of your tits, the way your nipples perked up when the cool air met your skin. He wished he could remember the sight for the rest of his days.

“Beautiful,” Blue purred, cupping your boobs harshly, making you gasp at how good it felt. As his hands began massaging the sensitive breasts, his lips returned to yours into a messy kiss. As his fingers rubbed over your nipples, you swore you saw stars. His touch was pure magic.

“You’re so...fucking stunning...and all mine,” Blue never wanted anyone to even look at you the wrong way anymore. He wanted you all for himself, not giving a damn about how selfish it made him.

Greedily, you ran your fingers through his hair and then closed your hand into a fist, pulling his head back roughly and in doing so breaking the kiss. Blue hardly had time to show how surprised he was as you lunged at his neck, tasting his salty skin and licking over his pulse. You needed to find his sweet spot and hear the pretty sounds he most certainly could make. 

Blue would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t love the way you were handling him, so fucking needily. You were going to take what you needed from him and Blue was more than willing to give it all to you. He adored the slight pain from the way you tugged at his hair when it mixed with the pleasure of your skilled tongue and lips torturing his neck so blissfully. 

“So fucking eager,” Blue groaned as you licked over that one spot that made his knees weak. That’s when you finally got what you wanted, a moan from him, and gods did you love it. That was music to your ears. 

Eventually you loosed the grip on his hair and began fumbling with the buttons of his white shirt, needing it off now. Blue decided to help you with that and within seconds, it was on the floor among your corset. There was a thin layer of sweat over his chest and stomach, showing off how toned his body was. Blue looked like a statue carved by the ancient Greeks.

“Is this what you wanted?” Blue was cocky, practically beaming with confidence. 

“Yes,” You felt drunk and thirsty for whatever he had to offer. As if to test the waters, you put your fingers on his chest and then dug your nails into his skin, feeling him. Blue clenched his jaw when you dragged your nails down, exploring the muscles on his belly. The rake of your nails made goosebumps rise over his skin. You were unreal.

Many people were terrified of him. Perhaps you were scared too but you certainly didn’t let it show. Blue thought it was a nice change to be touched by someone so shamelessly. You weren’t hiding the fact that there was nothing you wanted more than Blue, not even air. 

“Such a good girl,” Blue grabbed your wrist harshly, dragging your hand away from him so he could bring it to his lips. Before he released you, he kissed your palm, then your wrist. Next thing you knew, his hands wrapped around your waist and his tongue licked a stripe up your neck. As he found the spot between your neck and shoulders that made you whimper, he bit you. It stung only for a moment as he started sucking the skin, making sure to leave a mark.

“Oh my...Blue!” You couldn’t help but moan, pulling his body closer to yours. You were convinced your panties were soaked at this point because of how aroused you felt. It was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Despite the pain that threatened to make you crumble, everything Blue gave you felt ecstatic.

“That feels so good,” The words escaped your mouth, encouraging Blue to keep going.

“Yeah?” Blue smirked, lowering his head so he could kiss your collarbones, ever so surely nearing your soft breasts. Meanwhile his hands went even further down, tracing your sides and dipping between your legs. 

“What about this?” Blue wondered which was instantly followed by his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, feeling the obvious wet spot. Blue couldn’t believe how drenched you were and you had barely gotten started. It made his cock twitch in his pants, just the thought of what he was going to do to you.

Every word went flying out your brain when Blue rubbed circles over your clit, the fabric of the panties feeling rough against the sensitive bundle of nerves. All you could muster up as an answer was a deep moan as you tried to buck your hips against his hand, wanting more, more and more. Anyone could’ve walked in right now but neither of you cared.

Blue lowered himself onto his knees, looking up at you, his lips parting slightly as he hooked his fingers under your panties. When he tugged at them, you had to steady yourself against the vanity. He pulled them down slowly and you could only watch as his eyes fell, looking directly between your legs. That’s the first time you felt shy, heat spreading over your face.

“Look at you, glistening like a little slut,” Blue felt the water gathering on his tongue as his fantasies were coming closer to becoming true.

Fuck. His words were going right to your core. If he waited any longer, you’d surely faint. 

“Blue please!”

“Please what, sugar?” Blue knew you were in pain. He almost felt cruel as he toyed with you but he couldn’t help it either. This was just too much fun.

As to make things harder for you, Blue caressed your lower back, tracing his fingers over the curve of your ass until he reached your thigh. He guided your leg over his shoulder, forcing you to spread your legs a little bit more in the process. He was so close, the scent of your desire crept into his lungs. Now it was nearly Blue’s turn to beg although he had no need to - he already had what he wanted right in his palm.

“Please touch me,” You pleaded in agony. He promised he’d make you feel better!

“Here?” Blue’s fingers traced your inner thigh, a curious look in his coffee coloured eyes as he glanced to see your reaction.

This man was going to be the death of you.

“No...” 

“What about...” Blue thought out loud, now brushing his thumb over your hips and abdomen which almost tickled a little bit, “here?”

The teasing and the anticipation finally got to you. By now, your legs were trembling even when he was holding you and tears welled up in your eyes, wetting your mascara-coated eyelashes. You dug the heel of your shoe into his back just to get back at him but Blue didn’t seem budged at all. 

“Do you want me to taste you?” Blue wondered, hardly able to hold himself back for much longer. 

“Yes!” Finally he was giving you something to work with. “God yes...I need that.” The haze in your brain made it hard to think but you knew you wanted his pretty lips around your throbbing clit. That would be heaven on earth.

He didn’t waste another second. Blue was like an animal, seeing nothing but you and thinking of nothing but this deep urge, to satisfy the appetite he had for you. He pushed his tongue out and licked a stripe up your slit, tasting the wetness that collected on his tongue. Just like that, he was hooked for life. You tasted so fucking good and Blue Jones was parched.

The support the offered wasn’t enough, not when it felt like he injected ecstasy right into your veins as he lapped up your cunt. In a desperate attempt to stay on your feet, your grabbed a fistful of his hair, earning a low moan in return. His tongue pressed against your weeping hole, pushing in oh so deliciously. Instantly, the ache was dulled by the pleasure he brought you just by tasting you. 

Blue pulled his head back momentarily, pleased to see the satisfaction on your face. You looked blissfully horny, absolutely lost in the moment. When he closed his lips around your clit and began sucking and nibbling on it, your body squirmed in response. Blue held onto you tighter, adjusting himself so that he was somehow even closer to your weeping cunt, your quivering leg locking him into position. There was no place he’d rather be.

As he teased your hole with a finger, collecting your juices, you let out a cry. Your walls were clenching around nothing and you wanted him to fill you up already. Somehow you knew that it was the only way to take your pain away, the only thing that could make you feel so euphoric. Only Blue. 

“Please, Blue,” You were willing to beg for him to push his fingers into you.

Hearing you moaning his name was surreal. Blue cursed under his breath, sure that he’d cum in his pants if you kept moaning like that. 

“You want to be filled, huh?” Blue raised an eyebrow at you, never stopping the delicious teasing as his fingers spread your wetness over your lips. “Do you want daddy’s fingers? Is that what you want?”

Before you could answer, Blue pushed two of his fingers into you with little resistance thanks to how wet you were. He felt how warm your soft walls were and imagining his cock deep inside you was almost too much. He couldn’t wait to fuck you like you deserved to be fucked.

Something about him calling himself daddy while fucking your tight hole with his fingers pushed you closer to the edge at an alarming rate. When he resumed eating you out, circling your clit with his tongue, you were doomed. The coil in your belly tightened at a dangerously, every thrust of his fingers pulling it closer to a snapping point. 

“I’m close, daddy,” You tugged his hair, pulling him closer to you. Blue didn’t falter when he felt you bucking your hips to meet his mouth and fingers unabashedly, chasing that sweet, sweet high. Blue’s goal was that by the end of this, you’d be fucked senseless. He wanted you to cling to him and stay like that. He would make you cum as much as you needed and wanted. Blue was more than eager to please such a good girl as you.

Without ever tiring, Blue curled his fingers against that spot that made you see stars. His pushed his mouth onto your clit like a starved man, looking up at you and seeing your tits glistening under the artificial lighting. Right then and there you were more gorgeous than ever before, in his eyes at least. An angel. Yes, that’s exactly what you were.

“Please don’t stop! I’m gonna...gonna cum!” You wailed by now, not caring if anyone heard you. At that moment, the world outside the dressing room didn’t exist.

The coil snapped in your belly as you came, a shock wave of pleasure releasing all over your body. It hit you hard, intensely and it didn’t stop after one collision. Not at all. Blue kept torturing your clit as you grew impossibly sensitive, your walls throbbing around his fingers so hard he didn’t dare pull out just yet. Everything he did to you prolonged the pleasure and it felt like your orgasm never ended, waves crashing over you again and again. 

“I can’t-” You gasped, struggling to catch your breath as you reluctantly pushed him away. 

That’s when he slowed down, pulling his fingers out of you. They were glistening with your arousal. As Blue threw your leg off his shoulder and stood up, he slapped your sensitive clit, making you yelp in surprise. He had no right making you feel so good by being so cruel. But fuck, you loved it so much it was troubling.

“Feel any better?” Blue wondered, using his ‘clean’ hand to grab your jaw, guiding you closer to his lips.

“Mmhmm...” In fact, you did feel better but there was still a fire within you that needed to be put out. An itch so deep that had to be scratched. You needed him to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. He didn’t need to be gentle with you at all. You were convinced you wouldn’t break.

“You want more don’t you?” Blue chuckled, pushing his slick fingers past your lips and pressing them down your tongue and coating each taste bud. Without being instructed, you sucked his fingers, loving how dirty he made you feel. You never broke eye contact as you circled your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself on him. That must’ve been a clear enough yes.

Blue reached down to unbuckle his belt, his cock painfully hard. He managed to unbutton his pants and he let them fall down to his ankles. Within seconds, he was just in his boxers which hardly contained his throbbing member. You reached down to cup his length, still sucking on his fingers as you slowly began to stroke his cock.

When you felt just how big he was, you felt another wave of arousal gushing from your core. If you were dripping by now, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. 

“That’s it,” Blue growled as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat. Not for a long time, no. Just to give you a squeeze, a thrill of excitement. 

“You’re gonna get what you want,” Blue promised, ripping your hand away for now. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and noticed the pre-cum that was glistening on his red tip. The veins and ridges stood out to you as you glanced down, lips parting in surprise at the sight. 

“You’re so big,” You breathed out, stating the obvious and stroking his already giant ego. 

All you wanted was for him to split you apart on that cock already. Seeing his dick instantly strengthened the cramps deep within you, forcing you to lean against Blue’s shoulder for support. A twinge of pain ripped from your stomach, forcing the salty tears to escape your pretty eyes. 

When he saw you like that, brows furrowed and mascara beginning to run down your cheeks, he felt a little bit sorry for you. He was supposed to protect you and yet here you were, crying because he hadn’t kept a close enough eye on you, crying because you wanted his cock just that badly. 

“I’ve got you, sweet thing,” Blue reassured you, pushing you against the table and helping you wrap your leg around his body for support. Carefully, he guided his length between your legs, running his tip up and down your slit a few times, trying to contain himself when he felt your hot lips rubbing his dick. You were going to drive him mad.

Nothing on this world compared to the feeling of his tip rubbing your clit, the way you could feel the ridges and veins on his cock as they brushed over the sensitive bud. Then finally, Blue pushed himself into you, sinking deeper and stretching you oh so well. His thick cock made your walls flutter around him, trying so hard to take all of him at once.

It’s like his cock knocked all the air out of your lungs. Your lips opened but you didn’t make a sound nor breathe, just immersed in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch. 

“Holy fuck, it feels so good,” You didn’t think about your choice of words at all, as your senses were distracted by pure bliss. The slight discomfort from him stretching you was nothing compared to the agony you had been in moments earlier as a side effect of the thing you had breathed in. Now at last, the pain was gone. All you could focus on was the euphoric pleasure Blue brought you.

Usually, Blue would’ve made a comment about cursing. He wanted to make sure his good girl didn’t say such filthy things but truthfully, right now he didn’t care. Being deep inside of you and feeling your walls squeezing his dick nearly wiped his mind blank. You must’ve had otherwordly abilities because Blue swore he had never felt this way before. There was no logical explanation for it.

This time it was his turn to grab a fistful of your hair - not too roughly - pulling your head back and immediately kissing you. He felt how it affected you, his kiss alone making your cunt swallow more of him eagerly until he had fully bottomed out. You moaned into the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. This time, his lips tasted like you. It was nasty, it was absolutely filthy but god did you adore everything about it. 

“Mine,” Blue claimed against your mouth, releasing the grip on your hair only to once again wrap his hand around your neck. It fit like a necklace, so snugly, so perfect. 

“Say it,” He needed to hear it from you as he began moving his hips, pulling back slightly before rocking right back into you. 

“I’m yours!” 

“That’s right,” Blue nodded, finding a slow yet steady pace to start with. He could feel everything, the spongy feeling of your walls pressing his length so delightfully. 

“All yours, Blue...I’m all yours,” You promised him, sniffling as the inky tears burned your eyes. 

“All mine?” He challenged you, smiling as he toyed with you. At least this time around you weren’t in pain. Knowing that he was making you feel so good and relieved made him so proud. No one else could ever compare.

Blue squeezed your throat when you struggled to answer, still letting you breathe but the pressure added to the delirious bliss you were feeling. Sure, it was Blue Jones. He had done terrible things right before your eyes but you trusted him, as foolish as it may have been. Part of you wanted him to choke you even harder.

“Yes, daddy. Only yours,” you tried to nod, hardly able to do so when you felt him picking up the pace. The room was filled with the sounds of his cock sinking into your wet cunt. Somehow that turned you on even more, knowing that those nasty sounds were caused by his cock pounding into you. Hearing just how drenched you were was shocking.

“Fuck, baby!” Blue cursed, his own desire growing stronger by the second. He pushed your back flat against the vanity, knocking over bottles of hairspray, make-up and all sorts of accessories, making a huge mess. The change of positions forced him to pull out for only a moment as he adjusted. His hands grabbed your ankles roughly as he pulled them over his shoulders, loving that you were still wearing your heels. 

Being manhandled like that was a fantasy come true. You had dreamt of Blue taking you like this, your legs over his shoulders as he lined up with your entrance once more. This time, you had to grab the edge of the table for support as Blue slipped right back into you and picked up the pace.

The new position allowed you to feel him even deeper somehow. Like this, he was surely rearranging your guts. There was no escaping his fierce gaze as you were fucked to another state of reality. Blue couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was a man obsessed with the way your pretty lips parted and moans poured out of your mouth. The way you brows furrowed together and dark streaks of tears decorated your face was a sight he wanted painted and hung on his office wall.

“Look at you,” Blue grunted, making you tilt your head and look at the full length mirror on your side. “Look at you, angel. You’re taking me so well. So fucking well.” Blue glanced at the mirror as well, admitting to himself that you two looked really great like that. Made for each other.

As you were preoccupied with looking at your scandalous reflection, Blue kissed your ankle. He loosed the strap on the heel and pulled it off, throwing it away without looking where it landed. He grabbed your other ankle and repeated his actions, peppering kisses on your leg before guiding your weary legs around his body once more. Blue pulled you closer to the edge of the vanity which allowed him to lean over you. 

“You’re so pretty,” Blue purred as he rolled his hips into yours, his lips tasting your neck. When he grabbed your breast and started tugging on your nipple, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When that bastard pinched it painfully, you arched your back and cried out his name. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Absolutely stunning, my beautiful doll...”

“...Such a good little slut for me.”

At this point, trying to form a coherent sentence was impossible. You were hardly able to think, let alone speak as everything felt so wonderful. If he kept this up, you were sure you’d come again soon.

A particularly loud moan was a tell-tale sign that he was fucking right into the spot that would push you over the edge for sure. With a cocky smile on his face, Blue reached down to where your bodies met and he found your clit that was crying for some attention. He rubbed it furiously, vowing to not stop until you were shaking and cumming all over his cock.

“Oh my god!” You gasped as the pleasure began to overwhelm you - yet you needed him to go on as if your life depended on it. As his cock buried deep inside of you, hitting relentlessly against your spongy walls, you felt fuller than ever before. An orgasm was approaching at a rapid speed and all you needed was for him to keep doing exactly what it was he was doing now. As if mind and body separated, you longed for more although your tender body tried to escape this torturous bliss he was giving you.

“Cum for me!” Blue demanded, his face hovering above yours so you noticed how he was clenching his jaw, sweat covering his forehead as his vein stood out. You swore you had never seen a prettier man ever before in your life.

“You’ve been so good for daddy. Now come, baby. It’s okay.”

That’s the final push, the last bit of encouragement that you needed. You let go, your breath getting stuck in your lungs as your second orgasm enveloped your body and soul completely. For a moment, the world blurred. Dark specs scattered here and there, threatening to spread everywhere. If you were moaning, you certainly didn’t realize it, too fucked out to care.

All that you could feel was pleasure and relief. Your heart was racing in your chest and the corners of your lips curled into a satisfied smile. 

“Thank you...” No words compared to the gratitude you felt then. Who knew what kind of agony you’d be in if Blue had turned his back on you.

Blue never slowed down. He chased his high and dug his fingers into your waist and hips. He wasn’t far behind. In fact, when he felt your walls milking his cock, hugging him tighter and tighter as you were cumming, he couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“Fill me up, please,” You reached down to grab his hand, needing him to fill you to the brim as you were in this lustful state. Logic and sense were not present in the moment.

That was a dangerous request to make for a man like him because Blue couldn’t resist. Eventually, Blue reached his high. He stilled deep within you and let out an animalistic growl, hunching over your sweaty body as he came. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of your sensitive walls made you cry out his name. If you could, you’d stay like this forever.

“Oh baby,” Blue whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he emptied himself inside your cunt. Right then he felt content, soaking in nothing but pure bliss. For a moment, he forgot about the rest of the world and all his duties as he lost himself in you - quite literally.

       At some point, Blue had to pull out of you no matter how comfortable it was to stay like that, as one. He caught his breath all the while looking at his cum dripping out of your hole and onto the vanity. Fuck. He couldn’t believe this had happened but he didn’t regret it for a second. Seeing you catching your breath, body flustered and his cum dripping out of you was worth more to him than gold and diamonds. Now you were all his and the bruises beginning to form on your skin were proof of that.

Blue grabbed his clothes from the floor and began dressing himself, much to your displeasure. 

“Are you leaving?” You didn’t know what you had expected really. Either way, the thought of him leaving you so soon made your heart hurt. Fear threatened to sink under your skin. What would he do now? Nothing would ever be the same.

“Hey,” Blue couldn’t stand the sadness in your voice, “I’m not going anywhere yet.” He grabbed a towel from a drawer nearby before returning to your side. Wordlessly, he pushed your legs apart and cleaned the mess he had made, keeping in mind that you had cum twice and were definitely overly sensitive. 

You felt your cheeks heating up when Blue wiped his cum and your wetness on the towel, unable to face him as he did so. This side of Blue was so new. Had anyone really ever seen him like this? So soft and caring. It almost had you suspecting something was up.

“I’m not gonna let you out of my sight tonight,” Blue started revealing what he was cooking up in his mind.

“What do you mean?” 

Blue tossed the towel into the bin, not really caring if someone found it later. He stood up and walked to the dresser, turning his back on you as kept explaining,

“You’re gonna sleep with me. I don’t trust anyone right now. People are betraying me! Who knows what they’ll do...”

That needed no further explaining. Someone had brought drugs into the place and none of the guards had noticed it. There was something fishy going on and Blue was going to get to the bottom of it. He absolutely despised traitors. 

When he returned to you, he was holding a beautiful, pink robe. Rather gently, Blue wrapped the robe over your shoulders, enjoying the way it looked on you. He could dress you in all sorts of clothes if you gave him the chance and time. Like his own little doll. 

You knew he was thinking, getting lost in his own thoughts when he was so quiet. Blue had a tendency to be loud, not showing any signs of shame when he let just about anything out of his mouth. Right now, he kept his plans for himself as he grabbed make-up remover and cotton, soaking the thing completely. 

“Some things are gonna change around here,” Blue revealed mysteriously as he started wiping your make-up - or what was left of it. Your tears had pretty much gotten rid of the mascara and a rough round of fucking had managed to wipe off most of the red lipstick. 

Somehow, you found comfort in this moment. Blue was cleaning your face and it felt tender, it almost felt normal. He made you feel cared about. But after everything, you were exhausted. Not only had the drug stolen all your strength, Blue had put you through so much torturous pleasure that your brain felt scrambled. 

“Thank you,” You whispered, tired and absolutely overwhelmed by emotions. If you had the strength, you might’ve cried some more.

Blue wiped your under eye, leaving no traces of mascara behind. A small smile appeared on his face but there was a darkness in his eyes. A shadow that revealed something sinister was happening in his mind. 

“I am your protector,” Blue stated as he had done many times before but this time he sounded more serious, “I’m never letting anyone hurt my best girl ever again. You’re all mine. I mean it, sugar. Okay?”

“Okay,” You weren’t opposed to that. For the longest time, you had yearned for him, his touch, his affection. Now that you knew it existed, that he could truly take care of you, you wanted all of it. Whether it was possible or not, you weren’t sure yet one thing was certain, you trusted whatever Blue had to say.

Apparently, that night still had some tricks up its sleeve. Blue pressed a kiss on top of your head while his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin adoringly. The tender moment nearly made your heart leap out of your throat. Since when was Blue Jones such a softie? 

“So Hector Dunn, hm?” He wanted you to confirm what you had told him now that your head was clearer than before. The tone of his voice with your newfound clarity made you realize something, Blue wanted revenge. 

There was no point in lying or trying to change the topic. 

“That’s the guy.”

Blue accepted this. He took a deep breath as he made up his mind. There was nothing else to be done than make sure that Mr Dunn never laid eyes on you or any of his girls ever again. Tomorrow, Blue thought. He’d take care of that tomorrow because right now, his number one priority was you.

“Let’s get out of this filthy room, shall we? Can’t have you surrounded by such a fucking mess,” Blue looked around at the mess you two had created. “You’ve been such a good girl, you need some rest.” 

Sleep sounded perfect. 

A/N: I may or may not have stayed up all night finishing this. I can’t tell if it sucks or not as my brain also feels scrambled (could be covid speaking or my sleep deprivation. Who knows). Anyway, I truly hope that you liked it! 🥺 

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Squeaky Wheel

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch) x Female Reader

Summary: You’re one of Blue’s best girls but he doesn’t really notice you until you start acting up.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Sadism, Masochism, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Choking, Face Grabbing, Blood Licking, Ear Biting, Neck Kissing, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Vaginal Sex, Power Imbalance, Emotional Manipulation, Pain and Punishment, Daddy Issues, Praise Kink, Blue using his tie as a restraint, Violence

Word Count: 3K

Notes: He’s a MURDERER! But he’s kinda cute... Obviously I don’t condone this man’s behavior, but let’s have fun with him today!

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“Shut the door behind you.” Blue beckons you into his office with two ringed fingers as he rests his hips lazily against his desk, one leg crossed in front of the other. “Lock it.” His clenched jaw contradicts his casual stance, eyes sullen and dark as they carefully watch your every move.

You nod and silently do as you’re told, twisting the latch in the doorknob as the air in the room suddenly feels more tangible, more… crowded. Gooseflesh prickles at the back of your neck as you turn around to face him, his hypnotic stare reminding you of why you acted up in the first place.

You’d spent weeks under his care with a series of ‘almost’ touches brushing by your face, hands and hips. He’d leave you wanting more after luring you in with only a look, putting his hands on other girls right in front of you while maintaining direct eye contact the entire time. You felt like he was taunting you, showing you what you could have if you only opened up your mouth and asked for it. Then again he’d turn right around and praise you for being his favorite girl who didn’t need much of anything or give him any headaches.

Part of you knew you’d have to face the music when you lashed out the way you did today, that you’d end up here in his office waiting with bated breath for him to dole out whatever punishment he deemed worthy. But you didn’t care, you wanted him to touch you like he did the others, to touch you at all instead of teasing you with a false hope before sliding his hand up someone else’s skirt. You’ve already accepted the fact that you could end up isolated from everyone and everything for an ungodly amount of time, that you could be stripped of what little privileges you had, but any attention from Blue was good attention at this point, and a locked door means that it’s just you and him.

“I assume I don’t have to tell you why I asked you here, Princess.” He stands up from his spot on the desk, uncrossing his legs with an exaggerated step forward.

“No.” You mumble, the cut on your cheek serving as a reminder of the fight you got into just a few hours ago.

“That’s good.” He takes his time sauntering between the two seats facing his desk, caressing the leather of their armrests as he makes his way toward you. His hungry eyes take in the sight of your bruised and battered face before he stops just beyond the chairs. “Now, I shouldn’t have to remind you that we expect everyone here to follow the rules, no matter how good they’ve been for me in the past.” He pauses for dramatic effect, a little trait of Blue’s you’ve gotten used to over the past couple of weeks. “You’re one of my best girls, one of my very favorites, so you can imagine my surprise when I heard that you, of all people, were the one causing problems today.”

“I didn’t start it, you should have heard her, she said I was a…” You try to sell the idea of actually being triggered by her, but he cuts you off instead.

“Ah!” He closes the gap between you, pressing a finger to your lips. “I don’t want to hear it, okay? Sarah’s still in the infirmary, and the doctor says that you might have broken her arm. Now, normally I’d put you in the cell and leave you there to rot until you learned your lesson.” He tilts his head to the side as he traces the outline of your lips, gently pulling on the bottom one before it bounces back into place. “But something tells me that’s not going to work with you.”

He grabs your chin and pulls you into him, the pressure from his fingers scraping the inner lining of your cheeks against your teeth. “Oh, what? Does that hurt?” He smiles as you whimper, licking his lips as he squeezes even tighter to reopen the cut on your cheek that had barely begun to heal. “Hmm?”

You nod within his grasp, eyes watering as a sharp pain shoots through your face as he walks you backward against the door.

“It should.” He nods with a smirk, brushing his lips against your cheek as he slowly parts them. “This is how you make me feel when you act out like this, when you don’t behave!” He pushes you harder against the door, pressing his mouth up to your ear as his hips dig into your belly. “Did you know that I have to read everyone’s file who walks through these doors? Huh?” Another forceful shove. “Learn every little detail about them so I can give them exactly what they need while they’re here?”

You try to answer but the taste of blood starts filling your mouth, the pain now radiating into your jaw as his fingers pinch like a vice. “No,” you mutter, the scent of his cologne now dizzying your senses as his cheek rests on yours.

“Well, I read all about you today, sweetheart, and you know what I found out?” He takes a deep breath and exhales against the shell of your ear, sending those goosebumps down your neck again all the way down to your toes. “Two little words and your temper tantrum today finally made sense to me. Two little words and I figured out why you let her get so many shots in before taking her down like I knew you could.” He licks your earlobe before taking it into his mouth, biting down hard as a quick cry escapes your lips. “Masochistic Tendencies.”

You close your eyes as he finally gives you what you want, humming the tune of some Frank Sinatra song as his tongue massages your cartilage. His teeth dig in just enough to leave a mark before pulling it taut, nearly biting your ear clean off. You wrap your arms around his torso as all the moisture from your body pools between your legs, wanting nothing more than for him to rip your clothes off and get inside of you already.

“Blue,” you moan, the blood from your cut dripping down his fingers and onto your chest. It’s hot and viscous, a slow crimson trail streaming down between your breasts as he pulls back from your face to overtly lap it up. You feel him moan against your skin as he tastes you, tantalizing vibrations pulsing into your rib cage as he replaces that deep red line with the sheer slick of his saliva.

He mouths his way up your neck, licking and sucking little bruises into the delicate skin of your throat until he reaches your cheek. The salt of his tongue stings your freshly open wound, forcing you to suck your breath in through clenched teeth as his grip on your face eventually loosens. His mouth finally meets yours, the taste of blood, smoke and bourbon mixing together as he kisses you with more voracity than you could ever imagine.

You groan into him, your body keening for more as you feel his hand smooth its way down your chin and jaw before wrapping itself around your neck, tightening just enough to force your eyes open.

“You actually like the pain, don’t you?” He asks in a hushed tone, pushing his thumb against your pulse. “You fucking love it.”

You’ve never admitted that to anyone before, but you see no sense in lying to him at this point. “Yes,” you nod.

“Then you’re gonna love what I have planned for you.” He tightens his grip on your throat, stifling your breath for a moment before smiling deliciously and letting go, stepping away from you entirely.

You place your own hand around your throat in an effort to soothe your irritated skin, watching him make his way over to his desk as he shrugs out of his blazer.

“Masochism is a funny thing,” he starts, gently folding his jacket before placing it over the back of the chair. “I would have pegged you as a sadist for what brought you in here, but I understand that women are complicated creatures. They have layers and facets to them they aren’t prepared to show everybody.” He loosens his tie and slides it out from around his collar. “You weren’t ready to show me who you were until now, and I can respect that, but you could have just told me what you wanted without bringing Sarah into all this. She’ll heal, sure, but because of what you did, I have to keep up appearances so that none of the other girls get any ideas.”

He starts to wrap his tie around his hand, leaving it to dangle loosely around his wrist. “I had you lock the door because I know they might start to listen in on us once you start screaming.” He nonchalantly points to the door behind you, biting his bottom lip with a sly grin. He beckons you once more the way he did when you first walked into his office, only this time more intently.

Your body freezes for a split second as its alarm bells start to go off, that look in his eyes teetering between seductive and angry, almost vengeful as he points to a spot on the floor directly in front of him.

“Come here,” he orders.

You swallow hard and decide to go against your body’s own warning, walking over to the spot on the carpet he’s designated just for you. You’re not sure if you’re more scared or excited, maybe seventy percent excited, thirty percent scared, or was it the other way around? You can’t be sure.

“Lean over the chair.” His voice is cold and callous.

Jesus Christ, you can feel yourself start to soak through your panties already. Did he read every single paragraph of every single page in your case file? Had he picked your brain apart quickly enough to know exactly what you want? Or was he just like you, the other side of the same sick and twisted coin? You hold your breath as you look at him, lust flushing his cheeks as your stomach starts churning, the anticipation almost as painful as the cut on your face.

“Hands behind your back.”

You fold your arms behind you and turn towards the chair, slowly leaning forward as you rest your belly against the backrest.

“That’s a good girl,” he feathers his fingers down your arms, tracing little designs onto them before sliding his tie underneath them. The silk garment cools your skin as it surrounds your wrists once, twice, then three times before he finishes the circle with a tight little knot, tugging on it to make sure it won’t come loose. “See what happens when you obey?”

You close your eyes and hold your breath as he hooks his fingers beneath your shorts and underwear, pulling them down past your ass at an agonizing pace.

“Would you look at that?” You feel his fingers slide between your lips, gliding easily up toward your clit as your juices provide the perfect lubrication. “You’re all wet and we’ve barely even started. We’re gonna have to throw these out and get you some new ones.” He brushes your bud for a split second before pulling his hand back out, a suckling sound telling you that he’s sampling your flavor just before sliding your shorts the rest of the way down your thighs. “I can’t believe you’d ruin the nice things I’ve bought for you.”

SMACK!

You drop your head as his palm makes contact with your left ass cheek, a sharp twinge of pain forcing all the air out of your lungs.

SMACK!

He shows no mercy before he spanks your other cheek even harder than the left. “How does that feel, Princess?” He smooths his hand over your skin, keeping his touch light and delicate as the fine hair on your lower back stands on end. “I don’t hear any feedback yet, do I need to hit you a little harder?”

Instead of waiting for you to answer, he smacks your ass relentlessly without giving you any time to recover in between each strike as you begin to writhe beneath him. One right after another, five or six times with a force so powerful it seems to somehow grow exponentially. That pain he sends shooting up your spine rocks your body forward as your muscles tense and shake, contracting your hips to make them flush against the leather of the chair.

Your juices now run down your legs as your creamy center continues to swell, the flesh on your backside quickly becoming hot and raw. The sound of his skin colliding with yours is the only thing you can hear at this point, most of your energy spent trying to control your breathing as you wonder why you were stupid enough to believe he’d give you any time to recover from each blow.

“Blue, please!” You cry out, tears finally welling up in your eyes as the sting sinks deep into your muscles. You want him to continue, to bring your body to the brink of collapse, but don’t know if you'll be able to sit down tomorrow if he keeps this up.

“Please, what? You want me to stop?”

You shake your head. “No.”

He shifts his weight and stands directly behind you, placing both hands on your hips before spreading your cheeks wide open. “You should really see yourself right now, Princess. You’re so fucking red, I mean, one more spanking and I think I just might break the skin.” He pauses, the expression on his face a mere mystery to you. “Now, what were you saying, again? ‘Please Blue, what’?” He bends over and wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing as tightly as he can without cutting off your pulse or crushing your windpipe. “You want me to fuck you, is that it?”

You nod with a frustrated groan, feeling his hardened cock press against your chapped cheeks through his strained dress pants.

“You think that’s what this is about?” He whispers against your face, sliding his fingers up and down your dripping wet length before massaging your clit with impeccable precision. “This is supposed to be a punishment, sweetheart, not a reward.” He rubs your bud up and down, increasing his pressure with each blissful stroke. “So I’ll tell you what… you ask me real nice, and I’ll fuck you, but you don’t get to come.”

You moan as he kisses your temple, legs and arms quaking as he holds your top half up by your throat.

“I think that’s punishment enough, don’t you?” He pulls his fingers back and slips them inside your entrance, just barely reaching that bundle of nerves as you start to squirm.

“Mm-Hmm,” you whisper, hopelessly pushing your hips back against his hand to get some leverage.

“Well? I’m waiting,” he prompts.

“Please Blue, will you fuck me?” You’ve never had to beg for sex before, the idea always sounding too degrading on so many levels, but you wanted him, hell, you needed him; and you’d do anything to get what you wanted right now. “Please?” You beg.

“Now, that’s more like it.” Blue kisses your cheek before letting go of your throat and unzipping his pants. He leaves you without the comfort of his body heat as the cold air in his office suddenly chills the excoriated skin on your cheeks, shaking you to your core. “See how easy that was?”

He grabs hold of your hips and forcefully pushes himself inside without warning, shocking your nervous system even more than before. He groans to himself as he bottoms out, humming more of that song he was singing earlier as his balls brush rhythmically against your clit. He pulls out just a little bit, snaking one hand up to your silken restraint as he pushes inside again, pulling you into him like reins on a horse.

The burn from his freshly grown out stubble scrapes against your fragile skin, causing your arousal to drip down both of your thighs as he pulls out farther, pushing back in deeper and faster each time. He rides into you like this for the entirety of the song he sings, something about ‘My Way’ as the words spout in and out of his mouth with “fuck” and “Jesus Christ” sputtering in between each verse and chorus.

You can feel your muscles clench down around his cock, pulsating as he enters you repeatedly, his hips snapping into you as both of your breaths begin to hitch. “I told you not to come,” he grumbles.

“Okay!” You gasp as he leans over you, pulling your wrists back far enough to strain your chest and shoulders as he desperately fucks into you, his pace increasing drastically with each tormenting thrust.

You hold your breath and try not to climax, doing your best not to focus on the sensation the head of his cock sends into your core each time it hits that special spot. You try not to think about how good it feels to be filled up completely and stretched out by something other than your own two fingers for the first time in months, or how the sound of his voice and the smell of his sweat had almost already sent you over the edge entirely.

“Oh my God!” Blue releases his hold on you and pulls out suddenly, depriving you of feeling him twitch and spasm inside your walls as he coats your back and arms with his orgasm. His white hot fluid shoots out onto your skin as he moans and growls, the girth of his shaft slowly gliding between your ass cheeks as his balls tighten with his release.

“Good job, Princess.” He smacks your ass one more time for good measure, untying your wrists from their bond before setting his tie on the chair next to his jacket. “Consider yourself punished.”

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[melodygatesauthor]

The Blue Pill - Coming 04/15/2023

Blue Jones X f!Reader

(Reader's skin tone is not represented in the images in the moodboard. Reader is not race coded.)

Hello all!

I'm so excited to announce my upcoming chaptered series. This is another series that will be beta-read by my dear @welcometostayingawake.

The release date of 04/08/2023 is a goal, if the release date needs to be pushed out I will notify everyone.

Summary and tags below the cut:

Summary:

This isn't the first nightmare you've had, of course not, but it's the most vivid, and the most terrifying. You're awake, lying on a wrought iron bed staring up at a dark and dingy ceiling. The humming of a fluorescent light is buzzing overhead. You're terrified, and unsure of where you are. When you sit up, and take note of your surroundings, you feel a sense of dread, pain, and suffering.

The door won't budge, no matter how hard you tug on it. There's nothing you can do to get out. Then he shows up, bringing with him a sense of relief, comfort, and calm. You know that he can wake you up, that he can rid you of your nightmares. All it takes is one little blue pill, and you're in paradise.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Blue Jones should be a warning in itself, mentions of rape, non-con elements, non-con, extremely dubious consent, medical fantasy, drug use in a medical setting, coercion, power imbalance, drugged sex, medical inaccuracies (did my best though), mental illness, romance (if you squint), sex, rough sex, p in v creampie, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, mentions of self harm, copious amounts of sex, Blue does and says gross things, possessive Blue, manipulation, physical abuse, takes place in 1950s/1960s DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

I'm sure there are some tags I'm missing, please just read at own risk! You know what you are emotionally and mentally capable of reading and if it makes you uncomfortable please do not read. There are other fics. This fic is going to be pretty messed up, and I'm not holding back so reader beware. This is the only time I'm going to say it.

TAGLIST (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed): @y0urvalent1ne, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction, @my-secret-shame, @ninebluehearts, @steven-grants-world, @gay4magneto, @midgardian-witch, @loki-hargreeves, @kittyofalltrades, @welcometostayingawake, @360iris, @thatmomwitchfriend, @abbessolute, @campingwiththecharmings, @romanarose, @grumpyahjumma, @moonknightly, @pimosworld, @purplefancybitch, @in-between-the-cafes, @saraicus, @blue-jones-simp, @caloetta, @flordelalunas, @hausofwhores, @the-queen-of-fools, @lunar-ghoulie, @justmaragudytha

[st4rymoon]

𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

.ᐟ 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘺 .ᐟ 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 .ᐟ 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘢 .ᐟ 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 .ᐟ

→ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 • 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘴 • 𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘖'𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘢

- 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙮

- 𝘿𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨

- 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙤 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖

- 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨

[pimosworld]

Sorry I am going to send you like 500 asks <3

💌 with my boy Blue? (maybe some smut/fluff?)

Pairing- Blue Jones x reader

Summary- Blue likes to dress up his dolls

CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Dom Blue, Sub reader, pet names, owning, Male masturbation, Cum play, Cum eating, established relationship

WK-1.3k

A/N- I don’t know what (came) over me. Don’t look at me. Blue is a little ooc because he’s relatively nice in this and obsessive of course. I haven’t written for blue in so long and this was fun.

Dress you up

“Spin for me doll.” Blues sultry voice cuts over the low jazz music in the den playing on the record as you model another outfit for him. Your legs wobble a little in the heels that you aren’t used to wearing and the red lace top is a little scratchy on your skin. The black frilly bottoms just barely cover your ass

  The only thing giving you a boost of confidence is the way he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you. He’s sat lazily in the leather chair, legs spread as he palms his growing bulge over his slacks. 

  “Mmmm…I don’t know about this one.” He says as he watches your face drop in embarrassment. “No honey it’s not you, you look amazing as always. It’s just.” He gestures up and down your body. “This doesn’t suit you.” 

  You didn’t exactly know what he was looking for when he had you parade around in the various outfits he’d got you for his valentines gift. You were never one to disappoint so it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide your anxiety building inside as you stripped down. Piece by piece, one after the other. As exciting as it was in the beginning, you just wanted him to give you that look. The one that said you’d done a good job for him. 

  “There’s one more in the bag sweetheart.” His smile widens as you obediently pull the straps down on your top. Undressing in front of his eyes like he instructed earlier. “I have a feeling that one is gonna be the winner.” You could tell this was all a game for him. It always was and he played you like a fiddle. It didn’t matter what he said or did, you would do whatever it took to make him happy. A part of you realized throughout your relationship how much you craved the innocence and the control he had over you. You’ve lost a small part of yourself to the notion that playing dumb for him makes you look weak to others. Right now you don’t really care because he’s weak for you. 

  You slowly step out of the high heels to steady your footing. You glance up at him for approval but all you see are the black of his eyes as he takes in your top less appearance. Your panties come off next as you hear the distinct sound of the clink in his belt. He tsks under his breath when you lean into the bag. “Turn around.” A slight lilt in his voice, not quite a warning but a reminder that you forgot one of the rules. 

  “Sorry.” Your voice comes out a little ashamed at your mishap. 

  “Nothing to be sorry for baby, we all make mistakes.” 

  Your back is to him as you lean forward pulling the royal blue teddy from the bag. The front splits into a v and ties around your neck like a collar. He lets you pause, mesmerized for a moment as you play with the silky fabric between your fingers. “It feels nice doesn’t it?” You nod in agreement even though he can’t see your face. “That’s how you feel to me sweetheart.” 

  Your body is flush with heat at the compliment. He was nice but never this vocal about it. Something about him tonight was different than you’ve ever seen him. Like he was intoxicated by you alone. 

  It takes you a moment to work out the straps and ties but you finally manage to get it on. You can hear behind you the life sounds of his hand working himself over his cock as he groans under his breath. You don’t even know if he can tell how hard he’s breathing or the leather creaking under the weight of his movements. 

  Your eye catches something else in the bag, blue matching the teddy and a sparkle in the light. You pull out a matching thing with his name on the back in diamond letters. It’s cold to the touch and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin at the prospect of how it will feel to bear his name. He wants to own you. 

  It’s surprisingly comfortable given the lack of material as you pull it up your thighs. You turn to face him a little flustered at the sight in front of you. The front of the fabric is already soaked as you try to tear your eyes away from the wet slap of his hand gripping himself, you can tell it’s too tight as he staves off his release. “Jesus Christ doll…you’re a sight.” His voice breaks a little at the end and he clears his throat to regain some composure but you both know he’s already too far gone. 

  “Crawl.” An instant command, a stitch of control still in his grasp. You take a moment too long to obey as his eyes twitch up in annoyance. You wince a little as you drop to your knees and you don’t miss the way his breath hisses in excitement at the look in your eyes. He swallows hard and fiddles with the buttons of his shirt with his free hand. 

  His hips lift off the chair as you approach on hand and knees like a cat in heat. You can tell when he’s close and you don’t know how he’s managed to hold off for this long. A trickle of sweat down your back to match the one trailing down his face. He bites down hard on his juicy lips trying to elicit some pain to keep his mind off the sight of you, a picture he’ll paint on the nights when he’s alone. You on your knees for him, with his name in so many ways adorning your body. 

  He stands abruptly when you’re finally between his thighs. He’s never let himself look a mess in front of anyone but you. The way his hair is out of place, his makeup running down his face and his pants around his ankles. 

  You want to reach out and touch him, his shirt splayed open  revealing his soft belly. His boxers pulled down slightly exposing his thick thighs and his hard cock in your face makes your mouth water. On any other night he’d have you choking him down while you spluttered and coughed, spit and cum dripping down your face while he called you his ‘good girl’. Right now you know he wants something else and you wouldn’t dare disrespect his wishes. 

  He takes his strong hand, caressing the back of your head gentler than his body lets on and for that you’re grateful. He’s all incoherent babbles as he looks down upon you with a carnal gleam in his eyes. “I’m gonna paint you like a portrait honey.” He grits out between his teeth as he fists his cock in your face. 

  “You’ll ruin the outfit.” You say regrettably and you know he’s taking mercy on you tonight. 

  His hand comes to your throat as a warning, squeezing slightly. “I’ll ruin it because I bought it.” A glimpse of the real blue cuts in. It's Pavlovian the way you rub your thighs together at the dominant, cruel side of him. 

  He lets you go as you suck in a breath of air, just as he releases himself. He’s panting above you as his come paints your face and your chest. A desperate whine you’re not sure you’ve heard before leaves his lips as hot ropes of his spend drip into the silky fabric. His fingers smear it up your chest as he admires his work. Tapping your lips gently as he catches his breath. “Open.” You quickly oblige as you swirl your tongue around his fingers tasting the salty remnants in your mouth. His free hand undoes the bow in front holding it all together. 

  He gently cleans you off with the silk teddy leaving you in just the thong adorning his name.

  “You’re perfect…and you’re all mine.”

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