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One Step at a Time

Blue Jones x Reader

Does he take good care of you?

Does he care about you?

Does he love you?

Or rather does he even like you?

You felt like he was more like a wolf, protecting his territory than loving you.

And that revelation hit you like a cold bucket of water, the same the other girls just poured all over you.

He saw it all, everything, he heard everything they said to you and yet, did nothing. Took another drag from his cigar and moved on as if nothing had happened.

You stood there like a fool.

The man you claimed to love, the man you claimed loved you back, did nothing as you were humiliated in front of everyone. 

You felt like a fool because you were one.

What did he expect? That you would stand up for yourself? He knew you couldn't do that. 

What did you expect? To kick them out? You knew he wouldn't do that.

So, you took a deep breath and just left. 

You walked right out of the place, not just the room. And you headed home.

Well, home was an understatement, a shitty apartment without any heating is all you had.

You really needed to think and dry.

It was nice that your place was waiting for you, exactly the same as you left it many months ago.

You started off as a dancer, but you caught Blue's eyes and he no longer allowed you on shows, only private ones for him.

You would say that is how your relationship with him started. But what exactly was your relationship? You weren't so sure anymore.

"You are mine, Doll." he would say, all the time. And yet, you felt so betrayed. 

You were happy by his side, finally having a place, and a person to belong to was nice.

You were such a fool.

After changing clothes, you headed to bed. 

Part of you expected Blue to come looking for you, so that part was very disappointed when he didn't. The other part however knew he would never come, that he didn't care so why would he?

He said big words to you, claiming he loved you but you always had that dark thought in the back of your head that it was simply not true.

That dark thought was now very pleased with itself, it was right.

Every time he called you 'My Love' 'My Beauty' or 'Gorgeous', he only did so you wouldn't leave. He liked your dance, but that's it.

You needed food, but you were too tired to get up early. So, you slept in and only left later in the morning when you were really hungry.

You got something very cheap before returning home. 

You were shocked to find just the man standing in front of your door, knocking. For a moment you thought you might just hide or run, but he noticed you.

"Doll, there you are." he started to walk towards you and you had an idea, you will walk past him and then get into your apartment before he can react.

Hopefully.

Of course, you fumbled with the keys after walking past him and dropped the keys by the door, damn him and his quick reflexes as he picked it up before you could. 

You just took them from him and opened the door, you tried to close it behind you but failed as he was closely following. 

"Why are you here and not home?" he suddenly asked as he kicked the door closed and you set down the groceries you got. 

You didn't answer just gave him a look before starting with your coffee.

"I asked a question, Doll. I will require an answer."

"Why do you need a reply?" you turned and looked at him.

"Because I asked you something, I require an answer."

"Okay, so, you come here after what happened yesterday and ask me why I'm not home? Home?! Do you mean where they would just allow me to be disrespected? You told me I cannot touch 'your girls' but aparently it is perfectly fine for them to just dump ice-cold water all over me? And you say nothing about it. I want you out of this apartment and out of my life, Mr Jones."

"Don't be silly, Girl, you are my miracle." he put his hands out as if expecting you to run in and hug him.

"Do I look as if I'm joking? You have no idea the shit they put me through. Day in and day out, tripping me, closing doors on me, one time they fucking locked me into the practice room for two hours. And I do nothing because I'm an obedient little doll... So, if I can't do anything about it to them, I'll do it to you. I left and now I want you to leave." the smile quickly left his face as he was now frowning. 

"I never knew what they were doing." you laughed.

"Bullshit. You knew exactly why they always giggled, you knew exactly because I saw your eyes when you saw me yesterday. I looked into your eyes and I saw nothing. You don't give a fuck about me, so why should I care about you? You can go back to your little dolls and have your fun. I'm done." the way he looked at you, it honestly scared you but you tried not to show it, probably failed miserably, but you tried. "Or you can kill me right here because I'm not going back unless there are changes made. I will not live like that anymore."

"I will not let you go, but I can't punish the dolls, they will lose business if they are not happy and if they lose business so do I."

"Sounds like you have to decide if your dolls are more important or me. And I already know you will choose them because they bring you money while I just spend it. So, do us both a favour and just leave now."

"You speak very low of me, Sweets. You are My Doll, and yes the dolls bring me money, so you can spend it."

"I don't want your money, everything I had you bought me, I never asked for them. I just want you, not your money, not your dolls. But you don't want me so-"

"I do want you." his voice was dangerous. You knew this voice it was the '5 seconds before yelling' voice.

"You want me, but when they hurt me you don't do anything. And yet when they talked badly about you, I stood up for you. Why can't you do the same for me?"

"As I said, if I punish them, they won't work."

"So, you just let them do all that shit to me?"

"No. I know I shouldn't but..."

"You have to leave, think about it, and once you decided that your dolls are more important, don't come back."

It was strange how easily he left. Closing the door behind himself.

It broke your heart, and you were sure you will cry for a long time. But this was for the best.

You couldn't live like this any longer. Being bullied, called a whore and made fun of. Being laughed at all day fucked up your mind really bad.

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You didn't see Blue for weeks after that, you were sure he made his decision and that he didn't disappoint, choosing the dancers over you.  

You started to get comfortable with your regular old life. You even managed to start a new job at the grocery store, the old lady who owned it said she needed help and a nice cashier like you would help her business.

And even if you were doing well in the outsider's eye. On the inside, you were in deep deep pain.

One could say that this was only a couple months old relationship, but the promises, the expectations you had for this man were high.

He promised a better life, he promised love and he promised himself.

How many times did he buy you jewellery and you told him you don't need it because you already have him? Too many.

How many times you told him you don't need anything else but him? Too many.

You thought you proved that you wanted nothing more than to be his equal. Someone who will stay by his side while he stays by yours.

But now it was all over.

All gone because he didn't love you the way you loved him.

And it still hurt. Not only how he betrayed you but also how stupid you were that you believed a man like him would want anything serious from you.

You were a fool.

A fool who fell for a man who would never love them back.

Even with your new life, and your new job, you found yourself thinking about him.

You couldn't wait for all of this to pass so you can finally move on.

Or so you thought.

You stopped in your tracks as you saw him in front of your door, you nearly dropped all the groceries. 

This all felt way too familiar.

Even the way he turned to look at you. If you didn't know better you'd say you have gone mad. But he was wearing a different suit.

You tried to be confident as you walked over to him.

"How can I help you?"

"Can we talk?" and you nodded.

His voice, calm, collected, and determined. 

You will not allow your heart to come up scenarios, with things he might say. You let him inside as you again, headed for your kitchen to put everything away.

"I was waiting for over an hour." he said.

"I was at work." you said as you put the milk into the fridge. 

"Work?"

"Yes, work. Let me put this away and we can talk in the living room. Do you want a coffee?"

"Sure." he said as he walked to your living room.

You made him a coffee, just the way he liked it, milky with a lot of foam. 

You sat down next to him on the couch, putting the mug in front of him.

"You have to come back to me. I haven't been sleeping well, I can't even sleep without you anymore, Y/N. You don't have to dance for me, I don't even need that anymore, just please, come back okay? I will be better I promise. I will, I really mean it."

"How can I believe you? You watched them do so many things and did nothing."

"I replaced them. The last time I was here, I went back and fired them all, threw them all out and whoever was left, was clearly let known that they cannot treat My Doll, the way they did."

You looked into his eyes, now he was known for lying and deceiving people, never you, but others. So, you tried to look for any clues in his eyes but found nothing.

Could he be telling the truth? Did he really stand up for you?

"How can I know its true?"

"Come and see for yourself! I-I yes! I can show you that way, come and see. They will respect you!"

"I have work tomorrow."

"At night?"

"No."

"Then I'll come and pick you up after work. Where do you work? Sweetheart, I really am trying to show you that I do love you and that everything I said was not empty words! I meant everything. So, would you give me the opportunity to prove it to you?"

You took a deep breath before looking at him.

"Please?" he tried again.

"I work at a store near the train station closest to here. Come at pick me up at 4pm. If you are not there or in front of this house, I never want to see you again."

"I'll be there."

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And to your surprise, he was. You watched as the car arrived 15 minutes early, the lady you worked for even noticed it.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she asked as she watched Blue get out of the car.

"He is, but-" before you could finish she was already inviting him in after she introduced herself. 

You could only shake your head. 

"She can finish earlier if she has a date." you heard her explain as she basically dragged Blue into the store. "Yes, Y/N, go ahead and get your things. I will close it all up."

"Are you sure? I really can stay, it's okay."

"Oh, Sweetheart when you have a man this handsome waiting for you, you can go earlier, I don't mind, really."

You quickly thanked her before you gathered your bag and left with Blue, standing in front of the store, you turned to him as he pulled out a cigar and lit it.

"I was thinking since the show won't start until 6pm. We can go and eat something together. Italian?"

"Sure." you headed for the car and he opened the door for you.

After dinner, you two made your way to what you really wanted to see. The girls were dancing, and customers enjoying the night as you made your way backstage.

"One for My Doll and one for me." Blue told the staff and they immediately knew he meant drinks and what they needed to get. 

You did notice the change in staff, you barely recognized anyone. Vera was the only one who made her way over to you, smiling as she said how happy she was to see you back.

Overall, the entire feeling of the place felt different. You felt as if you were a person of status, not the dirty secret of the boss.

Your drink was better each time they gave it to you. Blue only smiled and chuckled as you got more and more tipsy. 

You really shouldn't be drinking, you might do something not right but you just couldn't stop as each cocktail was so delicious. You couldn't taste any alcohol but you surely felt it as it got to your head.

"I'm still mad at you. Just so you know. You should have done this from the beginning, then I wouldn't have left." he got your hand from the table, lifting it to his lips as he placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"My Love, I am deeply sorry. What else can I do to make you forgive me?"

"Now, I know what you mean. But I want a romantic dinner, flowers and after, we take a bath together. I just want to spend time with you."

"That can be very easily arranged, My Doll. And after I give you a bath..."

"If you are good." you said pointing at him.

"Of course." he smirked, and you both knew, he cannot be good.

You smiled as someone put a bowl of chips in front of you, your favourite kind.

You happily munched on it while Blue just watched you.

He regretted every day ever since that he didn't stand up for you. He greatly missed you when you were gone, but he knew he had to fix this before he gets you back.

But now, you were here, where you belonged.

"Oh, and I'll keep my job so arrange a car, or don't I can take the bus. I like working there."

Later he will have more questions regarding that, but for now, he decided to take everything one step at a time.

Having you back and making you forgive him was the first one on his list.

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Possessive Blue Jones hc's?? ❤

HERE YOU GO ANON!! Sorry if it took me so long to respond to your ask. This is my first time to have Blue Jones request in my inbox and I hoped that you liked it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

(the blue jones that I used in my headcanon is the one in babydoll's fantasy world and i dont, in any way, condone and tolerate blue jones' actions)

Blue controls you all the time (what you wear on your show, what you perform, what time you go out of his office). He's always in track of your moves and location because he has his eyes on you everywhere in the brothel. And when you go against his orders, he would give you time to rethink your actions before punishing you.

Whenever you exceed your limits, he'd lock you up in a dark and cold room for one-three days until you became crazy that you will start begging for him to come back and to not leave you alone again.

Blue wants you to realize how dependent you are on him and you can’t live without him.

Blue will always demand a private show before your performance became available to the public’s eye.

Before you go on stage, he always reminds you to only look at him in his eyes the whole time .

You are off-limits from being touched or fucked by anyone, blue will always make sure of that.

He is always so proud whenever the patrons of the club cheer for you and the thought of them not being able to reach or touch you boosts his pleasure.

But when someone from the crowd became overhyped or had too much drink that they go beyond their limits and touched you, blue will shoot them by himself because to him, you're a luxury. no one should touch you other than him.

He loves to lock you up in his office after you performed because he doesn't want anyone to see you, not even the other girls and the other staff.

He loves to rail you so hard on his office table and put love marks on your thighs and neck so that whenever you sing or dance, the audience will see that you are marked up.

Blue loves it whenever you say "I'm yours" as your lips brushes with his.

Whenever Blue became too heated up, he'd say this to remind you of your place: "You're my toy, my perfect little toy. I own you. You won't survive out there, out of this brothel because you're nothing without me. I gave you purpose. Do you understand?"

+++ bonus (unhinged)

When Blue gets too jealous, he would choke you or point his gun at you to prove who's in control and because he loves to see you cry. He loves to see you reliant, vulnerable, and damaged. To him at your worst, you are his perfect masterpiece.

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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

-> OCT. 19 : SOMNOPHILIA

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Blue is his own warning. Exhibitionism, dub-con themes, power imbalance, p in v sex

WC: 1042

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The fingertips pressed into the bone of your jaw make your face ache, Blue’s kisses heavy against your swollen lips. He groans out softly, pressing his body weight against you to keep you up against the storage cupboard door.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours and letting out a shaky breath, “I missed that feeling…”

You nod weakly, cheeks pink. Blue’s shifts had been insane since the latest patient was institutionalised. Their outbursts and tendency for violence meant Blue was always on call to help out should they act out. You were beginning to get sick of the tannoy, repeatedly calling out ‘Orderly Blue Jones to ward seven’.

“I miss you,” you admit weakly, your fingers gripping at his white doctor's coat as Blue’s other hand slipped behind your back and squeezed the flesh of your ass. “I want to see you more than this.”

“Mhmm…” he hums, clearly thinking to himself as he gives your ass a gentle pat, “I think I could come up with something. Slip into the ward during lights out…?”

You stare up at Blue through your lashes, staring with wide eyes as your heart flutters. He’d risk his job to see you? Just for you?

He’s smirking, seeing that twinkle in your eyes and the hope written across your expression. With a firm nod, and a squeeze of your cheeks so your lips pursed, he confirmed it.

“I’ll come and see you tonight.” He isn’t asking, he’s telling you, in that voice that makes your stomach do somersaults. You nod quickly, leaning in to give him another kiss but he doesn’t let you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I expect you with no underwear, sweetness.”

“Yes, Orderly Blue,” you mumble, words distorted slightly by the grip he has on your face. He smirks wider, the flash of his white teeth and the crinkles by his eyes make your heart ache, already excited for when he snuck into the ward and had his hands all over you.

“Good girl.”

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It was late. Very late. Hours since lights out, and you were utterly exhausted. You’d slipped your underwear off under the covers of your anti-suffocation blanket, and settled into the covers expecting to still be awake when he arrived, but the time passed so slowly, and your eyelids were so heavy…

You were woken by a delicious stretch in your cunt, your thighs spread open wide. You let out a whine as your rouse, a palm quickly covering your mouth making your eyes snap wide open.

You barely have any time to figure out what was happening until the intrusion rubs against your g-spot, making you sigh against the palm that had muffled your moans. It was Blue. He’s slowly sinking his cock inside of you, his jaw slack as he watches you arch your back for him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, making sure to keep his voice down to ensure he doesn’t wake those in the beds beside you, “Been playing with your body for half an hour. You’re so responsive, even when you’re asleep.”

His voice is teasing, even in it’s hushed state as he eases his cock in deep enough to bottom out. You whimper, crying so hard to be quiet as his words spark a wave of arousal in your abdomen.

“You make the prettiest noises when I play with your nipples, sweetness. Pretty sure you moaned my name in your sleep,” he sounds so smug, that ever present smirk playing on his lips as he slowly pulls out of your aching cunt, only to push right back in. It stretches you deliciously, making your back arch against the covers and tears well in your eyes.

“That’s it baby, mhmmm… Taking my cock so good. Ahh- shhh,” he hushes you softly as you let out a moan as his pubic bone catches your clit just right. His free hand holds the crown of your head, practically pushing you down onto his cock and forcing you to take him deeper.

It’s fucking filthy, Blue taking you like this among your sleeping inmates. But the filthiness, the surprise of it all just makes you even hornier. He’s been teasing you while you slept, and you can already feel your body building towards an orgasm despite only being awake a few moments.

“Hah, fuck, just like that,” he whispered, pushing his forehead against yours as he slowwwly sinks back into your soaking cunt. You can hear it, the wet noise as he pushes all the way back in. His exhaled are shaky, eyes squeezed shut as he enjoys the way your walls flutter around his dick.

“Mhmmph-“ you hum with bliss against the force of his palm, arching your hips up to meet his slow thrusts in an attempt to take him impossibly deeper. You ache slightly, but you like that feeling. Like the way you’ll wake up in the morning remembering the way Blue was pressed up against your cervix, a memory you’d both share with the eye contact you’d give him when he gave you your medication tomorrow.

Blue sinks deep inside you once again, but instead of pulling out entirely, he rocks slightly, over and over again. The head of his cock is rubbing back and forth against your g-spot, driving you insane as your toes curl and your fingers grab at the sheets beneath you. You can feel it building rapidly, up and up and up until- holy fuck.

It obliterates you. Weeks without his touch, weeks without his cock has you cumming so obscenely hard, he has to be quick to cover your mouth with both hands before you let out the most pathetic, high pitched whine of relief.

“F-Fuck,” Blue grits his teeth, his hips stuttering as his cums inside you, coating your fluttering walls. He doesn’t stop, rocking into you throughout his orgasm, even when he winces with overstimulation.

When he finally stops, inhaling deeply to catch his breath, you stare up at him, in a daze from how good he just fucked you.

“… I’ll come and see you tomorrow night too,” Blue speaks quietly, seemingly deciding for the both of you. You only have the energy to nod weakly, cock drunk and blissed out.

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The eyeliner.

paring: sub! Blue Jones x fem! dom! reader

warnings: sub/dom dynamic but nothing explicit, mommy kink.

a/n: Blue is a bratty sub and a little bitch. self indulgent? self indulgent.

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"Tsk, tsk" you clicked your tongue in mock annoyance. You were sitting on his lap, straddling him, eyeliner loosely dangling between your fingers.

He protested and didn't let you touch his face and do his eyeliner. You knew deep down, he wanted to be controlled, he wanted someone—you to break him, he wanted to be at your complete mercy.

Without any warning, you grabbed his jaw harshly with your thumb and index fingers, forcing him to meet your eyes. A simple act, reminding him of his place.

His eyes blinked slowly. He looked at you under half lidded eyes. You were a siren—calm, powerfully alluring like a siren, casting your spell on him.

"Be a good little slut and behave" you said with a tiny smirk on your lips, caressing his cheek bone with you thumb in teasing tone, still holding his face.

You didn't even touch his cock, but you already felt his cock getting harder in his pants. That was the effect you had on him. He restrained the moan threatening to escape his escape. You had him exactly where he wanted.

He didn't know how you do it, but only with you, he was a complete puddle—a pathetic mess. He yearned to please you, to hear you please him. He craved it like his personal drug.

He let out a whimper, when you roughly turned his face to your right so you could get easy access to his eye. You began to draw a thick black streak on his left eyelid, starting above his inner canthus extending out.

"Perfect"

God, he desparately wanted..needed that praise to be about him. His clenched his fists. He wasn't allowed to touch you without your permission.

You have to earn it.

You had ordered him earlier.

"The eyeliner, I mean. Not you, baby" you cooed.

His eyes closed at the petname. He pathetically and desparately craved to please you.

You watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. You turned his face to the other side and did the same to his other eyelid. "That wasn't so hard, was it, Blue?"

He groaned when you called him by his name.

You chuckled teasingly. "What, babyboy?"

His breath hitched in his throat, his cock throbbed, straining painfully against his pants.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you" without a trace of smile on your face, you parted his lips with your thumb, your voice devoid of the previous teasing tone.

"No, no" he choked out.

"What was that?"

A warning.

"No, mommy. That wasn't hard" he sighed in content, letting a new wave of pleasure wash over him as those words escaped his lips.

You patted his cheek softly, "That's my good boy."

There it was.

You rewarded him, only after making him work for it.

Another groan escaped his throat. The way you moved him, touched him, ordered him— he was under your spell.

He would do anything for you, he would let you break him down deliciously. He would let you drown him in the ocean if you wished to. After all, he was yours to take and ruin.

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Monsters Together

Blue Jones x Tomboy?/Boyish/Short hair/reader

But you can just skip like the first 2 paragraphs if this isn't you

"Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth."

Summary:

Y/N L/N was never one to fit it, always questioning Blues motives and ways in exchange for her own money. Every month they would meet, y/n would g9vr Blue money and Blue would treat his girls.with respect. But what happens when they slowly look forward to these meetings?

This is 100% self endulging fan fiction

Slight illusions to sex toys, not acutal smut tho

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

Y/n didn't fit into the gender norms of her society.

In the 1950s a woman having short hair and dressing almost exclusively in suits was absurd, and made Blue detest her.

She was everything Blue hated in a woman, she talked back, never wore anything revealing and never gave into his charms. Her hair wasn't even glamoires, it was cut like a man's, god knows here she got it done.

She was also a 'feminist' meaning she belived in women's rights witch was BAD for Blues buisness, not that he wasn't totally against the idea..he just really likes the money it brings him.

However she was incredibly wealthy, and that did attract Blue, so they made a deal.

He treats the girls nicer, and he receives monthly funding from Y/n.

The exchanges were short and snappy. Blue having a go at Y/ns 'masculine' qualities and y/n pointing out Blues messed up the past and how she shouldn't even be doing business with 'scum like him'.

But it didn't take long for Blue to look forward to these monthly meetings.

He would never admit it but he enjoyed the back and forth banger the two shared and he admired the way y/n looked.

Not many women could pull off short hair but he had to admit it she did it, and she did it well.

All of Blues hatred for the women went away one day, 23rd April and he remembers it clear as day.

She walked in surrounded by his goons as per usual, wearing her suit as per usual but she lacked her usual..pettiness.

To say Blue was shocked when she didn't make a passing comment on being escorted around by security would be an understatement.Instead she just sat there, reaching for the money and slamming it on his desk. Blue looks at the money and y/n, she only gives a nod before walking off.

"Wait"

Blue reaches for the money, flicking it between his fingers, Y/n looks annoyed that Blue called her back.

"What"

Her jaw is clenched and fists balled up, she makes eye contact with Blue and he places the money on his desk, giving it a slight pat before walking over towards a distraught looking y/n.

"Really? No sly comments? Want to make fun out of my outfit? What is it to-"

"Blue just-i'm not in the mood today okay? You have your money and I haven't heard any reports from girls so we're good here yeah?"

Blue stands there speechless ad y/n opens the door and leaves, he's not entirely sure what his thought process was but before he knew it he was chasing her out of his office and down the stairs.

"Y/n! Just wait!"

"What Blue?"

Y/n didn't expect anyone else so she let the tears go she had been holding in for what has felt like hours.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing Blue..it's just my um.. Husband was found with another woman"

Blue couldn't understand?

Y/n is so confident, funny, sarcastic and had good looks why would anyone be in their right mind…

F

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C

K

This is when he knew he was in deep,

but messed with the realisation was anger,

And Blue knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Sorry to bother you y/n"

And he simply walked off, not before muttering to one of his goons

"Find her Husband and bring him to me by tonight, if you don't i'll kill you too"

The poor guy gave a timid nod before running in the same way y/n exited.

Blue was going to kill that man, and yes he was crazy but y/n doesn't need to know. Weird how seeing someone vulnerable can spark so many emotions. Maybe Boue should be working on that but now is not the time.

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

"Mr.Jones"

Blue sat at his desk, cigarette between his two fingers and feet propped up on the desk. He looked up at the poor boy he treated before, he simpleing noffs and gets up to close the blinds of his officers

Y/Ns Husband walks in, two guards grab his elbows as Blue closes the blinds, they leave him in the middle of the office before walling off and locking the door from the outside.

"Mr…"

Blue sits back down. He knew y/n had a husband but never got to talking about it with her. He waits for then man to respond, not looking in his eyes, he wants to save that for when he slits his throat

"None of your damn business…who are you? Why am I here? Did y/n send you?"

"Why would she send me?"

Blue thoughts went faster than they did on earth. Was y/n dirty? No, I mean she wanted the sweet innocent girl he would usually find attractive, but she had..

Morals

Or did she?

"Oh please,that women kills whoever looks at her wrong"

Blue sat there, speechless before coming to a realisation..if she was dirty, surely she would want the man dead there heard, Blue got up, moving his feet of his desk with grace and walked across the room, not bore keeping the guy in the chest, ge lets out a groan of pain and Blue simply smiled, he walked over and knocked on the door, the guard outside opens it and Blue whispers.

"Find me Y/n in the next two hours"

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

The Next few hours went by slow, but it was all worth it when Vlue sore Y/ns dace as she walked thought the door to find her Husband battery and beatin up, s sick smile grew on her face as she looked over at Blue who gave a wink.

Y/n would never admit it, but she always felt attracted to Blue, he had done some messed up stuff but once y/n looked past that she could see a glass of a halfway decent man, which is not what she wanted.

She wanted Blue to lay off the girls, give them fair pay and not abuse his power. She was afraid he was going soft, which lessened the attraction by a lot. The only reason she was with this scumbag on the floor is he had seen her kill his brother, so to keep him from tattling on her she gave him head every couple of days. She hated it though, she felt like nothing but ru girls that worked for Blue, she wanted to be in control in the relationship, and she was but not in the way she wanted.

In short y/n wanted a submissive man who was okay with murder and look exacly like Blue Jones, but she knew there was no way Blue wad sub in bed so she chose to keep dreaming.

All of this aside, y/n was hurt when she found her husband with another woman. Not because of what she sore but what he said.

"You really think I even cared? You forced me into this relationship! And no wonder you had to, no one will ever love you for who you are y/n! No one! You're a Monster!"

And now she was standing informed of hum, not a word was spoken as she looked at Blue and back down at her Husband.

"Was going to kill him for you.. but then I thought it would be a gentlemen thing to do, guns in my top draw sweetheart"

Y/n walked over to Blues desk, and slowly opens the draw, and there was a gun and a knife and some ropes and some-

Y/n quickly grabbed the gun and shut the door, not wanting to see what..contraptions Blue had in that drawer.

"You Bitch!"

The man helplessly shouted, y/n pointed the gun at him, she hesitated causing her to miss and hit his shoulder, he clutched it and made eye contact with his wife.

'No one..Will love you y/n..no-"

A gun fire was heard,but not from y/ns gone, she looked down at Blue, still sitting at his desk but the calm and sister expression he had was replaced with anger and pain, he shot the guy right in the head.

"Sorry sweetheart, I know I should have let you-"

"It's alright Blue, I don't think I could hear him yabber on any longer"

Blue laughs slights before turning in his chest to face the women, she had tears balling up in here eye, Blue knew not to pry but curiosity got the better of him

"It isn't true..what he said ya know"

Y/n shook her head and Blue placed the gun down to walk at her side. Y/n had never expected this sought of softness from a man right after they killed someone, but here he was. Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth.

Blue cupped her head with his hands and gave her a smile she never thought she was worthy of having.

"It isn't..okay..I should know"

Blue wiped the tears from her eyes and y/n closed them, she has never felt love like this before, and she loves it.

"I'm a monster Blue"

"Did he tell you that?"

Y/n nodded her head and Blues lips curled into a frown before pulling her in for a kiss.

It was nothing like either of them had experienced before. The love, pain and joy all pour into the way their lips move in sinq.

"Maybe..we could be monsters together"

"I'd like that"

"Me too"

[groovinrightalong]

Wouldn’t it be funny if season 5 starts with the supposed time skip and there’s established Byler? Like. Everyone’s debating how it’s gonna happen and how the buildup and the confession are gonna be emotion-packed. But then the first episode opens like their senior year or whatever in the midst of the apocalypse and they just casually smooch in the first five minutes of screen time.

Society would crumble. I, for one, would like to sit back and watch.

[mxlfoydraco]

yes i’m so happy crimson rivers is back and yes i’m a total wreck. best emotional beat up ever

[xgoldenlatiasx]

Images taken seconds before a murder

[haveihitanerve]

Me: *hugging my cowardly dog after she got spooked by a rat* dont worry darling, ripred cant hurt you. ill punch him in the face

[bat-fan-sa]

I was thinking about a Selkie!Zutara AU where Katara is a selkie and Zuko and his uncle just moved into this small, port town to open a tea shop. It’s kind of inspired by Song of the Sea, but mostly in it being a modern setting with no bending and the location being fairly cold, so the town gets some light snow.

Zuko still came from a bad homelife and is coping with his past trauma but is doing much better while working with his uncle and stuff. One day he goes to this secluded beach area just to have time for himself and to think, when he spots what looks to be a fur coat just laying behind some jagged rocks, semi-hidden in the sand. He notes its rather seal-looking pattern and is about to try and look for the owner when a shout catches his attention.

He looks over to the shoreline and just sees this bare ass naked woman straight up marching over to him, fuming, and before he can even fully process what the heck is happening-

She just socks him right in the face.

And promptly grabs back her seal coat while he’s still reeling over the hit. Once he’s gathered his bearing, he looks down to see her now wearing the coat and clutching it close to her body, glaring up at him in with malice and suspicion.

“Thought you could steal a selkie’s coat, did you?! Thought I’d just become your submissive, little housewife and have your pups, huh?! Jerk!”

And then she promptly turns on her heels and heads straight to the ocean, jumping in, and turning into her seal form to swim away. All while leaving poor Zuko to just stand there in confusion and dulled pain. Later he asks his uncle and some sailors what a selkie is and proceeds to come back the next time he sees her with some gifts of fish and tea as an apology to the offended selkie lady.

[bits-and-babs]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

-> OCT. 11 : SPANKING

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Blue is his own trigger warning. Punishment for disobedience, cumming untouched, degradation, exhibitionist vibes, non-con.

WC: 1064

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

“Everyone line up!” Orderly Blue Jones’ voice cuts through the quiet of the hallway, stirring your fellow inmates from the early morning haze. That weird suspension between reality and dreamland where you stare at a wall and think of nothing.

Slowly standing from your bed, the tiled flooring of the mental-institution is ice cold against the soles of your bare feet. It doesn’t help much with your inebriated state, induced by a heavy mix of intoxicating drugs that Orderly Blue ensured that you took every morning- as he was just about to do.

You weren’t even sure why he insisted upon issuing you medication. You weren’t like some of the trouble-making patients, flipping tables and throwing chess pieces at the heads of the orderlies. No, you got up when asked, went where required, and went to sleep without quarrel. Perhaps the medication was exactly why, making you far too tired to even attempt rebellion.

However, you were beginning to feel the stirrings of something close to revolt. Months of dealing with swimming vision and horrible, hangover-like symptoms, nausea and drooling in your sleep was starting to drive you even crazier than you were walking in here.

Watching Orderly Blue work his way up the line of women, issuing them their own white, paper cups filled to the brim with pills of all shapes and colours, you watch his routine. He hands it over, watching closely as the patient tips the medication into their mouth, swallowing the pills down. He issues the order for them to open their mouth and lift their tongue before clearing them and moving onto the next- which happened to be you.

Swallowing nervously, you keep your eyes firmly on Blue’s face as he steps in front of you, his heavy-lidded eyes scanning your expression before holding out your cup of medication. You eye it for a moment, delicately pinching it from Blue’s hand.

“Open up, Honey,” he hums, urging you on. You nod weakly, raising the paper cup to your lips. He’s watching so closely, dark eyes settled firmly on your mouth. It’s like a fire burns in those mahogany irises, hot and heavy, it sparks embers in your stomach.

Tipping the pills into your mouth so they settle on your tongue, you make a show of pretending to swallow them by tipping your head back.

“Swallow them, Sweetheart, that’s it,” he praises. Using the tip of your tongue, you swiftly push the pills up behind your lip over your back teeth, hoping it’s quick enough to get away with.

When you look back to Orderly Blue you’re caught completely off guard by his expression. It’s dark, brows pulled together as he stares into what feels like your soul.

“Oh Honey,” he coos cruelly, taking ahold of your chin in a tight grip that you’re sure will etch his fingerprints into your jaw, “You think I’m stupid, don’t you? Think I haven’t seen all this shit before? Open up.”

You shake your head now, refusing to follow instructions. Blue’s eyebrows shoot up now, taken aback by your sudden disregard for authority. “No? No?”

“No, I don’t want to.” You’re not sure where your bravery comes from, but you know almost instantly by the shadowy scowl that works its way onto Blue’s face that your new found courage is misplaced and ultimately short lived.

“The fuck did you say to me?” He asks, raising his voice. “Turn around. Hands on the bed frame. Now!” His cruel shout has you falling into submission almost instantly, whipping around on your bare heels and gripping the metal bed frame with a steel-like grip.

“Do you know what we do to disobedient girls?” He asks from behind you, whipping the skirt of your nightdress over your hips in front of the other patients, “We make an example of them.”

You don’t even have the time to turn and ask what the hell Blue Jones thinks he’s doing before his open palm comes down hard on your ass, catching you off guard and causing a yelp to tear from your lungs. It’s harsh, stinging almost instantly as Blue settles a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you down.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” He asks, voice cruel, “There’s more where that came from. Take the medication, Sweet Pea, or I’ll make sure you can’t sit-“

“No!” You call out with a whimper, attempting to fight his strength holding you down. It’s no use, he’s got you in a grip you can’t shake.

“Have it your way. I’ll count them out, shall I?” He sneers cruelly, and his palm collides with your supple flesh in a hard smack that bounces off the tiled walls. It makes you flinch and whimper, arousal working its way between your thighs. “One.”

Orderly Blue isn’t nice enough to settle your searing skin with a gentle rub of his fingertips, choosing instead to quickly follow up with another brutal spank. You gasp, balancing on your toes in a feeble, half hearted attempt to escape his punishment.

“Two.”

Heat prickles across your skin, noting the way the other patients are too doped up to even notice what the fucking is happening. It’s given Blue a power boost, being able to get away with this in front of others, and it results in an even harsher smack that has you moaning his name and your knees trembling.

“Blue-!”

“Three.”

“Hah-!” You wince, feeling his fingers settle against your raised, afflicted skin, almost as though he’s lining up his next shot. The sting surges your arousal, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to ease the swift, growing pressure in your clit.

“Four,” he preemptively counts, once again shocking you as he smacks his palm so harshly against your ass that you can feel it in your cunt, moaning loudly.

“Look at you,” he muses, fingers dipping to sweep the inside of your thigh, “So wet. You like being punished don’t you Sweet Pea?”

You sob out, wordlessly begging for him to continue. You’re almost certain that Blue is grinning with glee as he delivers the final blow, the impact itself bringing forth a spoiled orgasm with no friction against your clit that makes your knees buckle beneath you, slumping at the foot of the bed with a needy moan.

Blue stands above you with his hands on his hips as he smirks, watching you suffer.

“Five.”

END

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[wysteria-clad]

Dating Blue Jones headcanons:

gif credit

paring: sub! Blue Jones x fem! dom! reader; established relationship

warnings: consensual sex, dom/sub dynamic, sex toys, bondage, pegging, forced play, impact play, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, obsessive & possessive relationship

18+ only, minors dni

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- He thinks he is a hard dom but no, he is your bratty sub

- He is an absolute asshole to others, but his shit doesn't work with you.

- You immediately put him in his place calmly.

- No other woman has put him back in his place before.

- He is obsessed with you.

- He wouldn't submit immediately, he pushes your buttons with his cocky remarks and smirks, until you put him in his place exactly the way he secretly craves to be.

- After that he bends according to your will, still he is a brat and make you work for it. But his submission is so sweet and intoxicating, totally worth it.

- He is into degradation and humiliation like he is your fucktoy.

"Aww, big bad Blue can't get what he wants now, can he? hm?"

Watch him get all flustered and lips part agape as he gets turned on when you call him your little slut, bitchboy, fucktoy, boytoy.

- You make him beg, cry and humiliate him and he wants it, craves it and enjoys it.

- Has huge praise kink. He absolutely melts in your arms when you reward him and call him your good boy, babyboy, baby.

- Has mistress/ma'am/mommy kink

- As much as you punish him, you reward him generously—your little caresses on his head, gentle touches on his face, sweet kiss into his mouth, he sighs in content and absolute bliss. And on occasion, whether you are lying in bed and let him rest his head on your lap or when you are sitting on a chair and let him cling to you and rest his head against your legs while he is sitting on the floor, he melts into a puddle.

- He craves to please you, his mistress

- He is into impact play, whether you are slapping his face or spanking his ass throbbing and red, he gets so hard and groans in pleasure, his pre cum already starts leaking.

- Likes to meddle in consensual forceplay—you forcefully putting makeup on his face, him wearing outfits chosen by you, you forcefully turning him around to take him from behind with your strap on.

- Bondage kink. you tie him up to bed post, tease him until he is whimpering, pleading and his breath all hot and heavy.

- Pegging him.

You order him to press his face against pillow and stick his ass up for you. But of course, he doesn't oblige immediately, he needs to be forced. You then forcefully press his face against a pillow.

"Why don't we find out if you can cum without touching your cock, with just me pounding into your hole? sounds fun"

His eyes widen at the thought. You don't give him time to react more when you insert your lubed finger inside him.

He moans. You push deeper. "You like that?" He moans again, you go deeper curving your finger on his prostate. He doesn't speak much. He’s never been in this place before. "Aw, is my babyboy shy all of a sudden?" you coo, teasingly, your face ever so calm.

You are quick to slip in another lubed finger, making him gasp and moan, "More, more."

"Patience" you say curtly. You finally slide out your fingers and watch him clench around for any contact with your fingers.

You chuckle, "Don't be fucking greedy."

You position your generously lubed dildo at his entrance, pushing and thrusting in and out. And from the delicious noises he makes, you knew he didn’t want you to stop.

He’s forgotten how to speak. He is already leaking, you watch pre cum dripping down his cock. All he can do is lie there in this new exciting position— submissive and absolutely passive with dildo stuck inside him under your mercy.

By the end, he is a whimpering and crying mess, fucked to oblivion, floating in pure euphoria.

You have to bring him out of sub space.

Blue is extremely vulnerable after that, he needs reassurance that you still love him and want him and you’re not just gonna fuck him and throw him away like he is a toy. Well, he is a fucktoy, but he is your fucktoy.

You wipe his face and help him clean up and assure him you won't leave him.

- He is clingy and hella possessive of you and does not like sharing. He whines when you pay attention to others, and does everything to get your attention.

- You punish him by making him suck your dildo on his knees, and call him attention whore. You watch him suck, choke on it with tears on his face like he is your obedient little slut with a smirk on your face.

- You then reward him by wiping his tears smudged with eyeliner off his face, and kiss his lips deeply and ride him until his eyes roll black in absolute pleasure, and he loses all senses underneath you.

- And let him suck your tits and play with your breasts if you are pleased.

- Gods, he gets hard all over again. And you fuck him again until he is a whimpering mess—absolutely high on endorphins and your enthralling touches.

- He has high sex drive and can go at it for hours and hours, until you tell him it's enough when you are playing rough, or bring him back gently if you are soft domming him.

- As much as you love to push his buttons and limits, you are also careful to constantly check on him subtly.

-You make him your toy, make him beg, cry and humiliate him to the core, but you don't take his trust lightly, and abuse it. You are also careful with him when he exceeds his limits and begs you to push him more. You are also sweet with him when the play ends.

You love him in your own way, the way that connects you both like no other. There is a reason he is your boy, he trusts you and only you—his only sweetheart, lover and mistress.

- You ruin him beautifully, deliciously and he lets you.

- Your love and relationship with him is obsessive, playful, intoxicating, wild and irrational at times, and who said love cannot be any of those things?

- At the end of the day, he is your man and you know exactly how to love him and keep him on his toes the way he craves, wants and desires.

- Only you are his mistress and his lover. And you both prefer and love it that way.

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