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pimosworld · 11 months

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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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redeyerhaenyra · 8 months

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

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

Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader

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

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

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

Jake Lockley

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

Man lives and breathes to just look at you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He talks alot too, just to rub it in further

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

Blue Jones

Oh no

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

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

But no one else is allowed to touch you

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

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

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

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

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

You're his doll, toy, barbie even

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

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

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

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

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

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

Basil Stitt

Ah, everyone's favorite recluse

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

YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish

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

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

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

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

#blue jones #blue jones sucker punch #blue jones x reader #blue jones smut #mushi ♡#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley moonknight #basil stitt #lightning face #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt smut

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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A Long Night

Blue Jones X f!Reader

Not Beta-read - Requested by @campingwiththecharmings

Summary

Head Orderly, Blue Jones, comes into your room with a new medication that you don't recall being prescribed by your psychiatrist.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, sex pollen, dubious consent, patient/orderly sex, power imbalance, orderly Blue, asylum Blue, reader is asylum patient, unrealistic amounts of cum, no refractory period, cum smearing, messy sex, p in v creampie, coming in pants, porn with a little plot, rough sex, spit kink

Word Count: 2.9k

Head Orderly Blue Jones was in your room right as you were waking up. You noticed how he closed the door and locked it behind himself, pulling the privacy cover over the little window you used to look out into the hall of the asylum sometimes. This was unusual, and immediately you felt that nagging in the back of your mind that you should be looking for an escape. You’d been so well behaved since you arrived; there was no reason for him to be in your room.

Your gaze fell to his hand, noticing that he had an inhaler he’d brought with him. He approached your bed slowly, looking at you with a smug grin, which to you meant he was up to something horrible. Blue was known for his lewd practices within the asylum. He looked down at you as you climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, trying your best to appear unafraid.

“Good morning.” He looked over the inhaler before turning his gaze back to you, “it’s time for your medication babygirl. There’s this new one the doctors want you to take.”

“My psychiatrist didn’t say anything about that,” you protested, “I’m not taking it.”

Blue pressed his lips together tightly and then licked them, narrowing his eyes on you in a threatening way. You knew that look, and knew that nothing good could come after it. He tilted his head to the side and huffed out an irritated sigh. You gulped harshly, feeling the fear pool in your gut like a heavy weight. He wasn’t above psychological and physical torture to make girls behave, and you knew that. Regardless, you had no idea what the contents of that inhaler would do to you, and you were determined to keep it that way.

“I do so much for you. I know you know that.” His tone was soft and yet still laced in a horrific darkness. “Why are you going to start acting up now? Huh?”

He licked his lips again, face getting so, so close to yours. His voice was rising, along with his very obvious aggravation at your disobedience. Blue didn’t like any sort of defiance, and you weren’t giving him what he wanted. You kept your eyes on him, despite your mind telling you to look away. You were afraid that if you lost sight of him for even a second, he would strike.

“Come here.” He said roughly, reaching out and grabbing your jaw in his strong hand.

One of your hands reached up to grab his wrist as he brought the inhaler toward your face, and your other hand desperately latched over his enclosed fist. You struggled against his strong grip, grunting while trying to pry his fingers open. You knew that whatever was inside the canister could spell your death. You had to find a way to overcome his strength.

“Come on!” He yelled, “you’re going to take this whether you want to or not so-”

You got the upper hand, kneeing his inner thigh, and managing to steal the inhaler from his hand. You were squeezing so hard over the apparatus that you activated the canister in his face by mistake. A dark crimson cloud puffed out of the inhaler and you watched Blue breathe it in entirely.

The room became deafeningly silent. He let go of you, and you dropped the inhaler on the floor with a loud clunk. He glared at you for a moment, clearly trying to process what had just happened. You had no idea what you just did, but understood that this couldn’t end well for you. Either you’d just killed him, which meant you were going to get lobotomized or outright executed, or you did something that was going to hurt him and he was going to make you pay for it later. You covered your mouth nervously, eyes widened in terror.

Blue pursed his lips at you, agitation etched in every part of his face. He was still alive, and he didn’t seem to be in any pain. You felt a little relief. He shook his head slowly, sniffing while he brushed the backside of his hand under his nostrils. His gaze stayed on you, like a predator looking at its prey. His eyes trekked over your torso and to the floor before shooting back up at you. You gasped involuntarily and stepped back.

“You really think you did something there don’t you babygirl?” His tone was taunting. You really fucked up.

“W-what was in that?” You asked anxiously, failing to keep your voice from trembling.

You watched Blue’s cheeks started turning a shade of dusty pink while he removed his jacket.

“Fuckin’ hot in here isn’t it?” He tossed his jacket onto the floor, leaving him in only his white tee.

“It’s-it’s not that hot.” Your voice sounded vacant while you stared in awe.

He licked his lips hungrily while he looked at you. You watched his pupils dilate, making his eyes appear black. Blue paced slowly, airing his shirt out and keeping his eyes trained only on you. You started to back up toward the wall. If only he hadn’t been occupying the space between you and the only door out of there, you might’ve been able to make a break for it. He followed you while you continued backward, trying desperately not to trip over yourself.

He lowered his gaze, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“I need to fuck you, gonna fill you with everything I have,” he spoke in a low growl. His wide shoulders were heaving with each breath, “come here.”

His words hung in the air and forced a panicked breath to escape your lips. You were getting closer to the corner of the room, and once he had you there you knew you were done. You saw him reach a hand down to grab around the hard bulge in his pants. He dragged his palm over his erection while he drew nearer to you. Blue moaned at his own touch.

You shook your head, “no, Blue, please.”

Whatever was in that inhaler was clearly making him aroused, more aroused than he could handle. You remembered suddenly that it was originally intended for you. You knew he’d slept with some of the other girls in the facility; a lot of them had talked about it. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it yourself, and the idea of him taking you was exciting. They all talked about how fucking good he felt and how big he was. Judging by the shadow in his pants, they weren’t lying. This wasn’t how you wanted it though. In his current state, Blue was going to cause you real harm, you could see it in his eyes.

“Stop walking away from me and come here,” he said between gritted teeth, pointing his index finger at the ground.

“No.”

You darted to his left, thinking foolishly that you might be able to get to the door in time, but he grabbed you, pulling you back against his chest. You shouted and wriggled desperately while he brought you to the floor, managing to pin your flailing hands above your head with only one of his. His fingers were scalding hot against your wrists.

He buried his face in your neck while he talked to you in a low growl.

"I know you've been talking to the other girls about how bad you want me, now's your chance babygirl so just shut up and take it." His free hand was grabbing the waist of your pants and fighting to pull them down.

You noticed that he was eagerly grinding his hips against you, sliding his clothed erection against your inner thigh. You couldn’t move, he was pressed too tightly against your body and when you tried to yell he picked his head up and slotted his lips on yours to silence you. Blue stole your protests until they turned into moans, continuing to thrust himself over you. His kissing was sloppy and drool started coating your chin. He was nearly vibrating, as if his entire body was surging with electricity.

“When I get into those fucking pants, gonna fuck you wide open. You’re not even gonna remember your name when I’m done with you.”

Blue let out a strangled sound as his body shook violently. His mouth was open on the side of your face, spit rolling down your cheek as his hot breath punched out of his lungs and onto your skin. You felt the wet spot that formed between your legs where he’d been prodding against you. He came in his fucking pants. Blue Jones was so worked up that he came in his goddamn pants.

“All that for you to just…” you sniffed out a laugh, feeling foolish for panicking so hard.

Relief washed over you. You’d been truly afraid that Blue was going to hurt you. When he’d said he was going to fuck you wide open, you thought he might actually deliver on that promise. You tried to push him off of you, but he was still holding onto you tight. His eyes turned up and met yours, gaze still hooded in lust.

“Stay still,” he ordered, letting go of your wrists, “I need more.”

He started tugging at your pants again, but you took that opportunity to slide back and foolishly try to run again, another big mistake. Blue got up quickly and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. He was strong, made even stronger by the mystery medication he’d inhaled, and dragged you back to your bed despite your protests. He pushed you down face first into the mattress and closed in behind you.

“I told you to stay still,” he repeated in a low growl, “I’m not done playing with you yet.”

He pulled your pants down quickly. You felt him fumbling while he rushed to do the same for himself. He didn’t even have a chance to slide them off before he was pressing the thick head of his cock to your entrance. You had a feeling that you weren’t going to be able to get away, even if you did manage to get him off of you and make it to the door. Surely it was locked, and the key was in his long discarded jacket on the floor. You were trapped there.

He plunged himself deep into your wet heat and started fucking into you ravenously. His hands were painfully grabbing onto your waist, leaving divots in their wake. You held onto your bedding tight, balling it up in your fists. When he said he was going to fuck you wide open he meant it. You’d never felt anyone so big or so…good. Despite your initial fears, he was hitting all the right spots and sending you into a dumb-fucked state that you couldn’t shake.

“Feels so good babygirl-fuck,” he rasped from behind you, snapping his hips against your rear, “hope you’re ready for a long night. This would’ve been a lot better for you if you’d just taken your medicine like you were supposed to.”

You couldn’t speak, you could only make unintelligible noises while you drooled into the mattress. Blue was enjoying this all too much, you could tell by the way his hands trekked over your skin. You felt him lean forward, pushing you down further, nearly flattening you. His lips touched your spine through your shirt.

“Take this off,” he didn’t stop grinding into you while he pulled your shirt up to your neck, “take it off.”

You reached up, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, his hot skin burning you to your core.

“You’ve got the tightest little pussy babygirl-fuck-I’m just gonna fill you up over and over okay? Just gonna-oh-fahh.”

He was coming again, and this time you were too, the way the head of his cock dragged over that spot deep inside of you was maddening. He was twitching wildly into you, cum squirting over the sides and down your thighs in a hot dripping mess. Blue kept fucking through it, never slowing his pace even though you started yelling for him to stop. You were feeling oversensitive and you needed to catch your breath.

But he wouldn’t stop.

He pulled out just long enough to turn you around, grab your sides and shove you back onto the bed. He climbed over you, smiling and licking his lips while he positioned himself between your cum-sticky legs. He hurriedly took off his pants now, murmuring something about how they were in his way.

“So pretty, all fucked out, my pretty babygirl.” He dove into the hollow of your neck hungrily, “n-need more.”

“M-more? I can’t take-oh fuck.”

He was inside of you again, slamming his hips at an unforgiving pace that left you grabbing onto the sides of the bed for stability. You were oversensitive, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. He ripped his shirt off without slowing his thrusts. Blue fell forward, pressing his sweaty chest flush against yours. You could feel his heat burning against your breasts.

“I can’t stop, don’t you understand? I can’t stop until you’re full. Gotta make sure you’re good and full. All mine. You’re mine, okay?”

His breath was shaking and ragged as he crashed his mouth into yours with a force that made a muffled scream escape your lungs. You felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. He wasn’t asking nicely for you to open yourself up to him, he was demanding. You complied, what else could you do? He was flattened against you, trapping you in place.

He kissed you like a man starved. You could hardly breathe with how heavily he was panting into your mouth. You turned your head, gasping for air desperately. His hand flew up and grabbed your throat. His nearly black eyes darted between yours.

“Open your fucking mouth,” his voice was like gravel in your ear.

You obeyed, knowing your options were limited, dropping your jaw down as far as you could. He squeezed around your windpipe with his strong hand, choking your airway while he dropped a glob of spit down over your tongue. You arched your chest up, panicking when you couldn’t take in a full breath. He finally loosened his fingers and you gulped in what little air you could before he started kissing you again.

He shuddered a moan into your mouth, tongue finally softening, melting into yours repeatedly. You felt his cock hardening with his third orgasm. He whined this time when he came, and you tasted his salty tears as they fell down his face, sliding over your tongues.

“Just feels so good, feels so good baby,” he kissed you again, lips smacking noisily, “your little pussy is squeezing me so tight, oh you’re just loving this aren’t you?”

You were. It had taken you a moment to get over the initial shock of him taking you so suddenly, but you had to admit that it felt mind-numbingly delicious to have him fucking you so hard, and wanting you so desperately. You felt your own climax hit again like a wave crashing over your body and making you go limp. Your mind went white while he dragged his thick shaft on that sweet spot repeatedly. He was still so fucking hard, and showing no signs of stopping. You tried to push him off of you now, the oversensitivity making you feel like you were going to go into cardiac arrest any second.

“Please, please it’s too much it’s-ah!”

He pulled out of you, and you felt his hot cum gush out of your cunt.

“Just making room, not enough room,” he was panting like a dog, cupping his hand under your hole.

You watched in awe as he brought a huge handful of the white, sticky substance up and held it over your torso. You were in awe watching it drip between his fingers. He slapped it onto your abdomen before thrusting himself inside of you once more. His eyes were half hooded when he looked at you again. You bit your bottom lip against the ache, trying not to cry out and alert the entire asylum.

He pressed his chest to yours again. The slick of his cum was sliding your bellies against each other with each forward snap of his hips. Blue’s face was buried again in the crook of your neck, kissing and whimpering while he fucked harder.

“It’s too much!” You cried, trying to push him off of you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He said harshly against your ear, “you’re done when I say so, and you’re not done until I’ve emptied every last drop I have into you, got it?”

You gasped when he nipped your earlobe.

“Y-yes Blue.”

“Good girl.”

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Devil in the Details

Blue Jones x reader

Summary: You belong to Blue. As everything in the Lennox does. But his ownership of you is incomparable to anything else in the club- a fact he’ll happily prove to you when you ask him for a personal favour. After all, the devil’s in the details...

Notes: Alas, i’m yet another soul who fell in love with Oscar Isaac in moon knight and started watching everything else he’s been in- at this point it was inevitable that i’d find sucker punch and get obsessed over blue. As ever, this fic is dedicated to the one and only, my absolute queen who i’m hoping will pretend she hasn't been rereading this for the last few days since I showed it to her early, @plethora-of-imagines

Being Blue's gave you advantages. Not that you saw them as such any more. Or ever. To you they were symbols, gestures even, of what you meant to the man. All the girls in the club were owned by Mr Blue Jones, owner and executive of the club, and one of the most notorious names in the seedy underworld of special favors. Ownership, control, power, it was his speciality. He owned every part of every girl that took a client, scrubbed a floor, thrust their hips or brought in cash within the walls of the Lennox. His club. His den of sin and debauchery.

But you were different... somehow you existed in the club under a different form of control. You were unique in that regard. You weren't always though, you'd often remind yourself, when you felt the haze of Blue’s cologne and the heat of his breath on your neck begin to cloud your memory. You'd done your time, same as all the other girls- dealing with cook, rehearsing with Madam Gorski, cleaning, dancing, fucking clients. But Blue had always had his eyes on you from the moment you'd stumbled into his dominion off of the sidewalk, begging for a purpose and a salvation from the empty gray streets. Servitude, soliciting, it was a sweeter fate than death to you. Blue had looked you up and down, circling around you as you trembled from the rain like a mouse in a viper pit.

His eyes had raked against your frozen skin, fingers walked over your shoulders and making you shiver, but not from the cold. He was in an all white suit, pristine and pressed. From a distance one could convince themselves he was an angel. His line of questioning proved, however, he was anything but.

Could you dance? You could learn.

Could you scrub a floor? Of course.

Could you submit yourself? Perfectly.

Could you fuck?... You hadn't answered, far too hesitant to admit the truth around so many eyes and ears.

Blue had smiled at your pause, a stamp of death, lifting your chin with his fingertips and whispering hotly in your ear.

"Oh sugar, you're quite the work in progress, aren't you? But what kind of man would I be to turn down such a promising project?"

There you'd been, doe eyed and dripping a trail of rain onto the carpet of the Lennox, begging for a bed and a purpose, now suddenly the brand new toy in Blue Jones' sandbox. His promising project. His personal project. Blue had watched over your progress, a puppet master watching you dance for all eyes, in his head dancing just for him. After all, he'd been privy to your first ever routine.

You distinctly remembered the night he'd asked you to accompany him to a meeting, stating he needed a pretty face and a fucked up mind to help pull a deal with a promising client. The pieces of his meticulous planning had fallen neatly together to create the ultimate painting of pleasure- instructing the dressmakers to make an outfit for you better than any other costume you'd worn, sitting you by his side, playing with your hair and pulling you into his lap with a possessive, strong grip. He'd teased you with kisses, ghosting his lips against your cheeks, eyes searing holes into your temples as his fingertips took healthy purchase in trailing themselves over your ass.

You'd done so well for him, playing his game, nibbling on his earlobe and running your fingers over his chest, slotting into his side like it was made for you. Like destiny. You'd spoken when spoken to, words sweet like honey but intentions cold as ice, and Blue had been mesmerized with every subliminal suggestion you'd sent to the man- who was oblivious to the drool running over his lip while he watched you push your nose against Blue's and dare him to kiss first through your giggles. Pouring drinks, batting your lashes, a walking sign of Blue’s criminal credibility.

By the end of the night you all knew it had been a success. Blue couldn't have asked for more in the deal, and you'd manage to squeeze a couple thousand more from the guy for good measure, and for being so easy on his eyes. He'd given the tight roll of hundred bills to you, directly, a personal tip to go in your cash pot, but the moment he'd left you'd pulled the wad from your cleavage and offered it Blue between your fingers. He tilted his head like an animal as you pushed it into the top pocket of his jacket, taking his chin in your fingers and whispering ever so sweetly:

"What's mine is yours, Mr Jones."

He'd done it. His project had worked. Blue had reached for the table, taking hold of the shot glass and taking it in his lips. He’d pulled you in for a kiss, the alcohol spreading across your tongue and setting your world ablaze. You’d moaned at the sensation, the heat of the moment carrying you until you were flat on your back in his very own bed, engulfed in the whirlwind of the evening's success. Blue had fucked you into the mattress, your body following his every decree, and you’d screamed his name like it was your god given purpose.

You'd been his from that moment forward.

The arrival of your ‘advantages’ was slow, gradual, taken in steps, the opposite to how he liked to fuck. First he’d stripped you from cleaning duties, then he pulled you from chores in the kitchen. Your rate had gone up considerably, putting you into a higher bracket of exclusivity than most of the more experienced girls in the roster. He'd instructed Madam to pull you from the background in the dances, only allowing you to be a feature, eventually pulling your routines all together. You were given a room all your own, closest to his office and quarters, and your personal allowance had increased- he'd tried to keep it appearing fair, simply just business, but in the end it was no secret. You weren't one of the girls anymore. You were the personal pride and pearl for the one and only Blue jones.

Not to say you didn't work, you absolutely did. But now your role extended beyond taking clients. You joined Blue for nearly all business, he took pride in having you by his side in the club as he entertained, and if Blue wasn't busy or not in the mood, you'd finish the night in his bed. You still took the occasional client, but you weren't one to be bought- the chance to have your attention was only offered by Blue himself, under his watch, and if he was feeling generous. He’d watch with a sharp gaze as you kissed and caressed and flattered, nothing more. Only he got to fuck you, only he was allowed to make you cum.

It was favouritism, plain and simple, but Blue didn't care one bit. It was his club, his rules, and his girl. Life was never truly fair.

Wearing his crisp white shirt, and nothing else, you sat on the edge of the bed as you pulled your black garters and fishnet stockings back up your legs, as you did the night before. He was looking at you from the bathroom mirror, smiling at his girl as he inspected his reflection, slicking back his hair and tidying his moustache. God, you were positively ethereal, littered with kisses and bite marks, smelling of both your cum and his expensive cologne. How he treasured knowing you'd be feeling the soothing, warm ache of his cock between your legs all morning. Morning sex was becoming the new breakfast to him. Certainly better than most of the shit Cook produced. Especially when you gave it so willingly and with such passion.

"Blue, baby?"

You called, clasping your stockings to the garters and looking towards the bathroom door.

"Is there business today?"

Blue smirked, leaning against the wall and adjusting his cufflinks and tie.

"There's always business, doll. You know what they say, the grind never stops."

You smiled up at the man.

"I've got aching thighs that say otherwise."

The man offered a small laugh, eyes briefly glancing down at your legs.

"And luscious ones at that. But if you're asking Sugar, no, no meetings. You can relax and play with our guests tonight all you'd like."

You rose from the bed, walking over to his side of the room. His gaze was heavy, filled with want as you brushed down the front of his shirt.

"In that case, please can I get my cash key?"

Despite your position, you still played by Blue's rules. That was half of the fun, engaging in the dynamic of Blue owning each and every part of you. Every girl had a key that opened a small letterbox in Blue's office that contained their allowance, and any small tips they'd managed to convince Blue to let them keep. If anybody needed anything, a new makeup product, anything personal, they'd have to ask him directly. Of course, since the girls were barely allowed out of the club, someone else would be sent to get the items. It was part of Blues game- absolute control under the guise of care.

"Kitty wants her cash key, huh? Tell me baby, what's my girl got her pretty little eye on?"

Blue lifted your chin with his finger, exposing your throat and humming as you tilted your chin, almost brandishing the marks he'd given you. His touch trailed over the curve of your lip, watching them instantly part.

"A new lipstick to leave around my cock? A new short, short skirt to end up on this floor, my floor, right here?"

You shook your head with a smile, your tongue teasing the tip of his finger and making him hum.

"Madam Gorski said she'd help with my hair, I need to touch up the roots with dye and she said she'd give it a trim. Plus, I need new fake nails, these ones have all fallen off at least twice and are starting to chip."

As you spoke, Blue twirled a strand of your hair in his fingers, almost inspecting your claim. He peered at the ends of your hair, his fingers yearning to wrap the hair around his fist and yank, watching you squeal with glee. He took hold of your hand as you fixed his tie- you flexed your nails like a cat's claws between his interlocked fingers, showing him the seeping glue around the edges, the missing patches of polish. He made a dramatic pout, before pulling your knuckles to his lips and kissing each in turn.

"Aww, would you look at that. It's amazing, you girls have to think of so much. Sometimes I think you all fuss too much over the little details."

You tutted at the man. His eyebrow instantly raised. Was this a critique incoming? A correction? A rebuttal?

"But I'm not just any girl, Blue. I'm yours."

Ah. That he liked to hear. You hiked your knee up against his thigh, his hand taking hold of it like clockwork. You leant in, Blue allowing his lip to creep up into half a grin as he took a sudden, deep breath, fingers pushing against soft flesh.

"I'm your girl, sir. When they look at me, they think of you. That's the responsibility I have. What does it say about Mr Jones if his girl has split ends, or ratty nails?"

You began to nip at his neck, licking over the small bites you made against his warm skin, each whisper punctuated by a kiss to his throat.

"It says... He doesn't take care of his things...he doesn't have high standards for his personal girl... and they might dare to think you don't care about those little details, or the other girls, or your business."

Blue's fingers were sinking into the back of your hair, and you found your head suddenly yanked backwards, Blue's lips barely ghosting against your jaw. His fingers were digging deeper into your thigh, breathing shallow and desperate.

"But you do care, you take such good care of the girls, of me, you care so much for the club and what you do. And I need to show them that. The devil's in the details, after all."

Blue's chest was rising and falling at growing speed, your words sinking and penetrating deep into his vile mind and perfectly stroking his ego. Oh, how you caressed it so perfectly and genuinely. You were working him up now, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to calm down. He could tell when people were buttering him up, their words hollow and desperate as they fought to get on his good side. His benevolent side. It was the ultimate goal of any wannabe, to have Blue as anything but their enemy, but having him as a ‘friend’ brought so much more. Fools would sing their praising lies through crossed fingers behind backs, and he saw through their facades each time. But you... Oh you... You meant it all, every word. You were twisted enough to love him with absolute sincerity. It made you perfect in his eyes.

"I need to look good for you, want you to think I'm beautiful. I want to be beautiful for you, Blue."

Blue jones sighed in ultimate satisfaction.

"Oh, princess, you know how happy it makes daddy to hear that. You just get it. You get it perfectly. Look at you, just perfect."

You moaned softly, the sound living at the back of your throat. Blue was smiling, breathless and rock hard against your thigh. He pushed the hair from the side of your face, watching your eyes flutter shut.

"I've been saving my tips, if CJ could just get-"

"Shh, shhh..."

Blue pushed his finger against your lips, plumping your bottom lip and softly shaking his head. He pulled you across the room from the bathroom doorway, guiding you towards the wall. Your eyes shot open, letting him manipulate you however he liked.

"No, baby girl no, fuck it, CJ isn't buying you that drugstore shit. You ain't touching that cash key. You're better than the rest of them."

Blue was getting horny and passionate. Business as usual. Yet now it was laced with purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist, body yearning to pull him closer, Blue taking pride in grabbing hold of your ass to support the movement. With his spare hand he pulled his cock from his undone trousers, sliding you suddenly down onto his hard on, your back rubbing against the dark wallpaper. You were so good, still nice and stretched from earlier, his fingers having done the hard work for his cock. And now your pussy was wet once more, making for wonderfully easy traction as he established a flow of slow, full thrusts.

"Blue-"

"You're mine, say it."

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"Yours!"

"Who's?"

"I'm yours, Blue Jones! Forever!"

"That's it, atta girl."

His forehead pressed against yours, his hips pushing in and out against you in a rhythm that made you gasp in delight. You two slotted together so perfectly, each thrust making him hungrier for your touch, your hips bucking against his own and marking him snarl like an animal. You purred at the noise, teeth baring as you began to make small nips towards the end of his nose. You needed to consume him, or watch him consume you. It was feral, instinctual, the way you felt yourself pushing down greedily onto his cock, the burn against your pussy a welcome warmth like the morning sun. You were holding the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, trying hard not to ruin his fresh, beige suit as you pushed against his chest. He needed to be presentable while you came undone. His hands under your ass helped the motion, your own core working its hardest as you aided in the continuing rise and fall of your hips.

"Here's what we're gonna do,” Blue’s voice was hoarse, ravaged by his guttural calls. The sound made you quiver, thighs tightening around his hips as you clenched around his cock.

“Gorski isn't doing shit to that pretty little head of yours, I'm gonna be honest, she needs to work on her technique. And those stick on whatever's, not gonna cut it. That's for them. You're better. Say it."

So this was the game he was playing. A power trip for the both of you.

"I'm... Fuck, Blue, thats... I'm better!"

"Why is that, c'mon baby tell daddy, tell him-"

"I'm YOURS!"

His hair was still setting, the gel fresh and pristine. Holding his cheeks or neck would have to do for your clutching hands.

"I'm gonna get Danforth, I'm gonna tell him, he's gonna book you in-"

"I can't, I... No clients, sir-"

"No, shh kitty listen-"

Blue thrusted harder, your hips swirling on his cock and making his mouth water. He found you utterly irresistible at his mercy. Your own wetness was dripping down your thigh, and between your whimpers of delight you prayed it wasn't getting on his pants. Hopefully he'd keep going until you couldn't even think.

"You listen to me, he's gonna get you an appointment, get your hair done, out there. Nails too, everything, you need it they'll do it because- oh, fuck- you belong to me, i'm spoiling my girl."

You were riding the tidal wave of his touch, sure you were destined to drown in the warm waters of his attention and find yourself marooned on the beach of his command. He groaned as he spared a glance downward, the way your breasts pushed against his own chest, the gap between your bodies non existent as he gazed lustfully at your cleavage. The golden key to the club around his neck was pressing into your skin, indenting and leaving a reddening shadow of itself against the damp surface, and he swore he adored the sight. Blue had ultimate power over you, over most things, the power in his hips sending you back against the wall with force despite your back arching against him. He craved it all, how he knew he could break you and put you back together whichever way he liked. He was like the boy in the sandbox, playing with his favorite toy. His favorite girl.

"But, sir, cash-"

"MY GIRL!"

You yelped as he gave a full thrust, the sensation bubbling like a fire in your gut. He was using your body, commanding it, fucking your pussy like his favorite plaything.

"My treat, fuck, baby you don't have to think about a thing. You're mine, all mine, i decide, FUCK, i decide what you get. You get the best."

You whined, rather pitifully, and Blue devoured the sound. You decided the time for talking was over, not wanting to embarrass yourself in the eyes of the man who was giving into your every whim. Blue deepened the kiss, his tongue attacking your mouth as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. He was pounding into you, your back destined to be bruised by the wall, your sense of composure coming apart in his hands. You were a sweating, leaking mess under his guiding hands, your climax charging forwards as you circled and moved around his symphony. It was sinful, dirty, yet submissive and perfectly harmonized. Just how Blue liked you.

"Fuck, Blue, I need-"

"That's Sugar, hold it, I want you to beg."

"Please Blue, let me cum-"

"Dirty girl, so desperate."

"Please, daddy I need, please-"

Blue was always consistent throughout and you fought to keep up with his unshakable composure, but now you were a blubbering mess. Your hips were sloppily working around his cock, all routine lost to reckless abandon, pussy aching from the current fuck and the echo of your morning sex- but fighting to hold back the floodgates of release. It was like sex was the fuel Blue survived on, the drug that kept his system in motion. He seemingly had a sixth sense when it came to exactly what his needy little girl craved to make her cum as hard as she needed, all the while satisfying himself for providing such a service- perhaps the one moment he and the girls of the Lennox shared something in common. He'd often remark he wouldn't be able to get through the day without getting his hands on you, be it a smack of your ass or a finger on your clit, or even a kiss of ownership when somebody had tested him more than they should've. Blue Jones, the man, was an enigma behind the surface of a sleeze, and the way his fingers knew every inch of your body told you he saw you equally as a puzzle only he could solve.

After all, he was the one that took your virginity. Had asked to do it, almost begged, he'd yearned to take your innocence and let you taste him, the forbidden fruit. None of the other girls could say the same. His ownership of you was of a pedigree breed.

"So close, almost time, kitty"

"Blue... Blue..."

It was all you could say. The only word your mouth desired was his name. He loved the state of you, the way the world had crumbled around and you existed in a tunnel vision of his touch. Nothing else mattered. The whole world was Blue.

"That's it, good girl, who do you belong to?"

"Hnn... Blue!"

"And who's the only man who can stick his dick in you, fuck this precious pussy of yours until its raw?"

There was no question.

"Blue!"

"What's the only name you'll ever scream again?"

This was ownership. A claim.

"Blue!"

"Say it baby, say my name, tell the world who owns you and cum, cum for me."

You felt yourself falling beneath the waves, all rhyme and reason disappearing as you submerged in the ocean of Blue's pleasure. You were desperate for release, he knew that well, your body tired and wracked and tied so tightly to Blue's command that he could snap you in half with a single order. Your mouth only knew one word, THE word, and it squoze itself from your throat and fell from your lips like it was chasing the man down.

There was only one way it all could end.

The same way it started.

Him.

"Blue!"

You screamed, back arching against the dark wallpaper, body sinking into his embrace as you finally found your release. Blue had finished in tandem, the rush of his seed inside of you sending your brain into hysteria. It was warm, filthy, your hips rearing against him so hard his feet dared to consider losing footing, all the while the soundtrack of his moan sang like the voice of a God. You were spent, exhausted, desperate for a shower. A mix of your own release and Blue's cum trailed and dripped over the inside of your thigh, your eyes glossy and wet like you were about to weep. Blue had treated you like a goddess from the moment you’d arrived. What had you done to deserve his kindness?

Blue was panting, stunned for breath as he supported you against the wall. You took in his expression, like a starved man fed for the first time in a long time, always hungry for more with an appetite that could never truly be satiated. Like he said, his business was pleasure. Others, his, and yours. He was sweating, light beads running down his temples, top lip damp from your kiss as you pulled away from his face, etching every element into your memory. Every curve, every pore, every heavy gaze behind even heavier lashes. You sought to remember every single element of Blue in the moment. The calm after the storm.

You gazed over the man's face, his hair still as pristine as when he'd first gelled it. You pulled down the sleeve of the dress shirt you'd been wearing, taking purchase of the cuff to dab at the sweat that had built on his forehead. In your haze you leant forward, pecking at his lips and practically licking them clean of the spit from your moans. You pulled away, shaking thumbs caressing his face as he gave you a pleased grin. As your breath returned you adjusted his collar, smoothing down the corners before allowing yourself to fall against his chest. He looked untouched, like he hadn't just fucked you to the brink of muteness. Just as you knew he wanted. Just like he knew you could provide.

"Small details, baby"

You whispered, voice rough and stripped bare from your screams. You knew anybody in the back labyrinth of the Lennox corridors would have heard you. Good.

"Oh, princess.."

Blue purred against your skin, pushing the sweat laced hair from the sides of your face. His tanned skin shone with a glorious post sex glow, a shine that would pep his step and send him through the day with ease. It was your special skill, making the day for Blue jones... Not so Blue.

"I'm going to treat you like a queen. Yeah... I like that. You filthy little girl, being my queen. You like that too, don't you?"

You nodded weakly, a lazy smile on your lips, reddened and glossed.

"Good girl. You did so well, two in a row. Yeah, baby girl needs spoiling, doesn't she? Especially when she's proved her loyalty so well."

A happy, satiated noise escaped your throat. Blue enjoyed the sound, rolling it on his tongue. In a moment, a sudden look of seriousness graced across his face.

"Now, kitty-"

His hands worked to untangle your legs from his waist, lifting you up carefully from his softening cock. You glanced down briefly- his pants were cum free. You hadn't left a single mark.

"You've got a busy day, haven't you? No rest for the wicked, huh?"

He allowed you to set your feet on the floor, thighs squeezing together as you felt the result of your passion running down the inside of your leg. Blue noticed instantly, lowering his gaze and growling softly. Your fingers wound themselves into the belt loops of his trousers, pulling his hips towards you as you pulled up his boxers and buttoned up his pants. He sighed with absolute pride.

"Go get yourself cleaned up and be ready by 9. Danforth will call, CJ will take you out."

Blue pulled your face into his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. His tongue was silver, sharp as a knife, but his kiss was so warm and inviting. No wonder you always lost when you fought for dominance in your mouth, the man was a living weapon of pleasure.

"I've got things to do, the girls need a little reminder of what's expected from them."

You dared to whine. Another shush came from his lips, tender yet to the point.

"Don't fret, doll, just a verbal warning, nothing more. I won't have lazy girls on my stage, especially when somebody's set the bar so high for a performance."

He lifted your chin with a finger, smiling sweetly, laced with fire.

"What a show, sugar." He purred.

"I'll see you tonight."

Blue pulled away from the wall, away from you, freeing you from the cage his shoulders and hips had held you within. You suddenly grabbed hold of his tie as he turned, lightly tugging him back to your chest. Before he could breathe a word, or consider a thought, you placed a sweet kiss to the side of his mouth, teasing him with the promise of more. You knew for a fact teasing him was futile. There was always, always more

"Thank you, Blue." You said gently.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

Blue smiled down at you. God, everything about you was coursing through his veins. Some days he questioned if you were real, an angel sent to taunt the devil with everything he ever desired. He was the devil, plain and simple, yet you had just praised his mercy like it was biblical, his name was your scripture. Blue Jones was a very bad man, a malicious villain who took everything he wanted in a world where he wanted everything. Greedy, cruel, egotistical, evil. He knew that, deep down. He wasn't an idiot, after all. But you, oh you, his precious pearl, his beautiful angel, his dirty little whore. You were everything a man like Blue Jones could want but never deserve. It would be poetic to say you were the one thing his hungry fingers could never reach, a sad story of the price of sin- if it weren't for the way his name spilled from your lips like a prayer, his hot cum still leaking down your leg. Blue Jones was a man who gambled with God. And the devil always won.

"Anything for you, beautiful."

You preened at his words, a blush spreading over your cheeks. He truly saw you as beautiful. He plucked his jacket from the back of the vanity chair, throwing it over his shoulder with two fingers as he headed for the door. You leant against the wall for support, for a solid hold on the spinning world, as Blue turned to you and sent you a heat inducing wink.

"Like you said, angel. The devil's in the details."

He blew a kiss into the air, before disappearing with the shut of the door. You held a hand to your chest, your heart racing within your boiling chest under your perspiring palm. Blue jones was many things- a mobster, a pimp, a gang banger, a crook. A violent bastard, a slave to lust, a gruesome creature that thrived on the exploitation of women in the cruel, wide world. But you didn't care. The warmth in your cheeks, the heat in your chest, the fire in your belly, all of them burned away every sin Satan loved to commit.

Blue jones may have been the closest thing on earth to the devil.

But Blue Jones was undeniably yours.

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #blue jones sucker punch #sucker punch #zack snyders sucker punch #blue jones x you #oscar isaac #brothel!blue jones #brothel blue jones #brothel blue jones x reader #x reader #reader insert #suckerpunch #sucker punch 2011 #fanfiction #fanfic

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osis-b1tch · 2 years

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I’m taking different pics of Oscar Isaac and turning him into Blue Jones for fun, this is the first one but I plan to do more!

How did I do? 👀

#oscar isaac #blue jones #art #fanart #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #poe dameron #sucker punch #jonathan levy #oscar issac hernandez estrada #he actually makes this exact gesture at one point in the movie #i find it kinda cool #blue jones sucker punch

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thedarkcoven · 11 months

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If i knew how to edit videos and make fmvs ISTG I would make an edit for Blue Jones (asylum and club) using the song Werewolf by MIW

#blue jones #blue jones sucker punch #sucker punch #motionless in white #edits i wish i could do #i just think the song fits the man okays

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fyeahvillains · 1 year

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OSCAR ISAAC as BLUE JONES SUCKER PUNCH (2011) dir. ZACK SNYDER

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pimosworld · 3 months

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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.”

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

#blue jones x you #pimosfollowercelebration #valentines celebration #club blue jones #blue jones smut #blue jones x reader #blue jones sucker punch #oscar issac characters #valentinesparty #dress me up #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac characters

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redeyerhaenyra · 7 months

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Hi, it's your worst enemy, Ominoose.

Im ordering some Blue. Club Blue. He gets angry at reader, says something he regrets then has to make up for it? Some hurt/comfort?

For what it's worth

Summary: Blue shoots a guy in front of you, but he makes it up to you.

Warnings: Angst, but then fluff! Hurt/comfort, a guy gets shot, reader is mentioned being covered in blood, Blue is emotionally constipated, let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: Oh god, not YOU again- jk ilysm xx also I HATE the way this turned out it feels so rushed I'm sorry 😭

The dressing room was quiet, apart from the gentle sound of your crying.

Your hands cupped your face- God, you were torn.

On one hand, it was all your fault, you knew the rules and you broke them, how could you be so stupid??

On the other, fuck the rules! They were stupid, you didn't do anything wrong, didn't invite the patrons attention- you were only serving drinks that night anyway! It wasn't your fault.

The guy hadn't even touched you, he just wouldn't stop talking to you. Even after Blue had made it clear that you weren't for sale, he would not listen.

Tried to barter, and bargain his way into your bed with Blue- but, fuck, it was only when you spoke up, trying to affirm Blue's point, did he snap at you to "shut the fuck up."

The guy once trying to buy sex from you, was now defending your honour from your own damn lover, whilst you stared, gobsmacked that Blue would say that to you when you were on his side!

Your "valiant hero" reached to grab your hand, as if to comfort you.

Rookie mistake.

Blue was quicker, he always was, and shot the guy point blank before he could so much as feel your skin.

The club sprang with panic at the gunshot. You stood there dumbfounded, covered in blood spray.

"What the fuck are you standing there for-?! Get inside-" Blue's voice was muffled to you, but you heeded his command, running off into the dressing room whilst Blue and the other girls calmed the crowd.

Which lead you here. Covered in some poor guys blood, sobbing and still coming out of shock.

You felt sick. Was Blue really that shortsighted? To resort to violence so quickly? And.. and leave you drenched in blood???

You didn't know what to do with yourself. Half of you was disgusted with Blue and the other half sought the comfort his presence brought you.

And so, you sat here. Shivering, staring forlornly into the mess of your reflection.

After a while, the door clicked open. You didn't have the strength to look at him, gaze fixed now on the floor as you felt Blue approach you.

...A beat of silence passed.

".....Baby-" His hand, which only a few minutes ago had held the gun responsible for a man's death, tenderly brushed your shoulder. Such a juxtaposition.

You shuddered, and brushed him off you.

"Baby, look at me."

You voice was timid. "..I can't."

"Why not?" "Because if I do I'll just forgive you instantly and.. I.... can't, forgive for that! Blue! Jesus, fuck."

You physically turned away from him, swivelling yourself around in your chair. You heard him sigh, and then felt him lean down to kiss your shoulder. At least this time you didn't spurn his affections.

"You know why I had to do it." "I really don't." "He wouldn't take no for an answer sweetheart, the fuck am I meant to do?" "Not fucking shoot him? I'm.. I'm covered in blood, Blue!"

You had tried hard, and now failed not to cry in front of him, Blue kissed your head, and you let him wrap his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into your hands again.

He gulped. It was like his tongue had turned to stone. You weren't suprised- apologises weren't in Blue's vocabulary.

He wanted to, oh how he so desperately wanted to comfort you. It was like admitting he was at fault was something he was simply unable to do.

For now, Blue settled on holding you till you tears dried out.

"...I'll get the girls to get ya started a nice bath, huh? With the bubbles? And.. I'll get some of that fancy wine I only use for special occasions.."

You shook your head. "...I don't want any of that, Blue." "What do you want?? Please, doll, baby, sweetheart, how do I make it better? Please baby, please-"

You'd never heard him so desperate before, and so finally you turned to look at him;

Only to discover him kneeling before you, like a Knight before his Queen, his big eyes round and wet, begging your forgiveness.

You had no words for him, only a sad glance at the floor.

He moved to cradle your hands in his own, turning them over and kissing each of your knuckles, whispering into them;

"Baby, please, I'll do anything, please doll, please."

Silence passed between you both, Blue now lay his head face down in your lap, nuzzled agasint your thighs.

Then, a sound. A small one, but definite.

"I'm sorry..."

The all but pathetic man before you whined as he spoke, as if the words on his tongue caused him physical pain.

They were enough for you, though. They were all you wanted.

Your hands caressing his slicked-back hair were proof of your acceptance enough, Blue brought himself up to really, really kiss you. He was better at apologising that way anyhow.

You both parted for breath- "I won't do it again baby, I won't, I'll never do that to you ever again, yeah? I'll never ever say those things to do ever again, I promise baby, I love you so much-" It was short lived, as he was kissing you again soon after.

Eventually you parted for the second time, and allowed him to hold you close, squeezing you like one might tightly hug a fluffy toy for comfort.

"...I should really get you cleaned up baby.. not good to be covered in blood all the time, even if it does make you look.." Blue bit his lip, and laughed as your hand flew to cover his mouth.

"Well, I'll take the bath you promised, if you're still offering." "Absolutely baby! Let me go-" he moved to get up, but you pulled him back, "-On one condition."

Blue turned back to you, his gorgeous eyes wide and bright.

"You join me in it."

Blue grinned, and kissed your forehead.

"Doll, I wouldn't have it any other way."

#mushi ♡#blue jones #blue jones sucker punch #blue jones x reader #blue jones fluff #blue jones angst

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melodygatesauthor · 7 months

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Product Demonstration

Club Blue Jones X f!Reader

Blurb 5 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut - Sex Worker Reader

“Look how wet she gets,” one of the men said from the audience.

“Mm, yes gentlemen,” Blue said, addressing them but looking right at you while pumping his thick cock in and out of your arousal drenched cunt. He leaned into you, “make sure to smile baby, nobody wants a sad little fuck toy,” he whispered.

You curled your lips up, moaning louder in an attempt to look happier. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy your time with Blue - in fact you loved it -, but you didn’t like being on display like that. Having so many onlookers while your boss showed you off made you uncomfortable.

“That’s my good girl. Just remember that no matter how many of them are looking at you, you’re mine, alright?” He snapped his hips forward, letting out a breathy moan as he did. “Even when they’re fucking you, they don’t own this body like I do.”

You didn’t respond, knowing Blue wanted you to just be a doll, and nothing else, but his words made you feel good. They made you feel like you were his, and no one else’s. It was as if, for a moment, you could forget that you were on a stage with an audience watching Blue fuck you senseless.

“How much can she take?” Someone else asked.

Blue huffed, slamming into you so hard the table underneath you shifted. You cried out, feeling his thick cock overwhelm you and make your cunt flutter around him. You leaned up, grabbing onto the lapel of his coat, your back arching as his movements became too much.

His hand closed around your throat roughly, “she’ll take whatever you give her, right babydoll?”

His fingers tightened around you threateningly.

“Y-yes sir…”

Melody's 2023 Ficversary Masterlist

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the-oscar-isaac-collective · 4 months

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WE HAVE A THEME & MOD APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!!

Mod Application Form

After collecting the feedback from the interest check, there were some common themes and interests that you all have voted for.

(More below the cut)

The majority of you are chomping at the BIT for idiots to lovers in the SFW portion of the interest check, however, a good portion also wanted enemies, exes, and childhood friends to lovers. Additionally, the majority of people voted for a coffee shop au out of the aus available. So we decided to go with a coffee shop themed fanzine with an emphasis on "blank" to lovers for the trope!

We were going to leave the coffee shop part out, but the whores in the interest check (I say as though I'm not one myself) voted for creampies and breeding, along with things like one bed, loss of virginity, rough sex, e.t.c.

So, given the coffee shop au situation for the SFW section, we saw an opportunity to get clever with the name and make them kind of go together, and thought "people can write/draw about breeding and creampies AND add the one bed trope, loss of virginity, rough sex, e.t.c. if they want to!"

So as you start thinking up the things you want to create for the zine, keep these guidelines in mind...

!!APPLICATIONS FOR ARTISTS AND WRITERS WILL ROLL OUT NEXT WEEK!!

SFW:

You'll be assigned the characters you will work on after the applications have been concluded. WE DON'T SUGGEST STARTING TO WORK ON ANYTHING UNTIL THEN.

Must have something to do with coffee/tea but doesn't have to be exclusively coffee shop au. For instance, if you wrote about Poe and wanted it to take place in the Star Wars universe, it doesn't necessarily have to be at a coffee shop, but should at least involve coffee in some way shape or form.

Fics will be kept between 1.5k min - 3k max word count.

SFW does NOT have to mean fluff, you can have angst, action, drama, e.t.c.

No works may contain anything sexually suggestive, though light flirting or domestic fluff like kissing is allowed. Just nothing too heavy.

All pieces are x reader/x y/n. The gender of the blank reader/ y/n is at the sole discretion of the creator.

There is no skill or experience requirement to participate.

NSFW:

Must have something to do with creampies.

This is NOT a dark fanzine, therefore non-con, extreme dubious consent, and other dark themes are strictly prohibited. We may do a darkzine in the future but this ain't it.

Fics will be kept between 1.5k min - 3k max word count.

The work MUST contain sexual content, and a creampie of course <3

All pieces are x reader/ x y/n. The gender of the blank reader/ y/n is at the sole discretion of the creator.

No threesomes. I know I'm sorry, we're not against them, but in order to keep this zine organized the way we have it planned it just won't work out with more than one person.

No skill or experience requirement to participate.

I'm so excited for you all to join us in this fucking EXCITING project coming up!!! I can't wait to see what you all create for it!!

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jayke0 · 1 month

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Oscar Isaac says it's ok to cry 💙💙💙

#moon knight #sucker punch #revenge for jolly #agora #robbie paulson #steven grant #blue jones #cecil dennis #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months

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Hey, its Ominoose, your all time biggest fan here. Blue time.

You're a patient at the hospital, his favourite, he's always possessive. A new guy joins the staff and tries it with you, either flirting or getting handsy. Blue finds out, gets possessive. Maybe coddles you a bit ?? Idk, just... Blue <3

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Firstly @ominoose you are far too kind, secondly I'm sorry this took so long, thirdly I’m so sorry Blue is fucking insane in this.

He’s jealous! He’s whiney! He's a warning in himself!

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a patient, swearing, also I haven't proof read this correctly because I just can't look at it any longer, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2079

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“It’s time to go in.” Timothy’s voice made you jump. He was pretty nice, for an orderly. He’d only started two weeks ago and already he had half of the patients swooning and making heart eyes at him. Just over the fact that he seemed vaguely kind, and not the sort of person that would push someone under a bus for the fun of it.

“Oh,” you closed your book, lightly bending the corner to mark your page. They didn’t let you have bookmarks in here, ‘weapons’ apparently. Though how you could do more damage than a paper cut was beyond you.

“Sorry.” You mumble as you get up from your spot under the tree, you hadn’t heard the pips which normally alerted you to the end of outside time.

Timothy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s okay, no problem, I could see you were absorbed in your book.” His expression is soft, caring. “Is it good?”

You nod, eyeing him with a little uncertainty.

“It’s nice to see patients reading, I think it’s really calming, you know?” He smiles again, tilting his head to the side and taking a fraction of a step closer. “I’ll take you in,” he places his hand on your bicep gently, just to guide you towards the door. All the other patients have gone inside already.

“I see you reading a lot, you must like it huh?” He says good-naturedly.

“There’s not a lot else to do.” You say softly when he looks to you for an answer.

Timothy laughs kindly, “Well, that and getting better I guess?”

“Hmm.” While he seemed harmless enough, you knew from experience that it was always better to err on the side of caution with orderlies, especially new ones. And even more so with ones that seemed friendly.

He pauses, haunting your movements with the hand on your arm. “You know, you should smile a bit.”

Ah. There it was.

You frown.

“I mean,” he blushes a little and runs his free hand through his hair. “Not like that, do what you want, of course. I just heard that smiling releases happy chemicals you know? Makes you feel happy even if you’re just doing the expression.”

Oh.

You look at him carefully, scrutinising for any malice and find none. You smile a little and nod. Maybe he’s-

“McCarthy!” Blue bellows from across the courtyard, his voice snapping against you like a whip.

Timothy visually jumps at the sound of his last name, turning quickly, but not letting go of your arm. Blue marches over. His eyes seem brighter than usual, gleaming with a mad, impulsive energy that rolls off him in waves.

Timothy audibly gulps as Blue stops in front of him.

Blue smiles, all teeth like a chimp bearing a warning. “What are you doing?” He says calmly.

“I, I was just taking them inside.”

Blue doesn’t even look at you. “Why?”

“It’s, erm, it’s time to go in?” He shifts a little nervously.

Blue leans a fraction closer, dropping his voice dangerously low. “Is it?”

Timothy gulps and nods, wide-eyed.

“Take your fucking hand off their arm.” He growls.

Timothy lets go of you as if he’s been burnt, stepping back, holding his hands up in apology.

Blue clenches his jaw, his shoulders pulled back and begins to stalk forward, closing the gap and removing the slither of space Timothy tried to place between them.

“Blue,” you whisper, low and soft, as you brush against his forearm with your little finger.

His attention snaps to you instantly, the tension leaking out of his expression.

“It’s okay.” You nod at him, keeping your voice that same gentle quiet tone.

He grabs hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before looking back to Timothy and giving him a glare that could have easily stripped flesh from bone. “Get back to your post.”

Timothy didn’t have to be told twice.

He scampered back, rushing through the door and not even giving either of you a glance over his shoulder.

You squeeze Blue’s hand back. “You’re not going to have any more new staff if you keep terrifying them like that.”

He doesn’t listen to you, his muscles tense as he lightly traces the place where Timothy’s hand had been. “Why was he touching you?”

“He was taking me back inside.”

“And you let him?” He glances up at you with dangerous eyes.

You nod. In your heart of hearts you know he understands why you couldn’t refuse.

His grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly. “Why?”

“Would you rather I had, and been put in solitary?”

His expression softens again and he shakes his head ever so slightly. “He wouldn’t have dared.” He whispers, so quiet you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and pulling up the sleeve of your t-shirt so he can get to your skin.

You yelp in surprise as he bites your arm, sinking his teeth into the spot where Timothy's hand had rested moments previously, before he soothes the spot with his tongue. Instantly you flinch back, but he holds you firm as he sucks a hasty love bite into your skin.

His chin is a mess with salvia when he pulls back, his fingers digging into you.

You barely get a chance to open your mouth, to intake a quick gulp of air before he’s yanking you towards him, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and forcing his mouth onto yours.

Despite the frenzied heat, the kisses are soft, careful as he slides his tongue into your mouth and presses his body flush against yours. He whimpers a little as you kiss him back, nipping a little at your bottom lip and pressing his warm palm against your lower back so that you have nowhere to escape to as he grinds his half-hard cock between your legs.

It takes him a moment longer than you thought it would for him to stop, pull back a fraction, breathing hard. For a second you think he’s remembered himself, remembered that you’re both in the middle of the grounds with the asylum's large windows looking down on both of you. But the glazed look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care.

“Don’t want him to touch you,” he mutters, tracing his fingers along your jawline.

“I know Blue.” You say soothingly.

“Don’t want anyone to touch you.” He kisses you again, three light, quick pecks to your lips. “Other people… they’re not careful. They don’t understand how to take care… they break things.” He shakes his head. “They’re not allowed to break my things.”

You lean a little closer, closing your eyes and rubbing your nose against his. “I know Blue.”

His kiss is harder this time, his fingers a touch too firm as he squeezes your jaw and holds you in place.

You don’t mind though, don’t care as you feel his fingers twitch, his grip relaxing as you lick into his mouth.

He pulls back a fraction, his warm breath hitting your cheeks. “Need to make you cum.” He mutters into your mouth, not giving you even a second to respond before he turns and marches back, further away from the asylum doors and pulling you along with him.

“Blue!” Your book slips out of your hands and you practically have to jog as he yanks on your arm, moving with a frenzied energy to the large, old oak tree you were sat underneath moments before.

He pulls you around so that you’re hidden from the asylum’s windows and pushes you up against the bark.

“My book-”

“I’ll get it in a sec’ baby,” he murmurs, his voice almost slurred as he gazes over your body, taking every detail in before he drops to his knees.

“I don’t think-”

“You don’t have to think.” He bites softly at your hip as he hurriedly pulls down your trousers and panties, yanking them off your right leg and not bothering to completely remove them from your left. “Just be good.” He mutters, his mouth thick with salvia. His fingers dig into your skin as he grabs hold of your right thigh and hoists it over his shoulder. Not even pausing before his mouth is on you.

Your breath leaves your lips as a whine as he licks, broad, fat swipes of his tongue through your folds and up to circle and tease your clit.

“Blue,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders so support as he repeats the action over and over again, digging his fingers into your thighs and urging you to buck into his face.

He moans against you as you say his name, swirling an extra circle around your clit before he’s dragging his tongue back down and up again. Groaning as he completely devours you.

The wet sounds are practically obscene, even without your building cries that you are trying your hardest to muffle, it would be obvious what the two of you were doing to anyone in the vague vicinity. But you quickly lost any residual thought of caring the second his mouth was on you.

He pushes you harder against the tree, practically forcing you onto tiptoes as your right leg squeezes against his back and pulls him closer.

He rakes his teeth over your bundle of nerves, chuckling at your little sharp intake of breath before he sucks on your clit like a man possessed.

You moan loudly, throwing your head back against the tree bark as your legs shake and nerve endings are flayed raw with pleasure. He keeps sucking, grinding his face against you as he pulls your orgasm from your body, giving you little say in the matter.

Your vision whites out for a second as your back arches, your fingers digging into and bruising his skin.

You barely have a moment to recover, the aftershock still running along your limbs as he pulls your leg from his shoulder and moves back. You nearly stumble for a second, weak without his support, but then his hands are around your thighs and spreading you wide as he pushes inside.

He groans as you gasp in surprise, grinning at the way your eyebrows pinch together. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just presses until he is completely sheathed, his length splitting you wide open.

“Fuccck…” he moans and bucks shallowly, once, twice, before really starting to move. Setting a brutal, frantic pace that has you holding onto him for dear life as sparks of pleasure coil and glide out from your core.

“You take me so good baby, so good for me,” he kisses you hard, nuzzling into your cheek and neck as he pounds into you in a frenzy.

It’s like he has you memorised, every spot to make you scream, and cry, and beg for more, as he hits deliciously deep, angling his hips just so that you see stars with every thrust.

“Blue,” you moan into his mouth, feel him grin at how wrecked you sound. “I’m-”

He changes the tempo ever so slightly and you practically scream for him.

“That good, huh baby? Need my cock that much, hmm?”

You nod, unable to form words.

“Only my cock, yeah? Only me. No one else, no one else is gonna take care of you like this, no one else is gonna make this pussy feel so good, no one else is allowed.” He growls.

You gasp, pleasure building to a dizzying high. “Please, gonna cum, please.”

He whines, biting his lip, his voice softening despite the sudden increase of his thrusts. “Oh baby please, please, I need it. Please cum on my cock, please. Need you to cum, need you to feel good, let me make you cum,” thrust, “please,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “no one else.”

“Just you.” You manage to stammer out as bliss overtakes every thought, washing over you in waves and rippling across your very soul.

Blue lets out a strangled cry as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper and pulling his own orgasm from his bones. He buries his face into your neck and bites down, his saliva socking into your t-shirt as he muffles his moans.

He stays close as you both recover, littering your face with kisses until you're giggling, and playfully trying to push his face away.

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