#Blue Jones fanfic

[lis-likes-fics]

Would You Mind?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighs internally. “Has it now?”

“It has,” he hummed.

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

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

“I'll give you 15 thousand for her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of fucking money…

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

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

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

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

You belong to him.

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and Blue had a routine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is new,” he rasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smile wide. “Okay, Blue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Blue–”

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

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

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

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

He smiles slyly. “Yes, you may.”

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

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

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

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

“Please?” “Please?”

“Please who?”

“Please, sir.”

“Now put it all together.”

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

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

God, the things you do to this man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir,” you smile slightly.

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

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

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

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

“Beg me,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

“You want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You try again. “Bl–”

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

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

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

You nod, “Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Blue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pygmi-cygni]

Hi so its definitely not ominoose here btw. Defos.

Anyways beloved pygmi.... I'd like some fluff about being Blues favourite pls xoxo

hm....I've noticed you have a tendency to like blue things...blue jones, apocalypse, prince john's eyes are blue...😏

JUST KIDDING MOOSE ILY YES I CAN GIVE U SOME BLUE 😗

Blue would buy you everything under the sun. clothes, jewelry, perfume, makeup, shoes, hell he'd probably buy you a pet cat or something.

does it because he loves watching the other girls stare at you jealously while he can brag about having you all to himself. also you are the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

needs to know where you are at all times. if he can't see you, you could be in danger or found another hotter guy or misbehaving....he can't have that! so he likes to keep you nice and safe on his lap or tucked up in his office.

if a client is bothering you he'll dispose of them immediately. it's well known in the club that if anyone pisses you off, blue will have their head on a spike.

makes a big show of holding somebody at knifepoint and then asking you if you want him to kill them

surprisingly will listen if you say no, but he'll be pouty and need some hugs later.

pet names but the nice kind. lovey, dearest, honey, my love, none of the 'princess, sugar, pet,' schmooze he leaves for the other girls.

likes it when you wear normal clothes, like a sundress or normal-ish makeup. Blue thinks it compliments you best and keeps you separate from the club. you're too gentle for the sleazy stage so he wants you to be nice and pretty.

if he doesn't feel like working he'll just hole up in his room and pamper you all day.

sings you to sleep, with nice pretty songs, not the club stuff. he makes a point to treat you as gently as possible.

@ominoose love u bby....

[midgardian-witch]

Howdy, its Ominoose. Making good on my threat.

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

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

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

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

Broken Toys

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

ships: Blue Jones/Reader

AO3

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

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

Nobody wants to be on his bad side. 

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

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

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

Sadly the giving types are a rarity. 

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

But this time was different. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t just stand there. Strip!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[blackleatherjacketz]

I really hate the new formatting of these gifs. That being said, Happy Birthday Oscar!

Squeaky Wheel

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch) x Female Reader

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

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

Word Count: 3K

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

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

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

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tense

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 4593

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

Nathan grins, clearly amused at your reaction. 

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

Nathan snorts, “does he?”

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

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

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

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

You nod. “What’s his name?”

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

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

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

“You made him smaller?”

“Sorry?” 

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

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

You hum an affirmative. 

“So… why does he look like you?”

“Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Isn’t it?” 

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

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

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

You give him a not so convinced look. 

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

“What?” 

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

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

Nathan snorts. “But?”

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

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

“Nathan,” you say warningly.  

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

“Am I getting fired?” You joke. 

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

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

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

“You Asimov Lawed him?”

“Pretty much.”

You nod again. “Okay.” 

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

“Nathan?” 

He turns. 

“Does he know he’s a robot?”

Nathan nods.

“And that you made him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.” 

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

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

“Blu-”

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

“I don’t think…”

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

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

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

You let out a small sigh. 

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

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

“Good.” He whispers, his voice low. 

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

“Move forward a little.”

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blue was at one of the counters, chopping vegetables. 

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

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

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

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

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

“For me?” 

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

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

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

Blue raises his eyebrows and gives you a small smirk.

“Nathan, got it.” 

“He said you liked pasta, so.”

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

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

“I wanted to.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue-”

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

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

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

A bed would be better. “Erm…”

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

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

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

. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue, fuck-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blue, I- oh fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

You lightly touch his ribs and he smiles. 

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whine, your muscles tensing as you get close. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking beautiful,” Nathan whispers. 

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. But he tuts.

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

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

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

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

“What?” He grins. 

“Of course, you have a big dick.” 

Nathan puffs out his chest a little. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods, his eyes lidded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blue smiles and squeezes your hand. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Words:705

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date: 09.10.2024

I thought there were gonna be more stories with Cassie Sandsmark but alright.

OFC = Original Female Character

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Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

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Poly ships were included.

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Anyone want to fire in some requests for a quick fic?? Im bored and need to get back in writing!!!

Moon knight boys

Miguel O’Hara

Jonathan levy

Leto Atreides

Santiago pope Garcia

Blue jones

Nathan Bateman

Poe Dameron

Please and thank you ☺️☺️☺️☺️

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

Guys, where do you find good fanfics? ;-;

I can't find any for a while. Maybe I can't search... Maybe it's because ai is popular now? (not that I don't use it, but I definitely suck at writing human interactions)

Please feed me with Oscar Isaac things ;-; I'm almost over a terrible internship for my university degree and I feel drained from my whole life essence

[abubblingcandle]

If you're still taking words: Greyhound, goal, and/or grin.

Greyhound - from A Treatment Room Doors Moment

“Come in then I can let him run,” Jamie groaned as he bent down and pulled Champ into his arms. As soon as Jamie’s arms were under his stomach, the greyhound went limp. His head rested on Jamie’s chest and legs dangled. “Awww,” Keeley purred, clutching a hand over her heart. “He likes cuddles, it’s the only way to keep him still,” Jamie grins and heads back into the hotel room with dog in arms. “God, he is dog Jamie,” Keeley hissed and giggled as they followed him inside.

This sprinted added 306 words to Ch5! 🙌

Grin(ned) - from Dutch Sky Blue

“Oh, sorry Jan. What can I do for you?” Ted asked, smile still plastered on his face. “Well my family are all coming to see the game and have invited me for an evening meal while I am back home. So may I be excused from the team bonding?” Jan’s voice is soft and tender but they can all hear an uncharacteristic buzz of excitement underneath. “Of course! I hadn’t even thought of our resident Dutch. And I trust you, don’t worry about the curfew,” Ted grinned and winked. “Hey that’s not fair!” Colin shouted but couldn’t hide the teasing grin as Jan turned around looking outraged. “I would not trust you either Colin,” Jan then bit back sending the whole bus into raucous laughter.

Another 310 words added from this sprint 🙌

Goal(s) - from God Forbid You Leave Me

“We do need more goals,” Beard pointed out, breaking the tense silence hanging over the Diamond Dogs. The vice grip around Higgins’ chest eased as someone else said something vaguely complimentary about Jamie. Now it wouldn’t be weird if he agreed and put himself on the side of pro-Jamie. “We really need more goals,” Higgins chimed in, hopefully in an appropriately enthusiastic manner. Both Ted and Beard turned and frowned at him slightly. Ok he may have over shot it.

And finally 220 words to Ch2! 😍

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{ Stay With Me, Sway With Me }

Part 1

Author's Note: WOW I FINALLY DID IT THIS DIDN'T TAKE LITERALLY 2 YEARS TO BRING INTO FRUITION

Warnings: Blue Jones, Death, Murder. Some suggestive themes but nothing too bad until the next chapters. Lmk if I missed something!!

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Lola Lovebird was exactly what she sounded like; a love bird. She worked a prestigious club in up town, brushing shoulders and sharing drinks with only the most refined aristocrats. Her lover, Leon, worked across from her at the bar. His skills were unmatched, a master mixologist and a fox with the ladies, though he had eyes only for Lola. She was a singer. Long, form fitting dresses and gentle sparkles adorned her body as she stepped on stage each night. Her voice could be described only as a sensation akin to liquid, soft and somehow velvety like a warm cup of coco. Something about the club laid forth an atmosphere of passion. Maybe it was the carpets, red and velvety, matching the long drapes around the stage and sparse windows. Many said it was the management.

Enter Blue Jones. He was a businessman before anything else, a brilliant mind with an eye for attractive women and high quality booze. Naturally, he became the town’s leading supplier of both. He referred to the women that worked for him as his girls; it was never truly clear if they were performers or right out prostitutes, but it didn’t matter either. The police were well aware of Blue’s joint, and were frequent patrons at that. 

Due to the nature of such a club, Lola quickly became a target for the patrons at Blue’s club. Her voice serenaded guests for much of the evening, interrupted sporadically by dances performed by her coworkers. It was understandable for the club-goers to assume that Lola was like the other girls that worked for Blue. After all, she dressed like them, danced like them, sang like them, it was practically impossible to tell the difference! Yet something did set her apart; Leon. Leon was in love with Lola. It was indisputable! So in love, in fact, that he would start fights with patrons at the slightest offense. A look that Leon even slightly suspected of being suggestive would lead to a bloody nose, usually for Leon. Yet he never stopped fighting. He stated that he believed it was the right thing to do, to defend his girl. Lola didn’t like when he said that. That’s what Blue called her. The arguments were short lived though, their love far stronger than petty spats over workplace hold ups.

One evening a young man came in and sat in the front row of the club, right in time for Lola’s performance. She stepped on stage, adorned with delicate body glitter and a form fitting, slimming white dress that glimmered in the warm stage lighting. As she sang her body moved gently, swaying with the beat produced by the music coming over the loudspeakers. Her voice was like a trance, it captivated everyone in the room. The stranger, Leon, and Blue. He’d been keeping a keen eye on her for some time now. He seemed rather attached to Lola, to her voice, her personality, her body. Tonight was no difference, as Blue stood in his white suit, leaning against a wall sipping a martini, watching Lola perform. Leon was more than happy to serve drinks at the bar, entranced by his lover’s velvet lined vocals. 

As her set came to an end, the stranger in the front called out to her. Lola nodded and approached, smiling as she began to talk to the man. He reached out to hold her hand, a gesture Leon quickly took note of. Moving out and away from the bar he approached the man who had taken a liking to his Lola. He asked what the man was doing, taking note of the prominent stone embedded in one of the large rings on his hand. The stranger stood, positioning himself next to Lola and pulling her close to him despite Lola’s discomfort. Leon’s attitude only intensified, his brows furrowing as he demanded the large stranger take a step away from Lola. Things escalated quickly from there. In a flash the stranger had thrown a punch at Leon, sending him to the ground in a moment of surprise. Stumbling to his feet, Leon threw a flimsy punch back, only to be hit twice as hard. Things intensified until a full fist fight was occurring in front of Lola and the other Patrons. She did all that she could to break up the fight, attempting to pull the stranger off of Leon only to be thrown backward into the stage. At the sound of Lola hitting the stage Leon pulled from his pocket a small revolver. No sooner was the gun made visible did a shot go off, but not from Leon’s gun. Lola’s eyes slammed shut, hands covering her face as a liquid splattered across her white dress. Hesitantly peeking through her fingers, she was greeted with the sight of Blue Jones standing across the room with a revolver drawn, pointed directly where her Leon had been. Shifting toward the ground, Lola found her Leon limp on the floor. Collapsing to her knees she began to call out to him, a pool of crimson spreading quickly from the wound in his chest. “Leon, Leon my love-” But no sooner than the words left her mouth, Leon was gone. The light faded from his eyes, his gun still clutched in his now limp hand. Lola looked at her poor Leon, tears beginning to sting her cheeks as they ran down her face, further ruining her dress and mixing with the still warm blood splattered across the floor. The pronounced sound of footsteps allerted her to the approach of someone. Standing quickly to her feet, she whirled around to shout at who she assumed to be the stranger Leon had been fighting with. As her mouth opened, she was silenced by the words of who she faced. “You owe me a new carpet. And that dress.” He spoke, eyes unimpressed as ever. Blue stood mere inches from Lola, his face cold and stale as he wrapped his revolver in a cloth and replaced it inside his coat pocket. “A- A new what..?” She questioned, still very much in shock. “A new carpet, and a new dress. You ruined those when you decided to get so close to Mr Liability over there. While you’re at it, you owe that man an apology.” 

He gestured to the large man who Leon had been fighting with, who by this point had been staring at Lola for some time now. His large hand slipped around her waist, once again pulling her body closer to his. Somehow his smile was sickening.

[pygmi-cygni]

sick bug - orderly!blue jones

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

thinking of doing a sickfic series lmk

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

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

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

Great.

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

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

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

Blue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh.

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

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

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

it was cold.

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

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

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

Blue raised his eyebrows, one hand parting the curtain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He paused halfway through the bowl.

"Gonna puke?"

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

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

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

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

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

Blue poked your leg with his toe.

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

The lights flickered on and off.

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

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

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

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

"Promise not to tell?"

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

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

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

The lights blinked again.

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

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

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

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[midgardian-witch]

shame on y'all for not choosing sub!orderly!Blue Jones x doctor!Reader *side eye*

Omg, thank you, anon. This really made me laugh 😂

The people want what the people want. And what they want is subby Steven being pretty.

Blue will get his subby ass beat soon enough. So no worries about that, anon 💙

Again: thank you for that ask. It really made me laugh because ngl I kinda thought the same when I saw the results of that poll 😅 (maybe I just don't have the right audience for that yet who knows)

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Domestic Battles

Chapter 70: His Plan

There was a quiet moment when everyone in the diner let Belle's simple but effective plan sink in. The only way to keep people in town safe would be to lock them all away in separate places. But that was impossible. The rage people would feel when the curse hit meant that even if everyone stayed locked in their own rooms, they'd claw their way out eventually. And they could chain themselves down or anchor themselves to trees but for how long? How long until the rage they felt inside became self-destructive and they killed themselves trying to get free? How long until people locked in rooms they truly couldn't be free of starved to death? How long until those who didn't attempt to restrict themselves searched out others and let them go?

It was going to be a bloodbath, absolute chaos. And the one good thing about that was that it felt like this plan of his, the story he intended to tell Belle and Henry one day soon about their escape, it might be more true than false.

"I have to get Neal from Granny," Mary Margaret commented, finally breaking the silence and making her way to the inn.

Neal. He hadn't even thought about the boy that bore his son's name, that Belle was no doubt becoming fond of because she became fond of everyone she cared for.

"Look for him on the way out if you want," Nimue sighed in frustration. "Just get to work!"

"I'll make phone calls," David planned. "I'll reach as many as I can."

It would never be enough.

"I need to go get back to Henry. Lock him away somewhere safe, somewhere even I can't reach him!" Regina explained, demanding his attention unexpectedly.

"I can take care of that for you," he offered.

Damn near every face in the room turned back to look at him, and that was when he realized that though his mind had been working and he'd been speaking to Nimue, this was the first time he'd said anything to the collective.

"Really?!" Regina balked at him. "Have you really been here this entire time?!"

"Unfortunately," the Blue Bug breathed with disdain.

He ignored her and focused on the situation at hand. He had an opportunity he hadn't expected, and he planned not to waste it.

"I can hide Henry if you like," he offered again. "My magic is stronger than yours."

"Over my dead body!" she exclaimed. He'd hoped that reminding her that he was far more capable of keeping Henry safe from her than she was would be helpful. But clearly, it wasn't. "I will take care of my son just like I'm sure you'll take care of your wife! Unless, of course, you are willing to make a trade?"

He sneered at the suggestion that he would ever hand Belle over to Regina for any reason, let alone something like this. He knew how this curse worked, probably every bit as well as Regina did. She knew what she was likely to become and, therefore, who she was likely to target. It would start with the most obvious of enemies, and then as more and more died, people would work their way down to people they loved. Mary Margaret would be Regina's first stop, and Henry would be her last, which meant Belle would be somewhere in the middle, and that was too great a risk.

He'd offer to hide Regina himself, his magic was likely the only magic in town that could effectively seal her away and keep the people safe, but-

"We want chaos, Rumpelstiltskin!" Nimue reminded him. "If they do break the curse before we leave, then we'll need something to cover our tracks with the magical bugs. The more villains you have roaming the streets, the better. Besides, if she does hide the boy, you'll need to find him, won't you."

"Didn't think so," Regina commented, properly interpreting his silence. She left the diner with an unnecessary slam of the door and the others followed soon after. They followed because they knew what he already did, it was time to make preparations.

Before, he'd wanted to get Belle out of the diner simply so Hook could go in and capture the fairies. He still wanted that, but now he needed to get Belle to a designated safe place. The curse was going to hit, and she needed to be away and off the streets, safe from Regina and her father and any other lowlife in the city who might want to harm her.

But he felt his heart leap into his chest when one of the fairies grabbed a coat and mentioned they should leave, get back to the convent before the storm hit. That would be an unexpected wrench in his plans.

But Superior yelled "Stop!" before they could leave the building. "The potion, destroy what we have," she ordered. "We can't risk anyone else using what we have here after the curse hits."

"No! Wait!" Belle shrieked.

"I'm sorry, Belle, but things will be bad enough. We can't risk anyone getting their hands on it and making things worse."

"No, but…but the Light Magic to make the potion; I understand it takes skill, but there is a chance, isn't there? A chance that Emma could make it work?"

"I'm afraid it's never that simple," Superior argued, shaking her head.

"But she could do it?!" Belle fought back, unrelenting, in a way that made him smile. She was born to be a Gold. "The hair and her Light Magic, she could make the vaccine or at least enough for those of us who know how to assemble it if she found Anna."

"In theory, yes, but-"

"Then we leave it here! Just like this. Make sure it's completely prepared, and I'll leave Emma a note with instructions on it."

As if summoned by her own fury a roll of thunder shook the room. It was close. Too close. Some of the fairies gasped, others put their hands to their mouths, very aware of the warning the storm was delivering. They were nearly out of time.

"Belle," he urged, moving closer. "We really need to get you-"

"Safe, I know, but Rumple…" she sidestepped the Blue Fairy so that she could take his hand and squeeze it as if that alone was supposed to bring him reassurance. "I have to see this through. We have time enough for that. A chance is better than nothing."

She didn't give him an opportunity to argue. Instead, she found a piece of paper and a pen and immediately began jotting down what he could only assume were instructions that Emma would need. He let her. But only because there was no use in playing the bad guy. He wanted Belle to remember that he was supportive of her in this mission later, and there was no better way to prove that than to let her finish, especially as so many other fairies immediately swarmed the Blue Fairy, urging her to do something about Belle to stop her so they could go. One of them went so far as to suggest that Belle needed to go with them to the convent so she could be protected.

"Once she starts something, there's no stopping her until it's finished!" he yelled at them on her behalf and, if he was honest, out of sheer anger. How dare any of them assume she wasn't going with her husband! "The moment she's done I'm taking her with me."

His comments seemed to shut them up fairly quickly. And he began making plans. He could no longer be certain that the fairies would remain here when he got Belle out of the diner, but the good news was that it seemed like they intended to shelter in the convent, probably in their separate rooms. It was going to mean more work for Hook, obviously. But the change was something he could work with.

"They found her!"

Belle's voice suddenly broke through the din of noise humming in the diner. Silence fell.

"They found her!" she exclaimed again, hurrying over to Mother Superior and showing her something on her phone. "They found her, they found Anna! She's bringing her back right now! With the necklace!"

His jaw nearly dropped. "That's almost too good to be true," he stated. Anna was in Arendelle, frozen; she should be dead by now. All this time, and just in the nick of time, they'd found her?! Hadn't Emma just walked out the door five minutes ago?!

"No…" the Blue Bug corrected as a smile stretched over her mouth. "that's the power of Light Magic. And faith! Ladies…it appears our hope has been restored. Prepare everything!" she shouted at the others before looking back at him. "Well…appears I was right all along, Dark One. You've learned nothing in your time here!"

He sneered at the bitch. Oh, he may have several regrets in the future that would all stem from what he was about to do in the next few hours. But there was one he was absolutely sure he'd never regret in all his life.

The world would be a better place without the scum known as fairies.

"I've learned not to trust that plans go as they should," he commented before letting his gaze drift to Belle.

Now. It had to be now. If he had any hope of making sure this curse happened, then he needed to get Belle out of here now! Hook was only going to have a small window between their departure and the arrival of the others, but if it didn't happen, then this entire plan was for not. And after spending the last few hours in the presence of the fairies, he was suddenly very determined to make sure that his plan went off without a hitch.

"Belle, we really need to get you someplace safe. Belle!"

She had nodded and was about to take a step in his direction with that bitch of a fairy pulled her away again. He damn near growled in frustration. Playing the good guy and being on his best behavior while doing it was the most irritating thing in the world. Why anyone wanted to be a hero was beyond him!

The Bug pulled Belle into the back room, hardly secure or private, and magically he overheard Belle hiss "can we make this work?" with renewed excitement. "I know we're nearly out of time, but can you make the counter spell, inoculate yourselves, then send Emma and Elsa to help the others after the spell hits?"

"We can," the fairy confirmed. "There's just enough time, but…I don't like him here. I don't want the Dark One to know how to do magic like this. These secrets have been kept sacred for years, and I won't be the one that allows them to fall into hands like his."

Fucking fairies…

Did she really think he didn't know how to create a simple fucking counter curse already?! Hell, this was Belle's idea. It was probably in one of his books that she'd found it!

"I can get him to leave," Belle promised, nearly making him hit the ceiling with joy. Whatever it took to get her out of here, he didn't care what it was. "Can you do the rest without me?"

"If she truly has found this Anna then we already have. All that needs done is to add her hair to the spell since we don't need to extract the previous curse from the necklace. But if you're leaving, you should be somewhere safe until Emma can get the counter curse to you."

"Rumple will keep me safe."

Her confidence…it make him smile.

"Can you be sure about that?" the fairy hissed. "This isn't a time for compliance or statements or even blind faith. You have to be sure."

"I'm sure," she declared without hesitation. A moment later, Belle came striding out of the back room in his direction. This time, no one stopped her. "Rumple! So, Anna's on her way!" she explained breathlessly. She gathered her things up from him and he made it as far as the door with her before she turned back around and gave the room another look. A final look, he hoped.

"Do you really think they can do it?" she asked with concern in her voice. He meant what he said, once his wife started something she always saw it through to the end. Not being able to was going to kill her. But staying would be no better for her either. Here or in Storybrooke. There was a wider world beyond the town line with plenty of new opportunities unfulfilled. She'd find rest in completing those. One day…

"Well, perhaps, but uh…if there's one thing I've learned, it's never trust a fairy," he spat out before turning his attention to her. "Come. Let's get you someplace safe. Just in case…"

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Pet and Toy

Club!Blue Jones x Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 20: orgy/group

Summary: Blue's pet needs a new playmate.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). I'm gonna just gesture vaguely.

Warnings: kissing, threesome, oral (both receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, gonna say dubious consent because reader works in Blue's club, collars, some dub/sub dynamics, Cecil is referred to as 'pet', not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2202

“Come in.” 

Nerves run along your limbs, practically paralysing you. You’d tried to knock as softly as you could, and he still fucking heard. 

You open the door and close it behind you as you step inside Blue’s office. 

Fear makes you slow and it takes you a second to add two and two together to make four. But you get there after a few seconds. 

Despite the calm and collected way he looks at you from where he is sat behind his desk, fully clothed, someone is obviously sicking his dick under it. 

You swallow. And say nothing. 

He gestures with his hand, “Come closer.” 

You do as you’re told, walking to stand in front of his desk, your hands behind your back. You keep looking at his face, not daring to glance anywhere else.

Blue smiles. “Here.” He points next to him. 

Painfully slowly, as if you could somehow wriggle out of this in the minimal amount of time it takes you to walk around. 

His trousers aren’t even pushed down, only his fly unzipped. At first, you think the mess of brown curls between his legs belongs to another dancer, but you quickly realise that this person doesn’t work in the club. In that manner anyway. 

Blue’s still smiling as he catches you looking. He takes your right wrist when you’re close enough. His grip isn’t hard, but the threat of it’s there. 

“You’re very beautiful.” He says softly, and it isn’t what you were expecting to hear at all over the slurps of a very messy blow job. “Take off your clothes.” You swallow, but do as he asks without much pause. There was little point in objecting. He hums in satisfaction as you strip, releasing your wrist. 

“Come closer.” He whispers when you’re finished, his voice low, and you step nearer. “Pet, here,” he tucks his fingers under the chin of the man between his legs, lifting his head up as he takes hold of your hand. His grip is soft, gentle even. 

The man groans a little as Blue moves him back and looks up at you with soft brown shining eyes. 

“This is Cecil,” Blue strokes his hair and Cecil smiles warmly, looking like the sun rising from a dark night sky. “My pet gets lonely, you see.” Blue’s talking to you as if he’s interviewing you for a job position and not standing completely bare in front of him. “I need to find him a playmate for when I’m busy, someone to keep an eye on him.” 

Cecil presses his face into Blue’s hand, and Blue laughs softly. 

“You make me sound like I can’t take care of myself,” Cecil grumbles, poking out his bottom lip ever so slightly. 

Blue kisses the top of his head and, while he isn’t looking directly at you, you can’t help but sneak a small look at his erection. You gulp. 

And Cecil giggles. “They looked.” He whispered in Blue’s ear. 

Blue’s fingers twitch and tighten a little in yours, but he keeps his gaze on Cecil. Stroking his hair soothingly. 

“Now, now,” he tuts charmingly, “you shouldn’t tell tales.” 

Cecil giggles and presses his face into Blue’s chest as he turns back to you. 

“You’ll have to forgive him, he is a little cheeky at times. Here,” he gently pulls at your hand, urging you to bend down, and when you do he puts his other hand to your cheek and guides your lips to his. 

The kiss is surprisingly soft, tender even. And completely not what you were expecting. He runs his tongue over your lip and smiles as he pulls back. “Pet?” 

Cecil jumps to his feet eagerly and Blue lets go of you, letting you stand back up as Cecil grins at you and stands close. Blue pushes his chair back further from the desk.

Cecil’s impressive cock bobs against his stomach as he moves, almost as completely naked as you are. The only piece of clothing, if you could call it that, was a thick leather collar around his neck.

“Hi.” He says, all sunshine, as if he was living in a completely different world to the one you were inhabiting. “Blue says you’re newish, only been here a few weeks?” 

You nod. 

“Aww, you quiet? That’s okay.” He grins friendly and lightly places his hands on your upper arms. He rubs your skin for a second before he leans forward and kisses you a little greedily. 

He hums happily when you reciprocate and presses closer, opening his mouth to let you slip your tongue between his lips. 

His eyes are softly glazed when he pulls back, a dopey smile plastered to his face. “You taste nice.” He mutters. “Sweet.” He kisses you once more, quick but still soft before burying his face into your neck and breathing deeply. 

“Now, now,” Blue tugs him back a fraction and Cecil scowls, petulant and sulking. But he still follows Blue’s command and moves away from you, sinking back down to his knees in front of Blue - who motions to you. 

“Come and sit.” He pats his thigh and you pause for a fraction of a second. “Aw, like a little deer in highlights. Here,” He takes your wrist again, guiding you into the position he wants on his lap, your back to his chest and facing outwards. His thick heavy cock digs into your spine, salvia and precum rubbing onto your skin. 

Blue makes sure your legs are on the outside of his and spreads his thighs, in turn spreading yours. Lightly he kisses your neck, chuckling at the rapid beating of your heart. “We’re not going to hurt you.” He whispers, silky sweet. “You’re being so well behaved.” He lightly wraps his arms over the top of yours, holding you close against him. 

He turns to Cecil, who’s still sitting patiently, “You need to taste more to see if they’re really sweet.” and Cecil grins.

He moves forward eagerly, placing his warm hands on your inner thighs and pushing them further apart. 

You jump at the sudden touch, tensing, but Blue hushes you, squeezing his arms and keeping you still as he bites and sucks at your neck. 

Cecil kisses your clit softly before he licks a thick stripe through your folds with his board tongue. 

You gasp, shivering and Blue chuckles. The sound reverberates through you. 

“Sensitive?” He mutters against your skin.

“So sweet,” Cecil groans, lapping eagerly and making you squirm and shake. 

A little sigh slips past your lips and Blue grins. 

“He’s very good with his mouth, isn’t he?” 

You bite back a whine as Blue kneads your breast and sinks his teeth into your neck. 

Instinctively your thighs try to close, to squeeze together, but Blue spreads his legs further apart, chuckling as you writhe. 

Cecil runs his tongue along your pussy, agonisingly slow as he stares up at you from between your legs with large, soft eyes. His hands rub at your inner thighs, his moans vibrate along your skin. 

You swear, your body trying to break free of Blue’s hold so you can chase your pleasure. 

Blue groans, his cock rubbing hot and heavy against the swell of your ass. “Just a little more, sweet thing. Just a little more.” 

“Please,” you sob, so close you can taste it. 

“You want to come?” Blue asks, his voice thick.

You nod desperately. 

“Oh, good little thing. So good, getting all worked up and wet.” Blue snakes one hand down to Cecil, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him closer to your core. 

Cecil whines happily and you cry out. 

“Playing so well with my pet,” Blue kisses your neck. And you scream. 

You come hard against Cecil’s mouth, shaking in Blue’s arms as pleasure overwhelms you and robs you of thought. Spiking up your spine and sinking into your bones. 

Blue groans, breathing hot and heavy in your ear as you fall apart, only pulling Cecil back lightly by the hair when your shudders subside. 

“Very good, very good.” He mutters. 

Cecil stands the moment Blue’s grip loosens, kissing up your stomach and your chest before he buries his face into your neck once more and breathes hard. 

You swallow, about to speak, when Cecil grinds his heavy cock against your core, slipping in and moaning. 

You gasp in surprise, your back arching as he slides in deeper, nearly half way when-

Blue snarls, grabbing hold of Cecil’s collar with one hand, while his other arm tightens around your arms. “Naughty, naughty pet.” 

Cecil whines as Blue pushes him back and out of you. 

“Who said you could?” 

Cecil shakes his head, looking at the floor.

“Hmm?” 

“No one.” 

“Exactly.” Blue snaps. 

“I’m sorry, I just wanted too…”

Blue tuts, and gestures to his desk. “Sit.” 

Cecil perches on the edge, his hands in his lap. 

“I’m so sorry about that, my dear.” Blue kisses your neck, and then groans sweetly as you shyly turn your head and press your lips to his. He breaks the kiss with a sigh, stroking your cheek. “Very good, very good… Now here,” he adjusts himself, urging you up a fraction before he takes himself in hand and pulls you back down onto him. 

He moans as his head slips between your lips, notching at your entrance. There is a slight resistance and Blue pulls at your hips until his large cock breaches and he slides into your tight pussy. 

Cecil squirms as he watches. 

You shiver, your thighs shaking as Blue slowly lowers you down onto him. 

“I can feel you shaking.” He teases.

“You’re… big.” You swallow. 

He chuckles. “Is that bad?” 

You bite your lip and shake your head. 

“Are you sure?” He strokes your cheek, taking hold of your jaw so that you face him. “I’m not trying to punish you, not when you’ve been so accommodating.” 

You suck in a sharp breath, you can’t remember a time you’ve been so full. But it’s not painful, the stretch makes your insides burn and sing the deeper he pushes.

“Oh,” he grins, “you like how I’m splitting you apart.” He growls and kisses you deeply, thrusting up the last few inches so that he is completely sheathed inside. 

You whine, gasping and grabbing hold of any part of him you can reach. 

Blue runs one hand along your side, slips down and toys with your clit until you're squirming and moaning. 

“Pet,” he breathes hard, his eyes snapping to Cecil, who quickly stands. “Come and rut against your new playmate.” 

Cecil practically bounds over to you, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He groans, kissing Blue deeply, before he kisses you and quickly presses between your legs. He rolls his hips, rubbing his heavy cock along your clit and making you sob. 

Blue reaches around, grabbing hold of Cecil’s ass and controlling his pace. Cecil whines, breathing hard. 

“Oh god, fuck, this is so fucking nice.” He shivers. 

You moan as he massages against you, rolling over your bundle of nerves again and again, his balls smacking against Blue’s with the force of his grinding. 

Blue growls, low in his throat, as your walls flutter and squeeze him. He licks up your neck. “That’s it, enjoy it, that’s it… being so good, letting us fuck you. Cecil’s going to make you come again, yes? And then I’m going to fill you up nice and full.” Blue grabs your hip possessively. “Like a good little toy, hmm?” 

You moan, unable to answer the filth he’s whispering into your ear as Cecil kisses you messily, his tongue practically down your throat. 

You clit throbs, pulsing with every roll of Cecil’s burning cock. You whine, your whole body singing between them. 

“I’m gonna comeeeee,” Cecil gasps, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against yours as his hips manically buck. 

His orgasm crests suddenly, making him shriek and tense as his cum splashes up your stomach and chest. 

Cecil swears, rutting for a few moments more until overstimulation makes him hiss. He quickly drops to his knees, sucking your clit into his mouth while he strokes Blue’s heavy balls with his free hand, smearing his cum over both of your skins. 

“That’s it pet,” Blue grunts, “make toy come.” He nips at your neck as you arch your back, pleasure pulsing heavily in your stomach as it’s pulled from you without any say in the matter. 

You gasp, your vision whiting out and Cecil moaning as your release coats Blue’s cock and drips down his balls. 

Blue shivers, breathing heavily, “oh fuck, toy, yes, make me come, make me come, make me!” He snarls as his orgasm hits, pressing you tightly against his chest as he pumps load after load of hot, thick cum inside you. 

You breathe heavily, Blue’s arms holding you gently as Cecil kisses up your torso, licking his spend from your skin. He nuzzles into your neck as you come back to yourself and then kisses Blue’s jaw as you recover. 

“Can we keep this toy?” Cecil asks, batting his eyes at Blue. “I like them so much.” 

Blue grins, “Yes, pet. I think we will.” 

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