#SUCKERPUNCH

[danystargaryens]

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [1/25] Films:   ☆ Sucker Punch (2011) [Dir. by Zack Snyder]

Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free, It's you. You have all the weapons you need, now Fight!

[babydo1ll]

yes, sweet pea, you’re the strongest ♡︎

[swanhili]

blue bird

[slycooperconfessions]

"Suckerpunch's children are very strange. The oldest is a talking raccoon, the middle one is a guy who shoots lightning bolts, and the third is a disgraced samurai. Family gatherings should be… interesting."

(Don't forget the robot on wheels! ~Mod)

Confessed by: Anonymous

[boredzillenial]

Double-Edged Desire

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

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

Wordcount: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Blue Jones Masterlist

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

[isa-ah]

💥💥💥

[kidcooperart]

Happy 21st Sly! The mood for this is based on the fic "It takes and it takes and it takes" by elinadsy on ao3, it's basically a novelization of Sly 3, and their tag lines slays my whole existence

"A single, traitorous thought: would his father be proud?"

[eyedrateanatomy]

im calling frank x candy dealer SuckerPunch from now on

[girl26209]

[ominoose]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Blurb: Blue does your makeup for you since you suck at it apparently. Warnings: None, it's fluff. WC: O.6K

The vibrations of the music tickled your fingers as they laid splayed over the chairs worn leather armrests, muffled by the walls of the dressing room, yet still loud enough to be felt. Blue’s breath fanned across you face, humming along absentmindedly as his eyes traced over you intently, focused on each feature, each detail. He was so close you could see his nostrils flare softly with each breath.

Blue had been dissatisfied with your makeup skills for a while. At first he only quirked an eyebrow when he gave you a once over before your first performance. Then it escalated into a pointed look, then a sigh, a tensing of his sharp jaw and now this. He’d found you an hour before your set, one of the few shows on a slow Tuesday night and seated you in front of a vanity, turning the chair so your back was to the mirror as he leaned down and looked you over.

“I’ve had enough of you embarrassing me in front of customers because you use eyeliner like a fucking crayon.” He mutters bluntly, dark eyes flickering over your face one last time before turning towards the vanity, going through your supplies, the sound of plastic clattering across the wooden surface was the only noise besides the remnants of the club's music.

His hand pushes lightly on your forehead, tilting your head back to find a comfortable position to leer over you properly as he starts applying primer to you, dabbing it all over your face with a warm, rough thumb. Despite the usual ferocity of the man, and the way he held your chin firmly, his touch wasn't rough. It certainly wasn't light, but he applied everything to you with uncharacteristic gentleness you didn't often see from him.

Blue moved through the motions, more practiced than you'd have expected as he brushed foundation onto you, rubbing a light counter under your cheek bones. His dark eyes were intense as they kept on you, like a painter eyeing his muse. "Stop blinking." He snipped as he applied eyeshadow to your eyelids, the constant tapping of the brush to get off the excess powder was oddly soothing. You pouted, but shut your eyes as he commanded, resigning yourself to be his personal little barbie doll.

The way he tenderly dabbed glitter on with a single finger, the warm breathes that tickled at your nose when he got close and the way he held your chin so delicately had your skin erupting in goosebumps. Such a soft moment was quite off-brand for him, but as he dragged a creamy lipstick over your bottom lip, staring down at you with an almost fond look in his eyes, you yearned for more. Yearned to be treated like you were his frail little doll, something he didn't want to break.

"There. Don't you just look beautiful." He cooed, the usual cheshire grin curled at Blue's lips as he stood back from you, tilting his head to marvel at his work.

"If I had more time on my hand's I'd come baby you like this more often, but I'm going to trust you to learn how to do your makeup like a big girl and not look like a five year old that got into mommy's makeup bag." Blue spoke over his shoulder to you as he buttoned up his sparkly suit jacket, already dismissing you to run other business as he walked out of the room. He stopped once he got to the door, glancing back at you, a proud smirk on his face as he bit his lips and admired you before he finally left.

Maybe you could get away with messing your makeup up just a few more times.

[deathtastegirl]

[jm-rnr]

If Ghost of Yōtei has a million fans, I am one of them.

If Ghost of Yōtei has one fan, I am that one.

If Ghost of Yōtei has no fans, I am dead.

[babydo1ll]

[impzone]

well, someone needs to answer the big questions of the world

[slycooperconfessions]

"I hope that now that SuckerPunch finished GoT2, they make Sly games again. 😭😭😭"

Confessed by: kappandsword

~Mod

[theresatreeofmanyone]