#SuckerPunch fanfiction

[boredzillenial]

Day 21: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

The women are taking over the club, and Blue is all yours…

Themes: f!reader, Hate sex, mild violence (slapping, choking, pinning each other down, threats), pinv, creampie

A.N: As soon as I saw the prompt for this day I knew it would be Blue 😈 I did indulge with pullin a couple quotes from the movie - I just had to…

Tonight’s plans ran smoother than you could’ve imagined. The clients were gone, there were enough bouncers siding with the ladies for one reason or another, and you had managed to lock Blue in his office while the coop unfolded.

“This isn’t funny!” His incessant banging grated against your triumphant mood. “Whoever did this is gonna pay I’m warning you!”

The other ladies looked around nervously, their gazes eventually settling on you. You had become the organizer of this night and while they had shown great bravery already the scars Blue had left were more than skin deep. Looking over the group you gave a nod and a wicked grin “I’ve got him, gents just make sure he doesn’t leave that office when we open the door alright?” A couple of the large guards nodded and moved to stand behind you.

You took a deep breath to steel your nerves before unlocking and opening the door. Blue’s fury dampened at the sight of the two huge guards flanking you. “A word?” You say calmly and motioned to the office behind him. He straightened his tie with a huff and stepped aside. “Gentlemen, I’ll call for you if I need you. And remember, he doesn’t leave unless I say so.” The guards nod again and shut the door behind you.

“You think you really got me huh?” His voice dark and low as he paced back to his desk to the rather large glass of wine he’d been neglecting while banging for his freedom. He drank deep and nearly snarled at you with his next words, “So what now? You bitches really think you can take this place over?”

“Oh Blue” you tut while sauntering toward him “we already have.” A smile spread across your face as you slouched in his office chair. Well, your chair now…

He takes another deep drink, emptying his glass and leans in mere inches from you. “And you locked yourself in my office with no protection.” His head tilted as his anger seethed “Your first mistake.”

Holding his gaze you slowly stand, eye to eye and toe to toe. His anger roiled just below the surface at your boldness, and you reveled in it. “No Blue, your first mistake is threatening the new Lady of the House.” You place a hand on his shoulder and draw lazy lines through the rumpled fabric. “Well, maybe it’s actually this atrocious suit-“

Your insult cut short with his hand around your throat and slammed you down onto the desk. Your back hit the wood with a thud and your legs went wide as he slotted himself between them and stood over you “You think your cute huh?”

The office door burst open, your guards aiming their pistols at Blue. He jumped, snapped out of the spell his anger held him under and released his grip.

“Gentlemen, I’m fine.” You soothe as you sit up on an elbow and turn to them. “This is a hard adjustment for our friend here, he’s just processing. May we have the room?” The guards weary gazes flickered between the two of you. “I’ve got everything under control.” You reassure and wave them out with a flick of your wrist. They hesitate but do as their mistress asks and shut the door behind them. A wide grin spreads across your face as your gaze locks with Blue’s.

“You…. You dismissed them?” His confused tone and expression pulled a chuckle from your throat.

“Oh Blue, you’ve got no idea how much I’m protecting you do you?” You purr as you sit up slowly, pressing your thighs tight against his legs and your lips ghosting over his. “Those women out there want your head on a stick…” you touch the tip of his nose with yours “but I don’t like things to go to waste.”

“What are you playing at-“ he went to back away but your legs locked around his waist and pull him flush against you.

“You need to listen carefully Blue.” Your singsong tone edged with danger as you caressed his jaw. “Things have changed honey.” Deft fingers tightened on his jaw “The show might’ve been yours, but the girls and you, are mine.”

Fire danced behind his eyes as you threw words he’d often used against you and the other girls back at him. “You’d keep me around for what?”

“Why, you’re my toy honey…” your hand dropped slowly from his jaw, tracing lines down his jacket and rested across his stiffened length. “Well, this is anyway.”

He leaned forward, snatched your bottom lip between his teeth and bit just hard enough to draw blood. You gasped for a moment at the pain but threw your other hand around the back of his neck to keep him there. “You think that’s a smart idea?”

You hand around his cock works slowly over his belt and down his zipper to free him. “Probably not,“ He pulses in your hand as you pull your soaked panties aside and press the fat tip to your entrance. “But why throw away such a good fucktoy huh?” Your legs clenched around him pushing him to the hilt into your slick core.

His groan sounded almost pained as he pressed his forehead against yours “Always so fucking tight.” He murmured. You smirked despite your own uneven breathes and clenched down around the stretch eliciting a moan from both of you. His lips upturned in a snarl as he slapped you and gripped your throat. “You fucking -“

“Careful-“ you rest your hand over his. “You serve at my pleasure now…”

“Don’t worry I know exactly how you like it.” His hand remained around your throat as he pushed you flush against the desk and slammed into your heat. “Rough.” His grip tightened as the other found your clit and swirled around it at a frantic pace.

Your cries were muffled in your throat as you arched off the desk. Your orgasm matched the savagery of his pace as the edges of your vision darkened. A soft tap on his wrist and he slowed his tempo as he looked down at you with a smirk. He released your throat and leaned to nip at your shoulder, “Coming already?” He teased.

“You better hope so.” You grab his tie and pull him up till his lips met yours. The kiss was consuming, bruising as you pushed against him to sit up. “Get in the chair.” Your shove landed him back into the plush chair behind him.

He landed with a thud and a smirk that you were determined to wipe off his face. His girth stood glistening with your juices as he adjusted, and fucking waggled it at you. “Come on doll, it’s right here.”

“Blue…” your tone darkened as you straddled and sank onto him. You sighed at the stretch of him sinking into your channel again and whispered “You shake that at me again and I’ll let them cut it off.”

He smirked, grabbed your hips and bucked up hitting that delicious spot deep in your core. “You’d never.” His hips snapped at a punishing pace as you leaned your head back enjoying yourself. The sight of you bouncing over his cock almost had him coming.

Your head reeled from the pleasure and when you looked down anger roiled with that pleasure in your belly at the condescending smirk of his lips. You slapped him sharply and this time it was your hand around his throat while he fucked into you.

Another snarl replaced his grin as he pounded faster. “That’s, right,” you huff as he punches the air out of your lungs with his fervor. “Good, toy ah!”

His thumb found your clit again. You tightened your grip, his face blushed red from effort and loss of oxygen. All at once your orgasm ripped through your body sending you collapsing into him. His breathy laugh shifted to a wrecked groan as his own release filled your fluttering heat.

Exhausted and sweaty you pulled away, sitting upright and keeping him planted inside your cunt. You reached out and gripped his jaw almost painfully “You’re mine, and if you need a stronger reminder of that you let me know. Okay?”

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[umathurwin]

i’m sure we all have fond memories of this scene but it’s always been funny to me because i read “let me stop before i get my shit rocked” on jj’s face

he’s got that ava coleman logic. “the key to not getting your ass beat? knowing when someone can beat your ass”

[persepinas]

8?

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Incoming Suckerpunch.

“What the hell was that?”

Lestat’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean, what the hell was that?” he asks, reaching out only to have his hand slapped away. Lestat retracts his hand and clutches it to his chest, looking like a wounded animal and not a thirty year old man who has just had his hand lightly slapped away by his boyfriend.

Louis crosses his arms and shifts his weight to one side of his body, tapping his foot as he waits for an answer to this disaster.

The answer isn’t coming as quickly as he needs it to!

“I knew this would happen,” Louis whines, righting himself. His arms drop down at his sides and he spins around. He needs space. He needs to be alone. He needs a drink.

“No, don’t go,” Lestat begs, rushing after him. His hand makes contact with Louis’ right shoulder to stop him. “Please, let me figure this out. I promise it will be fine!”

Louis sighs, sighs loudly and dramatically and he knows it too. He knows it and that’s even more irritating! He can’t even stand himself! The situation is not ideal. “I just, I wanted it to be easier,” he tells Lestat as he refuses to turn back around. “I dreamed up something else. This wasn’t what I expected.”

[enderwoah]

the wildest experience ever is a commenter making you feel sad over your own fic like dawg i did this to people 😭 what is wrong with me

[samswd]

My Masterlist of Writing

❤️‍🩹 angst

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The Multiverse Chronicles - Avengers x oc (OS) 🍬🔥❤️‍🩹

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[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in January 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #58 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

❄️ and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 56k, omegaverse) Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

❄️ You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. 

❄️ I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours

(T, 35k, coffee shop) Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. 

❄️ Until the Pearls Get Lost by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k, omegaverse) With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

❄️ Something To Remember by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 25k, soulmate au) Will a trip to Maui’s most exclusive and private resort bring these two soulmates together, or will their bodies be constant reminders of what they missed out on?

❄️ Rolling Stone UK Awards AU (series) by INnenaHeart / @thechavier

(M, 15k, canon divergence) Harry started walking away from him and he felt like he was missing the moment, if he let him go like this he would lose on something. Something great. Something beautiful.

❄️ Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 7k, sugar baby) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.

❄️ Harmony by @nouies

(E, 6k, omegaverse) When they get stuck together in an elevator, Harry scents Louis after nothing else works to bring him out of his panicked state.

❄️ Saving Sweet Creature by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(G, 6k, mermaid) Louis lives a life he wouldn’t change anything for, with Cliff by his side. What happens when he meets a mermaid who quite likely hates him?

❄️ powerless (and i don't care) by localopa / @voulezloux

(E, 4k, daddy kink) everyone on tour calls each other daddy, don’t ask why. and louis is so used to calling everyone “daddy” that, when he finally comes home, naturally he calls harry that.

❄️ Tuca Tuca (ILikeYouILikeYouILikeYou) by @persephoneflouwers

(E, 4k, canon) The San Francisco getaway AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.

❄️ Stuck in Midnight Traffic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 3k, Christmas) the one where two broken people meet in an empty tube car on Christmas Eve. Can they find a way to heal each other?

❄️ Just Hold On by @silverstuff50

(M, 3k, security guard) “Harry, I’m fine.” Louis says soothingly. “I know I’m safe because you and Joni are there. As long as I can feel you holding me I know I’ll be ok.”

❄️ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve by padfootyoudog / @louisisworthit

(G, 2k, royal au) Doncaster loses the war, and Louis is the prize.

❄️ Mistletoe Kiss by @neondiamond

(G, 1k, roommates) A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

❄️ Oh Christmas Three by @tommokat

(M, 1k, omegaverse) A birthday surprise goes awry. Louis doesn’t understand. Harry blames the oven.

❄️ Always You by @enchantedlandcoffee

(G, 1k, exes) Louis calls his ex on Valentine's Day.

- Rare Pairs -

❄️ like a moth into a flame by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 5k, Zayn/Louis) A student writes Zayn a sex poem. The only logical conclusion is for Louis and Zayn to fake date.

❄️ Fine Line by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make. He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

❄️ to wake up by your side is all I wanna do by @beardyboyzx

(G, 1k, Zayn/Niall) Sometimes, Niall still thinks about the way Zayn’s laugh sounds when they watch TV and Niall makes up fake answers for whatever quiz show they’re watching.

[fabricox]

Got inspired after reading an amazing fanfiction called Suckerpunch, by macabre_devilsbreq on AO3, I highly recommend it if you enjoy scarebat.

[ijustwanttotalkaboutfanfiction]

The muses suckerpunched me and I shit out an entire Scuttlespring fic in two days. Now I have four different WIP of this couple (that didn’t even occur to me as a possible match until the finale), none of which I can finish, as once I write a line or two for one fic I have an idea for one of the others and switch to it. It started as two fic ideas directly after publishing the first and now we're at four with a fifth brewing in my random snippets of ideas page. What the fuck is this. I've never written fanfiction before. I feel possessed. I've never had a rarepair so rare there's only nine fics in the AO3 tag and ONE OF THEM IS MINE AHHHH

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

I'M DONE

I have spent the last three hours looking for fanfiction on Scarebat that wasn't Nolanverse or Suckerpunch (I love it btw, it's so good, checking everyday for updates🙏🙏)

I didn't only look on Ao3 as you might think, I have looked on Tumblr, Wattpad, Fanfiction.net, Quotev, Deviantart, FUCKING FICWAD, and some others...😔😔 I BARELY MANAGED TO FIND SOME SCRAPS OF CONTENT ON ONLY A FEW OF THEM AND THERE WERE LIKE 3-4 FICS IN TOTAL, MAYBE LESS, DON'T REMEMBER EXACTLY

I need to write my own atp but I'm only half-decent at writing (planning to start practicing writing on Tumblr in the future) and I suck at writing two canon characters interacting with each other.... I would be unstoppable if I had the ability to do so

sorry for ranting in your asks, forgive me, but I think you're the only person who can understand this

-🐓

honestly, it’s kinda odd how over so many years, scarebat barely made rounds on the internet. despite how their whole personas an’ things that surround them as characters make a perfect set-up for a gothic romance. yet, somehow it keeps getting overlooked. batman’s most ideally tailored fuel just never gets enough fanon attention. 

an’ like, i wish that i could somehow share with you a link to some alt dimension, where scarebat was given all the attention it deserved. but as it is, we only have like yeah 3 fics an’ prob the same amount of arts. 

on the one hand, it does suck. i admit. but on other, it leaves a way larger fields to explore. way more opportunities to do smth new an’ different with those characters. i’d also go as far as to state, that when a ship is rare, it has a chance to stay somewhat true to source material or have more of different an’ individual approaches. when a ship is super popular, it’s usually slowly, but surely gets flanderized into the ground. after certain point all that you would see is a low-key copypasta of a fic, that you’ve already read about that pair, but from a different author. i had a couple of popular ships back in the day, an’ it had happened with every single one of them. 

so, in a way, i’m glad that those few scarebat fics are all at least different enough, even if i do say, that i kinda felt down by how it was labeled scarebat with it often being barely about the ship. or it was coming off as one-sided. different strokes for different folks, but it’s part of why i sat down an’ began writing my own fic, that would satisfy my own needs an’ my own vision. i just wanted scarebat romance times with some grittiness in between. which is why i do think, that you really should try to write your own story for them too! or even drabbles. anything that might tailor their dynamic in a way you see it. 

an', well, i do get the anxiety of not ‘being good enough’, or feeling insecure about how well you would be able to capture the ‘canon’ feel. or say, just generally thinking like your skill is not on the level you wish it was. i won’t bore you with details about my own uh, writing / art journey. but i will say, that due to a few reasons of my own, i also felt like i could never write an english fic *i'm a non-english speaker*, an’ even more so, i honestly thought that i could never ever draw anything, bc i simply had no idea how to draw at all. but i do kinda know how to draw now lol. an’ i can actually write things in english too. an’ the point of it not me being super good at it or even reaching some unknown highm no. the point is that i can do it an’ i can do it in my own ways. i can create smth, that prob would have never existed otherwise, an’ in the end of the day, it’s pretty cool. quality can be not top notch, but it's like...hey, it exists now. i've given smth back to my otp, that makes me happy an' have fun.

so as someone who was where you are, when it comes to feeling like you can’t do those things, i’d say, you sure can! anyone can! it might take some lil practice an’ a bit of ‘hmm, not what i wanted exactly, but close’, until you get to the level you might have wanted, but i promise, you'd be amazed at what you can truly do, once you get on 'wave'. it won’t be instant leap, but as someone who dealt *still does to a degree* with what i call ‘toxic perfectionism’, i’d say that you just let things go at their own pace. just have fun with the process. in the end, fan stuff should be existing for your own pleasure an' perhaps, it can also be this for some other people, which is always nice. you don't have to be 'professional' about it, if you don't want to.

either way, i’m fine with rants! i mean, i've just ranted back as well lol. i know, that the main theme of this message was being kinda well, dissapointed with lack of content, but i do think, that it's not all that gloom an' doom in the end of the day. it can't be helped, that we sometimes have to basically provide for ourselves in fandoms, but it also gives us chance to 'shine' too, i think.

an’ i also wanted to say, that i’m glad you liked my fic! suckerpunch is one of those works, that i’ve started on impulse an’ till 3th chapter actually had a very vague idea, where to take afterwards, but i was surprised to see way more people interested in this ship, than i thought. so really, for a rare ship, scarebat actually does have at least some audience. an’ that audience is pretty rad an’ cool one too, so it’s not all that bad!

i do get the pain tho. sometimes, i also wanna read an' look at arts of my otps, that aren't mine. but perhaps, with time scarebat will gain more active fans. maybe, one day, we will click on ao3 an' feel like we had walked into a candy store.

[your-strangebouquetbeliever]

Linger Chapter 30 everyone! - Suckerpunch (formerly Bomb)

 I  feel like a casualty of Deidara Art rn read to find out why lmao!

Disclaimer!: I am not the author I’m just recommending this fic that has been living in my head rent-free since the first time I read it this year.

Note: Please leave some love for the author in the comment section of each chapter if you liked it thank you!

[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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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 30

The sound of the cameras shutter stood out amongst the typical city sounds that floated up to Bruce on the darkened rooftops. His son, or rather what was left of him, continued taking pictures of the Gotham skyline as if nothing was wrong.

As if he wasn't dead.

It took everything Bruce had not to break down at the thought. Instead he stepped forward out of the shadows, "Tim."

Tim shuttered, the gears visable inside his chest vibrating from the movement. It was unsettling. "I told you not to call me that." The Lazarus spirit hissed, "Or should I make you join Oracle and Superboy in the portrait." Tim smiled to himself, "I'm sure it will make a pretty picture."

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Elsewhere, the "Lazarus form" of Damian was leading a pack of ghost dogs to rampage against butcher shops while another part of the city had ghost Dick as a circus proformer terrorizing an escaped Joker and his henchmen. The batfam decided to leave that one be for a while.

No one knew where Cass's spirit was. All they saw was a mass of writhing shadows and then she was gone.

Jason's ghost was the one no one wanted to face. Not because of how dangerous he was, but because he was just sitting there on his favorite gargoyle. Neon green gauntlets on, matching his neon green shoes and contrasting nicely with the recolor kevlar and cape.

No one wanted to confront the dead Robin. No one.

Except Phantom, that is. He felt responsible since it was him using his parents new invention that knocked thier souls out of their bodies to begin with.

Now Phantom is trying to find a way to shove thier souls back into thier still living bodies before its too late all while avoiding Batman and the rest of his crew and not letting them know he exists.

[persepinas]

35?

What's your favorite fic you've posted?

This is… so very difficult for me to answer. I need to think. I need to think. I need to think! Hmm.

I think I’m going to go with my current wip, Suckerpunch. I put so much into this. It’s my first very long multi chapter fic in the iwtv fandom.

It’s the fic where I have actually made almost every coffee recipe that I have posted to the chapters.

It’s my first fic that I have a playlist for.

It’s the fic I feel the most delight in writing and posting about and answering questions about. It means a lot to me. 💖

[jakelcckley]

Possessive Blue Jones hc's?? ❤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+++ bonus (unhinged)

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

link to masterlist

[rosalinesurvived]

Every single time I see Neil portrayed as a gummy bear Ray of sunshine in a fanfic I feel physically sick

[how-masterful]

Devil in the Details

Blue Jones x reader

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

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

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

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

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

Could you dance? You could learn.

Could you scrub a floor? Of course. 

Could you submit yourself? Perfectly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You'd been his from that moment forward.

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

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

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

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

"Blue, baby?"

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

"Is there business today?"

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

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

You smiled up at the man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blue jones sighed in ultimate satisfaction.

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

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

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

"Shh, shhh..."

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

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

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

"Blue-"

"You're mine, say it."

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"Yours!"

"Who's?"

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

"That's it, atta girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm YOURS!"

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

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

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

"No, shh kitty listen-"

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

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

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

"But, sir, cash-"

"MY GIRL!"

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

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

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

"Fuck, Blue, I need-"

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

"Please Blue, let me cum-"

"Dirty girl, so desperate."

"Please, daddy I need, please-"

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

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

"So close, almost time, kitty"

"Blue... Blue..."

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

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

"Hnn... Blue!"

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

There was no question.

"Blue!"

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

This was ownership. A claim.

"Blue!"

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

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

There was only one way it all could end.

The same way it started.

Him.

"Blue!"

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

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

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

"Small details, baby"

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

"Oh, princess.."

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

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

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

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

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

"Now, kitty-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What a show, sugar." He purred.

"I'll see you tonight."

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

"Thank you, Blue." You said gently.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

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

"Anything for you, beautiful."

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

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

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

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

But Blue Jones was undeniably yours.