#orderly!blue jones

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

My new Babydoll

Orderly!Blue Jones x fem!reader

Summary: You're new at Lennox, obviously not crazy. Blue catched a guy harassing you and took matters into his own hands.

Warnings: None really, except Blue is talking about Lobotomy, acting scary and talks about babydoll's fate.

The last time I've watched this movie was couple years ago, so please have mercy if my memory is bad sometimes. ._.

Hmm this has some yandere energy...

"Enough!"

Blue's voice boomed through the common room. Two guards, one at each side of him escorted him as Blue crossed his arms, scowling at the male who harassed you infront of the other inmates.

"Bring her to my office." Blue ordered one of his guards, who gently took you by the hand and with the other on your back, escorting you to Blue's office.

The troublemaker was brought infront of Blue, who was looking at him with a stern expression, demanding answers. "What were you thinking?"

"Blue, I-I'm sorry, I swear, I–"

Blue raised a finger, making the guy shut up. He licked his lips and slowly leaned in. "But that's why you're here..."

The guy stood quiet, giving Blue his full attention.

"You know, I was thinking... maybe you need our special treatment, hmm? For our 'big' troublemakers?"

The guy shook his head rapidly. "No please.."

Blue just smiled eerily at him, leaning down until he was at his level and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think we should arrange the Lobotomy for you, okay?" Blue looked at him with a false sense of security, knowing this guy is doomed.

The guy swallowed hard, he didn't knew what was coming. He nodded.

Blue smiled. "Good, it will help you with your... behavior. You'll see." he gave a nod towards the guard, who led the guy away.

Blue has made his way back to his office, where a guard stood at the door. When he entered, he saw you sitting on a chair, still looking a bit shocked from what had happened to you.

"Baby are you alright?" Blue asked, walking over to you and kneeling down on one knee.

You nodded, looking down at him.

Blue put his hand on your knee, rubbing gently with his thumb. "Look," he spoke in a soft tone "We at Lennox are used to give a..." he paused to think "Puppy treatment to our new guests." he licked his lips again. "And I'm so sorry for what happened to you, dollie..."

He patted your knee, "But we can also be quite luxurious to those who behave." he straightened up, moving to sit at his desk.

As Blue sat down, he took a pen and scribbled something down before he looked back up at you. "Come here." he beckoned with a finger.

He watched you get up and obediently making your way over to him. He was already proud you're so obedient.

Blue patted his thighs, indicating for you to sit on his lap.

When he saw you hesistate, he tilted his head a little and smiled. "I won't bite." he flashed a grin right after.

You moved to sit down on his lap, Blue wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Let's get down to business, alright?"

Your eyes landed on what seemed like a patient list of Lennox. Your name was the only one at the 'new arrivals' section. You catched a name on the list, which was crossed out but still readable.

Babydoll

"Who's that?" you spoke up softly, pointing at the name.

Blue's chin moved to rest on your shoulder, you didn't notice the small smile forming on his lips. "She was a patient."

Your curiousity has been piqued. "Oh she got healed?"

Blue had to stop himself from grinning. "You could say that. She received our special treatment."

"Did it help?"

Blue hummed. "M-hm... yes..."

"Why did she receive the treatment?" you asked.

Blue let out a soft laugh. "You know curiousity kills the cat?"

"Please Blue."

You were so cute. So innocent even to him!

"She was good at first. But she caused trouble, just like that patient did to you." he put the pen down and his other arm wrapped around you. "She caused some very big trouble, she was a bad girl, so we had no other choice."

"Did I cause trouble?" you couldn't help but ask.

Blue chuckled, hugging you closer to him. "You? Aww, baby. Of course not."

You smiled. He sounded so genuine.

"But..." he trailed off. "If you promise me you'll stay out of trouble you will get some privileges other patients don't have."

"Like what?"

"Walking around freely. But you have to promise me something."

You nodded.

"You'll be good. Be a good girl and your time here will be nothing but joy."

"Really?"

Blue nodded.

"What do you think? Wanna be my new Babydoll?"

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

The moon boys are doing things to us, I swear!!😂

'we searched for Marc who has (according to some authorities) delicate hands.' <- Huh?🤨 Oh, ohh, the police said he has delicate hands?😏 THE POLICE SAID THAT??? Did he do something to get out with those hands, orrrr?

Steven wanted to be a hero. :,)

But hey you atleast had an adventure with the boys, not everyone has that!😌

Don't worry about Blue though, I'm sure he can forgive us. Right?! :)

I had a wild dream last night.

Oscar Isaac was my boyfriend and we teamed up with Jenna Ortega to fight Beetlejuice because he wanted to marry me and we flushed him down a demon toilet that sent him to hell and then Oscar turned into Dante Basco I asked him about being an actor and he dumped me.

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INKtober - day 6

Orderly Blue Jones (Sucker Punch)

��quick“ sketch with Procreate

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Back in my stupid sewer rat looking ass bitch loving era <3

Fr tho where is everyone? I need more content of this mannnn

[hoedamn-eron]

oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture

Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊

If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)

Steven Grant

Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before

But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon

Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

It brings a bit of brightness into the flat

When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat

“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”

Marc Spector

Noticed at the same time as Steven

Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not

Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from

Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work

And it all just clicks in his mind

Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls

Jake Lockley

Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately

Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute

But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you

So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"

He plays ignorant, obviously

But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him

Now it's become a weekly thing you do together

Llewyn Davis

Poor baby doesn't have furniture

But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment

He likes them, he thinks they're cute

He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back

His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming

But he's not

He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes

Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"

Blue Jones

This one is a bit risky

Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint

And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work

Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey

Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them

You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places

He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early

You're fucked

He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of

However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up

He keeps it there

Nathan Bateman

You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year

Richard Alonso Muñoz

You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do

Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in

Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison

Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time

Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet

Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden

Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them

Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books

Poe Dameron

Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it

Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room

He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either

Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him

But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe

He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing

Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing

You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as

But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8

He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it

When you get married, he paints on wedding rings

Santiago Garcia

You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces

He had no idea you could paint

Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time

He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie

Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you

You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind

After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it

When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently

Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you

It's therapeutic for you both

[steven-grants-world]

Yay, another orderly Blue fic, I missed him 🤤

Tear Down My Reason [6]

Blue Jones x nonbinary afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 13: Shower Sex

Summary: Blue makes you jump.

Series Masterlist

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

Warnings: kissing, pet names, fingering, p in v sex, shower sex, always gonna say a bit of dub con because reader is a paitent, however everything is consentual, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1241

You were allowed to walk about in some parts of the asylum unaccompanied during free time. You didn’t need permission to go down this corridor.

But it still made you uneasy when you were on your own. 

Russell, one of the newer orderlies, was watching you from the end. Seemingly waiting for you to walk past him. You swallow. 

The sense that if you turn and go the other way would be a very bad move fills your chest at the same moment you know that walking past him will also be. 

You slow your step, thinking rapidly, maybe you were overreacting. Blue would have-

You yelp as someone grabs you from behind and pulls you into the showers, you try to yell through the hand on your mouth, about to lash out, but quickly relax when you hear his voice.

“Shh, shh, Honey, Honey, it’s me.” Blue moves to stand in front of you, his hands on your arms, stroking your skin. “Sorry I scared you.” 

You give him a weak, but playful smack on his forearm and he grins. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite you.” 

He moans and pulls a face, “Honey,” he steps closer, lightly rubbing his hips against you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

You chuckle, “I didn’t promise anything.” 

He pouts playfully, “Well could you? Can’t just say something like that and expect me to be all casual about it. I wanna feel your teeth.” 

You snort and take a step back just to goad him. “Do you?” 

He nods eagerly, following. “Yes.” 

“And what exactly were your plans when dragging me into the showers?” 

“To fuck you in the shower.” He says simply, a little smirk on his lips. 

You give him a look, pretending that it doesn’t sound like a very interesting idea. “In the showers? When anyone could walk in?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says eagerly, holding up his masterkey. “Come on,” he traces the edge of your top with the tips of his fingers. “Nice warm water and me between your legs?” 

The soft look he gives you is almost impossible to refuse, not that you’d want to anyway. “You make a compelling argument.” 

He grins, sliding his fingers under your t-shirt. “I sure do Honey.” He leans forward and kisses you messily, groaning when your tongue strokes his. He breaks the kiss for half a second to put his key in the door and lock it and then tugs your top over your head. 

Blue pauses as he traces the love bite bruises he’d left on your neck, a low groan reverberating through his chest. 

You shiver, partially because of the cold but mainly because of his touch and his eyes darken. 

“Ugh, Honey, Honey,” he mutters, kissing you senseless and walking you backwards towards the first shower stall. 

While the ones in this part of the building were separate from each other, there were no curtains, meaning whatever orderlies were usually monitoring wash time had a full unencumbered view of the patients. 

He pulls down your trousers and underwear, making you giggle when he tries to accomplish this and not break the kiss. You kick off your slippers and socks, not caring much for where they land.

The cold tile on your back makes you gasp and Blue chuckles, “Sorry, sorry,” he mutters as he turns on the shower head, shielding you with his body until he finds the correct temperature. 

“Mmm, see?” He rubs your arms affectionately, “all nice and warm.” 

“You’re getting soaked.” You laugh, pulling his t-shirt lightly. He was still in his jogging bottoms as well, but had, at least, slipped off his shoes. 

“This needed a wash anyway.” 

You snort as he pulls them off, letting them fall to the bottom of the shower and soak through completely. His cock bobs free, heavy and swollen with need.

“Now, I was promised some teeth,” he leans close, pressing you up against the warming titles. 

“I never promised anything.” 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance and sink your teeth into his neck. 

Blue groans instantly, becoming pliant in your hold. He pants in your ear as you nip and suck, muttering affirmations and sweet praises with every breath. 

“Bite me harder, Honey, please.” He slides his hand down to your thigh and hooks your left leg around his waist. “I really want to feel it.” 

You sink your teeth deeper, taking care to not break the skin and Blue shivers, weakly bucking against you. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” 

The water is a good temperature now, steam rising in the small space. 

Blue slips his hand down your chest, squeezes your right breast and flicks the nipple with his thumb until it hardens before he trails down your stomach and to your clit. 

Your hips buck instantly as he rubs it gently with his forefinger. 

“Mmmm, yeah,” he groans, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep biting, keep sucking, that’s real good Honey.” 

You do your best, saliva slipping from your lips and mixing with the water running down his chest as he rubs and rolls your clit in a tantalising rhythm. 

You moan into his skin, grabbing hold of his forearm. 

“Fuck, real good Honey.” He grinds his hips against you, rubbing his leaking cock along your inner leg. “You just keep your mouth nice and full and I’ll make you come, okay?” 

You whine, squeezing his forearm as you scrape your teeth along his jugular. 

“Oh god, yes.” Blue gasps, clenching his jaw as pleasure flows down his spine. 

Your thighs start to shake as he keeps stroking, keeps pulling you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You gonna be a good baby and come?” He mutters.

You sob out an affirmative and Blue grows. 

“Good baby.” He removes his hand from your clit quickly, but doesn't give you enough time to lament the loss before he takes hold of himself and pushes inside. 

You gasp, your mouth opening as he splits you open, filling you so perfectly. 

“So fucking good Honey.” He snaps, his voice gruff and strained as he bucks and rocks, ending each deep thrust with a roll of his hips that presses the dark curls between his legs perfectly against your clit. 

“Blue!” You bite down on your lip, holding him tightly as he moves, only able to hold on and take it with one of your legs around his hip. 

He swears, punctuating every thrust that has you seeing stars and clawing at his back. 

“I’m gonna…” You whine, your body buzzing. 

“Gonna let me fill you up Honey? Gonna be a good baby and let me fuck my cum into you?” He snarls. 

“Fuck.” You come hard, shivering in his hold as your tense and spasm, euphoria flooding your veins and leaving you weak and waitless. 

“Hon-ey,” Blue whines pitifully as he fucks you through it, bucking wildly until he follows you with a deep groan and sigh. 

He stumbles against you, pushing you back further against the wall and swearing. 

“Sorry Honey, sorry,” he moves back a fraction, stroking your cheek.

“It’s okay,” you grin, holding him close as he releases your leg from his hip. 

He gives you a completely sincere look. “Your pussy’s just so good it makes me want to pass out.” 

You snort, swatting him playfully and he giggles. “That’s terrible Blue.”

“I know Honey, I know.”

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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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okay so, i'm hella behind on reading, and for some reason it's so fucking hard for me to find time/energy to read much these days, but i still want to highlight at least some of the fics i've been able to read so, i'll be doing fic recs quarterly this year instead of monthly. hope y'all enjoy 🪷💜

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

PART ONE (bc tumblr is being a bitch and won't let me post all of them in one post)

Star Wars

Seeds of Love (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥Best Ride in the Galaxy (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @lotusbxtch

size doesn't matter (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @hoedamn-eron

🔥Come Back to Me (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Ex Machina

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A Long Night

Blue Jones X f!Reader

Not Beta-read - Requested by @campingwiththecharmings

Summary

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

Tags/Warnings

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

Word Count: 2.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he wouldn’t stop.

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

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

“M-more? I can’t take-oh fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped when he nipped your earlobe.

“Y-yes Blue.”

“Good girl.”

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My new Babydoll - Orderly!Blue Jones x fem!reader

[iolaussharpe-24]

[justafairytailofinnocence]

James Norrington x male pirate reader? Maybe the pirate got caught by James, heading to the gallows, but James free them instead?

Hello dear, thanks for your request.

James Norrington x male pirate reader 🏴‍☠️⚔ A matter of time⚓

Synopsis: James frees someone from his past from the gallows

Warning: mention's of hanging

The prison of Port Royal was rustic and unkempt; all the cells were lined in an orderly set of rows. Many men within the cells screamed and cursed names that shan’t have been brought to light. The officers at the entrance door wore red regimental coats and white shirts. Over the shirts were cross belts and grey breeches held by braces. They both wore black naval tricorne hats whilst their long hair was tied back with black ribbons. They held their Brown Bess muskets upright, gazing at a man formerly walking down the hall. The man wore a blue, full-skirted royal naval uniform made of wool fitted with very deep boot cuffs. He wore a white powdered wig with a black tricorn adorned with white feathers around the top. He held his hands behind his back, looking stern yet pristine, ignoring the prisoner's squabbles. The two lower-ranked officers saluted him, allowing him passage. He kept walking past all the cells while the prisoners shouted, “Oi, get’s me outta ere’!”, “Aye, I’m beggin ya”, “Lad, Lad, I’ll give ye three shillings fer tha keys”. He scowled at the sight of them, ‘good-for-nothing filthy pirates’ he thought. Scoundrels that held no honour or morals did all they did was steal, pillage, plunder, and commit the most treasonous crimes. His hatred for pirates stemmed from his childhood, ever since his father taught him. He despises any mentions of their names; to think anyone foolish enough to become one deserves a short drop and sudden stop.

The commodore halted in front of a particular cell, his eyes gazing coldly at the pirate seated in the corner. “I trust you’ve saved your prayers, for you shall hang at the gallows on this day”, he spoke with a deep, strict voice. The pirate in question was relatively quiet, unlike the others, he held no regard to acknowledge the commodore's presence. He was quite an untidy fellow, his hair in a mess, wearing a brown tricorn clothed with a brown frock coat and poet blouse. He wore black pantaloons and brown boots for shoes. The commodore had no care if the buccaneer wished to speak or act like a rapscallion. He was set to hang. “Do keep you’re your spirits high Mr L/n, I do believe your worthless life might just end quicker after all”.

The pirate, in turn, glanced up at the austere man with cold eyes. It seemed unfounded how a man had a deep detestation over one's life because they deemed themselves pirates. Had he known what true freedom was, one might say he would turn too. “Aye, keep yer knickers on, I know tis be me day of death, least I get ta visit fiddlers green in the afterlife”. James sternly spoke, “I believe where you’ll wind up, they’ll be no ‘fiddlers green’ but only your sinful damnation”.

The commodore ordered the naval officers to drag this scoundrel to the gallows. “Before ye send me ter me grave in Davy Jones’s locker, I ask why ye betrayed em’ commodore”. The statement in general, made James curious and halted the officers from opening the cell. “And what business do you wish to pry of mine, Mr L/n”.

“Cutler be at large, and ye stand thar a prideful man tha betrayed sparrah’s crew, hell, ye betrayed er—”.

“Whatever nosy rumours you’ve heard of is none of your concern.” The commodore furrowed his brows as his voice grew harsher.

“Aye but tis is, fer I recall a lass and lad back on that island searching fer a coffer” The pirate’s voice grew louder. “Why, don’t-che remember James, I was thar when ye ran wit tha chest, I saw ye leave Jack, Will and Miss Swann”.

“Don’t!” James growled.

“Yer guilty, tis written in yer deadlights”. It was impossible to reason; the pirate was a part of Jack’s crew and had pledged his loyalty to the captain. However, it all changed when the commodore came along, looking like a lost sod. He was a mess in a heap; his rank had become soiled. How could y/n not care for him? He was lost at sea in his state of well-being, drunk. Over time the two had formed a kindred relationship; they both bonded over the loss of their adventures and their devotion to their loved ones—James with Elizabeth and Y/n with Jack. Everything was going well when James betrayed the crew and turned y/n in. Left and set to hang for dead.

Albeit twas y/n’s fault for falling into such a bittersweet lie. Indeed, y/n cared for the commodore more than he should have. Oh alas, and ruin, a man’s yearning heart set on the beating beauty for a lass he is not.

James inhaled and quickly exhaled, displaying a sign of annoyance. He ordered the guards to open the cell and drag y/n out. With both on each side with one arm latched roughly around y/n’s, they began to head toward the gallows—or what should’ve been that way.

Upon exiting the building, the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops could be heard around Y/N. The individual took a moment to inhale the refreshing scent of the precipitation, relishing in its natural aroma. The droplets cascaded down from the sky, creating a stunning display as they contacted the pavement and pooled into small puddles. Y/N couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the opportunity to stand in place and bask in the mesmerising allure of the rain. As they moved, he savoured every moment of his freedom, relishing every breath of air inhaled and exhaled. Closing his eyes, he felt the raindrops caress his cheeks, cascading gently down his face. As the naval officers led him to the gallows, Y/n took in his surroundings with a sense of calm. His last breath left him, and he opened his eyes to the sight of the rolling sea, gently lapping against the docks of the bustling port. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was soothing to his ears, and he imagined himself on a grand galleon, sailing towards the mythical Fiddler's Green with the wind in his hair. The view of the vast horizon was breathtaking, and he took it all in as he walked towards his destination. Every adventure he had flashed before his eyes, Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner and—

James.

Suddenly, the naval officers stopped and pushed the rogue before them. Y/n opened his eyes, feeling disoriented by the new surroundings. He expected to see the gallows and an angry crowd chanting his name in hatred, but instead, he found himself somewhere else, without the Hempen Holter.

They stood by the wooden dock where a schooner was anchored. All the sailors were carrying cargo onboard. As Y/n swivelled around, they were met with a rather grave countenance on James' face. His hands were firmly clasped at his back, and his brows were knitted together in a manner that suggested deep concern. Y/n, perplexed by his demeanour, approached the admiral's chains that were still attached to their wrists and legs. "Care ta enlighten me, James? Are ye tryna hornswoggle me mind?” y/n asked. The admiral swiftly ordered the naval officers to be dismissed, leaving the two of them alone. James drew closer to Y/n and removed the chains from their arms and legs, freeing them from their constraints. Y/n exaggeratedly stretched his arms while moving his arms from side to side. “I must admit, yer surely an odd one James”.

James grasped y/n by his shoulders and revealed his true expression of genuine worry. “Quickly, you don’t have much time, get on while you can—I don’t expect you or Elizabeth to forgive me but I can at least atone for my sins by saving you”.

As Y/n fixed his gaze upon the magnificent schooner, his eyes were brimming with a sense of purpose and longing. "Come with me, together we can break free from our current constraints an’ embark upon a new path," he suggested with a hopeful tone, inviting his companion to take the leap of faith with him. “Our paths may intertwine in the future y/n, but I mustn’t let Beckett know of Elizabeth’s whereabouts—neither your own.

"Go, now” "Please understand," he stated firmly, his expression stern and unwavering. In a sudden surge of emotion, James took hold of the pirate's shoulders and pressed his lips against his with an intense force, leaving them both gasping for breath. Y/n found themselves wrapped up in James's embrace, feeling the softness of his admiral's coat against their skin. "Tif fate allows us to reunite in Fiddler's Green, each and every treasure chest will bear your name, and I shall cherish em’ with all me heart."

As Y/n stepped onto the ship, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness in his heart as he left James behind. They hurriedly made their way through onto the ship as they prepared to set sail. Meanwhile, James watched from a distance, his eyes locked on Y/n's retreating form, his hands clasping behind him, wishing desperately that Y/n could stay with him just a little bit longer. The helmsman shouted, “Prepare to set sail”. With one last look, y/n locked eyes with James and nodded as a departing gesture. “Aye, cap’n!” y/n shouted to the helmsman.

With a heavy heart, James gazed upon the ship as it slowly drifted away from the harbour, carrying away the one person who had captured his heart completely - y/n. As he watched the vessel shrink in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry and fear creeping up on him. He prayed fervently, hoping that his beloved would reach his destination safely and unharmed and that he would be able to find a new life filled with hope and happiness. Despite his own pain and despair, James knew that he had to remain strong and focused, no matter what challenges he might face.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[cameronthecryptid]

I love this place so much because it feels like a lunatic asylum except there are no orderlies. The orderlies are just the more stable veteran patients.

The closest thing we have to staff is Neil Gaiman, Strange Aeons, Bettina Levy, and a picture of Oscar Isaac’s Blue Jones stapled to a wooden plank.

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Perfection, I loved it so much 🥵🔥

Tear Down My Reason [4]

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

Summary: Blue gets his revenge.

Series Masterlist - this chapter can be read on its own.

A/N: A huge, massive thank you to the amazing @lonelyisamyw-0love for beta reading my nonsense, you are wonderful! Reader is afab and non-binary, and is referred to by the nickname, 'Honey'. (Look at me finally finishing this chapter after... erm... *checks notes*... 78 years.)

Warnings: overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious consent because reader is a patient, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, a bit of a breeding kink?, Blue being a bit possessive, Honey as a pet name please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2599

Blue kisses you hungrily, his arms tightly wrapped around you, leaving no room for escape. Not that you’d want to.

He growls, low and deep in his chest as you wiggle on his lap and grip onto his shirt. After the stunt you just pulled during the meeting, he’s going to eat you alive. 

He kisses down your neck, biting hard at your pulse point and grinning as you gasp in surprise. He shifts his left arm so he can press on your lower back, forcing your core to grind down against him as he rubs himself against your clothed pussy. 

Your grip on his shoulders tightens, your breath catching in your throat as sensation sparks along your core. “Blue…” 

He bites your neck again, sinking his teeth in and sucking. “Can feel how wet you are Honey,” he murmurs, barely moving his mouth from your skin. “Soaking through. You like having my cock in your mouth that much, hmm?” 

You squirm against him, heat building in your face as you rock into his movements. “Yes.” 

He groans, low and loud and bites you again. It’s sharper this time and you yelp, the pain quickly dissolving into pleasure as he soothes the sting with his tongue. Your neck was going to be littered with bruises by the time he had finished. 

With his left hand, he grips onto your waist tightly, just skimming under your top, and leans to grab his lab coat from the back of his office chair. 

You’re not quite sure what he’s doing at first, but he quickly places the coat on the floor, fanning it out before he lays you down against it, staying between your legs the whole time. 

Something about the gesture hurts. Cracks into your chest and leaves you weak. It would have been so easy for him just to press you down against the cool lino. 

He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth desperately and pulling at your clothes like they personally offended him. He manages to break the kiss long enough to get your shirt over your head before his lips are back on yours, all tongue and teeth as he all but devours you.

“We’re gonna play a game, Honey…” He mutters against your skin, his words have an almost ominous edge to them.

You open your mouth to reply, but he purposely flicks his thumb over your chest, catching your nipple. You bite back a groan and wriggle against him. 

“My game, my rules.” He mumbles, pulling back just far enough to watch your reaction. 

“I haven’t agreed to anything.” You tease. 

“I could make you.” He says silky. 

You give him a little glare, it’s playful, but there’s an odd burn of worry that twists in your stomach. “How?” 

He kisses your cheek, stroking your side, “with my sweet words.” His tone is light and mischievous, but kind. And that little knot of worry dissolves. 

“What kind of game?” You giggle. 

He smiles and sits up a little, wriggling his way between your legs and kneeling. “You,” he points exaggeratedly with a cheeky grin, “have to say still.” 

“I have to stay still?” 

He chuckled, “Don’t look so unimpressed Honey, I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“Oh really?” “Hmmm,” he leans down close to kiss you, “When am I not a man of my word?” 

“Well-”

“Don’t answer that.” He kisses you quickly, slipping his tongue into your mouth with relish. 

When he pulls away and sits back on his knees you mime sealing your mouth shut, which makes him smile. It’s an expression you haven’t seen him use outside of your time together, the simple movement lighting up his whole face, making his sharp edges look softer. 

“So you gotta say still and do as I say.” He nods at the end to punctuate the sentence.

You give him a playfully unimpressed look. “Within reason.”

He tuts, fighting back another smile. “Within reason. It’s only fair. I had to stay still while you had your fun under my desk, didn’t I?” 

You sigh, “alright.”

His grin widens, like the cat that got the cream, and the mouse, and the whole god damned building. “Good.” He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your trousers and underwear, pulling them down a little roughly in his haste. But you don’t mind. He moves your legs as he does, going out of his way to undress you without having to move from between your legs. In all honesty, you shouldn’t find his stubbornness as amusing, or endearing, as you do. 

He can’t help but swallow hard when he finally frees you of your clothing and puts your legs back down either side of him, knees bent, feet flat on the floor. His throat bobs as he rakes his eyes over you, committing the sight to memory. 

You squirm a little under his gaze, the intense scrutiny unfamiliar.

“Hey,” he strokes the inside of your left thigh with his warm hand, kneading your flesh slightly between his fingers. “I said no moving didn’t I? Already breaking my rules?” 

You give him a look, trying to cover your insecurities. “Blue-” But it’s like he can read through your expression as if your feelings were written all over your skin. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that Honey?” He gazes at you, the light catching on his long lashes. “Gorgeous, like a work of art,” he keeps rubbing your thigh in gentle, soft, warm circles. “You’re not getting all shy on me now are you?” He bites his lip a little as he teases, giving you the gentlest smile. “Not after all we’ve done, besides you got nothing to be shy about.”

You shiver a little as he speaks, not used to such soft attention. 

“Prettiest person in the world,” he whispers as if he is just talking to himself as he languidly runs his forefinger through your folds and circles your clit. 

You jump under his touch, your breathing hitching. “So sensitive.” He chuckles and dips his head down, adjusting his position so he can mirror the path his finger just made across your core with his tongue. 

“Blue,” you bite your lips together, your hips bucking on their own. 

He kisses your inner thigh, “Try to stay still Honey,” his voice barely a whisper, “for me?” 

You tense as he darts his tongue out again, groaning as he licks, swallowing down your own moan. 

He hums happily, pressing lightly on your legs to spread them wider. “You can make noises, I don’t mind, I like hearing you.” 

“Blue-”

“Like hearing you say my name too.” He grins at you before he swirls his tongue around your clit. The sensation has you jolting, fighting back the urge to squirm and rut against him as pleasure sparks up your nerves.

“Being so good Honey, trying so hard not to move,” he mutters, kissing your centre before lapping at you again. “Taste so good, fuck,” he presses his fingers gently against your entrance, spreading your lips apart and groaning. “Fuck, you’ve made such a mess already.” He nuzzles into your thigh, his stubble scraping against your skin, making you jump. “Didn’t know someone could get like this just from sucking dick.” He breathes in deeply, his lips slightly parted as he strokes, slipping his fingers in an inch before pulling them back out and spreading your wetness all over your clit. 

“Blue,” you try again, your thoughts clouded over with the sensations he’s pulling from you. You swallow, “god, please I, oh!” You gasp in surprise as he pushes his fore and middle fingers firmly inside, curling them perfectly against the spot he has partially memorised. 

He moans against your skin, pressing his mouth to your leg and spreading his other hand out onto your stomach to help keep you still.  

He moves his fingers slowly, painfully slow, watching your face for every minute reaction and savouring every gasp and whine. 

“Was thinking about this,” he says softly.“When you were under my desk, thinking about how I was gonna punish you,” he teases, “how I was gonna make you come and come and come.” He flicks the edge of his thumbnail over your clit and grins as you jump and throw your head back. 

“Doesn’t that sound nice, hmm?” He keeps up his tortuous pace, slowing the second he deems your wriggles too much. 

You moan out an answer, unable to get your mind to fully form words as he keeps sinking his fingers a fraction deeper before he pulls them back out, dragging the tips against your walls.

He watches intently, eyes gleaming as he’s mesmerised by how spread and stretched you are, how your slick coats his skin and how the sound of your wetness builds with every movement. 

“You like me touching you like this? Like how needy and desperate you are?” He pushes in deep, slow and steady and groaning as your body tries to pull him further. 

You can’t stop the tiny micro tremors just running up and down your legs as the stretch sets your blood on fire, your clit throbbing almost to the point of pain. “Blue,” you manage to choke out, almost unable to even try to stay still anymore. 

“Oh fuck,” he squirms, rubbing his aching cock against the floor as he dives back between your legs, lapping and sucking at your clit until your moans make his eyes roll back. 

He swirled his tongue, teasing you with his teeth for a second before he forced his tongue into you alongside his fingers. 

You gasp and he groans, pushing the bridge of his nose against your clit as he feasts on you. 

It’s all too much, too good as your muscles tighten and pleasure pitches higher. “Blue, Blue, fuck,” you grab hold of the back of his head, your fingernails scraping across his scalp as you try to warn him. “I’m gonna, you’re gonna make me…”

He groans and latches back onto your clit, sucking on you for all he’s worth as he strokes your walls and ruts against the floor. 

You gasp, every nerve set alight as you come. Euphoria burns into your muscles, overwhelms your senses as your body bucks and shakes until Blue’s skilled touch. 

You barely have a second to recover, breathing hard and blinking heavily as he sits up eagerly. He pulls off his t-shirt and yanks his trousers down to his thighs, his cock springing free. 

His hands are firm as he grabs the back of your knees and tugs you closer to him in a rush. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Honey,” his voice drops as he says your nickname, a whine that is so dark that it sends a shiver down your spine. 

He takes himself in hand, roughly rubbing his tip through your soaking folds. 

You shudder and buck as aftershocks of your orgasm flow through you. 

“Blue-”

“You’re so bad, fucking grabbing my head like that when I told you to stay still,” he groans, notching himself at your core and pushing in with a firm thrust. 

You gasp, your back bending as he presses inside, slides deep and smooth with how wet you are. It feels so good, that deep stretch that you still haven’t fully gotten used to. It briefly robs you of your breath and thoughts for a moment. 

He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he bottoms out, relief washing over him at finally being inside your tight, wet heat. 

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you? Can feel you squeezing me, god you get so worked up again so quickly Honey,” he kisses your neck sloppily, moaning against your skin as he gives a few short experimental thrusts. 

Pleasure floods along your nerves as his head nudges dizzyingly deep, a strangled moan escaping your lips. 

“Oh fuck Honey, yes, yes, yes,” he ruts faster, grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand. “Wanna fuck you until you can’t form words, until you’re fucking drunk on me.” 

You want to tell him you’re already there, already lightheaded with pleasure, but all that comes out is desperate whines when you open your mouth. 

“Yes, take it, Honey, take me, gonna make you come so hard,” he snaps his hips into yours, rocking his body against your clit and keeping his chest pressed to yours, “gonna make you come all over my coat,” he nips at your neck, his sharp teeth enough to make you scream. “Gonna wear it every day and just know you’re always with me, know how hard I made you come.” He gasps as you tense, your pussy fluttering and sucking him deeper. “How you’re mine, mine, mine.” 

Pleasure cracks along your spine as he keeps hitting that spot inside, filling your thoughts with nothing but him. You gasp out his name, every muscle tensing and shaking as he pulls another orgasm from you, pushing you into bliss and fucking you roughly through it. 

You gasp, trying to recover and take in a lungful of air, but he keeps going- hasn’t stopped or slowed, still bullying his cock into you repeatedly. Your slick soaks into his coat under you, making each buck of his hips sound obscene. 

“Blue,” you whine, your back arching as much as it can with how he pins your hands above your head. “God,” you sob, overwhelmed with pleasure. It shouldn’t feel this good so soon after you’ve come, you shouldn’t be this close already. But it’s like one orgasm is rolling into another. You whine and squirm, almost trying to escape the sensations but he presses closer, focusing all his energy on making you scream. 

“That’s it, one more, one more,” he mutters in time with his thrusts, the slap of skin against skin nearly drowning him out. Sweat beads on his forehead. “One more Honey, give me one more, please, need to feel you squeeze my cock again.” 

You whine and shake your head. 

He lets go of your hands, grabbing hold of your chin and kissing you mercilessly, slipping his tongue past your lips as his hips jackhammer into you. 

He pulls back just enough to break the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “You want me to stop?” He groans.

You shake your head. 

“You need me to stop?” 

“No,” you sob, so desperate for the pleasure he’s pushing you towards. 

His eyes roll back, cock throbbing as your pussy flutters and pulses around him. “Gonna fucking fill you up, to the brim, gonna-”

You cry out, his words and desperate look sending you over the edge. You tense, squirm, your body almost trying to escape from the sudden wave of extreme pleasure that takes you. It’s overwhelming, earth shattering as it runs through your muscles like a current. Taking you apart and putting you back together simultaneously. 

Blue moans loudly, trying to fuck you through it but your face thrown back tips him over the edge. He comes deep, and stays true to his word and he pumps you full of his release. Your walls squeeze around him, seeming to prolong his pleasure, keep him coming and coming until even his bones feel weak and useless. 

He tries not to completely collapse on you, shifting a little to the side while still staying buried deep. But it’s easier said than done. 

“You okay?” He asks, breathing deeply. 

You nod, wrapping your arms around him and pressing close. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling until his lungs ache. “I fucking love you, Honey.” 

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What if the two versions of Blue Jones were twins? One works at the Mental Hospital, and one works at the Club.

Orderly Blue is more reserved, always looking at you like he knows something you don't. He's quieter, voice more subdued, not as eccentric as his brother but still a sweet talker, knowing the right subtle words to twist people around his finger to get his way, or to explain away anything odd.

He keeps his anger in check better, repressing most of his insanity till it bubbles just under the surface, hiding everything behind his knowing smirk so you never know when you've stepped into his trap until you can't get out. Orderly Blue keeps his shading dealings more secretive, no one really checks whether the hospitals being skimmed for money, the girls left there don't have families that'll call to check up on them. This means the entire building is under his thumb, he has free reign, nobody to appease but himself.

Club Blue is the eccentric, outgoing one, the people person, the smooth talker. His anger is more explosive, happening when you least expect it, which can get him in hot water when he acts without thinking.

He gets more money from his business, has more connections due to his clientele and it boosts his ego, makes him feel like the important one. Since his business is more open to the public he feels the need to keep up appearances more, and is strict about what goes on behind the scenes. Anyone acting out of line and Club Blue will "take care of them"

The Twins work together to benefit themselves. If a dancer is acting out, Club Blue sends her to the Mental Hospital for "rehabilitation." If he needs someone to sub in for some dancers or needs a specific type, he'll ask Orderly Blue to send a girl over for a few days.

Likewise, if Orderly Blue is needing some extra funds for "treatments" and "maintenance", he asks his brother. If he needs some connections, like the High Roller that makes his bank from his lobotomy surgeries, Club Blue sends them over.

Their dynamic works, even if they both secretly hate each other and feel they do more to pull their weight than the other. Sometimes they'll slyly compete or screw each other over so they can to feel in control. Club Blue needs a forged signature for selling off a girl? Shame, Orderly Blue is busy doing therapy that day, but maybe if he had the extra cash he could hire a therapist instead. Orderly Blue needs a way to cover up a "missing" patient? Club Blue might be in good with the Chief of Police, but he'll need a girl for a few days to smooth the deal over.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Go — Stay

Blue Jones (Sucker Punch) x F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: He was on orderly. She was a mental patient in the 1960s. Can I make it anymore obvious?

~ I had a super spicy dream starring Oscar Isaac last night so now I’m making it your problem ~

Warnings: Noncon, drugging with LSD, a little bit of blood, hallucinations, bad trip (thanks Blue), synesthesia, out of body experience, mild descriptions of gore, possessiveness, praise, creampie

🔞 18+ my loves. You know the drill 🔞

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The wall is melting.

Dingy beige oozes, drips off studs and rotten framing. There should be something beneath, but you see only darkness, a yawing maw of black stretching and twisting—

You look away, chest heaving. It’s not real. The rippling floorboards, the bright red insects skittering along the baseboards aren’t real, the clicking of their tiny legs isn’t—

Clenching your eyes shut only makes it worse when fiery rainbows explode behind your eyelids. Pulsing colors you couldn’t name if you tried match the beat of your fluttering pulse until you’re dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity. Your eyes fly open and you do your best not to blink.

This isn’t new, this experience. The nurses force you to take something, some medication a few times a week that makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.

But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?

Your doctor had prescribed it, they said. You’re part of some study, something that will help people one day. It’s bigger than you.

What people, you wonder? This sure as hell isn’t helping anyone here at Lennox House.

It was almost pleasant, at first; enlightening even. There were moments of euphoria and beauty. Once upon a time, you’d looked forward to your next dose.

But now there is only dread. Beauty and awe turn to panic and paranoia the longer you’re kept here in this cell, the longer you’re drugged against your will, the longer you’re visited by—

As if on cue, the heavy lock thunks. Jingling of keys, the squeak of the metal door heralds the appearance of Blue. Your heart knocks into your throat, your nails curling into your palms until all you can see is the red of your eyelids.

‘Keep them open!’ something, someone hisses in your ear. You jolt, your head whipping around, but there’s no one here but you and Blue.

“Hey, listen to me,” Blue snaps. He’d been talking, you realize. Your breath shakes as you try to focus, but his leer is curling across his face unnaturally. Your saliva is so thick, nearly choking when you swallow and look back to the bugs clicking on the floor.

“Jesus, these higher doses make you girls crazier than normal, huh?”

“B-Blue…” you squeak, the color of his namesake painting the air in vivid streaks.

“Shhh,” he whispers. It’s a sound that should be comforting, but instead you feel it worming into your ears. You shrug your shoulders in attempt to rid yourself of the sensation.

The mattress dips and warm fingers caress your wrists. Blue tenderly uncurls your digits from your palms, clicking his tongue in disappointment when your fingernails come away bloody. From his pocket, he produces a wad of gauze. Dabbing it along the little grooves in your palm, he murmurs, “Look at me.” You obey immediately. You’d rather see his fucked up face than risk Blue’s ire.

Meeting his dark, hooded gaze makes you flinch. He’s closer than you thought, inches away. He’s not smiling, and for that you are thankful. Nothing for the drug to warp. However, there are fingers—shadowy tendrils wrapping around his shoulders, smoothing across the white frock. You don’t look away from his eyes.

“Relax, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.” You don’t miss the hidden meaning, as much as you’d like to. Blue’s words always mean something else. Yet, you can’t keep your shoulders from slumping, the muscles in your jaw from going slack. It’s so easy to do what he says when you’re like this.

The warmth of his fingers moves to your throat. They trace bright lines down your skin, lines you can see carving through the space above his head. His lips are next, hot and pink on your jaw, breath like fire puffing against your ear.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me.”

“Y-yes.” Your voice feels like buzzing on your tongue. You’re going to be good. He’s right.

His teeth on your neck make you squirm as hands on your hips pull, drag you down the bed until your head spins. You keen, high pitched, when sensation overwhelmes you, even the gentlest touch making you afraid your skin will split open so all this color can come pouring out.

“Quieter,” Blue warns tersely, his eyes darting to the door, back to your face. You shake your head, whimper apologies as he hikes the tattered hospital gown up to your waist. Suddenly, the ceiling above is cerulean sky, bright sun peeking behind clouds, blinding and beautiful. It distracts you as Blue rips open his pants, parts your quivering thighs, settles between them.

His palm slaps over your mouth as he pushes into your heat. It’s so, so slick and easy for him. Why are you leaking?

The sudden intrusion brings you back to earth, back to rotting, blackened drywall. A strained cry crawls up and out of your throat and leaks around his hand, brilliant orange smoke.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart,” Blue grunts, his lips finding your ear again as his hips snap up, up, up. A hot palm smooths over your rear, tilts your hips up to meet the feverish thrusts. His pounding heart you can feel against your own chest, purple pulsing between your bodies.

Your fingers find his shoulders, nails digging in and drawing a low groan from Blue’s throat. You stare in awe when white light explodes around your fingertips. Blue moans and nods when you push harder. Will your digits break through, plunging into the gleaming expanse of his shoulders—

You’re not sure when it happens, or how. It might have been slow; you might have melted out of your physical form and dripped upward. Or maybe it was instantaneous, like a flash of lightening. It doesn’t matter, not when you’re looking down at your bed from above, at Blue using your empty body, at your vacant expression.

You don’t feel anything he’s doing to you, you realize. You don’t feel the fingers pressing divots into the flesh of your ass, the teeth set against your throat, the thick length popping in and out of your slick slit. All you feel is weightlessness. You’re floating, hovering in midair, like gravity forgot you. It’s almost like freedom—

Your eyes snap open. The worn bedsheets grate against your back, rustle loudly in your ears. Around you is your skin, caging you in. A prison within a prison. Above is the water-stained ceiling, the panel in the left corner missing as always. Through the dark opening drips murky water and something thick, oozing, sticky viscera….

“There you are,” Blue purrs. His nose brushes yours. Sweat beads along his brow like dew, wetting his hair. You blink and meet his heated gaze with your own wide eyes. “You stay here with me,” he orders and you nod, unable to respond with the hand pressed against your lips. Frenzied breaths pour from your nose and your eyelids flutter when he pumps his hips, the wet slap of skin echoing off the melting walls.

Now you feel it.

Blue sinks his teeth into his bottom lip at the sound of your muffled cries. He speaks through gritted teeth, “I know, sweetheart. I wanna hear all those noises you make for me. I wanna hear you scream for me. But I can’t take my hand off, right? They would try and take you away if they knew our secret. They’d try and take you, but I wouldn’t let ‘em. You’re mine. All mine.” You respond by gripping his shoulders tighter, by squeezing your thighs against his hips.

He huffs, his eyes rolling back and closing, brows pulling together in a frown as he concentrates on fucking into your suckling cunt. You’re screaming now, like he wants. You can’t help it, the intense pressure in your belly as hot as the surface of the sun. There’s only him now and the place where you’re connected. So bright, so hot, so full, so, so, so, so….

“Christ, I’m close, cum on my cock, sweetheart. Fucking give it to me!”

It’s his. You’re his, he said so.

You explode, pleasure wracking your core until you’re shaking, every color in existence zinging up your spine, skin tingling like static, tears streaking down your cheeks. Blue chokes on a shout, buries himself deep as your twitching muscles milk him of liquid heat, molten gold.

“Ah, f-fuck,” Blue gasps through haggard breaths. The palm on your mouth is replaced by his lips. His kisses are soft, feather light. Your panting breaths mingle with his before his mouth moves to your cheek. Slowly, almost reverently, he drags his tongue through the tears staining your skin. “You were such a good girl. So good. My fucking good girl.”

Finally, he moves away, a little sigh leaving you at the lessening of sensation. It’s too much when he’s so close. Wetness drips from between your spread thighs and you must tell yourself it’s cum and not whatever was leaking from the ceiling. It’s him, it’s his. Blue’s.

Not as comforting a thought as you’d hoped. Emptiness settles in your gut and gnaws at the anxiety seeping back into your chest.

Clothes righted, Blue wipes his damp forehead on his sleeve. He presses a kiss to your hair as he tugs your gown back in place. Keys rattle.

In the doorway, Blue pauses. “Don’t go anywhere.” That twisting, eerie grin returns to his face and you must avert your gaze, but there’s nowhere to look where reality isn’t challenged. The door clangs shut behind him.

You are alone with your melting walls and chittering insects once more.