#blue jones x fem!reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 2079

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

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

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

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

You nod, eyeing him with a little uncertainty. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah. There it was.

You frown.

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

Oh.

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

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

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

Timothy audibly gulps as Blue stops in front of him. 

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

“I, I was just taking them inside.”

Blue doesn’t even look at you. “Why?” 

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

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

Timothy gulps and nods, wide-eyed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Timothy didn’t have to be told twice. 

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

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

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

“He was taking me back inside.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know Blue.” You say soothingly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My book-”

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

“I don’t think-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, unable to form words. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I See Blue

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ only! DUB-CON, sex pollen, reader gets drugged, possessiveness, oral [f!receiving], daddy kink, derogatory name calling, a lot of teasing, light choking, dacryphilia, reader is in pain [side effect of the sex pollen], Blue refers to the reader as a ‘thing’ a few times [sweet thing etc], unprotected p in v, creampie, paranoia, a little bit of aftercare, implied murder [revenge] - if there’s something I’ve forgotten, please let me know! I just proofread this once so there could be typos Word Count: 6,9K  Summary: Someone drugged you with sex pollen and only Blue Jones can make you feel better. He can’t just let you suffer, now can he?  A/N: Please don’t read this is any of the mentioned warnings might  disturb you. Otherwise, I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve written for Blue so I’m a little nervous but it was fun :) 

DISCLAIMER! Although I wrote Blue Jones to be kind of soft and caring, he’s a dark character canonically and this fic explores some dark themes (he literally runs a brothel). If you haven’t watched Sucker Punch, you may not know that so I just wanted to let you know before you proceed. Minors DO NOT INTERACT! 

YOUR POV

Blue always had his eyes set on you.

That’s why he was the first to notice that you never left the dressing room when everyone else did. It was late, late enough for it to be pitch black outside and silence to linger in the large building. The music was been turned off and the chit chat of clients and the other girls had mellowed out. You could surely hear a pin drop now.

He would never tell a soul but he was worried about you, as worried as Blue Jones could be over another person. After all, you were his best girl. The little dagger deep in his mind. You were the center of his dreams, at day and at night. The protagonist of his dirtiest fantasies. 

As he paced down the dim corridor, some of the guards glanced at Blue and stepped side instinctively. No one wanted to be in his way ever. They either feared him or respected him. Blue believed it was mixture of both. 

Finally, he reached the dressing room. He didn’t understand why you’d stay here so long after closing. If you needed ‘alone time’, there were better places to be. 

“Now what do we have here?” Blue pushed the door open to the dressing room, seeing you sitting by a vanity. He instantly noticed the way you were slouched over the cluttered surface, not even turning around when he entered the room like you usually would’ve. Blue had noticed the way you looked at him. He knew of your feelings because you made them so painfully obvious.

Were you sleeping?

He watched as your chest rose quickly, too quickly for someone who’d be resting. Almost as if you were panting, out of breath despite just sitting down. The corset you were wearing looked uncomfortable, paired with all the glittery and golden accessories you had word tonight while serving drinks to clients. Even the red heels were still securely on your feet. Nothing about your position seemed comfortable.

Blue furrowed his brows, walking all the way to your side and then placing his hand between your shoulder blades as he leaned closer. That’s when he noticed that you definitely weren’t asleep. No. You were holding back tears and for some reason you refused to look at him.

If someone hurt you then god have mercy on them because Blue certainly wouldn’t. 

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Blue’s hand travelled up your spine, his warm fingers now tracing the necklace that was around your neck, gold complimenting your complexion. His touch made shivers run down your spine. He had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Talk to me.” 

“Blue...” You whimpered as if you were in pain. The longer he was there, touching you, allowing his cologne to seep into your lungs, the worse you felt. There was a fire within you that kept growing. You wanted Blue more than ever. In fact, you were convinced if he didn’t relieve the pain you felt you would pass out soon. This strong desire scared you. 

Since you weren’t speaking, Blue scanned the vanity, looking for clues. Anything really that could help him figure out what was going on. It didn’t take long for him to spot the tiny glass jar that had been opened, its contents already gone. The heart-shaped logo on the paper revealed the truth; you were drugged. It wasn’t any ordinary drug, no. That was a nasty form of an aphrodisiac, something clients had begun sneaking into the place. 

Blue hated it. 

His girls were good, they were fucking fantastic! He had worked his ass off to ensure this harmony. None of them needed to be drugged by shitty potions that Blue most certainly didn’t trust. Clients were getting too comfortable breaking Blue’s rules these days. Blue considered himself as your protector and he was furious over the fact that someone had slipped shit like that under his roof without him catching them in the act.

The worst part was that the effects wouldn’t wear off in days unless someone did something about it. He knew you must’ve been burning up inside, like a fever was raging within your veins. Your poor cunt must’ve been weeping for some relief. 

Whoever had dared to give that to you, his most precious little thing, would have to face every ounce of Blue Jones’ wrath. The end results wouldn’t be pretty. 

Rage enveloped Blue momentarily as he grabbed the empty bottle. Within a second, he had thrown it in the opposite direction and the glass smashed into bits and pieces against the wall, scattering all over the floor. The loud collision must’ve alerted others but most were used to Blue’s temper tantrums by now. Breaking things never made him feel any better but he had to do it anyway.

“Fuck!” Blue cursed, running his hand through his dark locks. “Who the fuck gave that to you?” The words echoed in the otherwise silent room, surely far into the corridors too.

By the sounds of it, Blue was mad; enraged. Deep in your head, you were convinced he was mad at you. Right now, the last thing you wanted was to upset him. God, you couldn't do that. The thought alone made your heart hurt. You wanted to be good for him, like you always were. 

“I’m sorry,” You mewled, using all your strength to sit up straight and look at him, ignoring the wetness between your legs. Did he see how you were trembling? Not from fear but from the otherwise intense feelings you felt, the desire to be fucked until sunrise by Blue. If he could tell, you were far past the point of feeling embarrassed.

“Who gave this to you?” Blue needed to know, gently grabbing your jaw so he could look right in your teary eyes. Those deep brown eyes of his were full of rage, but also concern, the black makeup and dark lashes making his gaze a thousand times more intense. His fingertips felt like ice on your otherwise boiling hot skin. And god did it feel nice when the rest of your body felt like it had been hit by a bus.

“It hurts,” You struggled to focus on the simple question he asked you. By now, there was a knot in your stomach that felt much like cramps. The uncomfortable ache rendered you weak and desperate. You felt ill and Blue was the only medicine.

“I know,” Blue nodded slightly, “I know, baby. I’m not mad at you. Just tell me who did this and I’ll make you feel better. How does that sound?” That man was so convincing, his words like golden honey. There was something about him that made you blatantly ignore everything your brain was warning you about. It had always been this way.

The first thing you felt was relief. It crashed upon you like a tidal wave when you heard his promise. All you had to do was answer his question and then you’d be all his. Blue would be all yours, too.

Finally, you gave him what he wanted, a name, someone to blame;

“Hector Dunn.”

That was a familiar name, one Blue could put a face to immediately. That sleazy old bastard. Hector thought he was untouchable, often disrespecting everyone he met. Even Blue. 

“He said it was perfume, t-that I should wear it tomorrow,” The confession made you feel stupid now but how could you have known? It wasn’t often you received gifts anyway so when this happened, you had let your guard down. It was easy to see where you had gone wrong looking back. 

“I just wanted to smell it,” That part you revealed more like a whisper, upset that someone had fooled you and that now you felt so damn uncomfortable and sick.

By now, Blue’s blood had reached a boiling point. Tomorrow was supposed to be a show day. Whatever Dunn had planned was certainly not coming true. Blue would make sure of it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, sweetheart,” Blue was happy you had told him the truth, despite how angry he felt too. He knew you’d be good and tell him. That’s what he loved about you, his good little girl, never letting him down or trying to betray him. So obedient and all for him. 

“I’m sorry...” Guilt was eating you up alive nearly as quickly as the mystery substance in your body was turning you into a horny mess. 

“Shh,” Blue cut you off, pressing his finger on your soft lips, “Don’t apologize. You’ve been good for me. It’s not your fault. I’m gonna make you feel better and everything will be just fine, yeah?”

His words made you whimper which seemed to be completely out of your control. By now,even the smallest touch felt like heaven. Knowing what was to come turned your brain to putty. 

You watched in awe as he slid his silver jacket off, throwing it over the back of the chair you were sitting on. Immediately after, he loosened his midnight black tie, never taking his eyes off of you. The sight that was unfolding before you was unreal, almost too good to be true. Seeing Blue like that did things to you that had never happened before. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage now, taking up so much space that it nearly took your breath away.

Blue wasn’t sure if it was merely being in your presence that got him longing for you within seconds or if the remnants of the ‘perfume’ was still lingering in the air and affecting him. Either way, he wanted you and now he finally had you. This was a moment you both had dreamt of for months but perhaps under different circumstances. 

At last, Blue gave you the attention you craved. He pulled you up to your feet with a force that made you throw your arms around him for support. Not only that, your legs were much like jelly at this point. You weren’t sure if you were able to stand on your own. He pushed you by your hip so that you were leaning against the vanity, pressed between it and Blue. His hips met yours and despite the layers of clothes, you felt his cock against your body, pulsing and revealing just how much he wanted you. 

And his lips were so close to yours. Blue cupped your face and stared at those crimson lips hungrily, suddenly feeling starved. 

“Please, Blue, I need you.”

That was the last push he needed. Blue was hooked, completely yours now. He smiled, his nose brushing against yours,

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.”

He kissed you, pressing his lips on yours fiercely. A moan ripped from your mouth as you tasted him, felt his warm lips on yours. There was a hint of whiskey on his lips, tobacco on his tongue that pushed into your mouth. It was intoxicating, you wanted everything he had to offer.

When Blue’s hands found the ribbon in your back that kept the corset together, he tugged at it shamelessly, letting it loosen and then he pulled it off. He couldn’t resist breaking the kiss to look at your chest, taking in the beautiful sight of your tits, the way your nipples perked up when the cool air met your skin. He wished he could remember the sight for the rest of his days.

“Beautiful,” Blue purred, cupping your boobs harshly, making you gasp at how good it felt. As his hands began massaging the sensitive breasts, his lips returned to yours into a messy kiss. As his fingers rubbed over your nipples, you swore you saw stars. His touch was pure magic.

“You’re so...fucking stunning...and all mine,” Blue never wanted anyone to even look at you the wrong way anymore. He wanted you all for himself, not giving a damn about how selfish it made him.

Greedily, you ran your fingers through his hair and then closed your hand into a fist, pulling his head back roughly and in doing so breaking the kiss. Blue hardly had time to show how surprised he was as you lunged at his neck, tasting his salty skin and licking over his pulse. You needed to find his sweet spot and hear the pretty sounds he most certainly could make. 

Blue would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t love the way you were handling him, so fucking needily. You were going to take what you needed from him and Blue was more than willing to give it all to you. He adored the slight pain from the way you tugged at his hair when it mixed with the pleasure of your skilled tongue and lips torturing his neck so blissfully. 

“So fucking eager,” Blue groaned as you licked over that one spot that made his knees weak. That’s when you finally got what you wanted, a moan from him, and gods did you love it. That was music to your ears. 

Eventually you loosed the grip on his hair and began fumbling with the buttons of his white shirt, needing it off now. Blue decided to help you with that and within seconds, it was on the floor among your corset. There was a thin layer of sweat over his chest and stomach, showing off how toned his body was. Blue looked like a statue carved by the ancient Greeks.

“Is this what you wanted?” Blue was cocky, practically beaming with confidence. 

“Yes,” You felt drunk and thirsty for whatever he had to offer. As if to test the waters, you put your fingers on his chest and then dug your nails into his skin, feeling him. Blue clenched his jaw when you dragged your nails down, exploring the muscles on his belly. The rake of your nails made goosebumps rise over his skin. You were unreal.

Many people were terrified of him. Perhaps you were scared too but you certainly didn’t let it show. Blue thought it was a nice change to be touched by someone so shamelessly. You weren’t hiding the fact that there was nothing you wanted more than Blue, not even air. 

“Such a good girl,” Blue grabbed your wrist harshly, dragging your hand away from him so he could bring it to his lips. Before he released you, he kissed your palm, then your wrist. Next thing you knew, his hands wrapped around your waist and his tongue licked a stripe up your neck. As he found the spot between your neck and shoulders that made you whimper, he bit you. It stung only for a moment as he started sucking the skin, making sure to leave a mark.

“Oh my...Blue!” You couldn’t help but moan, pulling his body closer to yours. You were convinced your panties were soaked at this point because of how aroused you felt. It was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Despite the pain that threatened to make you crumble, everything Blue gave you felt ecstatic.

“That feels so good,” The words escaped your mouth, encouraging Blue to keep going.

“Yeah?” Blue smirked, lowering his head so he could kiss your collarbones, ever so surely nearing your soft breasts. Meanwhile his hands went even further down, tracing your sides and dipping between your legs. 

“What about this?” Blue wondered which was instantly followed by his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, feeling the obvious wet spot. Blue couldn’t believe how drenched you were and you had barely gotten started. It made his cock twitch in his pants, just the thought of what he was going to do to you.

Every word went flying out your brain when Blue rubbed circles over your clit, the fabric of the panties feeling rough against the sensitive bundle of nerves. All you could muster up as an answer was a deep moan as you tried to buck your hips against his hand, wanting more, more and more. Anyone could’ve walked in right now but neither of you cared.

Blue lowered himself onto his knees, looking up at you, his lips parting slightly as he hooked his fingers under your panties. When he tugged at them, you had to steady yourself against the vanity. He pulled them down slowly and you could only watch as his eyes fell, looking directly between your legs. That’s the first time you felt shy, heat spreading over your face.

“Look at you, glistening like a little slut,” Blue felt the water gathering on his tongue as his fantasies were coming closer to becoming true.

Fuck. His words were going right to your core. If he waited any longer, you’d surely faint. 

“Blue please!”

“Please what, sugar?” Blue knew you were in pain. He almost felt cruel as he toyed with you but he couldn’t help it either. This was just too much fun.

As to make things harder for you, Blue caressed your lower back, tracing his fingers over the curve of your ass until he reached your thigh. He guided your leg over his shoulder, forcing you to spread your legs a little bit more in the process. He was so close, the scent of your desire crept into his lungs. Now it was nearly Blue’s turn to beg although he had no need to - he already had what he wanted right in his palm.

“Please touch me,” You pleaded in agony. He promised he’d make you feel better!

“Here?” Blue’s fingers traced your inner thigh, a curious look in his coffee coloured eyes as he glanced to see your reaction.

This man was going to be the death of you.

“No...” 

“What about...” Blue thought out loud, now brushing his thumb over your hips and abdomen which almost tickled a little bit, “here?”

The teasing and the anticipation finally got to you. By now, your legs were trembling even when he was holding you and tears welled up in your eyes, wetting your mascara-coated eyelashes. You dug the heel of your shoe into his back just to get back at him but Blue didn’t seem budged at all. 

“Do you want me to taste you?” Blue wondered, hardly able to hold himself back for much longer. 

“Yes!” Finally he was giving you something to work with. “God yes...I need that.” The haze in your brain made it hard to think but you knew you wanted his pretty lips around your throbbing clit. That would be heaven on earth.

He didn’t waste another second. Blue was like an animal, seeing nothing but you and thinking of nothing but this deep urge, to satisfy the appetite he had for you. He pushed his tongue out and licked a stripe up your slit, tasting the wetness that collected on his tongue. Just like that, he was hooked for life. You tasted so fucking good and Blue Jones was parched.

The support the offered wasn’t enough, not when it felt like he injected ecstasy right into your veins as he lapped up your cunt. In a desperate attempt to stay on your feet, your grabbed a fistful of his hair, earning a low moan in return. His tongue pressed against your weeping hole, pushing in oh so deliciously. Instantly, the ache was dulled by the pleasure he brought you just by tasting you. 

Blue pulled his head back momentarily, pleased to see the satisfaction on your face. You looked blissfully horny, absolutely lost in the moment. When he closed his lips around your clit and began sucking and nibbling on it, your body squirmed in response. Blue held onto you tighter, adjusting himself so that he was somehow even closer to your weeping cunt, your quivering leg locking him into position. There was no place he’d rather be.

As he teased your hole with a finger, collecting your juices, you let out a cry. Your walls were clenching around nothing and you wanted him to fill you up already. Somehow you knew that it was the only way to take your pain away, the only thing that could make you feel so euphoric. Only Blue. 

“Please, Blue,” You were willing to beg for him to push his fingers into you.

Hearing you moaning his name was surreal. Blue cursed under his breath, sure that he’d cum in his pants if you kept moaning like that. 

“You want to be filled, huh?” Blue raised an eyebrow at you, never stopping the delicious teasing as his fingers spread your wetness over your lips. “Do you want daddy’s fingers? Is that what you want?”

Before you could answer, Blue pushed two of his fingers into you with little resistance thanks to how wet you were. He felt how warm your soft walls were and imagining his cock deep inside you was almost too much. He couldn’t wait to fuck you like you deserved to be fucked.

Something about him calling himself daddy while fucking your tight hole with his fingers pushed you closer to the edge at an alarming rate. When he resumed eating you out, circling your clit with his tongue, you were doomed. The coil in your belly tightened at a dangerously, every thrust of his fingers pulling it closer to a snapping point. 

“I’m close, daddy,” You tugged his hair, pulling him closer to you. Blue didn’t falter when he felt you bucking your hips to meet his mouth and fingers unabashedly, chasing that sweet, sweet high. Blue’s goal was that by the end of this, you’d be fucked senseless. He wanted you to cling to him and stay like that. He would make you cum as much as you needed and wanted. Blue was more than eager to please such a good girl as you.

Without ever tiring, Blue curled his fingers against that spot that made you see stars. His pushed his mouth onto your clit like a starved man, looking up at you and seeing your tits glistening under the artificial lighting. Right then and there you were more gorgeous than ever before, in his eyes at least. An angel. Yes, that’s exactly what you were.

“Please don’t stop! I’m gonna...gonna cum!” You wailed by now, not caring if anyone heard you. At that moment, the world outside the dressing room didn’t exist.

The coil snapped in your belly as you came, a shock wave of pleasure releasing all over your body. It hit you hard, intensely and it didn’t stop after one collision. Not at all. Blue kept torturing your clit as you grew impossibly sensitive, your walls throbbing around his fingers so hard he didn’t dare pull out just yet. Everything he did to you prolonged the pleasure and it felt like your orgasm never ended, waves crashing over you again and again. 

“I can’t-” You gasped, struggling to catch your breath as you reluctantly pushed him away. 

That’s when he slowed down, pulling his fingers out of you. They were glistening with your arousal. As Blue threw your leg off his shoulder and stood up, he slapped your sensitive clit, making you yelp in surprise. He had no right making you feel so good by being so cruel. But fuck, you loved it so much it was troubling.

“Feel any better?” Blue wondered, using his ‘clean’ hand to grab your jaw, guiding you closer to his lips.

“Mmhmm...” In fact, you did feel better but there was still a fire within you that needed to be put out. An itch so deep that had to be scratched. You needed him to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. He didn’t need to be gentle with you at all. You were convinced you wouldn’t break.

“You want more don’t you?” Blue chuckled, pushing his slick fingers past your lips and pressing them down your tongue and coating each taste bud. Without being instructed, you sucked his fingers, loving how dirty he made you feel. You never broke eye contact as you circled your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself on him. That must’ve been a clear enough yes.

Blue reached down to unbuckle his belt, his cock painfully hard. He managed to unbutton his pants and he let them fall down to his ankles. Within seconds, he was just in his boxers which hardly contained his throbbing member. You reached down to cup his length, still sucking on his fingers as you slowly began to stroke his cock.

When you felt just how big he was, you felt another wave of arousal gushing from your core. If you were dripping by now, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. 

“That’s it,” Blue growled as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat. Not for a long time, no. Just to give you a squeeze, a thrill of excitement. 

“You’re gonna get what you want,” Blue promised, ripping your hand away for now. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and noticed the pre-cum that was glistening on his red tip. The veins and ridges stood out to you as you glanced down, lips parting in surprise at the sight. 

“You’re so big,” You breathed out, stating the obvious and stroking his already giant ego. 

All you wanted was for him to split you apart on that cock already. Seeing his dick instantly strengthened the cramps deep within you, forcing you to lean against Blue’s shoulder for support. A twinge of pain ripped from your stomach, forcing the salty tears to escape your pretty eyes. 

When he saw you like that, brows furrowed and mascara beginning to run down your cheeks, he felt a little bit sorry for you. He was supposed to protect you and yet here you were, crying because he hadn’t kept a close enough eye on you, crying because you wanted his cock just that badly. 

“I’ve got you, sweet thing,” Blue reassured you, pushing you against the table and helping you wrap your leg around his body for support. Carefully, he guided his length between your legs, running his tip up and down your slit a few times, trying to contain himself when he felt your hot lips rubbing his dick. You were going to drive him mad.

Nothing on this world compared to the feeling of his tip rubbing your clit, the way you could feel the ridges and veins on his cock as they brushed over the sensitive bud. Then finally, Blue pushed himself into you, sinking deeper and stretching you oh so well. His thick cock made your walls flutter around him, trying so hard to take all of him at once.

It’s like his cock knocked all the air out of your lungs. Your lips opened but you didn’t make a sound nor breathe, just immersed in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch. 

“Holy fuck, it feels so good,” You didn’t think about your choice of words at all, as your senses were distracted by pure bliss. The slight discomfort from him stretching you was nothing compared to the agony you had been in moments earlier as a side effect of the thing you had breathed in. Now at last, the pain was gone. All you could focus on was the euphoric pleasure Blue brought you.

Usually, Blue would’ve made a comment about cursing. He wanted to make sure his good girl didn’t say such filthy things but truthfully, right now he didn’t care. Being deep inside of you and feeling your walls squeezing his dick nearly wiped his mind blank. You must’ve had otherwordly abilities because Blue swore he had never felt this way before. There was no logical explanation for it.

This time it was his turn to grab a fistful of your hair - not too roughly - pulling your head back and immediately kissing you. He felt how it affected you, his kiss alone making your cunt swallow more of him eagerly until he had fully bottomed out. You moaned into the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. This time, his lips tasted like you. It was nasty, it was absolutely filthy but god did you adore everything about it. 

“Mine,” Blue claimed against your mouth, releasing the grip on your hair only to once again wrap his hand around your neck. It fit like a necklace, so snugly, so perfect. 

“Say it,” He needed to hear it from you as he began moving his hips, pulling back slightly before rocking right back into you. 

“I’m yours!” 

“That’s right,” Blue nodded, finding a slow yet steady pace to start with. He could feel everything, the spongy feeling of your walls pressing his length so delightfully. 

“All yours, Blue...I’m all yours,” You promised him, sniffling as the inky tears burned your eyes. 

“All mine?” He challenged you, smiling as he toyed with you. At least this time around you weren’t in pain. Knowing that he was making you feel so good and relieved made him so proud. No one else could ever compare.

Blue squeezed your throat when you struggled to answer, still letting you breathe but the pressure added to the delirious bliss you were feeling. Sure, it was Blue Jones. He had done terrible things right before your eyes but you trusted him, as foolish as it may have been. Part of you wanted him to choke you even harder.

“Yes, daddy. Only yours,” you tried to nod, hardly able to do so when you felt him picking up the pace. The room was filled with the sounds of his cock sinking into your wet cunt. Somehow that turned you on even more, knowing that those nasty sounds were caused by his cock pounding into you. Hearing just how drenched you were was shocking.

“Fuck, baby!” Blue cursed, his own desire growing stronger by the second. He pushed your back flat against the vanity, knocking over bottles of hairspray, make-up and all sorts of accessories, making a huge mess. The change of positions forced him to pull out for only a moment as he adjusted. His hands grabbed your ankles roughly as he pulled them over his shoulders, loving that you were still wearing your heels. 

Being manhandled like that was a fantasy come true. You had dreamt of Blue taking you like this, your legs over his shoulders as he lined up with your entrance once more. This time, you had to grab the edge of the table for support as Blue slipped right back into you and picked up the pace.

The new position allowed you to feel him even deeper somehow. Like this, he was surely rearranging your guts. There was no escaping his fierce gaze as you were fucked to another state of reality. Blue couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was a man obsessed with the way your pretty lips parted and moans poured out of your mouth. The way you brows furrowed together and dark streaks of tears decorated your face was a sight he wanted painted and hung on his office wall.

“Look at you,” Blue grunted, making you tilt your head and look at the full length mirror on your side. “Look at you, angel. You’re taking me so well. So fucking well.” Blue glanced at the mirror as well, admitting to himself that you two looked really great like that. Made for each other.

As you were preoccupied with looking at your scandalous reflection, Blue kissed your ankle. He loosed the strap on the heel and pulled it off, throwing it away without looking where it landed. He grabbed your other ankle and repeated his actions, peppering kisses on your leg before guiding your weary legs around his body once more. Blue pulled you closer to the edge of the vanity which allowed him to lean over you. 

“You’re so pretty,” Blue purred as he rolled his hips into yours, his lips tasting your neck. When he grabbed your breast and started tugging on your nipple, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When that bastard pinched it painfully, you arched your back and cried out his name. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Absolutely stunning, my beautiful doll...”

“...Such a good little slut for me.”

At this point, trying to form a coherent sentence was impossible. You were hardly able to think, let alone speak as everything felt so wonderful. If he kept this up, you were sure you’d come again soon.

A particularly loud moan was a tell-tale sign that he was fucking right into the spot that would push you over the edge for sure. With a cocky smile on his face, Blue reached down to where your bodies met and he found your clit that was crying for some attention. He rubbed it furiously, vowing to not stop until you were shaking and cumming all over his cock.

“Oh my god!” You gasped as the pleasure began to overwhelm you - yet you needed him to go on as if your life depended on it. As his cock buried deep inside of you, hitting relentlessly against your spongy walls, you felt fuller than ever before. An orgasm was approaching at a rapid speed and all you needed was for him to keep doing exactly what it was he was doing now. As if mind and body separated, you longed for more although your tender body tried to escape this torturous bliss he was giving you.

“Cum for me!” Blue demanded, his face hovering above yours so you noticed how he was clenching his jaw, sweat covering his forehead as his vein stood out. You swore you had never seen a prettier man ever before in your life.

“You’ve been so good for daddy. Now come, baby. It’s okay.”

That’s the final push, the last bit of encouragement that you needed. You let go, your breath getting stuck in your lungs as your second orgasm enveloped your body and soul completely. For a moment, the world blurred. Dark specs scattered here and there, threatening to spread everywhere. If you were moaning, you certainly didn’t realize it, too fucked out to care.

All that you could feel was pleasure and relief. Your heart was racing in your chest and the corners of your lips curled into a satisfied smile. 

“Thank you...” No words compared to the gratitude you felt then. Who knew what kind of agony you’d be in if Blue had turned his back on you.

Blue never slowed down. He chased his high and dug his fingers into your waist and hips. He wasn’t far behind. In fact, when he felt your walls milking his cock, hugging him tighter and tighter as you were cumming, he couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“Fill me up, please,” You reached down to grab his hand, needing him to fill you to the brim as you were in this lustful state. Logic and sense were not present in the moment.

That was a dangerous request to make for a man like him because Blue couldn’t resist. Eventually, Blue reached his high. He stilled deep within you and let out an animalistic growl, hunching over your sweaty body as he came. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of your sensitive walls made you cry out his name. If you could, you’d stay like this forever.

“Oh baby,” Blue whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he emptied himself inside your cunt. Right then he felt content, soaking in nothing but pure bliss. For a moment, he forgot about the rest of the world and all his duties as he lost himself in you - quite literally.

       At some point, Blue had to pull out of you no matter how comfortable it was to stay like that, as one. He caught his breath all the while looking at his cum dripping out of your hole and onto the vanity. Fuck. He couldn’t believe this had happened but he didn’t regret it for a second. Seeing you catching your breath, body flustered and his cum dripping out of you was worth more to him than gold and diamonds. Now you were all his and the bruises beginning to form on your skin were proof of that.

Blue grabbed his clothes from the floor and began dressing himself, much to your displeasure. 

“Are you leaving?” You didn’t know what you had expected really. Either way, the thought of him leaving you so soon made your heart hurt. Fear threatened to sink under your skin. What would he do now? Nothing would ever be the same.

“Hey,” Blue couldn’t stand the sadness in your voice, “I’m not going anywhere yet.” He grabbed a towel from a drawer nearby before returning to your side. Wordlessly, he pushed your legs apart and cleaned the mess he had made, keeping in mind that you had cum twice and were definitely overly sensitive. 

You felt your cheeks heating up when Blue wiped his cum and your wetness on the towel, unable to face him as he did so. This side of Blue was so new. Had anyone really ever seen him like this? So soft and caring. It almost had you suspecting something was up.

“I’m not gonna let you out of my sight tonight,” Blue started revealing what he was cooking up in his mind.

“What do you mean?” 

Blue tossed the towel into the bin, not really caring if someone found it later. He stood up and walked to the dresser, turning his back on you as kept explaining,

“You’re gonna sleep with me. I don’t trust anyone right now. People are betraying me! Who knows what they’ll do...”

That needed no further explaining. Someone had brought drugs into the place and none of the guards had noticed it. There was something fishy going on and Blue was going to get to the bottom of it. He absolutely despised traitors. 

When he returned to you, he was holding a beautiful, pink robe. Rather gently, Blue wrapped the robe over your shoulders, enjoying the way it looked on you. He could dress you in all sorts of clothes if you gave him the chance and time. Like his own little doll. 

You knew he was thinking, getting lost in his own thoughts when he was so quiet. Blue had a tendency to be loud, not showing any signs of shame when he let just about anything out of his mouth. Right now, he kept his plans for himself as he grabbed make-up remover and cotton, soaking the thing completely. 

“Some things are gonna change around here,” Blue revealed mysteriously as he started wiping your make-up - or what was left of it. Your tears had pretty much gotten rid of the mascara and a rough round of fucking had managed to wipe off most of the red lipstick. 

Somehow, you found comfort in this moment. Blue was cleaning your face and it felt tender, it almost felt normal. He made you feel cared about. But after everything, you were exhausted. Not only had the drug stolen all your strength, Blue had put you through so much torturous pleasure that your brain felt scrambled. 

“Thank you,” You whispered, tired and absolutely overwhelmed by emotions. If you had the strength, you might’ve cried some more.

Blue wiped your under eye, leaving no traces of mascara behind. A small smile appeared on his face but there was a darkness in his eyes. A shadow that revealed something sinister was happening in his mind. 

“I am your protector,” Blue stated as he had done many times before but this time he sounded more serious, “I’m never letting anyone hurt my best girl ever again. You’re all mine. I mean it, sugar. Okay?”

“Okay,” You weren’t opposed to that. For the longest time, you had yearned for him, his touch, his affection. Now that you knew it existed, that he could truly take care of you, you wanted all of it. Whether it was possible or not, you weren’t sure yet one thing was certain, you trusted whatever Blue had to say.

Apparently, that night still had some tricks up its sleeve. Blue pressed a kiss on top of your head while his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin adoringly. The tender moment nearly made your heart leap out of your throat. Since when was Blue Jones such a softie? 

“So Hector Dunn, hm?” He wanted you to confirm what you had told him now that your head was clearer than before. The tone of his voice with your newfound clarity made you realize something, Blue wanted revenge. 

There was no point in lying or trying to change the topic. 

“That’s the guy.”

Blue accepted this. He took a deep breath as he made up his mind. There was nothing else to be done than make sure that Mr Dunn never laid eyes on you or any of his girls ever again. Tomorrow, Blue thought. He’d take care of that tomorrow because right now, his number one priority was you.

“Let’s get out of this filthy room, shall we? Can’t have you surrounded by such a fucking mess,” Blue looked around at the mess you two had created. “You’ve been such a good girl, you need some rest.” 

Sleep sounded perfect. 

A/N: I may or may not have stayed up all night finishing this. I can’t tell if it sucks or not as my brain also feels scrambled (could be covid speaking or my sleep deprivation. Who knows). Anyway, I truly hope that you liked it! 🥺 

#Blue Jones x reader #Blue Jones smut #Blue Jones x you #Blue Jones x fem!Reader #Blue Jones fanfiction #oscar isaac blue jones #sucker punch fanfiction #oscar isaac characters

[stormkobra-5]

Ahhh I’m excited to send this in 🫣

19, 17, 1 if that’s okay? I know it’s like three but one is really just covering the others mouth so I thought it might just be a tiny detail and maybe okay? 🫣

Ummm so maybe Jake Lockley? Do you write for Blue Jones? Whichever one honestly, I’m gonna love it no matter what cos it’s you lol

I hope you like this, Steph! I have to admit I’m kind of nervous about how this one turned out... 👉👈

Prompt: 19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone, 17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god, and 1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex + Blue Jones

Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, written by someone who has never seen Sucker Punch, mention of violence/guns/threats, Blue is an unhinged mf, rough sex, feral switch!Blue, softdom!Reader, sub!Reader, choking, biting, marking kink?, slow dry humping, nipping/biting, Blue being Blue, a bit of an innocence kink?, hair pulling kink, sexual harassment (reader is grabbed by some random drunk guy and Blue is having NONE OF THAT), possessive?Blue, protective!Blue, blood/violence, foul language, a little dubcon toward the end, brief namecalling, Blue is kinda a mean!dom, bit of a daddy kink?, breeding kink, doggystyle, this gets kinky as fuck quite suddenly, degradation?, oral (f receiving), pain play, Blue draws blood

Blue wasn’t a particularly nice man. He was known for being petty, cruel, and downright unhinged— you hadn’t been at the brothel for this one, but apparently he’d once cornered and threatened a bunch of girls with that shiny pistol of his, and had gotten physical with Babydoll. You hadn’t seen the gun, but you had heard all the girls’ stories. They were all afraid of him.

That was something that just didn’t happen with you.

You were notoriously Blue’s favorite girl. When you’d first shown up looking for a job, you were just so sweet, nice even to the bitchiest of girls in the club and polite beyond measure. Blue called you his little kitten, or his songbird, or whatever he felt like calling you. He’d seen you, and had decided that you were all that mattered. He loved your innocence, your sweet disposition… He bought you extravagant outfits, usually always in a shade of blue, and only the best makeup, although he didn’t like it when you wore a lot. He sometimes did an act with you, although most of the time he was content to watch. He gave you a list of things he wanted you to do— how and where he wanted you to care for yourself, what spas to go to and when, what to eat, when to exercise, that sort of thing. He even generously gave you days off on your period, when the other girls were made to work regardless. In his own twisted kind of way, he cared for you, although it was probably more infatuation than love.

Though you’d be lying if you didn’t feel the same type of connection to him, even if you were far too shy to act on it. What if you were reading the signals wrong?

So, you wore his favorite lingeries— the pastel blues with the feathers puffing from your waist that made him smile and get those sparkles in his eyes. These were the outfits that made him call you “bluebird,” and the name kind of stuck. When men flirted with you or tried to get handsy, you never dared to flirt back. You ran straight for Blue to tell him about it, to which he’d always reply, “Such a good girl, huh, bluebird?” The praise always sent shivers up your spine, and you never saw the men who’d flirt with you again.

You were Blue’s favorite girl. You knew he’d never hurt you, so you were never afraid. He never gave you a reason to be. Even if you messed up a number, he usually always asked what was wrong, and you always apologized profusely. He had complete and utter control over you, and you didn’t mind it one bit. He made you feel safe rather than threatened.

It was an average night. You’d just finished a sexy number and we’re turning to go backstage, where Blue waited for you with a proud smile on his face. You’d driven the whole club crazy, and you swear you saw him mouth, “That’s my girl.”

You heard a bit of commotion behind you and turned to see a man climbing up onto stage after you, clearly intoxicated. You tried to move faster, shooting Blue a look of terror, but your feather train proved to be a hinderance tonight. The man roughly grabbed your feather train and yanked you backward, nearly knocking you over into him. It took everything you had to keep your balance.

You whipped around with the intention to slap the man hard, but you didn’t get a chance.

Blue surged up alongside you, gentle hands on your waist a huge contrast to how hard he kicked the man up under the jaw. As he was thrown backward, sprawled out on stage and stunned, Blue guided you several steps away. “Did he hurt you?” When you shook your head frantically, Blue urged you farther away. “Go backstage, bluebird, okay?” He didn’t give you time to, and you were frozen in shock as Blue rounded on your harasser with a fury in his eyes the likes of which you’ve never seen.

Blue lunged, fist connecting with the man’s face hard enough for his rings to leave actual bloody prints. “Don’t FUCKING touch what doesn’t belong to you!” The crowd gasped in alarm; Blue didn’t care, continuing to beat the man regardless. When Blue stumbled back, fists and sleeves covered in the blood of the man’s busted lip and nose, you were one of many that gasped when Blue pulled a pistol from his belt, it having been concealed so neatly under his waistcoat.

Unlike everyone else, though, you didn’t cower.

“Blue, no!” You rushed forward, standing in front of Blue and cupping his face in your hands to make him look at you. It was the first time anyone had been brave enough to stand between him and someone else when he was holding a gun, much less grab his face while he was doing so, in a tender manner. It was also the first time that you had called him by name, instead of calling him sir. He didn’t understand the moment that was happening, standing there and staring into your eyes in a bit of shock.

It all happened so fast. One minute Blue is ready to blow off the guy’s head, the next he’s dragging you by the wrist off stage, through the brothel’s dingy hallways and straight to his office. He’d barely closed the door before he rounded on you with a shout, roughly shoving you into the room. “What the hell was that about?!” Blue had never yelled at you. Not ever.

“I—“

Blue wouldn’t let you get a word in edgewise. “You wanted him to drag you off there, huh?! Throw you over the nearest table and fuck you in front of everyone like a whore?!”

“No!” You cried; before he could say anything more, you quickly added, “I didn’t want anything to happen to you— if you’d’ve shot him, in front of everyone… they’d take you away. I didn’t want that to happen.”

Blue took a breath. You could see the moment that he went from seething to astonished. “O…Oh…”

“Yeah. Oh.” You looked at him, sympathetically.

“I-I um…”

It was the first time you’d ever heard Blue speechless. It was the first time you’d ever heard him stutter. And it was definitely the first time you saw him blush. He looked so pretty, you swear your mouth started watering.

Maybe it was the weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, but you couldn’t help yourself. You inched forward, step-by-step, giving him plenty of time to back out of this or tell you no, but he didn’t. Blue’s tongue darted out of his lips to wet them as he glanced down at yours, now inches away; he let you kiss him, softly, slowly… at first. Eventually the kiss became more heated, weeks of longing finally seeping out in the form of passionate making out. Blue’s hands came up to cup your face and bring you closer to him as he tried to back up blindly to the couch; you helped him, guiding him to the soft surface with a gentle touch. He fell back against it as if you pushed him, but his hands on your waist pulled you down with him. He moaned into your mouth, fingertips digging into your hips through the thin fabric of your lingerie. Yours came to tangle in his dark hair, threading through to the back of his scalp and tugging. Blue whimpered as his hips involuntarily jerked into yours, making you gasp.

“I-I’m sorry, bluebird, I— nghh-“ He lost any sense of forming coherent words as you started to grind down on him, feeling how extremely hard he was against you far too well with how little you were wearing.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You like this?”

“Oh, sweetheart— yes—“ Blue’s head fell back against the couch as your hips rolled together. You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders, Blue’s iron grip on your waist enough to help you move and press harder against him. “Bluebird— fuck—“

Without thinking, you leaned forward and bit down lightly on the crook of his neck.

The light mark was enough to drive Blue to something feral.

He lunged up, turning and shoving and manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees in front of him. The clink of his belt made you whine, which turned sharply to a gasp as he quite literally ripped your lingerie clean off. Not saying a word, he sheathed himself inside you without warning, nearly making you scream. Blue himself groaned deep from his chest, which turned into a growl as he swept an arm under your stomach and doubled over your back. “Mine,” he hissed in your ear, before starting to pound into you at a bruising, frantic pace, rubbing harsh circles over your clit. Your attention was split between the sensation of Blue absolutely destroying you, and the feeling of his teeth biting down hard on your neck. Hard enough to puncture the skin and draw blood. He kept a firm hold of you, pulling back only slightly to lick the spot he’d bitten you in an attempt to soothe it. “Now everybody will know just who you belong to,” Blue snarled, nipping at your ear. At the sight of his mark on you, Blue started to go faster.

You sobbed in pleasure, chanting his name, begging him, although you weren’t sure what exactly you were begging him for. “That’s it, bluebird,” He growled softly into your neck, “Can feel you almost there. Let go for daddy, hm?”

A high-pitched whine escaped your throat as your entire body spasmed, clenching so tightly around him it made him yelp in surprise. “Fuck—“ He pistoned his hips faster, trying to reach his end.

It was only when it was too late that you realized what he meant to do.

“B-Blue, wait— pull out— condom—“

“No,” He answered in a deep breathless growl from the back of his throat, and clamped a hand hard over your mouth as he bit down on your shoulder, adding a mark to mirror the one on your jawline. His hips stuttered, and you tried to squirm away, but his arm around you held you too tightly against him.

“Blue!” Despite your scream, you arched into him, bringing him impossibly deeper. He cried out as he stilled, cumming as deep inside you as he could possibly get. Your body tightened around him a second time, sucking in everything he had almost desperately. You felt a distinct warmth against your insides and rather than detesting it, you actually whined.

Blue chuckled between his pants against your neck. “See? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To have me deeper inside of you than anything else can possibly get? Hm?” He sounded mocking as he licked the shell of your ear. “Aw, poor baby’s too cockdrunk to talk.” He left a trail of kisses along your jawline, his length twitching inside you as he grew hard again. “I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t move without me dripping out of you, sweetheart. That way everybody knows you’re taken, when they see my cum running down your thighs. You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine, and I’m gonna keep reminding you of that however many times I have to.”

“W-what if…” You could barely fathom the thought, let alone the words. Luckily, Blue seemed to know what you were asking. His hand splayed across your stomach, his rings ice cold against your fevery skin.

“I get you pregnant?” As if to make his point, his hips started gently grinding into you, fucking his release even deeper; your obscene moan made him laugh, and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. “You want that, huh? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Answer me, bluebird.”

Blue Blue Blue— it was all you could think, and you heard your own voice begging him desperately for it as his words went straight to your core. He kept a hand on your stomach as he slowly rolled his hips into you. “Sweet little bluebird wants me to breed her, huh? Just like a— unh, fuck— bitch in heat. Need to fill you up, sweetheart. Over and over, until it takes.”

When he came in you a second time, coaxing a weak orgasm from you, Blue soothed the bleeding bites he’d left on your skin with his tongue. “Oh, fuck, bluebird— I’m never letting you out of bed, fuck… one more time? Can you go one more time?”

Your weak sob made him coo gently at you, kissing your shoulderblades. “Pretty girl, you can— good girl, such a good girl for daddy, letting me breed her like this...”

You were up until dawn with his one more times. And in the morning, you woke to him between your legs, pushing you through two more orgasms with his tongue and suckling at your clit, before crawling up between your legs and pushing himself inside you again. “Gotta make sure it takes, bluebird. Can you keep it all in for me?” Blue was surprisingly gentle with you, and after another orgasm, you vaguely heard him say, “Nobody’s going to be pulling you off stage again, not with me taking care of you. You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.”

But it was something you’d been running through your head since the day you met him.

You were his, his, his.

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[realworldsucksendhelp]

Monsters Together

Blue Jones x Tomboy?/Boyish/Short hair/reader

But you can just skip like the first 2 paragraphs if this isn't you

"Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth."

Summary:

Y/N L/N was never one to fit it, always questioning Blues motives and ways in exchange for her own money. Every month they would meet, y/n would g9vr Blue money and Blue would treat his girls.with respect. But what happens when they slowly look forward to these meetings?

This is 100% self endulging fan fiction

Slight illusions to sex toys, not acutal smut tho

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

Y/n didn't fit into the gender norms of her society.

In the 1950s a woman having short hair and dressing almost exclusively in suits was absurd, and made Blue detest her.

She was everything Blue hated in a woman, she talked back, never wore anything revealing and never gave into his charms. Her hair wasn't even glamoires, it was cut like a man's, god knows here she got it done.

She was also a 'feminist' meaning she belived in women's rights witch was BAD for Blues buisness, not that he wasn't totally against the idea..he just really likes the money it brings him.

However she was incredibly wealthy, and that did attract Blue, so they made a deal.

He treats the girls nicer, and he receives monthly funding from Y/n.

The exchanges were short and snappy. Blue having a go at Y/ns 'masculine' qualities and y/n pointing out Blues messed up the past and how she shouldn't even be doing business with 'scum like him'.

But it didn't take long for Blue to look forward to these monthly meetings.

He would never admit it but he enjoyed the back and forth banger the two shared and he admired the way y/n looked.

Not many women could pull off short hair but he had to admit it she did it, and she did it well.

All of Blues hatred for the women went away one day, 23rd April and he remembers it clear as day.

She walked in surrounded by his goons as per usual, wearing her suit as per usual but she lacked her usual..pettiness.

To say Blue was shocked when she didn't make a passing comment on being escorted around by security would be an understatement.Instead she just sat there, reaching for the money and slamming it on his desk. Blue looks at the money and y/n, she only gives a nod before walking off.

"Wait"

Blue reaches for the money, flicking it between his fingers, Y/n looks annoyed that Blue called her back.

"What"

Her jaw is clenched and fists balled up, she makes eye contact with Blue and he places the money on his desk, giving it a slight pat before walking over towards a distraught looking y/n.

"Really? No sly comments? Want to make fun out of my outfit? What is it to-"

"Blue just-i'm not in the mood today okay? You have your money and I haven't heard any reports from girls so we're good here yeah?"

Blue stands there speechless ad y/n opens the door and leaves, he's not entirely sure what his thought process was but before he knew it he was chasing her out of his office and down the stairs.

"Y/n! Just wait!"

"What Blue?"

Y/n didn't expect anyone else so she let the tears go she had been holding in for what has felt like hours.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing Blue..it's just my um.. Husband was found with another woman"

Blue couldn't understand?

Y/n is so confident, funny, sarcastic and had good looks why would anyone be in their right mind…

F

U

C

K

This is when he knew he was in deep,

but messed with the realisation was anger,

And Blue knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Sorry to bother you y/n"

And he simply walked off, not before muttering to one of his goons

"Find her Husband and bring him to me by tonight, if you don't i'll kill you too"

The poor guy gave a timid nod before running in the same way y/n exited.

Blue was going to kill that man, and yes he was crazy but y/n doesn't need to know. Weird how seeing someone vulnerable can spark so many emotions. Maybe Boue should be working on that but now is not the time.

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

"Mr.Jones"

Blue sat at his desk, cigarette between his two fingers and feet propped up on the desk. He looked up at the poor boy he treated before, he simpleing noffs and gets up to close the blinds of his officers

Y/Ns Husband walks in, two guards grab his elbows as Blue closes the blinds, they leave him in the middle of the office before walling off and locking the door from the outside.

"Mr…"

Blue sits back down. He knew y/n had a husband but never got to talking about it with her. He waits for then man to respond, not looking in his eyes, he wants to save that for when he slits his throat

"None of your damn business…who are you? Why am I here? Did y/n send you?"

"Why would she send me?"

Blue thoughts went faster than they did on earth. Was y/n dirty? No, I mean she wanted the sweet innocent girl he would usually find attractive, but she had..

Morals

Or did she?

"Oh please,that women kills whoever looks at her wrong"

Blue sat there, speechless before coming to a realisation..if she was dirty, surely she would want the man dead there heard, Blue got up, moving his feet of his desk with grace and walked across the room, not bore keeping the guy in the chest, ge lets out a groan of pain and Blue simply smiled, he walked over and knocked on the door, the guard outside opens it and Blue whispers.

"Find me Y/n in the next two hours"

┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ╽ ࣭ ࣪ ┊𖡼̩̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧𖡼̩̩̩.𖤣𖥧̩̩̩̩┊ ࣭ ࣪ ྏ̮̩̩̩̩̩ ̣ ͘╽ ࣭ ࣪┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩ ּ┊ ࣭ ࣪ ❁̮̩̩̩̩̩

The Next few hours went by slow, but it was all worth it when Vlue sore Y/ns dace as she walked thought the door to find her Husband battery and beatin up, s sick smile grew on her face as she looked over at Blue who gave a wink.

Y/n would never admit it, but she always felt attracted to Blue, he had done some messed up stuff but once y/n looked past that she could see a glass of a halfway decent man, which is not what she wanted.

She wanted Blue to lay off the girls, give them fair pay and not abuse his power. She was afraid he was going soft, which lessened the attraction by a lot. The only reason she was with this scumbag on the floor is he had seen her kill his brother, so to keep him from tattling on her she gave him head every couple of days. She hated it though, she felt like nothing but ru girls that worked for Blue, she wanted to be in control in the relationship, and she was but not in the way she wanted.

In short y/n wanted a submissive man who was okay with murder and look exacly like Blue Jones, but she knew there was no way Blue wad sub in bed so she chose to keep dreaming.

All of this aside, y/n was hurt when she found her husband with another woman. Not because of what she sore but what he said.

"You really think I even cared? You forced me into this relationship! And no wonder you had to, no one will ever love you for who you are y/n! No one! You're a Monster!"

And now she was standing informed of hum, not a word was spoken as she looked at Blue and back down at her Husband.

"Was going to kill him for you.. but then I thought it would be a gentlemen thing to do, guns in my top draw sweetheart"

Y/n walked over to Blues desk, and slowly opens the draw, and there was a gun and a knife and some ropes and some-

Y/n quickly grabbed the gun and shut the door, not wanting to see what..contraptions Blue had in that drawer.

"You Bitch!"

The man helplessly shouted, y/n pointed the gun at him, she hesitated causing her to miss and hit his shoulder, he clutched it and made eye contact with his wife.

'No one..Will love you y/n..no-"

A gun fire was heard,but not from y/ns gone, she looked down at Blue, still sitting at his desk but the calm and sister expression he had was replaced with anger and pain, he shot the guy right in the head.

"Sorry sweetheart, I know I should have let you-"

"It's alright Blue, I don't think I could hear him yabber on any longer"

Blue laughs slights before turning in his chest to face the women, she had tears balling up in here eye, Blue knew not to pry but curiosity got the better of him

"It isn't true..what he said ya know"

Y/n shook her head and Blue placed the gun down to walk at her side. Y/n had never expected this sought of softness from a man right after they killed someone, but here he was. Blue Jones wasn't the man of her dreams. It was a lie she told herself ever since she met him, maybe now she can start telling herself the truth.

Blue cupped her head with his hands and gave her a smile she never thought she was worthy of having.

"It isn't..okay..I should know"

Blue wiped the tears from her eyes and y/n closed them, she has never felt love like this before, and she loves it.

"I'm a monster Blue"

"Did he tell you that?"

Y/n nodded her head and Blues lips curled into a frown before pulling her in for a kiss.

It was nothing like either of them had experienced before. The love, pain and joy all pour into the way their lips move in sinq.

"Maybe..we could be monsters together"

"I'd like that"

"Me too"

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I started out writing for Moon knight and that quickly evolved into other characters so I will say that I’m open to write for anyone.

I don’t have a lot of rules but I generally won’t describe my reader to stay inclusive as a poc and this is a safe space for the lgbtqi community so no ignorance will be tolerated.

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Triple Frontier

Frankie Morales

Joel Miller

Santiago Garcia

Dave York

Moonknight

Javier Peña

Blue Jones

Miguel O’Hara

#triple frontier #the last of us fanfiction #equalizer 2 #moonknight #blue jones sucker punch #across the spiderverse #frankie 'catfish' morales #santiago garcia x francisco morales #frankie morales x reader x ben miller #the last of us #blue sucker punch #moon knight series #steven grant fem reader #marc spector x fem!reader #jake lockley fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #francisco morales x f!reader #will 'ironhead' miller #benny miller x frankie morales #frankie morales x dave york #dave york x f!reader #dave york x ofc #pedro pascal character fanfiction #oscar issac characters #santiago garcia smut #dave york smut #masterlist #moon knight #joel miller x you #joel miller fic

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My You-niverse: Blue Jones

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Oscar Isaac's Characters x F!Reader, Blue Jones x F!Reader (this chapter only)

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

Warning: some violence because it's Blue

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You looked like you were in a basement. You and America were looking around when a door burst open. Two bulky men in suits walk in and following them was..Marc?

"Grab her," your husband's doppelgänger points to America.

Her eyes widen, "What? No! No! Let go of me! Y/N!" she yells, trying to free herself from the men's grasps.

"America!" you go to reach out for her, but the Marc look-alike pointed a stern finger at you.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare." he marches up to you, glaring you with his brown eyes. He roughly grabs your face and tsks, "I'm really disappointed in you, Bunny."

You gulp. You've seen Marc angry before but this was different. First off, this wasn't Marc. Secondly, Not Marc was angry at you, so angry he looks like he's ready to kill you.

Two men appeared in the doorway of the basement, "Blue."

The man you now know as Blue, whipped his head around, "What?" he sneered.

"We got a situation upstairs."

Blue sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Of course." he looks at you and beckons you with a finger, "Follow me and don't even think about running."

You nod and promptly follow the man who looks just like your husband.

_____________

America was thrown into a room, the metal door shutting behind her. She began banging against it, "HEY! NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE! HEY! HEY!" she slumped against the door defeated.

She turned around, facing the room and tried summoning a portal. Again, nothing.

"Crap!" she hissed.

She hoped that you'd be able to get to her and the two of you would be able to get out there.

______________

Blue led you to a room that you assumed to be his office. He went around his desk and pulled out a gun from a drawer. He set the weapon on the table and your eyes widened.

When he looked up and saw the fear in your eyes, he chuckled, "No, Bunny. This isn't for you." he moved back around the desk to you, "But if I see that gun out of place, you'll wish it was for you." he lightly tapped your cheek, "Stay here and be good."

You watched him walk out of the room and as soon as the door closed, you scrambled looking for anything you can use a weapon. You eyed a letter opener and immediately grabbed it. You slid it into your pants where it couldn't be seen and you waited.

You're not sure how much time passed, but Blue came back with three men, one of which was holding America.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed in relief and you moved towards her but Blue stopped you.

"Not uh uh, Bunny. We're gonna have a little chat." You and America were forced into the two chairs that were in front of Blue's desk.

Blue sat at the edge of his desk, gun now in hand, "We have an issue. Bunny," he sighs with a shake of his head, "You were my star. My girl. And now look at you. You're really going to throw it all away for some brat?! I gave you everything!"

"This isn't right, Blue."

He scoffs, "Oh so now you wanna tell me what's right and what's wrong? Baby, did you forget that we built this together? Where the fuck is this 'holier than thou' act comin' from, huh?"

"I-I don't know," you stammer out.

Blue let's out a deep breath, "I can't let this slide you know. If you go unpunished, the other girls will think they can walk all over me. And we can't have that now, can we?" he cocks his gun and raises it up. Slow, with intimidation.

But you were quick. You slid out the letter opener, flinging it at Blue. It lands in his shoulder with a howl of pain.

Angry, Blue raises his gun towards you and America throws out her hand with a scream. Suddenly, a bright, star shaped portal appeared.

The men in the room, including Blue, froze, "What the fuck?" Blue mumbled.

"Come on!" you grab America and you two rush to the portal.

You hear gunshots and a pain in your arm. You land in some grass with a thud and the portal disappears.

You and America sigh in relief before your sigh turns into a groan of pain.

"Fucking shit," you sneer as you observe your bleeding arm.

"Are you alright?" you look up to see a man who, again, looked like your husband, but also not.

#blue jones x reader #marvel #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #f!reader #female!reader #fem!reader

[soulcandi]

𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 | 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

synopsis: on your fifth day at the lennox house, blue jones called you his puppy. and to the amusement of everyone else trapped inside this glittering hellhole, it stuck. it stuck like glue.

warnings: written with afab!reader in mind, fluff, heavy petting, mentions of sex, no explicit smut (yet), pet-play-ish, puppy!girl vibes, mentions of human trafficking (blue literally owns you), mentions of drug use, you smoke a cigarette at some point.

a/n: i actually published this on ao3 like...a long time ago, but i feel bad not posting anything here and also I'm re-watching this movie (sucker punch 2011) and it slaps so hard and i need to pressure you ppl into watching it too. go go go.

word count: 2,932

blue playlist, anyone?

Blue loosened his tie and listened for his office door to click shut behind him. He could feel the black makeup melting underneath his tired eyes that were still swimming from the two whiskies he downed at dinner with his potential client; the very same client he ended up losing by the end of the night. To top off that great show of success,  he also had to fire one of his best men for trying to tamper with one of the dancers. She was new enough not to understand one of the most obvious rules at Lennox:

No one fucks with the merchandise without paying for it.

He would even go as far as to say they might have been a cute couple. If only one of them wasn’t lying in a ditch somewhere off the highway with a hole blasted through their skull.

While Lennox was just a front for his real business —the arms dealing, the coke smuggling, the gambling, all the fun stuff— taking care of his girls was often the most taxing part of Blue’s day. But he was sure that someone else could handle breaking up a few petty girl fights and settling disputes between dancers for a few hours. He was a promised man from now until sunrise. 

He felt the weight of his day slip off of his shoulders as he slinked into the apartment. Being near you always had that effect on him. It was addictive. 

Of all the girls that made up Lennox House, your name came the easiest to him. He nearly gave in when Sweet Pea started calling you Crybaby during your first week. And he had to give it to her, it was a fitting title at the time. But by the third day when you came to terms with your situation and those beautiful wet doe eyes finally dried up, you only ever pointed them at Blue.

You clung to him like he was your lifeline in an ocean of fierce eyeliner and suffocating hairspray fumes. And to make matters worse, he let you. He was the only one who didn’t glare as you walked through the dance studio, but he sure as hell wasn’t smiling either. Unassuming? Maybe. Bored? Absolutely. But bored was the closest thing you’d gotten in the way of kindness since you were booted through the front door. It didn’t occur to you that you should be afraid of the man who not only bought you from your family but who kept you hostage in that dark, lonely place for days on end. 

It didn’t take long for boredom to melt into mild curiosity, which soon took the shape of vivid fascination. His thoughts were consumed by the girl desperately eager to earn her place amongst his best dancers, who didn’t know it but somehow got anything she wanted from the few girls who took pity on her. 

His pride forbade him from immediately giving in to your gentle begging and pleading looks. He wanted to spoil you rotten from the very beginning. You had a natural talent for getting what you wanted and you would have done numbers on his clientele. It was a shame he could never bear to share you with his customers. 

On your fifth day at Lennox, Blue Jones called you his puppy. And to the amusement of everyone else trapped inside this glittering hellhole of a prison, it stuck. Like glue. 

“Puppy?” he called expectantly, a relaxed smile already making its way up to his lips as he loosened his tie an extra inch. The space was everything he could have ever needed —his office, bedroom, and living quarters— all without ever having to leave the building. He’d arranged for CJ to have you delivered there while he finished up his schmoozing, but you weren’t in your usual spot at the foot of the bed when he passed through the entryway.

Blue’s smile instantly tightened into a silent snarl, his eyes flickering around the small, warmly lit room. Evidence of your presence only lingered from the countless nights he had called you there for his own selfish reasons. Your perfume spun through the air in faded ribbons and his eyes fluttered shut as he savored the scent that seemed to follow you everywhere around this dirty place. 

If you weren’t sitting there waiting for him, at least he knew you’d been there recently. There was at least some comfort in the image of you planted on your knees, pouting as you watched the clock mounted on the wall opposite of his desk, watching the minutes tick away into restless hours. 

God, Blue knew he didn’t deserve you. He told himself that every time he came home like this just to sink against your warm, pliant body. He didn’t deserve you. But lord knew he needed you. 

A soft noise drew his attention to the bathroom door, held slightly ajar by a mound of thin fabric that Blue immediately recognized as the costume you’d been wearing in the theater that night. He memorized the look on his potential client’s face when you bounced into the room with a tray of tequila shots balanced carefully in your hands. 

“Close your mouth, hotshot,” he’d wanted to say, but there’s no fun in calling off the dogs before they start wagging their tails. “She’s spoken for.” 

Blue pushed the bathroom door inwards with the back of his knuckle. The hot steam fanned his tired face and he bit back a desperate whine even before he ever saw you hidden there amongst a towering array of bubbles. 

“Who said you could take a bath without me?”

He didn’t mean to startle you, but he certainly wouldn’t apologize for that delicious panicked expression on your face either. You were a shy little thing. A little less than a month at Lennox still hadn’t beaten that out of you. Blue had seen all sorts of girls in all sorts of states of undress, but you did something special to him. He had yet to decide if this was something to be wary of. 

Your back had been to the door when he first entered. Blood rushed to your face and you moved to cover yourself with a small pile of bubbles that you’d accumulated as Blue swaggered closer to the tub, eyes shamelessly drinking in every inch of you that he could see. You felt caught, avoiding his gaze like the black plague. 

He played with you too much. One of these days you were going to bite back and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it. Setting his glass on the edge of the claw-footed tub, Blue kicked off his leather shoes and made a show of jutting his throat so his cigarette wouldn’t mar the red silk tie as he pulled it up over his head. “Just teasing, precious. Make room.”

The heat of embarrassment never left your face and you could only stare down at the iridescent bubbles as Blue undressed in front of you. You’ve only ever seen him bare from the waist down. Or rather — from button to fly. 

Blue took it upon himself to teach you everything he thought a Lennox girl should know and he was generous enough to take the time out of his busy schedule to let you practice on him. You’ve memorized every pulsing vein and tender inch of his cock, just like he instructed you to, but it didn’t make you any more willing to unshield your eyes as your boss slipped underneath the veil of hot water beside you. 

Was this your divine punishment for wandering out of the bedroom and drawing a bath without his permission? You could only lay upside down and count the ceiling tiles so many times before getting a headache. 

Your hair was still pinned up from your time on the floor and Blue watched carefully as specks of glitter rivered down your bare collarbones. He was content in watching you manipulate the bubbles with your hands, stacking them in short towers and swirling your fingers through the water. He took a long drag from his cigarette. Those thick Cuban cigars were reserved for his highest-paying customers only. Besides, he never got used to the taste. Like aged paper and stale earth. 

Blue watched you closely, his eyes trailing up and down the pale scars that littered your delicate fingers. He hated how eager you were to work alongside your friends in the kitchens. He made it very clear from the start that you didn’t have to do anything like that as long as he was around, but you persisted with those perfect little puppy eyes of yours. 

One day he would have to say no to you. But that day was not today. 

He found himself watching the security footage like a hawk whenever you had kitchen duty. After the cook’s little fuck-up with one of his girls a while back, he was hesitant to let something as dear to him as you anywhere near the backrooms. 

But the pig seemed to have learned his lesson. If anything, he appeared to be under the same spell as he was. Poor little fucker. The only difference was that the cook never got to see you like this — stage makeup smeared from warm bathwater and perfumed steam. 

Blue sunk lower into the tub, two fingers pinching his cigarette millimeters above the water’s surface. You were completely bare to him. The only thing decorating your body was a white leather band – just as wide as his thumb was long – secured around your neck. He studied the golden heart-shaped pendant nestled between your soapy breasts, tracing the letters with his half-lidded eyes.

PUPPY

A smug smile wrestled its way onto Blue’s lips, knowing that his name was printed just as bold on the opposite side, right after ‘property of.’ It was one of your first little treats after he became completely and utterly infatuated with you. 

He made it a habit to bestow most of these treats upon you in the crowded dressing room or dance studio. He loved watching the lights in the other girl’s eyes flicker with raging jealousy as they studied your newest gift, knowing that while they shunned you for the next week or so, you would spend all of your time pouting in his bed while he worked from his desk. Once he got a taste of that view, it became impossible to focus on anything else.

“Can I try?”

Your voice rang out in the silent room like a bell. Your arms crossed over your concealed lap and the charm around your neck jingled from the movement. Your eyes were glued to the cigarette between Blue’s fingers and when he held it higher above the water to readjust his weight, you licked your lips hungrily. 

You’ve seen the men on the club floor smoking them all the time as they watched the dancers perform. They smelled god awful and the smoke always clung to your hair even after you shower at the end of a shift, but you couldn’t help but wonder. 

Blue chuckled, unable to hide his growing amusement. The water rippled as he reached across the tub. “Two fingers, there you go.” He instructed you on how to hold it properly, sitting back to watch the show with a snicker.

You wrapped your lips around the papery cylinder and breathed in deep, just like you’ve observed. The bitter smoke rapidly filled your lungs and you leaned forward to cough into your wet elbow, gingerly handing it back out to Blue who was barely containing an understanding chuckle.

“Nah, Nah, Nah, you’re doing it all wrong. C’mere.” He tapped his thigh underneath the water and you recognized it as one of his more casual commands, immediately abandoning your bubble creations to crawl across the floor of the tub until your back was resting up against his slippery bare chest. Your wet hair tickled his jaw as he took another inhale, worshipping the taste of you all along the mouth of his cigarette.

“Here,” he grumbled, skipping the part where he handed it to you just to pin the off-yellow end between your lips. A hand traveled up your throat and his thumb stroked the underside of your jaw encouragingly. “Suck in. Deep.” 

It’s a command and he growls it, watching your chest rise and fall with the glowing of the embers. When he wants you to stop, he taps your cheek with the back of his finger. “Hold it.” And obediently, you do. 

With the fresh, mind-clouding smoke swirling around in your lungs, Blue leans down and slowly kisses up the column of your throat, beginning his journey right above your white leather collar. Such a good girl, letting him pet you like this. He marks you with his lips all the way up to your earlobe, ending your torment with a harsh nibble.

“Okay,” the word leaves him in a regretful breath and he clings to the lingering taste of your skin on his lips. It’s the first time you’ve bared yourself to him like this and he wasn’t going to let you get away without memorizing every curve and dip of your flesh. “Let go, puppy.”

The smoke fans from your parted lips without a single cough or wheeze of discomfort. As soon as the last of the vapors were expelled from your lungs, you turned around to project your proud beaming face at Blue, which he returned tenfold as he let his eyes roam your face freely. Look at you, doing just what he asked.  

He took the opportunity to hike you up taller in his lap until your stomach was pressed flush against the underside of his hardening cock. He groaned at the way your thighs instinctively tightened around his torso. Your eyes grew wide as you smoothed your hands over his chest. Blue smirked, chin jutting upwards in a shallow nod. “Kiss me.”

Like you’d only just been waiting for spoken permission, you instantly captured his lips with yours, allowing his firm hands to rock your hips against his lap in painfully slow circles that made you whine softly into his open mouth.

He allowed his hands to travel freely over the landscape of your body, his hands gliding over your wet skin. Your soapy breasts felt like heaven under his fingers and you let out a desperate little pant as the rough pads of his thumbs rolled over your untouched nipples. The pleasure caught you off guard and you giggled into his kiss. Unbeknownst to you, Blue was memorizing the feeling of your smile and how it molded perfectly against his. 

The drugs did nothing for him. But this — you — he could see himself easily becoming addicted to. 

A heavy knock shook the door to Blue’s office. He hadn’t thought to close the bathroom door when he was still clothed and he could make out the silhouette of one of his henchmen behind one of the stained glass panels past the entryway. 

“Mr. Jones?” 

“Yeah! Just… One —One minute!”

He wasn’t quite done navigating your body, but you seemed put off by the presence at the door, already trying to sink deeper into the protective bubbles. He doesn’t like that—how you try to hide yourself from him.

You’ve turned yourself to face the door now, eyeing the silhouette although you knew whoever it was couldn’t see a thing past the pictured glass. Blue was the only man in Lennox House who didn’t look ready to eat you alive at a moment’s notice. Other than CJ, who always seemed like he would rather be someplace else as he trailed behind his boss and dutifully cleaned up his messes. 

Blue accepted this new position and began assaulting your neck with hungry kisses that made you yelp and melt back into his arms. The knocking starts again, turning thunderous just as he decides to explore the territory that you’ve kept hidden underneath the canopy of soapy water. 

His fingers traced your outer thighs, rolling his fingers in loose circles as he inched his way closer and closer to your core. Blue could nearly feel the tips of his fingers tremble with anticipation before another series of knocks broke his nearly religious concentration. He glared at the doorway as he pulled away, bringing both hands up to clutch your jaw and turn your face to the side so he could plant one last parting kiss against your cheek.

“Dry off,” he barked, a little peeved at himself for letting his workday anger seep into this one moment he had with you. His other hand came up and patted your cheek. “I want you on the bed when I get back.”

The fresh towel he haphazardly secured around his waist did very little to obscure his growing erection and he cussed under his breath. Gathering his clothes into a pile, he heard the water stir behind him and peered over his shoulder to see you leaning halfway out of the tub, looking up at him compliantly. “Okay, Blue,” you chirped, only sounding slightly dejected by his brief dismissal. 

It was like hearing his name for the very first time every time you spoke it. Blue huffed, now glaring sharp daggers at the figure standing just on the other side of the door. Whatever required his attention so desperately better be worth it. Because if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t hesitate to drop another body into that ditch.

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[boredzillenial]

Do you have any Blue Jones drabble/thoughts you'd like to share? 👀 (Because I'm a whore, no pressure though ❤️)

Oof gurl same! I just watched SuckerPunch for the first time the other day and lemme tell you, FERAL! So many thoughts on Blue okay lemme get my shit together ~

This little thing up above omg, I just wanna dig my teeth into him he’s so fucking fragile and unhinged.

He of course is obsessed with control. So much so to the point I feel like he’d control every breath you took regardless of whether his hand was around your throat or not.

He has the SHORTEST hair trigger aggression I’ve ever seen. And as a switch I just wanna top him, tie him up, and get him to freak the fuck out with orgasm denial.

He’s also a crier, and this is truly the only time I have ever wanted to bring someone to tears. Like can you imagine the whimpers as he begs for release.

Ah fuck it I was gonna do bullets but now it’s a drabble.

Themes: non-con (Blue), cock-grabbing (idk if that needs to be listed but hey it’s in there), f-dom, whimpering, tears

You had been called in by Dr. Gorski and some of the guilt-ridden orderlies to assist with a dangerous and violent orderly who had been running his own “operation” of pimping the mental patients out to the highest bidder. They told you they’d leave him in a room for you, ankles shackled to each other and tightly bound in a straight jacket. When you found the room and came in they didn’t mention they had also chained him to the bed and gagged him.

“You really must be something huh?” You chuckle as you close and lock the door behind you. Blue looked at you wide eyed and feral and his spastic motions slowed as you neared. “Why don’t we have a little chat.” You say as you carefully pulled down the gag.

“Finally! These fucking bitches tied me up! You gotta let me out I’m the innocent one here! I didn’t do anything my girls didn’t want!” He growled through gritted teeth.

“That’s enough Blue. I need you to listen.” You said in a steady tone. “Can you do that?” The last sentence came out a bit more patronizing than intended.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh?! Who do you think you’re talking to! I’m in charge here!” He spat and grunted, a tear running down his cheek as he struggled against the restraints. You settled on the bed next to him.

“Blue… if you can’t listen I can’t help you dear.” You purred, running a finger down the side of his face and along his jaw. He attempted to pull away from your touch, fear flashing in his eyes. “I’ve been brought in just for you. Did they tell you who they were calling? Hm? Ah well, let me show you what I do” You smiled down at him, slowly rising and yanking the scrubs off of his lower half. Revealing a much larger package than you expected, already hard as a drop of precum connected his tip to his abdomen. “Oh this actually might be fun.” You let out a giggle.

“Hey! What the fuck! You fucking whore what do yo-“ you quickly dragged the gag back up to his mouth, muffling the obscenities spilling from it.

“Much better.” You smiled down at him “Now you listen -“ you spat on your hand and gently wrapped it around his girth. “If you are a good boy, and do as I say, this will be over much faster.” You began to stroke slowly. His muffled moans filling the room as another tear ran down. “I’ve heard you’ve been very bad and that you need to be taught a lesson.” Your grip tightened until the tip was bright red and he squealed against his restraints. You leaned down next to his ear “Are you gonna listen?”

He looked at you with a mixture of loathing and fear as he nodded. You leaned away a bit and pulled the gag down once more. “Wh-what are you doing. Why are -“ he began to whimper.

“Oh you know why -“ your grip tightened again and he lets out another whimper as tears started to stream “- and if half of the things I’ve heard about you are true. You and I are gonna get to know each other real well…”

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[givemea-dam-break]

daughters of the evening

⭒⭒⭒⭒ in which luke’s descent from good may be found.

pairing: luke castellan x (fem) reader

a/n: hey guys!! first fic in a while and i know, i know, pjo book readers are disappointed in me… but i’m just a girl! i’m literally just a girl! please enjoy my brain baby i love her :) i love writing quests so much, so this was really nice to write for my first fic back on tumblr. i hope you guys enjoy! if anybody wants to be added to my pjo taglist, let me know!

warnings: canon typical violence, book spoilers, blood/injury description, rusty writing

words: 5.8K ⭒⭒⭒⭒

(y/n) couldn’t remember when the change in Luke became permanent.

She could remember the hints of something at the corners of his eyes, something that bit at the happiness that filled them, eating away at it like rot on wood. She could remember the slow decline in his respect for his father, respect that had barely been there for years, though was now bridging on outright disrespect.

She could remember the crux of it all, the very moment in which all of the little things began to coalesce into something ugly. A flash of claws, the deep scarlet of mortal blood followed by shimmering gold ichor. The horrible sound of screaming. Gleaming fruits of gold. Gorgeous, blooming green trees towering above them that concealed the violence below.

It was after the quest that Luke, her Luke, was never the same.

⭒⭒

“I don’t remember San Francisco looking like this.”

Luke’s lips curled into a smile. “You’ve never been to San Francisco.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen it in movies through which I have lived vicariously. It’s in one of the Indiana Jones’s, right? Looks different.”

“Those movies are from the eighties,” Luke said. “So, yeah, it’s going to look different.”

Charles Beckendorf, their questmate, heaved a sigh. “Do you guys ever stop?”

“Stop what?” (y/n) asked.

“Being annoying? Flirting? Whatever you want to call it.”

Her face felt awfully hot and she found herself unable to even look in Luke’s general direction. It was a comment that had been made many times in the past, one she was sure Luke was sick to death of, but she found herself yearning for comments like it. They meant that maybe she wasn’t dreaming up something between them.

Either way, she didn’t acknowledge it, rather stuffing her hand into her unzipped backpack and scrounging around until finally she found what she wanted. With a dramatic flair, she revealed three paper maps, each embellished with their names written in colourful pen at the top.

A moment of silence, then Luke said, “Why do we need a map each? Can’t we just share? And where did you even get those?”

“I got them back in Salt Lake City, before we happened upon that massive crab, you remember the one? All blue and slimy.” She pressed the maps into their hands. “There are multiple because knowing you both, you’ll lose them and I’m not buying any more. But, look! They’re colour-coded. Green for me because, duh, Demeter. Orange for Beckendorf, red for you. We can at least make this quest for some stupid apples interesting.”

Beckendorf raised a brow, giving her a strange look. “With glittery gel pen?”

“Glittery gel pen makes everything better,” she insisted. “I’m glad you acknowledge that. Now, come on. With all this talking you two have been doing, we don’t have much time to spare. You’re like a pair of gossiping grannies.”

The two shared a look over her head, one they thought she didn’t see, but it only made her hold back a laugh. They were a relatively upbeat group as it was, but she prided herself on keeping the mood light, especially when danger was looming. With the might of glittery gel pens, a travel-size game of Monopoly, and a cheesy puns book they had picked up off the side of the road, they would be unstoppable should their enemies need a good laugh.

It wasn’t that they weren’t capable of what was ahead of them that she felt the need to joke around, it was just her regular nerves. The three of them were experienced and powerful demigods, skilled fighters and strategists, the best of the best. Luke had his immense skill with a sword and the mind of a trickster; Beckendorf had the brains and strength of a blacksmith, and could sense a trap a mile away and disarm it in moments; (y/n) herself was a powerful daughter of Demeter and, though not to the standard of Luke, was also skilled with a sword.

They hadn’t faced much trouble before. They were a tried-and-tested trio, having been on multiple quests together in the past and finding themselves working well together. 

This time, it seemed like a match made by the Fates. A quest ordained by Hermes, Luke’s father, to retrieve the Apples of Immortality from the Garden of the Hesperides - gardens and plants being the domain of Demeter and, by extension, (y/n). And, no doubt, there would be many traps or the need for a strong mind, hence Beckendorf. He was a year or two younger than she and Luke, but had proved himself upon countless occasions. She trusted him with her life.

Almost a week now they’d been on this quest, and still she felt like a giddy child. Almost seventeen and, at her big age, she was holding back smiles and giggles befitting of a schoolgirl with a crush. Part of it was gratefulness that a demigod such as Luke had chosen her to join him on this quest, even after being friends for years and having gone on numerous quests together already. Part of it was simply that she was madly in love with the boy.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then, watching the way the afternoon sun gleamed on his face, setting his dark eyes alight with flame. There was a curious smile on his lips, one that concealed mischief and intelligence; one she had loved for as long as she could remember. His hair was messy after days of travelling and not bothering to fuss with it - she dreaded to think of what her own looked like, the only mirror she had being her sword - but there was something so extremely endearing about it. Wild curls that gave his lightly-freckled face even more life.

Their maps didn’t help their hunt for the Garden an awful lot. For what had to have been at least two hours, they stumbled around the city, turning this way and that, earning odd looks from strangers. 

“For being the son of the god of travellers,” (y/n) said, “you are horrendous at reading a map.”

Luke gave her a nudge with his elbow as he scanned the map. He was grinning. Her stomach was doing cartwheels. “Maps make sense enough, but I think these ones are out of date.”

“Maps don’t go out of date, stupid.”

Beckendorf was holding back a smile. “I think he’s right. I think our maps are too old.”

(y/n) glowered at them, plucking their maps from their hands. Fine. They didn’t deserve to hold maps graced with her glittery gel pens anyways.

“Well,” she said. “Unless either of you have any ideas, we’re going to be stuck wandering for hours. Come on, Luke. Use your magicky journey powers. They got us this far.”

His eyes shone, and her knees felt a little weak. She loved it when he looked at her like that, when she had said something funny. It was as though the heavens themselves had descended and flooded his face with light and beauty. She couldn’t look away.

“It’s a big garden,” he retorted. “Find the big garden, daughter of the mighty Demeter!”

She knew he meant it as a joke - the sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice - but there was something in his tone that she couldn’t identify. Something deeper than a simple sarcastic comment. This had been a pity quest, of sorts, she knew. Luke had been getting restless and his father had wanted to satiate him, but it wasn’t enough. He was displeased with the gods, to say the least.

But he kept a good lock on his expressions, on his words. She wouldn’t have suspected a thing had she not known him as well as she knew the feeling of grass beneath her feet.

Eventually, combining their powers and the single brain cell that seemed to be taken by Beckendorf, they found their way to the Mount Tamalpais State Park, which was not open to visitors now that the sun was setting.

They stared up at the distant mountain, the sloping greenland and towering trees that led towards it, and heaved a synonymous groan. Quests could never be even slightly easy, it seemed. Why would the gods let them head to a random park in the city when they could have them trespassing in a state park at night, lives in the hands of the monsters and animals alike that roamed the woods? The gods would rather have them arrested than have something be easy.

“You’re kidding, right?” Beckendorf said. “We don’t have to walk all that way?”

(y/n) frowned. She wished more than anything that they could just turn around and leave, a feeling she did not often get on quests. But something didn’t feel right. There was a twist in her gut, a deep intuition that told her something was going to go wrong.

But her gut was also pulling her towards the mountain. There was a power there, unlike any she had felt before, and she wanted to know what it was. 

“We’ll be fine,” she insisted, though she didn’t feel entirely sure herself.

She was the first to make the step towards their darkening fates. If she had known the outcome, she would have turned and fled immediately.

The three of them trudged up the path, flicking on torches when the sky grew darker and the ground in front of them too hard to see. It gave them an eerie glow, entirely unlike the warm glow of their weapons. All of their features were in stark contrast to the dark surroundings; Luke’s cheekbones, Beckendorf’s eyes, her brownbone. It was disconcerting, and it felt all too much like they were the lead characters in a ghost story.

She was considering turning back about halfway there. The tug in her gut was becoming stronger, almost unbearable, and her head was pounding, filled with the worry of the possible incidents that had not happened yet. 

The only thing that kept her going was Luke’s pinky finger wrapped around hers.

Maybe he felt her nerves, so acute that she feared her sinews and tendons and bones could snap at any moment. But Luke knew her. He had known her since they were barely teenagers. He knew her better than she knew herself: every habit she had; every face she made; every hint of a feeling before she knew it was coming. He had some deep understanding of her, one that would have made her feel vulnerable in any other situation with any other person. Luke was not any other person.

His pinky was wrapped around hers tightly, warmer than the rest of her body put together. It curled around hers just so, acknowledging her worry. His jacket sleeve brushed hers.

It wasn’t until they reached the Garden at the foot of the mountain that his hand wrapped around hers fully, encasing it entirely in warmth and comfort. His palms were calloused, fingers ribbed with light scars, but she could not imagine it any other way.

The Garden of the Hesperides was easily the most beautiful place she had ever seen and was likely the most beautiful place she would ever see. Stars hung above them in the night sky, glittering so brightly it was as though they could reach out and touch them with their outstretched fingers. Lush green grass coated the ground beneath their feet and beyond, speckled with flowers so bright they almost glowed in the dark. It was bristling with life, so full of it that (y/n) could feel it all deep in her bones.

But the source of the power lay further afield.

A tree, much taller than the rest, stood at the centre of the garden, boasting more golden apples than (y/n) could count. Its branches swayed in the faint breeze in mesmerising swoops, and the scent of fresh fruit laced with something that could only be described as addictive brushed over them. A faint mist swirled around the trunk of the tree, glittering slightly in the moonlight.

“Holy Hephaestus,” Beckendorf murmured, slack-jawed.

“That’s one big tree,” Luke said. 

“You certainly have a way with words,” (y/n) said.

His hand only squeezed hers in response. She could feel his heartbeat in his wrist. How was it so steady?

There was a shift in the wind, then, and a soft bite came into the air. Goosebumps prickled the skin of their arms, raising the hair there. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she swore she could hear the faintest lull of singing voices and could feel the weight of some large presence in the air. Nothing could be seen but the beautiful garden and the decadent tree in the centre.

“Luke Castellan,” said a soft voice. Luke visibly tensed, eyes narrowing at the usage of his surname. “(y/n) (l/n). Charles Beckendorf. We have been expecting you in our Garden for quite some time now.”

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. But, finally, after a few moments, the speaker emerged from the fine mist.

She didn’t look like much, appearing to be barely older than (y/n), but there was something about her surrounding aura that suggested she was much, much older. Dark, inky hair tumbled over narrow tawny shoulders, framing even darker eyes that shone with unknown magic. The woman seemed to blink slowly, as if bored or tired, and it looked as though she were merely floating over the ground rather than walking. It was hard to tell. Her Greek chiton covered her feet.

“We are the Hesperides,” she said, voice ever gentle, as four more women appeared, each almost identical in appearance. “Daughters of the Evening. Nymphs of the Sunset. Protectors of this Garden. What is your business here?”

There was a cockiness to Luke’s smile then, one that had (y/n) on edge. “If you’ve been expecting us, then surely you know our business.”

The lead Hesperide drew nearer, stopping a few feet away from their trio. Her sisters gathered at her sides, dark eyes sparkling with stars and cold curiosity and something overtly bitter. The demigods were clearly unwelcome here, but they intended to make a game of their quest.

(y/n)’s hand squeezed Luke’s in warning. He spared her a glance, her heart drawing still when his warm eyes met hers. His chin dipped slightly in a nod, and he gave her hand a squeeze before turning his attention back to the Hesperides.

“We’ve been sent here on a quest by my father Hermes,” Luke announced. His voice held more confidence than she felt. “We’re here to retrieve a golden apple.”

It was strange watching the Hesperides’ heads tilt in unison as if they were each an extension of the other. Voices lulled around them, soft and gentle, and the worry seeped from her very bones. Her hand fell from Luke’s. Something felt strangely at ease in her stomach despite their circumstances.

“You may try,” said the lead Hesperide. Her skin glimmered like marble in the moonlight. “Our dearest Ladon protects this tree with his life. He does not sleep. Every second of every day, he guards our gift from Gaea, the goddess Hera’s wedding gift. Do not think it will be easy to pass him.”

The Hesperides seemed to fade into the mist, then, their bodies becoming light and transparent as they slowly backed away until nothing was left but the faint singing swirling around them. The voices gave (y/n) a strange feeling, as though pulling her towards the tree.

“Who’s Ladon?” Beckendorf asked.

The three of them stood for a moment, watching the swirling mist.

“A dragon,” (y/n) said. “A big dragon.”

She could feel his presence, she realised. The heavy weight that had settled over them upon entering the Garden, it couldn’t be anything else. Even still, she could feel him through the ground, like an impending sense of death and doom. She’d had similar feelings before, an innate knowledge that the strawberry fields were close to wilting one year. Campers had called her crazy, but she knew. The earth knew.

And it knew now. She was horribly aware of the heaviness in her gut that surrounded the bright power of the apple tree. It could be nothing but Ladon.

“Any ideas, Luke?” she asked. “You’re our idea guy.”

He scoffed. “Since when? You’ve been dragging us around by our ears this entire quest.”

But he could see the nerves that she felt. He knew how strange this was for her, to feel so deeply worried about a quest. He knew something was wrong.

“I’ll get the apple,” he said, and his shoulders rose with confidence. His hand, the one that had held (y/n)’s moments ago, twitched just so. “I’m the fastest out of the three of us. You two, keep our friend distracted.”

There was a deep grumble at that moment, as if Ladon were making himself known. It shook the ground and the boughs of the tree trembled. Sweet-smelling apples tumbled into the mist.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to get the apples?” (y/n) asked. “You brought along a daughter of Demeter for a reason.”

He smiled softly at her. “That’s not the reason I brought you along.”

And, before either she or Beckendorf could protest his stupidity or question his statement, Luke’s glowing sword materialised in his hand and he was running into the mist.

The mist spread apart as his feet made contact, and (y/n)’s heart dropped. Beckendorf, one of the bravest demigods she had ever met despite his age, had a tremor in his hands as he pulled free his sword.

Within the mist was the largest monster (y/n) had ever seen. It was wrapped around the tree in a serpentine-like way, scales glimmering in the moonlight like molten copper and bronze. Massive claws sunk into the dirt surrounding the tree, at least the length of her forearm and as wide as Beckendorf’s. Every breath it released shook the branches of the tree as though caught in a gale.

The most horrifying part: the dragon had a hundred heads.

She had read about Ladon, had familiarised herself with the myths surrounding the Hesperides. Days before the quest, she and Luke had sat down at the canoe lake, poring over old history books that told the tale of Heracles and his Twelve Labours, one of which was the very quest they were being made to repeat. Luke had made a joke of it back then, unhappy with the quest he had been given and disbelieving that what they faced would be much of a threat.

But Ladon was no joke. It was an entirely different thing seeing drawings of the dragon and seeing him in real life. His hundred heads slithered through the air like snakes on the water, luminous yellow eyes watching the demigods with piqued interest. 

Even Luke faltered.

A deep breath came from all two hundred of the dragon’s nostrils, washing over them in a hot, acidic wave. The smell alone was horrendous, like an old, decrepit sewer filled with rotting rats, and it had the hairs on her arms standing and her eyes burning. 

She was worried that she may never be able to move again, frozen in place by the sheer might of Ladon, but when Luke turned to look at her, blood flooded into her veins again. He was counting on her. She wouldn’t let him down.

Ladon expected a frontal assault. He was waiting for Luke to attack, watching like a predator on prey, but he did not expect the very tree he protected to act against him.

With a heave of energy, (y/n) stretched out her arm and watched as the tree’s trunk began to swell as if filling with liquid. Ladon’s serpentine body writhed around it, twisting as he moved to accommodate the growing tree. The branches above him shook, dipping towards the ground slowly. Too slowly.

The dragon seemed to realise what, or who, was causing the change, and snarled ferociously. It was at that moment that Beckendorf grabbed a ball of Celestial bronze from his belt and, with a strong arm and remarkably good aim, threw it at the beast.

An explosion of green ignited before them as the ball slammed into Ladon’s thick hide. The dragon roared, whether in pain or fury, and set its bright gaze on (y/n) and Beckendorf.

Fear coursed through her body. She could hardly breathe. The branches wavered, pausing the pursuit to the ground. Beckendorf launched another one of his Celestial bronze bombs.

A pity quest, that’s what this had been. But, maybe, it was more than that. Maybe this was Hermes’ punishment for Luke wanting more from his life. Maybe this was (y/n)’s consequence for falling so irrevocably in love with Luke - for feeling the way she did, she would have to follow him to impossible circumstances.

But none of them deserved it.

It was at that moment that Luke took his leap.

With speed befitting a child of Hermes, he leapt onto Ladon’s mighty body, feet finding purchase on his rough scales, and launched himself upwards towards the descending branches.

For a moment, there was hope. Even Heracles had not retrieved the apples by facing Ladon, but maybe Luke would. Perhaps Luke would succeed where Heracles had not. Pride swelled in her heart, coated her tongue like warm honey, and she almost smiled.

Copper-coloured claws flashed in the moonlight. A chorus of soft, harmonising voices swirled around them like mist.

Mistake, they sang. The boy has made a mistake.

There was a cry of pain so guttural that (y/n) felt it in her soul. Her feet were moving before she could truly comprehend what was happening. The grass tried to reach for her ankles, tried to stop her in her mission, but nothing could. Had a god stood before her, she would have found her way past them. Nothing could stop her, not even this dragon that caused such fear in her bones.

She reached Luke as Ladon wound around the tree tightly, snarling protectively. Something in the beast’s demeanour hinted at pain beneath the danger, and when she saw the gold blood pooling just a few feet away, she knew why.

A claw, one of Ladon’s, severed from the knuckle down lay strewn in the grass. The dragon hissed as Beckendorf snatched it up, hefting his sword as (y/n) pulled Luke away.

He was bleeding badly. A deep gash ran from the tip of his brow down to the corner of his  mouth, somehow missing his eye but cutting just above and below. His skin was already becoming dangerously pale. Her hands were covered in blood. His blood. She was going to be sick.

“Hey,” she murmured, gently laying his head on her lap. Her hands trembled as she reached into her bag. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Luke shuddered, eyes half-lidded and struggling to find something to focus on. “Are you -?”

“I’m fine,” she said. After a terrible moment, one that took far too long, she pulled free a small vial of nectar, wrapped tightly in old face-cloths to keep it from smashing in her bag. Her hands couldn’t stop shaking as she tried to unwrap it.

Beckendorf knelt beside her, claw at his side, and took the vial from her hands. She didn’t know how his hands could be so steady. She could hardly breathe. Not with Luke so injured, not with Ladon eyeing them hungrily.

He handed the vial back, and she propped Luke’s head up slightly. With a hiss of pain, she managed to open his mouth just enough to pour the small amount of nectar in. He swallowed with a struggle.

There was no telling how long it would take the nectar to work, but they couldn’t stay there under the watchful glare of Ladon, who looked ready to attack again. (y/n) took a trembling breath.

“Beckendorf,” she said, “are you able to carry him? At least until we can get out of this place. I can try - I can clean the wound when we’re safe.”

He nodded and hoisted Luke up into his arms, careful not to jostle his head too much.

She didn’t realise she had been crying until they stopped.

Beckendorf set Luke down on a soft patch of grass beyond the Garden, and (y/n) tucked her jacket underneath his head. The nectar seemed to be working, albeit slowly. Some colour was returning to his skin, but it was hard to see under all of the blood.

“You’re okay,” she murmured again, but she wasn’t sure who she was telling. She wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

She grabbed one of the face-cloths the vial of nectar had been wrapped in, soaking it in water from her water bottle, and slowly brought it to Luke’s face.

His eyes seemed to have some ability to focus now, watching her beneath a glaze of pain. It tore her soul in half to see him in pain, wincing as she gently dabbed the blood from his cheek. Her fingers were stained. His cheek was, too.

“I’m going to keep watch,” said Beckendorf. “Those Hesperides gave me a bad feeling.”

(y/n) nodded, watching for a moment as he trudged a few feet away, just out of earshot, but her focus soon returned to Luke. She tried not to think too much about how his hand was gripping her knee as she cleaned the rest of the blood.

“Is the nectar working?” she asked when she saw his eyes drooping. “What does it taste like?”

His gaze found hers, warm and cloudy. A pained smile fought its way onto his lips despite the slowly-healing scar on his cheek. She could see the skin trying to sew itself back together with the aid of the nectar.

“That smoothie you made a few months back with the - with the camp’s strawberries,” he uttered. “And whatever those green leaves were.”

She found herself smiling despite the red coating her hands. “Mint. And it was that good, huh? Last I checked, nectar for you tasted like that weird concoction of Coke and Sprite you liked so much.”

For a moment, his eyes grew distant before refocusing on her face. They flickered over her features as if seeing them for the first time. His hand felt awfully warm on her knee.

“Anything you make is better,” he said. 

“Is that so?” She brushed his hair back from his face softly, cleaning the last bits of blood.

His skin was still stitching itself back together, but the nectar seemed to have stopped the bleeding. Second by second, blood flooded back into his face, giving him the colour that seemed to have been leached from his skin.

He nodded, his smile seeming as though it pained him less. His hand slipped from her knee, coming up to wrap itself around hers. The cloth fell from her fingers and onto the grass. Her fingers were still wet, though in the dim light she couldn’t tell if it was from water or lingering blood. She didn’t have the stomach to find out.

“You said you didn’t bring me on this quest because of my mother,” she said cautiously. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “So why did you?”

A soft squeeze of her hand. “This wasn’t a quest I wanted to do without you,” he said. “I like having you by my side. You give me strength.”

She was sure he could feel her pulse beating rapidly in her fingers, but he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to. It was entirely likely that he was able to read her mind, he knew her so well. And she was okay with that.

“You’re stupid, you know,” she said, but her voice wavered.

“Stupidly brave?” he suggested. “Stupidly handsome? Stupidly charming?”

“I’m supposed to be supporting you right now,” she grumbled. “Not the other way around.”

His cocky grin was back and her heart fluttered. “Which one is it?”

“Which what?”

“Stupidly brave, handsome, or charming?”

All three, she thought. All three and so much more.

“Stupidly stupid,” she decided. 

Her thumb grazed his cheekbone, the one without the scar, and a shiver ran through his body. His hand tightened on hers and his smile softened into something more personal. It was the kind of smile she would have leapt into Tartarus to ensure its permanence on his lips. Soft and kind and reserved just for her. If she'd been standing, her knees would have buckled.

“You give me strength, too,” she murmured.

A sliver of hair slipped in front of her eyes, and moments later, Luke’s free hand was there, gently brushing it away. His eyes sparkled. They seemed clearer now, less agonised.

The events of the last hour - gods, it had felt like much longer - came crashing back onto her at his touch, asphyxiating and terrifying. Overwhelming guilt filled her veins and arteries with terrible speed, sapping all the strength from her bones. Her fingers trembled once more.

“I’m sorry,” she said. Her throat felt suddenly raw. “If I’d done a better job distracting Ladon, maybe you wouldn’t be hurt.”

Luke’s eyes were dark for a moment, swirling with something she couldn’t identify, but they softened seconds later. His hand rested on her cheek, warm and comforting, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at his eyes now.

“This is not your fault,” he said, and his voice was remarkably strong. “This is the gods’ fault. It’s my father’s fault. But it is not your fault.”

She tried to believe him, truly she did, but looking at the fresh scar on his face, even having been almost entirely healed with nectar, had her heart heavy in her chest. 

He knew this. Gods, he knew her every thought. His hand slipped from hers, cupping her other cheek and tilting her head so that she would look at him properly. There was a flush to his cheeks now - good, it meant he was getting better. 

“My father did this,” he insisted. “You hear me? This was not you. And, gods, believe me when I say that I’m glad it was me that went for the apples and not you. I couldn’t live with myself if you got injured.”

But you did, she wanted to say - no, scream. How do I live with that?

“I’m okay,” he said softly, cautiously, as if talking to a child who had just woken from a nightmare. “I’m okay.”

His hand fell from her face, taking hers in its grip once more, and placed her fingers on the newly formed scar.

She jerked back, terrified that the sensation would cause him more pain, but he just gave her that smile again, the one that made her knees feel like jelly, and pressed her fingers to it once more. Already, the skin was raised and slightly twisted, accommodating for the injury. She could faintly feel his pulse beneath his skin, slow and infuriatingly steady.

“It doesn't hurt,” he promised. His voice was so reassuring that she could feel it in her bones, and she was half-convinced he was secretly a child of Aphrodite, blessed with charmspeak. “I’m okay because of you.”

Her throat was achy. “And Beckendorf.”

He gave a small laugh. “And Beckendorf. But mainly you. You’ve given me strength.”

It was then that the world itself seemed to stop. He was leaning upwards, bringing her face close to his, and his lips brushed hers so softly that she feared she may have been dreaming the entire encounter.

She could taste the faint remnants of metallic blood, though it was easily brushed aside. Luke’s lips were slightly wind-chapped but she found herself uncaring when they slotted perfectly against hers.

This kiss was something she had been waiting years for, and it was better than she could have ever dreamed. The feeling of his hands on her, his lips against hers, it was something that could not be replicated in a dream, like flying for the first time and feeling the clouds beneath your fingers.

It was addictive, more so than the stupid apples that had caused Luke such pain, and she found herself wanting more. It was an effort to pull away from him, but eventually, she did. Beckendorf was only a few feet away and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. It would make for an awkward journey home.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Luke murmured.

Finally, there was a smile tugging on her lips again. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been waiting.”

It took another hour or so before Luke was well enough to get moving. The dark trails gave all of them a bad feeling, and (y/n) wasn’t able to shake the almost hypnotic choral voices of the Hesperides until they were out of the State Park. Luke was shaky on his feet for a little while but his strength was returning.

And with it came anger.

Not anger at (y/n) or Beckendorf, no. He still smiled at them as usual, fingers entwined with (y/n)’s so tightly it was as though he was afraid she would slip away. Jokes still slipped past his lips despite the events of the evening.

But he was filled with fiery rage. It was hidden, but (y/n) could read him like a book. She had seen the inklings of it throughout the previous days of their quest, had seen it more clearly while she was cleaning the blood from his face - this anger, though, was pure. Harder to mask.

He had already been furious with his quest, a detail he had tried to keep hidden from her. He hated the idea of repeating history and the fact that this quest was simply made to satiate him, to prevent him from growing restless at camp and questioning the authority of the gods.

This was a breaking point.

It became clearer the more time passed. As the days and weeks went by, he would hold her hand like a lifeline and kiss her so softly it felt as though she was dreaming, but the anger never left. It ate away at him, dimming his smiles and reducing any respect he had left for the gods until there was nothing left but a shadow of what had once been there.

The scar never faded. It became a reminder of what he believed to be the gods’ failure. His failure.

He was still her Luke. The Luke she had known and loved since she was thirteen. She was just terrified of what he might become.

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[jayke0]

Stretched Thin

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 22, Virginity

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Blue taking reader's virginity, mild dub-con, Blue is his own red flag, p in v, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch), breeding, grinding, praise, a bit of exhibitionism, choking, crying, creampie, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,643

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"I can feel you staring at me."

Your eyes follow the shadow of the man standing next to you, gaze trailing all the way up his suave suit and to his face.

"Well, you're just so pretty, babydoll, it's hard not to." His large hand rests on your head and strokes down your back, settling between your exposed shoulder blades.

"C'mon, I don't even have my make-up on yet." An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you lean forward in your chair to fix the choker accessory around your neck. "Do I really have to wear this? I mean, it doesn't even add much to the outfit." You tug at the material.

"Oh it does, it puts that pretty neck on show, sweetheart." The cold metal of his rings glides over your skin and makes you shiver a little, feeling his hand rest on your shoulder. "Anyway, it's not for you to decide." 

Blue always has two tones; he's either being sickeningly sweet, charming the new girls and customers, or he's snarkily threatening you through gritted teeth… and you'd been on the receiving end of both.

"Yeah, I know I know." You groan softly as you get up to collect your makeup from the other side of the room, but Blue follows you like a puppy, suddenly pressing against you and trapping you between your wobbling desk and his body, your ass pressing against his crotch in a way that has him groaning lowly in your ear. 

"Shit, Blue! Be careful," fingers gripping the wood, you balance yourself, "please don't mess around like this again… I have a show in a few minutes, you know that." Unfortunately for you, your tone isn't very convincing, as really all you can focus on right now is how close he is to you, how you can feel his arms encasing you and his breath on the back of your neck, so close you just want him to latch onto your skin and bruise it.

You gulp, as if to swallow the thoughts, but there's no chance that he can't feel your quickened heartbeat echoing through your chest. 

"You like this, don't you?" He finally speaks, breathily. "You always like it, when I do this to you." He growls in your ear as his hand wraps around your waist, running up and down your side. "I can feel when your heart beat picks up, honey, and the warmth between your legs."

You feel his hips slowly grind into you, the action making you groan louder than you would've liked.

"See? 'Atta girl." You can practically feel him grinning on the back of your neck as your hand wraps around his wrist in an attempt to set yourself free.

"Blue… c'mon, the other girls are expecting me—"

The man suddenly spins you around to face him, gripping your jaw tightly. "They don't tell you what to do, I do."

Your eyes flutter shut while a gasp leaves your lips, your legs squirming and trying to press together, but all that results in is Blue grinding his knee up against your core, which pulls a loud whimper from deep in your stomach.

"They'll find someone else." He mumbles as his eyes wrack over your already exposed body, hands holding your waist and trailing down to your hips to make you rock against his knee. "I can't wait a second longer to touch you. I gotta feel you. I gotta be inside you."

That makes your needy cunt throb, and then a pathetic whimper similar to a sob pass your lips. 

"Blue, I haven't—"

"I know honey, I know." He nods condescendingly, mocking your inexperience. "But if anyone's gonna take your virginity, it's gonna be me, ok? That's my job, and I've been waiting so fucking long to do it, sweetheart."

The man speaks through his teeth at you, something you'd usually find intimidating, but now all you can do is rock your hips against his knee faster. 

"Good girl, want you nice and wet so I can slide in easier, honey."

You can feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, rubbing against the material of his slacks and probably staining it from the inside, but he doesn't care.

Suddenly, he's lurching towards you, and you feel his lips smashing against yours, tasting smoke and strong whiskey as he licks into your mouth and unbuttons his blazer to let it fall to the floor. His slacks are next to come off and join the clothes pooling at his feet, before he wraps his hands around the backs of your knees and pushes you up onto the top of the desk, which wobbles again under the weight. With a grunt, he pushes your legs apart to get a view of your arousal soaking through your underwear, making what little frabic that was covering your thighs fall against your tummy.

You look away embarrassedly and cover your mouth with your hand. "What if someone hears us? Or comes in?!" Your worries fall on deaf ears for a moment as the man pulls your panties aside and uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips, a moan reverberating through his body. "That doesn't matter, they're used to it, babydoll; they're used to taking my cock." 

Fuck, you definitely should not be getting worked up over his words, but you can't help it, it just feels like basic human nature at this point, your body aching for this man and his seed.

"You been stretching yourself like I said, sweetheart?" The man's voice brings you back to earth and your eyes watch him loosen his tie, letting the fabric hang around his neck as he looks at you intensely.

"I have." You mumble softly, resting your shakey hands on his broad shoulders to feel the muscles under his shirt contracting just slightly with each movement of his arms. He nods proudly. "Good girl, just what I wanna hear, makes your cunt nice and ready for me."

Finally, he slides his underwear down his surprisingly wide hips to reveal what you've been wanting to see for months; his thick, twitching cock leaking for you, he's this hard for you, and the thought makes you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

Your boss steadies himself on the desk as it creaks, hands planted either side of your thighs as he starts up another kiss. His open-mouthed kisses are intoxicating, and you feel yourself getting swept up in the feeling of him sucking on your bottom lip as if you're being induced into a trance. "Shit, honey, maybe you're more of a whore than I expected." You feel him grin against your lips.

His hand wraps around his cock and  presses his blunt tip against your tight hole, sliding it up and down to coat himself in your endless arousal that's now coating your inner thighs. Without warning, he slides in, pushing through your tense muscles as you grip his shoulders tightly, hips jolting away.

"W–ait– shit—" you whimper through a soft sob, pleasure and pain concocting in the firey pit in your stomach.

"Shhh I know, just accept it. It's ok honey, Blue's here." The man grunts on your lips, still pushing deeper and deeper until eventually he's seated nicely inside you. "Shit, you're so tight, love it when cunts are this tight around me. Can you squeeze for me?"

You can barely think, let alone control your body, but you automatically react by clenching around him as he pulls out and his tip drags along a special place inside you that has you throwing your head back.

"Oh yeah, good girl, good girl."

Before your brain can even accept the praise, blue is thrusting into you at a jarring pace, fucking you more and more open untill your walls are gripping around him tightly and your nails are digging into his back.

"Bl-ue, h-oly shit-" is all you can stammer as you grasp him and lean your head back against the wall, desk legs creaking louder with every thrust. His pace is fast and painful, but it lights some kind of fire in you that has your cunt dragging him in further, wanting him deeper.

"You take it so good, gonna carve my shape into that hole… gonna fill you up." The man's breathes have gotten faster and moans are now falling from his lips with absolutely no attempt to hide them. "Moan for me, honey. Show 'em how good i fuck you, c'mon bitch," his hand slides up your body and wraps around your neck, making you whimper and pant loudly at the slight pressure.

The pleasure is growing in your lower stomach faster than expected, spreading throughout your nerves till you can feel it in your toes, making them curl as your thighs shake. You feel Blue split your legs open, using his elbow to push your knee against the hardwood.

"I don't think- i-imma… I'm close, Blue-" you yelp out, eyes struggling to focus on him when you look at him.

" 'atta girl, i knew you'd love it, love my cock inside you."

Blue leans forward and presses sloppy kisses on your lips again, "imma cum inside you, breed you like a real bitch-"

You clench again, head feeling dizzy as you teeter on the edge.

"Fill you up nice and good till I'm leaking out of you, knock you up so you're my whore forever." 

You hate him so much in that moment as your body shudders and your orgasm rolls through you, your hips jolting and bucking from sensitivity as tears start rolling down your cheeks, wetting that dumb choker.

Your walls throb around him as he mercilessly continues fucking into your wet core, pushing you to your limits until eventually you feel him bury inside you to the hilt, loud pants and groans coming from his chest as he spills deep inside you.

Your pants sync up as you both calm down, Blue resting his forehead on your shoulder as he licks the sweat on your neck.

"My good slut, all for me," he purrs. "I ain't ever letting you go, sweetheart."

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Hello fen! my beloved! it is ominoose ! obligatory ily mwah! also any chance of some non smut romantic blue ? :)

ILY MWAH RIGHT BACK! And of course, it's always simping for Blue hours in my mind.

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

Warnings: overuse of italics, extremely soft Blue, references to previous sexy times, kissing, pet names, badly proofread, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1085

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Blue’s in a foul mood. 

You knew that before he’d thrown the whisky glass against his office wall (you weren’t there at the time, but you’d heard about it after). You knew before Sabby’s hushed whispers reached you about the screaming fit he’d had. You knew before you’d seen his goons running around like panicked headless chickens. 

Some money had gone missing. A lot of money. 

A lot, a lot, a lot of money. 

So you’re a little on edge when Gorski tells you to go see him. That he’s requested you. It doesn’t exactly fill you with sunshine and rainbows. 

You knock on his office door gently, entering when he calls and shut the door softly behind you. 

You’re not sure what you're expecting. Rage. Shouting. Ranting. But it wasn’t this. 

He’s standing close, his shoulders slumped, his bottom lip pouting outwards ever so slightly. His eyes look red and glassy, not drunk or high, but on the verge of tears. 

“Baby,” he says with a sniffle and holds his arms out to you.

You swallow in surprise and move towards him quickly, reaching your hands out for him. Blue sighs as he holds you in a soft embrace, squeezing needily but being overly careful not to cause any discomfort. 

“Blue,” you speak softly, moving back a little to see his face and stroke his cheek. “You okay?” You know he’s not. But you ask anyway. 

He shakes his head and presses closer to your hand, kissing your wrist and hugging you tightly before he sniffles into your neck. “Horrible day.” He mumbles against your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” You stroke his back soothingly. 

He’s taken off his jacket and tie, you can see them discarded messily on his desk. Not folded neatly like his usual routine. 

“It’s okay.” He leans back and smiles, his voice thick and tired. He strokes your cheeks, your neck. His actions are soft, revenant. Not the needy grips and tight squeezes you're used to. 

“Come and sit with me?” The question in his voice surprises you. It sounds painfully genuine. 

You nod as he leads you to the plush sofa, keeping his hand in yours and rubbing his thumb against your skin. 

When you sit he pulls you carefully into his arms, leaning back and encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

It’s oddly comfortable being held like this, being so close to him without part of him in you or you in him. 

He kisses your temple lightly, still stroking your upper arm lazily. “You’re my most precious thing, you know that?” His voice is so soft, quiet with a slight shake to it. 

You stiffen, you can’t help it. The words seem so alien that it’s like you’ve got emotional whiplash. 

“What?” There’s a hint of worry in his tone as he moves slightly, loosening his grip so he can look down at you as you glance up at him. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, I…” You’re not sure what to say. What you can say. Why are you being so… kind?

He nods, a small frown pinching his forehead. He traces your jawline with his thumb. “I don’t tell you enough.” He pauses. “I don’t tell you at all.” He swallows and sighs. “You’re my- you’re the most precious person.” He trails his fingers softly down the nape of your neck and you shiver. 

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he intently watches your every movement and miniscule action. The way your breathing changes ever so slightly, how your eyes dilate a little when you look at him. 

Carefully he leans up to kiss you, gently urging you to lay on top of him fully as he reclines back. You follow his movements, certain that this will lead to passionately harsh kisses and his tongue in your mouth. Love bites and teeth marks, groans and sighs, and him coming inside you. You naked while he stays clothed, perhaps loosening another few buttons of his shirt, his belt unbuckled and fly undone.

But instead he holds you softly, kissing you gently and sweet. His tongue occasionally traces your bottom lip, slips inside a fraction, but it’s always delicate, thoughtful and sweet. So unlike his usual burning fire that leaves you blistered. This only warms you, wraps you tight in a comforting embrace. 

Eventually, though still far too soon for your liking, he pulls back, glazing up at you with large, doe eyes and kiss swollen lips. He smiles lazily. The look is soft on him, making him seem much younger suddenly. Less sharp around the edges. 

“I have something for you.” He whispers, pulling a box out of his pocket and opening it to show you. 

Inside is a beautiful drop necklace, decorated in delicate dark blue stones arranged in the shape of stars. It is so unlike the normal garish jewellery he makes the dancers wear, large pieces that gleam and catch the stage lights so even clients at the back can see how prettily his girls are decorated. 

You touch the necklace lightly. 

“They’re sapphires,” he says softly. “And diamonds, and white gold.” 

“Blue,” you’re not sure what to say, you’re not sure what he wants. 

He takes the necklace out of the box and carefully fastens it around your neck. The chain is loose. It doesn’t cut into your skin. You could easily remove it if you wanted to. 

“You look so beautiful.” But he isn’t looking anywhere near the necklace when he speaks, only into your eyes. 

You lean into his touch when he strokes your cheek again and he sighs happily. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t place. Contentment perhaps. 

“Lay with me a little longer?” He asks gently and you nod instantly. 

“Of course.” 

He smiles softly as you lay back down against his chest, his arms around you. 

It’s only when you settle that there’s a spike of embarrassment runs through you. “I didn’t say thank you Blue, for the necklace, it’s wonderful, I-”

“Shh,” he smiles and kisses the top of your head. “You never have to thank me for anything, ever.” He nuzzles against you for a moment. “You’re my special angel.” 

You listen to his heart calming as he hugs you. The gentle beat and warmth of his body. 

He whispers something quietly, barely louder than an inhale. Difficult to distinguish but you’re sure you caught the words. 

“I love you.”

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[quixoticall]

This Could Get Ugly Masterlist

18+ mdni

Part 1 of Look At Us Now

Now: Everybody knows famous 80s pop rock band, The Downsides, but no one knows the reason behind their mysterious breakup at the height of their success. Rumors of love triangles, infidelity, drug addiction and more than one onstage fight have swirled around for years following the band’s split in 1989. Years later, one determined journalist is uncovering it all through a series of interviews that will finally reveal the truth.

Then: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.

warnings: It's the Daisy Jones and the Six!AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, Love triangles, sex, drugs, rock and roll, etc., fake relationships, slow-burn, pining, ANGST, bad parents all around (this is going to be long and messy), smut in later chapters, slow burn, enemies to fwb to lovers, miscommunication trope

Each chapter will also have individual warnings per chapter.

Prologue

TRACKLIST🎸

Track 1: Before the Beginning

Track 2: The Beginning

Track 3: The Upside Down Tour

Track 4: The End of the Beginning

Track 5: The Beginning of the End

Track 6: Sophomore Album Blues (coming soon)

THE PLAYLIST 🎵

BREAKING NEWS! 📰

Saubrosa--October 9, 1983

The Upside Down Tour Poster—1984

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[andvys]

We’ll burn the sky | E.M.

Warnings: none yet, this is just the teaser!

Pairings: rockstar!Eddie Munson x rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: Eddie left his life in Hawkins behind to live the one he always dreamed about but there is a missing piece in his life and in his almost perfect band; you.

Author's note: Daisy Jones & the six inspired me to band au fic, so here we are. I hope you guys will like this! Also shoutout to @littledemondani thank you for helping me choose the title and for letting me rant about my ideas, you’re amazing

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“They don’t want us.” 

“What?!” 

“They don’t want us! They don’t even want to record the album!” 

After months of pouring tears, blood and sweat into this album, their record label suddenly decided that the songs aren't good enough, that the band isn't good enough, that Eddie isn't good enough.

“We worked our asses off– what do you mean they don’t want us?!” Jeff cries, throwing his hands up as he follows Eddie, who almost ran into an old man on the sidewalk, quickly apologizing to him before he keeps on walking. 

“They said that we’re not good enough!” Eddie mumbles in annoyance, “told me to come back when we got something better to offer.”

“Not good enough? Sam loved our songs!” Gareth says as he looks at Eddie in confusion. 

“He did but apparently something is missing, the label refuses to record the album,” Eddie sighs as he halts in his tracks, placing his hands on his hips, he looks up at the blue sky and lets out a long sigh, “they said some.. some freshness is missing, whatever that is supposed to mean. Told me that there’s enough bands like ours out there already. They want something different, something new. It's too 'old fashioned'.”

Gareth stares at his best friend, shaking his head, he plops down on a bench, running his hand through his messy hair, “freshness?” he mumbles, furrowing his brows. 

Eddie clenches his jaw as he thinks of his conversation with their producer. 

‘You’re good, amazing even, your voice is great but there’s a missing piece.’

“Missing piece,” Eddie huffs, shaking his head, “he said that there’s a missing piece.” 

Jeffs stares at him, “like.. like what?” 

Eddie shrugs as the doubt begins to creep in. They all left their life in Hawkins behind, dropped everything to come out here to Los Angeles with the goal of becoming big, everyone laughed at them, told them that it would never work out, that their dreams are ridiculous but things went well, for a while. 

All four of them worked hard, they worked extra hours, saved up enough for money for them to last out here for a few months. Eddie wrote the song texts and they put all their blood and sweat into each song, hours and hours of rehearsals paid off and after a long search for a producer who was willing to work with them, they found Sam, who instantly took a liking to the boys, he gave them a chance, arranged some gigs for them before they were finally given the chance to make the album but suddenly, something is missing and they aren’t good enough anymore. 

“I don’t know, I think nothing is missing,” Gareth mumbles, “the band is perfect as it is.” 

Eddie sighs, “I don’t know.. maybe there is something missing,” he mumbles, eyes falling on the bar across the street, “I need a drink.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

-

They knock back one drink after the other, listening to the awful karaoke performances and making fun of all the singing drunk people, a distraction is what they all needed after the stressful past months and who knows, maybe they’ll find inspiration here, though Eddie doubts it. 

As entertaining as it is, Eddie can’t concentrate on it for too long. His mind goes back to the conversation with Sam. If he refuses to make the album then they can pack their things and go back home to Hawkins, pick up where they left off. Eddie would work at the garage again, Gareth and Jeff would try to get back into the community college there, Johnny would work with his dad again, they would give up their dreams and go back into a town they wanted to leave behind. 

Sure, Eddie has Wayne, all his friends and girlfriend there but Hawkins is a part of his past, something he doesn’t even want to go back to, not even for his loved ones. He is fine to go back for holidays or birthdays but that’s all. 

This is what he wants, he wants the band, he wants the concerts, the tours, the life he always dreamed of. 

But what choice does he have if the album won’t even get a chance? 

Fear fills him, anxiety takes hold of him and his hope begins to dwindle.

The music stops and only the loud chatter in the bar fills the room for a moment. Eddie stares down at his drink, ignoring the laughter of his friends. 

He downs the rest of his drink, running his hand through his messy curls, he leans back and turns to look at the stage to find a young girl reaching for the microphone. After all the old drunk men, the girl is the first female to sing tonight. He can’t see her face yet but he recognizes the band shirt, he has a similar one lying in his closet, somewhere. Clad in a short leather skirt and chunky boots, she already looks like she belongs on a stage but he doesn’t have much faith in her voice, after all, karaoke bars are just for drunk people who want to have fun, right? 

“Damn,” Gareth whistles, “she’s hot,” he says, staring at the girl. 

Jeff and Johnny chuckle but agree with him nonetheless. 

“Look at her, man,” he says to Eddie, who only shakes his head, “totally your type.” 

“I have a girlfriend,” Eddie mumbles, glaring at his friend. 

Gareth rolls his eyes, “whatever,” he mumbles, not even hiding his distaste for his best friend’s girlfriend. He never liked her and he never will. 

The One I Love by R.E.M starts playing and Eddie’s friends immediately start to bop their heads to the music. Staring at the girl with curious looks on their faces. Eddie chuckles at them, shaking his head. 

The smile falls from his lips and his eyes widen a little, both the lyrics and your voice catch his attention. He looks away from the awestruck expressions of his friends and turns to look at the singing girl, you. His breath hitches in his throat when he looks at you, truly looks at you. 

Your eyes are closed and you hold the mic tightly in one hand as you sing with the most beautiful voice he has ever heard, it’s soft yet husky and low; it’s just perfect. You look like you’re in your own little world, like only you exist. 

A girl in front of the stage whistles and you crack a smile as you open your eyes to look at her and the other girls around her who are no doubt your friends. 

Eddie’s heart makes a weird jump in his chest when you look his way as you sing. Eddie can’t help but stare at you, he is in awe. The way you sing, the way you hold yourself, the way your voice seems to get prettier and prettier to him.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you, you sing as though it’s the only thing you are meant to do, like this stage is meant for you and the people are here just for you. You own the stage, you own the heart of all the people watching you, you stole it with just your voice. 

“Holy shit,” Jeff mumbles, he stares at the way you move your body as you sing, “she’s a hot piece of ass.”

Eddie gives him a disapproving look but then his eyes widen when he looks back at you. 

Piece. A missing piece. 

This is the missing piece. 

Your voice. 

Eddie blinks as Sam’s words echo in his mind. 

He looks back at you, watching your performance in awe. He is impressed by the way you look and sound like a professional, like you are already a famous singer and how you seem to capture everyone’s attention in this room. 

Your performance is effortless, there is not a single pretentious thing about you, you are just a natural. You are a star, born to be one.

The people in this bar cheer for you, whistling and clapping even as you get off the stage and your friends embrace you. 

“You’re a star, baby!” one of your friends yells with a slur in her voice as she smacks her lips against your cheek. 

“Damn, I wanna kiss her too,” Jeff mumbles as he watches you with dreamy eyes. 

A smile tugs at Eddie’s lips as he stares at you, you blush and giggle as one of the drunk performers from before pretends to ask for an autograph. You wave him off with a chuckle before you make your way towards the bar. 

“That was one hell of a performance,” Gareth says with an impressed look on his face. 

“Yeah,” Jeff mumbles, “do you think that she’s maybe.. I don’t know, a singer already? We’re in L.A. after all, there’s plenty of singers we don’t know.” 

Johnny shrugs, “I don’t know–” he stops, raising his brows as he watches Eddie get up and walk away from his friends, “but we’re about to find out.” 

Gareth and Jeff follow his gaze to see him walking towards you. 

You smile at the bartender, thanking him after he takes your order. Your heart is still pounding in your chest from your little performance. It took you a lot of courage to sing in front of such a crowd, your friends did a good job at convincing you and cheering you on. You were nervous and anxious but the moment the music started and you began to sing, you forgot everything and everyone around you. 

You lean against the counter, smoothing down your skirt a little and brushing through your messy hair when someone comes up next to you. 

“Hi.” 

You raise your head and you feel as though you have been punched in your stomach, your breath is stolen away and goosebumps arise on your skin as you lock eyes with the prettiest chocolate brown eyes you have ever seen in your life. 

He grins, showing off his pearly whites. He stretches his arm out, offering you his hand to shake, “I’m Eddie.” 

A small smile appears on your face, you take his hand, ignoring the way his touch seems to make your heart flutter in your chest. You tilt your head, squinting your eyes as you stare at him. You have seen him before, not up close but.. Oh! 

“Eddie,” you smile, “from Corroded Coffin, right?” 

His eyes widened in surprise, lighting up, “you know my band?” he asks, still not letting go of your hand. 

“Yes,” you say, licking your lips as you stare at the tattoos on his arm, “you played at the twilight zone last weekend, I was there with my friends. You’re good,” you smile, “amazing even.” 

Eddie blushes, smiling at your words, “thank you!” 

“You’re welcome,” you chuckle as you see the flushed cheeks. 

He finally pulls his hand back, laughing awkwardly, “uh so, I think you’re amazing, your voice is pretty– pretty fucking good!” 

You smile at him as you look into his pretty eyes, “you think so?” 

“Yeah, I totally think so,” he grins, “that’s uh– that’s why I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

He doesn’t know what comes over him but he can’t help but check you out. It isn’t just your voice that caught his attention it’s also– No, Eddie. Don’t go there, don’t go there. He looks away for a moment and takes a deep breath. 

“Do you do that for a living or something?” he asks, “I mean, singing.” 

You shake your head, “no..” you mumble.

He nods, trying not to stare at your lips as he looks back at you, “would you like to do that for a living?” he asks, tilting his head as he looks into your eyes, noticing the pretty color; his favorite color as he just realized.

You furrow your brows and shrug, “I mean, I would love to. I-I grew up with music. I sing and play bass."

Eddie raises his brows, “you play bass?” 

“Mhm.” 

Wow. 

Not only are you an excellent singer, you also play one of his favorite instruments.

“That’s.. that’s amazing!” 

You chuckle. Your eyes trail down to his hands, eying the many rings on his fingers. 

“So uh– you know, my band might be missing a member,” Eddie says as he takes a step closer to you, leaning his elbow against the counter, “and you are really talented so…” 

Normally, Eddie wouldn’t make an offer like that, he was content with the band and he wasn’t interested in having any new band members— especially another singer but he is desperate and his chances of becoming a rockstar are getting smaller every day but something tells him that you and your voice are the key to success— hopefully.

You blink in surprise, “you’re looking for another band member?” 

He shrugs, sighing, “we weren’t looking but apparently something about our music is not good enough and the label is about to drop us. We need something new.. something that might make our music better— don’t get me wrong, I think it’s good already but apparently not everyone thinks so.”

A smirk appears on your face, “oh, so… you want me to save your band?” 

He rolls his eyes playfully, giving you a coy smile, “I guess?” 

“Aren’t you a heavy metal band?” you ask, skeptically, “I do rock music, not heavy metal.” 

“I mean, we lean more towards rock right now, so..” he says, shrugging.

You raise your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, you shrug, “I don’t know, what am I gonna be? A background singer?” you ask, “background bass player? I’m not interested in being in your shadow.” 

“No…. we just need another singer.” 

“The lead singer wants another singer?” you ask in confusion, “who would want that?” you chuckle, shaking your head. 

“I want that,” he shrugs, “I play guitar and I sing so I have no problem with sharing the spotlight.” 

“Really?” you laugh, “you don’t mind sharing the spotlight, why is that so hard to believe?” 

He chuckles, “listen Sweetheart, I would never ever make an offer like this to just anyone but I’m really desperate here, I really want to make this album and I’m willing to add another singer to the mix, your voice is fucking beautiful and something tells me that you could.. make things better so… are you interested in joining the best band in the world?” 

The smile on your face gives him the answer he was hoping for. And just like that, his confidence is back.

This isn’t over yet, not for him and not for the band.

Corroded Coffin is gonna go big and Eddie’s dreams will come true, he just knows it, he can see it, in your eyes.

-

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson

[celtic-crossbow]

But All Your Flaws and Scars are Mine

Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Just a drabble to get my foot in the door with writing Murphy.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, lass!” Murphy was still crouched with his arms shielding his face. “Damn near took my head clean off!” You winced an apology when his blue eyes peeked over the black sleeve of his coat. “What was it you were doing?” He stood slowly, his focus on the heeled boot now lying next to the doorframe.

“There was a goddamn spider.” You whined from your safe place on top of your dining table.

“Lord’s name, love.” Murphy chided gently, walking toward you while still eyeing the dent in the drywall. Once he reached the four-seater, he looked up at you with a lopsided smile. “Really take all that to kill a spider?”

“If I had a flamethrower, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.”

He chuckled, extending his arms toward you in offer to help you down. “Aye. Likely me that’d be needing the fire extinguisher.” You bent and placed your hands on his shoulders while he squeezed your waist, lowering you to your feet. “Why don’t I take care of it then?”

“Please.” You pouted, needlessly adjusting the collar of his coat before batting your lashes at him. “I’ll make sure to compensate you for your time.” His gaze darkened, a brow arching at your insinuation.

“Consider it done, love.”

#murda writes #murphy macmanus #murphy macmanus x female reader #murphy macmanus fanfiction #Spotify

[flowerhrt]

the end of love | daisy jones.

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader

summary: two weeks after your break up, daisy decides to confront you and ask what's wrong.

warnings: it's the 70s, internalized homophobia, eddie being a bit of a dick, daisy is clean and the band is still together, reader is a lesbian.

a/n: i interpret daisy as a lesbian who deals with compulsive heterosexuality.

word count: 2.4k

breathe in. breathe out. it's just one song. record it all in one go, ignore billy's stupid complaints, and then go home. 

well, what used to be home.

 “daisy, you ready to go?” she heard teddy ask from the other side of the recording booth. “yeah, i'm fine. let's get this over with.” the redhead said before taking a sip of the glass of cold water she had next to her. she closed her eyes as she felt the liquid make its way through her throat.

 breathe in. breathe out. she opened her eyes to find the band and camila next to teddy, all smiling encouragingly at her. daisy was about to smile back when the door to the recording studio opened abruptly. “holy shit, tell me i'm not late.” 

oh fuck.

 daisy felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. why is she here? she was supposed to be in new york, not los angeles.

 “y/n! you are kind of late.. hope it was for a good reason.” warren said with a wink “tell me the guy at least fucks good.” the drummer added while wiggling his eyebrows.

 the blue-eyed singer wanted to disappear. she tried to distract herself by playing with the hems of her long-sleeved white shirt. huh, funny. daisy thought. she always loved it when i wore this one.

 “yeah, warren. he fucked better than you ever will.” y/n answered, not before rolling her eyes at their friend.

 they didn't know y/n didn't fuck any guy last night.

 they didn't know y/n would never fuck a guy. ever. they didn't know y/n was late because she didn't know if she could face her ex girlfriend after she told her she was leaving for good. they hadn't seen each other for two weeks, and it was fucking torture for both of them. they had grown so used to always waking up next to each other, cooking together, and doing pretty much everything together, and god did it feel weird to not see each other for longer than a day. 

daisy felt like she couldn't breathe when y/n left. she always had to remind herself to breathe in and breathe out. it was as if the girl before her took all the oxygen in the world when she walked out of daisy's front door. right. she remembered bitterly as she felt the fabric of the shirt in her hands.

 daisy's front door. daisy's home. 

because she refused to move in with her even after three years of secretly seeing each other. she refused to let anyone know about their relationship. not even simone, who is like… them. and daisy understood, she obviously did.

 it was dangerous to be one of the world's most famous singers and openly date a woman. openly love a woman. openly say the word lesbian. people would crucify you in the street if they knew you were a homosexual. that was the main reason y/n was scared, she was just a tour photographer who happened to become close with the band and fall in love with daisy on the way. if the world knew she was into women, she would never get another job.

 daisy tried to tell her they would be okay, to screw the rest of the world. they loved each other. how could that ever be bad? as far as she knew, love wasn't a bad thing. but maybe she only thought that because she didn't have much experience with it. her parents hated her. men used her. she only has the band, simone, and y/n. had y/n. not anymore. 

“daisy!” her name being yelled at her got her out of the trance she was in. “are you going deaf or are you just high as shit?” eddie asked from the microphone. 

“she's in recovery, eddie. stop joking about that.” she heard a soft voice she could recognize anywhere snap back at him. “right, sorry.” the bassist said with his hands held up high as a way of showing surrender.

 y/n looked at her and they made eye contact for a solid second. daisy gave her a small smile and looked down. “alright, let's get this party started!” warren hollered as daisy put her headphones on to start recording. “okay, the end of love, take one.” 

the redhead remembered to breathe as she heard the first notes of the song.

 i feel nervous in a way that can't be named.

i dreamt last night of a sign that read, the end of love. 

she looked up and saw y/n drumming her fingers against her waist. she obviously knew the song was about her. ever since daisy met the photographer, almost every song she has written has been about her. the singer wrote the end of love the day after y/n walked out of her new york apartment. 

it's pitiful, she thinks. even when they're not romantically together anymore, she still writes about her.

 and i remember thinking even in my dreaming.

 it was a good line for a song. 

daisy tried to steady her breathing but when she looked at y/n she felt like she was about to pass out.

 breathe in. breathe out.

 breathe in. i can't fucking do this. 

the flower-named girl placed her headphones down and said a quick “i need some fresh air.” before storming out of the recording booth. daisy walked through god knows how many rooms, until she found an empty one in the back of the building, she sat on the floor and leaned against the door she had just walked through.

 you dumb fucking idiot, she thought. now they're all going to think you´re singing about someone in the room, or even worse, that you've relapsed and can't record a damn song. she can't go through this again.

 if the band thinking she was in love with billy dunne, when she's not even into men, was bad enough, them seeing her overreact this way is going to make them figure out she has been seeing someone. 

there was a minute of silence while she tried to think of an excuse to say when she gets back into the studio, but it was all interrupted by a soft knock coming from the other side of the wooden door she has been leaning against.

 “i'm fine, karen. just give me a second.” the blue-eyed girl said while running a hand through her long red hair. 

“i'm not karen, but if you want me to go get her, i can do that.” her heart sank as she heard y/n's voice.

 “no!” she heard her own voice answer in a quick desperate way. she grimaced at how pathetic she sounded.

 “well, is it okay if i come in?”

 one beat. two beats. daisy unlocked the door.

 the photographer walked into the room and sat on the opposite side of the singer, facing her. “do you want to talk about it?”

 “talk about what?” 

the girl sighed and leaned her face against the palm of her right hand. “about what just happened. you don't normally walk out of a recording session, daisy. not ever. are you okay?” she asked as she looked straight into daisy's big blue eyes.

 the singer stared back and bit her lip as she felt her eyes start to water. “i miss you.” 

“daisy-” 

“no.” she interrupted. “you say you love me but then decide to break up with me.” she says with a scoff. “without even letting me ask you what i did wrong. without even letting me try and fight for you. for us.” a tear streamed down her right cheek.

 it took everything in the girl before her to not wipe it, the way she always did. 

“listen, i understand being scared. do you think i'm not frightened of how the boys will react if they ever find out we are the way we are? but i didn't care as long as i had you. i know you have your doubts. but why did we have to hide from everyone? simone would never treat us differently. we both know she's a lesbian. just like you and i.” she pointed a finger at herself and the girl who now wouldn't dare to look her in the eye. 

“karen wouldn't either, she's too busy minding her own fucking business to be disgusted by us. even camila wouldn't care, she'd be delighted to know i've never felt an ounce of love for her husband” daisy was fully crying now. god, she loved her girlfriend so much. why wasn't that enough for her?

 “i left for that exact reason.” 

“what?” she asked.

 “you deserve someone who isn't afraid to love you. who isn't afraid of who she is.” y/n continued. “you know, billy and graham saw simone kiss her girlfriend at your birthday party” she said with a sarcastic laugh. “and they didn't give a single shit.” daisy was silent as she listened intently to her ex-girlfriend's voice.

 “when simone realized they saw her, she told them they'd been together for over five years. and shit, they truly didn't care. even warren said it wasn't fair simone found a girlfriend way before he met lisa.” y/n played with the rings placed around her fingers to avoid eye contact. “the entire band knows about simone, and they think it's normal.” 

daisy's heart was racing, she didn't know if it was excitement for simone, because her best friend was able to love her girlfriend without a care. or if it was happiness, because the rest accepting simone could only mean one thing. if the six don't care about simone and her girlfriend, then that means they won't care about her and y/n.

 the photographer was silent for a while, so daisy decided to speak first. “i don't really understand. you left me because you're afraid of them knowing about us. but, you also know they wouldn't care if they find out?” the singer´s eyes scanned her ex girlfriend´s face, trying to find an answer. 

“yeah… it's stupid.”

 “damn right, it fucking is!” daisy sighed. “i love you. you love me. we can at least tell them and simone about our relationship.”

 y/n was the one holding back tears now. “i want to. i truly do.” 

“then what's stopping you?” her voice softened at the sight of the girl she loves the most crying in front of her.

 “I can't openly love you, not when i can't even say… well, you know what.”

 “god, y/n. you didn't tell me you were still struggling with that. i could've helped you.”

 “i know you would've, but i didn't want to be a burden.” daisy slowly raised her arm and caressed y/n's cheek in the soft, loving way she always does. “you're not a burden. not ever. not to me.” the flower-named girl tucked the girl's hair behind her ear. 

“i love you. i love you so fucking much, i can't breathe when i'm without you.” she continued. “you helped me when i was trying to recover from my addiction. you were there when i got out of rehab. you've helped me stay clean.” 

“that was all you, daisy.” 

“yeah, but you were next to me the entire time. the least i can do is be next to you, while you learn to accept yourself.”  “it took me a while to come to terms with being a lesbian, too.” daisy said as she twirled a piece of y/n's hair around her finger. 

“i used to think the only way i could make it into the industry was by not caring about men stealing my music because at least people would hear them. fuck, i forced myself to want them, the same way they wanted me. because that was the closest i thought i'd ever get to being loved.” “but that's not what love is. love is what you and i have.”

 y/n placed her hand over daisy's. “i want to be brave, for you.”

 “you already are. you just need to be brave for yourself. because you deserve it.”

 “thank you, for everything.”  y/n gave her a soft small smile. “you don't have to thank me for anything, seeing you smile is good enough for me.” 

 the two women locked eyes, and they just stared at each other for a small moment. y/n's hands began to shake with desperation, she craved the feeling of daisy against her. and suddenly, she felt a force pulling her towards the redhead girl, daisy placed her hands on both sides of y/n's waist, and instinctively, as if her body was made to be next to her's, y/n placed her hands behind daisy's neck, the same way she has done for the past few years, their bodies were pieces of a puzzle made to be together.

 they both leaned into each other, they were so close, they could feel each other's noses rubbing together, daisy smiled at the sensation. “can i-” daisy started “you don't even have to ask.” the girl interrupted, before smashing her lips into the singer's.

 their lips locked, the two women having been in the exact same position hundreds of times, but this was different. this kiss was about understanding, about forgiveness, about acceptance, about moving forward. it lasted a few more moments until they were out of breath and had to pull away. 

“i love you, daisy jones.” the girl whispered against daisy's lips. “i love you, y/n l/n.” she answered with glossy, vibrant eyes. before getting back into her usual cocky self.

 “well, not to spoil my amazing new song, which is going to be a hit, but there's a specific lyric i think you're going to like.” she said, trying to fight back a smile. y/n rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's antics.

 “oh yeah? what is it?” daisy cupped y/n's cheeks and stared lovingly into her lover's eyes. “i've always been in love with you. could you tell it from the moment that i met you?” the redhead sang before kissing her beautiful girlfriend again, and again, and again.

 daisy still had to finish recording her song, and they still had to explain what took the photographer so long to find her, but luckily, this time y/n wasn't afraid to tell them the truth. 

we were reaching in the dark

that summer in new york

and it was so far to fall

but it didn't hurt at all.

#daisy jones imagine #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones and the six x reader #lesbian x reader #daisy jones angst #daisy jones fluff #x reader #fanfiction #daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones #daisy jones and the six

[thesixenthusiast]

ruby – eddie roundtree

part one (part two, part three, part four)

pairing: eddie rountree x fem!oc (may change to x reader) warnings: drinking/drugs (billy/daisy's addictions) word count: 1.6k author's note: please bear with me in this, if there's a few time mix ups just with the order of things, please do let me know but i'm trying to find an equal balance between the book and show and it's a little difficult lol

On October 4, 1977, Daisy Jones & The Six performed to a sold out crowd at Soldier Field in Chicago, Illinois. They were one of the biggest bands in the world at the time, fresh off their award-winning, multi-platinum selling album “Aurora.” It would be their final performance. 

In the 20 years since, members of the band and their inner circle have refused to speak on the record about what happened… Until now.

–

THE RISE OF THE SIX (1966-1972)

The Six started out as a blues-rock band called the Dunne Brothers in the mid-sixties out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Billy and Graham Dunne were raised by single mother, Marlene Dunne, after their father, William Dunne Sr., left in 1954.

BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I always dreamed of something different than the typical laid out career paths. When Graham first got the idea to start a band, I assumed it was just to win back his girlfriend. He was, what fourteen? The kid thought his life was over. [Laughs] I guess in retrospect, maybe it was a good idea. 

WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): He was definitely trying to get his girlfriend back.

GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, The Six): We were solid, fine for a while. When Chuck quit, we were out a bassist, which isn’t really something you can do without in a band. Billy originally wanted Eddie to switch to bass, but he wasn’t too keen on that. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythmic guitar, The Six): I was so sick of Billy trying to run the band, it wasn’t his band, or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. 

WARREN ROJAS: There was this girl in my math class, her uncle owned a music store downtown, and she used to give lessons to kids on weekends, it was mostly just some scheme by her uncle to get people to buy guitars. 

BILLY DUNNE: She was a sophomore, a young sophomore at that, she wasn’t even 16 by the time she joined, I was a year out of high school and the rest of the boys are creeping on 17 and 18, she just didn’t fit. Warren gets all the boys on board before bringing the idea up to me so I look like the asshole if I say no, I wanted to say no too, but she was good and I didn’t have another option. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She didn’t even show an interest in being in the band, she wasn’t begging us to give her a chance, we were near-stalking her at the music store, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hear her play and casually bring up that we happened to need a bassist.

JULIET OPAL (bassist/singer, The Six): They weren’t nearly as sly as they thought they were. I originally thought it was some attempt at stealing records or 8-tracks, y’know waiting until I wasn’t looking, but they kept coming back, seemingly just waiting for me to do something, what it was I didn’t know, but something. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: [Sighs] They decided I would be the one to talk to her. 

The shop’s bell rang, signaling the door had been opened, which swung Juliet’s attention away from the magazine she was skimming and up to the front of the store, peering through the aisles to see who entered. A boy, one she recognized from the creeping on her from the previous weeks, made himself visible and she was immediately on high alert. He approached the counter, swallowing nerves as he did, and cleared his throat. 

“Hi,” his voice was hoarse, she took the awkward silence as a moment to study him, he wore a striped shirt, loose jeans, and brown shoes, his hair could use a comb through. He extended his hand, “I’m Eddie, I think we go to school together.”

“Juliet,” she met his hand, “is that why you’re here, to tell me that we might go to school together? Or is there an ulterior motive, one that may explain why you and your friends have been spying on me the past week,” any speck of confidence Eddie had going into this was entirely gone. 

“I’m in a band with some friends and our bassist bailed on us pretty recently. My friend, Warren, he’s a junior like me, I think he’s in your math class, said he saw you play bass and that you were good. We just wanted to see you play before we formally asked.”

“Formally asked what?” She leaned up from her elbows that she had been propped on.

“Oh, to, uh, like,” he stopped himself, licking his lips and sighing, “would you want to maybe play bass for us?” His eyes instantly went to his shoes and he stuffed his hands inside his pockets. 

“Can I have a little more info maybe? It’s not personal, I just don’t know you, like at all and you could be the worst players for all I know.”

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: That one hurt, something about a younger kid who you have a solid five inches on insinuating that she’s better than you are, especially when you’re practically on your knees begging for her to help you out can feel like salt being rubbed into a fresh wound. 

JULIET OPAL: What else was I supposed to do? [Laughs] Just blindly follow the older boy who had been spying on me for a week to the alleged garage that he practices in with his alleged band and hope for the best? I paid attention in the stranger-danger assemblies, I knew better. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I invited her back to Billy and Graham’s but she said she had to close up for her uncle. Once we were out in L.A. she told me she actually just didn’t wanna leave with me and in hindsight, I can’t say I blame her.

The following morning Juliet and the Dunne Brothers skipped their first period and met in the Dunne’s garage. Juliet studied the wads of scribbled sheet music Billy had handed to her without looking her in the eye and she didn’t miss the way Eddie rolled his eyes at his hostility, and Eddie didn’t miss the way her upper lip curled into a smile as she saw his reaction. 

After rifling through the stack of papers, she picked out one at random, and set it down on the table in front of her, leaning over to scan in a few times before pulling the strap of her guitar over her head. She looked over to the group of boys, standing huddled together with Billy noticeably further away and Warren nodded fervently at her with a grin overtaking her face. 

After she played through the song, Billy made her play another, and another, and two more after that ‘for safety.’ Once he had run out of excuses for her to keep playing, he asked her to step out of the garage so they could confer with each other. After seven minutes and two overheard “c’mon man”s from Warren, Juliet was invited back into the garage and to serve as a temporary bass for the band, just until Billy could come to his final decision. 

JULIET OPAL: He was stubborn even then, I’m honestly surprised he let me in.

BILLY DUNNE: I didn’t want to let her in the band. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I wanted her in the band, I made sure Billy knew that.

JULIET OPAL: A week after I joined, we were playing a gig with​​ the Winters. 

The group stood backstage, listening to the music that was permeating into every corner of the room. Juliet stood sandwiched between Warren and Camila, listening to the band. They had a keyboardist, she caught Juliet’s eye once they had got backstage, when they finished playing and she got offstage, Juliet made a beeline for her, introducing herself. 

“I’m Karen,” she introduced herself, “you play with these guys?”

“Mhm, I’m on bass right now, but in an ideal world I’d steal Eddie over there’s job,” she pointed to him and he smiled back, nodding his head up at her, unknowingly, “I won’t though, kinda like him, at least more than I do Billy,” Karen nodded, opening her mouth to excuse herself from the conversation, “y’know I’ve been saying we need a keyboardist.”

“Have you now?” That piqued her interest she stopped in her tracks and smirked over her shoulder. 

“No,” she admitted, “but I’ve been thinking it.” Billy hollered her name, gesturing her over to the group, who were making their way onstage. She pulled a receipt with a phone number scribbled across it in black ink and handed it to Karen, “If you ever get sick of them, give me a call, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Do you always carry around drug store receipts with your phone number on them?”

“You never know who you might meet,” she shrugged and started sprinting towards the stage before calling out over her shoulder, “worked out this time. Wish me luck!”

KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): She was so.. vivacious, so full of life. She apoke about a million miles a minute, if I wasn’t fully interested in what she was saying, I don’t think I would’ve caught a word of it. You have this young girl talking your ear off, she seems entirely sure of herself, but also still feels a need to prove to you that she deserves to be there.

JULIET OPAL: I liked Karen, how could I not? And based on the way events would play out, clearly I wasn’t the only one. 

WARREN ROJAS: It was a great gig, Julie did great, not that we weren’t expecting her to, we were just worried about her, she had never done anything in front of a crowd before, but she did everything that actually counted right. 

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: On the drive home she sat next to me and she told me I played well, then she leaned in and kinda whispered and she thanked me. She thanked me for being the one to ask her to join because she would’ve said no to anyone else. [Smiles]

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