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So Blue

Club Blue Jones x f!Reader Jake Lockley x f!Reader

This is a fic based on this post by @thedarkcoven and @melodygatesauthor

Summary- Jake comes to his cousin Blue’s aide in a time of need but finds something he needs much more.

CW-NSFW,18+ MDNI,Explicit, dub con,non con, Blue owns a Brothel and reader is a sex worker. Degrading comments,possessive Blue,possessive Jake, hints of yandere Jake, cursing, kissing, angst, innocence kink,fingering,oral sex female receiving, unprotected piv,anal,anal cream pie,dacryphilia,cum eating, orgasm denial,kidnapping.A hint of Steven and Marc if you squint.

WC-3k

A/N-Please do not read if this is not for you, this is a safe space to explore things outside of the normal world. If I forgot any tag warnings feel free to comment.

Not beta read

Your hands are shaking as you make your way down the hall to Blue’s office. You were only called into the office for two reasons, when Blue was feeling possessive and needed to let off some steam. He would bend you over his desk for what felt like hours, ramming his thick cock into you. Your screams of pleasure would echo down the hall for all his men to hear.

The other reason which usually resulted in the same outcome was that you’re in trouble. Each time brought a flutter of nerves and excitement, your brain can’t decide how to feel about Blue. He was so wrong and fucked up in so many ways, yet he could be so sweet when he wanted to. Keeping you right where he wanted, in limbo with your own body.

You stand in front of the door taking slow deep breaths as you smooth your hands down your barely there skirt and adjust your tie front crop top. Blue made you wear these clothes if you could call them that. You slowly open the door and you’re hit with a strong musky scent, like Blue’s but there’s something different there. You see the back of a man’s head seated in front of Blue’s desk, your heart slams in your chest at the thought of interrupting a meeting.

So stupid you should have knocked

You’re turning on your heel faster than you can register.

“Where are you going sweetheart.” His voice stops you in your tracks and you turn to see Blue uncharacteristically smiling at you. He motions come here with his fingers and you’re at his side in an instant. He places a firm hand on the small of your back as he faces you towards the man in the chair. Your breath catches in your throat as you're met with venomous eyes and a grim expression. He’s staring at you but he’s looking at your eyes, something most men don’t do.

You can smell it now the difference it’s fresh leather, his jacket and gloves in pristine condition. He definitely cares about his appearance, it seems just as much as Blue. Something about him was so familiar and you don’t even notice how long you’ve been staring at each other until a tight squeeze on your hip brings you back.

“This is my cousin Jake, he’s gonna be here for a few days to keep an eye on some things for me.”

“Jake, this is my number one girl.” He smacks your ass eliciting a yelp from you and you can’t look at the man in front of you. Your face grows hot at the display he’s showing in front of this man who certainly peaked your curiosity.

“What’s your na-.”

“Don’t worry about what her name is.” Blue bites out. Jake shoots him a look of warning and Blue holds his hands up in mock surrender.

He’s not in control

“Listen, her name is not important. If you need anything from her you ask me. Jake nods at him in understanding.

“Go get ready,you’ve got a busy night and I don’t want you keeping anyone waiting.” He slaps your ass again and you stifle a groan not wanting to deal with the aftermath of him hearing you.

“Yes sir.” Is all you manage as you round the desk.

“Adiós Princesa.” He’s gonna be trouble.

****

“I need you to keep an eye on some high profile clients.” Blue lights his cigar and settles further into his chair.

“You’ve got muscle all over this place, what do you need me for?” Jake knows he’s not here by accident.

“They don’t have an eye like you…I think there’s some business going on under the table and I don’t want it going on in my club.”

“Fair enough, I can only stay a few days.” Jake pulls his hat down nervously.

“A few days is all I need and you’ll be paid before you leave.”

Jake stands to leave but hesitates just before the door.

“How much for your number one girl?”

Blue clenches his fist, digging his fingernails into his palm. He takes a steady calming breath and rolls his tense shoulders back. Jake was doing him a favor, but the thought of him having you still made him jealous.

“I’m not paying you enough for her.” He smirks to himself waiting for Jake's response.

Jake is seeing red-does he know who I am? He knows he would never do anything to his cousin but it was hard keeping his cool when he always had such a smart mouth.

“I have my own money hermaño.”

Jake's insistence was pissing him off but he needed his help.

“You can have her tomorrow night, she’s busy tonight.”

“For how lo-.”

“I’ll decide how long.” He says through gritted teeth.

Jake exits the office with a noxious grin. I think I’ll decide.

****

Blue told you to be ready for Jake. He was colder than normal and didn’t give you many details. You weren’t new to this but something about Jake made you nervous.

You knock lightly on his door and he immediately opens as if he was waiting on the other side. He beckons you in and turns you to face him.Your eyes trail down his bare chest and notice the bulge in his black boxers. He looks at you hungrily as he pulls the tie on your black silk robe letting it fall to the floor. You’re wearing matching blue lace lingerie underneath.

“I see you followed my instructions.” He grazes his thumb over your nipple sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in to kiss you but you pull away. You see that look in his eyes again and you’re trembling but they immediately soften into something sad.

“He doesn’t kiss you?”

“No sir.” He places a hand behind your neck pulling you into a bruising kiss, your lips melt into his as he moans into your mouth. He’s pushing you onto the bed without breaking the kiss as your tongues dance with one another. You feel like you’re floating from this intimacy. You feel the guilt creep up on someone other than Blue making you feel like this but you push it down not wanting to ruin this moment.

“I’m gonna make you feel good Princesa.” He’s breathless as he trails kisses along your jaw and down your body, he gently lifts your hips to slide your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping folds. He licks a stripe through your entrance and circles your clit with his tongue. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as you grip the sheets beneath you.

“He doesn’t take his time with you, does he?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he inserts a finger into your slick cunt drawing quick circles around your clit with his thumb.

You slam your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries of pleasure. He quickly grabs your wrist with his other hand.

“I want to hear you, I want him to hear you.” Fuck

He inserts another finger and fucks you at a fast pace, you don’t know how you’ll survive if his fingers stretch you like this. His tongue is on your sensitive nub and your breath hitches as he closes his lips down on your clit. He grinds his hips into the mattress for some friction where he desperately needs it.

“Oh..fuck…sir right there.” He chuckles lowly into your pussy and the vibrations could send you over the edge.

“You can call me Jake.” He curls his fingers and presses down on your bundle of nerves. Your release slams through you leaving you sobbing his name as your whole body shakes. He’s kissing your thighs as you come back down and looking at you like you hold all the answers.

“Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

Your body moves faster than your brain wanted you to but you’re putty in his hands now. You can hear him shuffle behind you as he discards his boxers somewhere. You’re trying to calm your ragged breathing but his hot tongue devours your slick folds and circles your rim. His hands grip your waist before you collapse into the headboard.

He grips the base of his cock slowly dragging it through your slit, you can feel his tip breach your entrance and you keen at the stretch. He’s rocking his hips back and forth and his thick cock can barely fit.Your pussy clenches down on him and he bites down on his bottom lip practically drawing blood.

“I need you to relax…just let me in and it will feel so much better.” He reaches around and his fingertips circle your swollen clit. He can feel you relax around him as he works your hips onto his length. He’s in awe watching your slick coat the base of his cock as he stretches your pussy to the brim.

“Tell me who's making you feel this good.” He’s panting behind you as he picks up his pace.

“You Jake…fuck it feels so good.” All you can hear are the sounds of his hips meeting yours, the squelch of your cunt as his balls slap your clit over and over.

“Can I put it anywhere?” He runs his thumb along your lesser used hole and all you can manage is a breathy yes. He pulls out of your entrance and spreads your ass wide with his calloused hands.

You feel a glob of spit on your rim causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He prods just the tip and you already feel so full, he churns his hips slowly and your body feels on fire. The sensation has never felt so good, no one has ever taken their time.

You can tell he’s coming apart as his groans grow deeper and his thrusts become erratic. The pain gives way to pleasure as he snaps his hips into yours, he’s filling you with each roll of his hips and you can’t hear your thoughts over the screams of his name.

“Who do you belong to?” He’s grunting behind you as he slams you down on his cock.

“You..I’m.yours.Jake.” Each word punctuated on a thrust. A wrecked sound tears out of his chest from deep within as his release slams through him. His hips slow as he empties himself inside you. He trails light kisses down your sweaty spine and pulls out of you with a hiss.

You collapse onto the bed and he pulls your back flush with his chest. You can hear him drifting off to sleep as he mutters under his breath.

“Not letting you go, never letting you go.”

****

You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when you hear a rap on the door. You turn to see Jake fast asleep, you raise his arm from your waist and slink out of bed to not disturb him.

As you place your robe back on you hear another frantic knock on the door. You hurry over to open it, not wasting time to find your panties.

“Times up sweetheart.” Blue’s eyes are bloodshot, his liner is smeared down his face and the anger in his expression isn’t one you’ve seen before. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room slamming the door behind you. His grip on you doesn’t loosen as he stalks down the hallway. You can hardly keep up with him as you trip over your feet.

“He fuck you so stupid you can’t even walk.” He doesn’t bother to pick you up, practically dragging you down the hall to his office. You can feel the tears prickling behind your eyes. His office door is a welcome sight for your poor knees.

“Get up.” His pupils are blown wide as you stand on shaky legs to enter his office. He’s pacing back and forth, Blue’s never been like this. He wouldn’t kill you, would he? He asked you to go to Jake's room. He finally stops pacing and sits in his chair. You can only stare at the floor afraid to meet his gaze as you fidget with the hem of your robe.

“Come have a seat.” His voice has softened a little and you feel a brief moment of relief. You move towards the chair but hear the faint sound of his belt buckle, as you look up and meet his eyes you can see the resemblance- the venomous eyes.

“You know where I want you to sit.” You can feel the arousal between your legs mixed with the dried cum. His cock is red and angry leaking precum down his length. You move to stand in front of him facing away as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs. He smacks your thigh and you hover your entrance over his lap.

“Sit.” You cry out at the stretch as he pulls you flush against his hips giving you no time to adjust.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” How do you answer this?

“No.” He slaps your pussy hard and you bite down on your tongue.

“Yes.” He growls in your ear and you can feel his cock pulse inside your walls.

“If you want to keep lying to me that’s fine, you’ll just have to make it up to me later.” He circles your clit with his fingertips and you clench around him.

“Who do you belong to?” You're weightless as he bounces you on his cock punching something deep inside you.

“You Blue…I belong to you.” He grips your hair pulling you back against his chest as he thrusts his hips up.

“Oh…tsk tsk I thought you were Jakes?” Was he listening?

“I’m so sorry Blue, I’m yours I’m all yours I swear.” You’re sobbing now as he picks up his pace, never releasing the grip on your hair. Your orgasm is approaching and you shouldn’t have this reaction to him but your body craves it. He’s the rehab and the drug all at once.

You’re thrust forward onto the desk and your grasping at anything for purchase as he fucks you at a relentless pace.

“Oh my god…Blue please.” Your cunt swallows him with each thrust. He pulls out of you suddenly, coming with a choked sound as he pumps his cock with his fist. You can feel the hot ropes of cum on your back staining the black satin robe. You can hear his wrecked groans as he milks the last of himself into his hand. He leans forward onto your back holding his hand in front of your face.

“Clean it.” You lick the salty remnants of his spend from his hand, moaning and savoring the taste the way he likes. As he slumps back into his chair you feel your pussy ache at the lack of release.

“You can go sweetheart.” The whine that escapes you is not lost on him.

“Maybe when you remember who you belong to you can come.” His menacing laugh echoes in your thoughts for the rest of the night.

****

“Those clients you wanted me to watch, we're trying to poach some of your girls. I took care of them so you shouldn’t have any more problems.”

Blue doesn’t really care what taking care of them means as long as the problem is resolved.

“Good, feel free to stay one more night. I’ll send some girls to your room.”

“Thanks hermaño, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. Ugh no need to send any girls, I need my rest for the drive.” Jake stands to exit Blue’s office but hesitates once again at the door.

“How much for your girl?” Blue groans white knuckling his chair -not this again.

“It’ll be double for tonight, same rules as last time.” He relents not wanting to cause a rift and is grateful for Jake's help.

“I mean how much to keep her…I want her.”

If Blue could spit fire he would. Who does he think he is? He would have anyone else killed for less than what Jakes got away with and now this?

Jake turns to face Blue and he’s seething, a long silence passes between the two men as he awaits his response.

“I wouldn’t let you have her for all the money in the world...She’s mine” His voice is dark and barely above a whisper. His eyes narrow slits and he looks like a snake ready to strike.

Jake walks towards his desk and Blue stands,both men on either side. He’s a wolf in the lion's den but he won’t back down. He leans forward placing his hands on the desk.

“People don’t say no to me Blue.” He laughs, the bastard laughs and for the first time Jake thinks he might be in trouble. Blue leans forward just inches away from Jake's face.

“There’s a first time for everything…Goodnight Jake.” He doesn’t falter, their faces still inches apart and then his face splits into a sickly sweet grin sending a chill down Blue’s spine.

“Goodnight.”

****

Your head is pounding in your skull and your body feels in motion. You can’t tell if it’s day or night but you know you’re not in your room. The smell of leather permeates your senses and it hurts to open your eyes. Your face is wet from laying in a puddle of your own drool.

You lift your weak body up and come to the realization that you're in a car. The windows are tinted black and you can hardly see outside-its a limousine. You wipe the drool from your mouth and try to remember the night. After Blue made you leave you cleaned yourself up and went to bed.

Is that really all you remember?

Tears begin to spill as panic sets in, the bile coming up in your throat at the thought of being in a stranger's car. You start to crawl towards the front and your body is so weak, you’ve never felt like this before as you try to focus on the soft carpet beneath your palms. You knock lightly on the partition and it slowly lowers.

“Good morning hermosa, how’d you sleep?” Your breath catches in your throat at the site of Jake. His hat pulled down above his furrowed brow.

“Please…take me back please. He’s going to be so mad.” You're crying and trying to catch your breath. All the while he’s laughing as his gloved hands tighten the grip on the steering wheel.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me now.You’re safe with us now.”He raises the partition muffling your screams as you bang on it incessantly. You feel the exhaustion creeping in from your panic and you know no matter the outcome you were not safe.

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st4rymoon · 8 months

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🕷️𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🕷️

This will be my first time writing for kinktober, hope you all enjoy <3

⭐︎ List created by me <3 I’ll be adding onto the list if I think of others! By the way new character will be in the works!

1. Best-friend - Poe Dameron x reader (published)

2. Gamer bf/on call - Miguel O’Hara x reader

3. Halloween party - Jake Lockley x reader

4. Edging - Marc Spector x reader

5. Cock warming - Loki x reader

6. Choking - Blue Jones x reader

7. Predator x pray game - Miguel O’Hara x reader

8. Dads best friend - Joel Miller x reader

9. Corruption kink - Raymond Leon x reader

10. Breeding kink - Steven Grant x reader

11. Fingering/Sub - Jake Lockley x reader

12. Size kink - Bucky Barns x reader

13. Creampie - Steven Grant x reader

14. Temp play (ice cubes) - Miguel O’Hara x reader

15. Bondage - Santiago Garcia x reader

16. Praise kink - Joel Miller x Reader

17. Impact play - Poe Dameron x reader

18. Overstimulation - Jonathan Levy x reader

19. Dumbification - Miguel O’Hara x reader

20. Mile high club - Poe Dameron x reader

21. Tutor - Miguel O’Hara x reader

22. Phone sex! - Steven Grant x reader

23. Pussy! Fiend - Bucky Barns x reader

24. Sex! Toys - Poe Dameron x reader

25. Academic rivals - Miguel O’Hara x reader

26. Touched starved - Poe Dameron x reader

27. Cam girl - Steven grant x Reader

28. Car sex! - Jonathan Levy x reader

29. Riding! - Steven grant x reader

30. Brat tamer - Loki x reader

31. Rough sex - Joel Miller x reader

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 month

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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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campingwiththecharmings · 5 months

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🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest

Ex Machina

🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sucker Punch

🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Triple Frontier

Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Scenes From a Marriage

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Two Faces of January

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh

Misc.

🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #santiago garcia x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #jonathan levy x reader #nathan bateman x reader #rydal keener x reader #jack mohave x reader #anselm vogelweide x reader #llewyn davis x reader #javier pena x reader #will miller x reader #blue jones x reader #cal kestis x reader #fic rec #damn i read a lot in october

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avxtarlz · 4 months

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Okay hear me out- this might be a little stupid but I can’t get it off my mind- Coriolanus snow instead of Lucy gray and the covey, reader with a jazz band??? I really love jazz I just want to know his thoughts on all the different instruments and jazz singer reader! TYSM for at least listening! 🩷

Jazz || PeaceKeeper Coriolanus Snow x Female District! Jazz singer Reader

Summary: After coming Back from Winning The 10th Hunger games, One day while you and your Band Are playing You spot the same White haired Boy. Coriolanus never heard of Jazz before since the Capitol Is all Classic music, so You introduce him to your fellow band mates.

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You loved to sing With your band. They were like your family.

You missed them the Entire time you were in the arena. Wishing you would be back with them. But with the help of Coriolanus snow getting you back to your family like he promised.

Now in the Train heading back to Twelve Feeling miserable of how you didn’t thank him.

Hopefully you two would meet again.

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“Did you guys miss me?!” You spoke in the Microphone on stage.

A bunch of Yes’s were shouting all over the Club.

“Well I sure missed you! But I assure you I am back!” You started to smile

“Well how bout a song huh?” You started to ajust your Mic.

You turned back to your band Nodding at them to know your ready.

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As you and Your band Are up stage Performing for the audience Enjoying yourselfs. While in the middle of Singing You make eye contact with those same Blue eyes you once Knew. You almost stopped singing but continued. You smiled as you started swaying.

Now done with your Music just Taking a break. “Hey guys I’ll be right back.” Putting the mic back up on its stand. They all nodded and smiled as they headed to the bar.

Making your way through the crowd saying Excuse me here and there seeing if you could spot those same Blue eyes again. Once you spot him standing in the same place you saw him, you started to walk over.

“Hey.” You smiled as him. “Hey, You were really good up there. Never heard of that type of Music.” He asked smiling. You looked shocked. “You’ve never heard of jazz before?” You teased him. “No, back in the Capitol it’s all Classic you know.” He nodded leaning against the wall.

“Wow. Well I have to meet you to My band mates. Come.” You motioned with your hands signaling him to follow. You made sure he was following you through the crowd heading backstage where your band were just sitting and chatting around.

You and Coriolanus walked up to them as you introduced them to him. “Hey guys this Is Coriolanus. He was my mentor back in the capitol, He helped me win the games and come back.” They all looked at Corio.

“Thank you for helping her. We wouldn’t know what we would do without her. She’s like our little sister.” Your Band mate Bennie walked up to Corio as he Nodded at him. “Of course.” Coriolanus nodded back.

“Corio let me introduce them to you.” You patted his back. “Well here’s Bennie, He’s our Saxophonist. Then we have Finch Which who plays our Trumpet. Here’s Charlie who’s our drummer. Miles is our bassists, Our Guitarist is Django, and Lastly Calloway is our pianist. And I’m the voice of course.” You grinned as all you band mates waved and greeted Corio.

“Nice to meet you all. I do enjoy your Music very much.” Corio grinned. “Yeah, thanks man but we should probably head back on stage now guys.” Miles pointed to the stage. They all started to head on stage setting up. You turned around to Coriolanus. “It was nice seeing you again Corio, and thank you for everything,” you started to Tear up.

“No,No I should be thanking you Y/n, You saved me in thatBombing. I owe you my life. Just don’t forget that. I promised you I would bring you back to your family.” Coriolanus grabbed your hands. With his other hand he wiped the Tears falling from your eyes.

“Thank you Corio.” You weakly smiled. The silence broke as You heard in the background of jazz music started to play. “I think I should go now.” You pointed back to the stage while wiping your tears. “Yeah. I’ll be watching you out there.” Corio grinned. You smiled at him as you walked back on stage.

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#tom blyth #coriolanus snow #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth x reader

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jayke0 · 7 months

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Moron

Pairing: Blue Jones and Cecil Dennis x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 15, Free Use

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Free use (though probs not as much as expected), drunkeness, alcohol mentions, degrading, blowjob/facefucking, p in v, protected sex (condom), oral (f receiving), squirting, threesome, hair pulling, crying, Blue is his own warning, name calling, Cecil just being an overall dummy and saying funny things, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,982

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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As much as Blue hates to admit it, you don't belong to him. You've had enough other men's cocks inside you by now for it to quite frankly be stupid of him to say it; yet he still does, he still tells you every time he's balls deep inside you that you belong to him and him only.

You have someone else that says the same kinda thing, but it's just the other way round. Cecil likes knowing that he's yours, and unlike yourself, he actually sticks to it… not that he could find any other girl that'd take his pathetic ass anyway.

The man comes stumbling into the club as usual, bottle in one hand and red stained cloth wrapped around the other. He asks around for you of course, but when he's directed towards the head of the club's office he's faced with something he didn't want to see in a million years; you, cheek pressed harshly against the desk as Blue Jones pounds you from behind, and the worst part is that you seem to be loving it.

Cecil bursts in, making both of you stop in your tracks.

"Heyy! You can't do that! She said she's for me!" The disheveled man protests.

Oh my god.

"Cecil– ah– get outta here! You dunno what you're getting yourself int—" you're silenced by a hard thrust from Blue, who'd only seemed to stop for a second at the disruption before continuing to slam into you harshly.

The sight makes Cecil wince, and he can already feel the tears welling in his eyes as he wipes his face on his sleeve.

"This your other man huh?" Blue leans over you and sneers in your ear. "The one you like to just give yourself too? Without even a care for the money he doesn't make me?" Blue eyes the other man before gesturing for him to come over to the both of you. "She's told me how pathetic you are, you're just a bumbling moron looking for a quickie, ain't you?"

Cecil shakes his head quickly, but the tears start falling down his face as he sniffles and tries to hide it in his jacket. His cheeks are so rosy and flushed, strands of curls falling in his face as his shoulders shudder. It's a sight that you're quite familiar with, and one that makes you more aroused than it probably should.

You manage to look up at Cecil despite the other man's hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pressing you against the hard wood. "Cecil baby, c'mere." You gesture for him to come closer after smacking Blue's wrist to slow down, which he surprisingly obliges to.

Cecil stumbles towards you and puts the bottle on the desk. Feeling your arms wrap around his waist is somewhat reassuring to the man and he sighs shakily, showing you his bloody hand with a pout. "I tried fucking some other girl, but she got pissed when I swallowed one of her rings by accident when I was sucking on her fingers."

You try not to laugh, but it's incredibly hard when the man just naturally gets himself into moronic situations.

Blue isn't as ashamed to hide his laughter, a raucously snarky chuckle coming from behind you.

You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows and you stroke his wrists, carefully running your fingers over his. "I want you to join, Cecil, will you do that for me?"

You know he's a sucker for pleasing you… and for getting his cock sucked whenever he can.

"Only if he shuts the fuck up." He points at Blue, which warrants a hard thrust from the club owner.

You gasp and nod. "He will baby, he will. C'mere, lemme make you feel better."

Your hands start working on Cecil's trousers, which is hard to do when you're getting your back blown out by your boss, especially one that favours you the most. Eventually you pry his slacks open to paw at his cock. You wrap your hand around the clothed flaccid length while the other holds onto his good hand; you know he loves that too, it makes him feel wanted.

It doesn't take very long for Cecil to get hard, despite being face to face with his 'contender', and soon he's rolling his hips into your hand and begging for your mouth.

"Damn, you get excited quick don't you?" Blue mocks, which makes Cecil whine and buck his hips into your hand.

You feel him rest his bad hand on your head and a little part of you hopes he doesn't get any fucking blood in your hair. Your attention is drawn back to the pathetic man that's now whaling for you to suck his dick.

"Please baby! Please please, I've been good— well apart from earlier but that don't count 'cause I didn't even get to stick it in."

You moan softly, since you love it when he tells you he's been good, before you pull his cock free of his underwear, the tip throbbing and leaking already.

Blue's pace seems to stop for a moment as he watches you take the blunt head in your mouth, wrapping your lips around Cecil's shaft while the man in question whimpers.

The club owner's cock twitches as he observes you taking it deeper and deeper till your nose is pressed against the scruffy man's abdomen, unkempt pubes tickling your skin.

"Shit, honey, you're so good at taking it in the throat aren't you?" Blue's hand runs over your head and you nod dumbly, loving the feeling of being full at both ends.

"Let's see how you fair while I'm fucking your brains out."

You whine and choke as Blue starts thrusting again. The way you get pushed forward only pushes you further down on Cecil's cock, who lets out a strangled moan.

Eventually you get your bearings and you're able to wrap your hand around the other's cock and pull off of him, just to take him all into your mouth once again.

Both the men moan at that and you feel Blue's hips start to stutter as he struggles to hold himself together, curses and moans coming out through clenched teeth.

"God, I love watching you being used, you like it don't you? Like having both your greedy holes filled? Just like the whore you are." Blue tugs your hair, which in turn pulls your mouth off of Cecil with a loud pop and a gurgled moan from you.

"I do, Blue! Fuck I love both your cocks." You whine, scrambling to get your mouth on the other man again.

Cecil tries to rock his hips forward with desperate cries, but the club owner keeps your head firmly pulled back.

"Beg for it, beg to suck his cock again."

"Oh c'mon! I thought you said you were gonna be quiet—" Cecil complains.

You whimper and whine, but Blue's grip is tight on your hair, and if you wait any longer you're going to cum all over the harsher man's cock before you even get your mouth on Cecil.

"Please Blue— please lemme help him— ah— he's so desperate for it I can't help it!"

That seems to work, the man letting go of your head to let you go back to what you were doing.

Cecil feels like he's going explode if he doesn't feel the warmth of your mouth soon, but finally your lips are wrapped around him again and he can hold the back of your head; this time going not so easy on you.

He fucks into your wet heat with staggered thrusts, his head tilted back in pleasure as he uses your throat for his own gain, loud pathetic whimpers coming from his lips.

" 'atta girl, all for us to use—" Blue pants. You can hear in his voice that he's getting close too, which you're relieved about, because you think if he continues fucking you like this your legs are going to give out and he'll have to hold you up.

"I wanna use you like this more— please lemme do this more, it's so nice." Cecil begs, but you're unsure if it's for you or for Blue.

"Wonder how many others I can get to fuck you, maybe one in this tight little hole here—" your boss runs his thumb over your other hole and it makes you choke out a moan.

The constricting of your throat is enough to make Cecil spill suddenly, his cock buried so deep in your throat that it bypasses your taste buds and pumps straight down your esophagus.

Blue is next to fill you up, his growls and moans making you whimper as he grips your hips and fills the condom with his arousal, his head tilting back to enjoy the feeling.

Your legs are shaking by the time the men both pull away, but you're left still strung high on that cliff, hoping to God that one of them will take mercy on your poor throbbing cunt.

Your prayers are answered sooner than you expect.

Blue's arms wrap underneath your knees and pull you up against his chest, your legs crushing against your own chest with your throbbing heat on show for Cecil.

All you can do is scramble a little in Blue's grasp; if you know him well enough, you know what he wants, and it's going to make you scream and claw at his arms from being so sensitive.

"I see you looking at her. Go on, use that stupid mouth for something good."

Cecil is drooling at the sight of your cunt spread for him like that and he drops to his knees, gazing up at you as if you're some kind of deity blessing him with your presence.

Your arms hold onto Blue's, bracing yourself for the way Cecil's tongue is going to make you squirm, but before you can, you feel hardness bumping against your cunt.

How the fuck is he hard again already?

You don't have time to contemplate before your boss is shoving his thick cock inside you once more, fucking you open by bouncing you on himself.

"Shit, I love this cunt, honey."

All you can do is shriek and clench around him, the feeling being enhanced when you feel Cecil's tongue working on your clit… He may not be the best at holding his load or fucking, but he definitely knows how to use his tongue.

You're driven closer and closer to ecstasy each time you're brought down on Blue's cock, Cecil's tongue waiting for you mercilessly every time the other is buried deep inside your cunt.

Your body feels like it's on fire, and it's only a matter of a few more thrusts before you're crying out for both of them, your body squeezing and tensing on Blue so much that you're pretty sure it winds him for a second. You feel pleasure rush through your body and out of your cunt, and it's only once you open your eyes that you realise what happened.

"Oh sh–shit... I'm sorry, Cecil..."

The man looks up at you in pure awe before shaking his head, pushing his dampened curls out of his face as he wipes your dripping arousal from his skin. "I had a girl actually piss on me once, so that was a much better surprise."

You aren't able to hold back a laugh this time, though it's definitely a shaky one... and you even hear Blue let out a quiet chuckle.

You're about to let yourself down, but the harsher man tightens his grip on your thighs, and that's when you realise he didn't cum. "Ah ah, where'd you think you're going, honey? You still owe me another orgasm, and I think I got a lot more friends that would wanna get in on this too, sweetheart."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho @summonthesoups @motleyfolk @steven-grants-world @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

#blue jones smut #blue jones #sucker punch smut #sucker punch #cecil dennis #cecil dennis smut #revenge for jolly #oscar isaac characters #kinktober

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ominoose · 8 months

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𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #suckerpunch #oscar isaac #sucker punch #omiwrites #this has been in my drafts for missions

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winniethewife · 3 months

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

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

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

Words:705

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

#blue jones #blue sucker punch #blue jones x reader #blue jones smut #Blue Jones smut #x reader #xreader smut #blue jones fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac x reader #gift fic #sucker punch #sucker punch fanfic #sucker punch fanfiction

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theveryfires · 10 months

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10 things i hate about you | eddie munson x reader

an: hi there lovelies! Apologies that i have taken such a long break from writing. I have recently finished university and with my dissertation and essays i ended up having no time to actually write anything worth while! for those that have stuck around, thank you for your patience and for those that are new, hi! This is essentially the full version of my earlier piece titles 'crush' that i posted months ago! i hope you enjoy and as always if there is anything i can do better please dont be shy to let me know!

“What’s got you all riled up this time, Munson?”

Gareth’s voice felt distant, drowned out by the sound that had been distracting Eddie since he stepped foot into the cafeteria. His eyes were fixed on the table a few feet away from his own domain. Populated by the slightly more socially acceptable nerds, they would probably be cool in college. All dressed in the same thick knit jumpers, deep blue denim flares, wild hair. He squinted, almost wincing as the sound seemed to grow to a crescendo. There you were, one hand clutching your stomach, close to tumbling out of your chair, the other hand covering your mouth and completely useless at muffling your laughter. it almost bubbled, tinkling and pouring, coating the rest of the usual lunchtime white noise in a thick syrup like blanket. The air had almost turned to honey, and nobody else seemed to notice. Tears were sliding down your face, glasses seconds away from falling off your nose. Eddie’s chest felt cramped, his face growing hotter when your eyes met his for a brief second.

“Not what, dear Gareth. But who.”

Eddie’s rivalry with you was well known throughout the Hellfire club. Although his reasonings were not as widely known, not even to Eddie. There was no definitive motive, no moment in time that started all this distaste. He simply didn’t like you. You had been aware of one another throughout your time at Hawkins middle and high school. Something about you had always given him a headache, made his palms itch, his overall being sweaty. All of this coming to a head when you accidentally walked in on a extremely important Hellfire meeting. You had cut your hair, it was shorter and your glasses had glowed in the low candlelight. He remembered distinctly the way you tripped over your words as you apologised, the glimmer in your eyes as you mentioned something about fire regulations. Your voice was teasing, pulling him out of his seat when he abruptly stood up. It had kept him awake at night, plaguing his dreams for weeks on end. Of course you occasionally caught his deathly glare, but it always softened slightly. The usual cold brown some how warming. You had just figured he was glaring at the jocks that sat a two table’s over. Of course you were unaware of your rivalry with the infamous dungeon master. Totally clueless.

“Is this about Temple of Doom again man? I don’t get why you don’t just bring it up with Keith.”

Eddie couldn’t quite believe that you worked at Family Video. For so long it had been a place of safety and comfort, until he had walked in to find you sorting through the horror section and chatting away to Robin. You were chewing on gum, from the looks of the lurid pink it was watermelon flavour, his favourite. He had never seen you with your hair tied back, little strands falling about your face and practically begging to be pushed back behind your ears. Robin and Steve had actually got a bit worried when they didn’t see him every afternoon like usual, quickly picking up on the fact he only came in when you weren’t working. Eddie had been going in virtually everyday asking after the new Indiana Jones movie. He was convinced you had somehow figured out he wanted it, and cooked up some plan to keep it from him. But Steve told him the actual truth, that you had booked it for three weeks specially for Dustin’s birthday. “Personally i couldnt watch a film that many times but…well you know Henderson.” Eddie had nodded absentmindedly, his eyes glazed over with a strange look. “How does she know Dustin?” His voice had sounded strained, piquing Steve’s interest as he raised an eyebrow. “She’s his babysitter, his actual official babysitter. Has been since I’ve known the kid.” Eddie had only known Dustin a month or so at that point, but it did something to his chest knowing that you cared that much. He continued to complain to Gareth about you, of course…to keep up appearances. But something was different.

“What? Oh no that…thats sorted now.”

That was another thing that he hated, you were always doing stupidly kind things for people for no apparent reason. A week or so after mentioning the whole Temple of Doom saga to Harrington, Eddie had been, as he described it, accosted in the student carpark. He had just pulled up, giving himself five minutes before dragging himself to English where you would surely be already waiting. On top of everything you shared quite a few classes with Eddie, meaning he didn’t really ever get a chance of not being around you. He always knew when you were coming, the telltale smell of coffee that had too much cinnamon and not enough sugar intermingling with your vanilla perfume seemed to surround you. Drifting down the halls, clinging to your locker, english books, pens. He knew this because you often let him borrow a pen and a spare book when he forgot them. But that morning he was surrounded before he had chance to prepare himself. A blush had attacked his face, tinging his ears that luckily were hidden under his mop of curls when you appeared suddenly in front of him. Eddie had watched you eye the cigarette in his hand, caught in the way you inhaled a little deeper, breathed out a little slower. He was left illiterate, only managing to just keep his cool whilst he raised a ever bored eyebrow in your general direction. He had smirked when you sighed, rolling your eyes and shoving the box towards him. “Steve mentioned you were ‘hankering’ for this. Technically i still have it for another four days but…i think if Dusty watches it one more time the tape will break. It’s all yours.” You hadn’t even waited for a thank you, already turning on your heel and walking away. Leaving Eddie with his mouth open, cig caught on his lip and smoke tumbling out of his mouth. He hated the way you left him feeling, all red in the face, heart racing, like an idiot.

“So, what’s the problem?”

Eddie was certain he hated you, was completely convinced of the fact that there was a high chance of you hating him too. But after the past few months, after being forced to actually spend more than the usual minimal amount of time with you, hate didn’t feel like the right word. You treated Dustin like a little brother, actually all the kids clearly looked up to you. You were always on time for picking him up, but never complained about staying a little later. Eddie found himself loving those sessions more than anything, sneaking glances at you as you watched wide eyed at the world of Hellfire. But he had hated you, all through school he had found every inch of you irritating. From the little crop tops you wore in summer to the grandpa jumpers that appeared in the winter. He had hated you for the way you made him feel. Setting him alight every time you were near, making his stomach twist and churn when you caught his eye, god help him if you ever spoke to him properly. And yet…and yet all that was changing. He hadn’t even realised it until Erica had made a pointed comment after catching Eddie drooling over you during one of the later Hellfire meetings. “Are you just gonna sit there all goo-goo eyed over Dustin’s babysitter or are we actually gonna play, I’m missing a key episode of MLP for this yknow?”

“It’s…complicated.”

A few days prior, Eddie had passed you on your walk home from work. He had been driving back from a gig at the hideout, his headlights illuminating the downpour as he slowly made his way back through Hawkins when he spotted you. You were drenched, hair sticking to you face, clothes practically moulded to your body, shoes sodden and squelching on the pavement. At first he had just drove past, only making it a few feet up the street before he reversed back down the road. Robin and Steve had taken the afternoon off to take Dustin to some science fair with Mike and Lucas. Leaving just you and Keith to lock up. Usually you were fine with that, but it left you with no ride home as on that particular day your own car was at the garage. A perfect storm, resulting in you having to brave the autumn downpour on the thirty minute walk home. “Are you crazy?!” Eddie’s voice had scared you, nearly making you slip as you turned to see him staring at you wide eyed from the safety of his van. Eddie watched you turned your face towards the sky, a soft smile taking over the weak frown on his face as you basked in the downpour. “Possibly!” You grinned as you yelled back, an awkward moment growing with you only getting wetter as Eddie struggled to find the words. “Are you offering me a ride or not Munson? Not that it isn’t lovely to chat but uh…” He barely nodded but it was enough for you to run round and jump into the passenger seat. Eddie had glanced at you, frozen and suddenly unaware as to what to even say never mind do. He worried he had forgotten how to drive under your stare. “Theres…theres a spare t-shirt in the back if you…want a dry one?” You had forgotten all about your wet clothes after getting into the warmth of Eddie’s van. The shock of realising just how see through your white crop top had gone making you laugh as you happily accepted a new shirt.

“How could it possibly be more complicated?”

The whole drive back to your house Eddie had felt..strained. He could feel your eyes on him, the gentle burning of them making the van feel uncomfortably warm. Every few seconds he let himself look at you, his breathe quickly being stolen as the sight of you wearing his shirt. A ‘Corroded Coffin’ shirt to be exact. He felt like his head was going to explode, and then you started talking and that only made everything worse. You were trying to fill the silence, not able to bare the awkward quiet. You were rambling, a habit you and Robin seemed to share. Going on about work, looking after Dustin, the latest project for English, whatever film you and your friends were going to see at the weekend. Eddie was drumming his fingers, scrunching his nose and dragging a hand through his hair as he forced himself to focus on the road. A frown on his face that he had perfected for when he was alone with you. “Sorry, am i annoying you Munson?” You had noticed more and more that not only was Eddie not listening but he purposefully was ignoring you. He had done this a few times in the past, but never so blatantly. Eddie was weird, but you had also seen the caring and lovable side of him over the weeks he had spent with Dustin. So why did you get the cold shoulder? For a second those hardened brown eyes melted to chocolate buttons, glancing over at you as if finally caught in the headlights. “You were rambling, and I’m…im trying to focus on the road so we don’t crash. I dont really want to die with you in the car, princess.”

“It’s just…theres…we uh…there uh…”

The lunch that had been sat in front of Eddie continued to grow cold. Gareths stare only hardening as he noticed a strange glazed look coat Munsons usual death cold glare. Eddie replayed the night in his head. The silence that followed his use of ‘princess’ , the painful wince that had flooded his system as he realised what he had said. The look on your face when he had finally worked up the courage to face you. Your face was hard to read, blank almost whilst trying to process what had just happened. Eddie Munson. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson had just referred to you as princess, whilst he was giving you a ride home, wearing his bands shirt and from the smell of it, it had been worn by Eddie a few times over. The rest of the journey was haunted by a heated silence that came to a grateful end when the van came to a stop outside your home. Eddie remembered you’re stutter, committed it to damn memory as if one day it would save his life. “Thanks for the ride Munson, I uh, well i guess i owe you one.” There was a cheeky tinge to your words, only made clear by the small smile you sent his way. “I’m keeping this shirt by the way…until next time sugar.” Eddie had watched you walk into your house, his hands gripping the wheel with the might of Thor. He could practically hear his heart in his chest, feel the blood rushing around his body. He couldnt sleep that night, or the night after. He couldnt even focus on DnD. All he could think about was that little smile, the way you fitted his shirt like it already belonged to you, how normal it felt to have you by his side.

“Theres been a disturbance in the force of something man.”

Gareth dropped the sandwich he had been happily enjoying whilst Eddie stared off into the distance. He knew all too well what that meant for Munson. The freak was in some dangerous waters. And if the stolen glances you had ben sneaking over at Eddie meant anything, so were you.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #dustin henderson #steve harrington #fluff #angst #robin buckley

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melodygatesauthor · 11 months

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Needy Little Thing

Club Blue Jones X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @thedarkcoven

Kinks - Neediness + Dirty Talk

Summary

You're feeling needy after spending time with several, not so satisfying, gentlemen in the club. You go to the only man who knows what you need.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, Blue Jones is his own tag, dirty talk, Blue is mean to reader, LIKE REALLY MEAN PEOPLE, (If that's not your thing, that's ok just don't read.), consensual verbal abuse, Reader is a sex worker, sex, smut, pwp, derogatory comments, heavy degradation, a little bit of blood kink, oral sex, cum eating.

Word Count: 1.1k

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Blue asked, standing up and walking over to you in the doorway of his office. He looked at his henchmen, “leave,” he ordered them.

They were obedient, as always, exiting quickly before Blue got too upset, which in your experience wasn’t a difficult task to accomplish. He was in a white button-down, bow tie and black slacks, stepping up to you with eyes that drank in every inch of your body. You weren’t exactly dressed modestly in your glittering lingerie that he ordered you and the other girls to wear. You gulped as he continued moving closer.

“Are you going to answer me, or am I going to have to remind you how to speak when I ask you questions sweetheart?”

Despite not being that much taller than you, he felt like a giant when he stood nearly toe to toe in front of you. You’d gone in there with the intention of asking him to pleasure you, but you’d nearly forgotten how intimidating he could be. Now you found yourself having a hard time finding the words to say.

“I…I need you,” you said softly, “really bad.”

“No baby, no you don’t, you see…” he took a deep breath and licked his lips in his obvious frustration, “I need you to make me money. If you’re in here on a Friday night instead of out there…then that means you’re useless to me right?”

“They don’t make me feel the way you do, Blue. Please,” you begged, reaching out and holding onto his shoulders, “I really need you.”

His aggravated look turned into a smug smirk within a second. You’d just told him that he was the only one with that kind of power over you. You knew he was a man who loved being in control. You stood there, not knowing if what you’d just done was going to get you punished, or if he would give you what you so desperately craved. Both of his hands reached to your hips. One slid into the waist of your panties, slipping a finger between your folds, while the other pulled you close to him.

“You’re costing me a lot of money being in here, you know that?” He asked in a gruff tone, sliding his finger over your already swollen and greedy clit. “You’re just a stupid little fucktoy, it doesn’t matter if you feel good, that’s not what you’re here for.”

“I know…I know I just–”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, flecks of spit hitting your face.

He got rough, pulling your panties down to your knees, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you toward the desk. You fell onto it, chest landing on the varnished wood with a thud. Within seconds you felt him behind you, dragging the wide tip of his cock between your pussy lips. You heard the intoxicating sound of Blue’s deep moan from behind you.

“What good is a fucktoy that doesn’t do what it’s supposed to, hm? Oh–shit.”

You let out a pleasured cry as he bottomed out inside your soaking wet heat. He kept one hand on your back, holding you down over the desk and the other held tightly to your hip while he fucked you at an unforgiving speed. His grunts and groans were rough and primal the harder he thrusted.

“I don’t even want this used up hole, they’re the ones paying for this fucking thing. You’ve gotta give them this needy little cunt.”

While he was talking about how worthless your pussy was, his moans gave away his true feelings. You’d never heard a man sound like that, and you’d heard a lot of men at the peak of their pleasure. None of them felt like this either, so big inside of you, hitting all the right spots. Blue knew all the right things to say in order to make you squirm.

“You better get this wet for them too–fuck’s sake. Better feel this tight when they–shit–when they fuck this little pussy.” He leaned forward and grabbed both of your arms, pulling back on them for leverage so he could get deeper. “All my other girls are good little fucktoys, they don’t need me, they can take care of themselves but you’re greedy aren’t you?” He huffed through each snap of his hips into yours, “answer me!”

“Y-yes Blue!”

“Say ‘I’m a stupid little fucktoy’,” he huffed between his words.

“I’m–oh Blue–I’m a s-stupid little f-fuckt-toy!” You yelled, feeling yourself getting closer to your climax.

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he growled, letting go of your arms and slamming your chest back on the desk.

That hurt.

You let out a cry, feeling the blood pooling where your teeth had cut into your cheek. Blue didn’t seem to care, in fact, he used it as an opportunity to degrade you further.

“Look at what you made me do, who’s going to want you now, all beaten and ugly. Who wants to fuck an ugly toy, huh?”

Despite the pain in your cheek, you felt the sensation pooling in your abdomen as your climax closed in. Your cunt squeezed over him in waves while you finally got what you came for. Your mind ceased all rational thought as he continued fucking you through your orgasm and your moans of ecstasy filled the room. No one else could do for you what he could…no one.

“There, you got what you wanted now? Fucking needy little thing…come here, it’s my turn.” He pulled you off the desk and forced you down to your knees in front of him. “Open that stupid mouth.”

You did as you were told, despite knowing the stinging pain that would come next. The feeling of his cock against the inside of your maimed cheek was agonizing, but he fucked your mouth anyway. He grabbed the back of your neck and slammed himself full to the hilt into your throat, keeping the same unrelenting pace he’d used on your cunt. Within seconds, he was shooting hot white ropes into you, grunting and groaning with every strong throb of his cock. When he was finished he pulled out of your throat, there was a trickle of cum and blood that fell out onto your chest and soaked into your lingerie. He looked down at you and smirked, huffing out a laugh and shaking his head slowly.

“What a pathetic, needy little thing you are.” He knelt down and squeezed your cheeks roughly, forcing a wince and a hiss from your lips, “if you ever waste my time and my money again, I’ll do with you what I do with all the other useless, broken toys, okay?”

You nodded as best you could, “y-yes, Blue.”

“Now get back to work.”

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pimosworld · 3 months

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Sorry I am going to send you like 500 asks <3

💌 with my boy Blue? (maybe some smut/fluff?)

Pairing- Blue Jones x reader

Summary- Blue likes to dress up his dolls

CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Dom Blue, Sub reader, pet names, owning, Male masturbation, Cum play, Cum eating, established relationship

WK-1.3k

A/N- I don’t know what (came) over me. Don’t look at me. Blue is a little ooc because he’s relatively nice in this and obsessive of course. I haven’t written for blue in so long and this was fun.

Dress you up

“Spin for me doll.” Blues sultry voice cuts over the low jazz music in the den playing on the record as you model another outfit for him. Your legs wobble a little in the heels that you aren’t used to wearing and the red lace top is a little scratchy on your skin. The black frilly bottoms just barely cover your ass

The only thing giving you a boost of confidence is the way he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you. He’s sat lazily in the leather chair, legs spread as he palms his growing bulge over his slacks.

“Mmmm…I don’t know about this one.” He says as he watches your face drop in embarrassment. “No honey it’s not you, you look amazing as always. It’s just.” He gestures up and down your body. “This doesn’t suit you.”

You didn’t exactly know what he was looking for when he had you parade around in the various outfits he’d got you for his valentines gift. You were never one to disappoint so it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide your anxiety building inside as you stripped down. Piece by piece, one after the other. As exciting as it was in the beginning, you just wanted him to give you that look. The one that said you’d done a good job for him.

“There’s one more in the bag sweetheart.” His smile widens as you obediently pull the straps down on your top. Undressing in front of his eyes like he instructed earlier. “I have a feeling that one is gonna be the winner.” You could tell this was all a game for him. It always was and he played you like a fiddle. It didn’t matter what he said or did, you would do whatever it took to make him happy. A part of you realized throughout your relationship how much you craved the innocence and the control he had over you. You’ve lost a small part of yourself to the notion that playing dumb for him makes you look weak to others. Right now you don’t really care because he’s weak for you.

You slowly step out of the high heels to steady your footing. You glance up at him for approval but all you see are the black of his eyes as he takes in your top less appearance. Your panties come off next as you hear the distinct sound of the clink in his belt. He tsks under his breath when you lean into the bag. “Turn around.” A slight lilt in his voice, not quite a warning but a reminder that you forgot one of the rules.

“Sorry.” Your voice comes out a little ashamed at your mishap.

“Nothing to be sorry for baby, we all make mistakes.”

Your back is to him as you lean forward pulling the royal blue teddy from the bag. The front splits into a v and ties around your neck like a collar. He lets you pause, mesmerized for a moment as you play with the silky fabric between your fingers. “It feels nice doesn’t it?” You nod in agreement even though he can’t see your face. “That’s how you feel to me sweetheart.”

Your body is flush with heat at the compliment. He was nice but never this vocal about it. Something about him tonight was different than you’ve ever seen him. Like he was intoxicated by you alone.

It takes you a moment to work out the straps and ties but you finally manage to get it on. You can hear behind you the life sounds of his hand working himself over his cock as he groans under his breath. You don’t even know if he can tell how hard he’s breathing or the leather creaking under the weight of his movements.

Your eye catches something else in the bag, blue matching the teddy and a sparkle in the light. You pull out a matching thing with his name on the back in diamond letters. It’s cold to the touch and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin at the prospect of how it will feel to bear his name. He wants to own you.

It’s surprisingly comfortable given the lack of material as you pull it up your thighs. You turn to face him a little flustered at the sight in front of you. The front of the fabric is already soaked as you try to tear your eyes away from the wet slap of his hand gripping himself, you can tell it’s too tight as he staves off his release. “Jesus Christ doll…you’re a sight.” His voice breaks a little at the end and he clears his throat to regain some composure but you both know he’s already too far gone.

“Crawl.” An instant command, a stitch of control still in his grasp. You take a moment too long to obey as his eyes twitch up in annoyance. You wince a little as you drop to your knees and you don’t miss the way his breath hisses in excitement at the look in your eyes. He swallows hard and fiddles with the buttons of his shirt with his free hand.

His hips lift off the chair as you approach on hand and knees like a cat in heat. You can tell when he’s close and you don’t know how he’s managed to hold off for this long. A trickle of sweat down your back to match the one trailing down his face. He bites down hard on his juicy lips trying to elicit some pain to keep his mind off the sight of you, a picture he’ll paint on the nights when he’s alone. You on your knees for him, with his name in so many ways adorning your body.

He stands abruptly when you’re finally between his thighs. He’s never let himself look a mess in front of anyone but you. The way his hair is out of place, his makeup running down his face and his pants around his ankles.

You want to reach out and touch him, his shirt splayed open revealing his soft belly. His boxers pulled down slightly exposing his thick thighs and his hard cock in your face makes your mouth water. On any other night he’d have you choking him down while you spluttered and coughed, spit and cum dripping down your face while he called you his ‘good girl’. Right now you know he wants something else and you wouldn’t dare disrespect his wishes.

He takes his strong hand, caressing the back of your head gentler than his body lets on and for that you’re grateful. He’s all incoherent babbles as he looks down upon you with a carnal gleam in his eyes. “I’m gonna paint you like a portrait honey.” He grits out between his teeth as he fists his cock in your face.

“You’ll ruin the outfit.” You say regrettably and you know he’s taking mercy on you tonight.

His hand comes to your throat as a warning, squeezing slightly. “I’ll ruin it because I bought it.” A glimpse of the real blue cuts in. It's Pavlovian the way you rub your thighs together at the dominant, cruel side of him.

He lets you go as you suck in a breath of air, just as he releases himself. He’s panting above you as his come paints your face and your chest. A desperate whine you’re not sure you’ve heard before leaves his lips as hot ropes of his spend drip into the silky fabric. His fingers smear it up your chest as he admires his work. Tapping your lips gently as he catches his breath. “Open.” You quickly oblige as you swirl your tongue around his fingers tasting the salty remnants in your mouth. His free hand undoes the bow in front holding it all together.

He gently cleans you off with the silk teddy leaving you in just the thong adorning his name.

“You’re perfect…and you’re all mine.”

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theslasherslut · 10 months

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Human Wally darling x married reader ( part 3)

A/n: It took so long to bring this out I had life issues and I was researching the right terms for the trial.

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Y/n woke up to the sound of Wally's alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, feeling a bit groggy. She looked over at Wally, who was still sleeping peacefully. She smiled, feeling a surge of love and admiration for him. He looked so handsome and peaceful, his blue hair tousled and his face relaxed. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek, whispering "Good morning, handsome."

Wally stirred and opened his eyes, smiling when he saw y/n. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, kissing her back. He whispered "Good morning, beautiful."

They cuddled for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. They knew that today was the day of the trial, the day that they would face Nick, y/n's abusive ex-husband. They knew that it would be hard, but they also knew that it was necessary. They had to stand up for themselves and for all the other victims of domestic violence. They had to make sure that Nick would pay for what he had done to y/n and never hurt anyone again.

They got out of bed and got ready for the day, feeling a mix of emotions. They felt scared, angry, hopeful, doubtful, tired. They wondered if the jury would believe y/n or Nick, if they would see through his lies or fall for his act. They wondered if they would get justice or injustice, if they would be free or trapped. They wondered if they would ever be able to move on from this nightmare or if it would haunt them forever.

They looked at each other, feeling a sense of comfort and love. They held each other's hand, giving each other a reassuring smile. They whispered "I love you" to each other.

They left the apartment and drove to the courthouse, feeling a sense of support and solidarity. They hoped that the jury would see the truth and do the right thing. They hoped that they would be able to start a new life together, without fear or pain. They hoped that they would be happy.

They arrived at the courthouse and walked into the courtroom, holding each other's hand. They looked around the courtroom, seeing familiar faces. They saw Sally, Frank, Barnaby and the other members of the book club, who had come to support them. They saw their lawyer, Mr. Jones, who had been very helpful and understanding throughout the process. They saw the judge, who looked stern but fair. And they saw Nick, who looked angry and defiant. He glared at them, making them shiver. He looked like he wanted to kill them.

They took their seats, waiting for the trial to begin.

The judge called the court to order and asked the prosecution to present their case.

Mr. Jones stood up and addressed the jury, explaining the charges against Nick and the evidence that supported them. He showed photos of y/n's injuries, medical reports, police reports and witness statements.

He explained how Nick had been abusing y/n for months, physically, emotionally and sexually. He explained how y/n had tried to escape from him, but he had always found her and threatened her.

He explained how one night, he had gone too far and beaten y/n so badly that she had to be hospitalized. He explained how the police had arrested him and how y/n had filed for a divorce along with a restraining order.

He explained how Nick had violated the restraining order several times, trying to contact y/n and intimidate her into dropping the charges. He explained how y/n had been living in fear of Nick ever since, but had also found the strength to move on with her life and find love again with Wally.

He then called y/n to the stand, asking her to tell her story in her own words. "Y/n, please state your name and occupation for the record," Mr. Jones said.

"Y/n L/n," y/n said nervously. "I'm a writer."

"And how do you know the defendant, Nick M/n?" Mr. Jones asked.

"He's my ex-husband," y/n said.

"And how long were you married to him?" Mr. Jones asked.

"About a year," y/n said.

"And during that year, did he ever abuse you in any way?" Mr. Jones asked. Y/n took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Can you please tell us what kind of abuse he inflicted on you?" Mr. Jones asked.

Y/n looked at the jury, hoping that they would believe her and sympathize with her. She then proceeded to recount her relationship with Nick and the abuse she had suffered at his hands. She told them everything, from the first time Nick had hit her to the last time he had raped her. She told them how he had controlled her life, isolated her from her friends and family, made her feel worthless and afraid. She told them how he had accused her of cheating on him with Wally, even though she had never met him before joining the book club. She told them how he had threatened to kill her if she ever left him or told anyone what he was doing to her. She told them how she had finally gathered enough courage to call the police and get away from him. She told them how she had met Wally and fallen in love with him, how he had helped her heal and start a new life with him.

As she spoke, she tried not to break down or lose her composure. She answered honestly and calmly, trying to make the jury understand what she had gone through.

She looked at Wally, feeling his love and support radiating from him.She looked at Nick, feeling nothing but hatred and disgust for him. She finished her testimony, Feeling drained but relieved. She hoped that it was enough to put Nick behind bars for a long time.

Mr. Jones thanked y/n for her bravery and honesty, then asked the judge if he could rest his case. The judge nodded, then asked the defense if they were ready to present their case.

Nick's lawyer stood up and said that they were. He then proceeded to try to discredit y/n's testimony and paint Nick as an innocent victim of false accusations.

He argued that y/n was lying about the abuse, that she was actually the one who was cheating on Nick with Wally, that she was trying to get revenge on Nick for divorcing him. He argued that y/n was mentally unstable, that she had fabricated the evidence, that she had bribed or coerced the witnesses.

He argued that Nick was a good man, a loving husband, a respected member of society. He argued that Nick deserved a fair trial, a chance to clear his name, a chance to rebuild his life.

He then called Nick to the stand, asking him to tell his side of the story.

"Nick, please state your name and occupation for the record," Nick's lawyer said.

"Nick M/n," Nick said confidently. "I'm a lawyer."

"And how do you know the plaintiff, y/n L/n?" Nick's lawyer asked.

"She's my ex-wife," Nick said.

"And why did you divorce her?" Nick's lawyer asked.

"Because she cheated on me with another man," Nick said.

"Who was that man?" Nick's lawyer asked.

"Wally Darling," Nick said, pointing at Wally. "The blue-haired freak over there."

"And how did you find out about their affair?" Nick's lawyer asked.

"I saw them together one night, when I came home from work. They were kissing and cuddling on the couch, like they owned the place. I was furious. I confronted them, and she admitted it. She said she had been seeing him for months, behind my back. She said she didn't love me anymore, that she loved him. She said she wanted me out of her life, that she wanted a divorce. She said she was sorry, but she didn't look sorry at all. He looked happy and smug, like he had won her and She looked at me like I was nothing, like I didn't matter."

Nick looked at the jury, hoping that they would believe him and pity him. He then proceeded to lie through his teeth, denying everything that y/n had said, accusing her of being a liar, a cheater, a manipulator.

He said that he had never abused y/n, that he had always loved her and treated her well. He said that y/n had been unfaithful to him with Wally, that she had made up the abuse to get sympathy and money from him.

He said that y/n had been the one who had attacked him, that he had acted in self-defense.

He said that y/n had been the one who had violated the restraining order, that she had tried to contact him and harass him. He said that y/n had been the one who had ruined his life, that she had taken everything from him.

As he spoke, he tried to sound convincing and sincere. He answered confidently and smoothly, trying to make the jury doubt what y/n had said.

He looked at Wally, feeling jealous and angry at him. He looked at y/n, feeling nothing but contempt and hatred for her. He finished his testimony, feeling confident and smug. He hoped that it was enough to get him off the hook.

He smirked at y/n, then asked the judge if he could rest his case. The judge nodded, then asked the jury to deliberate and reach a verdict. The jury left the courtroom, leaving y/n, Wally, Nick and their lawyers waiting.

Y/n pov:

I waited anxiously for the jury's decision, feeling a mix of emotions. I felt scared, angry, hopeful, doubtful, tired. I wondered if the jury would believe me or Nick, if they would see through his lies or fall for his act. I wondered if I would get justice or injustice, if I would be free or trapped. I wondered if I would ever be able to move on from this nightmare or if it would haunt me forever.

I looked at Wally, feeling a sense of comfort and love. He held my hand, giving me a reassuring smile. He whispered "I love you" to me.

I smiled back, feeling a surge of courage and love. I whispered back, "I love you too."

We hoped that the jury would see the truth and do the right thing. We hoped that we would be able to start a new life together, without fear or pain. We hoped that we would be happy.

We were not alone in our hope. Our friends and family were also waiting with us, offering their support and encouragement. They had come to the trial to stand by us, to show us that they cared and that they believed in us.

Sally Starlit, my best friend, was sitting next to me, holding my hand. She had been away on a business trip when the abuse had happened, and she had felt guilty and angry for not being there for me. She had been shocked and horrified when she had learned what Nick had done to me, and she had vowed to do everything in her power to help me. She had been there for me throughout the process, listening to me, comforting me, advising me. She had been there for me at the trial, cheering me on, defending me, supporting me. She was proud of me for my bravery and honesty, and she hoped that I would get the justice I deserved.

She looked at me with a smile and said, "You did amazing, y/n. I'm so proud of you."

I smiled back and said, "Thank you, Sally. You're the best friend I could ever ask for."

We hugged each other, feeling a sense of gratitude and friendship.

Frank Finklesworth, the owner of the bookstore where the book club met, was sitting behind us, along with Barnaby Bumblebee, the Local Comedian who was also a member of the book club. They had both been witnesses at the trial, testifying about how they had seen Nick abuse me and how they had helped me escape from him. They had also been friends of us, welcoming us into their book club and their lives. They had seen how Wally and I had fallen in love with each other, how we had helped each other heal and grow. They were happy for us, and they hoped that we would be able to live our lives in peace and happiness.

Frank leaned forward and said to us, "You guys are awesome. You've been through so much, but you never gave up. You're an inspiration to us all."

Barnaby nodded and said, "Yeah, what he said. You guys rock. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

We turned around and thanked them for their kind words and their friendship.

I looked back at Wally and he smiled at me, both feeling a sense of warmth and safety in each other's presence. We kissed each other passionately, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for our future together.

I left the courthouse, feeling a sense of liberation and joy. I had done it. I had won. Nick was going to prison for a long time, and I was finally free from him.

I was greeted by my friends and family, who hugged me and congratulated me. They thanked me for my courage and honesty, and said that they were proud of me. They said that they had a surprise for me, and that I should follow them.

I followed them to Frank's bookstore, where they had prepared a celebration party for me. They had decorated the place with balloons, streamers, and banners that said "Congratulations y/n!" and "Justice is served!" They had also prepared a cake, drinks, snacks, and gifts for me.

I was overwhelmed by their kindness and generosity. I thanked them for their support and love, and said that I couldn't have done it without them.

I then joined the party, feeling happy and grateful. I ate, drank, laughed, and danced with my friends and family. I felt a sense of belonging and happiness, knowing that I had a lot of people who cared about me and who were happy for me.

I also spent some time with Wally, feeling a sense of love and intimacy. He kissed me, hugged me, whispered sweet nothings to me. He told me how much he loved me, how proud he was of me, how happy he was with me. He gave me a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant, saying that it was a symbol of our love. He then took my hand and led me to the center of the room, where everyone was watching us. He got down on one knee, holding a small velvet box in his hand. He opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Y/n, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are my soulmate, my partner, my best friend. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me feel alive. You have been through so much, but you never gave up. You are brave, strong, beautiful, amazing. You are everything I ever dreamed of and more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to love you, to cherish you, to protect you. I want to be there for you in good times and bad, to support you and encourage you, to make you happy and fulfilled. I want to grow old with you, to share our dreams and memories, to create our own family. Y/n, will you marry me?"

I felt a surge of joy and excitement, as tears filled my eyes. I looked at him with love and gratitude, as I nodded and said,

"Yes, yes, yes!" He slid the ring on my finger, saying that it was a promise of our future together.

He then stood up and kissed me passionately, as everyone cheered and clapped. He lifted me up and spun me around, as we laughed and cried. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear,

"I love you so much, y/n. You've made me the happiest man in the world."

I whispered back,

"I love you too, Wally. You've made me the happiest woman in the world."

I felt a sense of peace and happiness, knowing that I had him and that we were happy together. I knew that we had a lot to look forward to, a lot to celebrate, a lot to enjoy. I knew that we were the perfect couple, and we couldn't be happier.

The End.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months

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Private Dances [1]

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

A/N: A MASSIVE HUGE THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL, AMAZING, STUNNING @lonelyisamyw-0love for not just being one of the kindest and best people ever, but also for tipping me on ko-fi! Here is a little gift for you 💚

(Also, I'm so sorry this became more than one part.)

Warnings: overuse of italics, sub!Blue, choking, biting, a little blood, hand job, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is getting his ass handed to him), swearing, badly proofread, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2680

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The best course of action was to stay out of his way, really. That had been your plan so far at least.

Avoid his attention like Perseus circumvented Medusa’s glare. Keep your head down. Don’t make a fuss. Stay relatively quiet and blend into the background as much as possible.

Being a back up dancer helped. All you had to do was make sure you kept in time with the other girls, make sure the spotlight was firmly pointed on the star. And far, far away from you.

It had all been working out quite well. That was, of course, until tonight.

Someone always brought Blue a nightcap (well, morningcap) in the early hours of Sunday. When the club had just closed for business.

And that someone was always one of the dancers. Crystal did it most often, or Peach. Sometimes Trixie, or Songbird, or Sweetie Pie. They were the stars. They were the ones Blue wanted to… provide him with a service.

So how it somehow fell upon you was madness.

Peach and Trixie were otherwise engaged. Songbird was ill. Madam Gorski couldn’t find where the hell Sweetie Pie had disappeared off to after close (something you now wished you had thought of). And Crystal… well, she wasn’t in Blue’s good books at the moment.

You were pretty sure that you had just had the unfortunate luck of being the first person Gorski had set eyes on.

You knocked on Blue’s office door, resisting the urge to use your shoe and actually going to the effort of balancing the tray in one hand. On the tray was a bottle of expensive whiskey and a glass with those fancy chilled stones in it instead of ice cubes. Though, why go to all this effort escaped you. You were almost certain that it was just for show, and besides Blue had a drinks cabinet in his office.

You crept in slowly when he called out for you to enter. Half-heartedly hoping that maybe you could sneak in, leave the tray and get the hell out of there before he’d even realised you’d stepped inside.

Blue sat at his desk, a small frown on his face as he scribbled in a ledger. Presumably checking the day's takings.

That little spark of hope grew a fraction as he continued to ignore you as you walked quietly to the side table by the sofa and set the tray down, just as you’d been instructed to. Maybe sometimes he just wanted a drink. Maybe because you weren’t one of the stars you’d get out of here scot-free.

You pause for half a second, nervously watching Blue as he keeps writing before you turn and take a step towards the door.

“Sit.”

Fuck.

You turn, swallowing down the anxiousness that threatens to close your throat.

He’s still writing, staring intently at his papers. But he gestures when you don’t move straight away, pointing to the sofa but not looking up. “There.”

You sit down quickly, perching on the edge as if the soft blue velvet would transform into teeth at any moment.

He keeps working, the clock in the corner ticking away the seconds. You try to breathe steadily, to match your racing heartbeat to the gentle tick, tick, tick. It doesn’t work.

Blue sighs, an unimpressed look on his face before he glances up, his dark eyes boring into you.

The expression disappears instantly. Replaced with a subtle bemusement. A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips and he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly.

You look away quickly. Choosing to stare ahead and focus on the ornate clock.

Blue carefully puts his pen down and closes the ledger, you can see his movements out of the corner of your eye. The precision he purposefully injects into his actions as he savours the tension.

“You’re new.” He says offhandedly, but it’s clear he expects a response.

You shake your head, “No, erm, a few months.” Closer to six than two, but who was counting.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he leans his elbows on the desk.

You nod.

“Huh,” he pauses for an unnecessary long time. “Strange, I would have thought I would have recognised you.”

“I’m, I’m just a back up dancer.” You shake your head, shrugging a little as you tuck your hands under your legs to hide their shaking.

“Now, now,” he tuts playfully, “back up dancers are important. It takes a lot of skill to work in a team like that.” He smiles, the expression viper like and poised to strike.

You nod and stay quiet.

Blue gets up slowly, just walking around to lean on his desk and crossing his arms. “Still… odd that Gorski didn’t recommend a pretty thing like you to me.”

You swallow. The back ups were solely handed by Madam Gorski, while she jointly oversaw the main dancers with Blue.

“I, erm, I don’t have the coordination.” You mutter. It’s a lie. And a bad one at that.

“Hmm.” Blue nods, seeming to consider your words for a moment. “You do any private dances?”

Private dances. What a fucking joke.

“Not… currently.” You say carefully. You try your best not to look directly at him, keep your gaze on the clock or the floor.

He lets your answer hang in the air for a moment. “Why?”

Fuck. “Madam Gorski said I’m not ready yet.” Not a complete lie. Not the whole truth either.

“Virgin?”

Your line of sight snaps up to him in surprise and you shake your head.

He smiles again at you. “You sure?”

You frown at the tease, despite how hard you’re trying to not provoke him. “Yeah.”

His expression widens into a grin. “Could’ve fooled me with how skittish you’re being.” He moves slowly, coming to sit down next to you. He leans against the sofa, placing his arm over the back. You can feel his body heat radiating off him, even though there is a sliver of space between you.

You swallow and say nothing, staring at the floor. Perhaps this would be so much easier if he wasn’t so upsettingly beautiful.

He tuts again playfully and lightly touches your jaw, sitting up as he turns you to face him. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?” He looks you over with a quiet examination, like he was evaluating a painting.

“I think I’ll call you Bunny,” he tests the nickname on his tongue and nods. “Yeah, that suits you, my little skittish Bunny.”

You frown, not liking the gleam in his eyes at all. But resist the urge to pull your face away from his hold.

He strokes your cheek absentmindedly, apparently not noticing your glare. “You know what you’re here for right?” He says softly, “what’s expected of you when you’re in my office?”

You nod. And he smiles.

“Sometimes it’s just a quick use of your mouth,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I’m feeling tired or… satisfied with how the day’s gone.”

He pauses, waiting to gauge your reaction. But you school your face into neutrality. Part of you expect his annoyance at this, but instead, that glow in his eyes brightens.

“Sometimes I bend them over my desk until they’re a screaming, crying mess.” He runs the tip of his tongue over his lip. “Crystal likes that best, you should hear the sounds she makes, how she begs.” Despite the teasing nature of his tone, the word ‘Crystal’ still comes out harshly, barely veiled anger simmering just below the surface.

You keep your face calm, force yourself to breathe slowly and steadily.

“What’s this?” Blue chuckles, “either my little Bunny is scared stiff, or she’s trying to be defiant?”

Nothing, you give him nothing.

He grins wickedly, almost giggling with glee. He shifts closer, his thigh brushing against yours. “Oh, defiance now is it? My little Bunny thinks she can be brave?” He teases, leaning closer still and lightly pinching at your jaw. “Silly thing,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your throat and you shiver.

“I’ll make you beg.” He bites your neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to pull a yelp from your tongue.

He chuckles and something in your soul just snaps.

You move instinctively, not even thinking your actions through as you turn. The movement looks like you are going for a kiss, but instead, you sink your teeth into his bottom lip.

He yelps in surprise, his eyes going wide for a second. He flinches back, but is cut short by your hand around his throat.

There’s a bead of red on his lip when you pull back, bubbling up from the very centre until his tongue darts out and Blue groans, savering the iron spreading along his tastebuds.

You squeeze his neck ever so slightly, just boarding on the side of discomfort and Blue moans again. His eyes roll back for just a second before he quickly closes them. His breathing stutters and he gasps, mouth agape as he presses closer to you.

You swallow, your self-preservation seemingly coming back to you in an instant.

That move had been stupid, so, so stupid. But here Blue was… seemingly enjoying it? Submitting to you?

All the stories and warnings you’d heard, none of them ever mentioned Blue being anything but a sadist, a control freak who needed to have power over others.

He whines again when you squeeze a little tighter. His hand has dropped from your face to your forearm, stroking your skin softly with his thumb.

His eyes flutter open, hazy and desperate as he looks at you from under his lashes.

You can’t help but think he looks better like this. Sweeter.

Perhaps it’s panic, or just the need to not give up that fragment of power you have found, but you lean forward again, keeping your grip on his neck tight and kiss him.

His whimper is musical as your lips touch his, as your tongue pilages his mouth and forces his surrender. He starts to kiss back a little forcefully, pushing his chest into yours and you squeeze his neck hard as you bite down on his lip once more.

He yelps, eyes flying open as you pull back, his blood on your mouth.

You keep your hold on him tight, nearly suffocating and he doesn’t fight back, doesn’t resist just gasps and mutters a hushed, “sorry.”

The sincerity of it is puzzling. But it still sends a flush of heat to your stomach.

He’s breathing hard, looking at you with large doe eyes. A dusting of pink to his cheeks. He tries to keep still, practically shaking as you look him over, appraising him like cattle bound for the slaughter.

His cock presses painfully hard against his trousers. Your eyes linger on it for a moment, how it twitches under your gaze, how Blue’s breathing increases and his heartbeat flutters under your fingers.

Oh, this is such a bad idea. But you can’t stop yourself.

With your free left hand, you undo the first three buttons of his shirt and pull his tie just enough that it’s hanging loose and out of your way. Then you push him back by his neck, forcing his shoulder blades against the sofa.

He moves easily, following your command and letting out a little grunt of air as you squeeze a fraction tighter. He closes his eyes again as you kiss the nape of his neck and shoulder, just below where your fingers press. Moans loudly when your kisses turn into bites.

“I, ah, please!” His throat bobbs under you, his hips buck upwards uncontrollably, trying to chase a friction that isn’t there.

You growl, moving your mouth close to his ear, “shut the fuck up,” you bite a little harshly on his earlobe and can’t help the satisfaction that rages in you when he whines so prettily.

“S-sorry,” he breathes, eyes closed tightly, tears starting to build in the corners as the sensations start to bubble over and overwhelm his every thought.

He squirms under you as you continue to bite and suck at his neck, breaking and bruising the skin. You squeeze his neck tighter in warning every time he moves just a little too much.

Slowly, you inch your left hand down, the angle is a little awkward, but you manage it, and pop open his trouser button before unzipping his fly.

He whimpers again as the pressure on his cock eases, the sound turning into a high-pitched sigh as you take him in hand and pull him free of his underwear.

“Please, fuck, please, please,” he rocks his hips up, needing the warmth of your hand, needing you to touch him so, so badly.

But you let go the second he bucks and Blue sobs.

You squeeze his neck hard again and he shudders. “You’re such a little bitch, you know that? Can’t even fucking control yourself and I’ve barely done anything.” You hiss into his ear.

He moans. He knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. Shouldn’t be rock hard and leaking and needing anything you’d give him. He should be taking. He should be in control. He should-

You squeeze the base of his cock and neck at the same time and all thoughts fly out of his head.

You let go of his dick and hold your hand up to his face. You slap him lightly when he keeps his eyes shut.

He whimpers in surprise.

“Spit.” You order.

For a second he stares at you in confusion, but panics the moment you frown and quickly spits into your palm.

“Again.”

He follows your command.

“Again.”

He swirls his tongue around his mouth, summoning as much salvia as he can in hopes of pleasing you.

You don’t praise him, but you don’t ask for more.

He whines as you take him roughly in your hand, pumping him hard and fast and not giving him a second to adjust to the sudden onslaught. His back arches, eyes fluttering closed for a second as he moans loudly, whimpering and biting at his bloody bottom lip.

Little breathless sighs of ‘please’, echo from his chest with every thrust.

You keep a firm hand on his neck as you work him over, hampering his movements and keeping him in place.

To your surprise, he doesn’t even try to fight your hold at all. Let’s you press him further into the back of the sofa as your hand glides over his velvet soft skin.

Heat starts to tighten in his stomach, twist in the base of his cock and he sobs out in pleasure. “Please, I, please kiss me,” he whines so desperately, so needily as if he would fall apart if you refused him.

You move forward, keeping up your pace and squeezing his neck tightly as you press your lips to his.

He whimpers into your mouth, tears leaking down his cheeks and smudging his makeup. He grabs hold of your cheek hastily, but softly, stroking your skin as if you were made of fragile china.

His hips buck as he chases his high, licking into your mouth and kissing you for all he’s worth.

He comes with a sharp cry, spilling himself over his shirt and your hand.

You pump him slowly, enjoying his little after shocks and spaced out expression before you stop and pull your lips away from his, move your hand from his neck.

Blue breaths deeply, his head foggy and mind swimming. His thoughts don’t quite make sense, don’t fall into order the way he’s used to. He can’t remember when he’s come so hard.

Nerves sneak back into your stomach, twisting your intestines. You swallow and wipe his cum from your fingers and hand onto his thigh before you stand quickly, breathing hard.

You leave the room quickly before he can string a coherent thought together and head back to your room.

You ignore the roaring heat in your stomach and the ache between your legs.

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

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

🔥 - explicit/mature content

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

Star Wars

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

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

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

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

Ex Machina

🔥In Plain Sight (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Assembly Required (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Skittish (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Again (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Triple Frontier

🔥Room's on Fire (Dark!TF Boys x F!Reader) - @romana-after-dark

I'll be the silence ringing through and through and through (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Personal Issue (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥The Worst (Tom "Redfly" Davis x Dark!Reader) - @toxicanonymity

The Dead Horse (Santiago Garcia x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Tag-Teaming (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader x Frankie Morales) - @fettuccin-e

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥The Sweetest Fruit in the Garden (Miguel O'Hara x Older!F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Through the Window (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Sucker Punch

🔥Good Boy Blue (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Just Be Good (Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Private Dances (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Inside Llewyn Davis

again (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

don't let go (llewyn davis x reader) - @runa-falls

keys (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces

Misc

🔥my ex's tapes (Ex!Basil Stit x F!Reader x FWB!Jake Lockley) - @runa-falls

🔥Sweet Like (Modern!Leto Atreides x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

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Thanks For the Wait

18+ ???

You work at a strip club 🤭 and it's just the classical "boys night" right? 😶

Pairing: Miguel O' Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: reader works at a strip club and has the usual asshole manager. (BLUE JONES IS THAT YOUU?!! *who knows*)

Word Count: 715

“The place is packed tonight ladies!!” Pixie announces as she strides into the changing rooms. Her heels clack loudly as she wraps a robe around her nude frame. Focusing on your reflection, you quickly perfect the last little bits of your make up as she stops next to you. She smiles while she fluffs out her luscious blonde curls, whipping it side to side as her breathing seems more pronounced than usual. You give her reflection an up and down look while you reglaze your plum-colored lips with lip gloss. “Somebody seems to be excited.” you conclude while you pop your lips a few times. Pixie breathlessly giggles as her face reddens lightly, nipping her bottom lip, she gives you a light hip bump. “You’ll see why. But just know I’ll be in his private room by the end of my shift. Hell, I might even offer.” she says lowly, not wanting the others to hear. Your eyes widen by her suggestion, jaw dropping “Pixie Van Gore offering a private lap dance?!” you say in surprise. She quickly covers your mouth as some of the women pass side glances and obvious piqued interests. Pixie looks around with high annoyance, threatening the women to stay in their fucking lanes.

As the nosiness quickly dies out, she looks back at you with competitive green eyes. “Just be sure to break a leg tonight.” she says, giving a squinty smile as she uncovers your mouth a little too roughly. She storms away as you continue to watch her reflection, till your smeared lips brought you back to the real task at hand. “Fucking bitch!” you exclaim as you lean closer to your reflection, assessing how fast you can recover the flaw. “MUTHA VONTRESS, YOU’RE UP!!” your manager announces. You panic, trying to wipe off the mistake but it’s only creating a longer streak. “MUTHA VON-!”

“FUCK ALRIGHT, I’M COMING!!” you yell, tossing any products in your hands down on the table. You storm towards the door as you hear Pixie’s giggle blend with the booming stereo systems. “Your make up.” your manager hints flatly before you even open the door to the club floor. Your manager didn’t play when it came to any mistakes, a highly controlling perfectionist. “I know, I was-.” you try to explain but he just snaps his fingers. He opens the club door for you, letting you walk through it while saying “You better put on a damn good show.”. You roll your eyes angrily as you walk to backstage.

“WHO’S STILL ALIVE?!!” the female DJ announces as you stand behind thick black curtains. You hear cheers and wooo’s as your heart begins to race, but you shake away your jitters. “GOOD BECAUSE THIS MUTHA HAS QUITE THE ALLURE!!”

The curtain slowly opens, bleeding light to your coveted display. You wore a long black cape that gave nothing to the imagination, a leather collar with a studded MUTHA being the only eye-catcher.

“BE CAREFUL TOUCHING HER, SHE’S STICKY!!”

You slowly strut down the catwalk, keeping your eyes locked to the pole a few inches away from you. You can feel the club reverberate slowly as your song begins, seeing as a few hands fling bills onto the reflective catwalk tiles.

“INTRODUCINGGGG!!”

You pick up speed as you rip open your cape, revealing a silver/shimmery web-netted body suit. You smile as you hear some gasps and “OH HELL YEAHS!!” from the audience. You curl your fingers onto the pole as you unclasp your cape from the collar.

“MUTHA!!”

You walk around the pole when the cape falls to your feet, teasing your barely covered body as you sway your hips. Clacking your silver heels to bring more noise to the pumping bass.

“VON!”

You jump onto the pole as you wrap your inner thighs around it. Preparing yourself to slowly let your upper half fall backwards. The signature upside down body hold.

“TRESS!!”

And as you do, you touch your chest, neck, and face seductively with closed eyes. You can hear the men just inches away from your face take a gasp in unison. So, when you open your eyes with a piercing need. “MIGUEL!!” you yell as your heart drops, followed by your body.

“(Y/N)!!” Peter (Cowboy Spiderman), Miguel, and Hobie say in unison

A little chitty chat time 😊: So this idea popped into my head once I played my sexually charged playlist. I have no idea how a strip club works (well I watched some stripper YouTubers a while back, so I rode on that info). But yeah. I thought the title was highly fitting for this concept. Let me know if you want more from this. We'll use it as a tester.

#spiderman 2099 #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you

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