I'm a hard pillow hard mattress man. I need reliability. I don't want something to change into a completely different shape when I touch it, that's lying and I don't like liars.
so last year during a period of intense suicidal depression i made this necklace that i always wear, right, and the thing is it's genuinely brought me a lot of comfort and relief and i've developed a strong sentimental attachment to it, to the point that i can inarguably state that it's had a net positive effect on my mental wellbeing. however i did now just have to stop to almost throw up laughing because i realised that i've succumbed to the amulet.
Imagine asylum Blue, roles reversed and hes the one in a straitjacket …
Whining the yelling the pitiful look he’s glaring at you even with tears running down his face and he’s begging
Beg
Blue Jones X f!Reader
SAY LESS MONA, I gotchu. I am just so inspired to write Blue rn I can't deal with it so here you go my love. I'm usually more of a submissive reader kind of gal but this hit nicely :)
Summary: You've been denying your jealousy of Blue and his obvious attraction to some of the other orderlies, but when he makes his move, you give in...just not quite the way he had in mind.
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Blue should be his own warning, dub-con, reader is an orderly, Blue is patient, power imbalance, bondage with straight jacket, mentions of past rape (not of reader), breeding kink if you squint, Blue cries like a bitch, he's also very whiny, teasing, ruined orgasm
Word Count: 2.3k
“How are you today Blue?” You asked, stepping into the patient’s room and closing the door behind yourself.
He sat up and looked at you with those intense, dark eyes. You started putting together his medications. Blue Jones always liked to talk to you while you worked. You always tried to ignore him though, because as repulsive as he seemed to be, you were drawn to him. It was something about the way he talked, and the way he looked at you, like he wanted to take you on every surface he could find.
“You know when I was in your position, I had full run of the show.” He muttered, voice cracking as it normally did when he talked about his prior job; the job he had before he ended up becoming a patient himself.
“I know, you’ve told me.” You reminded him, pouring some water and putting his medications in a little paper cup. “Open.” You said as you walked over to him.
He was restrained in a straight jacket after attempting to rape one of the new orderlies just a few days ago. When he’d done it, he said he was just trying to… “make it right again,” whatever that was supposed to mean. You assumed he just wanted to be in control again, like he was before.
He opened his mouth and you dropped some water in, followed by the pills. He swallowed and then showed you the underside of his tongue.
“Good, I’ll be back later to-”
“You’ve never been curious, huh?” He asked, licking his lips and smiling at you.
You gulped, “about what, Blue?”
“Taking something you shouldn’t…” He stepped closer to you, so close that his chest was nearly touching yours. He leaned forward and put his lips against your ear, “playing with something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“No.” You stepped back, sucking in a deep breath. “No.”
He shook his head, and you watched his face go from playful to a deep scowl in a matter of seconds.
“Come on, they leave me in here like this.” He clenched his teeth together, “all I need is a little fucking taste, just a little, they’re killing me in here.” His eyes were huge and watering as he begged.
That’s the moment that you should’ve turned and left, but you didn’t. Part of you had always been a little, though you were ashamed to admit it, jealous of the girls he went after. What made them so special? Why did he want them and not you? You didn’t think you were ugly, but he never tried to pull on you what he did to them. Was it because he knew you had power in the facility, or was it something else?
“I could lose my job.” You said, taking another step back, “besides, I’m not like you, I don’t take advantage of my patients.”
“No, no, no.” He stepped toward you again, eyes still glossy. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip again, “see that’s where you’ve got it all wrong. I wasn’t taking advantage of them, I was taking care of them, helping them. They were just as hurt as I am right now.”
He was close to you again, and this time you turned your head. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your cheek, then to your jaw. You heard him whimpering with his sobs.
“I just gave them what they needed, are you going to give me what I need?” There was a moment of silence, “come on, come on.”
He was standing so close that you felt the hard peak of his cock rub against your leg. Any normal orderly would’ve stepped back and pretended that none of that had happened, but you couldn’t deny the arousal pooling in your core. He wanted you so, so badly. It made you feel good to be wanted, to be needed.
Before you could seek clarity, you turned to his tearstained face and grabbed his head, slotting your lips against his. He was sobbing into your mouth while you kept going, letting him churn and grind his cock against your leg. You even stuck your knee out a little to make it easier for him.
“They didn’t understand, said I was fucking hurting people.” He muttered, putting his forehead against yours, “I just did what I had to do, I just did what needed to be done.”
“I…I know, come on, let’s go, before anyone sees us.” You pushed him back onto his bed and started removing your clothes quickly.
You’d never gotten undressed so fast. Blue’s eyes were big, brows drawn together and turned up. He licked his lips again while he scanned over your body. His bottom lip started to tremble. You looked down and saw his erection testing the seams of his pants still. You walked over to the bedside and ran a hand over the peaked cloth.
Blue bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He shook his head and pressed his lips together tightly.
“No, no come on, I need you to stop the fucking teasing and fuck me!” He yelled, to which you slapped him. He looked at you in shock. “Ok, ok is that how this is gonna go? Huh?!” He sat up, eyes intense and piercing through you.
If he had autonomy of his arms, you knew he would’ve tossed you around, probably fucked you right then and there without another thought, but you were in charge now, and he didn’t like that.
“You don't have the power here Blue.” Your own voice was shaking. “I do. Now lay down.”
“Well…” He gave you a smug smirk, “then you better do it right, stop fucking teasing me, I hate that.”
He lay back on the bed again, and you climbed over the top of him, letting his cock press the seam of his pants between your pussy lips. His mouth fell open and his body shuddered at the feeling.
“Oh, oh my…” He thrust upward, to which you slapped him again, “yeah…” he said through gritted teeth, “that all you got?! Come on!” Another harsh slap, and now your hand stung. “Haven’t felt the heat of a wet cunt in a long time, sweetheart. Can’t help myself.”
“You’ll get it when I give it to you.” You said, sliding your lips over his clothed shaft some more.
He let out a deranged chuckle, “you’re really gonna regret this if I ever get my fucking hands on you. You understand?”
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen then.”
You enjoyed watching him squirm underneath you. When his threats weren’t working, you noticed him starting to tug at the straight jacket, attempting to free himself. Some patients had managed to break out of them before, but you knew it was extremely difficult. He gave up while you kept teasing him, and then the sobs began again.
“I could do so much for you, you know? I-I can get you information! I can tell you w-who is hiding stuff all over the place. I can-”
You put your finger on his lips, shushing him into silence. He looked at you with the utmost scorn, but his eyes remained glossy and dripping with tears. You imagined it must’ve been hard for someone like him to deal with a loss of control like that.
You tugged the waist of his pants down, exposing his thick, erect cock to the cool air of the room. Precum had beaded on the tip and continued to leak down the length, landing among his pubic hair.
“Blue, it must be hard for you to lose all control like this, look how desperate you are.” You cooed, touching the sticky cum and swirling around the head.
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” He said through his cries.
“You’re gonna have to be nicer to me if you want what I can give you.” You straddled him again and leaned down, putting your lips to his ear, “you’re gonna have to ask nicely.”
You felt him struggling again with the jacket underneath you. His cock was brushing against your inner thigh. When he gave up this time, he whimpered. His cries were pathetic, drenched in need and a hunger that only you could satisfy.
“Tell me what you want, and ask nicely.” You said softly into his ear.
“No, no, if this was my place, my rules you’d be doing whatever I say. You have to do what I say!” He squirmed some more.
“Try again.”
You leaned back, grabbing his cock and sticking the length of it between your cunt lips. You slid along the shaft, feeling the delicious texture against your clit. You bit your lip before tossing your head back and moaning deeply. He churned his hips upward, desperate to bury himself inside of you. You heard him sniveling more, muttering to himself while you chased your orgasm over the length of his cock.
“You…you’re such a little fucking tease.” He spat.
“You can call me whatever you want.” You looked down at him, “I’m going to come whether I…oh shit…whether I fuck you or not…”
One more run of your pussy over his slick cock and you were coming on him. He lost it, going completely ballistic with the idea that you had used him without his being able to achieve the same release. He started struggling with the jacket, pulling on the arms like a mad man. The feeling of your orgasm had your brain going numb, until you came out of it and he was still fighting his restraints. You slapped him again. This time he looked right at you, face still glossy from the incessant wailing. You grabbed his cheeks tightly.
“All you have to do is ask nicely, Blue, that’s all, and I’ll give you what you want.” You looked back and forth between his big brown eyes. His lashes were sticking together through the wet tears.
“P-please.” He stuttered through more whimpers.
“Please what, Blue. I’m not sure what you need if you don’t tell me.” You leaned over and kissed his neck, running your lips over his skin lazily.
“Please fuck me!” He yelled in desperation.
“Good boy, Blue.” Your words were soft, and you wasted no more time lining the tip of his impossibly stiff cock up with your entrance.
You let him have the smallest bit of control now, mostly because you wanted to feel the power that came with Blue fucking you, and you let him thrust from underneath you. The first push into you had him whining, followed by more tears cascading over his stubbled cheeks.
“That feels so fucking good I…I can’t believe you tried to keep this from me.” He fucked faster, surprisingly so given his position and lack of mobility in his arms. “That other orderly, stupid fucking…” He threw his head back, panting and whimpering some more, you’d never seen anyone so desperate. “She wanted it, she wanted it but you took her from me.”
“Yeah…I did.” You looked down at his upset face, his brow furrowed.
“She needed me…shoulda seen the look on her face.”
You put your arms out and hovered over him, leaning your tits in his face while he kept thrusting harder, more rough in his movements. He felt so good, so fucking big you could hardly stand the way it felt to have him split you open. The way he filled you up, gliding over your walls, you couldn’t get enough. It was dangerous, letting him take your nipple between his teeth the way he did, but he was surprisingly gentle. He even swirled his tongue around the peak.
“Fuck…” You dropped down, pulling him in as close as you could, nearly suffocating him with your breast.
He let go of your tit and looked you in the eye, “I’m gonna fucking fill you up, gonna put a stupid baby in you, make you regret ever taking something from me.”
“Blue…” You groaned, “promise?”
He smirked, as though he liked the idea, “yeah, yeah I do.” His voice cracked.
He fucked harder, so much that you started drooling. Your orgasm caught you off guard, and you filled the room with your moans once again. You looked down at him, and you saw him roll his eyes back and felt his hips starting to slow. Quickly, you got off of him, letting his cock shoot upward into nothing, flying up and coating the jacket before the last few bits dribbled over the sides.
“You…” His face was darker than you’d ever seen it. His lips curled into a manic smirk, “you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
You quickly got yourself dressed again, pulling yourself together like nothing had ever happened.
“Just, consider that a reminder of who runs the show around here.” You walked over to him and pulled his pants up and kissed his cheek.
“That’s ok, this is fine, you just wait.” He was smiling still, which admittedly made you a little uncomfortable.
You should've noticed it when you kissed his cheek, the way the sleeves of his jacket were sitting empty. You almost made it to the door, almost made it free. Your hand was on the knob, ready to open it, when his hand showed up in your peripheral, keeping you from freedom, you were trapped, unable to pull the door open. With a deep breath, you spun around. Blue put his other hand up, caging you in.
Reblogging for FeBLUEary 17th! Blue Jones is the patient, Reader is the orderly!
You always tried to ignore him though, because as repulsive as he seemed to be, you were drawn to him. It was something about the way he talked, and the way he looked at you, like he wanted to take you on every surface he could find.
😆 Yeah, that's it! The horny look.
“You know when I was in your position, I had full run of the show.” He muttered, voice cracking as it normally did when he talked about his prior job; the job he had before he ended up becoming a patient himself.
Every time I reread this, I read that part in an old man's voice. If Blue wasn't so darkly interesting and hot, he would be really annoying to be around. "Back in my day-" ohhhh please just take your meds; I have other things to do.
“Come on, they leave me in here like this.” He clenched his teeth together, “all I need is a little fucking taste, just a little, they’re killing me in here.” His eyes were huge and watering as he begged.
Ah still such a good liar, Blue. He and Reader both know neither of you is stopping at just a little taste.
“Well…” He gave you a smug smirk, “then you better do it right, stop fucking teasing me, I hate that.”
😆 Tied up, can't move properly, still making demands. He just can't help it! Which is one of the things I really love about this fic; you keep going back to the idea of it being compulsive. Blue Jones is not a mentally stable, well-adjusted person!
“No, no, if this was my place, my rules you’d be doing whatever I say. You have to do what I say!” He squirmed some more.
Yeah, we tried that, Blue, and it didn't work out so great, not even for you. Again, he can't help himself!
“Just, consider that a reminder of who runs the show around here.” You walked over to him and pulled his pants up and kissed his cheek.
A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.
There's a restaurant here in town that's set up in a refurbished office building, but, like, they didn't revise the existing floor plan when they moved in, so when you go there to eat you have to ride an elevator up to an aggressively beige reception area that looks and smells like the Ghost of Dot-Coms Past, where after a while a waiter will come wandering down one of the grey-carpeted hallways and lead you to an unmarked office door, and inside that door is a fully furnished dining room. I've been there twice and I still have no idea where the kitchen is located. The food's actually not bad, but "unnerving" is one way to describe the dining experience!
someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue
The trust between fighter and civilian, the trigger discipline, the gentle touch from the reporter to indicate boundaries, the reciprocated tap on elbow from the fighter to show acknowledge and apologise while giving space. Vibes
Caleb: The only thing you should say is thank you,
Caleb: I don't need to hear this how did you get into my house, how did you bypass my security, I thought I checked for hidden cameras all over my house shit.
Silly HC that in some very stressful situation where Leo was super anxious and thinking about a million things, Hazel said "you are not thinking straight", Leo's instinct spoke louder and he accidentally said "Of course not, I'm bi".
Percy looks like he's going to say something else, just a lil bit confused, but stop.
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