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Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 18: Dacryphilia
Summary: Blue's been sent to an asylum himself for his crimes.
A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). Once again, what have I done?
Warnings: oh dead, blood, injuries (Blue gets cut by an orderly), Blue having a bit of a blood kink, Blue being a masochist, p in v sex, kissing, swearing, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 1209
Blue whines, tears streaming down his face. There’s blood in his mouth from his split bottom lip. He struggles on the bed, his wrists and ankles strapped down.
The orderly gives him a gruesome smile and then starts slicing into his side with a scalpel.
Blue screams, swears and growls. “You fucking-”
“Oh, come on,” the orderly tuts, “I’ve read ‘bout all those things you’ve done, all those things you did to those girls. You think this is any different?”
Blue shrieks his throat raw, thrashing.
“Shouldn’t have spat on me in line today, Jones.” He giggles.
“Let me the fuck out.”
“Language.” He tuts, “Don’t make me gag you.”
“I-”
The door to Blue’s room opens with a slam, and the orderly jumps, the scalpel drops to the floor.
He freezes when he sees you, arms crossed.
“Doc, I… I can explain.” He holds his hands up, visibly shaking.
“Sutton,” you clench your jaw. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
“I… I…”
“Torturing patients.” You shake your head as you step into the room, three orderlies follow you. Blue recognises them as part of your ‘personal guard’. “Take him to Dr Bateman.”
Sutton gasps, shaking his head rapidly. “No, please, no! I didn’t, you can’t-”
The other orderlies grab his arms.
“Oh, I can’t?” You ask, the sound of your voice is almost kind.
He swallows, tears in his eyes. “Please.”
You nod your head to the side and your orderlies drag him screaming from the room. Slowly you shut the door and turn back to Blue.
You take him in for a moment, the cut on his side, the tears in his eyes, how he’s rubbed his wrists raw trying to escape.
He sniffs and gives you a soft look. “Thanks, Doc. ‘Preciate it.”
He lays limp as you walk over and quietly untie his wrists and ankles.
“What did you do to Sutton?”
He pauses, anxiety twisting in his belly, “I spat on him in line up.”
You smile and Blue laughs once.
Lightly, you touch around the cut. It’s not deep thankfully. “I’ll take you to medical.”
Blue groans and takes a sharp gasp of breath. “Wait, Doc.” He grabs your wrist and presses your hand firmer, makes your fingers skate across the wound. He shivers.
You pause and then look at his dark eyes and the quickly hardening bulge in his asylum issued sweats. “This turn you on?” You ask with a quirk of an eyebrow.
He moans, louder this time as you press firmer against the cut, blood oozing over your fingers.
“A bit,” he bites his lip. “That and,” he swallows, “You coming in on a white horse to save me.”
“I’ll have to add this to your masochist notes.” You said deadpan, and press harder.
He swears under his breath, wriggling as his cock fills dizzyingly quickly. “I can see it in your face, you like it too.”
“I never said I wasn’t a sadist.” You smile.
“You like it, like seeing me crying and bleeding all over the place. Like seeing me weak.” He leans up, kissing you roughly. “Like it that I’m at your mercy.”
“Did you ever think that I like it when you’re excited?” You bite his bottom lip and he groans, his eyes rolling back.
“Please fuck me, however you want. Get your fingers wet with my blood and then shove them up my ass, I don’t fucking care.”
You grab his jaw, holding him in place as he wriggles and writhes excitedly.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll send you to Dr Bateman too.”
Blue moans. “Fuck, yes.” He shivers as you push him back down onto the bed and fully pull off his t-shirt. “Did he watch the last video?”
“He did.” You pull down his sweats.
“Did he like it?” Blue asks eagerly.
You smile. “Very much.”
“You think he’ll watch this one?” He keeps his eyes fixed on you eagerly as you climb on top of him, straddling his hips and pulling your skirt up around your waist.
“I’m sure of it.”
Blue whines, reaching out to squeeze your thighs and caress your bare pussy. “Fuck.” He glides his fingers through your folds, groaning louder at the wetness he finds. “Can you sit on my face?”
“After.”
He shivers and nods eagerly. “I’ll clean you up, I promise.”
“Good boy Blue,” you mutter and smile when he moans. You raise yourself up and take his hot, hard length in hand, lining yourself up before you sink down.
Blue screams out, digging his fingers into your inner thighs, his toes curling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
You grin at him as he whines, pressing hard against the cut once more as you grind and bounce.
Swears fall endlessly out of his mouth, so fast it doesn’t seem like he is drawing breath.
“Good?”
“So good Doc, so fucking good. This pussy’s gonna kill me.” He gasps, rocking with you.
“Tell me why this,” you dig your finger into his wound slightly and he moans sweetly, “is so good?”
“Just issss.” Blue bucks up unthinkingly, his body moving on autopilot.
You press deeper and he jolts, nearly coming on the spot. “Tell me.”
He whines desperately, fresh tears in his eyes.
You slow your hip, take your hand away from him.
“Nooo, no, no, no, no,” he grabs at your hand, trying to press it back to his side as he jerks his lips.
You give him a light smack around the face as he moans low.
“Again Doc, please.”
“If you’re not going to tell me why, then I’ve had enough of your speaking.” You say firmly.
He groans again, whining, and you shove your bloody fingers into his mouth.
His eyes widen, his tongue flicking against your skin as you push them further in. The sounds he lets out are sinful as he sucks, rolling and rocking as you move with him.
You press your thumb against his bloody lip and he sobs in pleasure as the split widens. He tenses, his eyes rolling back slightly and you know he’s close.
You pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop and lightly smack his face, hitting the opposite cheek.
“Doc, dooccc,” he whimpers. “Gonna come, I can’t,” he cries out when you lean forward and grab his chin, squeezing his jaw until he opens his mouth wide with a sob.
He holds his tongue out and you spit into his mouth. Blue swallows eagerly, your saliva mixing with the blood from his lip and the weight in his stomach snaps.
Pleasure paralysis him as he comes, pumping hot and thick deep inside you until he feels lightheaded from screaming.
He collapses completely onto the bed, going limp for a second as he breathes hard and sweat rolls down his skin.
You stroke his face, kissing his temple and murmuring soft words in his ear.
“Doc,” he takes hold of your arm, his voice groggy, “Come sit on my face, you haven’t had a good time yet.”
“Shh,” you soothe, patting his hair. “We can do that in a minute, I want you to relax first.”
“Doc-”
“Doctor’s orders.”
He smiles softly at your stern tone and presses his face further into your touch.
Thank you for reading!
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