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lovesickonmybed · 1 month

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teaching you a lesson in the worst kind of way | 18+

masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza

pairing | boss!ellie x reader

synopsis | you show up late for work once again and ellie decides another lecture just won’t do.

warnings | 18+ MDNI!! wedgies, degradation, humiliation, panty sniffing, cunt busting, borderline footjob kind of??, a little bit of pantyhose fetish, dom!ellie, sub!reader, unbalanced power dynamics, lots and lots of dirty talk, oral sex reader!receiving.

word count | 3354

a/n | i used this fic as an excuse to explore a new kink i’ve been into. it might be a little much for some people so if anything in the warnings sounds unappealing please keep scrolling. this was also partially inspired by an audio i found on soundgasm, which you can listen to here. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

You didn’t mean to make a habit out of being late but your shitbox car has made a habit out of deciding not to start on your busiest work days. You try to start it up again but once again it sputters pathetically and shows no signs of starting, you scream and grasp the steering wheel in frustration. “God fucking dammit! Ellie is gonna kill me…” You groan, swinging the door open and walk to your apartment lobby to call an Uber. You’re lucky enough to get one in under 5 minutes and spend the whole ride praying there won’t be much traffic, but unfortunately for you the universe is cruel and there’s an insane amount of traffic that makes you even more late than you already would be. You make a quick call to Ellie’s secretary to let her know you’ll be late and brace yourself for how much shit you’ll be in once you arrive.

The last time you were late you got a 30 minute lecture from Ellie, a write up, and fingernail indents in your thighs thanks to your anxious habits. Ellie wasn’t a mean or a bad boss, but once you pissed her off she made it clear that you’d have to go the extra mile to get back in her good graces. Bringing Ellie her Dutch Bros order a few times a week definitely helped you out, but after your car giving out for the 3rd time in 6th months, you’re not sure if electric berry lemonades could save your ass this time.

Your Uber pulls up outside your office building and you thank your driver for the ride and head inside quickly, looking down for a second to leave 5 stars and a good tip. You make your way to Ellie’s office as quickly as you can and thank the universe that she’s speaking with her secretary when you arrive.

Ellie is looking down at her secretary's computer screen, running her finger underneath the sentence she’s reading, mumbling the words aloud to herself. Ellie’s secretary nudges her to alert her to your presence. She looks up and narrows her eyes, leaning down to whisper something to her secretary. She nods her head in the direction of her office and you follow her inside, playing with the hair tie on your wrist to calm your nerves. Ellie holds the door open for you and you take a moment to admire her outfit, a pinstripe suit with the buttons on her blazer undone to show off her silky black button down that’s tucked into the pants. This is one of the rare days where she’s chosen to wear heels instead of her usual oxfords. You sit down in the comfy chair in front of her desk as she sits in her chair behind her desk.

“Late again, I really thought our last talk would’ve gotten through to you,” Ellie says, shaking her head with disappointment. You sigh, looking down at your lap with embarrassment. You take a second to try and choose the best way to respond, you’ve already pissed her off enough by being almost 30 minutes late, you really can’t afford to push your luck any further.

“I’m so sorry, I know I’ve been late already a few times this quarter. I’ve been having a lot of car trouble, I’ve been waiting on my tax return to get it fixed, I can’t really afford it at the moment…” You explain, feeling yourself get hot with embarrassment as you start to pick at your pantyhose cover thighs.

“We can discuss your car later, we’ll help you figure something out. But for now, I want to address your outfit. That skirt you’re wearing is too short, I’m gonna give you a warning for now but if you wear it again you’re getting another write up.”

“You’re joking right? My high school had a stricter dress code than we do and I wore this all the time. There’s no way it’s too short!” You’re pissed off now, it feels like Ellie is just trying to find something to punish you for at this point.

“Well this isn’t a high school and I don’t care if you wore it then, it’s inappropriate and I need you to not wear it again. You’re lucky I’m not sending you home to change,” Ellie says, narrowing her eyes.

“I wish it was high school, at least they’d give me something else to wear!” Your frustration from how the morning has gone so far is getting to you and you snap a little bit.

“You know what? Get up,” Ellie commands, getting up out of her chair and standing over you.

“What?” You’re incredibly confused by what Ellie has planned for you for your little outburst, if you’re getting written up for insubordination you don’t know why you have to stand.

“I said get. Up.” Oh, she’s not fucking with you.

You slowly rise to your feet in confusion, furrowing your brows and looking around the room. Ellie gets out from behind her desk and steps towards you, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around so that you’re facing away from her. “You know, if this was high school, I don’t think you’d like me very much. I’m sure you were a little loser, a little nerd maybe, back then. Probably got picked on and teased by girls like me, hm? Girls like me would punish girls like you for talking back with a good old fashioned wedgie.” Ellie grabs the waist of your skirt, pulling it back and reaching a hand inside your skirt. She slowly grabs the waistbands of your pantyhose and panties and yanks them up quickly, sending you stumbling forward onto your toes in an attempt to escape the searing pain she’s sent up your ass. She laughs as you reach back to try and tug them out of your hands, it just motivates her to pull harder. “Stop taking it like a little bitch, we both know you had your panties yanked every day of your miserable high school life.”

You cry out in pain as she bends you over her desk and pulls even harder. You grasp at the wood as you feel your feet lift off the ground as she pulls, it sends the fabric of your panties between your folds and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper. Oddly enough the sensation between your folds gets you wet and whiny. “Do you wish it was high school now? I could always throw in a swirly if this isn’t enough for you!”

“Let me go! This isn’t okay!” You yell, trying to force yourself up. Ellie slams you back down onto her desk with no problem and pulls even harder, your pantyhose ripping in the process. You haven’t felt this humiliated in years. Ellie pulls your skirt up for a better view of your wedgied ass.

“God these are practically disappearing inside you…” She mumbles to herself, fighting the urge to spread your cheeks for a better look at just how deep your wedgie really is. You manage to kick Ellie off of you and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you hit the desk and tumble to the ground. You back yourself up against the desk and catch your breath, Ellie lets you, watching you and smiling as she plans her next move. “Don’t move an inch,” she commands.

You look up at her with fearful eyes. Your black skirt is bunched up around your waist, your ripped pantyhose and pretty white panties are stuffed deep between your folds. Ellie admires the view she has of your legs spread open, she smiles and nudges your inner thigh with her foot, pointing it towards your cunt. “Do I work you so hard you don’t have time to shave? Shame that such a pretty pussy is all covered up with that hair. I wonder how that pussy wedgie would feel if you had shaved, do you think it would hurt worse?”

You gulp and nod, not sure if she really wants you to answer her. “Y-Yeah, it probably would…” You answer meekly. Your eyes follow Ellies foot as she trails it up your inner thigh. She tests the waters, pressing the sole of her shoe against your cunt. She looks down at you and carefully analyzes your expressions.

“When you go home tonight I want you to shave, I want you to really feel it when you get that pretty little cunt flossed. Got it?” Ellie’s tone is demanding, she’s not asking you to, she’s telling you to. “You wanna be a good little employee right? Wanna follow my orders? Then do it.” Who are you to disobey her?

“Yes ma’am.” Ellie smiles down at you as you agree to follow her orders. You feel her shoe press harder against your cunt and against all better judgment you lift your hips and press yourself into the sole of her shoe, wincing at the slight pain and eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling.

Ellies lets out a breathy laugh, “You like this? What are you, a little pain slut? God, who would’ve guessed my little glorified coffee runner gets off on getting her cunt wrecked.” Ellie draws her foot back like she’s about to kick you, leaning forward on one foot, placing her hand on her desk to stabilize herself. She looks down at you and tilts her head to the side, “Are you wet? Your panties are plugging you up, it’s hard to tell. Maybe I need to kick ‘em loose so I can see for myself, hm?” Ellie draws her leg back further, getting herself ready. She smirks down at you before delivering a light kick to your stuffed cunt. You gasp loudly, falling forward, throwing your arm forward to stop yourself from falling on your face. Your eyes well up with tears and you let out a guttural moan, this is a pain you’ve never felt before. It has you clawing at the carpet and leaking hot tears. But, your eyes aren’t the only thing leaking. Somehow, someway, the pain from the kick has quickly melted into pleasure. You can feel your clit twitch as you lay propped up on the floor, squeaking softly, your hips jumping up off the floor.

Ellie looks at you with a shit eating grin, reveling in your pathetic display. “Lay back against the desk and let me see if they got any looser,” she commands. She knows it’s impossible for her to kick them loose, she just wants a good view of your pathetic puffy cunt. You prop yourself back up against the desk and spread your legs for her, she gets down on her knees and crawls forward to you. She lays herself down on the floor and grabs your thighs, spreading them further apart. She shoves her face between your thighs, carefully inspecting your cunt. You can feel her breath on your thighs and against your clothed cunt, it makes you whine like a little bitch.

“Pretty pussy getting plugged up just like it should…” She mumbles, running her finger along your stuffed slit. You throw your head back against the wood and whine, your hips bucking slightly at the feeling. Ellie smirks, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. “Poor baby, probably haven’t been touched in so long…bet whatever pathetic toy you’ve got in your bedside drawer gets a lot of use, hm?” She grabs the fabric of your panties, slowly pulling it out of you as you whine in pain. You didn’t think it would be possible for it to hurt worse taking your wedgie out than it did actually getting wedgied but somehow it does.

Ellie leans forward and nudges her nose against your clothed clit causing you to yelp and dig your nails into the soft meat of your thigh. “So sensitive, I’m shocked you didn’t cum from just your wedgie alone…” She stands up and motions for you to do the same, you feel a bit weak as you do, using the desk to support yourself as you stand. You lean back against the desk, your skirt still bunched up over your waist, the stiff fabric staying in place. Ellie admires the view she has of your soaked and stretched out panties, the way she looks at you makes you melt. You know you shouldn’t be so wet after what she just did but something deep down in you wants her to do it again.

“Can I…can I taste you? I know you probably taste so fucking good…please let me make you feel good,” Ellie pleads, walking closer to you before dropping to her knees in front of you. She removes her blazer quickly, tossing the pinstriped fabric behind her. You hop up on the desk, spreading your legs, as you watch her push the sleeves up on her button down shirt. “Tell me I can taste you honey, need to hear you say it…”

You look down at her, biting your lip softly. You enjoy watching her plead like that, for once you’re in control. “You can taste me, baby. Gotta make me cum, gotta make it up to my poor little cunt after what you did to her. Make it good.”

Ellie smirks up at you, looking as smug as ever with a shit eating grin. She hooks her arms under your thighs and pulls you closer to her, “I’ll make it the best you’ve ever had.” She grabs hold on your waistband and begins to pull down your underwear, stuffing them into the pocket of her pants as she removes the fabric from your body. She leans forward and you lift your legs over her arms, resting them on her shoulders. Her face is barely an inch from your cunt and you throw your head back to look at the ceiling to try and get yourself to relax. You bite your lip to hold back a whine as you feel Ellie breathing against your naked cunt, you can practically feel the smirk radiating off of her, she knows the effect she has on you and she’s proud of it. You gasp as you feel her begin to kiss your inner thighs, she moves closer and closer to your cunt before she takes your redden clit into her mouth and sucks. Your hand shoots down to her head and you grip her hair at the root as your eyes widen, you haven’t had anyone eat you out for a very long time.

She smiles and slowly pulls away from your cunt, your legs still resting over her shoulders. “You react like a fucking virgin, y’know that? I’m shocked you didn’t cum just from that,” she chuckles cockily. You roll your eyes at her and tug at her auburn locks, causing her to wince in pain. “You little bitch, I can bust that cunt of yours again y’know?” You let go of her hair and lean back on your palms. Ellie leans forward and continues, licking a stripe up your slit and using her tongue to play with your clit. This time you don’t allow yourself to hold back, you moan in pleasure. Ellie smiles and continues on, repeating the motion as you squirm beneath her, licking at your clit every now and then.

“Ellie how the fuck did you get so good at this?” You whine, your eyebrows furrowing as you start to softly grind against her face, using her hair as an anchor. You ease up on her hair so she can pull away to answer, “I was really popular in college,” she jokes, before immediately diving right back in.

Your hips buck up in pleasure as she goes back to sucking your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You grip her hair even tighter and grind your cunt against her face, borderline riding it at this point. She lets you use her as she uses her tongue to massage your clit while she sucks on it. She widens her mouth to suck your cunt as well and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. Your hips leave the table and you pull her hair with all your might as you spasm underneath her, moaning out her name, your legs tightening around her head involuntarily as you practically fold in on yourself. She lets you come down from your high, drinking you up enthusiastically, letting you make a mess all over her face. When you manage to come down you let your legs fall open and Ellie finally is able to get some air. You lay back and admire her flushed face, the lower half of it is covered in your slick and it’s a sight you’d pay to see again.

You let your legs dangle off the desk, feeling like they’re made of jelly as both you and Ellie recover. Your cheeks heat up as you watch Ellie wipe the slick from her face with your underwear, giving them a sniff before she tucks them back in her pocket. She gets up from the ground and walks around her desk, sitting down in her chair and cradling your head. “You’re so fuckin pretty, you were so good for me,” she says, smiling down at you, stroking your cheek lovingly.

“Where did you learn to eat pussy like that, I’m so serious?” You ask, giggling to yourself when her cheeks turn red and she looks up at the ceiling.

“I told you! I was very popular in college!” She laughs and brushes some of your hair out of your face. You can see a bit of slick still on her chin and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“How am I supposed to work after that? My legs feel like jelly, my cunt is pretty sore, and you stole my panties and destroyed them.”

Ellie chuckles, “I guess I could give you the day off…or maybe just assign you to work with me all day while I help you figure out what to do about your car situation.”

You groan, you had completely forgotten about your car, “Shit. I doubt there’s anything I can do, I swear she’s done for this time!” You had a lot of memories in your car, a lot of them involved screaming to I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy before going into work.

“I’ll help you figure it out, pretty girl. It’s the least I could do after dress coding you over some bullshit and wrecking your cunt,” Ellie says.

“Oh so you admit the dress coding was bullshit!” You exclaim, sitting up and hopping off the desk, pulling your skirt back down and smoothing it out. You sit down in the chair you had sat in earlier when she had called you in and look at Ellie with your arms crossed in annoyance.

Ellie rolls her eyes and huffs, “Of course it was bullshit, but hey I needed a reason to keep you in here longer. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you, it’s been so hard to try and be professional with you around.” You take a minute to wrap your head around what Ellie just said.

“You what?” You’re shocked she’d admit to it.

“I’m not sure why, but after we had that work event at the arcade with the karaoke room I’ve been thinking about you. Maybe it was seeing you in casual clothes or seeing you sing your heart out to Sugar, We’re Goin Down but something about you that night just awakened something in me. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, it was driving me crazy,” Ellie confesses. You sit across from her and your jaw is practically on the floor.

“So you really like me? You didn’t just want to fuck me, right?” You ask once you’ve regained the ability to speak.

“Yeah, I really fucking like you,” she smirks.

“HR is gonna have a field day with us…”

#ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #bully!ellie williams #wedgie kink

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do Part 20

Chapter 15 when on Ao3, Masterpost WC: 3354 CW: Canon Typical Violence, Blood, Injury, arguing

There was so much blood already. Danny peeled off Jason’s— Red Hood’s— jacket looking for the wound.

If he had been quicker—

No, he couldn’t think that way.

He found the stab wound under Jason’s left arm, shoved right in a point where the armor was less reinforced. Danny pressed the palm of his hand tight to it and took a shuddering breath.

The pull had been so quiet. It had taken a moment to notice what had woken him from sleep and then another to realize what it was— that it was Jason’s core flickering to life and calling out. Not calling out, screaming.

Danny had transformed as he lept out of bed. Before he flew off, the case of ectoshot was hastily grabbed from the back corner of his closet. But Jason hadn’t been at his place. Danny had been forced to fly through the streets and alleyways to find him.

He hadn’t know what to expect as he stepped through the wall of the apartment.

His boyfriend bleeding out on the floor, dressed as Red Hood, wasn’t it.

Danny curled forward, resting his forehead against Jason’s. He was just so glad he got the ectoshot in him— that Nightwing, that Dick who was Nightwing, wasn’t able to stop him.

Even if Dick hated him now.

His fingers still twitched with the feeling of electricity running through him from the blow.

“Do you know how to do stitches?” Dick snapped as he came back with an armful of supplies.

“Yes.” On himself. He didn’t think Dick would want to hear that though (or anything Danny had to say).

Dick tossed the suture kit at Danny and got to work setting up an IV in Jason’s other arm. Silently, Danny cut away enough of Jason’s shirt to start cleaning the wound, keeping pressure on the spot itself as he first cleaned the area around.

“…how bad?” Dick asked, glancing over once he got something hooked up to the IV. Danny thought it might be saline, but he wasn’t sure. They never had that sort of stuff for him.

“It’s… deep, but the bleeding slowed with the pressure,” Danny said, mostly keeping his head down. It was different stitching someone else up. (How did Jazz do this? He owed her such a gift basket.)

Dick nodded and hooked Jason up to some sort of machine.

Danny focused on making all of his stitches neat. He didn’t want Jason to scar too badly. Fuck, he was stitching up his boyfriend. He hoped that Dick would let him stay until Jason woke up at least.

His hand shook. He had to take a moment to breathe to get them steady again.

He had almost lost Jason. Would he have even known? What cover story would Dick had given him, if he even thought to reach out? His boyfriend had been out there, fighting crime, with a developing core and had almost died for it. And this time there would have been no Clockwork to turn back time and let Danny save them. Not unless losing Jason was enough to—

No, nope, not thinking about Dan.

Danny was going to keep that dark spot inside him locked tight away.

It was all fine. Jason was alive. His fledgling core buzzed just on the edges of Danny’s senses. It hadn’t been snuffed out.

Danny tied off the stitches neatly and cut the thread.

Dick tucked Jason’s arm onto the couch as he settled him, careful not to jar the IV or the blood pressure monitor. Jason’s numbers were good. Jason’s numbers were better than they should be. That was… Dick was going to be grateful about that.

“Danny,” the other said suddenly.

“What? No, it’s—”

“No, my name, it’s Danny,” the Guy— Fish— Danny rasped from where he was slumped back against the wall. The guy, Danny, looked wrecked. There was a fevered panic to his eyes that Dick was sure he matched. A smear of blood was bright on his tanned cheek and his clothing (were those… pajamas?) were stained with it. “I figure… I figure you should get to know that, considering…”

“I guess… good to officially meet you or something. I’d shake your hand, but,” Dick looked down at his hands covered in his brother’s blood— just like Danny’s were.

“He’ll be alright.”

“You can’t know that,” Dick snapped. Things could always take a turn.

“I can. It’s why I needed to get him to drink that stuff.”

Anger flared in Dick’s gut at the reminder of Danny forcing Lazarus water down Jason’s throat. “Right. About that—”

“You can still punch me if you want to, I said you could,” Danny interrupted. “Just… not with the sticks again, please? I’ve— me and electricity have a bad history.”

He died.

Electrocution.

His heart stopped.

Dick felt sick. If— if Danny wasn’t a LOA plant, if he had told Jason the truth about his past, then Danny had been killed by electricity as a teen.

And Dick had hit him with his escrima while it was electrified.

Dick watched Danny’s fingers on his left arm twitch.

Forget him punching Danny, Jason was going to punch him.

“…go clean up first. You’re staying here? I mean, so you have extra clothing?” he asked, looking at the apparent pajamas (boxers and an old t-shirt) again.

“What?” Danny’s brows furrowed. “No?”

Okay then, another point to blind panic. “You… ran here in your boxers?”

“I, no? It’s… kinda? I didn’t run, but…” Danny trailed off.

Nothing was making sense.

One thing at a time.

“Go shower. There’s a draw labeled RR, the clothes in there should fit.”

With the wobble Danny gave as he stood, Dick was a little worried about him staying on his feet. Shock might be an issue. Dick should think about making tea.

Danny was watching him warily. “You’ll… you’ll let me stay then? At least until he wakes up?”

Dick got that sick feeling again.

“Yep. But go clean.”

Dick could take care of some of the blood on the floor while Danny did that. At least get it where they wouldn’t slip in it. He kept an ear on the sounds of the shower. It was seeming like Danny really cared about Jason, that the adoration he had seen in Danny’s eyes the other day wasn’t a lie, but the guy still had Lazarus water.

He couldn’t trust him completely.

The floors were clean enough by the time that Danny padded out of the bedroom in Tim’s sweats and a hoodie that that could only be Jason’s. He was completely drowning in it. Danny noticed Dick staring and picked nervously at the oversized piece.

“I just…”

“No. I get it. I’ll prob do the same,” Dick admitted, softly. “Can you put water on for tea?”

Danny nodded and padded around him with a wide berth. Dick’s stomach roiled again as he moved to the bedroom. Almost all the blood came off with his uniform, so he just quickly changed, washed his face (no point in the domino at this point) and hurried back out.

Danny was still in the tiny kitchen.

Dick took the time to strip Jason of the rest of his clothing but boxers. He had just covered him with a blanket when the kettle whistled. It must have startled Danny because there was a banging and then cursing.

The cursing had kept up as quite muttering that trailed off into a loud sigh just before Danny came out with two mugs of tea.

Dick took his gratefully and tucked himself onto the edge of the couch by Jason’s propped up feet. Danny settled for the armchair. Dick pushed his teabag around with the spoon, grounding himself in the warm metal handle. He wouldn’t drink it— it could be poisoned— but the warmth helped.

“I want answers.”

“I figured.” Danny was cradling his own mug, face twisted in a little frown. “There’s a lot I won’t give you until Jason is awake to agree. They’re his secrets too.”

“If he agrees?”

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. “Then I’ll tell. I mean, you’re Nightwing and apparently I’m dating Red Hood. I figure you can keep secrets if you need to.”

Oh. “You didn’t know before tonight.”

“Nope. And what a way to find out,” Danny said with a hysterical sounding laugh that he clamped down fast with a hand over his mouth. Dick could see him take a few purposeful breaths through his nose. “Sorry.”

Dick gave a helpless little shrug. What did someone say to any of this? “It’s a lot. I get it.”

“Not really.” Danny gave him a mirthless smile back when Dick shot him an incredulous look. “I thought I would be done with the whole hero bullshit when I moved to Gotham.”

Oh.

“Retired small town hero at your service. I guess hero was dubious title depending on who you asked. Even in the end some of them preferred menace. I wasn’t… expecting to get caught back up in any of it. That wasn’t the plan.”

Dick glanced from Danny, who was practically hunched around himself now (and looking so tiny in Jason’s hoodie), and over to Jason.

“He knows,” Danny confirmed. “Not any details, just the basics, but he knows. And I… I didn’t know. Not about any of this.”

Fucking hell Jason… “He wouldn’t have told you because of us. Learn about one of us…”

“…and it gets to be pretty clear who everyone is?” Danny said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Who would have thought, Bruce Wayne is Batman, not his sugar daddy.”

Despite the tense air, Dick couldn’t help the snort of laughter. “That’s always one of our favorite ones. I guess this is you saying you’re not with the League of Assassins then?”

“The who?”

“The ones who have the Lazarus water.”

“Fuck no, can you imagine me as an assassin? Like, ignoring the whole killing part, I am… not subtle enough.” Danny finally took a drink of his tea. “And it’s not Lazarus water. They’re connected maybe, I think, but not the same thing at all. The Lazarus water is why my stuff can help Jason though. Which that is some of what I’m only explaining once Jason is awake.”

“Why do you have it?”

Danny shrugged, the movement too stiff to be carefree as Danny might be hoping. The question clearly bothered him. “Because it helps me too. Because I died too. Because I was revived too. Mine just happened pretty instantaneously. I haven’t… pried into the details, but I get the feeling Jason’s wasn’t.”

A shuddering breath ran through Dick and he tamped it down quickly, clearing his throat. “No. No it wasn’t. But same goes for me here, that’s not my story to tell for Jason.”

Danny gave an understanding little nod.

Jason’s everything hurt. Fuck why did his everything hurt?

“Hey, don’t try to move.”

“Dickie?” Jason rasped.

Right. Burning sensation, stabbed, called Dick.

“Yep, I’m here Jaybird. I got here in time. And… and so did Danny.”

“What?” Jason jolted up and then immediately regretted it as pain flared through his side.

Danny really was there, sitting in the ratty armchair, legs pulled up this chest, arms wrapped around them, and mug in hand. He looked so small— small and miserable.

“He was here to pour Lazarus water down your throat.”

Jason groaned and let his head fall back against the couch. “It’s not Lazarus water.”

“How do you know that?” Dick snapped.

Damn, Dick was upset. He was hard to deal with when he was upset. Dick was a real act first, smile after sorta guy.

“Because I’ve drank it before and it doesn’t rile up the Pits, Dickie. Does the opposite.”

“…what do you mean?”

“Means it calls them down. Not… it’s not a cure or anything, we don’t know if they’ll go away completely, but they’re less with the ectoshots.”

“And you know that for sure? You’ve done tests? Rounded up a bunch of Pit mad mice and ran tests?”

Jason only didn’t roll his eyes because of how badly his head hurt. “Yeah, sure, that’s exact what I did. What the fuck Dickie, no, I didn’t—”

“So you just took this shit on his,” Dick spit the work venomously, gesturing at Danny; Danny who flinched back, “word on this?”

“Back off, Dick, you don’t get it!”

“No, you don’t get it! You took this ectoshot without running any tests! Jason—”

“Yes, I did!” Jason shouted over Dick’s lecture. “I was tired, Dick. I was tired of being angry. I was tired of being scared of being angry— of what I would do! I was tired of hurting the people I love! I was tired… I was tired of you all flinching away from me when I spoke too loud or moved too quick.”

Jason slumped back down onto the couch, rubbing wearily at his face with his good arm. “I was tired. And you know if I had taken it to Bruce he would’ve wanted to run tests and trials and I wouldn’t have gotten to use it for months or even years and I didn’t— I don’t know if I had years, Dick, not with what’s left of my sanity intact. Not with… not with my family intact.”

“Jay—”

“And it would have made Danny have to expose himself to the Bats. That wasn’t fair, Dick. I couldn’t—”

Dick just sunk down next to the couch and wrapped his brother up in a hug. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me. I was just scared too. I can’t lose you again. And never, never did I not touch you because I was afraid. I held back because I didn’t know if the touch was welcome. I didn’t want to hurt you and… and in doing that I hurt you.”

Jason dug his fingers into the hoodie Dick was wearing. His hoodie. “You’re a fucking clothing thief.”

“Danny started it,” Dick mumbled into Jason’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I think I deserve some comfort. I barged into my boyfriend bleeding out on the floor because, oh, he’s Red Hood,” Danny drawled. “And yeah, we’re talking about that later and how stupid of you it was to go out and fight crime while taking the shots!”

Jason winced. “I’m s—”

“No,” Danny said, cutting him off. “Not now. We are talking about it later. Right now I am pissed off and I hurt—”

“What? Why are you hurt?”

“That’s…” Danny started before he cut himself off with a frown and looked away.

Dick stiffened in Jason’s arms.

That wasn’t a good sign. “Dick… what did you do?”

“I came in and he was trying to poor Lazarus water down your throat!”

“It’s not Lazarus water.” Jason and Danny coursed at the same time.

“But I thought it was! And that he was trying to hurt you!”

“What did you do?” Jason growled, pushing Dick back enough to see his brother’s face.

Dick wouldn’t meet his eyes. “…I hit him with my escrima.”

“Your— were they electrified?”

“Yes.”

“You— And— After I told you that Danny had died from being electrocuted to death?!”

“Wait—” Danny cut in. Why did Danny sound upset— why had he gone ashen? “You told him I died— how I died?”

“I— yes?” Jason wanted to defend himself and he didn’t even know why. “That you were electrocuted in a lab accident and your heart stopped for a bit.”

Danny buried his face in his knees.

“Danny— I…” Jason was missing something. Something like… “Cultural differences?”

“Yeah.” Danny sounded slightly strangled. “Let’s go with that.”

“I thought he was trying to hurt you! I’m sorry!”

“He was just trying to protect his brother, Jason, I get that,” Danny said. He tilted his head up to rest it on his cheek on his knees. “I would kill for my sisters.”

Jason huffed, “I’m still—”

“You’re allowed to be,” Danny said.

“You can hit me if you want,” Dick offered.

“How about…,” Jason trailed off, utterly exhausted again. “How about you just get me some tea?”

“Herbal,” Dick said, standing, “Your blood vessels have been through enough without caffeine.”

Jason waited till his brother was in the kitchen to ask, quietly, “Are you really alright? If you’re not comfortable around Dick...”

“No. I mean, yes, I’ll be fine, just a little… twitchy. And no don’t ask Dick to— we’ll be fine. He had a reason. And I… um… he might be afraid of me too. I may have sunk him into the floor for it.”

“I— okay,” Jason said, having to take a moment with that. “Guess we’re explaining that.”

“Your lead.”

“Fish,” Jason almost pleaded. “You can’t want that. Not when I didn’t tell you—”

“I said later.”

Jason just nodded.

“You both can obviously keep secrets. I’ve… given things away, putting him in the floor. I told him I died and came back too- just not… how.”

“I’m sorry about telling him that— I didn’t think about it. It would have just been like saying I knew someone who drowned and had CRP.”

Danny sighed, just looking so tired. “If I asked you to tell me how you died?”

Jason recoiled at the thought.

“Exactly.” Danny’s smile was sad. “It’s okay. Thank you for saying sorry.”

Not knowing what else to do, but knowing what he needed, Jason held out his good arm, careful of the IV line. Danny uncurled, setting his mug aside, and took the offer. Jason felt something in him settle at having Danny tucked against him.

“What does it feel like?” Danny asked softly.

“Hum?”

Gently, Danny pressed his hand to Jason’s chest. “Your core.”

“Is that—? Burning. It feels like burning. I… that’s not right, exactly. It feels like molten heat.”

Danny hummed and learned over to press a kiss to that spot on Jason’s chest before resettling.

Dick— timing as impeccable as always— came out when Danny was breathing easily again. He handed over the tea in a to-go mug so Jason didn’t have to lean up much to sip at it and settled in the vacated armchair.

“So…,” Jason started eventually. He rubbed his hand up and down Danny’s back. “Like I said and maybe shouldn’t have, Danny died, briefly, in his parents lab. Electrocuted by one of their machines. He came back different because of that machine.”

Dick was quiet for a moment before asking, “Meta?”

“Close enough,” Jason said. “A lot of it the ecto— something his parents were studying as… paranormal scientists.”

“…okay.”

Danny laughed (the sound a little hysterical). “Right? Dead juice does a lot for you if you’ve died.”

“And it must have done a lot for me,” Jason said, before they could get much more into Danny’s situation. “Something in that graveyard brought me back before the Al Ghuls. Whatever the Lazarus water is— and it might be some of the same stuff to start— it’s gone wrong. The ecto Danny’s parents, and now Danny, extracts is pure. It’s basically like a transfusion for me.”

“Okay, right, sure, healthy dead juice,” Dick said, running a hand through his hair. “Are you going to… will you get powers too?”

“Maybe,” Jason said, trying to sound casual. “Or maybe I’m too fucked up from the Pits. But it’s helping Dick, it really is.”

“I do have research on this. I didn’t just give Jason something I knew nothing about,” Danny said. “And I drink it myself if I’m hurt or ill.”

“Like when you were a hero?” Dick asked, following it up with a full body sigh as he just sunk into the armchair.

“You told him?” Jason was surprised.

Danny shrugged in Jason’s arms. “It seemed the only way to explain why I reacted the way I did to the thing we’re not talking about yet.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jason said, kissing the top of Danny’s head. He wouldn’t press tonight. He was in no state for it anyways.

He just hoped that conversation would go well.

He just hoped he wouldn’t lose Danny.

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AN: So no one is really happy in this part- but at least they're talking? And they'll have to talk more too. There's also a lot of trying (and failing) not to panic by all the boys. But hopefully this settled a lot for you all!

Sorry if there's more mistakes than normal (don't need them pointed out, they'll be caught in the rewrite and beta) but my hands and my brain have both been really rebelling against me. Proverbial fingers crossed for the new meds I started today to do some good!

(It might be a few weeks before the next part, btw, looking at my progress.)

Due to the new post editor and having been shadow banned, I'm no longer tagging people! You can subscribe here to be notified instead like you would with a tag!

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Day 3354 - 26 July 2022

little café

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#projecttiger #vocaloid #doodle #she bakes all the goods herself

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thecorruption-thespiralsversion · 24 days

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!!!!!SPOILERS ALL!!!!!

Some thought on The Magnus Protocol.

Specifically on the category numbers.

So some ground rules I'm speculating with so far:

-The last two set of numbers are just the dates. I'm sure they'll be important for setting up a timeline, but not for what I'm currently working on.

- CAT stands for Category, right?

- The DPHW or last 4 numbers of the first set of digit can be ignored for now. That's the "literal" thing that happened. 2155 = Reanimation (Partial) and little else.

- So the digit we are working will be those in-between CAT and the DPHW.

Example:

Rolling With It was a CAT3RB3354. Broken down it's:

CAT - Category

3RB

3354 - Dice(Bone)/Fate

So what does 3RB mean? Well, let's see if the most recent episode can give us some help.

Futures - CAT3RB4622

3RB -

4622 - Gambiling(Application)/Self-destruction

A 3RB case seems like it has themes of luck, chance, and betting.

So here are my current questions.

What do Dolls, Watching have to do with Ep. 7 Give and Take CAT - 2RC

What do Bonso, and Needles have in common- both, across 3 episodes (2 for Bonso) CAT - 1RB and why not The Tattoo Artist?

!!!CORRECTION!!!

The Reanimated Amalgamation case is a 1RBC not a 1RB. They may not have a connection.

A note on Ink5oul - both statements they appears in aren't "rated/score" about them.

Making Adjustments was a 3RBC for 1567 (Transformation (full), Dysmorphic)

Marked was a 23RC for 5246 (Tattoo (corpse), compulsion)

And, I mean, Yeah. On paper they aren't similar. They have nothing related.

But we know they do.

Anyways, late night magnus thoughts

#the magnus archives #tma podcast #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #the magnus protocol #Bonso #needles #dice #luck #fear #This is actually an amazing way to have guest writers #Jonny can just score there horrors!

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Tear Down My Reason [2]

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

Summary: It's been five days since you fucked Blue in his office, and four days since you last saw him.

Part 1/Series Masterlist

A/N: Oh no, this was meant to be a one shot. What happened? (Can be read on it's own.)

So I've listed this as afab!reader, I am afab and gender fluid myself and I’m just exploring that a bit in my writing here. There is a part where Blue refers to the reader as a ‘girl’ and the reader asks him not to. (I'm writing this from the mindset that reader is non-binary & afab. Still tagging as f!reader because reader has that anatomy.)

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious concent because reader is a patient, Blue being fucking gross and wiping cum on his t-shirt, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 3354

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You knocked on the door, three quick raps of your knuckles.

Nausea festered in your throat, burned along your limbs. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to hide the faint tremors that threatened to take over.

It had been five days. Five days since you’d broken into Blue’s office. Four since Lilly returned.

You’d done your very best to stay out of Blue’s way: shying away from any of his usual haunts, staying with the group so you weren’t on your own, anything you could think of to steer clear of him.

But it seemed like he was avoiding you too.

Other than the morning that Lilly came back, you hadn’t seen him. At first it was a weight lifted, but by the second day that weight had come crashing down with a force that pinned you to the earth.

You wanted to see him.

You needed to.

It didn’t make any sense.

You were about to knock again, sneaking one glance over your shoulder to make sure that there was no one else in the corridor to see you, when Blue answered.

“Come in.” His voice was stern, reserved and you swallowed before you opened the door, quickly stepping in and closing it behind you.

Your heart raced and you bit together your lips to try to calm your rapid breathing. This was stupid, foolish, you shouldn’t feel this way.

Blue was writing something, checking over some form at his desk. His reading glances balanced on the bridge of his nose. He didn’t look up.

“Yes?”

“I, erm,” you started.

Instantaneously Blue’s attention snapped to you, drawn away from the paperwork like a magnet, unable to deny himself.

“I wanted to see you, I mean,” you looked down, frustration bubbling below your skin, you’d gone over this, rehearsed this, “if you’re not busy, I…”

Blue stood quickly, throwing his glasses in a drawer before rushing towards you in six short strides. He took hold of your face, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Honey…” he whispered, searching your eyes for something. A small smile pulled at his lips, relief relaxing his tense muscles. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, hungrily.

The sudden force of his actions took you by surprise as he pushed you back against the door. Using your little gasp of shock to his advantage and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You kissed him back with equal intensity, sliding your hands up around his shoulders and to the back of his neck. Pulling him closer to your body and grinding against him.

“Blue,” you murmured as he kissed down your neck and yanked your t-shirt lower so that he could suck a bruise below the collar.

He hummed an answer back to you, savouring the taste of your skin.

You shifted slightly to stop the door handle from digging into your hip, pressing your back further against the cool frosted glass of his office door. Your thigh just brushed against his already half hard cock and he whined loudly. The sound making your heart swell.

“Been thinking about you everyday.” He muttered against your neck, one hand trailing down to your waist while the other pinched your right nipple.

He bit your jugular, all teeth, as you let out a little gasp, arching into his touch.

“Every night, just wanting you honey.” He kissed your jaw, your cheek as he pushed his left thigh between your legs that you quickly parted for him. A groan escaped his lips at your eagerness.

“Why didn’t you?” You breathe between sighs of pleasure.

“Why didn’t I what?” He kisses you again fervidly, licking into your mouth like he could dissolve into you.

“Why didn’t you come see me?” You manage to get out between kisses.

Blue smiles, keeping his forehead pressed against yours. “Why didn’t you come see me?”

You groan a little in frustration and pull him back to you by his shirt, forcing his lips to yours again. You can feel the smug smile on his face quickly melt away, overcome with need.

He pushes you further into the door, hoisting your right leg over his hip and grinding against you. Happy to swallow down every moan of pleasure that escapes you as he rubs his quickly hardening cock over your aching heat.

His grip is bruising, his teeth nip at your bottom lip, but that’s all overridden by the way he purposely teases your clit with his length. Listening to every gasp and sigh that escapes you to perfectly pin down the right pressure and tempo to have you so close to falling apart at the seams within minutes.

“Blue,” you gulp, whining in frustration as he pulls his hips back ever so slightly when you try to grind against him harder. “Please!”

“Need me so badly already, honey?”

You nod as he continues his movements, eagerly rocking against you. A large smile plastering itself all over his face as his heart flutters rapidly in his chest.

“Want to hear you say it.”

You obey without thinking, so desperate to chase your high. “Need you so badly Blue, I-”

He kisses you again, cutting off your words and rutting against you harder, delighted by the high pitched whine that escapes you.

You start to tense, your thighs squeezing his hips, your fingers digging into his skin. You’re so close you can taste it, millimetres from the edge and just needing a little more, just a fraction, so you can-

He steps back, moving away from you and you can’t stop the sob from falling out of your mouth. Desperately, you try to cling onto him, to force him back against you. But he refuses.

You look at him, frustration and need burning along your nerves in equal measure.

He touches your cheek lightly. “Don’t look so betrayed honey, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses you lightly, a soft caress of his lips. “I promise.” Before he drops to his knees and lightly bites at the slither of skin not covered by your top or trousers.

You breathe in sharply and he smiles up at you, watching your reaction eagerly as he slides his hands up your calves, your outer thighs, and then slowly dips his fingers under the waistband of your trousers.

Your blood thunders in your ears as he waits quietly, staring up at you with an almost devout energy.

“Blue,” you wiggled a little, needing something, anything, to ease the ache in your core. “Please.”

He grinned and nodded, slowly pulling down your trousers and underwear to your knees. He quickly slipped off your shoes, holding onto your calves to keep you stabilised, and then yanked your trousers and underwear the rest of the way down and off.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, not waisting anymore time as he brushed his forefinger over your clit, circling it once before running it through your folds. The groan of pleasure that rumbled in his chest was obscene, almost enough to cover the sound of your wetness as he glided his finger against you.

Without warning he dove against you, slinging your left thigh over his shoulder and pressing his tongue into your heat.

You gasped, grabbing hold of his shoulder and short hair to steady yourself and moaning loudly as licked board, heavy stripes over your centre.

His groan of pleasure echoed yours, his eyes rolling back into his head as you lightly pulled on his hair. The sensation blending with the taste of you left him dizzily high, so painfully hard that he had to reach down with his free hand and squeeze his balls just to take the edge off.

“Blue,” you bit at your bottom lip, trying to muffle your sounds. What if someone walked by? What if-

He sucked your clit, flicking at the nub with the tip of his tongue and you nearly cracked the back of your head open with how hard you flung it against the glass.

“Please Blue, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you gasped, bucking up into his mouth as pleasure raced along your veins like lightning. So close, so close.

He didn’t stop, didn’t falter in his movements, grabbing hold of your backside and pushing you closer to him, trying to suffocate himself between your thighs.

You cried out, holding onto him for dear life as you came loudly. Sobbing in pleasure as he continued to suck and lick at you, his sounds of delight harmonising with your own.

He kissed you softly as you came back to yourself, nuzzling into the soft muscle of your inner thigh.

His eyes were blown wide with lust when he looked up at you, a dreamy glaze over his face as he smiled happily.

Sweat started to cool on your skin, exhaustion sinking into your bones at how hard you’d cum.

Blue pulled up the collar of his top and wiped your release from his mouth and chin before he gently took your leg off his shoulder and put your foot back onto the floor.

You swayed a little under your own weight again and he quickly held onto your thighs to steady you as he stood up. His expression was syrupy, infatuated as he leaned in and kissed you deeply. His hard cock rubbing against you.

You poured yourself into the kiss, holding him close and breathing in deeply.

He dipped his fingers under the helm of your t-shirt, tracing his fingers along your sides and smiling as you shivered.

Without speaking he slowly took hold of your hands and guided you away from the door, further into the room.

You followed him, moving as if you were under a spell.

He stepped to the side and manoeuvred you so that the backs of your thighs pressed against the cool edge of his desk.

So slowly he moved forward, caging you in and lightly trailing his lips over your neck, savouring every sweet sound you made.

You lifted your arms when he tugged at your shirt, helping him to ease it over your head and throwing it to the side. Your bra following soon after.

He kissed along your collarbone, pressing light touches along your thighs with his fingers. You watched him, enraptured as goosebumps broke out along your skin.

Languidly, he kissed back up to your neck, brushing his lips against your ear. “Wait.”

He leaned forward even more, pressing against you as he shoved the piles of paperwork off his desk and to the floor before going back to sucking at your neck.

You whimpered his name, clutching onto him as he slowly laid you back down against his desk and situated himself between your legs.

He kissed lower, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking softly. Flicking the tip of his tongue over your skin just like he had over your clit.

You squirmed underneath him, your breath hitching as he paused, kissed your sternum and then moved onto the other breast. Repeating the pattern over and over until tears began to build in the corners of your eyes.

“Blue,” you whined, trying to buck up against him but he would only allow you to rut against him for a second before he moved back and pushed your hips, forcing you back down flat against the desk once more.

“Yes honey?” He breathed between kisses, still sucking your breasts. “You need something?”

You cried out in frustration. “Please.”

“You know I love to hear you beg,” he sucked your hard nipple into his mouth again, releasing it with a hot, wet pop. “But you gotta help me out here, I don’t know what you want.” He teased, his voice light and unbelievably innocent.

Exasperation boils just below your skin. For one moment you think about getting up and pushing him away. But in the same instant Blue licks a flat, broad stripe over your right nipple, moaning happily as he does so. He repeats the action, this time rolling his body against yours and rubbing his cock against your pussy.

He groans, tracing his tongue over you again as he watches you screw up your eyes in pleasure. “You’re soaking into my work clothes honey.” He mutters, his eyes gleaming. “So fucking wet and needy for me, need to cum again, hmm? Need me to fuck you?” He teases, his voice low and desperate with his own desires.

You nod, swallowing down a moan as he continues to grind against your core.

“Need my dick so bad?” He slides his hand down to your folds, slipping the tips of his fingers into your heat. “Need it right here?”

“Fuck,” you grab hold of his forearm, trying to push him further inside and expecting him to pull away.

Instead he follows your movement, sinking in deeper and curling his fingers perfectly, brushing over your clit with his thumb.

You gasp, crying out softly and Blue breathes in, glee glittering in his eyes.

“Oh, there we go. That’s better isn’t it?” He slowly glides his thick fingers out and back in, groaning quietly at how your slick coats him and starts to run down his hand.

You nod, unable to form words and barely able to breathe as he keeps stretching you so perfectly.

“That’s much better.” He whispers to himself.

He watches you for a moment, the pleasure he’s pulling from you making you lightheaded, before he stands up straight, keeping his fingers deep within you and adding a third.

You whine, your back arching off the desk as he sinks further, sending sparks of bliss along your spine.

Blue pulls down his scrubs just enough to free his aching cock, finally taking himself in hand and pumping a few times as he gazes at you contort in pleasure.

He swallows, it’s almost too much. His balls tighten as he presses up and strokes that wonderfully devastating spot inside of you.

You cry out, so close again and gasping.

Blue pulls his hand away from you suddenly, wrapping his wet fingers around his dick and smearing your slick all over his length and groaning.

You barely have a moment to lament the loss before Blue’s grabbing hold of your ankles and placing them both on his right shoulder, forcing your legs together. He continues to circle your clit with his left thumb as he rubs the head of his cock through your sopping folds before pushing firmly in.

The stretch is different at this angle, more intense as he keeps your legs together and presses his chest against the back of calves.

You cry out, your back arching fully off the desk as he fills you.

“Okay honey?” He groans softly as you clench around him at the pet name.

“Good!” You manage to stammer out, revelling in the sensation. Letting it build up and wash over you in waves.

He turns his head and kisses your ankle as he bottoms out, breathing hard for a moment to compose himself, to not cum straight away.

He pulses within you, pushing up against you so tightly in this position you can practically feel the beat of his heart.

Slowly, he starts to move, easing in and out of you while watching your face with rapt attention.

It’s too good.

You choke back a sob, clawing at the table underneath you to find something to cling onto as he pushes in so deep.

It’s like you can see stars, your muscles tighten and shake. A string of expletives fall out of your mouth.

Blue groans, watching your breasts bounce as he rocks into you, barely pulling out before he pushes back in, wanting to hit that spot as many times as he can now that he’s found it.

Sweat beads on your forehead, the sound of your wetness echoes with every thrust. You grab onto the edge of the desk above your head so that you can arch up and meet his movements, his thumb is still circling your clit and driving you insane.

“Blue,” you sob, your face screwed up in pleasure, your toes curling as he keeps thrusting perfectly. “Please, please don’t stop."

“Not gonna stop honey,” he groans through gritted teeth, pulling your legs tighter against his chest and rocking up into you, rolling on the balls of his feet. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Gotta cum all over me.”

You flinch involuntarily at that word - girl. Screwing up your face in distain.

“Honey,” he slows instantly, “you okay? Did it hurt?”

“Please don’t stop, please, pleasepleaseplease,” you move against him trying to get the angle right, desperate for him to keep going.

“I won’t honey, I won’t” he kisses your ankle and picks up the pace again, once more hitting deliriously deep.

You gasp out, your eyes rolling back into your head. You’re so close. You can feel it building and building, the heat beginning to scratch along every nerve ending.

Blue thrusts forward, changing the pressure ever so slightly as he plants his left foot firmly on the floor and it’s like you’ve died and gone to heaven.

You scream silently, even muscle tensing as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly, milking him for everything he’s got.

“Fuck.” Blue gasps, barely managing another thrust before his own orgasm overtakes him as he pumps hot, thick cum deep inside you.

He slowly lets go of his vice grip around your legs as he recovers, his hips bucking shallowly of their own volition.

But he doesn’t pull out straight away, instead he carefully moves your legs down to either side of his hips so he can lean forward and kiss you softly.

He smiles when you kiss him back, gently brushing the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that?” He muttered and you giggle.

He pauses for a moment, a small frown furrowing his brow. “Did I hurt you?”

You look up at him confused. “No?”

“Are you sure? Earlier I mean, you looked-”

“Oh,” you shake your head. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

“What was it then?” He bites his lip, sincere in his actions.

You paused and swallow, looking away from him for a moment.

“Honey,” he strokes your cheek. “Please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You close your eyes but speak. “You, you said ‘good girl’.”

You feel him nod against your chest.

“I don’t, that’s not… I’m not… I…” you sigh.

“Boy?” He asks, no judgement in his voice.

You open your eyes, surprised at his seeming understanding, but shake your head.

“Non-binary?”

This time you nod and Blue gives you a small smile, taping his temple with his fingers.

“Non-binary.” He repeats. “It won’t happen again hone- wait, is honey okay?”

You giggle. “I like honey.”

He grins broadly and nods, stroking your cheek and sighing happily.

As he begins to soften he slowly pulls out, yanking his t-shirt off as he does so and uses it to clean the mess he made between your legs before he wipes himself down.

You sit up, watching him as he tucks himself back into his trousers. “You gonna wash that?” You motion to his shirt.

He gives you a wicked grin. “Oh, no, I’m gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”

You laugh and playfully swat at him, he catches your wrists with ease, moving close again and you don’t struggle.

He kisses you softly and lets go of you so you can run your hands over his chest and back.

“Do I have to wait another four days to see you again?” There’s a playful tone to his voice, but there’s something in his eyes. A pain he’s trying to cover up.

You shake your head. “You can see me whenever you like.” You whisper.

He kisses you again, slow and deep, just like how he fucked you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What if I want to see you all the time?”

You nip at his bottom lip. “Then I guess you’ll see me all the time.”

Blue chuckles and buries his face into your neck, hugging you tight.

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Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Thursday, October 12, and there’s a 80% chance of rain. Highs are in the early sixties and lows are in the mid fifties.

A ghost who seemingly has a strong obsession with freudian psychology has been giving unwanted feedback to many people about their supposed repressed memories and phallic envy. This ghost has green skin, short black hair and a goatee. He wears a grey striped sweater, small circle sunglasses, and dark purple pants. Avoid him at all costs if you value your sanity.

A living kangaroo has been spotted in the southwest corner of Amity Park. This kangaroo is an escaped pet. Please, if you see this animal, do not approach it. This kangaroo is very aggressive to strangers. Call 775-3354 to contact Gunner Hughes, the owner of the animal.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

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TMAGP 9 Thoughts: Name Dropping

This one was a big one. I was hoping some of this would happen later if only for my own amusement. Of all the episodes thus far I think there might be have the most foundational elements to the wider narrative in it.

Spoilers for episode 9 below the cut.

We'll start at the start although I don't have much to say about this pre-incident banter. It's mostly stuff that I think is for humour rather than narrative relevance. Such as the questions have a classic 7 point scale, but instead of neutral in the middle neutral is an extreme and trauma is the other one. Dead creatures, blood transfusions, and why? are all similar there. It's fun dialogue but I don't think there is much to say beyond that.

The case itself is a really great one. Might be my favourite so far. It's a Magnus Institute statement, opens with some interesting titbits, is TTRPG related, has a fun hook, and a satisfying conclusion. Hard to fault it anywhere.

So lets get to the fun stuff. The Magnus Institute framing isn't really of interest to me right now. This isn't anything particularly unexpected and doesn't give us any new information about the Institute itself but does hint at some of their methodology. The statement is part of artefact's assessment, and preceding the statement itself the artefact is given some viability ratings. No viability as subject, low as agent, and medium as catalyst. I've seen some people interpreting this as being about the statement giver but as this is the "Statement and Research assessment for artefact CD137" I think that's a misinterpretation. Especially since this post-statement and the statement giver dies. Those terms aren't explained here but if I had to take a stab at it I think subject is probably about further research, agent is it's utility as a weapon, and catalyst is likely related to rituals or avatars. The recommendation is a referral to "referral to Catalytics for Enrichment applicability assessment. "Enrichment" here could be a euphemism for turning someone into an avatar of sorts, or be a little more literal as an actual catalyst for some sort of experiment or ritual. I think the ritual idea is maybe more on the right lines as alchemy is a large motif of this series.

There isn't much to say about the statement itself. The dice could be the same ones mentioned in Episode 4: Taking Notes. That episode wasn't written by Jonny or Alex, while this one was, but I feel that sort of detail is something they'd feel comfortable adding in. Although I think it's more likely that the old man himself was part of the direction.

"Externals Liaison" being "gofer" so far is pretty great, and Nigel Dickerson is a pretty spot on name for that sort of British TV personality. Can't wait to hear about how they eat children.

Alice still being into Sam and jelly of Celia is cute, and it's great to see more of Teddy. I'm pretty sure he's going to play a larger role in all of this than it seems so far. Going to dig through the ruins of the Magnus Institute might also mean that episode 10 will be a no-incident episode too. Those things usually happened at the start and end of seasons for TMA but it seems pretty appropriate for TMP right now.

Overall, great episode.

Bonzo!Bonzo!!Bonzo!!!

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Starting with this post I'm going to include a link to my Google sheet containing all the current cases, their CAT#'s, R#'s, DPHW's, etc. It contains about as much information on each as I think is reasonable, including who narrates it, a link to its episode, and any other relevant notes, as well as headers for incidents we didn't hear. Additionally it also contains the Klaus sheet (German and English) and links to it when a incident matches. It will be updated each episode after the episode is publicly available.

Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet

DPHW Theory: 3354 is fairly standard for this sort of thing, I think. I expected H to be a little higher in general but not by a lot. The only very high score we've seen for H involved a lot of compulsion, and the higher scores are harder to escape from than this one seems to be.

Splitting CAT# and R# theories into two separate things now. As you may or may not have seen I wrote a fairly extensive theory on what I think R# means so it makes no real sense to group them.

CAT# Theory: CAT3 is a nice new data point. Not many CAT3's so hopefully this will help elucidate that. But as of yet I don't have a solid theory about how that could work. The other CAT3's were Transformation (Eyes) -/- Trespass, and Transformation (Full) -/- Dysmorphic which have the obvious overlap of transformation but that doesn't have a lot of overlap with Dice (Bone) -/- Fate particularly. There is the subsection of bone here which you could say is linked to the more physical manifestations of those two incidents but the Tria Prima idea I talked about here isn't something I think holds up well. So if CAT3 is something along the lines of the physical I don't think it'll be quite like that.

R# Theory: RB isn't particularly interesting in a general sense. It supports my theory reasonably well and so isn't too surprising. Which means there is little to talk about there. However, I do think it's a really good nail in the coffin for some of my other ideas. Which is encouraging now that I'm thinking about it in very different terms.

Header talk: Dice (Bone) -/- Fate is somewhat interesting. Dice (Bone) is incredibly specific in a way that bothers me. So far sections have been reasonably broad. A violin ends up in Collection, other objects in Agglomeration, Architecture deals with seemingly all buildings, but this section is just for dice? I can't be the only one that thinks that's far more specific than what we've seen before. It's also another very strange crosslink. I'm still not entirely sure what to make of those. I may have mentioned briefly that my current framework for crosslinks is viewing them as vectors. i.e. they're the way in which the supernatural is able to manifest. That holds up with Fate but it's still a bit strange in general terms.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp speculation #tmagp theory #tmagp #klaus = kl4-u5

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