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[kitkatscabinet]

NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE THAT MAKES HIM SOFT

requested by anon

summary: Jason's always been undeniably soft for you, his friends and family take every opportunity to tease him for it.

pairing: jason todd x wondergirl! reader

word count: 2.5k

You throw open the door to Jason's apartment, wincing when the wood slams against the wall with a bang.

Roy doesn't even look up when he greets you, too enthralled with whatever violent video game he's playing today. Jason, however, perks up at your arrival, putting his book down as he turns to look at you. He can't help it, the way he responds automatically at your presence, his face splitting into a bright smile at the sight of you.

You're too tired to walk around the couch, so you sit on the back of the couch, flipping yourself backwards inelegantly. You sink into the shitty couch beside Jason, draping yourself across his lap with a groan.

You've always been so free with your physical affection, but it still makes Jason's heart leap to his throat; butterflies erupt in his stomach like a child with their first crush.

He stiffens for a second, hands hovering awkwardly midair like he’s not sure where to put them with Roy suddenly watching so intently. On your waist? Your legs? Just hovering there like an idiot?

You shift, cuddling closer, totally oblivious to the dilemma you're causing.

Roy smirks at him from across the room, wriggling his brows suggestively. Jason flips him the bird, glaring harshly, before quickly retracting his hand when you turn to stare up at him. He has to fight back the urge to squirm under the weight of your adoring gaze.

You reach up, tugging at his little white curl playfully, before you turn back around and nestle into Jason’s stomach, content to steal all his body heat without a second thought.

Jason, poor Jason, just slowly rests his hand on your back like he’s afraid you’ll suddenly disappear if he moves even an inch. You let out a happy little hum, nuzzling further into him as your muscular arms encircle his waist.

Trapped as he is, Jason is powerless to stop Roy as his friend whips out his phone and takes an incriminating photo. "Group chat’s gonna love this," he murmurs gleefully.

Jason glares at him with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. "You’re dead to me." He whispers, careful not to wake you.

"Don't worry, I'll send it to you too." Jason refuses to verbalise how much he actually wants that.

You're out like a light, bruises decorating your skin and hair dishevelled from a long day of sparring, and yet you're still as beautiful as ever. He watches you sleep with no small amount of reverence, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth unbidden.

He still remembers the first time you met, with startling clarity. His memories of you are some of the only things untainted by the Lazarus Pit and his subsequent time in the League.

It was during his early days as Robin, when he was still rough around the edges and angry at the world, trying so desperately to prove himself.

Dick had been even more giddy than usual, promising Jason he had "a super duper exciting surprise that he'd absolutely love!" as he lured him down to the Batcave.

"I doubt it." He'd grumped, only to nearly instantly eat his words at the sight of Wonder Woman, the greatest hero ever. Not just Wonder Woman, but you, bright, breathtaking you.

You were a force of nature, all wild hair and sharper wit, smiling like the world hadn't yet taught you to be wary. You offer him your hand eagerly, and Jason takes it, his eyes trailing up and up and up.

"...You’re so tall." He inwardly cringes at his lack of eloquence, too tongue-tied at the literal demi-goddess towering over him.

"Is that a problem?" you asked curiously, arms folding across your chest as you looked him up and down. "Should I shrink myself to spare your ego, Robin?" Diana had warned you that men tended to feel emasculated when women were taller than they were, but you'd yet to experience that.

"No!" Jason practically shouts, as if the mere idea offended him.

Dick made a choking noise and immediately began texting someone, not that Jason noticed, entranced with you as he was.

(Jason would later learn this was the exact moment a group chat called 'Jason + Wondergirl = ENDGAME' was born.)

You'd then proceed to flatten him into the dirt for the next thirty minutes as you sparred, and Jason fell just a little bit in love.

You'd picked him up off the floor with ease, smiling dopily despite his busted lip, and he'd asked if you were ready to get serious. You'd laughed, full-bodied and delighted, and Jason had known then that he was doomed.

You became his person so effortlessly, it was almost embarrassing. You'd squeeze yourself into the spaces he left open, the cracks he didn’t realise were there, until he couldn’t imagine a world where you weren't right beside him.

You were his best friend, his confidante, his favourite person in the entire world.

Even when you argued, which was rare, because you always listened to him. When his anger got the better of him and he lashed out, you were understanding, refusing to let him push you away.

Even when he'd died and then come back different, wrong, you'd never once judged him or hated him. Bruce had been outraged at what Jason had become, but you'd offered nothing but kindness and understanding.

You never hated him or begrudged him for becoming a killer, nor did you attempt to stop him, simply happy to have him back by your side.

His brothers teased him relentlessly, but Jason couldn't prevent the smile that covered his face when you entered the room, even if he tried. Roy constantly comments on how his body releases the tension it always seems to hold whenever you're around. Even Bruce had become relentless in his not-so-subtle, offhand comments about the two of you, with Jason actually shooting at him when his old man brought up grandchildren.

Jason sighed softly, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to push away those thoughts. Of you and him, together.

You shift slightly, face scrunching in your sleep, and he immediately softens even more, reaching out to brush a piece of hair from your forehead with infinite gentleness reserved solely for you.

His phone vibrates, but he stalwartly ignores it, even when Roy starts to gesture at him aggressively. It's not until he fears the constant vibrations will wake you that he snatches his phone up with a glare, only to find he's been added to a chat that he definitely wasn't part of before.

Arse-nal: LOOK AT HIM!! LOOK HOW SOFT HE IS!!!

Attached was the photo, an annoyingly well-taken photo, of you, fast asleep in his lap, using him as your personal pillow. But even worse is the clear adoration in his gaze as he stares down at you.

LoverBoy: fuck all of you. i hope you step on a pile of legos

Eldest Daughter Syndrome (Dick): VINDICATION!!!! Look at that face! I knew it. I’ve been telling you all, he's been obsessed with her for years. You think he’s tough? This dude’s a marshmallow when it comes to her.

Arse-nal: BRO IS WHIPPED. Now there's no refuting that he's literally softer than cotton candy.

Fastest Dumbass Alive (Wally): OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING! STATIONS EVERYONE!!! REMAIN CALM!!

Stalker (Tim): Didn't know you could smile. Ur glowing. This feels illegal.

BeastieBoy: That's that Amazon magic babyyyyy. His skin? CLEAR, crops? Watered, depression? Cured.

Demolition Barbie (Cassie): Why do i wanna cry? He's so in love its a little disgusting.

Ebony Dark’ness (Raven): What would the criminals say if they could see you now? The Big Bad Red Hood, secretly a wife guy, the world must be ending.

Lover Boy: Delete that shit before i delete you.

Arse-nal: No can do brother. The people deserve to see it. Maybe this will help you finally man up and express your feelings.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: RIGHT? LIKE, LETS NOT PRETEND THIS HASNT BEEN YEARS IN THE MAKING. U 2 R SICKENINGLY SWEET

LoverBoy: You are weirdly intense about this. I feel mildly unsafe.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: SOME OF US HAVE BEEN INVESTED SINCE SEASON ONE, JASON. DONT DISRESPECT MY EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

Eldest daughter syndrome: I'm literally tearing up. y'all don't understand; Wally was there when Jason first awkwardly complimented her combat skills after she kicked his ass.

Arse-nal: Thats basically a proposal in Jason language.

Stalker: There are Oscar-nominated films with less buildup than this relationship. Waiting on that Netflix deal fr.

LoverBoy: I hate all of you. Deeply. Profoundly.

Queen Supreme (Donna): You love her though ;)

Fastest Dumbass Alive: YEAH, HOWS THAT FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. SO PROUD OF YOU <3

Jason wanted to scream, or throttle Roy, probably both, neither of which were options he had available as you were still sprawled across his lap.

Roy, sensing his luck was about to run out as Jason searched for something to throw, made a quick tactical retreat. (Not before snapping a bunch more photos, though.)

His thoughts of vengeance are abruptly derailed when you sigh happily, trying to push yourself closer against him in your sleep.

His neck will murder him tomorrow for sure, but Jason would rather die than wake you now. So he lets you spend the night like that, succumbing to sleep himself as he allows his imagination to run just a little wild.

Despite the furious ache in his body the next day, Jason had no regrets, not when it was the best sleep he'd had in years. He was on cloud 9 that day; nothing could bring him down.

Nothing until his phone started buzzing incessantly again.

Stalker: GUYS GUYS GUYS I MADE T-SHIRTS

Attached: a pic of a black t-shirt with the photo of Jason with you sleeping on his lap, printed below in giant bold letters is: "LOVER BOY"

Fastest Dumbass Alive: I AM ACTUALLY CRYING PUT ME DOWN FOR TEN I’M GIVING THEM OUT LIKE PARTY FAVOURS                                                                                                                                  Beastie Boy:                                                                                                        It hasn’t even been a day! The devil works hard, but Tim Drake works harder!!

Arse-nal:                                                                                  TIMOTHY. YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY I NEED A HOODIE TOO.

Eldest Daughter Syndrome: I’m buying in bulk. I’m handing them out at the next League meeting. 

Demolition Barbie: THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE. I WANT A TANK TOP VERSION.

Ebony Dark’ness: You are all unsupervised children. …but also I’ll take two.

Queen Supreme: We need matching hats. No one gets left behind.

Stalker: DON’T WORRY. Hats. Hoodies. Totes. Phone cases. I’m building an empire off Jason's misery. 

LoverBoy: I SWEAR TO GOD. IF I SEE ONE PERSON WEARING THAT SHIRT, YOU’RE ALL DEAD.

Fastest Dumbass Alive: 👕👕👕👕

Eldest Daughter Syndrome: Hey Jay, what size are you? Just wanna make sure your own shirt fits well. 

Arse-nal: NO ONE TELL HER. I WANNA SEE HIS FACE WHEN SHE SEES THEM IN THE WILD.

Ebony Dark’ness: This is the happiest I’ve seen all of you. Concerning.

Stalker: THE POWER OF LOVE, BABY. AND PETTY SIBLING BULLYING. BEAUTIFUL.

LoverBoy: i hope all your phones die at 1% when you're lost and need gps. i hope every chair you sit on has one short leg. i hope your toast falls butter side down. i hope you step on water in socks. i hate you. i hate you all so much. sleep with both eyes open.

Queen Supreme: We should get banners printed and roll them out at their wedding.

LoverBoy: I am begging you to touch grass. I am BEGGING you to seek help.

Stalker: too late bro. Train’s already left the station. By that I mean I’ve already sent the photo out to every hero number i have, I’m already getting requests. 

Fastest Dumbass Alive: hope ur ready to be the face of love, king <3

Jason clenches his teeth so hard he swears he hears a cracking noise. Oh god, he needed to find you, needed to explain before one of the idiots got to you first.

Unfortunately for him, Stephanie gets to you first, bursting into your room at the Titans tower, dressed in the prototype of the shirt.™

"Stephanie, what. is. that." You blink, focused on the garish neon pink text beneath the picture on her shirt.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" She beams, wiping a fake tear from the corner of her eye. Steph had been prepared for embarrassment, what she hadn't been prepared for, was to see the glee on your face.

"Where did you get it. I want one." You demand, taking Steph by surprise.

Your gaze is so intense, and she ends up just stripping it off to give to you for fear that you'd take it by force. She's a lot shorter and slimmer than you, but luckily the shirt had been oversized on Steph already.

You're admiring it in the mirror, it really is a cute picture of the two of you, when Jason suddenly slides into your room, out of breath. "I need to... talk... to you." He trails off in horror, witnessing you wearing the abomination Tim had created to embarrass him.

"Baby, we're so cute!" You chirp, proudly showing off your new article of clothing.

"Baby?" Steph squeals in delight, typing something furiously on her phone as Jason just sighs.

"You're cute," he corrects, grabbing one of your hands and placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

Stephanie sputters, pointing an accusing finger at Jason, who's doing his damndest to ignore her existence.

You pull him closer, tugging him against your chest as you lean down to kiss him. You know Jason prefers to keep your relationship private, but you're pretty sure the cat is well and truly out of the bag now, and you really want to kiss your absolutely adorable boyfriend.

Jason, who is always powerless against your kisses, melts into you, barely noticing Stephanie's outraged squawking.

You're quick to shove the blonde out the door, locking it before she can barge her way back in, never once pulling away from Jason.

Though you've been together romantically for a while now, he's still unused to your touch, to how gently you cradle him with calloused, war-torn hands.

"You know they're going to be even more insufferable once Steph blabs right?"

"Hmm, don't care, just wanna show everyone how much I love you." The sincerity in your words nearly stops his heart, but not as much as it pounds against his chest when you pick him up, pinning him to your bed.

"But let's not think about them any longer, yeah?" He nods, anything you wanted, he'd give it to you.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

OFFERINGS

poly!adult!yellowjackets x fem!reader

NSFW! you try to blackmail them for money, but end up with them on your doorstep, and they’re ready to kill you until they realize who you are. the anons were going to smite me down if i didn’t write this, so enjoy :) toxic weirdo shit in this fic so consider this your formal warning. AU where lottie still has her wellness center bc miss cult leader deserves to be happy. also misty is mentioned in this fic but she doesn’t get busy bc in my head she’s ace and possibly aro and I have to follow that.

“You should go,” Lottie says, pulling on a robe. “You’ll be late for work.”

In theory, you could stay for another hour or so, if this wasn’t all so transactional — but you know she doesn’t like the idea of anyone seeing you sneaking away out of her cabin in the mornings, so she sends you away at dawn. If she had more self control, she would have you out before that — but the nights you come over to the wellness center are the only nights Lottie allows herself to really be free, and the two of you usually end up drinking or smoking something so potent that you don’t remember making it into bed together in the first place.

And most of the time, Natalie is no help — she hasn’t been ever since she and Lottie started dating, and you started coming over to be shared between them.

You don’t know how Lottie still manages to function at such an early hour afterwards, and every time, while Natalie sleeps in. If it were up to you, you’d take a full day of recovery. Instead you are on the road driving at sunrise back to your apartment, so that you can change and look somewhat presentable at work in a few hours.

You don’t feel bad about the letter you slipped into their mailbox this time. You should, but you don’t — and you don’t regret sending variations of the same to the rest of the Yellowjackets, because all of them are wealthier than you, and even if you were to receive double the amount of money you were blackmailing them for, it wouldn’t put financial strain on them at all. And now, above all, you need extra money — the current financial landscape makes it nearly impossible to get a job that pays well enough for you to live comfortably.

While you’re driving, your phone starts to ring. The caller ID surprises you with Shauna Sadecki.

“I need you to stop by the house,” she says as soon as you pick up. “It’s important.”

You haven’t spoken to Shauna in a long time. You’re older than her daughter by a long shot, but your families are familiar since your younger sister has been best friends with Callie since she started high school and you were already in college. “Is everything okay?”

“I know you sell Callie weed,” Shauna states.

That’s new. It’s not true, either — not really. “I don’t sell your daughter weed.”

“You give it to someone who gives it to someone who gives it to her,” Shauna sighs. You can’t deny that. “I don’t mind. But she’s run out, and I… I’m going through some shit, and I need you to stop by with your magic shit.”

__

Shauna lights the first joint in front of you. She savors the smoke, closing her eyes for a moment as new calmness sweeps over her features.

“Is everything alright?” You ask. Out of the corner of your eye you see the envelope you sent.

She opens her eyes and unpromptedly glances down at the envelope before turning to look out the kitchen window. “Everything’s fine.”

You nod, clearing your throat awkwardly and pocketing the money she hands you.

“What about you?” Shauna asks. “Haven’t seen you in a long time. Your sister still comes over at least three times a week, though.”

“I’ve been working,” you say carefully, but with the necessary authority in your voice to make your tasks sound big and important.

“On this enterprise you’ve got?” Shauna looks down at everything she bought from you.

“And other things,” you shake your head.

“So mysterious,” she mocks you. “Well, good luck with all of your… other things.”

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“Hey,” Taissa sits down on the couch next to Van. She hands her the letter. “This was in the mailbox today.”

“What is it?” Van looks up from the box of tapes she had been sorting through.

“Open it.”

Van opens the envelope and reads what lies inside. When she’s done she closes the envelope and rips it in half.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s bullshit,” Van shrugs. “No one’s going to expose anything we did. No one knows anything.”

Taissa shakes her head. “Should we really take that chance, though?”

Van hesitates. “What would we do, anyway? I’m not giving anyone money.”

“Maybe we don’t have to. We could—”

“We’re not killing anyone, either,” Van interrupts, and even though her concern dissipates a bit when Taissa grabs her hand, she is stern.

“I’m going to call Misty,” Taissa decides. “If anyone knows what to do with a blackmailer, it’s that crazy bitch.”

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Your next stop was a test of luck.

You had a growing suspicion that Melissa, a woman that was meant to be long dead, was living the suburban dream instead of rotting in a grave. You had done some deep diving on what really happened to the Yellowjackets, and some conspiracies you found online matched with some other research — and a few things Lottie and Nat said when you were unreasonably high with them one night — led you to locate Melissa alive and well in a new house with a new name and a wife that just so happened to be the daughter of a researcher killed in the wilderness.

You’ve driven by the house a few times now to make sure no one’s home. The only car left about half an hour ago, and from what you could gather it was the whole family that had left.

The final envelope rests in your hands. It will be simple to walk it up to the mailbox, you’re parked a ways down the street so that no one suspects you, but you’re still wrought with apprehension.

The mailbox, instead of being placed at the end of the street, is a drop box attached to the house next to the front door. It’s closer than you want to be to the house even with no one inside, but you gather your courage and try to act natural for anyone watching as you go up the front steps to occupy the porch.

You reach for the mailbox, but before you can slip the envelope inside, the front door swings open.

Shauna Sadecki meets your eyes. “You need to go.”

You pause, clutching the envelope. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Shauna tightens her grip on a knife in her left hand. Then, she sees the envelope you hold, and recognition sweeps over her face. “What’s that?”

You don’t have time to answer. She rips it out of your hands and opens it, scanning over the letter within.

Shauna looks back up at you. “You fucking bitch.”

Another voice sounds from inside. “Who is it?”

Melissa joins Shauna in the doorway. There’s no doubt that it’s her, with the same quiet sureness that you remember from pictures of her taken forever ago. And if a resemblance to her past self wasn’t enough, she still wears that backwards fucking hat.

Melissa steals the letter from Shauna. “What is this?”

Shauna looks hesitant to say, guilty even. She speaks quietly, but you hear the fury in her voice. “She’s trying to blackmail us.”

Melissa crumples up the paper and faces Shauna. “So it wasn’t me.”

Shauna doesn’t meet her eyes.

“You thought it was Melissa?” You look between them and your gaze settles on Shauna’s knife. “Did you come here to…”

“And now it’s you,” Shauna pulls you inside and shuts the door. She points her knife at you, guiding you to go stand over by the fireplace. “You’re going to stay there until we decide what to do with you.”

You’re fucked — and the horrible thing is that you don’t really mind. You stand with Shauna Sadecki pointing a knife straight at your heart and while you are afraid, you embrace it. You have lived such an existence of monotony that part of you wants to take a step forward to find out what the point of the blade feels like against your chest, to see if she will drive it in the rest of the way. You want the intensity of her gaze pointed at you just as sharply, you want to bear her scorn.

“The rest are on their way,” Shauna says, coming closer. “Lottie, Natalie… What do you think they will do when they find out it’s been you behind this all along?”

You’re not sure how she knows. You’ve been discreet with your visits to the wellness center.

Shauna toys with the knife in her hands, glancing down at the paper Melissa holds. “Hand-delivering a blackmail threat. I didn’t think you were that stupid.”

You didn’t think any of it through. Your desperation had gotten the better of you and maybe, in the back of your mind, you had wanted to get caught. You wanted to feel powerful and in some way prove your defiance of the usual system of money honestly earned and a world where only the rich have the privilege of disobedience. You wanted to be caught and somehow praised for it.

You find no praise here. Death watches you.

“We could have you arrested,” Melissa stalks over. You realize she carries a knife now, too. “You could be fined, you could be put in prison… you wouldn’t survive it.”

You wouldn’t. You don’t know if you’ll survive this.

You hear a car pulling into the driveway. You stay still, even when Shauna lowers the knife and lets in the rest of the Yellowjackets.

They come inside one by one and suddenly you recall every horrible tale you’ve ever heard about their time in the wilderness. You remember the stories that they ate their own teammates, that they used to make sacrifices to an unnamed spirit and hope for salvation that was never truly received.

Lottie comes in first, and she is the first to notice you. She looks between you, Shauna, and Melissa, confusion etched into her features. “What’s going on?”

Shauna waits until the rest of them are inside before pointing the knife at you again. “It wasn’t Melissa. It was her.”

Lottie exchanges a look with Natalie, who stands at her side with the same look of surprise. Then Lottie approaches Shauna and grabs for the blade in her hand.

Shauna doesn’t let go. She looks up at her defiantly and a silent communication passes between the two of them that causes the rest of the room to fall silent.

Shauna lets go of the knife.

You take a step back instinctively when Lottie approaches with the knife. You can’t meet her eyes, not even when she steps so close to you that you can feel her breath on your neck when she leans slightly and speaks in a volume only you are meant to hear. “You spent so many nights with Nat and I, we thought you were ours, and you did this…”

“I needed money,” you say quietly.

“I would have given you money, love. All you had to do was ask,” Lottie moves back half a step and trails the knife down to the hollow of your throat. Greater authority comes into her voice. “There are three ways out of this for you. The first is you leave, you leave and for your own good we never see or hear from you again. The second way is that you give us something in return, a repentance. You give us an appeasement and we all carry on like we used to. And the third way…” Lottie lifts your chin with the flat side of the knife. You meet her eyes, and you understand her implication, that in the third way your blood is spilled for It and everything you read about the Yellowjackets becomes true. “What will it be?”

Your breath catches in your throat and for a moment you can barely breathe as you acclimate to the feeling of the knife, but you’ve already made up your mind. You don’t want to die, and you don’t want to leave. You want them. You want to beg for their forgiveness. “The second way.”

“The second way,” Lottie repeats, removing the knife and stepping behind you, circling you. “What will you give us?”

“Anything you want.”

She stops in front of you. “That’s not how offerings work. You don’t ask, you give.”

You hesitate. You know what you want to give, you know what she wants you to give, but you’re not sure if anyone else shares the same idea.

“You can pick a different answer if you’d like,” Lottie says casually, like she’s not offering isolation or death, “but you have to decide now.”

You have known what you’ve wanted since you started all of this, even if you never fully admitted to it. So there is no fear or regret or horror living in you when you step up to her and kiss her. Her arms slide around you, one hand pulling at your hair and driving you closer to her. You hear the metallic clink of the knife dropping to the floor.

Someone else is behind you now, pressing up against your back. You can tell instantly that it’s Nat — you have been down this road before. She reaches for your shirt, greedily pulling it over your head before latching onto your neck and sucking angry marks onto your skin. Her nails dig into your sides, and you moan when she pulls you closer back against her.

Lottie is pulled away from you by Melissa, who isn’t so apt to share you. You run your hands along the defined muscles of her shoulders as she kisses you, and you gasp when she tugs you forward and leads you into the bedroom. She gets impatient before you can reach the bed, instead shoving you back up against the wall.

She’s about to get on her knees in front of you when Shauna pushes her away.

You meet Shauna’s eyes for a moment. You both know that this will not leave you after, that the way your families have been innocently entwined will be poisoned. But she shoves her fingers into your mouth and you suck on them anyway. And you let her, and again Natalie who has returned, leads you over to the bed.

It’s Taissa and Van, though, who pin you down onto it. Taissa doesn’t let you watch the rest of them caught up in each other kissing and sucking and moaning, and Van takes over and straddles you once the two of them have rid you of the rest of your clothes. She leans down, shifting to suck at your collarbones, moaning against your skin.

“So beautiful, isn’t she?” Taissa agrees, hand trailing against your jaw as she looks just as far gone at the sight of you beneath her girlfriend. She speaks about you like you can’t hear. “She’ll look so gorgeous when she cums for us.”

Lottie joins you on the bed. She looks down at Van with something akin to annoyance. “Let me have her.”

“You’ve already had your turn.”

“No,” Lottie argues, but her protests are silenced when Nat comes over and pulls her against her, and for the moment she’s satisfied. And you’re happy with the solution too, every inch of you burning with need for them with Van settling between your legs as you watch Natalie pull Lottie’s dress down and slide a hand down to rub at her clit. You moan at the sight, and the two of them notice, Lottie’s gaze a heavy pressure on you until Nat slides two fingers inside of her and Lottie throws her head back against the other woman’s shoulder.

At the same time, Van licks through your folds, tongue sliding lazily over your clit. You gasp and Taissa leans down to kiss you, and somewhere close you hear Shauna’s whispered praise to you and Melissa moaning as god-knows-who is touching her.

It’s building quickly, the heat between your thighs that’s growing into something so fervent and agonizingly intense that the moans that escape you are embarrassing, and the speed at which they’ve taken you to the edge of release even more.

“Watch her, she’s so close,” you hear Natalie whisper to Lottie. “Watch her cum from seeing us.”

Van sucks your clit into her mouth, working her fingers inside of you, your wetness coating her chin and hand. And then Taissa straddles your face, lowering herself down onto your mouth, and your hands are shaking as you pull her closer and start to lick through her wetness.

Someone pulls Van away from you — Shauna.

“Don’t let her cum yet,” she orders. “Not until the rest of us have.”

im on my period btw and everyone needs to know because i am very angry about it. wrote this on my typewriter bluetooth keyboard like a true gangster of irredeemable sin, a glutton of tickled toes and one jolly fellow of olden days. comment/reblog if you enjoyed :)

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[ysaefinn]

actually wanted to send an ask for a while but you need it now so...

VALE, MAKE MORE WOLF!SUGURU AND LAMB!READER CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRS 🛐🛐

DEAEST ANON MY SAVIOR!!! I plan i plan i plan to expand on this and turn it into a fic but for now i will be dropping some lore.

As previously mentioned, he's very subservient and overprotective and literally thinks he was placed on this planet to serve and protect you. He really does wholeheartedly believe that you're the purest life form there is and understands that you're capable and clever, but he's so desperate to be of use to you. Is actually restless if he's not doing things for you.

He somehow manages to balance between seeing you as this precious devine entity in need of constant servitude and also respecting the shit out of you??? He's pretty fucking weird icl 😭😭

I have this wip of an idea that the whole meeting happened when you left your flock and wandered into the forest as it's something you do quiet often (not very approved of by your peers, but i want lamb!reader to be a powerful independent presence) and he catches a glimpse of you and is immediately intrigued lol, his infatuation only grows when he approaches you and you completely shut down his attempts for a conversation, you came here to be alone remember? You stay on his mind long after you return back home and he is left to wonder when you'll be back.

I feel like you wouldn't pay any mind to him at first. He'll have to work for your attention, lmaoo, but when you do, eventually get together (it starts with you visiting him in the forest more often and even staying at his own place) or even just reciprocate a fraction of his feelings, he goes apeshit and probably oversteps 😭😭 like an overprotective mother he starts INSISTING you stay at his house so he could take care of you better and sleep well, catches bunnies for you and crashes out when you refuse to let him hand feed you what he cooked, will be placing both of ur food portions in the same plate<- this is a fixation of his, coaxes you to sleep in his arms, the whole overbearing husband experience, he's very clingy and doting tbh, he really wants to tend to you. Also he's obsessed with your ears.

You could try to ghost him, but he would definitely just destroy your reputation to have you return to him, starts to show up on front of your home like a crazy ex and gives everyone else a heart attack, eventually the other lambs associate you two together and choose to "sacrifice you" to the vicious beast in the forest. That way, in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. This way you have nowhere else to go. You'll have to let him tend to you properly.

He will whimper and pout like a puppy when you freak out on him about it, bcuz really he doesn't wnat to upset you ever, but he sees this as necessary evil or some form of tough love? but really, what can you do? At the end of the day, he's the only person who doesn't think you're a bad Oman.

[vampyrvia]

Does Mike want a girlfriend? If yes or no, how would he treat her if he would have one? (Sorry I didn't specify who earlier.)

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT !!! michael is back everybody. daddy's home

ANYWAY!!

If we're talking post-scoop, I imagine he'd be deprived of love. Whether it be parental, friendship or romantic; he'd wish for someone to be by his side but would he ever admit to that? Absolutely fuckin' not.

He has a mission to accomplish, anyway. No time for things like this, right?

But, hypothetically, if it ever did come down to this; I imagine he'd be very old fashioned. Both because he's born in the what, 1970s? And because he simply believes his s/o should get the best treatment possible.

I'm talking flowers at your doorstep, breakfast in bed (maybe a little burnt, but-), cleaning the house when you're tired, taking care of you when you're sick. All while forgetting to take care of himself, most importantly.

Let's not forget all the sweet petnames he'd use— darling, dearest, my love, doll..

But hey- he's a corpse. Not like there's much to take care of. Physically, at least.

Maybe you'd just need to remind him to at least spray on some cologne when he's in the house.

He'd have trouble believing your "I love you"'s, but if you're patient with him, eventually he'll fully accept your love, and learn to love himself through you.

<3

[bkchaos]

Can i kiss your majin plz ? he's pretty

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - Sneakers, Part One

Thanks to Anon for the request, more sneakers to come in a few days!

Part Two Part Three Part Four

[anextrapart]

how can u ship taggie and rupert he's such an ass to her at the dinner party and way too old for her

1. like this:

2. scientists recently discovered that the only way to have meaningful character development is to start characters in a position to develop from

3. almost everyone takes taggie for granted and/or belittles her, meanwhile this handsome buffoon not only sincerely apologizes for being a complete shit once he understands how much he's hurt her (a novelty for her) but also moving forward from that he SEES her and her worth and her struggles and actively supports and encourages her as the grown-ass adult she is

4. aforementioned buffoon is moving (slowly) towards being a better man not in a calculated attempt to get with taggie but simply because her good opinion matters so much that he can't stand how it feels when she's disappointed in him

5. bestie listen it's about the Y E A R N I N G they shall never be together because of The Reasons!!!

6. why would you ask me, an unrepentant age-gap enjoyer, this?

7. it's fiction

8. hope you manage to get your family out of star wars

[great-god-bugs]

May you do sunflower dreamboat as bugs please?

The sunflower dreambugs~

Might need to stay around and listen to their music more, who knows what groovy tunes they could be playing next

[blondeaxolotl]

for you, for listening to me yap (and bc im trying to get a handle on writing jamil so i can write my jamikali fic)--🧣anon

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Jamil stepped carefully into the eerily-lit cafeteria, his ghostly escorts brushing past his silver-clad sleeves. The tables were elaborately set up, candles ablaze with blue fire and lace-like tablecloth made of…Sevens, were those cobwebs? 

Jamil squared his shoulders, expression falling from charming and poised to momentarily panicked, before settling on placid and serene. 

And yeah, Ortho might nuke Night Raven College. And okay, yes, his doing so would eradicate all student life on campus, Jamil included. But, it would also take out any and all possible spiders, he was sure of it.

So he turned around and walked right out. 

Or well, he tried anyway. But the moment he shifted, the wispy forms of the phantom guard solidified behind him, the temperature dropping a couple more degrees, and Jamil could feel himself going lethargic, could feel his cold blood start to flow a bit more sluggishly, the usual sharpness of his senses dulled by the frigid air. 

He did not yet see her, the reason he was here, in the NRC cafeteria, but he felt her. He felt her in the bowed heads of his ghostly escorts, in the way he could hear Idia squeak in panic, and in the sensation of cool fingertips as they traced his cheek. 

Fighting off the urge to shiver, he pulled himself together, eyes sharpening as she finally came into focus. Most brides wore veils of tulle and chiffon, but she? She was veiled in death and beauty.  

She was a grotesque amalgamation of bone and skin. She was an ethereal figure of lace and elegance. Sorrow and determination. Haughtiness and anger. 

The enchanted ring sat heavy in his pocket, and the weight of his duty lay heavy on his shoulders. 

Jamil adjusted his cuffs, giving a practiced smile as he stepped towards her. His movements graceful and deliberate, his gaze steady. He’d spent his whole life smiling and playing along to the wealthy, anticipating their needs and acting accordingly. What was one princess to the hordes of elite he’d been serving since childhood? 

He was ready. 

And then, as if on cue, a voice called out from the frozen lineup of suitors to his left.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, Sea Snake?”

Jamil faltered mid-step, before moving on, ignoring the voice as he dropped to a knee in front of the specter floating in front of him. 

He knew exactly who that voice belonged to without having to turn and look. He sighed, exasperated, but kept his composure. He could apologize later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Your Highness,” he said, looking up at the dead royal, “I apologize for the interruption, I know it is most uncouth, to intrude on a Lady on her wedding day, but I just had to express my love for you. I think you’re the loveliest Princess that has ever existed, and no one will ever be able to compare-”

“He’s lying! Sea Snake’s a liar!” 

Jamil’s eyes slid over to the left, where Floyd Leech’s frozen form twitched slightly, his body held in an exaggerated position of bored disinterest. Floyd’s mismatched eyes were gleaming with the playful malice Jamil was all too familiar with.

“A liar? For thinking I’m beautiful? How dare-”

Jamil tuned out the ghost princess, locking eyes with his boyfriend instead. 

Stop, his eyes said, just let me handle it so we can get this over with.

No, Floyd’s expression said, I will not. 

Jamil winced, mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be focused. This wasn't the time for Floyd’s antics, but, as the eel merman was already turning over to the still yelling bride-to-be, it was clear that was never going to happen.

“Hey lady! Shut up already! You talk too much, it’s annoying.” 

The lady in question swelled in rage, her face taking on a bluer-hue as she rose higher in the air, her personal guard floating up with her, desperate to calm her down. The princess shrugged off the soothing hands of her loyal soldier, shrieking as she flew straight down to Floyd’s frozen form and delivered a loud, painful smack. 

“How DARE you speak to a Princess that way? How dare you raise your voice to me, you vulgar, lowly, impudent reject! Why, I should–” 

“Your highness, please,” Jamil hastily spoke, quickly stepping in between the angry princess and his angrier boyfriend, “ignore him.”  

He kept his wary eyes trained on the princess’s still raised hand. “Don’t listen to him, really,” he laughed, forced and strained as he sent a subtle kick to Floyd’s leg, “I meant every word I said.”

“No, you didn’t.” 

Floyd’s voice dripped with annoyance, as though Jamil had made a grievous error.

“Floyd,” Jamil hisseed, trying to keep the edge of stressed out desperation free of his voice. “I’m just here to do my part, okay? I’m just putting the ring on her finger, like Crowley asked. I’m trying to save everyone, including you—”

“Yeah, save everyone,” Floyd interrupted with a scoff. “Except me.” He let out a dramatic sigh, eyes narrowed in a mixture of mock jealousy and irritation. “What, you think you’re just gonna be cheating on me? In front of me?”

“Floyd, you literally didn’t care at all when it was your turn,” Jamil pointed out, all thoughts of the princess gone as he turned around to face Floyd.

He motioned wildly to the still-frozen suitors, and then to Floyd himself as is to prove his point . “You outright pissed her off on purpose. You didn’t even try to woo her. You didn’t even let Jade pull it off! If he had I wouldn’t be here!”

“Oh, yeah? So, I should be more like you?” Floyd’s voice shifted to a high-pitched mockery. “Playing the perfect prince with your pretty boy act and everything?”

Jamil rolls his eyes but, despite his best efforts to remain calm, couldn’t help but mutter fondly, “You’re impossible…”

“You’re my boyfriend,” Floyd continued, his voice louder now and laced with possessive glee. “So why are you over here trying to impress some ghost bride? Huh? You think she’s got better charm than me?”

The ghost bride watched this exchange with steadily escalating fury, her pale blue eyes narrowing in disgust at the absolute mockery of love playing out in front of her. How dare these fakes, these imposters of princely perfection come forth and profess their most ardent desire to wed her, to be her most beloved groom, only to turn around and trade impassioned declarations of love with one another? She reevaluated the one she had smacked twice already–he at least, was honest in his disinterest. The one with the pretty braids though, had to go. Her beloved Prince Idia would never. 

She floated closer as her latest suitor straightened his back, his striking eyes still settled on the one with the teal hair. “Floyd, you were in the lineup before me. Don’t act like I’m the one who started this whole mess. I'm trying to end it. Can you at least let me do that?"

The teal-haired one, Floyd, caught Eliza’s approaching figure, and he smiled, pointed teeth on display. "Yeah, well," he huffed, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "I guess I can, but then, it’s not up to me, is it Sea Snake?"

Jamil stiffened, the sensation of ghostly fingers brushing through his hair reminding him that he wasn’t alone, and hadn’t been the entire time he had been pulled into an argument with Floyd. 

The sound of a sharp slap cut through the air, Jamil freezing in place just like the others. His body went rigid, but his eyes still burned with frustration.

Floyd’s voice rang out in his usual smug, teasing manner, as if nothing had happened. “Oops. Looks like I won this round. So, Jamil... when are we going to stop pretending like you’re actually going to woo anyone else?”

Jamil’s eyes narrowed, a little fire behind his otherwise calm expression. “You seem to forget Floyd, but I wasn’t the one who sabotaged everything before.”

Floyd gave a small, almost bored, shrug in response. “I didn’t need to win her over. She wasn’t my type. You, on the other hand...”

There was a pause, then. “I’m just trying to save you, Floyd.”

"Mm, sure," Floyd’s voice dipped, sounding too satisfied for Jamil’s liking. "But I’m not sure I’m too thrilled about Sea Snake trying to impress anyone else. Especially not her."

"You're impossible," Jamil muttered again, his voice barely a whisper.

“You mad about it?” 

Jamil shifted as much as he could in his frozen state, flexing his neck as he once-more took in the cold that was settling in as the ghostly wedding continued to assemble. Now that he had no mission to complete and the adrenaline had long since left, he could feel the urge to fall into a deep sleep once again creeping up on him. 

He blinked slowly, taking in the mismatched eyes that were staring into his own. “I suppose there are worse ways to go,” he mumbled through a tired yawn, “then falling asleep to the sight of your eyes.” 

Floyd snickered in delight, and Jamil smiled. It was real and not at all like any of the smiled he had flashed for the princess. “I mean,” and now Jamil was really fighting sleep, his eyelids growing heavier with each degree the temperature seemed to drop, but he was determined to put a matching smile on Floyd’s face, “could you imagine, if I was stuck staring into Jade’s? The horror.” 

And Floyd was laughing now, pointy teeth on display once more, and Jamil fell asleep to his favorite smile and favorite sound, the feeling of something long and lean kicking slowly at his legs.

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im not too pleased with it. i feel like if it happened the other NRC boys would not hold back from their heckling. but i hope you enjoyed it!

JUMPING BACK AND FORTH ONTO THE WALLS, I LOVEEEE THISSS SM. Floyd has no chill, literally if this was like a end of the world situation where Jamil had to woo someone into not nuking the world, Floyd would just hit the nuke with a hammer without hesitation instead of witnessing Jamil get with someone in order to save everyone. "Taking everyone down with me" ahhh

WAAAAGG this was a great way to start my morning I'm absolutely in love with this.. Thank you for using my inbox for a fanfic dump I AM HONOURED. But also whole time I was reading it I was just thinking about the brides reaction to just witnessing flojami argue in front of her.. just pure what the fuck

Jamil, you had it all perfectly but unfortunately your eel boyfriend would rather die than witness you rizz up the ghost bride in front of him 😭😭

[junkissed]

need to ride jun's abs so bad this isn't funny anymore . 💤

i soooo get you but also... what if you were riding jun's cock and right before you're about to cum he lifts your hips off of him and ruins your orgasm and instead makes you ride his abs and you have to cum from that before he'll let you have his cock again. honestly i think he would be just as into ab riding as you are, if not more (and trust me i am very into ab riding). it gives him a rush knowing you can easily get off merely by grinding against his stomach. he would hold onto your hips so tightly and drag your pussy back and forth, making sure your clit touches every single ridge of his toned abs. he would tense the muscles so it would give you something nice and hard to grind against and the entire time he would be praising you at how well you ride him (but also at the same time lowkey bragging about how good his abs are; we've seen his lives lolol and we know he loves to tease us about his abs). "does that feel good, sweetheart? which do you like more, riding my abs or riding my cock? silly question- i know it's a tough choice, baby. you want both. and i'll let you have both, if you keep being such a good girl and cum all over my abs. then you can have my cock, hm?" and then when you do finally cum, he'd make you move so you can see the trail of wetness you've left all over his body and he'd coo about how you're always so wet and beautiful and desperate for him. and only then he would let you ride his cock again

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari, do you have any shoko headcanons you want to share with us?

SHOKO HCS !!!!!!! my wife ….. i do i do ………. this is more of a character analysis maybe but ;;;;;;

shoko is very similar to stsg in many ways. one of them being her brand of loserism …….. just like them she appears very cool and nonchalant at first glance, a charming stranger that keeps catching your eye from across the room ……. i think she has a very particular allure. pale skin and long coats and half-smoked cigarettes and a barely-there kind of smile. radiates the kind of energy that makes you go ’i could fix her’. BUT once you actually get to know her that mysterious charm gets dashed to bits because i do think she is a loser …… a wet cat of a lover. if she falls for you i don’t think she ever falls out .

she is sooooo emotionally repressed and detached but she loves you very deeply and steadily ……… touch is something kind of foreign to her but she’s pretty clingy with you . or more like she wants you to he clingy with her so she doesn’t have to initiate…. i think she melts whenever you link arms. loves feeling like she’s safeguarding you somehow (sashisu all share this trait). basically !!!!!!! she is a bit awkward when it comes to love . a bit of a mess. but she’ll stay with you through thick and thin — that’s the easiest way for her to show her love for you . she has a lot of love to give but you’ll have to get used to her emotional constipation and occasional withdrawal

[blighted-lights]

I want to know your thoughts on an opinion I have. I really hated part of that scene where Megatron and Ravage are talking and Megatron is like, you've seen the worst of the Decepticons. Want to join me? And I really hate this because shouldn't Ravage, as this ultra-loyal Megatron follower and skilled operative, BE and EMBODY the worst of the Decepticons, along with Megatron himself? Was she not there, totally endorsing Megatron back when Megatron was personally training the DJD to be the way they are, something he literally mentioned having done like, one issue before extending this offer?

hiii nonnie!!! thank you so much for the ask!

and i agree, the dialogue in that scene does kind of fit strangely, especially with the assumption that ravage has been close to high command and would theoretically already have seen much of the "worst" parts of the decepticon cause- whether that be the djd themselves, the camps like grindcore, the k-class, the six phasers, the abuse megatron dolls out to the other decepticons, or the genocides of billions of organics. the implication that this is suddenly ravage's first time witnessing the "dark parts" of the decepticon cause IS jarring, especially considering that ravage seems to be completely oblivious to the djd before this arc. to the point where ravage can't even identity the djd's scent on the split lost light, or even recognize the djd's handiwork.

when faced with the bodies left behind on the split lost light, THIS is ravage's reaction:

she's got no idea who did this! none!

as for ravage's opinions on the formation of the djd, i'm kind of split on this. we have zero information on who was involved in the djd's training, who supported it, ect. we have zero proof that ravage was supportive of the djd or even how much she actually knows about them or what they do, and given her reaction above and willingness to distance herself from the rest of the decepticons after witnessing it, i'd argue that she wasn't endorsing him. ravage isn't unaware of the fact that megatron has fucked up- we see her admit this in their first scene together.

ravage calls him a tyrant outright, references what she generously refers to as his "wobbles". she has a very idolized view of him, but it doesn't prevent her from being able to see that he has fucked up. she's just willing to look past his fuck-ups in favor of the idolized version of him she has in her head.

and it is somewhat difficult to pinpoint when this undying loyalty to megatron even started meta-wise, as ravage in prior comics shows no special interest or loyalty to megatron whatsoever. before mtmte, it's always been soundwave she looked to- not megatron. and the megatron ravage endorsed would be a pre-war/early megatron, anyways- long before the formation of the djd. given her reaction to the djd, i VERY much doubt she was in any way supportive of its formation or its practices. but what could she do about it? ravage doesn't have as much agency in comparison to those like soundwave and starscream. none of the cassettes do. though that is a whole different post worth of meta.

BUT! you're fully right. ravage isn't exempt from taking part in what the decepticons have done. i think her role is far more limited than the other big names we know, but it's not like she was kicking her feet off to the sidelines, lol. just because the people around her did much worse doesn't negate the fact that she was just as guilty in the things she was a part of.

this kind of got away from me, but yeah! i agree that the wording in that scene was somewhat odd and this shouldn't of been the first time ravage was faced with the dark parts of the decepticons. UNLESS. these "darker parts" were, for some reason, intentionally kept hidden from ravage in fear that she would leave the decepticons if she knew, which is what we see her do in mtmte. but that feels really unlikely. i really don't think ravage was some big supporter of the djd either, nor would she endorse it or megatron while creating it, but there IS a fair bit of hand-waving ravage does when it comes to what megatron and the decepticons have done in the past. though... that's kinda on-par for mtmte lmao

[bittsandpieces]

is it weird that as a guy i want more dom partners after only dating subs or pillow princess. Idk if its right to want that tho

you can do whatever you want forever, babe. dominance and submission don't have any inherent ties to gender, plenty of guys want to sub or switch and that's a lovely thing!!! I love submissive and switchy men I think they're hot as fuck

[ghostlyeris]

may I provide a penny for your Inkblade thoughts? the people have to know!

absolutely anon! i don't have a full analysis since i'm waiting for part 2 of the finale to drop before i make one (still holding out hope for that rat grinder revivication) so instead have some headcanons while we all wait for the finale together

the crush was absolutely real. freshman year oisín thought adaine was the coolest thing since sliced bread but was always too nervous to talk to her. post shatterstar, that crush got warped into bitter resentment over adaine never noticing him, but somewhere deep down he still just wants her to think hes cool

the first person adaine went to talk to her new crush about was riz, hence his deep hatred for oisín, a dude he's never talked to. riz was super supportive, albeit a little uncomfortable, and as soon as adaine turned away he started crafting an intricate revenge plot in case oisín ever broke adaine heart. he's disappointed, but not surprised, that he has to use it

part of the reason adaine was so hurt about the heel-turn was the fact that this crush actually made her feel normal for once. sprinkling in some of my aroace adaine agenda, but for the first time ever she thought she found someone that could actually make her feel something romantic, the way a "proper" high schooler should. unsurprisingly, after this is all over, adaine goes back to riz to talk about it

the little apology in the cafeteria was genuine. oisín wasn't going to at first, but when he overheard adaine defending him despite having no reason to do so, something other than rage and resentment broke through for the first time in a while. he wasn't just apologizing for the cafeteria, but for everything he had already done and was about to do

aaaaaaand if oisín survives, their senior year is TENSE. adaine is hurt, and even though oisín apologized at the end of junior year, she's still on guard around him, waiting for everything to be another big joke on her yet again. oisín on the other hand still has that crush, and is doing his damnedest to give her the space she needs while also doing his best to make up for everything he did

[oswaldthatendswald]

Doffy defending Rosi from bullies or bullying the bullies.

Context: this post.

This was supposed to be a tidbit but I accidentally wrote a whole oneshot. Thanks for the prompt!

[gingiekittycat]

Hi! Love your fics so much thanks for writing and feeding us!!!

Do you have advice for writing GO fics?

(no pressure to answer)

Thanks anon! I'm happy you like my fics 💜

As for advice... Wow! Do you mean any advice at all, in general? I'm trying to think of things that would be specific to the Good Omens fandom and not just to all fanfic, but I'm having a hard time thinking of something.

So how about just some things I do when I'm writing a GO fic?

Rewatch the source material (even if it's just 5 minutes every few chapters or so, to remind myself of how the characters sound)

Vocalize dialogue to make sure it flows OK (and yes sometimes I do the accents, though not very well, heh). I try to visualize the characters saying it while vocalizing. The looks on their faces, their mannerisms. (I uh, don't do this for the sex scenes though... The vocalizing part anyway)

Use my own personal religious trauma as a jumping off point to really get into the characters' heads (haha) (*cries in ex-catholic*)

Also, if you haven't already, read the original novel! (Please do this even if you don't write fic, you will get SO much more out of the show by reading the book. Plus, you know. The book is fucking brilliant.)

Maybe my followers have some more advice too?