#and also not like. an objective upgrade

[snafubravado]

ARTISTS OF TUMBLR

i have an question for you because i'm very curious

NO NUANCE BUTTON please answer with your PRIMARY drawing tablet if you use multiple thankies

[musubiki]

some brainstorming ideas ive had for a while on what cocos power can actually do

[mymarifae]

i love and hate how prsk pulls out all the stops every anniversary. i haven't slept properly in like 6 days because there is just so much new stuff. for me to look at. with my eyes. and my kids are all grown up now and i'm fucking inconsolable

[panb1mbo]

my mommy made me mad so i read that bitch to filth took a xanax without debating myself about really needing it and now i'm waiting for that shit to knock me the hell out while drinking a coke and eating dark chocolate bc it makes me happy and it helps with my pms. oooo adulting. funny, cause my mom would lose it and say i'm letting the mental illness win or some weird ableist shit like that, if she knew this is what i'm not calling her back for. oh and i am also binging bluey until the manufactured sleep wins. if anyone cares.

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

i think what rubs me the wrong way about totk the more i play it is the fact that the game actively encourages a completionist playstyle (esp in comparison to botw) even though playing it in that way is absolutely a miserable experience

[adiluv-moved]

y'all my phone just stopped charging </3 literally almost been five years with it but now it's finally starting to give up ໒꒰ྀི๑•́ -•̀꒱ྀི১

[eggcats]

(separating this into its own post bc I need the validation of the radiostatic enjoyers)

Alastor absolutely believes that everyone else ALSO thinks that Vox is the most charming and attractive demon in hell, it's just an objective fact - just like how Vox is an annoying clout-chaser constantly trying to upgrade himself towards more and more validation

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Like imagine, for whatever reason, Vox is at the hotel and he's bitching about Valentino, and Alastor is nearby because he doesn't like or trust Vox alone in HIS hotel.

Vox: And then the fucker said that he only sleeps with 10s AND Vox! That absolute bitch, how DARE he?! After everything we've built!

Alastor, confused: The distinction makes sense. I fail to see how THIS is the thing you take fault with, considering everything else lacking in the moth.

Vox, mortally offended that his rival-crush ALSO thinks he's ugly and trying to pretend he doesn't care about it: uh, FUCK YOU?!

Alastor, now both confused and offended: If he included you in the scale, no one else would rate a 10? Although I suppose it is true about what they say about television rotting the brain, if your offense is taken at a rare show of consideration and NOT the publicized and continuous cheating. Ha ha!

Vox is so caught off guard that his screen immediately glitches, and it's not until he does a full system reboot that he can even RESPOND to what Alastor just said.

Alastor is making fun of his flimsy technology when Vox comes to.

Angel is cracking up in the background, watching this entire thing go down.

Vox has no idea where to go from here.

[6okuto]

bf headcanons for tsukki pls?

TSUKISHIMA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader | happy birthday tsukki...🫶🫶

king of saying "no" when you ask for a favour while doing it. you'll ask him to pass your glass of water and he'll say no but, without even looking, slide it to you

(risky) umbrella holder. like he Will hold it for the both of you, but he'll move away from and taunt you if you try to annoy him sometimes

^ likes it when you help dry his hair once you both get inside but he doesn't say that. though he doesn't really have to when he's falling asleep while you comb your hands through his hair

remembers if you have meds to take, an appointment coming up, etc. usually won't just bring it up to check with you, but will mention it while planning for things or if he notices you feel off

"guys will take the ugliest photos of you and think they're amazing" no he definitely knows which ones are objectively just like, not good. to be fair he Does find some of them pretty cute Despite how blurry/bad you might look

flips between an awful and good photo of you for your contact photo. you think it's Just the awful one until you check his phone one day and find out he does in fact have good photos of you which is crazy i know!

the guy who keeps getting all the upgrades and tools while gaming except he doesn't share with people. one of his only exceptions is you (sometimes you do have to threaten him though /lh)

also helps You study if no one else. kei is actually pretty good at figuring out the study methods best for you, and manages to quiz you on things you might have overlooked

wordlessly walks up behind you and waits for you to notice. will stand there in silence for like 10 seconds then makes fun of you for not realizing or laughs when you get scared

kei isn't really one to initiate pda, but if he sees his teammates (jealously) looking at you guys, he might put his arm around your shoulder, or talk about date plans just to be annoying. lol.

goes red if you come to watch his game and cheer, but uses it as motivation. < the rest of the team Will keep teasing him and Also using it to motivate him like "better look extra cool today, huh?" "you better not mess up today, tsukishima!"

! teaming up with everyone to tease him. give him a taste of his own medicine fr. and if he tries to throw anything back one of them can just go "tsukishima, is that how you treat your partner?" As if he's said something any more insulting than usual

of course he makes height jokes if you're shorter and not super bothered by them. Of course. at the very least, you can make it his responsibility to look above crowds, reach things for the both of you, etc in return

assumes he'd be the bigger spoon and is surprised if you pat the bed for him to be hugged instead. he finds it a little awkward, but to be fair he's awkward around all physical affection/cuddling in the first place. it takes time, but kei comes to appreciate being taken care of/held, though if anyone were to find out he'd want to poof out of existence for a bit

i think one cute trend that would really work on him is the one where you pretend your sweater smells weird, and when they bend down to smell too, you kiss their forehead. kei is about to tease you and ask if you made sure to throw it into the laundry, and immediately freezes when he feels your lips on his skin. he sits up and looks away and says you're annoying or whatever, but his cheeks are so so red

if you're one to wear one of his sweaters, or maybe just hold it while you're at his house, he either teases you for being needy or goes "is that my sweater?" and then does nothing about it. sometimes he won't even say anything. if you pay attention he'll be wearing whatever it was the next time you see him, and makes it a habit to leave something on his bed for you to grab

if kei sees you talking to his brother he Will try to drag you away or try (fail) to stare discretely. who knows what stories akiteru will tell you, or what you're both scheming.

anytime akiteru asks him about his relationship or how you're doing and does the whole older brother "you're growing up so fast" spiel, he wishes he could melt into a puddle

big quality time fan. if you're one to not be comfortable with physical affection, kei totally understands and is great with that. there's a lot of days where you guys just hang out in one of your rooms, go out to eat or see a performance, etc and as long as you guys are enjoying yourselves, that's all you need

....bad at flirting. like flirting that isn't you guys teasing/insulting each other back and forth. one time the guys were trying to "help him with his game" while texting you and he physically struggled to type their suggestions so he just turned off his phone and said he should block all of them. the most you'll usually get from him is energy of like, "you want me so bad it makes you look stupid" LOL

he tells you that celebrating his birthday isn't a big deal, and that you really really do not,, should not,, make it one. but if you're dating, it means you know him well enough to realize he Does appreciate gifts, and people caring about him.

he gets embarrassed and awkward when people sing happy birthday but who doesn't really. he stares at the cake you custom ordered or made yourself, and tries to ignore how loud everyone is singing. his eyes widen when you explain how much thought you put into your gift(s), and though he struggles with words, he thanks you and takes care to put it somewhere safe until he can appreciate it alone.

[iambilliejeanok]

Warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, rough penetration, fingering, dirty talk, friends to lovers.

Summary: Gojo won against Sukuna, but lost his eye sight after the battle. Being the good friend you are, you stayed in his home with him for months, helping him get used to being blind through stimulative play. After a particularly hot game of Hide and Seek, Gojo takes the initiative to make the first move and takes your friendship to another level.

It has been three months since the battle that made history. Three months since Gojo had successfully dealt with a threat that could’ve negatively affected the economy of Japan. Three months since your very, intelligent, extremely attractive and closest of friends had executed the king of the curses. You were ever so grateful to still be breathing today, and you could be grateful to non other than Gojo Satoru. To show your gratitude to someone who had significantly upgraded in importance in your perspective. He was so amazing during the fight, every blow Sukuna took so powerful, you could feel the vibration of it reverberate through your body every time. It was as though the gods were fighting.

It was easy to admit that Gojo was a little annoying and sometimes made you feel like he was often running low on thoughts, but there were also many moments where he showcased a bit of seriousness, and for reasons you couldn’t understand, made you feel nervous at times. When he took the lead, he really took the lead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to admit what that did to you, but this time around, you couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered despite your panic during his fight with Sukuna. He was so strong and his intensity made you throb in ways that made you burn and pant for him in the safe privacy of your head. And after three months of lusting after him like a whore, you decided you could no longer hold yourself back from him.

Gojo had won the fight against Sukuna, but has lost his eyesight as a result. Over usage of the Six Eyes. Shoko had explained to you and everyone else. You were heartbroken for him. He didn’t deserve this kind of return for single handedly saving countless of lives all across the country, but he took it well, and you promised yourself you’d help him with whatever he needs until he gets used to it.

After preparing his lunch in the large kitchen of his home, that you had been staying in since the fight, you placed it down infront of him. “Thank you, Y/N-chan”, he smiled, leaning forward to feel for his food, and start munching it. You took a seat next to him on the grey leather couch, crossing your legs together without a care for your panties showing since you wore a skirt and fully turning towards him to secretly admire him eating. He was blind, he couldn’t see, so there was no harm in not behaving modestly in your mini skirt. Even though you found it strange how quickly he had adapted to being blind, you still kept him company anyways, he was always freakishly good at everything anyhow, so you didn’t think about it too deeply and tried to keep his other senses stimulated with games like Guess the Object and Hide and Seek.

He had become a whole lot more calmer since the fight, and you felt calm being near him. Every morning you would wake up and attend to him, helping him feel his way through the wardrobe while describing the clothing he would feel between his hands, until he got it down easily. You would place your hand over his, and for the first time, you really grasped just large they were. They were much bigger than yours, and sometimes, when he playfully grabbed your hand in his own, you were always shocked at how it would engulf your own. Or when he yanked you by the arm, you felt so tiny and fragilenext to him.

Your mind wondered though all sorts of scenarios as you silently watched him finish his food, instinctively licking your lips whenever you saw him lick his, pressing your thighs together as you let your thoughts wonder. “You wanna play Hide and Seek?”, he asked, distracting yourself from the dirty thoughts you were secretly indulging in. Gojo softly chucked beside you, rinsing his hands in the small bowl of soap and lemons you placed next to his now finished meal. “I know you really like that game huh”, he said, now wiping his hands on a dry cloth. Hide and Seek had been something you two had been playing more often than not and every time you played, you found that the game turned you on. It didn’t take too much thought to figure out why. “No”, you responded all too quickly, trying to think of something else to say to hide your obvious denial, squirming in your seat for a more comfortable position. “W-well, we haven’t done anything fun today yet. I guess it’s fine”. Gojo chuckled some more. Sure he was blind, but he wasn’t an idiot. He was clearly taking advantage of his blindness with these games and you were just so horny, he could almost sense your lust during moments like this. He didn’t blame you though. Being a sorcerer took away a few fun things in life, such as getting laid. And you and Gojo knew that all too well from the many opportunities the two of you had and couldn’t take up. Even your tone of voice had changed. It was much higher than usual, and he thought if anything, as friends, he needed to finally to help relieve you of your little horny spell.

He was truly grateful for all your help during these short three months, and thought he’d thank you by giving you some much needed physical attention, suppressing the fact that he himself, was struggling to come to terms with his growing feelings towards you. Hide and Seek started out as a fun little activity that kept the two of you busy at times. While Gojo prepared breakfast, you’d quietly walk into the kitchen and realized you went unnoticed. You wondered how long you could go unnoticed for, remaining silent as you sat in the kitchen with him, what you didn’t actually know, was that Gojo wasn’t blind the way we all knew it in ours heads. He had lost his vision, but could still use the Six Eyes to sense energy and although you’d always emitted low wavelengths of cursed energy, it never went passed by Gojo. Little did you know, he decided to play along, allowing you to continue thinking you were invisible on the opposite end of the kitchen island, your eyes slowly taking him in, your thoughts trailing elsewhere as you carefully avoided him while he moved around the kitchen with his arms stretched out infront of him, feeling for everything. You stood beside him now, watching him plate up some food, in two plates, imaging those fingers brushing against your lips while he fed you. Lost in thought, you didn’t noticed him turn towards you and jumped back to dodge him, but you slipped and fell backwards, Gojo arm’s instantly wrapping around you, holding you close enough as he caught you, your chest pressed against his and his face so close to yours. You knew he was strong, but feeling him carry all your weight in his arms was the biggest turn on you’d had in a very long while. For a few seconds, the two of you remained like this, Gojo loved the feel of your body against his, especially how your soft breasts smooshed against his chest. From this day on, he couldn’t stop imagining how they’d feel in the palms of his hands and thought you probably werent wearing a bra. How else could they have been so soft. He thought about all the things he wanted to do to them, what your nipples looked liked in your shirt, and if you didn’t wear a bra anymore since he couldn’t see. And from that day onwards, you two continued to play this little game of hide and seek, silently hiding from him, waiting for him to suddenly grab you and pull you near him, to remind you that he always knew where you were and the two of you secretly always looked forward to these few seconds of intimacy.

Ever since the two of you started playing such games, the sexual tension between y’all had grown significantly. He noticed how even now, you were slightly nervous, and your temperature had increased since you sat down beside him. “You like it when I like I catch you huh?”, he playfully teased, stretching his arms across the couch, his arm reaching behind you. “Uh w-what? “, you stuttered, “Whatever Satoru”, you quickly added, feeling rather caught off guard. Of course it had to be in his nature to be so blunt and upfront. “Go. Hide. I’ll count to twenty and then I’ll find you”, he spoke softly, with the usual warm smile he wore. “You’re so confident that you’ll be able to find me Satoru?”, you spoke, raising your brow. “I have no doubt that I’ll find you princess”, he replied. You felt a wave of arousal at the little nick name. He always called you princess when he belittled you, but lately, instead of feeling annoyed and irritated when you heard it, you felt happy. You were beginning to like him calling you that. Something about the way he said it made you feel so precious and for some reason, obedient. “And what do I get if you don’t?”, twirling your braided ponytail between your fingers, you waited for him to respond. “Absolutely anything you’d like”, he said, and you smiled at that, shifting to stand up. “And if I do find you, can we please resolve this sexual tension between us ?”, he added, and you whipped your head around to face him, not sure if you’d just heard him right. “What?”, you swallowed, your eyes wide with shock, Gojo leaning his head back onto the couch, He was so big, he took up most of it with how he sat with his arms across and his knees wide apart. “Go, unless you want me to fuck you here on the couch? I can do that too princess”. Lost for words, you could only walk away, dusting off your skirt and crossing your arms. With that, he began counting out loud.

You stood quietly behind the midnight blue curtain that draped the tall window of the mini library on the opposite end of the house. Your heart raced from the minute you stood up until you found this hiding spot, wondering if the words you remember Gojo saying were real, or if you were simply imagining them. You wondered if you were perhaps dreaming, the sound of a door creaking near by bringing you back to reality. The reality was that he always found you and you were never fast enough to outrun him when he did, remembering the feel of his arms wrapping around you each time he did and then remembering those words “Can we please resolve the sexual tension between us”. There’s no ways he was bold enough to actually fuck you. Sure he was an arrogant and overconfident prick that spoke a lot of shit like he did on that couch, but he wouldn’t actually try to do that right? You tried your best to calm down, breathing in through your nose and out your mouth as you focused on steadying your heartbeat, wondering if he would use that to find you. You felt yourself begin to reach a state of complete calmness, your eyes closed and your mind empty as you remained as still and quiet as you possibly could. You felt a cool breeze against your cheek and opened your eyes. All that breathing was all for nothing, your heart skipping several beats as Gojo towered over you, holding the curtain to the side with one hand, the other still in his pocket. His eyes were bandaged as usual, his arms bare in the white t shirt he wore that hugged his muscles as though the fabric itself was a slut. “Found you”, he said. Your throat felt dry. “How?”, you whispered, more to yourself than him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? How cute”, he teased, taking a step closer to you and letting the curtain fall behind him. You were shocked at how your body responded to the proximity, the violent arousal you felt increasing your temperature as well as the ache between your legs. Did he really mean what he said? You wondered, slowly beginning to believe him when he snaked his arms around your waste to pull you closer.

“Do you want me princess?”, he asked, his big hand tracing up your body to find your face, palming your cheek to rub his thumb across your lips, tilting your head upwards. Your heart raced so fiercely you thought it would explode. You nodded your head, desperately waiting for him to kiss you, his lips only centimeters from yours. You tried to get on your tip toes to close the distance, but he slightly backed away and a whine you absolutely did not intend to release left your lips. You felt hot with embarrassment, lust, arousal, nervousness and fear shying away from his bandaged gaze to only have his hand pull your face back towards him. You felt like he could really see you and wondered for a split second if him going blind was all a lie. That scenario was a bit believable. “Tell me”, he said. You froze, Gojo now pressing you against the window behind you, and you felt something big and hard pressing against your tummy, widening your eyes in disbelief that it could’ve been his erection. “Tell me you want me”. You gulped, and a part of you still thought he was joking. “I want you so bad”, you almost moaned, your pussy now hurting like hell. He immediately leaned down to press his lips against yours. They felt so soft as they moved against your own. You felt them melt in between yours when you sucked on his bottom lip, and you couldn’t believe you had been deprived of such magic up until this moment. You didn’t want him to stop, softly moaning and gripping his shirt as you longed for more, wanting him to deepen the kiss already and shove his tongue down your throat. Sensing your desire, he gave in, you were so cute to him, he didn’t have it in his heart to tease you. Immediately, you latched onto it, desperately sucking it, wrestling your tongue with his to taste more of him. He tasted better than you’d expected and he felt the same way. You could faintly taste the green tea he had with his lunch on his tongue as you sucked it, his hand keeping your head in place, leaving you with no room to move much, but you didn’t mind him taking the lead, not even wanting to part for a breath. He finally broke the kiss, looking down at you panting hard. He looked so beautiful, the sun shone through the window and onto his face. “You really wanna do this with me”, you asked, feeling shy all over again. “Yes. I’ve run out of patience, I don’t think I wanna hold back for another day”, he replied against your lips, pecking them a few times before deepening the kiss.

The kiss became a little feverish, and Gojo grew more and more ferocious with each passing second, picking up your thigh and pinning you against the warm window, his big erection pressing right against your coochie as he grabbed and groped you. He was big and tall and you felt all of him on you as your other foot barely touched the ground. Your thighs were spread wide to accommodate his hips in between them. He was so rough, which you didn’t expect from him, but it also made sense. You couldn’t sop the onslaught of the embarrassingly needy sounds you made as he ground his erection into you, his jeans rubbing against your soaked panties. You gasped and broke the kiss when you felt his knuckles brush against your clit, Gojo unbuttoning his jeans pulling down his zipper to reduce the friction, his jeans sliding down below his ass as he humped you, your privates separated by the thin material of both your cotton undies. You were wet, and your pussy ached so bad, you didn’t care about soaking his draws in your arousal as he perfectly brushed his big cock right against your panty covered clit. He was rubbing you the right way and it felt incredible. You were sure you’d be able to come if he kept this up long enough. You didn’t want him to stop, but you were too shy to verbally communicate your want just yet, worried that this perfect stimulation would come to an end pretty soon, but he didn’t dare slow down. You were softly breathing right above his ear as he sucked and kissed your neck, the neediness in the sounds you made telling him you really liked what he was doing, so he didn’t want to stop, gently bumping and grinding himself right against you. His lips locked onto yours in a searing kiss as he dialed up his aggressiveness a tad and you felt a light gush of fluids soak your panties, as your pussy throbbed painfully. You felt yourself quickly reaching an orgasm, unable to hold back or dial down the sounds of your moans as he kept your lips in between his. You grabbed the back of his shirt slightly tugging on it as you came, expecting him to stop now, but he kept on moving his hips in slow circles and soon enough you were able to quickly gather yourself, despite how amazing he felt against you.

“Satoru why are we doing this?”, you moaned in his ear, Gojo halting the kisses he placed on your neck to answer you. “Because we both want each other just like this”. “But we’re supposed to be friends Satoru”, “We’d literally die for each, at least this is a more pleasurable favor”, he said, his hand now lifting up your tee, pleased that you were not wearing a bra. Before you had a chance to respond, he already latched his warm mouth onto your nipple, your other titty filling his palm up as he roughly fondled you, squeezing and tugging one of boobs while greedily sucking and nipping at the other. Your head fell back as you enjoyed the way he played with you, you’d let this man do anything to you, you decided, wrapping your legs tighter around him. Letting go of your boob, he easily pried apart your legs that wrapped around his hips, adjusting you to stand up with your back slightly pressing against his chest. He had a much better angle at sucking on your tits and was able to slip his hand under your skirt and between your thighs, cupping your soaked panty covered pussy. He pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit as he stroked your pussy and you silently gasped, his hand now creeping inside your underwear to begin rubbing your clit in circles. You wanted to melt in his arms, he was touching you in all the right places, and you were growing more and more excited with every minute that went by. “Satoru”, you moaned when he picked up the pace, rubbing your clit fast until you felt like you were so close and just as you began to grip his shirt he immediately stopped, you snapped your eyes open, confused as to what just happened. You were so close and he just stopped, completely removing his hand from your undies. You arched your back, Gojo only focused on decorating your tits with hickies. Did he do that on purpose? You wondered, the work he performed on your chest now growing so sensitive, you whimpered with every nip and couldn’t believe how good you felt, wondering if he could actually make you cum like this. You felt yourself reaching that familiar peak, more than ready to cum for him, and to your shocking surprise, he quickly shifted your underwear to the side and buried his middle finger inside of you, all the down to the third knuckle, in one swift move and you moaned so ridiculously loud you instantly regretted it, but still couldn’t do anything to stop yourself, Gojo twirling his finger deep inside of, forcing you onto your tip toes and you immediately came, your body lightly shivering against him, the white haired man beginning to work his middle finger inside of you, dragging it along your gspot several times before burying it deep inside of you, repeating this a few times as he slowly massaged you into an unexpected orgasm, your entire genitalia still so deliciously sensitive from your previous orgasm as this current one wracked you. You shamelessly whimpered in his face, completely thrown into orgasmic bliss as he continued, warm liquid spurting onto his hand.

“Good girl”, he whispered in your ear, and you whimpered as he spoke to you, completely lost as he continued to stimulate you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles for a while, watching your eyes roll as your hand clutched his shirt again. He now shoved his middle finger along with this ring finger back inside of you, and the stretch made you shiver, moaning loudly as he repeated his earlier pattern, but a little faster this time. “Do you think you can do that again?’, he spoke, his voice so deep in your ear. “Yeeesssss”, you moaned, squirming against his chest keeping you snug against him with the arm wrapped around you as you began shaking, going silent for a while as you shuddered. You screamed loudly, squirting in his hand once again. “That’s it princess, keep going”, he coaxed, and you didn’t think you’d be able to stop if he didn’t, moaning and pulling on his hair as you lost yourself for a few seconds, your body jerking in his hold. Picking you up and pinning you against the window, you sobered up a little with wide eyes when you felt the tip of his dick slowly stretch out your entrance. He let gravity help him fit the rest of his shaft inside of you, and you held on to him for dear life with your mouth and o shape as you tried to adjust to the ridiculous stretch. “Stoop I can’t take anymore!”, you cried. You could feel him so deep inside of you, afraid that he would hurt you if he went any deeper. You’d never been penetrated by something this big and you wondered if you’d actually be able to take him, growing nervous with each passing second. “Okay, that’s okay, we can settle for this no?”, he said, lifting you up and slowly letting you sink onto him once again and you felt him go deeper, screaming as you gripped his shirt. He held your thighs over his arms, his hands underneath your ass to control the rhythm and pace. You didn’t have much room to run, and you wished he could see the desperate look on your face. “You’re too big”, you spoke through gritted teeth, your toes curling from the mixture of pleasure and the burn. “You don’t have to be nervous about it, I’m only gonna make you feel good”, he whispered in your ear, lifting you up again. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised he seriously would make you take him. “F-Fuck no I need a break p-please!”, you cried when he penetrated you again. He bit his lip, he was absolutely enjoying how snug your pussy felt around him. You hugged him like a glove and every time he lifted you up, your pussy would tug on him, as though it didn’t want him to leave. “But you feel so fucking good”, he panted, keeping to the slow rhythm of lifting you up and pushing you back down. You wanted to protest but were cut off by a jolt of pleasure that left you panting. Gojo felt you clench him, and grip one of your thighs, panting against your neck. He could tell that you really were nervous. “Isn’t this what you wanted”, he spoke softly in your ear, lifting your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “Satoruuuu!”, you screamed, feeling him go much deeper inside of you. “Yes princess, I’m right here, deep inside of you, just how you wanted me”. You felt yourself giving up. No man had ever put you in this position before, but Gojo was seriously gonna fuck you like this. He was going to fuck you whether you could take him or not, in such a compromising position. Right here in the library room, against the warm window for god knows how long. With each thrust, you felt him tearing you up, a pleasure building up inside of you so intense, you didn’t quite know how to handle it, screaming and whimpering, as you could no nothing but take it.

“I’ll fuck you so good, so you’ll keep coming back and begging me to make you cry like this”, he said, thrusting into you hard a few times, ignoring your cries and screams before going in as deep as he could and holding you right there for a few seconds. He did this again and you started gushing hard, your liquids dripping down your ass and onto the window sill and floorboards. You came all over the place, and couldn’t do anything but scream and cry, panting hard as you tried to catch your breath. What the hell was that! Was all you could think, your legs still shivering on his shoulders. Gojo rested his forehead against yours, heavily breathing against your lips. While you were cumming your pussy squeezed and clenched his dick so good that he lost his breath too. He didn’t want to come so soon, realizing how much he was enjoying make you feel so good. He fought back against the urge and held out throughout your entire orgasm. You were too tired to speak, grateful that he held you up because your entire body felt weak. Blinking your eyes open, you looked up at Gojo, his bandages still covering his eyes, drenched in sweat as he began moving his hips again. It didn’t take long for you to realize what he was up to, a sharp whine leaving your lips when he thrusted into you. “S-Satorruuuuuuu!”, you whined again, feeling far too sensitive as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. “Yes princess, I’m nowhere near done with you”.

You kicked, screamed and even bit him, but despite this, he still fucked you like a machine, his hips now moving at a steady pace, grinding his hips in deep circles against you to keep you still every time you jerked to wildly, returning to pumping himself in and out of you with hard, eye rolling slow strokes. You were no longer aware of your surroundings. You were trapped in a bubble of intense pleasure, and simply knowing who was giving this to you was enough to drive you over the edge. “Feels so good huh?”, he teased, licking up a tear that ran down your cheek as soon as he felt against his lips. After a pleasurably agonizing twenty more minutes, Gojo was satisfied. You came three more times and he came twice and even placed you on the rug to finish you off there since the window grew slippery covered in sweat and cum. You lay ontop of him, his arms and a blanket wrapped over you as the two of you recovered in his bed. The curtains were still open and the first thing you could see was the beautiful sunset, setting behind the woods surrounding Gojo’s home. You weren’t surprised to see that he had managed to get you into his bed, he was actually much better now at navigating through the house than he was three months ago. “You’re finally awake?”, he spoke, his voice deep and thick with sleep. “Hey”, you squeaked, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. He lay with one arm draping over his eyes, his bandages were removed. You realised that he was naked underneath you, and you were naked too. You felt yourself burning up. Why did he make you feel so shy and nervous. “You okay? Did you get enough rest?”, he asked, patting around to feel you and grab your arm, lifting you up closer until you were face to face. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping a little longer, but I’m okay. How about you?” “I’m not sure”, he said, and you raised an eyebrow, his once blue eyes now cloudy and grey. He snuggled into your neck and leaned over until he was ontop of you. “You’re not sure?”, you asked. “I want more of you”, he confessed and your eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Is that okay?”, he added. “Satoru is what okay?”, you anxiously wondered. “What we just did…can we reserve that for just the two of us. Can you stay here longer. Please can I be your boyfriend?”, he asked, his words muffled since he spoke into your neck. You didn’t mean to be silent for so long, but you also couldn’t believe your ears. You actually needed to time to process everything that happened today. Despite your long suppressed desire for him, you really still couldn’t believe what was happening.

[iovmegumi]

sims 4 crystal legacy challenge

hello! here is a legacy challenge i created while playing the Garden Legacy challenge. i didn’t want to finish on my tenth gen and decided to create my own challenge, based on crystals. this challenge can be continued from a previous save or started in a new one! i also tried to implement base game options for those who don’t own all the packs! some gens do need packs but if you don’t have them, they may be skipped. 

if you play this please tag me! or post your sims with #iovmegumi crystal legacy challenge

general rules ❥ you do not have to live on the same lot for all 10 generations if you wish. ❥ mods and cc are allowed! ❥ no money cheats ! ❥ i’ve assigned a colour to each gen so you may play with berry sims if you wish!  ❥ i’ve decided that in each generation you may roll for offspring (rolling a dice or using a random number generator to decide how many children) unless stated otherwise in the rules.

gen one - rose quartz (pink)

a stone of unconditional love.

growing up, all you ever wanted was a family. leaving home young to start your life, you work on your career while trying to find the one, dedicated to cultivating the perfect life. you work hard to support your family and love your children so much, opening your heart and home to those in need of families as well. you cherish your partner and frequently find yourself going on date nights.

traits: family-oriented, romantic, perfectionist aspiration: super parent (PH) or big happy family rules:

❥ level 10 cooking ❥ level 5 gourmet cooking ❥ level 10 parenting (PH) ❥ master arts critic career or reach level 10 of painting while freelancing ❥ have four kids, one adopted ❥ marry your soulmate and stay together until death do you part

gen two - orange calcite (orange)

a stone for energy and creativity.

you had everything as a child, lots of siblings and loving parents. you took an interest in your house, specifically the furniture and decided that you’d love to create your own items. when you are old enough you begin learning how to make furniture and take an interest in repairing objects. though you grew such a passion for this, you found that you hadn’t really had time to make friends.

traits: loner, self-assured, maker (EL) or creative aspiration: master maker (EL) or curator rules:

❥ level 10 fabrication (EL) or complete crystal collection or both! ❥level 10 handiness ❥ level 5 gardening ❥ level 10 civil designer career - green technician branch (EL) or live off making creations ❥ have only one friend ❥ marry that friend ❥ complete aspiration ❥ roll for offspring ❥ fill house with furniture or items you’ve made

gen three - moonstone (white)

a symbol of light and hope and also encourages us to embrace new beginnings.

your parents were so focused on the world around you that you began wondering what else was out there. you grew a fascination for space and found the urge to explore outside your planet. you meet some different people, and even find yourself falling in love with one of them. how do you tell your parents that you’re marrying an alien?

traits: genius, family-oriented, clumsy aspiration: nerd brain rules:

❥ level 10 logic ❥ level 10 fitness ❥ level 10 rocket science ❥ level 5 parenting ❥ level 10 astronaut career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ have 4-5 kids ❥ marry an alien (if you have GTW) ❥ build & fully upgrade a rocket ship ❥ travel to sixam

gen four - sodalite (blue)

enhances communication and builds confidence.

having an alien background, you have never felt like you fit in. you dream of having lots of friends and living a normal life. you focus on trying to blend into society and try to be as social as possible, throwing parties and meeting new sims, even seeming to gain some attention on the internet too.

traits: outgoing, unflirty, party animal or bro and loyal aspiration: friend of the world rules:

❥ level 10 charisma ❥ level 7 comedy or mischief ❥ level 7 video gaming ❥ level 10 social media career - internet personality branch (CL) or entertainer - comedy branch ❥ complete aspiration ❥ roll for offspring ❥ throw 5 parties over the course of your life

gen five - pyrite (grey)

used for abundance, confidence & protection.

note: this gen requires Get Famous and may be skipped if you do not own the pack!

having a well-known parent thrust you into the spotlight from a young age and as you grew older, you found yourself loving it, wanting more. you dream of being on the big screen, your face plastered on billboards, your name nominated for awards. you’ll do anything to gain fame, even if it means use others.

traits: ambitious, snob, self-absorbed (GF) aspiration: world famous celebrity rules:

❥ level 10 acting ❥ level 10 piano ❥ level 5 violin ❥ level 5 guitar ❥ level 10 acting career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ become a 5 star celebrity ❥ have two failed marriages ❥ have only one child ❥ have a butler (VG)

gen six - amethyst (purple)

a powerful protective stone.

your parent was obsessed with fame, wanting you to follow in their footsteps. after seeing how little they cared about you, you decided to go in a different direction. your butler was your best friend and basically raised you, talking to you of how they used to love their family garden. you decide a quiet life is suited to you and put all your focus into working on a lovely garden dedicated to your butler.

traits: loves the outdoors, neat, vegetarian aspiration: freelance botanist rules:

❥ level 10 gardening ❥ level 10 cooking ❥ level 6 logic ❥ level 10 gardening career (seasons) or complete basegame plants collection or both ❥ have at least 3 kids ❥ lose one child to death ❥ be best friends with your childhood butler

gen seven - tourmaline (black)

promotes happiness and offers protection, inspires creativity.

losing a sibling was the hardest time of your life, and you found that your family never recovered from this loss. you hear a myth of a book that can bring people back to life and vow to return your sibling back to you and your family. 

traits: gloomy, creative, paranoid or erratic aspiration: bestselling author rules:

❥ level 10 writing skill  ❥ level 5 photography skill (GTW) ❥ level 10 writing career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ write book of life & bring back deceased sibling ❥ marry a bookworm ❥ roll for offspring ❥ adopt a cat (C&D)

gen eight - bloodstone (red)

for courage & justice, strengthens immune system & family bonds.

your parents had been stressed a lot of their life, working hard to bring your family member back. you were frustrated that they had to go through so much and decided to take it out on others. you grew to despise most people, working on creating enemies rather than friends, feeling a sense of justice for your parent. yet you still made sure to love your children, even if you may have not loved your spouse as much.

traits: mean, noncommittal, bro aspiration: bodybuilder rules: 

❥ level 10 programming ❥ level 10 mischief ❥ level 10 criminal career (oracle branch) ❥ roll for offspring ❥ cheat on your spouse once all children are born ❥ get divorced as an adult ❥ get engaged again & leave new spouse at the altar

gen nine - amazonite (green)

a stone of peace, harmony, truth & communication.

the trauma of your parents rough marriage led you to pursue finding harmony and inner peace. you find this through yoga and painting, refusing to get a job so you can keep an eye on your spouse and make sure all your children feel loved. 

traits: jealous, erratic, art lover aspiration: painter extraordinaire rules:

❥ level 10 painting ❥ level 10 wellness (SD) or level 10 violin ❥ level 5 knitting (NK) ❥ complete aspiration ❥ never get a job ❥ fill your household with children ❥ always celebrate the holidays (seasons) ❥ go to the spa once a week (SD)

gen ten - citrine (yellow)

attracts wealth, prosperity & success.

note: this gen requires discover university! but i have included a basegame option too!

your whole life has revolved around your siblings. you had nothing that was your own and desperately wanted to remove yourself from them, wanting your own success and your own name. you study and get a degree, priding yourself on your intelligence and work ethic.

traits: hot-headed, materialistic, overachiever or ambitious aspiration: fabulously wealthy rules:

❥ level 10 robotics or level 10 logic & charisma ❥ level 7 programming ❥ level 7 handiness ❥ level 10 engineer career or level 10 business career ❥ complete aspiration ❥ get a university degree (DU) ❥ own a dog & a cat (C&D)

[s0ckh3adstudios]

TOOK ME ALL DAY okay. okay. here's my Nille design AND me finally using and refining that OC design I posted. Here's Nille and their partner Rue!!

The newest members of the travelling party after reuniting Bonnie with Nille in Bambouche. Nille did want to come with them and travel but couldn't leave their partner behind. Thankfully, the others had no objections to bringing them along.

Designed them with lighter clothing in mind since I read that Bambouche is supposed to be a more coastal area. Rue is also another person from The Country however it's really not that big of a deal for them they just. don't really care. They do but they don't stress over it. They're just like that LMAO

Nille is not great with her emotions and tries to act tough and defensive in an effort to protect herself and to hide the fact that she's actually a major wimp. Rue acts as her personal protector (they squish any spiders that crawl next to her). Rue is a sweetheart who I don't entirely know how to describe yet?? They're kinda like Falin from Dungeon Meshi in terms of how they act but I'm still figuring it out haha. Also yes Nille has a peg-leg she is missing a foot. She's ok

Wanted to give Nille and Rue their own sort of RPG classes so Rue is a bard and Nille would serve as someone to repair and upgrade the groups gear!

anyway that's it I hope this is not insanely cringe i doubt this'll do any numbers HAHAHA i expect that i draw them this one time and then nothing happens and then they fade into obscurity

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 56

One time when a baby was Cyber-converted, they were given regular Cyber-arms as well as a Cybermat tail. (Novel: Illegal Aliens)

Chewing on jelly babies helps the Doctor think. The Eighth Doctor said that the "tensile strength of a jelly baby offers the perfect resistance." (Audio: World of Damnation)

Speaking of jelly babies, the Eighth Doctor once went missing for days because he was looking for the perfect jelly baby. (Novel: The City of the Dead)

Zoe had the Second Doctor install an orthopaedic bed in her room on the TARDIS. (Novel: The Menagerie)

There is such a phenomenon as temporal tsunamis. (Audio: The Other Side)

TARDIS heartbeats must keep a steady rhythm, so when they are parked, they continue to travel through time at the same speed as their pilot. Otherwise, the TARDIS would be lost to the past (if they were traveling at a slower speed) or disappear into the future (if they were going at a faster speed). (Audio: 1963)

On Gallifrey, marriages mainly serve to strengthen political alliances between the different Great Houses and to maintain the Chapter's power. (Audio: Spirit)

Vassar Dust looks somewhat like snow and is always cold. It also has some telepathic qualities. This dust is a byproduct of time travel. (Novel: Loving the Alien)

Ian once woke up inside a Time Museum as an exhibit. He had been removed from his own time with a time scoop. The curator of the museum - Pendolin - had time scooped Ian with the hope of attracting the Doctor’s attention and making him his prized exhibit, but he did not successfully get the Doctor’s attention. (Audio: The Time Museum)

The Doctor kept a bracelet (that appeared to be made of gold) in a trunk in his TARDIS. After regenerating, the Second Doctor retrieved it, looked at it fondly for a short while, and then returned it. Ben saw that it had odd pictures on it but couldn't make it out. (Novel: The Power of the Daleks)

John Benton, Sarah Jane Smith, and Allison Williams were all involved in the clean-up following the Cyberman invasion from The Tenth Planet. (Novel: The Power of the Daleks)

The Doctor thinks of the entire universe as their foster family after their parents had "decided to opt out of their responsibilities." (Novel: Beltempest)

The First Doctor's left hand was cut off in a sword fight with a Soul Pirate captain. He had to get a new one fashioned for him as it did not grow back. (Short story: A Big Hand for the Doctor)

As revenge for his defeat on the Enlightenment, the Black Guardian altered the established timeline. To defeat them, the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Benny had to reassemble the Key to Time. The following objects are actually segments of the Key to Time: the First Doctor's TARDIS instruction manual, the Second Doctor's stovepipe hat, one of the swords used when Ace fought the Third Doctor, one of the Fourth Doctor’s jelly babies, a cricket ball used by the Fifth Doctor, and the Sixth Doctor's cat badges. (Comic: Time & Time Again)

The Third Doctor used to visit the zoo frequently. He'd often sit across the tiger, feeling some sort of camaraderie with them. He spent some of his wages upgrading the tiger enclosure, but the tiger's mind had already been broken. They continued walking back and forth as though their enclosure was still small. The Doctor decided to be sure that his mind wouldn't also break in his captivity because one day his TARDIS would be fixed and he couldn't stick in his old habits when that happened. (Audio: Walls of Confinement)

On one such visit to the zoo, the Brigadier had the Doctor babysit his godson. The Doctor didn't keep a close enough eye on the boy, and he ended up in the tiger enclosure. (Audio: Walls of Confinement)

Fitz Kreiner once found an old woman in the TARDIS library. Her name was Emily, and she had been dressed in clothes one might expect a teenager to wear in the 1960s. She was also covered in cobwebs. Fitz brought her to the Eighth Doctor, who recognized her and seemed embarrassed about her presence, but Emily didn't recognize the Doctor. (Novel: Mad Dogs and Englishmen) Though never explicitly clarified, Emily had likely entered the TARDIS as a teenager, got lost, and lived her entire life in the TARDIS. As she didn't recognize the Eighth Doctor, this event would have predated his incarnation. Perhaps she was even one of Susan's classmates.

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[skrunksthatwunk]

ok, again, grain of salt bc i'm barely into it, but i have a theory as to why.

dante's slash cycle w the sword doesn't change depending on the timing of pressing x, which is one of the things that most livened up the combat in dmc1, especially in the beginning when your moveset was very limited. it's also a bit harder to loop slash cycles into each other and generally feels awkward and slow

they opened the game with a decent range of abilities, but they often don't cohere well. the high time action description suggests you jump after knocking enemies into the air, but the wind-down animation for the high strike means that it takes quite some time to jump afterwards. By then, enemies have fallen to below your jump height, making anything but shooting at them somewhat useless. this is further exacerbated by oddities in the mid-air moves. dante stays in midair for a few hits if you're locked on to a target with rb, but does a ground strike when not. but the locking-on reticle is always present when enemies are nearby anyway. it's kinda weird

so far, the enemies have very little health. while i understand the impulse to make early-game enemies "easy", i think the actual solution is to give them a decent amount of health, even if their attacks aren't very strong or are easy to dodge. in a game like this with combos and moves changing based on various inputs, i.e. stick movement relative to dante's/the enemies' position, timing of button presses, etc, it makes sense to give early/new players room to figure that system out through experimentation. it's actually something i have a problem with in rgg's street encounters. it's really hard to get a feel for the breadth of your character's abilities if the enemies die/go flying out of range in only a couple of blows, whereas an attack sponge kind of enemy gives them more room to play around and familiarize themselves with the fight system. that way, players will have more tools to approach problems with, and your fighting system will be more fully utilized. dmc1 does this excellently with its marionette enemies. they take a decent amount of hits before dying, but they're not difficult enemies. you can manage getting an A or S rank combo reasonably, enemies are tightly packed so they're easily in range (as opposed to the dmc2 enemies, who're spread out in wide environments), and your moveset is far more limited, meaning the timing element of sword/gauntlet moves becomes apparent to the player without needing to be communicated explicitly. in a game like dmc2 that starts with more moves available, attack sponges might be even more important to have (though the timing-based x combos thing being gone does simplify things in a disappointing sort of way).

anyway i'm not That used to this kinda game, but these are my impressions so far

ok ive played 15 minutes of dmc2 and my current impression is that it's like dmc1 but if the combat felt bad

[brucewaynehater101]

Hello I have an idea for Tim.

What if he got those game screens pop up whenever he's doing some side missions or quests. And after that he'll get some cool and valuable stuff like: cool weapons with superpowers that are not from his world, advantages of gaining more information than the whole hero community, etc..

The Batfam probably thought that he was doing those missions because he was bored and wanted to relieve some stress, which is kinda true but whenever he does these quests he also makes a lot of allies from across the planets and helps him through it while also being part of the "Tim protector squad".

Also the screen will always congratulate him and give him some praise, plus the screen can also help Tim by upgrading his stuff or watching him from any danger and giving him a warning to be careful. Just a guy with his screen, what could go wrong? Hahah-

But. The screen can also give him some weird quest like "protect your loved one from [Redacted]" which confuses Tim but the screen doesn't have any power only providing him so who's the one controlling the screen???

Anyway these are just silly thoughts that I want to give :333

Heck yeah! I love exploring unusual/non-typical powers.

I really really want to develop this some more, so let's set up a power!

My favorite genre of games is horror. The fighting styles, gameplay, concepts, stick layouts, and all of that can be drastically different between games [at least Tim isn't stuck with game powers where he can't fight back]. Because of that, the end goal may be impossible to reach and thus changes to a new objective.

Here is an example of where this happened with Tim:

Convince Dick Grayson to become Robin Become Robin

Tim's thoughts and feelings can affect the missions he's given. He will never be given an objective he would not do (e.g. Kill Alfred). Not completing any task (side or main) can have consequences. Main ones have drastic outcomes that he can only somewhat control if he attempts them.

Upon completion, he gets points and rewards. His rewards are anything from new skills, connections, weapons, resources, etc.

His points can be used either in the "shop" or for his skill tree (Tim desperately wishes it was a "pay to play" game so he can get more points).

The shop has weapons, elixirs (one of which is Lazarus water), one use spells, maps, information/clues, outfits with effects, armor, etc.

His skill tree has three main branches: Body, Mind, and Soul.

For Body, he can enhance any of his characteristics to the upper limits of humans: eye sight, health, stamina, strength, sense of smell, etc. His points can also lower the difficulty or time needed to learn a very specific skill (ex. spending 5 points to decrease time needed to learn how to wield a pistol).

For Mind, he can hasten his thinking speed, create defenses against multiple mental attacks (including emotional manipulation and telepathy), decrease the mental energy required per tasks, decrease time spent learning languages/information, etc.

For Soul, this includes abilities to protect himself from magical/whatever interference, increase charm, increase ability to understand/read others' emotions, etc.

If he sounds OP, worry not! Tim suffers from never having enough points (he learned the hard way that he also needs to keep an amount saved up in case he suddenly needs to buy a tool or skill to save his or someone else's life.). There's so much he can buy, but there are only so many hours to complete side missions

Tim's least favorite quest was when he was chilling alone with his Zesti and suddenly got the notification:

Run

Jason's a jerk for scaring the shit out of Tim like that at TT

[wolfjackle-creates]

Hi!! I haven't been on Tumblr for a while but I used to read a fic you made out of a prompt (?) Someone else made about Danny who freaked out when he realized the Waynes are the Bats and accidentally shot Bruce(?) And if I'm not mistaken you made a part 2 of it (idr remember if it was a wip or finished) but do you have a masterlist so I can re-read it :D? So sorry if I sound weird (´⌒｀;)

It is absolutely never weird to ask an author about their works!!!! Thanks so much for sending this in.

It's been ages since I've worked on this one, but it's definitely on my short list to get back to. Especially since I'm pretty close to having it finished?

Here's chapter 1 on AO3. And the Subscription Post.

Chapter 2 is limited to Tumblr right now, only two parts currently. Part 1 can be found here.

Currently it's called Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong. However, when I do start updating on AO3 again, I plan to change the name. (I'm just waiting so people who have subscribed are more likely to remember what they're getting an email about.) Mostly I refer to it as my Bad Reveal AU. Though I get that's not a great working name as that's usually reserved for the Fenton parents reacting badly rather than Danny reacting badly.

Also, as a thanks for reminding me that it's been a while since I've posted anything about this fic (or, well, in general), have the next bit!

Here's a random 1.5k.

Previous

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Having a potential lead so close meant the hours until J’onn’s arrival were spent in prep mode.

Every uniform had to be checked for the slightest damage and upgrades done where possible. Supplies and go-bags were organized so they could leave the moment they had a lead. Fuel levels in every vehicle were checked and topped off where necessary.

And finally, the zeta tube activated and J’onn stepped out. “Good day to all of you. I heard my assistance was needed?”

Bruce went to greet him. “J’onn. Danny’s room is upstairs. Did Clark explain the situation?”

“Yes. He said that your newest ward has density shifting powers and left things behind in his walls and floor before running away a few days ago.”

Bruce nodded sharply. “Follow me. Clark will show you where the items are hidden so you can retrieve them.”

Dick happily zipped up what felt like the hundredth bag he’d had to pack and joined them. “Hey, J’onn. Welcome. How have you been?”

“Greetings, Dick. It has been a long time since our last meeting. I have been well. I want to wish you luck in finding your brother swiftly and easily.”

Dick nodded his thanks. “Same. We’re really hoping he left behind something to help because we haven’t had much luck so far.” Dick pulled out his phone and notified the family of J’onn’s arrival and requested they meet in Danny’s room.

On the way, Bruce and Dick filled J’onn in on the situation. At the implication of government experimentation, he face went hard and he vowed he would help them however he could.

Clark, Jason, and Alfred were already there when the group arrived and the rest weren’t far behind. With everyone present, the room felt crowded.

“Where should I start?” J’onn asked Clark.

“Behind the NASA poster. I think that’s where he keeps the weapons. One of them is an object that looks like it might be the same as, or at least similar to, the weapon that shot Bruce.”

Under Clark’s direction, J’onn removed not just two more energy guns, but also a glowing-green net, a boomerang, a tube of lipstick, what looked like a weird, high-tech thermos, and a wooden baseball bat with a sticker that said “Fenton” on it.

Dick couldn’t help but whistle at the pile. “Damn, he was packing all this?”

“Apparently,” said Damian. But Dick could tell his youngest brother was impressed and mentally reassessing his beliefs of Danny. “Perhaps he is not as helpless as I previously believed.”

“Why’s he got lipstick?” asked Steph as she picked up the tube.

“Don’t!” ordered Bruce even as she opened it and released a laser beam that left a small scorch mark on the ceiling.

She stared in shock before laughing. “Oh, damn! When he comes back, I’m so asking if he could get me one of these. That’s so cool!”

“Can I see that?” asked Barbara.

“Wait until we’re in the cave,” said Bruce with a sigh. Both women grinned at him.

Dick reached down and grabbed the net. Despite the color, it seemed normal enough, maybe a little smoother than most rope he’d handled. He pulled out a pocket knife and was able to slice through one of the ropes easily enough. Jason came over to look at it with him.

“Anything weird about it?” he asked as he reached out to touch it. “Huh, that’s odd.”

“What’s odd about it? Seems pretty normal to me.”

“It just… It feels weird. It almost hurts to touch.” When Dick looked at him sharply, Jason quickly added, “It doesn’t hurt, but it feels like it should. If that makes sense.”

“Feels normal to me.” Dick showed him the break he’d made.

Jason shrugged. “Dunno, then. I just get a weird feeling from it.”

Damian picked up the energy gun, Tim the thermos, and Duke the boomerang when Alfred cleared his throat.

“Before we get distracted, might I remind you that there is more to find? We can bring everything down to the cave to examine them with no more damage to Master Danny’s room.”

Everyone sheepishly put down the things they were holding. Dick bit back a laugh when he noticed Clark push the baseball bat away from himself with his foot.

“So, J’onn,” Clark said. “I think the next area of interest is behind this poster.” He gestured at a poster of the horsehead nebula. Dick had helped Danny find it and hang it up and the kid had talked about nebulae for over an hour as they did. The memory caused his eyes to burn.

From this stash, J’onn pulled some notebooks and two external hard drives, which Barbara took. Dick and Bruce both grabbed a notebook. Dick opened his to the first page.

Journaling is such a stupid idea. I don’t have any time for it but Jazz says I need to get my feelings out. Pointless. So what if I can’t sleep and Skulker attacked me again today during English getting me another detention. Its not my fault! Shit, haven’t done that essay for Lancer. If I miss any more assignments he’s gonna fail me for real.

Everyone knew Danny had been failing before he’d been brought to them, but he’d refused to discuss why. Once he was in school in Gotham, he’d gotten straight A’s. Even if he did ask for the occasional help in English from Jason.

But this raised so many questions. Who was Skulker and why were they attacking Dick’s little brother during English class. He flipped through the pages. Interspersed between journal entries were drawings of schematics. Dick thought he recognized some of the designs as the weapons they’d uncovered.

His eyes caught on an entry that started with a string of curses.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My parents saw Dani today. In ghost form. They actually managed to hit her. Only her second visit and I couldn’t keep her safe. Some big brother dad cousin whatever I am. I did get her to the Far Frozen. Frostbite fixed her up. Taught me what to do if it happens again, too. And gave me the medicines and supplies to do it. I’m so glad I have friends in the Zone now. It makes it so much easier. I can’t get the image of Dani’s blood staining my hands out of my mind. Going to Tuck’s tonight. I can’t be around my parents right now.

Stomach dropping, he flipped a few more pages until he found one with a photo. It was a grinning Danny with white hair and wearing a jumpsuit standing on a curved balcony. Behind him, spire buildings rose into the air, many rounded in a way not often found on Earth.

Clockwork took me to Mars today! Holy shit it is so cool. Just, everything. We went back to when they were thriving and I had to stop an invasion. But that’s not important. Everyone here can go intangible despite being alive. Some of their buildings don’t even have doors because they’d be pointless! And the plants and animals are all so different, too. Clockwork helped me find some books on Martian history and biology and evolution. He’s also gonna show me where the Martians exist in the Zone so I can learn their language. Maybe one day I can go to Krypton or Tamaran as well?

Dick stared back at the picture. It did have that distinctive feel of wrong that extraterrestrial landscapes always had. He swallowed. “Uh, J’onn?”

“Yes, Dick?”

“Um, Danny. This is his journal. He said he went to Mars. Before… Just, before. He’s got a picture. Is this real?” He handed the photo to J’onn who hesitated a moment before taking it.

J’onn froze as he stared at the simple image. “I… Yes. This is my home. How…?”

Dick shrugged and wished he had an answer for the last of the Martians. “Someone called Clockwork brought him there apparently. To stop some sort of invasion? He didn’t discuss that much. He was too interested in the planet and people to talk about what he did. He was hoping to visit Krypton and Tamaran, too. Also said something about Martians existing somewhere he called the Zone. He wanted to meet them to learn the language.”

The look on J’onn’s face at the mention of other Martians existing somewhere was heartbreaking. Maybe Dick shouldn’t have said anything? When Danny came home, would he maybe want to talk to J’onn about Mars?

With clear reluctance, J’onn handed the picture back. “This is your brother in the photo?”

“Yeah. I mean, Danny usually has black hair and blue eyes, but that’s him. Do you recognize him?”

J’onn nodded. “Of course. He is the Omen. His coming foretells death and destruction which he will then try to avert. I know what invasion he is speaking of, it is, was, taught in our history books. He saved all of Mars that day. We thought him a god.”

Dick’s mouth fell open. His little brother? A god?

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Shelter

Pairing: Alessia x Leah x Pet!reader

With most of Arsenal rescuing pets, Leah and Alessia get talked into saving a traumatized pet from a shelter.

Warnings: This work includes Pet!play, and has themes of trauma and trafficking though nothing is explicitly stated. There will also be no sexual activities between the pets and the non-pets. Theres also nothing sexual in this fic. Its kinda cute if i do say so myself.

The univese is based on the Widow au universe found here

This is a side blog because I'm too nervous to post this on my actual blog. Please enjoy and let me know if you have more requests for this universe.

Alessia and Leah had never really considered getting a pet (human or otherwise) until their teammates started rescuing them. 

First was Steph and her partner, who rescued a former pleasure kitten, Bella. She was surrendered when her CEO owner upgraded to one of the newer HFeline models with upgraded sexual proclivity when he lost interest in her. 

Now she got to spend her days in a far too expensive cat tree, sunning herself and eating exotic treats from around the world. 

Next were Viv and Beth who saved an adorable pup named Lady from being a bait dog in a dog fighting ring. Caitlin and Katie soon followed with a hulking retired HK9 named Jax, who begged for scraps at every meal and was a sucker for belly rubs. Kim rescued a bunny, Peaches, from a cosmetic company and Lotte had gotten a pup of her own, Brownie, who was also a pleasurehound for a major network, rejected when he no longer drew high ratings. 

Arsenal was slowly becoming a zoo, filled with barks and purrs. Their team group chat had turned into a pet helpline filled with adorable pictures of the shenanigans 

And while Leah and Alessia had come to love the new additions to their team, the pair still had… reservations. 

Sure, the practice was widespread, and hardly considered controversial. And yes, some people willingly signed up to be pets when they turned 18. But many were surrendered due to debt, chose it over jail or were kidnapped and forced. 

It didn’t sit right with them. 

Not until they saw how their friends' pets were thriving after being treated properly. Not until they saw that they could offer the ability for pets to choose. The ability to show preference and desires and to have them honored. 

Plus, Beth and Viv had made a fair point. Rescuing a pup was different than ordering one from one of the many Labs, Tech Companies or suppliers. It meant taking someone who had been in a crappy situation and offering them a new beginning. One that would be a vast improvement. 

They could show them love, and give them dignity, something that was blatantly lacking from the pet trade. 

That’s how they ended up at a pet shelter on one of their few Saturdays days of trailing after two attendants, Kara and Lexa, as they introduced them to each pet and gave them a short description of their personalities. 

It was a nice way to do it, she thought.

It made each of the pets seem like more than just… objects. It made sure that they found the pet that fit them best. One they would click with. 

She also realized it let Kara and Lexa make sure that her and Leah would be good owners. 

Kara’s questions were subtle, asking about their jobs, the amount of time they could devote to a pet, what kind of home they lived in and what traits they valued. Lexa was more direct, point blank questioning them about what their plans were, and making sure that both of them agreed that many of the practices in both the pleasure and security sectors were despicable and not to be replicated. 

“And who is this?” Alessia asked as they moved on to the next kennel, her fingers trailing along the tall black bars that made up the space. 

Kara smiled widely, flipping the lock on the cage door and easing it open. “This is Missy,” 

She reached up to scratch behind the kitten's dark hair, as Leah followed her. 

“Hello Missy,” The blonde defender said, also reaching to pet the kitten, even as Alessia hovered by the door. 

The kitten batted at her hand, trying to catch it, earning a fond smile from the defender. “You’re a spicy one, aren’t you?”

“Missy is quite playful, and absolutely loves attention,” Kara hummed, scratching the kitten under her chin. “And cooking shows, or anything with fish on the screen really,”

“She does prefer elevated spaces,” Lexa added, gesturing toward the tower of platforms the kitten was laying on. “And will get depressed if she has to stay at ground level,” 

Alessia made a low noise, as Leah scratched gently behind the kitten’s ear, her eyes wandering down the line of kennels. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the kitten or any of the other pets they had seen, but she hadn’t felt that connection yet. 

Still, there were so many kennels left. 

It was heartbreaking how many of them were full. How many had little faces pressing against the black bars, trying to attract a potential owner? 

All except one down at the very end of the hall. 

She tilted back, trying to get a better look at what lay behind the bars, but all she could make out was a blue lump in the corner. 

She couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards the cage. 

“What about the one down there?” She asked, already stepping towards the dark metal bars at the very end of the hallway. 

A pained look crossed Kara’s face as she followed Alessia’s gaze. “She’s one of our newer arrivals,”

“Why is she all alone?” Alessia asked as they passed empty kennels on either side of the ones leading up to the one at the end of the hallway. 

“She’s having a hard time adjusting,” Kara explained, as Lexa walked in front of them. Leah trailed after them, looking much less enthusiastic. 

The tattooed handler grimaced as they got closer to the cage. “Given her circumstances, she might not be the best fit for first-time owners,”

Leah silently agreed based on the giant orange sign taped to the black bars of your area that read: 

Possibly aggressive

Two handlers are required during feeding 

“Less, what about Missy? We don’t want-” Leah suggested, catching the forward's arm. Alessia glared over her shoulder, effectively killing any further protests on her tongue. 

“The sign is just precautionary,” Kara said as they got closer, pausing at the door of the kennel. “She hasn’t been very interactive since she arrived, and we don’t have a good idea of her temperament yet,”

 “And she hasn’t seemed interested in food, or treats, so we require two handlers in case there’s a trigger there we don’t know about yet,” Lexa continued, unhooking her keys from her waistband and with a jingle. 

You pressed yourself into the far corner of the kennel at the sound, curling into a tight ball against the white bricks, and hiding your face from the group under a small blue blanket. 

Alessia couldn’t stop the coo that left her lips at the sight of your nose just barely peeking out from underneath the small blanket. 

“What’s her name?” She asked, shifting closer to the now open door, keeping her voice very soft. 

“We don’t know. Her previous owner only identified her by a number, and she hasn’t responded to any that we’ve tried,” Kara explained, her voice going very soft. “The only thing she’s liked since she got here is the blanket,”

As if you understood that they were talking about the thin fabric covering you, your fingers wound tightly on the edge like you thought they would take it away. 

All the movement did was shift the blanket to reveal more of your skin, littered with thick lines and yellowing bruises. 

“We suspect she was training to be a fighting dog and failed during one of the final checks,” Kara explained softly at their collective intake of breath. “She was in rough shape when they brought her in,”

Leah made a low noise of agreement, her eyes trailing the thick line of gauze that peeked out from the small flannel blanket you had tucked around yourself. It spanned from your too-skinny side, across your ribs, and to your back, where Leah was sure she could count each of your vertebrae.

It made her sick that someone could do this to another creature. “Final checks?”

“They put them with a bait dog to test their prey drive,” Lexa explained, easing the door to your cage open. You made no move to greet them. “From their records and the amount of titanium modifications they made, they thought she would be very… lethal,”

Leah made a low sound in the back of her throat. 

She knew about… modifications that people made to pets. The inhumane surgeries were considered upgrades. 

It made her sick that not only had you been physically abused, but you had also been surgically altered for someone else’s purposes. 

“Viv and Beth’s pup was a bait dog. She's such a tiny thing,” She murmured, thinking of how your scars mirrored those Lady bore. 

“They’re purposefully kept weak so the fighting dogs can beat them and gain confidence,” Kara said, stepping just inside the kennel and to the side so they had a clear view of you. 

Leah’s nose scrunched, thinking about how sweet and tiny Lady was, always rubbing up against legs and asking for pets and scritches. “Nasty stuff,”

“Indeed,” Kara agreed, crouching and leaning against the bars. You just curled tighter into yourself, shifting the blanket to cover more of your back. It slipped higher, revealing the thick scars on your legs just above your ankles. 

The place where your tendons had been cut to prevent you from standing on 2 legs. 

Alessia frowned, crouching next to Kara in the kennel entrance. “But she didn’t pass?”

“No. Their notes said her prey drive was too low, and unfortunately, that’s all the information we have besides the condition she was in when their compound was raided,” Lexa sighed, rubbing her forehead. “It appears that they were trying to enhance her hunting instincts with bearings and starvation,” 

Alessia hummed, stepping into the cage beside Kara and squatting so she didn’t intimidate you. 

“Hey pretty girl,” She said gently. 

You peeked up at her, blinking slowly, most of your face still hidden, meeting her blue eyes. She could see the terror in them, masked only by the deepest sense of anguish. 

She made a cooing sound. “It must be scary in here, huh?” 

A low whimper left your lips, and you shifted towards the door, and Alessia, dragging the blanket with you. 

The three women behind Alessia froze, and Lexa and Kara shared a look. 

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever seen her move,” Kara murmured, reaching into the fanny pack around her waist and pulling a small slice of sausage out. At the same time, Lexa put one hand on the spray at her hip, and gestured for Leah to get low like Alessia and Kara were with the other. 

They didn’t think you would snap, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

She followed Lexa’s instructions, kneeling and placing a gentle hand on Alessia’s shoulder. 

“Try this,” The blonde kennel attendant kept her voice low as she passed the piece to Alessia, neither of their eyes leaving your timid form. “We haven’t had much luck getting her to eat, but maybe you can,” 

She held the sausage out to you with a flat palm, and all four women held their breath as you scooted forward, and stopped, watching them with wide, terrified eyes. 

“It’s ok, sweet one,” Alessia said, her voice soft, reassuring. “You can take it,” 

You glanced from the treat to Alessia’s face and back, your nostrils going wide as you sniffed in the new scents, sliding just a bit closer to them. 

You didn’t reach for the treat, instead you ducked your head and very gently raised it to touch the back of Alessia’s hand. 

She moved slowly, taking the treat with her free hand and flipping her palm over to gently scratch your head. 

You practically melted, pressing more of your head into her hand. Her nails ran over your scalp, and a sound that was cross between a purr and a growl fell from your lips. 

Leah couldn’t hold in her little awe.

“She’s adorable,” She mumbled, inching towards you and extending a hand to join Alessia’s. She picked a spot just behind your ear, gently stroking the place where your skin and hair met. 

You paused as you registered the new sensation, your body contorting like it didn’t know if it wanted to lean in closer or pull away. 

“It’s ok. It’s just Leah. She won’t hurt you,” Alessia murmured, though she could tell you didn’t quite believe her. 

She gently nudged Leah with her free arm, a silent order to say something that wouldn’t break the tenuous truce you had developed. 

“You’re ok,” Leah murmured, gently scratching behind your ear. “Less is right, you are quite cute,”

You made a groaning sound in the back of your throat that was a mix between a grumble and a purr. 

It pulled a smile from her lips. “You don’t like being called cute?”

You made the grumbling sound again, shrugging to displace Leah’s hand behind your ear. 

The defender chuckled. “I see how it is,” 

Alessia dragged her nails more deeply against your scalp, turning your grumble purr into a straight up purr, a wide smile pulled across her lips. “I want her,”

Leah hummed in agreement. 

You were clearly attached to Alessia, and she trusted that - despite the large orange sign on your door- that you wouldn’t hurt the forward. 

You were just scared and hurt, and you deserved a chance. 

“Kara can get you set up in a room so we can fill out some paperwork and go over some of our suggestions, and I’ll get this one set up with a nice new collar and a muzzle,” Lexa said, pushing herself to her feet. 

You flinched at the movement, causing the blanket to fall from your back. 

“Shh pretty girl,” Alessia soothed you gently. “You’re ok,” 

Leah frowned, gesturing towards where you were practically melting at Alessia’s touch. “Why does she need a muzzle? She hasn’t been aggressive,”

A pained expression crossed Kara’s features as she also pushed herself to her feet, more slowly than Lexa had. “The muzzle is just precautionary. We’ve had her isolated since she’s been here, and we don’t want an incident if she gets overwhelmed,” 

Leah sighed, she had to agree. 

The last thing she wanted was for you to lash out because you got frightened. 

“I don’t want to leave her,” Alessia murmured, and you nuzzled deeper into her hand. 

She took that as you saying you didn’t want her to leave either, but she knew she had to. 

“They’ll only be a few minutes,” Kara promised. 

“And I’ll take good care of your pretty girl,” Lexa added, smiling genuinely at them. 

Alessia’s fingers dragged through your hair one more time, as she released a long breath. 

“I’ll see you in a few minutes alright?” She said, giving your one last scratch before she pulled away.

You pouted as she stood, making a low, upset sound.

“I know,” She repeated. “Just a few minutes, and you get to come home with me and Lee,” 

You huffed, turning away from them, grabbing your blanket between your teeth and heading for your little corner.  

Alessia frowned, but didn’t stop you. 

She knew it would take a lot to earn your trust. 

“It’ll be alright,” Lexa said as she closed the door of the kennel. “We’ll come find you guys as soon as I got her all set up,”

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“She’s had all of her shots, and her medical paperwork is in the file. The first issue we should discuss is her temperament,” Kara began, sliding a stack of papers across the table for them to read, pointing to the first page that listed dietary suggestions. “I would suggest hand feeding. It’ll help her learn to trust you,” 

“You said she hasn’t been interested in food,” Leah said, looking down at the page. 

Next to likes and dislikes almost nothing was checked. There were no notes. 

All except a little star next to the line that read Peanutbutter. 

“No,” Kara agreed quickly. “But that could all be down to stress. Variety will be your best friend in the beginning. Stick with finding foods she’ll enjoy first, and then we can worry about meeting her required macros later,”

Alessia nodded, her mind already working through the foods they had in the cabinet and the ones they would need to buy. 

The Arsenal meal team had done well to provide the growing zoo within the team with foods that fit their preferences. If they could grill Jax a T-bone steak for lunch every day, then surely they could grill whatever food you latched on to. 

It would just be at home they would need to worry about. 

“I’m also going to suggest obedience classes,” Kara continued, flipping the packet of papers to show them a flier. “We offer one three times a week that I think would help both of you and your new pup,” 

“This is the one Lotte takes Brownie to,” Alessia noted, taking the flier. 

Leah hummed. “Beth and Viv took Lady last week too,”

“Friends in class are good,” Kara nodded. “It will help her to be around the same pets, and she should feel more comfortable,” 

Alessia and Leah shared a look. 

Making you comfortable was their number one priority. 

“We’ll be there,” Alessia said, only looking away from her girlfriend when a light knock sounded G the door, and it slowly swung open. 

Lexa peeked her head in, before she looked behind her. “Alessia and Leah are in here, don’t you want to say hello?”

They waited another long second, before your face very hesitantly appeared beside Lexa’s leg in the doorway. 

“Hey pretty girl, you’re ok,” Alessia said, breaking into a smile. 

You perked up considerably at her voice, looking up at Lexa as though you were asking for permission to actually enter the room. 

“Go ahead,” Lexa smiled down at you, reaching down to unclip the leash from your collar. “I think they’re excited to see you too,”

You waited a long second before you eased your way into the room, your blue blanket tied around your collar so it fell around your back like a cape. 

“Come here sweetheart,” Alessia cooed, drawing your wary eyes away from Lexa and Kara towards her and Leah. 

It took you another long second to make your way over to her, gently nudging her leg with your head. 

She reached down to scratch the sensitive spot just behind your ear, over where the straps of the leather muzzle landed. 

“Are you sure she needs that?” Leah asked, watching you carefully paw the material that covered your mouth. 

“It’s just precautionary,” Lexa repeated, taking the seat beside Kara. “She’s not aggressive, but fear can provoke a reaction bite. I would suggest she wear it when you’re going to be around people and other pets, just until she’s socialized and loses that fear response,” 

Leah and Alessia shared a hum, though Alessia didn’t look thrilled with the suggestion. 

They understood, yes, but it felt… dehumanizing. You were a person after all, despite what you had been conditioned to believe. 

At the same time, they both knew they couldn’t risk you biting someone, even out of fear. 

“We just need a name for her to complete the paperwork,”  Kara said, flipping the packet to the last page. “You can use pretty girl if you like,”

Leah and Alessia shared another look. 

While pretty girl was a nice nickname for you, they had something different in mind for your actual name. 

“Let’s go with Y/n,” Leah said, looking back towards Kara and Lexa. 

You hummed contentedly at the name, leaning into Alessia’s fingers. 

“I think she likes that name,” Alessia cooed, digger her nails under the straps of the muzzle, making sure none of your hair tangled in it. 

You made another sound of contentment as Kara finished filling out the papers and slid them to Leah and Alessia. 

“Just sign on the dotted line, and she’s all yours,” 

It only took them a second to scrawl their signatures on the indicated lines, and then Alex’s was passing them your leash. 

“Enjoy your new super pup,” Lexa said, winking at you. “And treat her well,”

“We will,” Leah promised. 

They would take care of you, and fix the damage that had been done if it was the last thing they ever did. 

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Getting you back to their apartment had been… interesting. 

You had not been thrilled about the chest harness they strapped you into, but you hadn’t minded the car ride, even enjoying it when Alessia opened the back window for you. 

It was fine until they pulled up alongside a car that also had a pup in the back. You had pulled away from the window immediately, nearly jumping into the boot of Leah’s jeep before he started barking.

By the time the light changed and Leah eased the car forward, you were shaking like a leaf. It struck both of them as slightly off considering you had been trained to be a fighting dog. 

You had been very hesitant as they got you out of the car, your eyes swiveling around as they led you into their apartment and showed you around. 

Since then you had been curled up on the soft pet bed they had stationed in the living room, not even letting them close enough to you to remove the muzzle. 

They knew it would take time for you to settle. Their friends had all warned them of that already, so they let you be, flipping through channels until they got to a shark documentary that seemed to catch your attention. 

Alessia was thankful that the kitchen was connected to the living room so she didn’t have to leave you as she made dinner. Not that she didn’t trust Leah to watch you, but she didn’t want you to think she had disappeared. 

The first step to building trust was to show you that they were there, and you were safe. 

She stuck with simple foods, chicken and rice, partially because Leah didn’t like anything remotely adventurous and partially because she didn’t know what you would enjoy. 

She and Leah ate first, sharing worried looks when you didn’t even patter over at the smell of food.

After their meal was cleaned up, they turned their attention to you. 

They started by sitting on the floor in front of their couch, a good distance from your pet bed, with your food bowl. 

“Hey pretty girl, are you hungry?” Alessia asked gently, holding the bowl out for you to sniff. “If you come a little closer I can take your muzzle off and you can eat,”

You didn’t lift your head off of hand, or make any move to approach them. 

Your nostrils didn’t even flare out to smell the bowl. 

It sent red flags spinning in their brains. 

They shared a look before Alessia passed the bowl to Leah and scooted closer to you, to the edge of your bed. “Ok pretty girl, will you let me take the muzzle off?”

Your eyes flickered away from shark show and towards the blonde briefly, before your head tilted minutely. 

She took that as the ok to reach for the buckle on the leather contraption attached to your face, carefully easing it open and sliding it off of your head. 

You yawned wide as soon as it was removed, scrunching your nose adorably. 

Alessia passed the leather contraption she never intended to use again back to Leah, and the defender passed her the bowl. 

She reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of chicken, carefully holding it out to you with a flat palm. “Eat for me, pretty girl,”

You huffed. 

“Please,” Alessia said, her voice edging on pleading as she offered you the piece again. 

You sighed, clearly unhappy, but you leaned forward and took the piece of chicken from her gently, chewing and swallowing. 

“Good girl, Y/n,” The forward hummed, reaching into the bowl and pulling out another piece. 

You let her feed you a few more bites before you buried your face in your bed, clearly signaling that you were finished with your meal. 

Alessia sighed again, looking back at Leah who could only shrug. 

She turned back to you and slowly extended her hand, scratching behind your ear. “You can be done,”

You made a groaning noise that sounded like relief. 

Leah snorted, pushing herself to her feet and grabbing the half-filled bowl of food from Alessia. “I don’t think I ever per a pet who was happy dinner was over,”

“Y/n is one of a kind,” Alessia agreed, her nails dragging pleasantly against your scalp. 

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Bedtime was relatively easy. 

Alessia and Leah went about their normal routines, only adding brushing your teeth and showing you where there was a second bed for you at the base of their bed. 

This one had a fluffy red blanket and a stuffed dragon. 

You had been… hesitant at first to get into it, looking at the door for the blue bed that existed in the living room. 

You chose to sit just in front of it, curling in a little ball that didn’t look comfortable, and draping your favorite blue blanket around you. (Alessia longed to fix it since it was bunched and only covered half of your body). 

Again, Leah and Alessia let you be. 

Lights were turned off as a stupid show played on the television as all three of you wound down, and before you knew it, a silence had settled over the room. It was broken only by the sounds of breathing and the occasional shift on the bed.

It was… uncomfortable. 

You weren’t used to it being so… quiet. 

You were used to the sounds of barks, and chain link shifting lulling you to sleep. You were used to a corner you could curl up in. 

You weren’t used to a bed, and you wanted to lay in it but you were sure it was a… trap. 

Just like you had thought the chicken Alessia tried to feed you was a trap. 

It had always been a trap before. 

You huffed, shifting next to the pet bed. 

Maybe if you slept in it, but woke up before the two women who had adopted you, you would be safe. 

It was soft, and you would be warm. 

You shifted again, freezing at the sound of someone moving from on the bed permeated the room. 

You had woken them up, and now the other shoe would finally fall. 

You curled tighter into yourself and waited for the pain that never came. 

Instead, there were only soft footsteps. 

“Trouble sleeping?” 

Your eyes blinked open at Leah’s soft question, meeting her blue eyes in the low light of the television. 

You nodded hesitantly. 

“Me neither,” Leah agreed. “Let’s go get a midnight snack,”

You padded after the defender as she headed towards the kitchen, stopping by the island near the stove as she headed for the cabinet by the fridge. 

She grabbed a brown jar with a teal lid, setting it on the counter before rummaging around in the drawer below. 

“Ah ha,” She cheered, holding up a spoon victoriously, grabbing the Jar, and turning to face you. 

Your head tilted to the side at the object. 

“I think you’ll like this,” She said, unscrewing the top and dipping in the spoon. 

When she pulled it out, the most delicious-smelling substance you had ever encountered coated it. 

You watched with rapt attention as the spoon disappeared into her mouth and came out clean.

Your mouth watered. 

“Peanut butter?” Leah asked, tilting the jar your way. 

Your head tilted, and you just barely leaned forward on your knuckles as your nose flared, trying to catch more of the scent. 

Leah’s lips tilted up at how adorable you looked, as she dipped the spoon back in the jar and then held it out for you. It was just out of your reach, closer to her than you had ventured yet. 

You had an immediate connection with Alessia but were still incredibly wary of her for some reason, she tried not to let it bother her.

You were hesitant to take the step forward. 

But it smelled so good. 

Your tummy rumbled, and your tongue darted across your lips. 

Leah stayed perfectly still, watching you with bated breath. She knew this was the only way to build trust with you. To show you that they wouldn’t hurt you. 

You very slowly took a step, tilting your head towards the offered treat, your eyes moving rapidly between her and the spoon. 

Your tongue carefully made its way between your lips and licked the spoon. 

Your eyes went very wide at the taste, and you quickly leaned closer to take the spoon into your mouth. 

“Good right?” Leah asked with a chuckle as the spoon came out of your mouth, completely free of peanut butter. 

You woofed softly, using your nose to nudge the now empty spoon back towards Leah, eyeing the jar on the counter.

She followed your eyes, shaking her head. “How about we try something else?” 

Alessia would kill her if she found out all you had eaten was Peanut Butter when you hadn’t been interested at all in dinner. She would point out that you needed carbs and protein to help you get to a healthy weight while being healthy. Neither of them liked how… skeletal you were, and any food was good really, but so was balance to give you the most sustainable energy they could. 

Leah searched the counter, looking for something to pair with the only food you seemed to like. 

“What about some banana?” She asked, grabbing for the fruit. 

She opened it and broke off a piece, offering it to you. 

You leaned forward to sniff it and pulled back in disgust. 

“What about if we add some Peanut butter?” She asked, digging the spoon back into the peanut butter and sticking the pale yellow slice on top. 

You stared at her skeptically, sure that the fruit would ruin the delicious brown treat underneath. 

“It’s good, trust me,” Leah promised when your eyes flickered back up to her. 

You huffed, scrunching your nose up at it, and then flinching away when you realized what you had done. 

“No pretty girl, you’re ok,” Leah said, dropping her voice and immediately sinking down so she was on the same level as you. She didn’t want to frighten you. “You’re allowed to not like things,” 

You curled into yourself, tucking your body as close as you could to the island. 

Leah wondered idly if Alessia would have elicited the same reaction from you. You seemed to trust the forward more for whatever reason. 

She gently pulled the banana bit off of the spoon, popping it into her mouth and offering the peanut butter to you once again. 

You sniffed, barely peeking out at her. 

She understood now why peanut butter was the only food on your list at the shelter. 

It was the only thing besides Alessia (and maybe your blue blanket) that you would risk coming out of your shell for. 

“You can have it,” Leah assured you, keeping her voice soothing and calm, ignoring the soft sound of padding feet coming down the hallway from their bedroom. “You’re ok,” 

You sniffed again, wishing you had brought your blanket with you on this excursion. Bad things always happened when you forgot it. 

You wanted to trust Leah, and the peanut butter did smell amazing. 

Very slowly, you leaned forward towards the spoon, making eye contact with Leah before you took it back into your mouth. 

She kept still as you licked it clean with a satisfied sigh, and pulled away. 

“Let’s go to bed,” She said, slowly pushing herself to stand, placing the spoon in the sink to be dealt with in the morning, and putting the jar of Skippy back into the cabinet. 

You woofed again softly, padding after her once she was done. 

Maybe things would be good here.