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ausi-is-furry · 4 months

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Some art of some friends’ ocs! Mostly sonas ^_^

Bonus chibis coming eventually!

Characters belong to (in order):

Ephyra “Ephy” @generaldisrder

Frappe @lesbianrocko

Robbie “R.J” @bonefruits

Smudge @carruni

Ray @chaosblast

Fanta @kittykittycatnip

(unshaded versions in reblogs)

#hybrid #feline #dragon #primate #canine #cat #monkey #dog #mutt #border collie #german shepherd #boston terrier #illustration #my art #others’ ocs #(I’m pretty sure Ephy isn’t actually a cat dragon hybrid but)#(I tag it as such for the appearance)#(same for Fanta)

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hopkei · 6 months

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so apparently taiki made an ig post and then immediately deleted it..? i see the pics reposted on ig but like. can i post them if theyre not supposed to be leaked yetttt...😖😖

#obviously i saved them IMMEDIATELY #but what are the ethics here lol #theyre clearly already reposted in twt idk how long it was up for #but come on iTS THE DOG CALENDAR #perhaps i will just stare at them lovingly for the next 4hrs and see if he reposts it lol #and then i will have to share before i explode of fanta x dog love

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nruto · 2 years

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i need to go to a jpn 7/11 so bad it is one of the things on my hierarchy of needs that place is.

#gas station order? 7/11 ORDER !!!#american dog and melon fanta <3 #kazu.txt

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banqanas · 1 month

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I love scrolling instagram and getting animal videos that got liked by Sawanatsu in my algorithm 🤣🤣🤣

#fanta txt #sawamoto natsuki #at this point you get used to his patterm like #sawanatsu likes animal and dog videos the most LOL

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petfindersillies · 5 months

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here's a refreshing Blue Fanta! this beautiful pit bull terrier can be found in Philadelphia, PA!

#pet finder #petfinder #dog adoption #dog #blue fanta #blue #fanta #philadelphia

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cannellee · 1 month

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TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! draken x omega! reader x omega! emma

— you and emma are both dating and you try everything to court your crush, draken.

cw : reader and emma are flirty ++, the ending is bad

my masterlist: ☆

you and emma were the oh so coveted omega couple of the town. so unusual for two fragile things like you to actually turn to another omega rather than an alpha who can properly take care of you.

but whatever people could think about the stability of your relationship, the both of you were a happy little pair who wanted nothing more than to stay together.

you thought that none of you would ever come to crave the touch of an alpha, to try and attract one. but here you were, desperately looking for the tall man working at his bike shop.

you met him at emma's house, he's a friend of her brother and comes rather regularly. still, emma never actually took the time to properly talk with him so she didn't really knew what he was like.

but a few weeks prior, when you were waiting for emma to get dressed, draken offered to escort the both of you to your destination. his eyes were filled with nothing but genuine concern and you found the three of you enjoying the conversation upon your walk there.

kind, strong, reliable and respectful. draken was definitely a change. not that you or emma was getting tired of your relationship, but your love was big enough to be shared with an extra person.

you didn't need to have a serious talk together, your mind and desires were so in tunes you knew exactly what the other was thinking. you thought having an alpha by your side wasn't so bad after all.

so you spent most of your days courting him. it was subtle, more like attempts at being friendly and appearing small in hopes to spark his protective instincts.

unexpectedly, draken was hard to get. the lovely mixture of both your vanilla scent and emma's honey one usually made people stop in their tracks and whip their heads into your direction. but draken remained stoic, never flinching when your chest brushed against his big arm just a little too close and emma's hand lingered a while longer on his biceps.

so you decided you had to take things further and got even bolder.

you once mindlessly 'forgot' your sweater over when you had to give him the homework he had missed the day before. your scent was sure to be spreading inside his whole room if he didn't throw it out. but he gave it to you the next day, clothe neatly folded in a bag as if your serious courting gift didn't happen. similarly, emma and you would bake a few of your favourite treats, showing off your cooking skills and handing it to him in a pretty box all cutely tied up with pink ribbons and glitters. he ate all of it and thanked you with a neutral smile, not even hinting that he might be just a tiny bit interested.

draken's self control was insane, making you actually question if he was an alpha for how little response he showed when you nearly drowned him in your sugary sweet pheromones. you swore you once saw his eyebrows twitch but you couldn't say anything else as he left you there right after.

you were so upset he wasn't responding accordingly and emma felt as frustrated as you. "what the hell is so disgusting about us that he won't even look our way", she huffed, cuddling closer to you in your nest, feeling vexed at his lack of reaction.

"don't say that emma! I'm sure with a little more time he'll finally give in", she looked at you unconvinced, but didn't say anything, preferring to let you stay optimistic about it.

and how right you were. it has only been two weeks of intensive courting and draken's patience was running thin. he didn't know how to feel, he didn't know how to react, but most importantly, he didn't know if you were aware of how unusually tempting the both of you were being.

draken knew you were dating, and he respected that. he opted for the role of a guard dog, chasing away people who thought you were easy preys and a real walking fantasy.

draken would've lied if he said seeing his two omega friends so close to him and giving him extra attention didn't flatter him. it made him soften up more than he'd like to admit.

he'd taken the habit of buying you guys food and sweets along with pastries, he had your tastes figured out and couldn't help but worry about whether you took care of yourselves properly.

he knew that was probably disrespectful and he didn't want any of you to know how he felt. he wanted to preserve that precious friendship and for you not to associate him with those lust-driven alphas.

when you invited him over to your house in one ultimate attempt to make him crumble, draken thought he was going to explode.

you guided him inside your nest room, forced him down next to the blankets and plushies – which you drowned in your scents a few minutes before – and proceeded to sit next to him on each side.

you settled on watching a movie after all but begging draken to actually stay over even if your little plumbing problem had been solved by him soon after he arrived. he gulped as he watched the two of you reach for the popcorn bowl you put in his lap, bending over each time you reached for a fist of your favourite treat.

draken kept growing hotter with each passing minutes as, weirdly, problems after problems seemed to arise. first, you mysteriously cut yourself, "draken, my finger hurts a lot. I think you should kiss it better". and emma watches with an amused smile how the big man softly treats your tiny wound, gently blowing on it after putting a bandage on it.

draken feels himself lose his patience even more after emma undresses herself, claiming it's always too hot when there are multiple people in the nest. removing her sweater, she's left with nothing but a tight top which barely covers her tits.

draken's scent is getting stronger and you take that as your first little victory as he always was so composed. you turn to emma who gives you a knowing look and you both agree to try something else. you were ready to risk it all, draken was either gonna accept your courting or your friendship was over !

"draken..." you start, "don't you like us?" the question came out more hesitantly than you expected and you waited for his response.

"... what?" he looks at you with visible confusion.

"oh come on, don't tell us you didn't notice how serious it was for us. it's like you don't even care" the annoyance in emma's voice is quickly replaced by hurt, her omega growing sadder at the rejection of her alpha.

draken felt himself panicking, almost clueless until he finally connects the dots. no wonder you were so clingy and acted this cute with him.

draken didn't know how to feel about having your full attention on him, but your little confession had him weak in the knees.

draken wasn't usually one to be this dumb about such topics. he'd say he's actually rather observant. but your attachment to him had totally been misunderstood, thinking you just liked him as a friend. he had forced himself to the point he tried to keep his distance with you because he didn't want to be a homewrecker, even with how his instincts nearly killed him each time he had to watch you close your door leaving him outside when all he wanted was to join you and take care of you like you deserved.

after the initial confusion, draken was ecstatic, like he had finally accomplished his utmost dream.

"if you don't like us courting you, just say it !"

"w-what? oh no, please don't believe that", he quickly denied your accusations, "I just didn't catch on it, I thought you liked me but not like..."

emma huffed, angry that draken was so slow. he noted both of your frustration and made it his priority to appease you.

"I'm sorry. i didn't mean to upset you. and I... really love you"

god, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. you looked at emma's sparkling eyes, your own scent growing sweeter by the joy you felt.

you took that as his permission to cuddle so you shimmied closer to him, strong arms falling on the both of you, shielding you like never before.

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waterloggedsoliloquy · 6 months

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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

#cecil drawls #long post #i love you guys

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Okay but the idea of Bob getting to the point where he has to throw hands to protect you is so hot. Purely because you just know it’s not in his nature.

Another Statistic // Bob Floyd

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: hey guys so a major trigger warning on this one for sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion and please remember that this is a work of fiction. Angst is what I do.

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This really got out of control For this one we need to go back to the beginning of the story.

Robert Floyd didn’t drink alcohol for a few reasons. None of them really being all too life changing, for one he just didn’t like the burning sensation that came along with liquor, and beer just out right made him feel sick. He’d tried a few fancy cocktails here and there—all enjoyable until the sugar wore off or until the next morning. But there was one reason why Bob was always the designated driver, one reason why he always had a plan A, a plan B and a plan C. There was a reason why he preferred water or a glass of Lemonade, Fanta or Coke while at dinners, clubs or bars and there was a reason he never really caved to the societal pressure of drinking with your peers after a long day, or social gatherings where alcohol seemed to be in abundance.

The simple answer to all Robert Floyd’s why’s, the question ‘you aren’t drinking man?’ Had a more simple answer that could easily be shortened down to one word. One person actually.

You.

Bob chose a long time ago that he’d be happy to never drink again if that meant he could protect you. And that’s not to say Bob had ever been some macho Johnny Bravo protector. No. Bob in his very nature was a back seater. He was very much a back seater in all aspects of life, a wallflower. But god Bob would run out into the line of fire any day if it meant taking a bullet that was meant for you. He’d do anything for the love of his life, his best friend. And he has and always will continue to.

“And who would this lovely lady of the sea be?” Like the wallflower he was, Bob had had enough time to get a pretty good read on the type of man Jake Seresin was. He'd come to the conclusion he was happy he hadn’t encountered the man who had an ego the size out Mt Everest. What Bob couldn't see coming from a million miles away would be the fact Jake Seresin would become a bigger part of his life then he could ever picture. A trusted colleague, a good friend and above all? Godfather to his child but we’ll touch base on that at a later time. “Bob? Care to introduce us to your friend here? One of Top Guns finest i presume?”

“Uh–” Bob stammered over his words as he cleaned peanut crumbs from his uniform. “This is uh–um i–” Bob watched as you chuckled, passing him your half finished beer as you held out your hand out for Jake to shake gracefully. Bob watched you interact with Jake, his hand slowly coming to find the hem of your naval skirt, twirling the fabric carefully between his fingers. A small yet loving gesture to let you know he was there. He'd always be there. Holding your half drunk beer brought back a memory Bob didn't want to remember. It wasn't a fond memory or one he’d necessarily like to ever talk about again. But for some reason holding your beer watching Jake try to make his move on you just brought the memories flooding back, like a brick wall had fallen on top of him.

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Woody’s Tavern was the place to be. It was where the majority of the naval academy cadets chose to spend their free time. Drinking away the pain for fitness tests and long gruelling days learning how to operate navigation systems, perform Clarence dives and just in general learning how to be Navy men and women. You of course were no exception to the rule.

“Bob, it's a friday night, it's a long weekend, there's no classes on Monday and we don't have another exam till wednesday week!” working to fix your earring you reminded Bob who sat at the end of your bed looking at you like a love struck puppy dog you'd just kicked in the face. “Let loose will ya?”

“It's just not my thing, you know that.” It was Bob's turn to retaliate, reminding you that this was him you were talking to. Bob. Robert Floyd. “I'd rather just, not.” Bob explained briefly. He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, that the dress you wore looked nice, respectable yet fun at the same time. He thought the colour made your eyes pop, but that it didn't take away from the fact your smile was the one thing that he couldn't get enough of. But he settled for something that he knew would be low key, that would keep him under your radar. “You look nice though.”

“Thanks–” it made your heart flutter, in fact it skipped a beat as the butterflies in your stomach took off into a million different directions. You were smitten and he didn't even know it. The heat in your cheeks rose as you tried your best to cool your face before turning around to face Bob. “You still okay to pick me up though?” you asked softly, making sure the offer still stood. Bob finished his phone out from his back pocket as he stood, making his way over to you as he turned the ringer off silent, turning the volume up as loud as the device would allow him to do so.

“Just call me when you're ready.” The moment between you and Bob lingered in silence as the gap seemed to be almost nonexistent. Your eyes roamed his face, his body. The simple T-shirt he wore that hung off his chest so perfectly. His eyes roamed your face, your body. He was well and truly fucked if you didnt feel the same way about him, he knew that. So to say nothing was better to say something and risk losing you all together. The friendship you shared was worth more to him then you'd probably ever know. But something bold told him to question why you were looking at him the way you were. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You asked, caught out as you shook your head for a second, collecting yourself. “I wasn't lo–”

“You were looking at me! You had a look in your eye!” Bob chuckled as he watched you grab your shoes, a friend picking you up to take you over to the tavern, charlotte.

“Well even if I was you were looking at me too!” you sassed back. “So I don't know what that's all about but whatever it was, it won't happen again.” you rolled your shoulders back. You'd almost been caught red handed literally longing for Bob. a close call.

“Yes ma'am Radar ma’am.” Bob teased as he saluted you, falling back onto your bed. Staying the night so he could keep an eye on the most definite drunk version of yourself that he’d be collecting at all hours of the night. “Just be careful, please?” leaning back on his forearms, Bob looked at you with a serious look in his eyes, suddenly a different vibe lingered between you as he stared at you, drinking you in. “Promise me, what’s the safe word again? Peaches or peechay or something to do with peaches? Isn’t it?” You didn't say anything as you pressed your lips together, holding your purse to your chest, debating whether or not it was a good idea to go for it or not. Throw all corrosion into the wind and let Bob know that you'd come back to him.

Maybe it was the few shots you had to pre game the night, or maybe it was just the fact you loved Bob with all your heart but just couldn't say it. But you were walking closer to where he was sitting on your bed, leaning in and over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Rubbing your thumb over the shade of nude you'd left behind from your lips.

“I'll be fine, but I promise I'll be careful.” stunned into complete silence and shook at what you'd just done. Bob's eyes lit up in pure joy. Coughing to clear his throat a little before he responded in broken english. Forgetting how to speak, how to breathe all at the same time from a simple gesture. “Peachy—I’m just peachy'' is the safe line.” You reminded him.

“Uh, good–yeah um, I'm glad we’re uh, we’re on the same page then.”

“I think we are, aren't we?” you asked. You hoped Bob was talking about the page where you both had mutual feelings but were both too scared to say anything. Not the page where you'd be careful on a Friday night out with friends. “Right?’ asking again as your unanswered question lingered in the air as Bob struggled to take his eyes off you. Opting to do the same thing you'd done just seconds before just slightly more ballsy and way out of his comfort zone. Leaning in to kiss you softly, Bob's lips melted with yours. His hands coming up to cup your checks, the pad of his thumbs softly rubbing your cheeks. A few seconds he'd remember for the rest of his life if this went south. Pulling away slowly, Bob feared opening his eyes. But when he did and he saw you looking back at him trying so hard to hide a smile so bright, his heart grew so much bigger.

“Yeah, yeah we’re on the same page.” Bob whispered. Watching as you stood, fixing yourself up as you made your way to your door. “I'll be here when you get back!” he smirked, leaning right back on your bed, getting comfy.

“Wish you were coming with me!” you cooed. Standing in the doorway. “Sure I can't tempt you?” Bob to this day regretted his next sentence, all he had to do was say sure and everything could have been avoided. Bob liked to tourtue himself over it. A sense of guilt always stayed with him, even years later. He had a chance.

“I'm good, really, maybe next time.” nodding softly, you accepted Bob's stance.

“I'll call you later.” you smiled, shutting the door softly as Bob watched out your bedroom window as you got into Charloots ute. Sighing heavily as he tried to process what just happened. A definite turning point in your friendship would soon be overshadowed by regret and guilt.

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The night had been going great, you’d been enjoying yourself. Letting loose. You felt like you hadn’t had the opportunity to just forget everything in a long time. The liquor was flowing and flowing fast. The music was pumping, the company was great. You felt like you’d had a real chance to relieve the incredibly serious, incredibly difficult immense pressures you carried above your shoulders. The incredibly toxic mustard shit that was the naval academy. You’d given just within an inch of your life to pass that advanced navigation exam and like fuck were you not going to let your hair down.

But picture this, let me set the scene for you. A game of pool had caught your eye, your whiskey sour slightly spilled over the lip of your glass as you handed it to Charlotte. Taking the pool cue you eyed your target, leaning over the table as you went to shoot your shot, a hand slid up the back of your leg, hovering over your arse. It had your heart pausing, instantly a sudden flush of heat overcame you with fear. Shooting your shot as you stood. Turing to see who was touching you so inappropriately.

“Radar—“ E.T smirked as you leaned back against the pool table. His body was uncomfortably close to yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. See the lust in his eyes. “You look great—“ so you’d been told, Bob was probably asleep by now. You wished he was here.

“Watch where those hands fall Leo before I break every last metacarpal in them.” Leo Ward. Call sign E.T because god was he otherworldly in his ability to do anything less than ordinary. He was an exceptional cadet, a fine pilot but he was a pig of a man. It was point blank, black and white knowledge. “I would back all the way off if I were you.” You hissed through gritted teeth.

“C’mon now Radar, you’re here for a good time, I can show you a good time.” Your face contorted in disgust. “Robert not around?” E.T look around for Bob who was usually glued to your hip. Two peas in a pod.

“You’re the last person on the planet I would give it up for, especially after this.” Pushing past Leo you sighed as he smirked. Walking back over the were Charlotte stood completely dumbfounded as she handed you your drink.

“Holy shit—“

“Don’t.” You mumbled into your drink, sinking back the liquor in one go. “Just Don’t—“

“E.T’s fucking plastered.” She chuckled. “God what a pig.” Sipping her own drink you felt a shiver run up your spine. “Should we go? I think I’m done for the night anyway—kinda don’t want to stick around and see who his next victim is if you know what I mean.” Charlotte sighed, knowing Leo probably wasn’t capable of understanding the word no at this point. As you watched him eye you down from across the tavern, you agreed.

“I’ll call Bob.” Fishing your phone from your purse, you hit Bob's name in your phone. ‘Other Half’ holding it up to your ear as the dial tone rang. It didn’t take long for Bob to answer. His voice deep and comforting.

“Bob's taxi service, how can I help you?” Bob teased as he let out a yawn. You couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip to stop a smirk from plastering your face.

“Can you come pick me up?” You asked softly. The night coming to an end. E.T’s inappropriate behaviour just ruining the mood for you. You were over it. Done.

“Ah, are we done letting loose are we?” Bob sat up, looking for his shirt in the dark of your room, having fallen asleep in the comfort of your bed. “I’ll be there in five.”

“Okay, see you soon?” You replied, holding back the anger and frustration that laced your tone.

“Hey, you alright?” Bob questioned, your tone blunt and sharp as you caught the sight of E.T staring at you. Eyes hungry. You needed to get out of there. “Renee?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just wanna come home.” You shook it off, remembering that going home meant getting to be with Bob. Something had shifted between the two of you and you were excited to see where things would go. The alcohol in your system suppressing the anxiety of potentially ruining the best friendship you’d ever had. “See you soon, okay? I’ll wait out the front with Charlotte.”

“I’ll drop her home on the way back, see you soon.” Bob was quick to finally find his shirt, shoving it over his head as he grabbed his keys, rubbing the sleep from the corner of his eyes before rushing out to where he car was parked.

Placing your phone back into your purse you lost sight of where E.T had gone, perhaps he’d left? Shaking off the unnerving feelings his presence had left you, you let your hand fall to Charlotte's shoulder as you leaned in.

“Hey Bobs on his way, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick and I’ll meet you outside!” Shouting over the music into Charlotte's ear, she nodded in response. Making your way through the busy tavern full of people you knew with familiar faces at every turn, you pushed open the bathroom door. It was empty. The three stalls all open and unoccupied. Choosing the middle stall you did what you needed to—emptied your very full bladder with a sigh of relief. Your head spinning from all the different liquors you’d consumed. After tonight you’d made a mental note to not mix your liquors.

Footsteps approached the stall beside you but you didn’t think too much into it. Wiping, flushing, fixing yourself up the best you could on slightly wobbly legs, you opened the stall, making a directed line for the sinks to wash your hands. Only to have two rather muscular arms wrap around you from behind. Your first instinct as fight or flight kicked in, you screamed, a hand cupping your mouth shortly after the muffle you, silence you.

“Shhh, shhh easy Radar, you wouldn’t want to ruin the run now would you?” You caught the sight of him in the mirror as you stilled, looking at him through the mirror as he looked back at you. E.T. “Just wanna have a little fun now that we're alone.” Removing his hand from your mouth slowly, Leo let his hand fall to your chest. You froze in fear. “See, now we’re having fun.”

“I don’t wanna do anything with you—“ you whispered through tears. E.T didn’t listen as he pushed you forcefully against the nearest wall. The back of your head smacking harshly against the tiles. “Leo stop—“ you begged. Again, he didn’t listen. His hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together as his other roamed your hips, slowly but surely making its way between your thighs. Fear hitching in the back of your throat.

“I just think that, if you really are gonna fuck your way to the top of the class, wouldn’t you want to fuck someone who could possibly raise your social status? Not some library dweller who probably doesn’t even know where to put it?” Leo smirked as his hand shoved your dress up to your hips. You tried to fight him off but in terms of strength? He dominated. “I’m serious Radar, no one takes you seriously with that bug eyed back seater.” Leo hissed as he started to undo his belt. His hand coming down from squeezing your cheeks to wrap around your neck. Choking you as he restricted your airways. “But me? We’d be unstoppable together, a power couple—“

“Leo, st—stop!” You cried out under the pressure of his hand around your throat. “We—talk, let’s talk!” Throwing you down to the ground, Leo grabbed your wrist above your head as his knees spread yours. Hovering over you as you squirmed. “LEO!!”

“I can make you cum, like nobody else has.” You wanted to throw up. “Not Bob, not anyone.” Leo hissed as he kissed your lips. Shaking him off you didn’t expect him to headbutt you out of rejection. Blood dripped from your nose as your head throbbed. Knocking on the door filling the bathroom.

“Renee you in there?” It was Bob, you knew it was Bob. Unbeknownst to you, E.T had locked the main door, only after having placed a makeshift out of order sign on the door to deter others away. Before you could respond Leo had his hand cupped over your mouth. Smirked Maniacally.

“Just me Rob, don’t even sweat it brother we’re just having some fun.” Leo leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Say yes or I swear to god I’ll beat that fucking guy into nothingness the second I’m done with you.” You knew Leo would, his eyes were so unapologetically dark as he removed his hand. “Aren’t we, Radar?” You hesitated as you let tears fall free.

“Yep! I’m just peachy!” Your voice hitched as you felt Leo’s lips on your neck as his fingers pushed your g-string to the side. “I’m just—just peachy!” You hoped, no. You fucking prayed Bob remembered, but hearing nothing in response you hope diminished quickly. Maybe Bob had been blinded by Jealousy to remember you’d never do anything to hurt him.

“Lover boys all gone now Radar—it’s just you and me.” Leo kissed your collarbone. “Can’t get enough of—“ it came out of nowhere. The door completely ripped off its hinges as Bob shouldered it with his entire being. Crashing into the bathroom with a thud, Bob was quick on his feet as he saw you under Leo in a complete mess. Crying, shaking in fear.

“What the hell, Ward!” Bob shouted as his hands balled into fists, tackling him off you. Straddling his waist as Bob laid into him, one punch after another. Robert Floyd had never been in a fight before, but for you he’d do anything. Blinded by pure unconditional love. “She said no! Didn’t she!?” Bob shouted, holding Leo’s collar. “Didn’t she!” Spitting a mouthful of blood out Leo chuckled before he answered.

“She asked for it the second she put that dress on and you know it, because I know that you know, you were thinking the same fucking thing.” Leo hissed, his teeth stained with his own blood. Bob threw him down. Standing as he left Leo bloodied in the corner of the bathroom. Looking around for you. His knuckles throbbing. You’d run out the second the door was open, flight overpowering fight as you ran through the tavern straight out into the car park. Bob's car was a beacon of safety as you ran straight for it.

“Renee!!” Bob shouted after you as you slid down the side of the passenger door. Of course he fucking locked it. Carefully and ever so slowly Bob reached you, kneeling in front of you as he reached out to cup your cheeks. Flinching for a second you welcomed his touch. Eyes so distant it was like no one was home as Bob tried to catch your gaze. “I’m here.”

“I didn’t want him to touch me—“ you whispered. Sobbing as you tried to hold yourself together. “I didn’t want him to touch me.” You repeated again as Bob nodded, validating you.

“I know, hey—look at me?” Bob cooed. His thumbs working to rub your tears. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bob promised. In that moment Bob knew he’d never drink and he’d never not join you at social events. He’d keep you safe. “Your nose looks broken, best case just really swollen?” Bob assessed the damage as carefully as he could. “I think we need to get you to the hospital, just to make sure everythings okay?” You didn't respond to Bob as he stayed kneeling before you, the rocks of the gravel digging into his knees. “Maybe get the police involved, leo should be ch–”

“No police.” Your head lulled to the side in defeat. “It’s Leo Ward, nothing will happen to Leo Ward.” It was common knowledge that although Leo was an absolute pig, he was the commissioner's son. “I just wanna go home” Bob knew that to argue with you now would probably be the worst thing he could do. He wanted you to feel in control. Although he wanted to make sure you were okay? He'd try again later. Nodded as he helped you up, Charlotte had sent you a text to say she’d gotten a ride with Ben. You didn’t talk much after that night. If she’s come with you maybe Leo wouldn’t have had such an opportunity. And the rumours that spread like wildfire across campus didn’t help.

“Okay, yeah, let’s get you home.”

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Complete and utter silence fell between the two of you in the car on the way home. You couldn’t find the energy to speak, you didn’t want to speak. It wasn’t that Bob didn’t want to talk he just didn’t know how to ask, he didn’t really want to ask either because I do that any word would want to hurt you too sick to your stomach.

As soon as Bob pulled up into the drive he watched to slowly get out of the car. Like a zombie a part of you was gone for good. Locking his car Bob followed you inside, when he heard the sound of running water and sobs that held more anguish than he’d ever like to imagine coming from the bathroom? His heart broke just a little more. Pushing the slightly ajar door open Bob saw you in the shower, fully clothed, completely submerged in the water that fell from your shower head. Sighing, he pressed his lips together. Kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt.

“This is what we're doing huh?” Bob sighed to himself as he stepped into the shower. Standing behind you as you cried. His hands resting on your shoulders letting you know he was here. The moment bobs hands touched your shoulders you gave in, your legs weak as you collapsed. “Shit—“ Bob gasped as he came down with you. His legs falling either side of you as you leant back into his chest. “Hey, easy—I got you, I got you.”

“I fucking hate this.” You cried out. “Why? I didn’t ask for it I wasn’t even doing anything I just—“ you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Bob worked to hold you close, listening to you cry. Bob didn’t know what to do except console you, holding you close, your back against his chest. “This god damn hell of a world—“ you sobbed uncontrollably, anger bubbling to the surface as you let everything out. Bob couldn’t stand to see you so hurt, so vulnerable.

“Let me tell you something you already know, alright?” Bob worked to move the hair that clung to you like glue. “The worlds not all sunshine and rainbows, it's a very mean and nasty place.” Bob cooed softly as he held you. The water running over you as your sons settled at the sound of his voice. Always a comfort. “And I don't care how tough you think you need to be right now but it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.” Bob didn’t want this to change who you were. He knew it would always stay with you, but he didn’t want it to change a single thing about you. Your smile, your laugh,the way you lit up any room. “Life hits hard but it's about how hard you can take the hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward.” The silence lingered between you and Bob as the water rushed over you. The back of your head resting against his chest. “I know to you, it probably feels like the best thing for you to do right now would be to stay silent, lay low, process everything. But if Leo can so easily do this to you he could very much do it again and again and if i'm being completely honest? He's probably gotten away with this already.”

“I know i have to tell someone but i just cant right now Bob, i'm tired, my head hurts, and all i want to do is sleep.” You sobbed, sniffling as you grabbed Bob's hands, gently pulling them into your eyeline. Letting out a hiss as the hot water washed the grim from the bloodied knuckles he wore. “I didn't say thankyou for coming.”

“You don't need to thank me.” Bob let his head rest against the tiles of your shower, accepting the fact he was completely soaked and not going anywhere anytime soon. “Just doing what I was taught to do.”

“What would that be?” you questioned as you picked up the soaked washcloth from the ground, working to dab Bob's knuckles as he hissed softly. The sting all too real. Bob wasn't sure if now would be a good time but he didnt know how to stop himself.

“I uh, nows probably not the most appropriate time given the circumstances but um– i was just trying to protect you because i think– i love you.” You kept dabbing away at Bob's knuckles as your heart skipped a beat. Bob shifted in his place behind you gently as he sat up a little straighter. His chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “You don't have to love me back, I think I'd just be happy having you in my life, but please try and remember that I will never let anyone hurt you ever again and if anything I'm sorry I just didn't come with you in the first place.” Bob's voice was soft, sincere and apologetic. “I don't think I'll ever turn down an offer to go anywhere with you ever again.” you let out a soft chuckle as you admired your work, Bob's knuckles as clean as bruised knuckles could be after bare knuckle boxing something's face. “I'm sorry.”

“You are the last person who should be saying sorry Bob.” Robert Floyd was a good man, that much you knew for sure. He was kind and caring and was the most sincere soul you'd ever been blessed to know. You loved him. Working to push yourself off the ground before Bob followed, you stood to face him under the water that fell from your showerhead. “I'm not ready to talk to the police about this yet, but I will, I just dont wanna become another statistic that's forgotten about on some shelf until it's too late.” Bob's heart broke for you knowing that more often than not, that's exactly what happened.

“If I have anything to do with it, Leo won't graduate.” Bob added. You smiled as your hands fell to his chest. Bob's arms resting against your hips. “God if he shows up to class on Tuesday ill–” you didn't hesitate to interrupt Bob with a gentle kiss to his lips. Pulling away a few seconds later.

“I think I love you too.” you cooed. Bob couldn't remember where he was going with what he was just saying, maybe that was your plan. If it was, it worked because Bob had his lips back on yours and his hands cupping your cheeks in seconds. Slowly melting away with you as you deepened the kiss, tongues dancing gracefully together as Bob begged for more of you and you begged for more of him. As things started to get a little too heated you pulled back. “I think I just need a little time.” you explained. Bob nodded in response as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. Kissing your forehead, Bob pulled you close as he wrapped his arms around you.

“We have, so much time.”

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katsukikitten · 10 months

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Some personal head cannons I have for Suki

He doesn't start drinking coffee until you do, he likes whatever you order or make and it becomes his fav, because the small things make him feel close to you.

He doesn't drink soda much but when he does his fav is Fanta orange 🧡🍊 (Marqi helped with this one)

Katsuki knows everything about flowers, his mom taught him all about their meanings, how to care for them and that he should always have flowers in his apartment single or not (he doesn't start doing this until after a really good relationship that leads to a really bad breakup)

He and his mom fight like cats and dogs but they love each other. Don't fuck with Mitsuki's son and don't fuck with Katsuki's mom. They will end your life.

Bakugou can design and sew an entirely new outfit but chooses not to unless he thinks his assigned support team sucks. Then all mods on his hero suit are made by him.

Katsuki keeps all his "nasty" scars, even the one on his face down to his finger tips that came from the war. He hates them, they make his stomach churn with dread and pride. He's strong enough to survive but weak enough to be scathed. He constantly goes back and forth on them.

He hates mornings and goes to bed early mostly to try to sleep. I think he's a bit of an insomniac, has to be really tired to fall asleep right at 8pm

Hates having a nickname unless it's someone he really likes. Will get mad if they stop using his nickname and call him his real name. (Yes even Deku has to call him Kaachan always, normally in my versions they tolerate each other or become close friends but never call themselves friends. Just deku and Kaachan)

Katsuki is excellent with computers, really he is a jack of all trades, perfect in most.

He hates having a sidekick, only ever wants a pro partner. It feels like baby sitting to him, not that the sidekick isn't capable, he hates splitting his attention and account for their lack of experience that often. He's very good at leading and sidekicks call him a hard ass but he trains them to have the most battle sense.

Katsuki hates to eat alone. He'll eat alone at a table yes but people need to be in the next room or around him, like a restaurant etc. He hates having a meal for one at 2am in his apartment.

I think he's secretly a family man. He doesn't realize it til he meets the right one.

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛#kittne writes Bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️

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girlsneedff · 4 months

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AOT Men and Nicki Minaj Songs

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Onyakopan, Reiner headcanons with reader

SFW & NSFW - Minors and Ageless blogs please leave this alone

ARMIN A. - Good Form

You were always confused why the fuck your friend would talk about his exes begging for him back, wildin about what he’s doin. He always seemed so embarrassed about it when his phone would be blowing up while you guys were out with friends. Once, he asked you to grab his phone, and a message came up. Usually, you wouldn’t look too deep into his phone- but it happened to be open to a chat from a girl. You almost dropped the damn shit.

It was a video. He was eatin the fuck out of some girl’s kat. The way that he was lookin up at the camera with those dazed eyes. His tongue lolled, forearms wrapped around her shaking legs- damn. Then went right back to work all while this girl is screaming in the back ground. Your hand went to your mouth so fast.

She texted:

“I miss you. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this too.”

He replied:

“Please leave me alone! And delete that video, it’s embarrassing…”

That lil dweeb is a freak-

You shut his phone off and hurried up to give it to him, trying to make your lack of eye contact seem normal. Especially since Good Form was playing in the background now. Specifically: “And when he eat the cookie, he got good form”

CONNIE S. - Beez in the Trap

Yk that goofy ass dance that 2 Chainz does behind Nicki? Yea that’s Connie. All the time. Every day. And you’ll feel his presence- just acting stupid behind you- but it’s best to not give him the attention. He comes with you to the beauty supply? Bein a weirdo. Payin at the grocery store? He’s moonwalking behind you, alarming the poor cashier. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Connie if you don’t quit shakin ass behind me and act normal, thank you.”

“I’m not doing anything.. you must be imagining things.” He says, as he ‘subtly’ slinks back to his spot on your left.

The corner store cashier is just sick of it all today.

EREN Y. - Starships

He heard it for the first time while he was waiting in your room for you to get ready. Too embarrassed to ask you what the song was, he shazamed it, and now acts like he found it on his own.

If he’s not the one driving- he’s sticking his head out the window or standing up in the sun roof just feeling the breeze whilst belting this song. He’s lucky that there’s people to hold his legs, cuz homeboy would have been flew out of the car. It’s his favorite song ever- and he’ll say it proudly. He’s not about to let people shit on his tastes. This man is prideful- he dgaf what anyone says.

“Yeagar if you stick an appendage out the window, you might as well lose it cuz I’m not saving you anymore.”

JEAN K. - Your Love

Real suave guy. And the girls he pull is a testament to that. He views himself as a knight in shining armor. He thinks he’s the samurai in the music video… Ever since one of his lovers showed him the song, he’s resonated with it.

They ask if he knows a Nicki song- he says this one. Then Eren proceeds to dog him for it.

He tries to defend himself- swears Nicki is talkin about him. That’s where you have to check him.

“Boy- she is talk about a man with waves and a durag. Get serious before you piss me off.”

ONY - Needles

Drives a Maybach. Blaring music with the car bounce. Everybody wants to carpool with him, and he usually lets them (except for Connie, cuz he spilt Fanta Orange in his shit just after he came back from getting his car detailed). He definitely fucks people in his back seat. Just because of the fact that it’s a Maybach and he can get away with it- when the car is bouncing, people will never know if he’s getting his rocks off, or if he’s just flexing.

As soon as Pink Friday 2 dropped, and you played the song during a carpool somewhere, he now plays it at least 10 times a day. Full blast. Maybach bouncing off the walls.

“Boy nothing about you is shy. And at this point, your life’s a pile of needles-”

You begrudgingly get in shotgun, and say hi to everyone in the back.

REINER B. - Roman Holiday

Hb is crazy let’s not forget. He’s a workaholic. Came home stressed from work, and his just ranting and raving, and you tryna be the good partner, you’re tryna soothe him. Whether it be suggesting therapy, giving him head, or cuddling, man needs to chill.

This song is just his mental when he’s going through his day to day. I don’t even think that he would know what the fuck this song is, let alone know any of Nicki’s work (shameful).

“I don’t have any medication. Are you saying I should see a psychiatrist? And who the hell is Roman?”

“…it’s a Nicki song. Roman Holiday.”

“I’ve never heard of that song, or that artist.”

“Oh… this is real sad.”

#aot onyankopon #aot #eren yeager #armin arlert #connie springer #reiner braun #onyankapon #aot fanfiction #black reader #aot headcanons #aot x black reader

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starluvsx · 5 months

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★𝐎𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

Chris sturniolo x fem!reader

Proofread:Yupp

Word count:559

WARNINGS:nothing!

A/N:this is pt2 of love birds so if you haven’t read that then you should bc it’s like the set ip for this, also it’s just rlly cute so yea.btw I’m working on the pt2 for ‘jealous girl’ I swear, I just don’t know how to end it rlly😭

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“Jesus it’s cold as fuck in here, can someone turn the heat on” I asked once I got in my seat.i don’t even know how the two boys were in here for so long.it was like 30 degrees.Boston winters are too much sometimes

“Nah cause the heaters super loud and the camera will probably pick it up.”Matt responded as he set up the camera in question.I didn’t want to be rude so I just nodded and opened my phone to answer some snaps while Matt placed the camera on the dashboard and went outside to check if we were in focus.

“You can have my hoodie, I don’t really need it.”Chris suggested, probably not realizing the camera was on.before I could even answer he was taking his sweatshirt off and passing it back to me.

I thanked him as I slid it on.the smell of cologne hit my nose almost immediately. “Cold as fuck out there jeez”Matt huffed as he got back into the car.

“It’s not that bad”Nick, who was decked out in warm clothing, responded.

It had been about 5 minutes now and I realized that I hadn’t opened either one of my drinks yet.when I was in the store I didn’t realize that the Fanta I had picked up was in a can,meaning I couldn’t open it due to my nails.

“Matt, can you open this?'' I asked over Chris and Nick bickering back and forth about if dogs were really dumb or not.normally I would’ve turned to my right and just asked Nick but I didn’t want to interrupt this sibling bonding moment he was having.

Matt didn’t respond in words.only showing me his freshly painted nails which were black and white.there was no use in asking Nick seeing as he was knee deep in his run-on sentence at the moment.

Chris, who was actively making fun of his brother, was my last option. Just as he was about to yell back at Nick I tapped his shoulder.halting his sentence.he turned his head back to look at me.

“Can you open this for me”I said in a regular tone in contrast to everyone else in the car.his face softened once he saw me.his hyper,loud personality dropped as he answered my question.

“Yea sure”he said in a normal voice as well.his actions were simple.he grabbed the can, popped it open and then handed it back to me.such small,basic movements but charming nonetheless.

We were now on the outro.Matt had grabbed the camera and turned it towards Chris, expecting him to do something weird like he always does.but instead of that he was turned around again,talking to me.

“Did you do something new with your hair,it looks nice.''was all he said.no more than 15 words but enough to turn me a flushed color.

The look in his pale eyes was genuine.not a glimpse of anything but the truth in them.something I wasn’t used to with him.we would make fun of each other constantly.compliments either way we’re weird.maybe if he saw how I felt for him and we became something more they wouldn’t be as rare as they were right now.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #influencers #sturniolo triplets #x reader #youtube #celebrity #fluff #cute

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insimniacreations · 2 years

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Shake Shack X Insimnia

Hi guys!!! I am sooo excited to share this project that Bean's Builds and I have been working on with the one and only SHAKE SHACK!!!! Yes, THE Shake Shack reached out since they wanted to bring their awesome food to the Sims! Enjoy over 30 delicious items from their menu which you can download for FREE below. For the ultimate Shake Shack experience, download Bean's Builds' super realistic Shake Shack lot which you can also get for FREE HERE.

Watch Sims have a blast at Shake Shack as Twitch Streamer KelseyDangerous plays with this in her upcoming streams next week. Be sure to catch that HERE!

Craving for some Shake Shack irl? Visit your local Shake Shack now! shakeshack.com/locations

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall*

**Dine Out is REQUIRED for the restaurant**

Menu:

Burgers

ShackBurger

SmokeShack

Shack Stack

'Shroom Burger

Avocado Bacon Burger

Hamburger

Cheeseburger