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epidemicreddz · 4 months

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based off of an experience i had with my boyfriend

this is also my first time actually drawing shit so be nice i beg of thee

also shoutout to tgcg ur swag and inspired this composition

#homestuck #dave strider #davekat #shitpost #karkat vantas #comics #based off a true story #hs #hom3stuck #homestuck shitpost #homestuck 2023 #homosuck #made you say underwear

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tasenwrobots · 11 months

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Just because he's peepaw doesn't mean he's not Leo.

You have no idea how long this has been on my mind. He's been waiting to say this for fucking decades, literally.

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that-bitch-kat3 · 7 months

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the first time that lily had a romantic thought about james it’s so startling that she out loud goes “what the fuck was that?”

it was in a completely silent classroom.

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the-real-google · 2 months

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Taking off my pants to reveal a second, secret pair of pants

#google is the best search engine #google posting #google #based off a true story

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downbad4fyodor · 9 months

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Dancing Queen

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x reader Genre: fluff Summary: Your boyfriend is jealous that you’re dancing with Nikolai instead of him, and doing a good job at it, too. Warnings: none

The music filled the kitchen with a lively, infectious beat, and as the energetic melody of "Rasputin" echoed in the air, you couldn't resist the temptation to dance. With Nikolai as your witness, you swayed and moved with an astounding grace, your body flowing effortlessly to the rhythm, as if the music was an extension of your very soul. Each step was precise, each gesture filled with the sheer joy of the moment, and you were blissfully unaware of the burning gaze fixated on you from afar.

Fyodor leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, but his facade of nonchalance couldn't hide the turmoil within him. His eyes, usually so enigmatic and reserved, betrayed a fierce envy that seemed to smolder like embers. He cleared his throat, trying to regain control of his emotions, though his voice quivered slightly as he spoke. "So, this is how you spend your time when I'm not around," he remarked, his words laced with both sarcasm and possessiveness.

Caught off guard by his presence, you halted mid-dance, the vibrant colors of the room blurring into the background as your attention shifted to Fyodor. Despite the mild surprise, a sheepish smile graced your lips, finding it endearing that he was jealous of something as innocent as dancing. "Oh, hey Fyodor! You're back earlier than I expected. We were just having some fun," you replied, trying to appease the emotions swirling within him.

Nikolai, seemingly amused by the situation, stepped back, giving you and Fyodor the space you needed to resolve the tension. A playful smirk adorned his face as he chimed in, "Yeah, she's a natural at this dance. You should try it too, Fyodor." He attempted to diffuse the atmosphere, hoping to bring some levity to the situation.

Fyodor's reaction was immediate, dismissing the suggestion with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I have better things to do than indulge in such frivolous activities," he retorted, his pride masking his true feelings, yet his eyes remained fixated on you.

Refusing to let the awkwardness linger, you took a step towards him, reaching out your hand, a glimmer of determination in your eyes. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun. Dance with me," you coaxed, your voice gentle and inviting, aiming to include him in the joyous moment.

At first, Fyodor resisted, his stoic demeanor preventing him from giving in to your request. However, the pulsating beat of the song seemed to work its magic on him, and gradually, he relented, taking your hand hesitantly. As he stepped closer to you, the tension in his expression began to ease, and he let himself be guided by the music and your reassuring touch.

"You see? It's not so bad," you whispered with a soft, encouraging smile, sensing the walls he had built slowly crumbling away. Your eyes locked, and in that moment, you could feel a connection stronger than words could express.

Nikolai observed the two of you dance, appreciating the magic that unfolded before him. Your ability to break down Fyodor's walls was nothing short of remarkable, and he found himself silently applauding your efforts.

As the last notes of the song filled the room, Fyodor's initial jealousy seemed to have transformed into something different. Pulling you closer to him, he held you in a possessive embrace, and a glint of affection shone in his eyes, a stark contrast to his earlier envy. "Remember, I don't like sharing," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, a vulnerable side of him surfacing.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his arms enveloping you. "I'll remember," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness at having brought back the smile to Fyodor's face. In that moment, you knew that this dance had deepened the bond between you and Fyodor, breaking through barriers and reminding both of you of the powerful connection you shared.

#Based off a true story #My bf was absolutely pissed because I could actually do Rasputin on Just Dance #Without JUST flailing my arms around #It’s my party. Let me live my best life #bsd anime #bungo stray dogs manga #bungou sd #bsd x reader #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #down bad for fyodor #fyodor one chance please #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor

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shadowduel · 4 months

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doodled this so quickly before my tablet could die

#based off a true story #mizuno kirihara #kirihara mizuno #towa slow damage #slow damage #shadowart

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kaos-al-escribir · 1 year

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Prompt #18

The hero and his sidekick enter the warehouse where they believe the criminal may have been hiding. They are tired of searching, and both want to go home.

"Marco!" shouts the hero to lighten the mood.

"Very funny. However, the criminal isn't dumb enough to fall-"

"Polo!" Resounds an unfamiliar voice across the warehouse. "Oh, shit."

[Prompt based on true events.]

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lolregulus · 2 years

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James: I really like you

Regulus: That's funny

James: No I'm serious

Regulus: Oh-

#marauders #jegulus #marauders era #starchaser #james and regulus #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #marauders incorrect quotes #jegulus headcanon #jegulus incorrect quotes #based off a true story

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 1 year

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K: So I told him I was gay-

H: *spitting out his drink* YOU'RE GAY?!

K: *slowly nodding* so I told him I was gay-

L: YOU'RE GAY?!

K: Lance...we're dating

S: Sorry WHAT NOW?!

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nyxvuxoa · 11 months

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Taylor Kitsch as Michael Murphy Lone Survivor (2013)

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sphylor · 1 year

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Spider Lily

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Dew/Mountain

Characters: Dewdrop, Mountain

Words: 1467

Summary:

That's the fifth time now. Mountain groans and covers his head with a pillow as he desperately tries to sleep. Sharing a wall with Dewdrop was not as big of an issue as many would think. Ghouls were naturally loud creatures and so noise from a group of ghouls in a band was very much expected. Dew could be… vocal when he wanted to be but for the most part he was pretty quiet. But tonight?

“For fucks sake.” Mountain hisses as Dew clatters around his room again. He lifted the pillow slightly to peer at the time on his phone. The screen lit up and told him it was 03:24. He wanted to scream.

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Mountain is trying to sleep but Dew is fighting demons (spiders)

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #dew/mountain #based off a true story #there was a spider in my room last night and i freaked out so bad

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marchsfreakshow · 9 months

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My Sweet Girl [JPM x Fem!Reader]

This man makes me weak. As smutty as I can make myself write. So, not a lot. :') Your perspective.

Take some warnings: Praise, degredation, bondage?? (Just like gently tied up), oral [male receiving], master nickname, so many nicknames.

Since this is smut like, [not fully, but it def happens] minors dni with this post, please read my other fics in the meantime. :)

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The dress was dark, lacy, and short. I preferred them that way. The mirror had a reflection I liked for once. Makeup was slightly smuged on purpose, and the boots matched the odd mix of greys and blacks on the clothing I wore. Yeah I was hot. Good thing too, James had been getting too chummy with the blonde I saw, covered in red constantly. Liz sensed my jealousy as I sat at the bar downing some whiskey.

"Who are you jealous of love?" She piped up, refilling my drink. I just stared at Liz as I felt my light from my eyes disapearing. "The countess." She stated simply, leaning over the bar with a diet coke in her hands. I suddenly felt her tone change when she said the countess's name. Like something happened with them that made them fall out.

"thats the bitches name?"

"that's why you're wearing that?" Scrunching my face up, I nodded. I tipped my head back, gluping the liqour I felt addicted to. It helped me feel some sort of sanity in the crazy hotel. The darkness of the hotel felt lighter as a hand swished past my ass. Unfortunately the dress was short enough that you could see the ends of my ass whenever I sat. I still looked attractive, no one could deny it, but I did recognise that hand. James. He noticed finally.

He just grazed the bottom of my ass before walking off, like I truly wasn't there. I just stared at Liz once james had gone, giving her a confident grin. She nodded as I downed another glass of whiskey, running after James. My mind raced, I wanted him to make sure he knew he was mine. I wanted the countess to see the hickeys on him, on me, and see that he was my James. The thoughts of him tying me up like last time passed my train of thought, a sense of warmth tickling my pelvis. "Jamesss!" We had made it to his room, and i saw ropes. Fantastic.

"Come in pet." Was all he said as I walked in. As soon as my foot landed in the room belonging to James Patrick March, he locked it behind me and grabbed my waist, pulling me in close. His growing erection against the shape of my cheeks. "Why have you worn such a slutty thing hm? Are you trying to get punished for disobeying your master?" The last words were hissed, his breath on my neck, and my wiggling onto his clothed cock. But I wiggled and shook my head no.

"Words. Use them."

"you're getting chummy with a blondie. You're mine." I hissed back at him, freeing myself from his grasp. Immediately I went to the bed, crawling onto it and lying on my back, knowing what James wanted to do.

"Oh my pretty whore, she's a business partner. You mustn't worry about what inquiries she has for me." Words were spat as James followed me, his blazer off on the floor. So was his belt. I could feel myself getting lightheaded more by his words, legs rubbing together to relieve myself of the wetness that had now probably sprawled over my panties. Nothing else was spoken for the next few seconds, only moans and whimpers as James pulled me up onto my knees and kissed me hard. The taste of his absthine locked in with my own taste of whiskey. I never wanted the kiss to end as he was undoing his trousers at the same time. But he did pull away, heavily breathing as he picked up the small rope, motioning to my hands.

Before I knew it was on the floor, my hands tied in front of me, it was a tight knot, but I could take it. And his cock was staring back at me. "Be a good puppy for me." Was all he said before I licked his tip, excited at just getting James to myself for once in this fucking hotel. Everyone needed his attention, I never got much. But those thoughts were erased as James placed a hand on my head, petting me. "Oh puppy..." he whined. I loved it when he whined. It urged me to suck him faster, and I did so, taking in as much of his thick cock as I could, the pre-cum leaking out into my throat. James' moans and whines filled the room, getting closer and closer. I needed him. My own area was going untouched, thankfully, my hands were tied near my pussy, so I rubbed and rubbed through my fishnets and panties. It felt good relieving myself as James had grabbed my hair and was thrusting and thrusting, getting sloppy.

"Fuck, Y/n.!" He moaned one final time as I started to taste his salty cum in my mouth. It made me smirk, knowing he couldn't resist me. I finished swallowing his seed, and sat back up on the bed, looking up at James, his eyes focused on me and my appearance. "You really did want my attention didnt you? You did so good for master." He just smiled at me, putting his trousers back on, still keeping my eye contact. He had me in a trance, and i didn't feel i could look away. So I just held up my hands, pointing then towards the dark man in front of me. He obliged with my quiet requesty and took off the ropes, immediately noticing some rope burn.

"Hm?" I questioned his look, as I couldn't feel any rope burn. Until he put some ointment on the worse parts. "Yeesh! Careful master!" James smiled at me, and kissed my nose, not giving a proper response.

"I love you Y/N but please my hummingbird, you must be patient with The Countess, okay?" He laid me back down on the bed and allowed a hand to run over my stomach, keeping me close.

"Okay sir. I promise."

#ahs #ahs hotel #evan peters #james patrick march #james march x reader #jpm smut #james march smut #First smut #jpm x reader #american horror story #hotel #james march #God I hope this sounds good #Reblogs welcome #If only #based off a true story #Want my boyfriend to do this to me

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lala1267 · 10 months

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No Escape Now.

The room spun around slowly as she struggled to keep her eyelids from closing shut. The liquor slowly seeped into her brain. The man before her had a mischievous smile on his blurred face. His mouth moved, but no words escaped. The silence was deafening. His distorted face contracted until his eyes became visible. The fury and anger in his raven eyes were disguised by the flirtatious grin he maintained. His big hand reached down to grip her soft thigh that quivered slightly. It slowly moved up until his hand layed on her g-string that was soaking more by the minute. A smile formed on her ruby-red lips as her hudded eyes struggled to stay open. His other hand played with her boobs that were covered by the short pink dress. Her arousal grew as his ego got the best of him. She used all of her strength to lift her arm up towards his face. She needed to feel him, feel his love that was non-existent. She craved an ounce of true love. Her hopes were suddenly crushed to dust when his large hand landed on her face, leaving a strong sting. Her eyes widened in shock. Her now swollen cheek was throbbing. She reached her hand up to cup her red cheek. She could feel the handprint Ingraved into it. A sea of tears flooded her face as his words became audible. His face scrunched whilst his body towered over her defenceless self.

"You really thought that you were getting it after you made me wait for my food. Whore!"

He yelled as the vibration in his raspy voice echoed throughout the dim room. He stomped away into another room. She struggled to keep her balance as she thought the liquor and built up emotions. She was confused but not surprised. He usually had temper tantrums, but this one was uncalled for. She turned her caked-in makeup face to look at the reflection in the glass window. She saw a hopeless girl who was devoted to a man who couldn't give a shit about her. She was too far gone to be saved. She glared down at the veiw with her watery doll eyes as the city lights stared back up at her.

The clock chimed, waking her up from a long needed sleep. She slowly sat up off the cold floor. Her eyes squinted as she looked around the room. The throbbing in her head grew worse as the hangover began. She heard her heart beat against her ribcage as she heard footsteps behind her. She closed her bloodshot eyes tightly as she curled up into a ball, shielding her powerless figure from the beating she thought she was about to endure. Her heart skipped a few beats as she held her breath. But to her suprise, the footsteps passed her and carried on until she heard a door slam shut. She gradually unwrapped herself as her eyelids lifted from her glassy eyes. She bit her nails as she scanned the empty room. He was gone. Her fear died down as the feeling of relief filled her drained grey heart. She lifted her body up from the cold floor before looking around for him. He had left the apartment. She let out a deep sigh before bringing her hand up to her chest. The feeling of her bare feet on the chilly floor sent shivers up her spine.

Her man, her master, was a hypocritical narcissistic bastard. He was allowed to fuck as many sluts as he wanted but if she did so much as even lay her eyes on another man she would receive a painful beating. He went out every night, but that was alright because no matter what he did, she would always be by his side. She loved him unconditionally even if he layed his hands on her. It was like her name was engraved in the back of his cocaine heart, whilst all of the other girl's names were neatly placed on the front. His black heart overcast her innocent heart. A boy is a gun. If his bitch flew to high he would shoot her down. She had been shot down too many times at the beginning of their relationship, but over time, she learned to stay in her place. His manipulative words would pull her back into his arms.

"I only do it cause I love you. I would never hurt you intentionally."

His empty words would echo around her hollow head until she believed it. She never would have thought that her feelings could get thrown in the air like they were meaningless. The thought of her with somebody else, he didn't like that. He fucking hated her, but he wanted her. He loved the power and glory he felt when he was dominant. He was bad at keeping his emotions bubbled, his anger would overflow. She was like a puppet to him, a ragdoll even. Crazy who makes her the happiest can make her the saddest.

"Actually, if you even consider leaving, I will stop breathing. I will find you and fuck up your life. I'll make ya disappear. Life without you has no gaddamn meaning. So don't even think about leaving, cause ya won't get very far."

His sharp words lingered in her heart. He would pop out of the dark to find her and do harm to her if she dared to step out of the door that separated her from his punches and reality. He hit her and it felt like a kiss, it felt like true love.

"Come on baby, I still love you. But if I see you with another man, I just might have to kill him, and you too."

But she still cared for him. Because he still loved her, right?

She would sit in the empty apartment. Patiently waiting for his return. A Polaroid sat in her hands. The both of them were hugging in the picture. She stroked it with her fingers as all of the memories flooded her foggy brain. The times that they were in love, real love. A single tear ran down her cheek.

"I wait for you."

She whispered with her shaky breath.

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dqbbiegallaqher · 2 months

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sometimes i forget being a sirius black kin isn’t just wearing leather jackets and band tees but it’s also having a family figure threatening to kick you out if you even talk to them 😻‼️

#they’re so me #based off a true story #sirius black #marauders #mwpp era #mwpp #sirius black kinnie

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moved-please-leave-me-alone · 1 year

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Starting the new year off strong before I go to bed

#based off a true story #Papa Louie #marty papa louie #Scarlett and the shakers #Scarlett Papa Louie #Rudy Papa Louie #clover Papa Louie #jimmy.txt #not going on my art blog because it’s a silly doodle

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sphxremint · 1 year

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sippin ice cold water hell yeaAHHGHHHGH BRAIN FREEZE FCUCUK AHGSGHsippin ice cold water hell yeah

#based off a true story #mint.txt

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