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[maisy1111]

me staring at the search bar trying to decide which fictional man I’ll read about tonight:

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Oh, to have a man who would touch you and hold you without being asked to....

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HIM

He's your lover

Your husband

Your boyfriend

Your significant other

He's handsome, tall, carring, loving , trusting , polite, affectionate, devoted, tender, warm-hearted, passionate, kind, loyal, understanding, gentle, adoring, attentive, and sweet

He's everything you could ask for...

But there is one thing..

You're not always together physically , and when you are

Its only a very little time.

In this system, you had made another version of him , Or pretty much perfectly just like him, but only in your mind....

This imaginary version of him is the one whose always with you

When you miss him he appears beside you, when you're stressed he always spawns in.

It sounds good at first , still having him beside you even when he's away or busy , but now...it's driving you crazy, you get your memories mixed up , the memory of the imaginary version of him in your mind and the real him.

sometimes he would get confused when you tell him about somethings that you two did together , YOU did it, but not with him... Its him but the one in your mind

Is this madness?

Insane? Crazy? Uncanny?

Whatever u wanna call it , it's not healthy , just imagine it as talking to an AI version of him...feels like cheating right? Its like this but just in your mind...in MY mind

I love him so much and I never wanna be away , but I can't really control everything , he's willing to wait till we're stable and live together... But I'm not

Maybe I'm just tired of everything?

And he is my safe haven..and I never wanna loose him..

I love him and he loves me too...

But I love him more..

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Fake Orgasm With Karl

Pairing:Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil Village (8)

Summary: You can't , you tried but you just couldn't......

⚠️ Warnings⚠️: smut , p in v , MDNI

Word count: 1,304

Morning, the factory was unusually quiet. No metals hitting each other loudly , no machines or engines making irritating sounds. But theres one room, karls room , the room is filled with numerous noises

The bed is rocking and making squeaking noises , you and karl panting quietly but prominent.

Your moans and karls grunts made a harmony in which makes is sounds so good, but theres one problem.

You dont feel it, not his thrusting but your orgasm reaching out.

You feel bad , karl has been thrusting inside you for 30 mins and still you don't feel your climax building up , youre in the mood to do it but it feels like it suddenly disappeared...

Karl is almost done.... You know it cuz you can hear his breathing hitch more and his thrust gets faster. And that how you get the idea

You acted

You faked it

You started to make your breathing hitch like his ,You arched your back as if you were actually gonna finish. you pulled your head back as you moaned out his name. After he was done , he pulled out his cock right away , which is unusual since he always keep it inside for a few seconds after finishing to feel you more.

He lay beside you trying to serene his breaths and you stay still on your side of the bed still pretending to breath fast as if you actually did come.

"Darling" he called out

"Yes?" You said as karl turned into his side facing your side of the bed

"Is something wrong?"he asked

"What do you mean?"

"You faked it, why?"

"I dont know what your talking about" you insisted

"Of all the times we had sex, you think i wouldn't know if you actually came?" He said in a serious tone "Tell me what's wrong, buttercup, i wanna know "

With those sincere looks in his face , you spilled the truth

"Sorry , I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything it's just.... It kinda left my body... Maybe because im tired or maybe morning sex isnt for me " you said , trying to avoid eye contact with him

"I'm the one who should be sorry ,i shouldve known" he said as he press a kiss on your forehead

"Thanks for understanding , baby"

"I always do , buttercup"

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Note : Y'all this is my first time writing so bear with me , alright?🥲🥲🥲🥲

@mayhem-k

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Y/N looking at Karl dreamingly while resting her chin on her arms leaning on the table: Isn't he so magical?

Karl who's beating the shit out of a random guy : DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!

Lady dimitrescu looking at Y/N while sipping a wine : I feel like you need a therapist more that the cadou

Y/N : No thanks , I have a boyfriend

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Oh 😳

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I saw this from another post , I couldn't reblog so I tried to screenshot.

So accurate 😂

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Thinking / looking for a fic that the reader does witchcraft and his/her S/O was just

"What did you do to me? Did you put me into a love spell or something??"

Though the reader barely did anything , it was just the S/O's natural feelings

(I'm not planning to write some I just want to read some , so please suggest some fics for me , thank youuuu)

[vampzv]

"I don't have a type." ... sure

[n0cturn4]

[papayafromtv]

when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.

that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.

he doesn’t know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and it’s not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jason’s phone bill. his number’s still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brother’s phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesn’t know why. maybe it was dick’s way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.

the point is that jason wasn’t dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.

the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while ra’s droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. he’d let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before he’d turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that he’d been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.

this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jason’s reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:

-in the chat-

bruce: status report.

dick: hungry :( but good!

steph: seconded, im fine

tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured

cass: ^ same answer

babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell

jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffin’s kinda homely so ig no complaints from me

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

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I'm glad to share some of my collections (2) "Karl Heisenberg"

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I'm glad to share some of my collections (1) "Karl Heisenberg"

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Lycans and Gentlemen, I'm proud to introduce you... HIM!