#pretending like my friend i talk to once every several months is on the same exact level as my partner who i talk to daily

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for faking my death to get out of an abusive relationship?

Tw for verbal + mental/psychological abuse and suicide

I used to be in a discord server with some friends, there were about 40 people in it, only around 20 who were actually active. It was a while ago I can't remember. I was in that server for about 4 months.

From the start, people would occasionally get mad at me over something I didn't do. About every month or so someone would start a rumor about me and make the whole server gang up on me, I'd tell them it was false, but everyone would still avoid me for the next couple days.

I never did anything wrong, but I was always the center of the drama, and when I asked one person, R, why, he said he didn't know and that I didn't deserve so much hate.

About a week later R was talking in the vent channel about how I had manipulated him. I DMed him to ask why, and he told me it was because I asked him if he was my friend. I thought it was fucking stupid because it's not manipulative to be paranoid, but I pretended to be sorry because I didn't want him to be mad at me.

The server also had a bot where you could submit anonymous messages, and lots of people would use that feature to make up things about me to ruin my reputation.

After a while I left the server and only stayed in contact with a few people. However, every couple days another person would tell me I'm a monster and gaslight me into thinking I'm a terrible person, and every time I asked why they hated me they didn't give me an answer.

My only real friend, T, showed me some messages from the others after I left the server, and a bunch of people were making up stories about bad things I had done to them, and people who I had never even spoken to were saying that I had abused them and was dangerous.

Once someone told me thay they understood all the things R had said about me weren't true, but said it was still my fault anyway, and even told me that R had done nothing wrong (he lied about me in front of the entire server and is the reason I lost all my friends, and he yelled at me and called me evil because I was suicidal), and then they accused me of faking having amnesia because I had flashbacks.

Eventually, only four of my "friends" hadn't blocked me, and they almost never talked to me. Everyone kept calling me a terrible person because R spread lies about me and everyone else believed him instead of me.

It was to the point where I couldn't go one day without someone sending me death threats or trying to guilt trip me with false information, and I was getting very sever flashbacks of the stuff R had said to me, and I started failing classes because I couldn't focus on anything.

Eventually I had had enough, so I tagged them all in a tumblr post about how I was going to kill myself and then logged out of both that tumblr account and my old discord account forever.

(Also about a month after I had left, I got texts from irl friends, and it turns out someone on the server found the contact info of people I knew in real life just to ask if I was dead or not. And that scared the shit out of me.)

I've left out a lot of details of the abuse because of amnesia. I have a mental disorder which makes it hard to remember things, plus the brain often blocks out traumatic memories, so I'm sorry if some info feels missing.

The only reason I feel like I might be an asshole is because once I was gone, all of them switched targets and started to harass T. They said they hated him for being on my side, and sent him death threats on anon because he was mad at them for killing his friend. They started treating him the same way they treated me, and called him a horrible person but refused to give a reason as to why, and if I had stayed around they would've left him alone.

@should-be-dead (made a sideblog so I get notified when this is posted)

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[braxiatel]

An assortment of Grian appearance headcanons I’ve had on my mind lately!

(Obligatory mention that I’m talking about Grian the character and not Grian the youtuber, here’s your confirmation that this is not about real life guy Grian minecraft whose appearance is well documented, but rather it is about his minecraft roleplay character who is made out of pixels and blocks and whose appearance is very much up for discussion)

His eyes are that shade of brown that’s so dark it looks black

He wears glasses, and through experience he has learned that unless he wants to be replacing them about once a month he needs them to have a thick and sturdy frame

Grian has a whopping case of adhd and is extremely good at misplacing his belongings. His glasses are not exempt from this just because they help him see, and he has managed to lose every single pair he owns several times. At some point one of his friends (I'm leaning Pearl or Jimmy) got tired of hearing him complain about it, and got him a golden chain to keep them on. Grian pretends he’s just using it because it appeals to his love for shiny things, but in reality it actually helps him a lot and he would be very sad were he to lose it

Speaking of his adhd. This guy moves. He does not sit still, does not like to be doing nothing. He builds, he helps other hermits with stuff they don’t have time to do, and he is well known to do Grindy tasks. And you know what that means? Grian is strong. In fact, Grian is buff

This is related to some hybrid stuff I’ll get more into in a sec, but very specifically, Grian is a flyer and those natural wings need a lot of muscle around them to work. That means a lot of upper body strength, especially in the pectoral region. Yes, I said gritty rights.

I wish I could remember what artist originally drew Grian’s waffle as an undercut with a pattern because I love that headcanon so much. He varies what the rest of his hair looks like (he has a manbun in season 9) but the undercut stays no matter what

Tangentially, the reason Mumbo now has a waffle as well is that his hair just grows in that shape now. He has extremely specific alopecia, and it is unclear whether or not Grian is the same or if he just prefers to keep his hair that way.

Grian has clear and visible bald patches in his eyebrows. This is a product of him having had TNT blow up in his face one too many times, resulting in the follicles having been damaged

Along a similar vein, he is also missing somewhere in the realm of 1-3 fingers total on his hands

I don’t think of Grian as someone who is very particular with his hair or with stuff like makeup. Most days he’ll do the bare minimum of combing his hair to look presentable and that’s it

That said, he loooooooves shiny jewellery, and his wardrobe is by far the largest on the server. Due to aforementioned constant moving he need things that are practical to move in, but other than that he has no rules on what goes in there. You’ve got sequinned mini skirts next to permanently dirt-stained overalls next to rainbow bucket hats. This guy has it all.

He does sometimes wear a red sweater, but I am going to say something controversial here, guys. Look at that man's shirt. Look at that cleavage view. He’s wearing a v-neck

Okay so hybrid headcanons. I have several, mutually exclusive ideas here, but I will go with one I think is, frankly, very underutilised: gryphon hybrid Grian!

Want avian Grian for all of the historically present bird coding? Also want to acknowledge the fact that he has so much mischievous cat energy? Gryphon Grian! He’s half bird, half cat, half human, and all menace.

There are a couple of different bird species I think he could be.

House sparrow, for the noise levels, the tendency to travel in a pack, and the sheer gremlin energy these little bastards exhibit outside of my kitchen window on a daily basis.

I think he could definitely be some kind of corvid too. Maybe a magpie? Beautiful plumage (fight me), incredibly intelligent and likely to make that your problem, and with a call that lends itself very well to Grian’s screech-laughter

You all know my opinions on potoo Grian. It works, okay? Look into his horrible, haunted eyes, you know it to be true.

For a season 10 fisherman arc Grian I am very much leaning towards an oriental darter. There’s just something about the idea of Grian spearfishing for mending books, and sulking in the sun to dry his wings when he only catches fish that I enjoy very much

Owl for his cursed head movements

Okay so wings talk time! I headcanon that naturally avians simply do not have wings strong enough to fly with. They’re too short, and even for someone like Grian who flies A Lot the musculature to support a humanoid frame just isn’t there. That said, elytra are easily modified to function as a sort of wing extension/prosthetic, that allows them to gain much more power for less energy expended.

You would think, with me being the owner of three cats, that I would have some kind of idea for a specific breed of cat he might be. The thing is, my family have historically always kept the same breed (Norwegian forest cat mix c: ), so I know very much about those and no other cat breeds. He is simply cat :)

Biiiiig naughty tortie vibes. My sources for this is I have one of the latter and she is the same level of Problems a Grian

This is the little madam caught in the act of doing something dastardly. She commits one hundred crimes every single day and we love her. Tell me that is not big Grian vibes right there. You can't, right? he is a naughty tortie

Other Grian hybrid options I also like: avian, watcher, robot!!, cod, enchanted armour stand come to life!, and fey!Grian

#i swear this isn't just an excuse to post pictures of my cat #this is however an excuse to present buff no eyebrows grian to y'all #if just one person accepts any of these headcanons into their lives i will be happy #grian #mcyt #hermitcraft #life series #traffic smp #life smp #hermitblr #trafficblr #the void collection

[glowing-gold]

last month my dad was in town for a visit, and we were talking about past relationships. I asked him about his first marriage (something I’d never done before) and then he asked me about my first “relationship”.

I’d had a complicated situationship with a dear friend of mine (a boy) who later came out as gay.

I proceeded to tell my dad all about the intense feelings, the confusion, the yearning, the pain. I told him how we were attached at the hip and did everything together, how we would sleep in the same bed and cuddle. I told him how we were too young to really understand the depth of our feelings for one another. How we were so obviously in love but we were never sure in exactly what capacity. I told him how we met when we were 12 and immediately felt drawn to one another. How he was, in my view, the most charming and amazing boy in school and when he chose me to be his friend I felt like the sun was shining directly on my face. How we grew up together, were right there side by side for every formative experience. How I never felt like anyone knew me or saw me as well as he did. All other friends felt shallow and unimportant.

I told him how it wasn’t clear to either of us exactly what it was that we shared. That we obviously loved each other but it wasn’t necessarily physical. (Although, privately, if he had ever asked I would have said yes to something more.) How everyone else knew we were something of an item even if we weren’t officially a couple. Our names went together in the same breath. Everyone knew that. We were even nominated for prom king and queen (even though we weren’t a couple [we didn’t win of course]).

I shared how I never felt emotionally available for anybody else. I was filled up entirely by him. There were other boys who were interested in me but I felt zero interest in dating them. I was completely unavailable to them, I only ever wanted to spend time with him. We were soul mates. I didn’t think I could handle going on dates and kissing boys who didn’t know me like he did.

at one point, EARLY in our friendship, he did ask me to be his girlfriend. To which I obviously agreed. It lasted four months. We kissed only twice and it was terribly awkward. We obviously could acknowledge that how we felt towards one other was more than just friends, enough that at 13 we tried to be a couple, but it wasn’t quite right and we both sensed it. The day we broke up, we immediately went back to being friends. And after a week we were back to holding hands and talking as though nothing had changed.

Even without the label, we were entirely in a relationship. We had everything I have now with my husband besides for the sex. We had intimacy, deep true intimacy. I saw him cry multiple times, he held me as I cried. We held each other up, texted every day, talked about everything. We fantasized about a future together. About moving to New York and sharing an apartment. We didn’t see a future without the other one in it. We had that adolescent low grade obsession with each other that felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

There was intense jealousy. If a boy was interested in me and pursued me, he would act cold towards me about him. He’d be rude and put him down around me, and was overall never warm towards them. Same with me, if he ever spent more time with someone else, especially a girl, I would spiral about my role in his life. I needed to be the most important person to him.

When, after several years of torture, I tried to get him to admit to me that what we had wasn’t normal that not all close friends (who were a boy and a girl) slept together and cuddled went on dates, he would clam up and immediately shut down. He’d pretend he didn’t know what I was talking about and act like we were never actually that close. Even though once, in the middle of the night, with our arms around each other and our noses only a breath from touching, he told me he wished things were different- that he were attracted to me in a way that would allow us to be together, that he loved me and wished things were different.

Anyway- so I spill my guts to my dad about all of this. It’s been over ten years since he and I graduated high school and he came out (when all of this sort of came to a natural ending). I’m literally married now to a wonderful man, and he’s engaged to his own. But my dad listened to all of this then turns to me and says.

“everything you just said about you and [redacted]…. Could be said for John and Paul.”

#The way I gagged #john lennon #mclennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #george harrison #ringo starr #beatles #mclennon ao3 #McLennon fanfic #McLennon fic #mclennon fanfiction

[willowsnook]

Hiiii Sweetheart! 😍 I'm really really craving some Bucky at the moment, soooo I was wondering if I could send in an idea. Remember the party at the tower at the beginning of Age of Ultron? Maybe we could pretend buck is also there and never taking his eyes off you as you both have a huge crush on each other, but never talk about it. So as Ultron breaks in and attacks, he has to watch you being thrown through several glasses and pass out and he immediately is by your side protecting your body. As it's over he is with you as your medically being treated and he finally admits his feelings and you kiss and it's all fluffy ? 🥺 I hope it's not too weird ❤️

One of the best perks of being an Avenger was getting to go to the infamous Stark parties he held in his penthouse. This one was no less lavish than all the rest. You could hear the party before you stepped out of the elevator. You smoothed your black sparkling cocktail dress down and ran a hand through your curled hair before joining the party. You grabbed a champagne flute from a waiter's tray before heading toward your best friend Steve.

As you were walking you could feel someone staring at you. You turned to look by the bar and caught Bucky Barnes eyes watching you. You and Bucky had a complicated relationship. You loved Steve and he loved Steve so sometimes it felt like you were both fighting for his attention. It didn't help that a couple of months ago after a few two many drinks you found yourself in the winter soldier's bed. Neither of you had spoken a word about that.

"Y/n, you look amazing," Steve said taking your hand and twirling you around.

"You don't look so bad yourself captain," you teased causing him to blush. The two of you surveyed the room before deciding to go mingle. You talked to countless amounts of people but you found yourself always searching for him when your eyes wandered from conversation. You knew he was doing the same because every time you found him, he was ignoring his own conversation and staring back at you.

As the night came to a close everyone started to leave besides the usual crew. They all took spots around the couch while Natasha and I grabbed another drink. Even though there wasn't a ton of room, I gave Bucky a look and he scooted over leaving a very small amount of space. I sunk down, half on his right thigh causing him to stiffen. As the conversation went on I felt him relax and eventually move his right arm to the back of the couch, dangerously close to my head. I could feel his fingers playing with my hair and I blushed.

All of sudden you heard a loud ringing noise and Bucky's hands flew to cover your ears. You looked up to Tony who looked just as confused as you were. Suddenly you all noticed this robot-type thing that had walked into the room. You soon discovered it was Ultron and it was on a mission.

"What mission," you asked.

"Peace in our time," he said and suddenly three more robots flew through the walls. One of them is headed right towards you and you don't have time to move. The impact is strong and suddenly you find yourself crashing through the glass windows to the second level of the house. Then things go black for a couple of minutes.

As you're coming to, you can make out Bucky's figure protectively shielding you yelling something at someone. What is he saying? You took a breath and came back to reality, the pain hitting you all at once.

"I need a fucking medical team over here," he yelled out and you whimpered. His head snapped towards yours, concern in his eyes.

"You're okay doll, just a little banged up okay," he assured you. "Try not to move."

"It hurts," you croaked out and he pushed back some of your hair that was sticking to the blood on your face. Soon you saw a familiar face from the SHIELD medical team coming towards you.

"Alright, let us take a look at her," he said. "Can you step away?"

"I am not moving a fucking inch from her," Bucky snarled and the med flinched. You saw Steve come up and put a hand on his shoulder to coax him to give you some space.

"It's fine, Buck," you told him and his eyes softened before moving back with Steve. The team checked you out and determined nothing was majorly broken but still wanted to take you back to the med center with them. They started to pull a stretcher out but Bucky stopped them.

"I've got her," he said and he scooped you up in his arms. He carried you into the back of an SUV waiting to head to the med center. He made sure you were situated in his lap, holding your head against his chest. "I'm fine Buck I promise," you tried but he cut you off.

"I was so scared when I watched you disappear on the edge, I should have jumped in front of you to protect you," he whispered. You looked up at him staring back at you.

"I can take care of myself," you argued and he gave you a pointed look. "I don't even know why you care so much, if I'm gone then you can have Steve all to yourself." Anger flashed in his eyes.

"I would choose my death over yours a million out of a million times in order to make sure you were okay," he said and your eyes widened. "It's not Steve whose attention I want, it's yours."

"Well, you've got it now."

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel imagine

[lady-jane-asher]

April 5th 2024, happy beloved 78th birthday to the one and only Jane! She’s been my inspiration for around 12 years since I first discovered about her. It’s been a wonderful journey getting to share new pictures I find, my scans, colourisations and accurate information in regards of the pictures I found. May I be able to meet her one day. 🤍

This post will be divided in two, as the picture shown was used for two different newspapers that I scanned therefore the subtle mark on the photos. And you might have seen the photos with my old username so I am sharing them with the new one!

Jane Asher and Gawn Grainger as Juliet Capulet and Romeo in “Romeo and Juliet” presentation while being on tour in the USA, 1967.

First picture is my edition and enhancement from historical picture auction scan, second one is my scan from the newspaper, and third one is the scan of the newspaper.

Jane Asher-More Than a Beatle's Bird

In cities all across the U.S. this spring Beatle fans are swarming to a touring production of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet staged by the Bristol Old Vic Company. When Juliet appears on stage for the first time the reaction is almost always the same. Applause thunders through the theater. Flash bulbs pop—electrifying the scene like summer lightning. At the end of the play young girls scream the name of the actress who plays Juliet: "Jane Asher! Jane Asher!" This is the girl they have come to see. To a Beatle fan Jane Asher's romance is even more exciting than the story of Romeo and Juliet. Jane Asher, in case you haven't heard, is the girl friend of Paul McCartney-the last unmarried Beatle.

An Interview With Jane

To find out what kind of girl dates a Beatle and also has enough talent to

perform in one of England's most respected theatre groups, CURRENT EVENTS Editor Nancy Malone talked to Jane Asher in New York City. The 20-year-old actress seemed puzzled when asked why teen-age girls scream for her. "I don't really know," she said “and I don’t think they’re quite sure themselves. Once they’re with me, they seem a little lost and aren’t sure what to do or say”.

Miss Asher, in contrast to her fans, is not at all confused. She is looking the forward to a successful career in the theatre—on her own merit, not because of her friendship with a Beatle. The actress with the golden-red hair is well on her way to stardom. Her portrayal of Juliet with England’s Bristol Old Vic company has been highly praised. The company is nearing the end of 16-city american tour, which began in Boston last January. After appearances next month in Bloomington, Ind., Detroit, and Cleveland, the company will perform at expo 67 in Montreal. Then the actors and actresses will retur to England.

Does Jane Asher hope to do more Shakespeare? "Oh, yes." she said, “I'd like to do all the Shakespearean heroines-especially Lady Macbeth. But I'd also like to do modern comedy. I wouldn't like ever to stick to just one thing. For example, I don't want to do all movies or all stage. Though if I had to choose, I'd choose stage. I like having a live audience.

Movie Fame Unimportant

"I know you can become more famous by being in movies,", Jane said. "but I've had a taste of that kind of glamor, and I know I don't want it. I want to be a good actress." Jane, who has been acting since she was five years old, comes from a show business family. Her brother, Peter Asher, has toured the U.S. several times. He makes up one-half of the popular singing duo Peter and Gordon.

But Jane hesitates to encourage outer young people to become entertainers. "It's really not the glamorous life people imagine. It's hard work with rehearsals all day and shows every night. And when you come right down to it, acting is really only pretending you're something else on stage." Although Jane made several films during her childhood, she attended regular m schools—not acting schools for m professionals. "I'm glad I got a normal education," she said. "I think it gave me a more balanced view of life. In addition to several Shakespearean roles, Jane has played Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Wendy in Peter Pan, and Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion. Juliet, however, is the highlight of her career.

Jane and the Bard

She is particularly delighted that she is helping to acquaint American teenagers with Shakespeare. She commented on her own attitude as a 13-year-old: "I suppose I felt as all English schoolchildren do-that Shakespeare was pretty dull stuff with lots of language I didn't understand. I know I wasn't mad about it." Now, at 20, she believes that Shakespeare wrote "the greatest roles in the world." She added: "On this tour, I've gotten a lot of mail and it has meant a great deal to me. Some of the letters from kids say “We came to see you. We were so surprised. We really liked the play.” “That’s great. That’s a real accomplishment to me —as an actress”.

#jane asher #the beatles #60s #beatles girls #actress #lady jane asher #something about jane asher #model #beatles women #1967 #romeo and juliet #redhead #red hair #vintage #1960s

[coolcoelacanth]

shoutout to my ex, who broke my heart when i was 19 then continued to drag me thru the mud for two more years. i really put him on a pedestal, because he was someone who treated me better than others, which is not saying much considering my background. i watched my dad tolerate bullshit for years, then i did the exact same thing w my ex. i thought he was my person, i thought we had a special connection. and he took advantage of that. he took advantage of my kindness, my patience, my empathy, and my trauma. he made me feel like a loser, even though i am a beautiful, intelligent, hardworking woman getting her doctorate in one year. he made me feel ugly and small. he made me feel helpless and pathetic. all because he would come over and smother me in love, then turn around the next day and tell me i wasnt the one for him and that he didnt like me. he never complimented me, he made me feel like i was a loser bc i "didn't have any hobbies", he told me about all the girls he had had flings with during the gaps in our timeline then would accuse me of having hickies even tho i was technically single by his definition. when my pet died i had to beg him, sobbing on the phone, to come over and console me because he was busy going to his friends house he had known since they were 12. he got annoyed with me if i ever called him in a panic, he never reached for my hand in public, he only bought me flowers once after i had asked him to. he would fall asleep immediately and leave me crying next to him in bed, he would complain about being bored if i didn't plan an elaborate date for him every weekend while i was in graduate school, he never planned any dates. he would look at his phone while i was talking to him, and play video games while we were on the phone, and i would keep talking and pretend it didnt bother me that he wasn't listening to a word i said. the only time i felt like he was truly mine was when we were having sex and it made me more sexual than i am naturally bc it was the only time he ever made me feel loved and special. i never knew when he was going to tell me he never wanted to see me again, i would have several breakdowns a week but i would always blame it on myself, not because i was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. i think of all this things and it makes me feel sick to my stomach, because i truly trusted him. i thought if i was patient and loving enough, he would come back to the man he used to be. i really believed in his character, but he betrayed me over and over and emotionally abused me then used me for sex. i thought he was different from the other boys, but he was exactly the same. i dont have to restrain myself from reaching out to call him anymore, because even the thought of him brings an overwhelming sense of doom. then, after all that, not even two months after i finally said i had enough, he had found another girl. she was pretty too. after everything, everything, he still chooses to disrespect me over and over again. he chooses to shatter my heart on the ground and keep smashing it like its a game to him. i just want to say, FUCK you nic. NEVER will i EVER let ANYONE make me feel like that EVER again. he taught me the lesson of self love and respect, he taught me that love cannot fix everything, he taught me that you cannot force someone to respect you. i hope hes as miserable as he made me and i hope they both go to hell. i cannot believe i ever let someone make me feel so terribly about myself. i didnt even want to look in mirrors anymore. he tore me down to his level, he made me as insecure as he is inside. i hope you feel good about yourself, destroying someone who loved you and supported you so unconditionally. because i would have never done this to you, any of this. you are not as good of a person as you make yourself out to be, you're just like the rest of them and i hope you realize that everyday when you look at yourself in the mirror.

#personal #rant lmao #seriously FUCK that guy #im so glad i finally got out #he rlly had me in a fucking chokehold

[airybcbyy]

Don't Let Go

Marco Bodt x reader

Cw; angst, Marco survived his lil ol titan encounter, friends to lovers, lovers to strangers, let me know if I missed any!

synopsis; You and Marco met and fell in love while in the scout regimen, but after a brutal injury the Marco you knew is gone.

every good thing has to end terribly. that's how you viewed it, but maybe this time it'd be different.

Marco Bodt was never someone you had been planning on meeting, or even staying friends with. Except, when you joined the scout regiment and saw the happy-go-lucky boy with someone who quite resembled a horse. Of course, you weren’t here to fall in love. You were here to get revenge for your family, all killed by titans. So you’d sit patiently, maybe sit near him at times just to get over him faster, and get over this silly little crush.

Well, that was what you would’ve liked to do, but of course Marco Bodt had other plans. He smiled at you, more than usual, after your first mission together. He talked to you and disappeared from his friend group’s chats to come sit with you by the fire. He became a calming presence to you, one that you were a little too reliant on. 

When you and Marco began dating, it was sweet and simple. Small kisses in passing, late night talks while staring at the stars and simply dreaming of the days before the titans had broken down the walls. You two had actually were from the same district, but lived on opposite sides. You couldn’t imagine Marco growing up on the nicer side of the place that you were always so ready to leave before the world went to hell.

You had been dating for about 3 months before his accident. Before the Marco you had been ever so intimate with had completely changed due to the betrayal of others.

Marco getting severe head trauma was hard. Him being in a coma and having to stay in the hospital bed next to him every night was harder. But hearing him ask who you were when he awoke? That was the hardest. Marco, the man you’d loved more than you thought humanly possible, couldn’t even remember your name. 

That was okay. You’d simply refresh his memory by becoming great friends with him again. Maybe that would wake up the part of his brain that had forgotten all about you and your love towards the man. Except, Marco wasn’t the same at all.

He was stricter, meaner, and colder towards everyone. He still befriended his old group once again, you’d even heard them trying to refresh him on the love that you two had shared one. Yet, he never seemed interested in talking to you again.

You tried and tried and tried. Nothing was waking Marco’s brain from the hidden spot of where it had kept the feelings you knew he had for you.

Oh love, it’s beautiful isn’t it? You were truly in love. At least that was what it seemed. You loved him so much, your heart would beat faster every time you saw his face, every time you heard his voice, every time his hand brushed past yours. But now? Oh… now you look like two strangers. Strangers who never had a story together. Strangers that are insignificant one to another. How could you both? How could you forget all those feelings like this? How could you start over and pretend that never happened? Sometimes, in the silence of the night, under the light of the moon and the brightness of the stars, you think about him. About the ‘us’ that never got to be. About your beautiful love. The memories you got, the places you’d gone, the songs you heard. You miss all of that, You miss him entirely, every single thing of him. That horrible night, you didn’t lose just a lover, you lost a friend. A best friend. How could you ever let this happen? How could you lose him this way? Oh if you only could turn back time and beg a little more for him to stay and not go to find annie, reiner, and bertholdt… maybe, maybe you two could be happy together like you both had wished for.

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I HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED MY RETURN TO TUMBLR POST. LOVE U BAES.

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #attack on titan #airy cries #aot #back to writing aot #aot marco #marco aot #marco bodt #marco x reader #marco bodt x reader #aot x reader #strangers to friends #friends to lovers #lovers to strangers #angst ?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to fix my relationship with an ex-friend in a toxic relationship?

CW domestic violence

I have a group of friends I met in college, but we remained friends after graduation. Let's call them Dora (26F), Megan (25F), Gabriel (25M), George (29M), Lauren (27F) and me (26F). Just for context, Megan and Gabriel are married, Dora is married with Phillip (30M) and Lauren just divorced from Jake (25M). I know, a lot of names, but all of this is important.

In the beginning of 2023, Lauren's husband Jake hit her and she went to the police. He was arrested for a short time and after that Lauren put a restraining order against him and filed for divorce. We were by her side during the whole thing and it was a very emotional time for all of us, especially for Megan, who suffered domestic violence from the boyfriend she had before Gabriel. It's important to note Megan is my best friend in the group.

Everything turned out okay for Lauren, but shortly after that Dora confessed to us her husband Phillip also hit her. That was a surprise for us because, to be honest, Dora looked way more toxic than Phillip at first sight; she was always making fun of him and she even hit him in front of us once or twice. Gabriel and I confronted them about it but Phillip said he didn't mind, because she is small so it didn't really hurt.

Anyway, Dora told us he hit her and there were, indeed, bruises on her ribs, legs and arms. She took a beating. She was too scared to go to the police, but we promised we would find a way to help her.

After that, our group, but especially Megan, Gabriel and I spent months doing everything we could to help Dora. Megan went to the police by herself to ask for advice and she also talked to Dora's mom asking for help. I talked to social workers looking for resources to help her. Gabriel pretended to be Phillip's friend to keep an eye on him and ensure Dora's safety. Dora herself seemed to change her mind everytime. She would ask for help and then tell us to mind our own business the next day. She even filed a police report against Phillip with Megan and Gabriel's help, but she cancelled it. Needless to say, it was emotionally draining for all of us, but since we were successful in helping Lauren when she went through the same, we thought we would be able to help Dora too.

We weren't. She kicked Phillip out for a month, but they kept talking in secret everyday and, in the New Year's Eve, while Megan and I were cooking for the party our group always does every year since 2018, she sent Megan a text saying she wouldn't come to the party and, in fact, she would no longer talk to us because she made up with Phillip and she knew we didn't approve that, so we couldn't be friends anymore.

We were devastated. We could barely enjoy our party because we worked so hard to help our friend and she threw that in the trash. All those months tolerating that man - which was triggering to both Megan and I since he reminded her of her aggressor and me of my abuser -, all the effort, all the stress and fear for nothing. To be discarded with a text on our special day.

I was too hurt and blocked Dora on everything. Gabriel blocked her on Instagram. During these last months, we talked a lot about the whole situation and we came to the conclusion that Dora was a very toxic person herself. We remembered several times she was offensive and aggressive with us, and her sister Barbara (18F), who lives with her, told us that she threw plates and books at Phillip while they fought, and their arguments were always the two of them beating each other up. In the end, we came to the conclusion Dora stayed in that relationship because she knew no one else would want to deal with her own aggressiveness. There was nothing else we could do for her and we decided to leave it at that.

Then, two days ago, Gabriel received a text from Dora on his Whatsapp. It was basically her complaining he blocked her on Instagram, saying she liked him so much and he was such a good friend for her and she wanted to know why he blocked her. He simply blocked her on Whatsapp too instead of answering her. Then she texted Lauren asking why she blocked her on Insta (which was super weird since Lauren didn't block her at all). Lauren also didn't answer her. Then she started to follow George on Instagram and he saw she posted a story written: "Love your friends for who they are and not for who you want them to be."

We all met yesterday to talk about the situation. We deduced she had a fight with Phillip and must be feeling lonely since we were her only friends, so she's getting desperate. But we are also so tired of all the drama this situation brought and none of us want be her friend anymore. So we all decided to block her (I mean, they decided to block, I have done that already) and call it a day.

Maybe she needs help, but after the way she treated us, she will need to look for it somewhere else.

AITA for that?

#aita #am i the asshole

[itsme-ayunda]

20.02.2023

I dont know where I should start to write. I should have started writing regularly but sometimes Im loosing mood to write. Though I have alot things to tell.

- We started talking again.

It was 2 weeks ago he suddenly called. And we felt awkward after several months not talking or even is just sharing funny meme on instagram. I dont know what makes him call again. Then become regular talking just like it used to. Sometimes I dont pick up the call due to the hour he called or sometimes I feel dont have urge to talk with him. My feeling is not the same as it was when it comes to talk with him :)

But its good that we talk again. I feel a bit better when I have someone I can talk to. Sometimes its distracted me to do something. Even one time I was about to harm myself then his call appear on the screen. Then I leave my knife and pick his call. And pretend that I wasnt do anything.

- My condition

I feel excited for this year, with some resolutions and dreams I planned. But its just February and my condition is worse than previous year. The urge of suicide is bigger, every step every hour every second Im thinking about how I end my life. The safety one so it won't hurting me or bothering other people.

I feel exhausted. With my self and people. My family that I dont know are they still my family ? I worked alone. I sacrifices everything for them. But they always want prioritize without even thinking my condition and what I did. Do they think im okay ? Do they think I dont need help ? And do they think im still alive, here, stand still, because i want to ? No because I love them. I love mom. I dont want to leave them just like this because I know they're not prepared enough to be left.

I always forced to understanding them buy they never understanding me.

- Friendship

Last year I took a big decision of leaving my 20 years of friendship. I feels like im the only one who reached her. Always. Its just because im scared not having someone that I can stick to anymore so it changed me to be a pleasing people. And thats not good for me. Because its hurting me at the end.

I told her about something and she never makes time to at least listened. I told her about my decision to buy a house for the example and she said something that makes me breakdown. Well its not happened only once but several times. So I end the relationship and I dont need friendship again I guess.

The only friendship I considered only chris and ibrahim who leaving far away. And thats okay. I just need friend and not more than that.

[imjusthereforthesmutndstuff]

My first fic on this app, hopefully it’s up to par even though i know about 4 people will even glance at it but i hope those 4 people enjoy it

Feedback is welcome and i would love to take requests if anyone wants to send me them

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So here you were, the day before your birthday, 11:45pm, with a broken foot and no one to help you celebrate when the time came.

you sighed to yourself sadly glancing up to the clock then to the small TV they had locked up in the corner, Hawkins news was playing on the screen as they reported some soppy story about the new rec centre the mayor had funded, like that wasn’t his job.

11:47, you checked the time again, you were about to be 21 and no one in the world cared, your dad clocked out long ago deciding to have a heart attack at the age of 34 for literally no good reason and your mom was off travelling the world with her new husband Dave.

Ugh, Dave.

you pondered over how annoying it was that he even existed in your little world, he was from a big city somewhere in California that had like 3 malls and a car wash in every one, he didn’t even want to be there he begged and pleaded with your mom to move back to his home town with him because “she had no one left here” like she didn’t birth you and pretend to raise you your whole life

11:50, 10 minutes and you would be a fully fledged adult, a fully grown human who had no direction in life, several cares in the world and has just got fired for “getting in the way of the push cart at work”. You didn’t see how Tommy breaking your foot with a cart full of wine bottles had anything to do with you but his dad owned the store and they had been looking for a reason to get rid of your lip pierced face for a while.

the bell that alerts nurses of arrivals dings and 3 scruffy but laughing boys dropped one of them onto a chair a few seats down from you, he had a large gash across his shin and looked high as balls as he glanced around the room before finally glancing over to you and doing a double take.

“y/n?” he questioned, you flicked your eyes up to him, you didn’t know him, you wished you did but you didn’t

“…yeah…?” you questioned back furrowing your brows and frowning slightly as the words left your lips

“it’s me,” his hands threw up in jest and excitement waiting for you to clock his face but you remained still “Eddie.” he confirmed

“Eddie… Munson” he nodded happily at his name before shuffling himself up and hopping over to you.

His friends remained talking to the nurse at the counter explaining how he had fallen over a barbed wire fence trying to pet some horses that definitely did not want to be pet, she was clearly trying to hold in an eye roll and a scoff as she glanced quickly between the two boys.

“you look different” you quipped gesturing to, well, all of him, he smiled taking the comment as a compliment

“look who’s talking” he replied, you looked the same apart from your red hair and lip piercing, you’d always had a dozen earrings hanging from your ears and dark make up, in his defence it was smudged all over your face from crying.

“I haven’t seen you since like 8th grade, you had a buzz cut, seems like you haven’t had a hair cut since”

“yes I have!,” he mocks offence “I cut it in the bathroom mirror at least once every few months” he finishes, you chuckle shifting in your seat having. been sat there for at least two hours now.

11:53, at least you wouldn’t be alone on your birthday now, no that he would know or even care for that matter, he was far too zonked to to even acknowledge it if you did tell him and it would be embarrassing if you did.

the news continued to play softly in the background whilst Eddie contemplated what he wanted to say next.

“yeah what happened after 8th grade? you kind of just shut off and stopped talking to me” his voice was slightly lower but he was clearly trying to mask how he actually felt about the situation

“yeah,” you hissed through gritted teeth rubbing the back of your neck “I stopped talking to everyone really, totally my fault, my dad died and my mom didn’t really take it well. I was looking after her most nights and tired as shit”

he frowned regretting his question but you smiled at him gently letting him know it didn’t bother you as much anymore, he sighed rubbing his forehead wondering how to break this awkward silence he’d waded into.

“I’m sorry i wasn’t there for you more” it surprised you, a small choked gasp exiting your mouth, eyes flickering between him and your foot as tables hung how much it would hurt to just run out of the hospital there and then.

“I- um- i-it’s okay Eddie, you didn’t know” lost for words you stuttered out forgiveness trying to wipe the frown on his face, you had always thought he was beautiful and hated seeing the way his face scrunched up when he was disappointed in himself.

thinking about it when had you not thought about Eddie at least once a day, at school you would see him pass by you a small smile thrown his way to make sure he knew you weren’t mad at him, he would glean back at you with that sickeningly gorgeous smile that made every girl in a hundred miles wonder if he wasn’t so “dirty” as they put it, would he be as handsome as Billy Hargrove was.

when you left school you would grace out your window at night waiting to see if his van would pass by blaring music and bouncing up and down from his friends head banging in the back, most nights it did, always on purpose to see if you would be waiting for him to pick you up like he used to, you didn’t know that though.

recently he had plaguing your mind more, coming into the store to buy beer not even glancing your way as not to look suspicious, you didn’t even know it was him, he looked so different but you thought that man that walked in 4 times a week to buy 3 cases of beer and a pack of cigs was beautiful too, not more beautiful than Eddie but apparently he was.

a snap in your face woke you up from your deep contemplation of how much you had always dreamed of Eddie, he was smiling softly looking as though if he was too loud you might scream in his face an bolt the other way, like you even could.

11:55

“you okay Darlin’?” you hadn’t those words in years and the warmth they brought to your chest was comforting, the pain in your foot easing up just the tiniest amount

“yeah Eds i’m good” you sheepishly whispered looking away, fast enough to miss his eyes lighting up at the way you’d say his name when you were tired or upset.

“hey do you wanna hang out after we get out of here, the guys have the van outside and i have some beer and weed stashed in the back seat they don’t know about” he leaned over whispering to you, the way his breath tickled your ear almost made you visibly shudder, almost.

“are you sure i don’t want to impede on your band practise” he chuckled

“does it look like i was doing band practice?” he asked gesturing to his shin making you giggle in response, ew you giggled, oh god here we go again.

11:59

a nurse came out to speak to you about your foot talking about X-rays and casts when a nurse came out to get Eddie, typical you’d been for hours and he just immediately gets let in, he was gushing blood all over the floor but he seemed pretty fine with it to be honest.

00:00, finally an adult.

Eddie’s friends hoisted him up out of the chair and began to walk him to the double doors, he whispered something to them and helped him limp back towards you, he leant down and whispered in your ear.

it made you so happy you actually laughed from smiling so hard, he had always been thinking of you too, when he woke up this morning he knew and the fact that you broke your foot was fate.

“happy birthday Darlin’”

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #fanfic #fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie the freak munson #this man has a chokehold on me #i’ve been reading for weeks #he’s so pretty #i love him #this is kinda shite i’m sorry

[dane-ffxiv]

Prompt #15: Row

Walking to work was always such a gamble. If the weather was nice, it seemed like a good idea. But every time Dane’s shift took a turn for the worst, she dreaded that walk. It gave her time to think, but most days she wanted to be as far away from her thoughts as possible.

Anyone who worked around people, especially customer service, could relate to her struggles. That, and coffee shops were in a league of their own. Entitled motherfuckers, she’d think to herself as she politely greeted those customers in question. The ones who never deserved any form of kindness. But she maintained that same blank expression of hers, despite every confrontation, and dealt with them.

But today was different. Sure, there were plenty of entitled motherfuckers, but there was that one. Joseni’s girlfriend. She never once looked Dane in the eye when she ordered, instead focusing way too intently on the card reader. It can't possibly be that interesting to read “Insert Card” and “Remove Card” several times during the two-minute transaction. But she had more respect for that piece of plastic than she did for Dane.

She stood with her friend near the pickup counter and it was obvious that they were talking about her. Did they think she was deaf with her back turned? Why were they stupid enough to talk shit about someone making their drinks?

“...Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. It would be a dealbreaker for me to have competition like that.”

“Pfft, I have something in the works. He’s wrapped around my finger.”

“If you say so. They’ve been best friends since they were kids and you’ve only been together a few months.”

“...Like I said, it’ll work out.”

Dane felt a large lump in her throat. Seriously? Why did it always come down to this? Joseni was a shit judge of character and her patience ran thin every time she was dragged into his relationship issues.

She pretended to not hear their conversation, a decision easily made given the better opportunity presented before her. Instead of whatever non-dairy substitute was requested, Dane simply added milk and placed it on the counter. Her friend was less of a psychopath, so she made that drink correctly. She’d write it off as an honest mistake.

Once they both left, blissfully unaware, she spent the rest of her shift feeling anxious. Even as she walked home, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad would come from this eventually. Would she try and wedge them further apart? Her fears were confirmed almost immediately as she stepped into the apartment. 

“Hey.” Joseni spoke up from the couch. He seemed upset.

“Hi? I didn’t think you’d be home this early…?” She pulled her phone from her back pocket to check the time. He completely ignored her question and stood up.

“Did you really have to fuck with Ines and make her sick?”

“...What are you talking about?”

“She said you were in a shitty mood and made her a bad drink.” Dane stared blankly at him for a few moments, his words repeating in her mind. Really? That’s how it was going to be? She began to laugh and continued into the kitchen. He followed behind and grabbed her wrist. “You think it’s funny?”

She scoffed, tugging her hand away from him. “No, I think you’re funny. She’s been a giant jackass to me, but I’m the one who gets the blame.”

“You made her sick, Dane.”

“And I’ve been sick, Joseni. Of this. Of her. Of you.” He blinked, not expecting this from her. She usually brushed everything off, but something in her snapped.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You constantly tell Hani and I that we’re the most important people to you, but you let every single woman you date walk all over you. They don’t always treat Hani like shit because she’s your sister, but I’m always a target. If I’m that important to you, your actions need to match your words.”

“That’s not fair, Dane. I handle it just fine.”

“Handle it better.” She hissed, storming off towards her bedroom. “Or you’re going to lose your best friend for good.”

#ffxivwrite2022

[ivyian]

Story 2 " Love?"

Diary 2

1991.6.3

"I met a boy who made me flip.  He is like the warm wind in the spring, like the sun in the summer, like the flaming red leaves in the fall, and the holy snow in the winter. He is the only one who never laughs at me, doesn’t bully me, and discriminates against me because of my father's drug addiction and my mom leaving the family; he is like a sunshine shining into my heart. The first time I met him was after I was bullied by some girls in my class, I hid in the hallway and cried. There was a piece of paper being handed over by a beautiful hand. I raised my head.  A teenager with brown hair looked at me with concern against the light, and for that moment I felt like he was a god descending into my dim world. I fell in love with him uncontrollably. I went to the same clubs as him, sat in places where I could see him during meals, and happily greeted him whenever I met him.  I never pretend we will have any relationship. However, One day at a club party, I got drunk. I don't know how I kissed him, all I know is that the next day I woke up in his bed at his house. That was the day he became my boyfriend."

Emily put down the diary in her hand, it was the happiest time of her middle school years, the time she spent with her boyfriend, Ronnie.

They sit on the rooftop together and think about the future, they eat lunch together, Ronnie makes her more confident and she meets he best friend at that time.

Ronnie always took her to the gym with him, once she asked Ronnie what was the reason for him to work out every day. Ronnie looked up at the sky and smiled, a smile full of love and longing.

“You know what babe. My dream is to be a pilot.” Said Ronnie. “I aspired to be in the air and serve people.” 

Emily quietly remembered it in her heart. 

Ronnie’s dream is her dream. Learning to fly an airplane also became an essential item on Emily's life list, and everything was looking up.

One day, Emily got a call that her father had taken away to rehab for serious drug abuse, Emily wasn't really that sad because she had moved out of her father's house a long time ago, but at that moment, she realized that no one in the family is with her. 

Heartbroken, Emily returns to her and Ronnie's home. It’s a Thursday, every Thursday is girls’ and boys’ night and Emily spends that night with her friends as well as Ronnie. However, today, Emily just wants the support from her boyfriend. 

She opens the door. 

Ronnie isn’t in the living room, then she walks towards the bedroom. As she is just about to push the bedroom door open, she hears a voice from inside.

"Do you really want to keep talking to her? You know your ex-girlfriend can come back" one of his friends said.

Ronnie grunted and laughed, "Course not! How could I really like her? it's just that she looks similar to my ex-girlfriend and I'm recently looking for an excuse to break up with her. Look at her sad family and the way she lazes around every day, I'm not going to get into a serious relationship with someone who isn't as good as me! "

At that moment Emily's world stopped, she had thought several reasons before that she wouldn't last with Ronnie but never thought that Ronnie didn't love her as much as she loved him.

Early the next morning, Emily packed all her stuff and quickly moved out of the home she lived with Ronnie. 

She is sad. She cried all day at a friend's house then blacked out all of Ronnie's contact info, half a month later she saw a picture of Ronnie with his ex on her friend's Instagram. On the day of their breakup, the day Emily moved out, she secretly decided that she would not only learn to fly an airplane, but she would do it better than Ronnie.

[imogen-theimaginedcat]

Look. I Get It. (incoming vent post)

I am a couple of months past twenty one. My family is Colombian and my parents have gone through great lengths to keep me alive and more or less safe.

That doesn’t mean I have been tho. If anything their dedication to judge everything I do (good or bad, EVERYTHING is scrutinized and I’ve had to become a master of manipulation in order to get myself out of extensive interrogations) has pushed me into dangerous situations.

Here is a list of things my parents do not know about, some of which have been hazardous for my health, and yet have been the only moments of true freedom in my life, which has made some UNFUN associations in my silly brain

TRIGGER WARNING FOR SA AND S*ICIDE. SERIOUSLY. SOME NOT FUN THINGS HERE.

-starting at around 9 years old, I was harassed into a physical relationship by a member of my family who knew more about sex than I did. The person was also underage, but nonetheless manipulated me into doing things I did not want to do, and after approaching my parents once and not being believed, I gave up on getting help and continued to be abused until I cottoned onto what was going on and started avoiding the person like the plague. These memories were then repressed.

-Began religiously lying to my parents for YEARS.

-Walked to the corner store with my friends.

-Filmed YouTube videos, which were later discovered, and shown to EVERYBODY by my mother. Did not appreciate that, deleted my channel.

-Wrote and read fanfiction. Got traumatized again by untagged r*pe content.

-Wrote in my diary, and then years later got in trouble for writing complaints about my mom. She did in fact scream at me for it.

-Got into an online relationship. Never told my parents the extent of it. When she broke up with me for good after three years, I went through a period of depression so bad I attempted unaliving three times. The year before that, I attempted for the same reason, before she asked me to get back together. I no longer talk to this person, but I can’t bring myself to regret keeping the relationship a secret, because if my parents had known, every single bit of it would have been scrutinized. No peace. No independence.

-Skipped out on work several times and zoned out of reality, trying not to succumb to the temptation of numbing the pain with anything. Never did drugs, but was accused of it by my parents.

-Hysterically called the suicide hotline asking for help, got ubered to a mental health clinic during the time I was supposed to be working. Didn’t tell my parents. The experience was freeing and terrifying and exactly what I needed. It saved my life. I got a ride back to my workplace and waited for my mom to pick me up.

-Spent my money in irresponsible ways just to revel in my independence, once I had earned enough.

-Once I learned how to drive, drove everywhere and every time I could, as far away as I would dare. Pretended I was working.

-Feigned working late shifts just to sit in my car and cry without incident.

-Snuck out of home to cry in my car, was lambasted for it when discovered.

-Downloaded dating app. Met my current partner on it, talked for weeks, lied to my parents about going with a friend to a show. They insisted on following me in their car, but I still managed to get away with keeping most of the night secret.

-Finally had safe sexual contact with somebody. Fell in love, spent time away from home.

-Went to shows dressed how I wanted to, getting ready at my partner’s home and coming back in different clothes. Reclaimed my sexuality.

-Skipped classes at college just to revel in being unmonitored once I moved out.

-Sleep in bed with my partner. We don’t even do sexy things in bed. We just sleep together because it’s nice. Have done this for four months. My parents do not know. It’s bliss.

I am an adult. I pay my own rent, my own groceries, I get financial aid for my college classes. I navigate life more or less independently. I visit my parents every weekend to check up on them.

I’m tired of walking a tightrope. I have no intention of getting into trouble. All I want is to be able to pay rent, learn about art, and keep myself fed. I don’t drink, I don’t do any drugs, I don’t engage in criminality, I just want to be at peace.

The fact that I told my mom this morning that I had found a roommate and she blew up on me because that means I would share a room with my partner of eight months, in the apartment I pay for… jesusfucking christ.

#tw vent #personal vent #tw sa mention #tw sa #tw parental issues #vent post #im tired #im just so tired #my whole life has been trying to keep out of conflict with my parents and every time I step a toe out of line its a world ending catastrophe

[aroperyton]

the idea that hierarchical polyamory or having differing levels of priority on your relationships w others is inherently like, malicious or toxic or Stupid And Not Understanding Relationships Fundamentally is so baffling to me, of course no one person is gonna fulfill ALL your needs (or at least not usually, or at least thats not really gonna happen for me as an aro+aplspec person), and thats exactly WHY i like putting my relationships at diff levels of priority, (for example) my partner who i Just like to snuggle with and kiss is Not gonna be as pressing as my partner who helps me raise my kids, like...... that and its comforting to me cause i dont have to pretend all my relationships are on the same level all the time, sometimes i dont wanna date someone OR sustain a whole ass friendship with them i Just wanna be sexual with them. and if they were honest back and told Me 'yeah i dont wanna make this a whole thing i just wanna do stuff whenever we wanna do stuff' i wouldnt feel Insulted or whatever, id feel Relieved!!

#rambling.txt #sex ment #this quickly turned to aplspec rambling so let me confine that to tags lol #pretending like my friend i talk to once every several months is on the same exact level as my partner who i talk to daily #and helps me blow off steam and that i like a lot and blahblahblahblahblah #would uhhh suck for me and i guess this is just a classic 'i dont feel this attraction so idk wtf u guys are talking abt' thing #but when ppl are like oh theres no distinction between nonplatonic and platonic theyre on the same level always #im like ?? do u guys just not know what ur talking about??? are you taking 'i care about this person and have SOME- #-form of relationship with them' as the baseline for 'all friends/partners/etc are on the same level'???????? #ITS SOOOOO... ?????????? #its not that i care about my friends any less than my partners or what have you because of fucking course i care abt my friends #its just that if i have a garden some plants are gonna get used more than others #me using my tomatoes more than my eggplants doesnt mean i HATE the eggplants or am saying you Cant Like eggplants- #-as much as or more than tomatoes; this is just what i do and if i tried to have an equal amount of eggplants tomatoes #and cucumbers and everything else for every single meal always all the time id be overwhelmed and burned out #and get bored fast; if i have too many tomatoes i can jump to the eggplants; but if im having all at the same time #i just have to jump ship completely when i get overwhelmed or need smth diff!!! #if i thought eggplants didnt fucking matter or were worthless or bad i just? wouldnt grow them in the first place??? #its sooooo confusing to me i have no idea what ppl are going on abt. #ive had this on my mind a litle bit for the past while cuz i keep seeing ppl use 'hierarchical' to describe amatonormativity #and like i knoooooow what they mean by using it so i wont get on their ass for it ofc #but ackkkk ppl acting like 'this relationship is a higher/lower priority than this relationship bc of what it provides' #is inherently like a targeted malicious attack towards ppl who dont have distinctions like that in their lives and relationships #is sooooo @_@ for me

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Keeping Secrets

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky has been going somewhere every night and you and Steve decide to find out where he's been going

Warnings: Smut - M/M/F, Oral M&F receiving, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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“There he goes again,” Steve leaned over and whispered to you nodding in the direction of his friend.

You looked up from your book and spotted Bucky grabbing his duffel bag and checking the contents before zipping it up and throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“Where ya goin, Buck?” Steve asked as he watched him head towards the door.

Without skipping a beat, he answered, “Just to the gym.”

That had been the answer he had given almost every night for a month and you both had bought it. 

That is until one day, when Steve was doing laundry, he noticed that none of Bucky’s gym clothes were in there. When he had confronted his friend, Bucky lied lamely, telling Steve that he had done his laundry down the street at the laundromat.

“I didn’t want you and Y/N to smell how bad they were,” he laughed before quickly changing the subject.

Steve had come to you after that, explaining what had happened.

“Y/N, I think Bucky’s up to something.”

“Or, maybe you’re just overreacting?”

He sighed in frustration. “Why would I be overreacting? My best friend is lying to me and carrying on a secret life!”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I may be,” he conceded. “But there is definitely something going on.”

You had shaken your head, thinking Steve was being ridiculous. There was nothing going on with Bucky, you had thought, until you overheard him on a phone call while you were in the kitchen.

“No, tell Andreas he can take my spot and I’ll go on after Jay. No, no, I have something I have to take care of first…. No, it’ll be fine, I’ll talk to Constantine about the situation later… yeah well, they love Andreas so I know it won’t be a big issue… uh, hold on.”

He had spotted you by then, and you had gotten up quietly from the sofa in the connected living room, and walked back into his room to continue his conversation. You had to admit that that was strange, never had Bucky had a private conversation like that around you or Steve. And who the hell were Andreas, Jay and Constantine? You didn’t know anyone by those names. You decided to ask Steve.

“Yeah, those were the names he said.”

“I don’t know anyone by those names,” Steve thought. “There’s something going on with him. He’s keeping a secret.”

You sighed. “Well, if it is his secret, shouldn’t we let him keep it?”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, where’s your sense of adventure? Don’t you wanna find out what he’s up to?”

“But what if it’s not, totally… legal?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, not Buck, he wouldn’t do anything illegal, I know that. So it’s gotta be something else.”

“Well, if he’s hiding it, maybe he’s embarrassed?” You suggested.

“Possibly. But if that’s the case, I gotta find out,” Steve smiled at you. You knew the two had been life-long friends, and they liked to rag on each other as much as possible. Steve wanted to have something else to pick on Bucky about and he had seen this as a possible chance. There was nothing stopping him now.

“All right,” you conceded. “Let’s find out what he’s up to.”

That led to tonight. You and Steve were in the living room, him pretending to watch TV, you pretending to read, when he asked Bucky where he was going. Once he gave the same excuse he always gave, the two of you pretended to accept it.

Once he was gone, you two waited for a few minutes before hopping up and grabbing your jackets, pulling up the hoods as you headed out to follow him. You stayed at a discreet distance, glad of the crowded streets that Friday night allowing you to blend in. You had been following him for several blocks and were ready to give it up. You begin to think that Bucky had figured you were following him and was trying to throw you off. After all, he had spent many years keeping people off his scent. You started to have doubts and turned to Steve to voice them, when he stopped in his tracks.

“There. He went in there.”

You looked where he was pointing and your jaw dropped. “Are you sure he went in there? In.. in that building?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“What? What is it, some club?” he asked looking up at the door. “There’s no sign.”

“Nah, they like to keep it discreet. Which would make sense that he was here…”

“Why?.. Wait, how do you know that?”

You shook your head. You were still trying to wrap your head around Bucky going to this place.

“Y/N, helloooo,” Steve shook you out of your thoughts. “What is this place?”

“Um, it’s a club… of sorts.”

“‘A club of sorts’ what does that mean?”

Before you could answer, a bouncer stuck his head out and said “Hey, either you come in or keep it walking. No loitering.”

“We’re coming in,” Steve answered before you had a chance.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. Steve froze once you had gotten all the way in. This time it was his turn for his jaw to drop. All around you were women sitting at tables and around a stage. There were a few there with birthday or bride-to-be tiaras and sashes on. Threading through the tables were men barely dressed in only dark briefs, taking drink orders and flirting with the women. You looked to the stage where a man had a woman in a chair and was grinding on her.

“Why the hell would Buck be here?” Steve wondered out loud.

You thought about it and, remembering the phone call he had gotten, you soon realized he wasn’t just going here, he was working here.

“Um, Steve, I think Bucky’s working here.”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, can’t be.”

You walked over to the bar to ask the guy working behind it if he was there. Steve followed still a bit dazed.

“Hi,” the guy behind the bar gave you a winning smile. “What can I get you beautiful?”

“I actually have to ask you something,” you replied.

“Sure.” He smiled again as Steve saddled up next to you. “Is it a job for your friend here?” He looked Steve up and down.

You laughed. “No, that’s not it.”

“Too bad,” the guy shrugged. “He’d make plenty of money here.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Steve’s face. He shot you a look and you had to control your laughter.

“We’re looking for a friend of ours, we think he works here. Name’s Bucky Barnes…”

“Never heard that name.”

You and Steve looked at each other confused. You were sure he came in here. Before you could ask anything else, the DJ came over the speaker.

“And now ladies put your hands together for James!”

There were loud cheers and you both turned to the stage to see what the big deal was. The lights went down and a spotlight appeared on the stage, in the circle of light stood, to your surprise and Steve’s, Bucky.

You sat transfixed as you watched him on stage. You had no idea that he could move like that.

“Oh my god.” You heard Steve behind you as you both watched your friend pull a giggling bride-to-be on stage and sit her on the waiting chair.

You watched him as he began taking off clothes and grinding his hips for her until he was wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that left very little to the imagination. You couldn’t help but stare, focusing on the bulge there and crossing your legs.The bartender noticed and leaned over and said something to Steve who nodded and said something back. You hadn’t noticed you were so focused on Bucky up there on stage.

When the dance was over, the woman he had pulled on stage stuck a few bills in his briefs as Bucky helped her off the stage, kissing her hand and winking at her before he walked off.

“C’mon,” Steve said grabbing your hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Back here,” he said pulling you through the club to the back.

“Why?”

“Just come on.”

You let him pull you through a doorway until you were in a corridor full of private rooms. He stopped in front of a door and opened it ushering you in. You looked around still confused as Steve took a seat. You stood there and asked him what was going on.

“You’ll see. The bartender suggested we come back here since you were practically x-raying Bucky up there.”

You looked at the floor embarrassed.

“It’s fine, Y/N,” he said. “Kinda hard not to look.”

You just nodded. After a few more minutes, you looked up as you heard the door open. In stepped Bucky. He froze in place seeing the two of you sitting there.

“Close the door, Buck,” Steve said after you all stared at each other.

He nodded shutting the door behind him.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked.

“We could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, no,” you said. “We know what you’re doing, the question is why?”

Bucky looked embarrassed for a second. “It’s… well, it’s kind of a hobby. I won’t lie I like it. It’s nice not having everyone run scared from you.”

“Understandable.” Steve conceded.

“You’re not gonna tell everyone?” Bucky asked.

You looked at Steve. “Nah, secret’s safe with us.”

“Yep.”

“Okay good. So, uh, why are you two back here in the private rooms?”

“Oh, that’s for Y/N here,” Steve said simply.

“What?” you yelped as Bucky looked at you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “I… I didn’t ask…”

“Didn’t have to,” Steve said. “The bartender saw how you were looking at Bucky here and once I told him we were roommates he suggested this.”

“How was she looking at me?”

“Normally,” you lied.

Steve snorted. “She was looking at you like she wanted to jump on you up on that stage.”

“Oh, really?” Bucky said taking a few steps towards you.

“Wha… I… well,” you cleared your throat. “Maybe.”

Steve chuckled next to you.

“It’s just that I haven’t seen you… you know, like that. Dancing and everything.”

“Do you want me to dance for you now?” Bucky asked.

“I think she wants a bit more than a dance, Buck.” Steve told him.

“I think you’re right, buddy.” Bucky replied before pulling you to him and placing a searing kiss on your lips.

When he finally pulled away, you could do nothing but stand there in a daze. You felt Steve pull you back to sit on his lap as you watched Bucky stip out of his clothes for the second time that night. Steve was busy placing kisses along your neck, his hands slowly traveling under your shirt; his hands warm on your skin. You let out a soft moan as you felt his hands move up to your breasts and cup them.

“Come here, sweetheart.” You heard Bucky say reaching his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, lifting your shirt up and over your head and tossing it to the floor, followed by your jeans.

When you were in nothing but your underwear before him, he smiled before kissing you again. His hands all over your body, pulling you closer to him as he grinded against you. You could feel how hard he was as you moved against him. He turned you so that your back was to him and was facing Steve. He slid your bra off, playing with your nipples, causing you to inhale sharply. His hands went down your stomach to the front of your underwear, cupping your clothed pussy.

“She’s so wet already, I can feel it,” Bucky said to his friend who was watching you grind against his hand that was pressed against your clit.

“Don’t tease her, Buck.” Steve chided him, with a low chuckle.

Bucky laughed. “Okay, okay,” he said moving his hand from your panties.

You turned back to him, and kissed him again, harder this time, reaching for his briefs and pulling them down. You stepped back, taking him in. There he was finally naked in front of you.

You smiled to yourself, before dropping to your knees. Taking his dick in your hand, you stroked it a bit, marveling at the size. You looked up at him through your lashes before running your tongue around the swollen tip and licking the drops of precum from it. Relaxing your throat, you took him into your mouth as far as you could and started moving your head back and forth, while stroking him. You felt his hands in your hair as you moved. You gripped his thighs with your hands. You heard him let out a hiss of breath at the feel of your nails digging into his skin, but it only spurred him on. He began to move his hips, matching your pace. You held still as he continued to fuck into your mouth.

Steve had started to get restless sitting there watching the two of you. He made eye contact with Bucky who nodded. Steve moved from his seat and onto the floor, where you were still crouched down. You hadn’t noticed you were still taking care of Bucky, but you didn’t stop when you felt Steve’s hands pull your panties off. You moaned around Bucky when you felt Steve slide a finger inside you. It didn’t take him long to find your g-spot and he began teasing it, sliding another finger in to join the first.

You moved your head back and forth faster on Bucky’s dick as you moved against Steve’s hand. After a bit Steve moved his hand and pulled you down to sit on his face. Taking you clit in his mouth he began sucking on it. You let Bucky fall from your mouth as you started moving your hips. He stepped back, stroking himself as he watched you ride his friend’s face. You felt your legs start to shake as you felt yourself coming close to your first orgasm. Sensing this, Steve stopped right before you could tip over the edge.

You groaned in frustration, trying to no avail to grind against his face, but he lifted you up. You heard Bucky laugh softly from his seat.

“Now who’s teasing her?”

“Not finished with her yet,” Steve explained while shedding his clothes.

Bucky nodded in agreement. “Don’t wanna tire her out yet.”

Then reaching for you, he pulled you to straddle his lap, placing his hands on your hips.He lifted you up and you slid down on top of him, moaning loudly as you felt him stretch you out. Once you adjusted to him, you began moving up and down on him, gripping his shoulders. His lips found you neck and he began kissing and sucking on it as his hands gripped your hips moving you on him.

“Fuck, so good.” He moaned over and over as you squeezed him inside you. “So wet.”

He crashed his lips into yours again, your tongues sliding against each other. Your hands were in his hair, pulling against the locks as you moved faster on top of him.

“Stevie’s looking a little neglected,” he whispered in your ear.

He then lifted you up and off, and you turned around and slid him back inside with a hiss. You looked up at Steve, who had been watching, while stroking himself slowly and beckoned him to come to you. When he was in front of you you leaned forward, and moved his hand, taking his dick in your mouth. You let him slide in and out of your mouth while you rode Bucky. You felt your orgasm coming on hard, and with a long moan you came, fluttering around him. Bucky kept a tight hold on your hips, moving you through your first orgasm.

“Can’t, can’t hold out anymore.” You heard Bucky pant and with a groan you felt him lift you up again. You turned and took him in your mouth again, catching his cum in your mouth. He sat back to catch his breath.

You then turned back to Steve, who lifted you up with a low growl. He hungrily pressed his lips to yours and wrapped your legs around him as he entered you. You didn’t have time to adjust to him as he moved inside you. You felt your back hit the wall as Steve rutted into you. Your nails dug into his back and shoulders. You felt yourself come close to an orgasm again, as the tip of Steve’s dick rubbed against your g-spot.

He let you down and turned you around, sliding in, pulling your hips toward him.

“You got another one in you for me?” he asked as his hand reached around to play with your clit.

“Y-yes,” you panted as you moved your hips against him.

“Cum then, cum for me,” he said.

With another loud moan you felt your release come again. Steve was a few strokes behind you, pulling out as he came. You leaned back against the wall to catch your breath. You and Steve walked over to where Bucky was sitting watching you. He reached out for you and pulled you down beside him as Steve collapsed next to you.

You sat there with Bucky’s arm around you and Steve’s head on your shoulder. It was so crazy what just happened. The thought started to make you giggle. The two men looked at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“This. I just can’t believe this happened,” you laughed some more. “Not that I’m complaining that was amazing.”

“We definitely should do it again,” Steve said.

“Yes, but not here,” Bucky said, leaning over to kiss your cheek and pat Steve on the shoulder. “I gotta get back out there.”

“See you at home?” you asked.

“For another round,” Steve added.

Bucky smiled then nodded. “Definitely.”

You both watched as he grabbed his clothes and headed out. Once dressed you two left the club, both satisfied that you found out Bucky’s secret and the outcome that it had. Now you knew there would be no more secrets between the three of you anymore.

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[sgstories123]

“Always use condoms”

Marc was watching Squid Game, a Korean drama, with his wife on Netflix in the living room of his flat when he heard someone at the door.

“Hi, Uncle and Auntie!”

His tenant, Sophie, greeted them as she entered the flat with her boyfriend. Sophie is from China. She came to Singapore to study at a nearby university and had been their tenant for a couple of months. Marc did not liked to be called ‘Uncle’ as it made him sound old. He is in his late thirties and only about 15 years older than Sophie who is in her early twenties. Still, Sophie had caught on to Singapore norms and had called everyone ‘Uncle’ and ‘Auntie’.

Marc watched as Sophie led her boyfriend to her room.

“Hey, stop looking at them.” His wife whispered loudly at him. “You know what they are going to do next, right.”

Marc nodded. It seems that Sophie and her boyfriend had only got to know each other recently but already, Sophie had brought him back several times. Marc could not remember his name but knew that he was a Singaporean studying in the same university. Every time Sophie brought him back to the flat, they will go to her room and have sex. It was not that Marc or his wife were eavesdropping. It was simply that the walls of HDB flats are too thin and Sophie was really loud when she is having sex. She will be moaning and screaming words of passion throughout. Marc and his wife did not really know how to tell Sophie to keep her volume down without feeling embarrassed. They could only pretend that it did not bother them or they did not even realise what was happening in Sophie’s room. Sophie was after all a good tenant in other aspects, paying her rent on time. Where possible, Marc and his wife will leave the flat to avoid the awkward situation.

“Ok, I think I will go fetch our son from my parents.” His wife got up from the sofa. “You want to go with me?”

“No. I think I will stay and watch the show.” Marc responded. He really did not want to visit his in-laws if possible. They only stay a few blocks away and had helped to look after their 1-year old son during the day, but they were always nagging at him for one thing or another.

“Well, don’t stay in the house. Leave the young people alone.” His wife gave him a hard stare. “Don’t be a pervert and listen to people having sex. You are too old for that.”

Marc sighed. He cannot understand why everyone thinks he is old. Ever since his wife got pregnant a couple of years ago, they had stopped having sex. When his wife was pregnant, she did not want to have sex because she was afraid that it will harm the unborn baby. And when she had given birth, she was always complaining that she was too tired to have sex. But what made him upset the most was that his wife seemed to have decided that once they had a baby, he was too old to be having sex. As a result, he had only been jerking off to satisfy his sexual needs. He envied Sophie’s boyfriend as Sophie seemed to enjoy sex so he must have lots of it.

 “Don’t say things like that to your husband. I going down later to buy cigarettes and have beer with my friends. I will most probably come home late. Don’t wait up for me.” Marc replied angrily.

His wife did not even bother answering and minutes later, left the flat.

Marc sighed. Maybe it was his fault. If he had not stopped using condoms after they got married, they would not have a son and he may still have a sex life. Well, that is one lesson learnt too late. Always use a condom, as they say in the advertisements.

Marc flipped through several movies on Netflix quickly. He did not want to continue watching Squid Game as he knows that his wife will want to resume from where she has stopped. He did not want to upset his wife if possible.

“You sure you need to leave now?” He heard Sophie’s voice followed by her room door opening.

“Yeah, they got stuck at the project and need me to work on it. Sorry. The deadline is tomorrow. I call you later.” Her boyfriend responded before stepping out of the flat. “Bye, Uncle”.

Marc winced at the word.

Sophie closed the front door and plopped down besides Marc. “What are you watching? Porn?”

“There is no porn on Netflix.” Marc laughed. “Well, maybe R21, if you consider that as porn.”

“That’s boring. Want to go to my room and watch porn with me?” Sophie glanced at Marc slyly. “Uncle?”

Marc smiled. He knew Sophie was quite open-minded and they often joked about sexual matters. “Why? Your boyfriend did not satisfy you? You need porn?” He retorted.

Sophie pouted. “That idiot. We were having sex. He was already making me so wet and then his friends must call him and ask him to do their stupid project.” Sophie turned round to face Marc. “Maybe you want to take his place? I am so ready.”

Marc was taken back by surprise. They have never gone so far with their jokes. Is she serious?

Sophie leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. With one hand wrapped around his neck for support, her other hand rested on his chest, her fingers making small circles around his nipples. “What do you say?” She purred seductively.

Marc was a little confused but clearly, his lower body was not. He could feel his cock rising and making a tent in his shorts.

Sophie leaned further and kissed Marc on his cheeks. She turned his head towards her and kissed Marc again, this time on his lips. As Marc tasted the sweet, young succulent lips, his resistance started falling away. He felt himself floating and no longer in control of his actions. His arms wrapped around Sophie, feeling the warmth of the young body through her t-shirt. Sophie gave a short moan and grabbed Marc’s cock with her hands.

“Oh my God! You are so big and hard.” Sophie gushed. She rubbed his cock through his shorts, stroking it slowly and making small little circles around the tip of his cock with her fingertips. Marc sighed in pleasure.

Sophie stopped kissing Marc and looked at her fingers. It was wet with March’s pre-cum. “You are also wet.” She giggled. “Fuck me?”

“No, we an’t do this. My wife will be back soon.” A momentary sense of reason came back to Marc.

“Then let’s go to my room. Let’s make porn instead of watching porn.” Sophie giggle again before standing up and pulling Marc to her room.

Sophie closed the door behind them before first taking off her top and then sliding off her shorts. Marc was surprised. “You were not wearing bra or panties?”

Sophie smiled. “I told you we were having sex. I had to put on a tee shirt and shorts before going out of the room. Don’t talk so much. Take off your clothes.”

Marc was still standing there, unsure of what to do. He knew this was getting to a point of no return. Sophie did not wait for him to make a decision. She kneeled in front of him and pulled down his shorts.

“Oh my God! This is definitely the largest cock I have ever seen.” She exclaimed.

Without another word, she swallowed his cock, wrapping her warm tongue around the whole shaft. With one hand on Marc’s ass and the other holding on to the base of his cock, she started sucking his cock. Her rhythm picked up pace and Marc soon lost all reason and was floating in the pleasure of her efforts. He pushed his hips forward in concert with her sucking and he held on to her head, guiding her to heighten his pleasure.

“I am cumming!” He groaned. Sophie only squeezed his cock harder with both her hands and mouth. He erupted into her, filling her mouth with warm sperm. “Oh my god! That was so good.” He moaned as he felt his cock emptying the last few spurts into Sophie’s mouth.

Sophie swallowed all of Marc’s sperm before licking his now flaccid cock clean. “My god. It was so much. How long was it that you last had sex? This is so good.” Sophie looked up at Marc, seemingly fascinated.

She stood up and kissed Marc on his lips. Marc could taste his own cum on her lips. She stopped her kiss to pull Marc’s t-shirt over his head. Now both of them were naked. Sophie leaned forward to continue her kiss, wrapping one of her bare legs around Marc’s waist. As the naked skins touched, Marc’s cock became hard again.

“Ooh. Looks like you are ready to go again. Let’s fuck.” Sophie commanded. She led Marc to her bed, pushing him down to face the ceiling while she straddled him. She grabbed his cock and stroked it to hardness. Marc closed his eyes to enjoy the hand job and moaned softly in pleasure. He sensed a movement and opened his eyes to see Sophie lowering herself onto his cock.

“Condom. Use a condom.” He managed a hoarse whisper.

Sophie looked surprised. “Are you afraid of catching something from me? I am insulted.”

“No. Just don’t want you to get pregnant. Safer. Always use a condom.” He smiled weakly.

Sophie sighed but seemed pacified. She reached out to the nearby drawer and took out a condom. Expertly, she tore the condom wrapper and withdrew the condom before wrapping it over Marc’s cock. Without missing a beat, she lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it slowly into her love canal. As Marc’s cock filled her cunt, Sophie sighed in pleasure.

“Oh god. You are so big. This is so good.” Sophie moaned. Once she has engulfed Marc’s cock with her cunt, she froze momentarily to allow her pleasure to flow through her body before groaning loudly in pleasure.

Marc was also enjoying himself as his cock was pleasured by the warm tight walls of the young vagina. As Sophie started bouncing on his cock, the pleasure intensified. He held onto Sophie hips, as he watched her breasts bouncing in unison. He tried to sit up and suck on Sophie’s breasts. But after a couple of minutes, Sophie pushed him down on the bed again. She leaned on top of him, forcing his cock to rub more forcefully against her clitoris. Sophie was now lost in her pleasure, screaming vulgarities in her native Mandarin and alternating it with moans of pleasures.

 Marc finally understood what went on in Sophie’s room when Sophie was having sex with her boyfriend.

Marc did not hear the front door opened but he heard the Squid Game on Netflix resumed in the living room. His wife must be back. His cock became soft immediately and plopped out of Sophie’s body. Sophie stopped, still holding onto Marc body as she straddled him.

Marc looked up with a worried expression but Sophie simply smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Marc on his lips. As she continued kissing Marc, he could hear his wife moving around the house. He guessed the baby was asleep as there was no noise from his son. His wife seemed to have finally settled down on the sofa in the living room to continue watching her show. As Sophie’s bed was next to the wall where the sofa was leaned against, Marc was literally a wall away from his wife.

“What should we do?” Marc whispered.

“”Continue fucking, what else?” Sophie grinned. “Isn’t this exciting?”

“Are you crazy? My wife is out there. What happens if she finds out?” Marc was exasperated.

“Okay. If you do not want to fuck any more, I guess you can walk out of my room now.” Sophie had an evil glint in her eye. “If you want to stay in this room, you better make me happy.”

Marc was being blackmailed into sex. He felt so powerless and used. Do prostitutes feel this way, he wondered. He knew he had no choice but to continue laying on Sophie’s bed and pretended to want to have sex. He allowed Sophie to continue sucking his cock but with his mind on his wife, he was only semi-hard.

He tried to close his eyes and focus on his pleasure. As long as Sophie is happy fucking him, she will not throw him out of the room. He must not let his wife know that he is fucking Sophie behind her back.

There was a knock on Sophie’s door. “Sophie, are you in there? Can I ask you something?” Marc’s cock grew limp immediately. He is dead. His wife is definitely going to divorce him.

“Yup. Give me a minute.” Sophie gave Marc a smile. “Don’t move and it will be fine. Trust me.”

Marc did not need Sophie to tell him that. He was already frozen in fear.

Sophie got off the bed and walked to the door, naked. She opened the door slightly. Marc could see the legs of his wife but Sophie had blocked her from seeing much into her room.

“Oh. Sorry.” Marc’s wife was embarrassed to see the naked Sophie and looked away.

“Oh, I should be the one to be sorry. I am having sex with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some clothes.” Sophie lied.

“Sorry. I did not know. Sorry to disturb you.” Marc’s wife managed apologetically, still looking away from Sophie.

“No worries. What is it, auntie? What do you want to ask me?” Sophie continued nonchalantly.

“Nothing much. Just wanted to know if you know where my husband is?”

“He might have out. I heard the front door.”

“Oh right. I forgot he mentioned he may go out to meet up with his friends.” Marc’s wife felt silly and sheepish. “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay. We are just resting between fucks.” Sophie replied, before closing her room door. She walked over to Marc triumphantly and lay down beside him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Marc could feel the bedsheet drenched in perspiration. Was it from their lovemaking earlier or the fear from being found out. He was so relived and so amazed at Sophie’s audacity that he leaned over to kiss her.

“You are getting hard again.” Sophie whispered in Marc’s ear, “Continue fucking?”

Marc did not respond but simply got on top of Sophie. His condom had slipped off and he took another one from the drawer. He put it on quickly on his hard cock and pried open Sophie’s legs. He plunged his cock into her cunt in one stroke, surrounding it once again between the familiar warm walls. He heard his wife still watching the Korean drama in the living room. But now, instead of being afraid of being found out, the thrill of fucking another woman with hid wife separated by only a wall, made his cock even harder and larger. Blood was coursing through his cock making it steel hard. His cock pushed harder against Sophie’s cunt, making it even tighter and more pleasurable. Sophie was enjoying herself too. She was moaning louder and again started screaming expletives passionately.

“Fuck me harder!” She screamed loudly.

Marc was caught up in her passion. He was controlling himself not to make any noise as his wife was just outside the room. But Sophie’s passion was infectious and he threw caution into the wind, allowing himself to grunt and groan loudly to match Sophie’s screams.

He pumped Sophie mercilessly, lifting one of her legs over his shoulders so that he can push even deeper at an angle. Sophie was just screaming in pleasure now, having already orgasmed several times, spraying her love juice all over the bed. 

“You are so fucking big!” Sophie screamed again. “I cannot take it any more!”

Marc smiled. He was close to cumming as well. He gave her several deep thrusts before increasing his pace and tilting his cock at an angle to rub Sophie’s clitoris even more roughly.

“Argh!” Sophie cried out as she reached another orgasm. This was followed by a string of Chinese expletives. Marc gave a final thrust and emptied his seed into the waiting condom. He waited till the pleasure has subsided before pulling his cock out of the wet cunt. He pulled off the condom and shoved his cock, still glistening with his sperm into Sophie’s mouth.

“Lick it clean!” He commanded. He was in control now. Sophie crept over on all fours and quietly licked his cock. Marc stroked Sophie’s head, running his fingers through her hair. Yes, he thought to himself. Sophie’s boyfriend is so lucky. Sophie is definitely a good fuck.

Marc heard his wife switching off Netflix and the door to their bedroom closed. His wife must have decided not to wait for him and go to bed first.

Marc’s cock grew hard again. He saw Sophie’s handphone on the table, picked it up and set it up in video mode.

“Now we make porn.” He smiled at Sophie while he reached for another condom.