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the problem with social media (or rather, one of the problems) is that it has caused the shift of people having a naturally developed identity and personal interests happening to share bits of it online, to now people cultivating their online presence and how they want to be perceived by strangers online FIRST, and then working backwards and trying to translate that over into their real, physical lives and interests.

it doesn’t work. it will never work. for many, it doesn’t even matter if it translates into their real life because in real life they’re just scrolling on instagram 60% of the time anyways.

in my day we would call this type of person a “poser”. and in a way everyone is posing now — for a phone, for a friend to take their photo, for a 15 second video. but what do i know.

#whenever i download instagram for a few hours once a week to post a photo i am filled with fear and dread and doom and loathing #my fault

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

Matthew Broome As Nick Leister | MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

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ʚɞ . . . if there was anything you'd learned about nick after dating for two years, it was that he loved to get you stuck in sticky situations. very sticky situations.

your boyfriend could not keep his hands to himself, it was like telling him to stop breathing. impossible. it didn't matter where you were, who you were with, or what was going on. he was always touching you.

whether it was interlaced hands, fingers brushing down your spine, or an arm around your waist, his hands never left you.

unfortunately for you, he was also a complete freak. it was not a good combination.

another whine slipped past your lips despite your best effort, head lolling back as your grip in his hair tightened.

nick let out a low laugh against your skin, pressing another kiss to your collarbone before his lips brushed upwards, ghosting against your ear.

"aww, what happened angel? thought you said you could handle it." he cooed mockingly, just when he thrust up against that special spot, curling his fingers hard.

your eyes nearly roll back, trying oh so hard to escape the torture he's subjecting you to. one hand is firmly clamped over your mouth, the other sliding from his hair to dig into his bicep as your body shuddered.

"someone's gonna come in, nick," you practically sobbed out the words, hand leaving your mouth to grip the counter behind you, hating how obscenely loud the filthy wet sounds of his fingers torturing you sounded in the quiet kitchen. the faint sound of the tv playing and noah's laugh managed to meet your ears, very dimly aware that you needed to keep quiet.

"yeah? well maybe you should keep quiet then," he grinned, promptly pulling his fingers alllll the way out before thrusting right back in like the bastard he was, doing nothing to stop the shameless moan that leaves from your lips.

your teeth sinks into your bottom lip hard, barely registering the sting of pain through the dizziness of the pleasure he's giving you, the soft buzz of noise in your ears suddenly pitching as his fingertips traced in a circle against your inner wall.

his lips pressed against yours, tongue softly separating your bloody lip from your teeth with a chuckle, swallowing the pathetic whines that were trying to escape.

your hand clawed at nick's skin, trying to push him away and failing, the efforts having him far too amused as he pulled away. his mouth trailed down, following the line of your jaw before dipping to press again your throat.

your breath shuddered at the sensation of his open mouthed kisses, tongue passing over your pulse so sensually that it only adds to the overwhelming feeling growing in your belly, thighs tensing as your head falls back.

"that's it, there's my pretty girl. gonna come for me against the counter with the others in the next room like a slut? hm? c'mon, come for me, sweetheart," he coaxed, voice deceptively gentle around the vulgar words, fingers picking up speed. meanwhile, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles, making you choke over your moan.

the coil in your stomach pulled tight, hips arching up into his touch with a cry you just barely muffled by burying your face in his neck, grip tightening on his shoulder.

the microwave beeped just as the pressure snaps.

your teeth sink into his skin hard to stop the loud noise that escapes your throat as you cum, and nick groans at the sensation. the sound of his fingers fucking you through your messy orgasm mixed with the sound of heavy breaths is obscene in the quiet kitchen.

"please tell me you two aren't fucking in the damn kitchen."

god forbid you ever try to make popcorn with him again.

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