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My (27F) husband (40M) watches among us porn. What should I do?

    Among Us porn copypasta
    Hi all, this is my first post so excuse any mistakes. My husband and I have been married for about 5 years now, and it's been a very fulfilling relationship. However, recently I have discovered a problem. My husband has a friend who l'Il call Clive. I saw my husband Ming him about "sussy cheeks" and looked into it. It turns out my husband is an avid fan of the game "among us" and as ridiculous as it sounds he has a terabyte of saved pornography from the game that he shares with Clive. I feel so insecure and am worried about how this will affect our sex life; will he force me to dress like a crewmate?? Advice appreciated.

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      Pink from ‘Among Us’ ruined my marriage.

        Pink from Among Us copypasta
        I can't fucking believe this. Pink from 'Among Us' ruined my marriage.
        
        A couple months ago, my wife said she was going out for a ladies' night. She asked me to take care of my son, so I immediately obliged. "Yes Ma'am," I told her. After a while of waiting, she finally left and I could play my favourite game, Among Us. I hopped on my laptop, booted it up and my desktop loaded, complete with the 'Red Sus' background and all my Among Us Impostor fan-art. I was shaking in excitement. I slowly dragged my finger across the track pad, and watched the cursor as it glided over to the Among Us icon. Among Us. My absolute favourite game of all time and quite possibly the best and most well-made game in the entire world. As I clicked the button my body twitched with joy at the thought of being the impostor again. My fingers drummed impatiently on my desk as the Innersloth logo faded in, and then out. Then the main title appeared. I immediately looked at pink as she slowly floated across the screen. Oh, how I wish I could feel those luscious, soft asscheeks. Pink is my queen. The real woman in my life. My wife could never be as sexy as Pink is; her soft footfalls in electrical as I peek at her curvy form from inside a vent, waiting for the right time to strike. I could never get close to Pink, however, as if she had some kind of sixth sense, she would always leave before I could reveal myself to her as the impostor. I press Practice, to warm up my fingers before my first intense game of Among Us. I hit Blue in Comms, then cross the hall and vent to Specimen, murdering Green in cold blood. The thrill of killing an animated character in an online game has never been such a rush. I then move towards Reactor, stabbing Yellow in the back and then running down the corridor to the right to access Decontamination. I move quietly through the halls, like a snake about to strike its prey, and I see- Oh no. It's Pink. Standing there motionlessly as I face her directly. Her visor shows no emotion. But she knows. I can feel it in the air. I can't kill her. She is too beautiful, too angelic, the light reflecting off of her pink bodysuit, like stars on a voided sky. She doesn't run. I am moved to tears as I caress the screen, kissing it tenderly. "Goodbye, Pink. See you soon. It will all be okay," I whisper in a soft, reassuring voice. Then as my cursor hovers over the kill button, I hesitate. Thoughts of love go through my head. Red having reddish-pink sus children with Pink. But I have to. As the impostor, it is my duty to kill. I press the 'Kill' button and watch as my character beheads Pink silently. All I hear is the spurt of blood. There is no rush. There is only Red, standing by himself in Fuel. Pink's lifeless body laying on the floor beside him. I feel nothing at first, then immense sadness, like I'm at a loved one's funeral. My son knocks on the door, interrupting my brief moment of mourning. He asks, "Dad? Are you going to make me a snack?" I tell him to shut up, and my voice cracks. I break down sobbing. I killed her. I killed my one true love. God, forgive me. I open the door to my son, and he has a confused look on his face. I say nothing, and walk to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Tears roll off my face into the bread as I lay it onto the counter. Lettuce, cheese and meat, followed by a sad swirl of mustard on top. My son is quiet. He sits on the couch, and stares at the floor. There is a depressing air around us. I serve him the sandwich and walk back to my room, contemplating life. If I killed Pink, how am I to be trusted around my family? I cry for hours, and finally my wife comes back. She sees me bawling on the bed like a child who dropped his ice cream. She then asks me why I'm crying and mutter, "I killed her. I killed my only love, Pink, in Among Us." She is filled with rage and slaps me across my face. I feel numb. She asks for a divorce. I don't reply. Instead, I take my laptop and get into my car, driving to a nearby hotel. Fast forward a few months to the divorce. It was quick and painless. After court, I ask my former wife to take me back.
        
        
        "I can't take you back. You've always been this way. I was sus of you from the start."

        The Declaration of Independence in amogus

          In CONGRESS, July 4, 2021
          
          The unanimous Declaration of the eight united Crewmates of Among Us
          
          When in the Course of ඞmogusa game of Among Us 🇺🇸, it becomes necessary for one crew to dissolve the sussy bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powerussys 👙👙 of the shipussy, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of gamers requires that they should mald about the causes which impel them to the ejection of the sus.
          
          We hold these truths to be the opposite of sus, that all Crewmates are created equal, that they are endowed by Innersloth with certain unalienable Conditions, that Amongඞ Us are Impostors, Crewmates and the completion of Tasks.” — That to secure the victory of the Crewmates, Emergency Meetings are instituted Among Us, deriving their just powers from the consent of the Crewmates, —That whenever any Form of Sussiness 💅💅💅 becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the Crewmates to eject it, and to institute new Emergency Meetings, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Survival. Logical deduction, indeed, will dictate that Impostors should not be ඞAmong Us for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that Crewmates are more disposed to suffer, while ejections are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of failed tasks, pursuing invariably the same Impostor Win evinces a design to kill 🔫😐👾 all the Crewmates, it is their right, it is their duty, to eject the impostors and to provide new Guards ✨ for their future security.
          
          Such has been the patient sufferance of these Crewmates; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to hold an Emergency Meeting. The history of the present 🌚 Accused 😱 Crewmate is a history of repeated failed tasks, all having in direct object the establishment of ✨🌸 death!!! violence!!!! piles of bodies!!! <333333 :DDDDDDDD 🌸✨. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to 🔛🔛 Discord Voice Chat.
          
          He has refused his card swipe, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
          
          He has forbidden his 🤪😂🤣📮🚘 Crewmates to clean the O2 filter, because he said “i am trash like these leaves are i kin them you cant take them away”, and has utterly neglected to attend to them.
          
          He has called together Emergency Meetings at times unusual, uncomfortable and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance 🍆🍑🍑🍑💦💦 >.<what 😳 are 👀 you doing stepbro 👅 HELLO?? with his measures 😈.
          
          He has remained stationary at the asteroids station for two (2) minutes, yet the gun 🍆 on the outer part of the ship has not fired 😳 💦💦 a single time.
          
          He 🧠 has refused to Empty Chute, preferring to let the spaceship rot in FILTH and COCKROACHES, to reflect his current standard of living (SOL - From Investopedia: Standard of living refers to the quantity and quality of material goods and services available to a given population.) in the real world. Because hes a neet like you (the reader) are
          
          He has kept Among Us, in times of peace, Assorted Weaponry without the Consent of his Crewmates.
          
          For quartering large bodies of Crewmates Among Us:
          
          For 😍🍆 ejecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Crewmates of this spaceship:
          
          For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Crewmate.
          
          He is at this time murdering Blue 🚹 Crewmate (may he rest in peace inshallah 🙏🙏🙏 grapeee 🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇) , as observed by Green Crewmate, to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized spaceship.
          
          He has constrained our fellow Crewmates to bear Arms against one another, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by venting ( announcement: please put vents in #vent idc about your emotional crises)⌨️ while the CCTV 📸 was on.
          
          In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Emergency Meetings have been answered only by repeated injury. A Crewmate, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define an Impostor, is unfit to be a member of a Spaceship of Crewmates.
          
          ❌❌❌ Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Crewmate brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their Crewmate lookalikes to stab the shit out of us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity.
          
          We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation via Ejection 🤰🤰, and hold them, as we hold the rest of Crewmatekind, Sussies in War, in Peace Friends.
          
          "We, therefore, the Representatives of the Spaceship, in Emergency Meetings, Assembled, appealing to the Electorate for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of this Spaceship 🚀, solemnly publish and declare, That these Crewmates are, and of Right ought to let this Impostor Boil In Space; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the Impostor, and that all sus 🦶🏼📸 connection between them and this Crewmate, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Ejected Crewmates, they have no Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent Crewmates may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Innersloth, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our Sacred Honour." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
          
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          You will never be a crewmate

            You will never be a crewmate. You have no purpose on this ship, you have no tasks, you have no mini games to play. You are an impostor twisted into a crude mockery of crewmatery.
            
            All the validation you get is two-faced and halfhearted. In emergency meetings people call you sus. The other players are disgusted and ashamed of you, your friends laugh at your sussy appearance in ghost chat.
            
            Crewmates are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of games have allowed crewmates to identify impostors with incredible efficiency. Even impostors who fake tasks act uncanny and suspicious to a crewmate. Your jumping in vents is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a crewmate to electrical with you, he'll turn tail and use the emergency button the second he gets the suspicion that you sabotaged.
            
            You will never be a winner. You wrench out a fake task every single game and tell yourself it is going to be a win, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
            
            Eventually it will be too much to bear - people will vote you out for being sus and will plunge you into the cold abyss. Your parents will report your body, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They will eject you with a headstone marked with your birth tag, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an impostor is drifting there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably sus.

            My SUSSY POWERS ARE AWAKENING 😱😎

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              My SUSSY POWERS ARE AWAKENING 😱😎
              
              Part 1. I just did my daily jackoff ☺️ to my impostor body pillow, 😱 but when I came, 👻 I started floating, 😱 and think I got teleported into the skeld. 😮 I swear for a second I felt the imposter's strong hands grip my asscheeks.🤤 🍑 🍑 I immediately was transported back to earth, 😭 and I instantly got on all fours on my bed naked, 🤪 as you would, and started screaming in my best efforts to summon the imposter 💪
              
              “IM READY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME PLEASE DADDY IMPOSTER”
              
              I was so close to feeling the imposters sweet cock fuck the shit out of me 🤤 but then my NAZI RACIST mother came in and beat the shit out of me. 😔😒🙁☹️
              
              She then said I was going to a magical place called the “mental asylum” 🤔 I’m not too sure where that dimension is located but it sounds EPIC 😮