#please reblog with your categories too! i'm curious!

[novelmonger]

Categories of YouTubers I follow:

Sarcastic reactions to bad movies (complete with dramatic reenactments/skits)

Video game reviews and discussions (and occasionally related merch)

Just Some Guy talking about the most disturbing horror stories and weird historical moments and somehow making it cozy like your dad is telling you a bedtime story

Just Some Guy ✨Wholesome Edition ✨(featuring a pleasant laugh and mundane topics that are somehow still interesting)

Everything about violins (I do not play the violin)

Insanely long and detailed multi-hour video essays on obscure topics I've never thought of before

Area Man Eats The Most Normal Food But Edits It Like He's On Bill Nye The Science Guy (and has an obsession with analog media)

Literally just a dude talking into his camera about theology

[miku-earth]

miku.earth update: September 15

Hi all! This is a lil progress update for those interested. In a rush? Here's the cliff notes!

The map site at miku.earth is back: sorry for the delay in fixing it! Check it out: it has six hundred Mikus!

Including the hyuge ol' queue, we've collected over 3,100 mikus!

Representation is important! I've been using some fancy stats to avoid bias. To that end, please help make sure we have a Miku in every African country!

oh hey! you clicked 'keep reading!' well hi! here is your Miku Direct. . The map site, miku.earth, is back!

I ran into a kinda complex issue and it was a whole Thing. I was working on the site the whole time though! Sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy now it's back up and running.

This site has six hundred Mikus on the map, and more are added each week. It was recently rebuilt from scratch (fun fact! I am not a web developer) so I hope it is far zippier and less glitchy as before. A mobile-friendly version is coming soon too!

Also: check out the new search feature! In addition to the title, artist name and region(s), it can also search for the categories indigenous and historic!

cw: this video involves moving around a 2D map with some speed. on the site itself site, this only happens when you hit the Enter key.

We've reached more than 3,100 mikus!

Even at its Miku-per-hour speed, the queue will continue until 2025 at least! This is with thanks to an incredible number of contributions, including donations of literal thousands of links.

Thank you so much to @awnowimsad, @worldmikuposter @the-hatsune-miku-trend, @communist-hatsunemiku, @council-of-beetroot, L-A and a whole host of DMers and emailers for helping get this far.

Oh and by the way: over two thirds of the collection are tumblr posts! Given that this was originally a twitter trend… if you know any Twitter users who are into this trend, please reach out. Some napkin math tells me there are at least 10,000 works of art total out there, which is, by the way, surreal. Let's make sure not a single one is lost.

If you're super curious, the collection is public! I have some tools to auto-annotate (I do not want RSI), but be aware the backlog isn't vetted.

Representation is important!

Fun as this trend is, this project was always intended as a serious study into how people represent their own culture through artwork. I'm no anthropologist, but I feel it is important to make sure this collection is respectful and bias-free. If we're to represent the world, we have to avoid underrepresentation!

To that end I've used some fancy statistics to calculate a "representation value" for each country. Here's a table if you're into the stats of it! This info is handy to help me with the queue – especially with tweets as they're a lil more effort than a carefully-tagged reblog. Of course, Indigenous, hyperspecific and low-note Mikus get priority.

And, well, of course you can see on the site there are purple regions for countries still missing a Miku. In particular, please help me make sure every country in Africa is represented.

Thank you for reading!

Phew! That was a lot. If you're still curious, please check the behind-the-scenes and source code. I work in the open! Even if my code is probably messy.

And if you're a programmer, issues and pull requests are welcome! This is actually a static site, so it's purdy easy to develop.

[pudding-parade]

So, I'm now curious...

There's a bit of a discussion going on about Sims players and their sex/orientation, particularly on TheBleedingWoodland's blog, who has now, apparently, blocked me from replying or perhaps from his blog as a whole, but whatever. I'm still curious.

In my experience -- which is mostly participating here on Tumblr and before that on the Modthesims forums for the past...16?....years or so -- Sims fandom seems to me to skew female and fairly strongly queer in some way, and, of the players in the fandom who are male and who've talked about their orientation at all, they seem to also tend to be queer in some way. There also seems to be a good number of enbies, or at least people who, according to their profile blurbs, use or are OK with they/them pronouns. But perhaps I am experiencing some sort of ongoing sample bias. So, I thought I'd do a poll and see what shakes out. (Which, of course, doesn't necessarily escape inherent bias at all, but it's the best I can do. 😊) Maybe the results will be educational for some folks, but mostly I'm just curious. So here we go:

Note that for the purposes of this poll, I've lumped orientations together and that "gender" refers to your identity, not what your physical plumbing is. So for instance, if you're a trans man who's generally attracted to women as romantic/sexual partners, such that you'd label yourself "straight" in that regard, you go in the "heterosexual man" category. If you're a straight-ass cis guy, you, too, go in the "heterosexual man" category. If you're a pansexual cis woman like me, you go in the "non-heterosexual woman" category. If you're an ace trans woman, you go in the "non-heterosexual woman" category, too. And for this poll, it doesn't matter what your orientation is if you're non-binary, so y'all only get the one option. It's not that your orientation doesn't matter. It's just that for the purposes of this poll, it's not something that's being measured, but I am curious as to the percentage of Sims players who are non-binary. And, of course, if you're not sure about any of this stuff and/or you don't feel you fit in any of the listed categories, you go in the "Unsure/Other" category.

Clear enough, I hope? I'm hoping that by condensing categories this way we can get results that aren't all over the place, with perhaps some meaningful percentages.

For those who have sims blogs (or even if your blog isn't sims-dedicated), please feel free to reblog this, so that as many Sims players as possible, hopefully across the entire franchise, see this and have the opportunity to participate.

[nozomi-vents]

Hi!!!

Welcome to my vent account!

This is where I will be posting all of my vent content (Mainly stuff regarding BPD and my thoughts on online drama), it's kind of like making a public diary lmao

I also reblog other people's vents that I relate to, so if you see me reblog your vent post, that's why :3 (if you need me to take it down, please let me know, and I will)

My main account: @nozomi-kaizoku

My posts on this account will contain or mention the following:

Suicide and suicidal ideation

Self harm

Any relevant drama that goes viral (ex: the YandereDev situation)

Negative perceptions of my relationships and myself

Sex, sexual topics and self sexualization

Ableism (including internalized ableism and stigma against my disorder)

Psych wards

Invalidation

Hopelessness for the future

The hardships that come with BPD (such as mood swings and dissociation)

Anxiety

Mentions of some problematic behavior I did back in 2021 (do not ask me about it btw, I'm not comfortable with going into detail and I might not remember everything)

Wanting to be in a relationship with older men (mainly with men in their 30's)

Attention-seeking behavior

Incel/Femcel stuff (I DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH GENUINELY BAD PEOPLE)

Other things that might be potential triggering

If you are not comfortable with any of the above in any way, please DNI and do not come onto my page (see boundaries for other DNI criteria). I do not want my content to cause harm in any way.

Thank you.

Name: Nozomi Kaizoku, but I'm cool with Nozomi, Zomie/Zomi (doesn't matter the spelling), or just Luca(s) or Pheonix

I'm 17 (My birthday is 01/14)

Pronouns: He/they/it

Disabilities and mental conditions: autism (professionally diagnosed), ADHD (professionally diagnosed), PTSD (Professionally diagnosed), ARFID (avoidant-restrictive food intake disorder, professionally diagnosed), Iron deficiency (caused by ARFID), BPD (professionally diagnosed) MDD (Major depressive disorder, professionally diagnosed), GAD (generalized Anxiety disorder, professionally diagnosed), PDD (persistent Depressive disorder, professionally diagnosed). (all except autism, ADHD, PTSD and ARFID are provisional)

Sexuality and Gender Identity: Pansexual, Aromantic, and Non-Binary (Masculine and androgynous terms for me are cool with me)

Always Welcome!! (unless you end up on the DNI list somehow)

Neurodivergent people of all kinds (especially autistic and ADHD folk)

Anyone of any mental illness

FNAF fans, canon and AU (especially Tony crynight fans)

Any race, gender, sexuality, religion, disability, etc. (this is a safe space)

Any fandom (outside of what is on the DNI)

Weird/cringe people of all kinds (furries, therians, alt fashion, etc.)

Problematic in recovery people (basically any content creators who are problematic and in the process of stopping their problematic behavior) (this s a pro-recovery page)

Just cool people in general!

Anyone 14 and over

Unless I made you an exception, DO NOT INTERACT (DNI) (you will be blocked)

Anyone in the Gacha fandom (as cool as the content is, the community is way too toxic for me to handle)

Anyone in the Hazbin Hotel fandom (same reasoning as the Gacha Fandom + Vivziepop is way too problematic for me to handle)

anyone under 14 (I'd rather not expose anyone that's really young to any sort of content that's gonna mess them up for life. Trust me, I saw some shit I wasn't supposed to at a young age and it messed me up big time.)

Anyone who openly shares their political ideology (No hate against any of you, but I've seen way too many people get into fights over one's political viewpoint, and I'd rather not have that negativity on here. I'm considered a "leftist/democrat/liberal" incase anyone is curious, but I'm not gonna talk about it much on here)

Springtrap x Ballora shippers (most of y'all are toxic as fuck and I don't like it)

DNI (no exceptions) (you will be blocked)

Anyone who fits into these categories: Ableism (especially against neurodivergent people and anyone with "evil" mental illnesses, such as NPD or BPD), Racism, Sexism/misogyny, Homophobia/ transphobia, Antisemitism, Pro-genocide of any kind, Nazis and Neo-Nazis, pro-"life", or any sort of discrimination that I haven't listed here.

People who justify literal bullying as "criticism" (seriously, it never helps, there's a difference between actual criticism that can help someone and bullying)

Tony Crynight Anti's (this is a Tony Crynight fanpage, and as such, any hate against him will be deleted and blocked)

Personality disorder Abuse believers (eg: Narcissist abuse believers)

People who make mental illness look like a quirky trend (Eg: saying "bpd = beautiful princess disorder", "I'm so OCD" etc.) (mental illness isn't fun at all, coming from experience) (ONLY APPLIES TO NEUROTYPICALS, SOME PEOPLE WITH THE DISORDER USE THESE JOKES AS A COPING MECHANISM)

Fashion Jirais (due to harassment and spreading harmful misconceptions about mental health and the Jirai community)

Anti-recovery (especially when it comes down to mental illness)

Cancel culture participants (most of yall are anti-recovery and pro-bullying.)

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Feel free to reblog my posts if you find it relatable, but please be respectful about any criticism you have, otherwise you will be blocked.

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That's all folks! /ref

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: A Little Fun With--- Alfie***

Words: 3.9k

Warning: Mild Cursing, NSFW, Fun, Crude Language, Mild C*m Play, Glove Free Lovin, Kink Talk/Play

Summary: Just a fictional assumption in a few categories of this beautiful man above. Of course, he's with you. So, self-insert. Yaay!

Note: So I am going to try something in sort of a headcanon format and see how it plays out. BTW this is how I write headcanons and it may be wrong. I don't care. I have a few of these for different celebs and characters I write for so look out for others. I've titled this the "A Little Fun With--- Series". Everything is standalone and each addition will be headlining someone new.

Note II: Stop by, tell me what you think. Is there a topic/category you would like me to add? I have a pretty big list already but lemme know I'm curious.

As always, thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!❤❤

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Sensitivity?

His body isn’t all that sensitive as a whole but there are definitely parts that are.

For instance, his ears are one of his erogenous zones that will begin getting him in the mood.

His neck is also pretty sensitive to little nips of the teeth and sucking.

However when you touch his legs that really gets him going especially rubbing his thigh slowly. Doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is, he is ready to pounce on you.

So of course it’s something you take advantage of every single opportunity you get.

At home watching movies for the night of course your hand misses the popcorn bowl resting on both your thighs and you lay your hand atop his knee. He is focused on the movie, but that Sagittarius brain can focus on a few things at a time and your hand on his knee is one of them.

You’ll keep it there for a few moments to avoid suspicion and just when you think he’s not expecting it you will slide your hand higher along his thigh taking in the lean and tight muscles there.

No matter how interesting the movie is, you have his full attention now and you being the master of seduction know just what to do with said attention.

When you’re with him as his date to the BAFTAs and you’re seated next to him with him paying close attention to the presenters and winners trying to absorb everything he can, again he is a Sag, you place your hand gently on the middle of his thigh. It automatically flexes as he’s so attuned to your touch.

He’ll return the favor and place a strong possessive hand on your thigh under the table making sure his long slender fingers grip your fleshy inner thigh.

You will then inch your hand higher and higher until you feel his eyes beaming a hole into the side of your head because he’s caught on to your plan.

“Be careful, darling, I am not so British that I won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom to have my way with you.” That is his only warning as he squeezes your thigh letting you know he means every word.

Yeah, our cutie is sensitive alright.

Favorite Part Of You?

Oh boy, he is a sucker for your gorgeous face in whatever form you put it.

Little to no makeup? Loves it. He’ll always be leaning into you to whisper in your ear; “You’re so gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

Face beat to perfection? He’s completely heart eyes and refuses to not touch you while out together. Though he is not obsessively possessive, he does like to stake his claim.

If you get too much male attention it doesn’t make him insecure though. He’s pretty secure in the fact that he knows you’re his.

Alfie is also a sucker for a great pair of legs. They don’t have to be long and lean. He just loves nice legs.

Moisturized, glistening, slim, doesn’t matter. However, he thoroughly believes thick thighs save lives.

Just as you know thigh touching turns him on and will do it just for the fuck of it, he will grab your thighs or feel on your legs just for the fuck of it too.

You could be out together in broad daylight in the middle of the park having a picnic and he’ll grab you by your thighs and pull you to him keeping his large hands on them. It’s his world.

Sitting taking a coffee or hot chocolate break while shopping in winter? Your thighs are the best spot for his hands to warm up and he’ll often push them through your crossed legs not caring who sees it.

Hips. Good heavens. The number of times his hands will grip your hips says more about him than you. He loves a set of great hips. He’s practically obsessed.

 You will often watch as his eyes are glued to your hips when you reveal your lingerie for the night. You’ll peel it off torturously slow just to rile him up and make sure your hips are the very last thing you reveal.

“Bloody hell, love. I’m so hard for you. C’mere.” His voice is deep, accent thick, eyes hooded, and mouth half open.

His hands are on your hips before you even take two steps toward him.

The next morning, you wake up with plenty of marks along your thighs and hips, all his tokens of absolute loyalty to you.

This is a man who knows what he likes and takes it without fear. Sag is the Ram after all.

Bottom Or Top?

Depends on what his mood calls for. There are times when he loves and cannot say no to you on top so he can not only sit back and enjoy the sensations but also enjoy the show. Remember Sag is like a sponge they can soak multiple things up at once.

These times he finds himself getting lost in the roll of your body as you rock back and forth on him. He’s been known to get so enthralled with watching you that his pleasure increases tenfold and inevitably he cums sooner than expected.

Don’t fret that doesn’t mean he’s done though. Multiple rounds are a common thing in your house and because you know what buttons to push when you’re on top you like to see how long he’ll last.

“It’s all fun and games until 9 months from now you’re holding someone with my eyes, pretty girl.”

He thinks that’s a threat to you, but it only makes you more brazen and when you get wild like that it only fuels him to be freakier.

A lot of times Alfie likes to be on top, it doesn’t matter the particular position at all. If he’s on top, he’s plowing you raw no in between.

On top with you on your back? Fuck yes, he loves to watch the faces you make as he fills you to the hilt. He particularly loves it when your eyes roll to the back of your head in different directions.

On top with you on your knees? Say less. Backshots give him the chance to grip as tight as he wants to those hips of yours while watching your ass wave with each and every thrust.

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, I can tell by how she squeezes me, love.”

Mans is just super obsessed with every inch of you.

Self-Lovin or No Self Lovin?

When you’re away or he’s away, Alfie is pretty restrained and able to push off the need for physical gratification for a good length of time. He’ll distract himself with other things like work, or reading, exploring, and things of that sort.

Before you he’d been known to go months and months without needing to hook up with anyone, and maybe 2 months without needing to jerk off. Since you, it’s a slightly different story.

If either of you are out of town it’s a nightly occurrence while you’re on video call with one another. It’s never planned or anything, it just always happens because he sees you, hears your voice and he wants you.

In the middle of him asking you about your day and you giving a detailed rundown you’ll notice his hand disappear and when you bring it to his attention he’ll give you that amazing double cheek dimpled grin that screams shy innocent schoolboy who’s just been caught doing something naughty.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t even realize it. I was just listening to your voice, and I wanted you.”

“My voice? So you don’t even need to see any skin anymore?”

Hearing the tease in your voice he’ll begin openly stroking himself drawing your eyes to the motions of his large hand.

“Damn, I wish it was your hand.”

Seeing how tightly he’s gripping himself you take it as your cue to tempt him further. You’ll lower your robe so he sees your bare breasts then cup them so he can imagine his cock right between them.

"Fucking—so beautiful, love.”

It doesn’t take him long from there. His pants and whimpers fill the room as his hand jerks his cock faster and faster. You watch him come undone shooting stream after stream onto his bare abdomen.

If you’re together the only time he is jerking off is if you’re not feeling well enough to please him and if that happens he’ll go to take a shower, come back, and be back in control.

Again, a Sag through and through.

Quick Release or Duracell Battery?

Neither and both, if that makes sense. Remember how he is completely at your disposal because he’s so head over heels? You are his weakness so some nights and some positions he’s done in fifteen minutes but will re-up for round 2 of 10. Better believe that those 15 minutes will leave you hoarse and breathless though.

Alfie taps your ass as your face is down in the pillow still trying to catch your breath. “Come back here.”

“Wait baby, I need a minute.”

“You had two. I’m sure you have at least 4 more in you.” He’s tapping your ass again before he manually rises your hips bringing your ass up to him. Your face remains in the pillow.

“Mmm, such a gorgeous bum!” Alfie drops a heavy hand across it making you whimper and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t whimper love, I’ll give you what you want.”

Seconds later you’re feeling his lips between your legs bringing you back to life and just like that the start bell has rung for round 2.

Usually, you’re the one tapping out long before he’s fully satiated.

Lingerie or Costumes?

Oh, Alfie is all about the lingerie.

He thinks is versatile and can even serve as a costume.

He loves to just watch you walk around the house in loungewear that looks like lingerie. It’s become so normal that you don’t notice the way he watches you, but he notices you every time you are wearing something he likes.

So what does he like? It depends. If you’re lounging around the house he prefers sweet and innocent things with hints of sexiness.

Lace and frill usually always get his attention. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and Sags always using all their senses.

You’ll be cooking dinner in a cute but sexy matching two-piece set that is see-through showing him hints and peeks of your luscious skin and he’ll forget about whatever he’s doing and do it in the kitchen while you cook. He’s not there to keep you company, he’s there to be a perv and watch you lean over, bend over, squat down, reach high, and get splashes of water on yourself.

He thinks you don’t know but you do. Hello, no one needs to bend over to their toes to look inside the dishwasher every 5 or so minutes. No one.

If it’s a night of fun he likes things a lot sexier and more sensual.

Is it tight and fitted across your body? Good.

Does it showcase your killer curves and amazing assets? Thank heavens.

Is it in his favorite color or turquoise? Yes, please.

Is it strappy or has multiple pieces? Send—help!

The second he sees you in any of these you know he’ll control himself until the very last moment but be tortured the entire time.

He likes to watch your body move in it, likes to see you bend over for him. He’s known to snap straps against your skin because he likes the sound it makes.

For Alfie, lingerie is like an hors ‘d oeu vres before the appetizer and he loves to take part.

Quiet or Moaner?

This man is a moan stifler. He wants you to know how good you’re making him feel but in the same breath, he doesn’t want you to know because he knows you’ll just take the opportunity to go berserk on him.

Alfie will moan, pant, whisper your name and even grunt out explicatives letting his accent come through sporadically. Usually, he chooses other ways to let you know that you’re fucking him good.

His hands will roam and grip you never staying in one place too long.

The tighter his grip the more your kitty kat has him at dangerous levels of losing his shit.

However, he can try to remain as tight-lipped as he wants because when you hear him suck in a breath as if he’s just touched a hot pot and feels the instant pain you know you have him.

The sound is his tell and you’ve never told him that you know it.

You’re bouncing on top of him, back and body arched backward, hands planted just atop his knees with your head held back enjoying every sensation of his long shaft hitting you right where you want it.

When you begin grinding your hips that’s when you hear it; the sound is followed by a guttural but half-stifled groan. A mischievous smirk spreads your face as you up the ante and clench around him. That’s when you hear his whimper. The whimper of a man who has just let it slip that he’s begging you for mercy.

However, there is no mercy here. You won’t be satisfied until he’s shouting your name. It doesn’t take long before you finally hear it.

“Aah, yes, yes, baby, yes Y/N.” Each word is slightly higher pitched than the last. Alfie moans ending on a whimper as you milk him dry.

Try as he may, quiet is not an option with you.

Eater or Naw? Eating Style?

Wow, wow, wow! First of all, Sag loves oral pleasure. Receiving! Giving! He loves it and is in it to win it until you scream from it! And scream from it you do—on a daily.

Alfie loves to torture you with it too. He loves to go excruciatingly slow as if he is repainting the Mona Lisa with his tongue on your kat.

Eating you is no quick affair for him. It is not a spread, lick and done. It is an event, thee entire meal and adventure and he treats it like your pleasure is the most important thing to him. Bless his heart.

He’ll torture you with teasing licks, kisses, and nibbles across your inner thighs (the ones he loves so much).

Then he’ll pepper kisses across your cunt being sure to tell you just what he thinks of it.

“Such a pretty little cunt you have love.”

When he starts to use his tongue you’re soaking wet and shaking from anticipation. Just the way he likes you.

He doesn’t go for your clit like you want he traces your lips then frustrates you when he kisses your inner thighs again.

“For fuck’s sake put your lips on my pussy, now!”

Of course, he loves when you go feral, but he isn’t a cruel man. Once you’ve reached that point he shows some mercy and gives you what you want.

However, once you’ve cum all over his mouth he doesn’t stop. It’s his mission to make you cum again and again and get you to the point where you are begging him to fuck you from how sensitive you are.

His response to how much of a mess he’s made you?

“All you had to do was ask, love.”

The man gets a gold medal and an A in the sport.

Any Kinks?

DTF. DTF. DTF. Simply put? The man is down to fuck and explore any kink once. He is a man who likes to read, research and believes you never stop learning and likes to be well-rounded.

Don’t let his innocent face fool you. He can get into some wild stuff given the chance and the right partner. He believes pleasure is a good thing and everyone deserves it.

Since he is spontaneous his kinks can come out of nowhere.

You’re sitting in the park late at night enjoying the skyline view and he’s directing your hand to his crotch.

You’ll protest from shock of course. “We’re in the open.”

“So. No one is even here. Sit on my lap.”

You’ll look next to you a few feet away and see another couple sitting just like you watching the skyline. You’re thinking either he’s blind or insane. That’s when he’ll whisper in your ear.

“I want to make you cum right here, right now.”

You are wide-eyed and unsure of what has come over him. You try to convince him that they’ll hear you if he does that. His slow wicked smirk comes next.

“I know princess. I want them to hear you and know what we’re doing. I want them to know how well I’m fucking you. Now sit on my lap.”

Impossibly possible he’s made you soaking wet just from that sentence alone and sure enough in no time at all he’s making you cum as you screech his name through your clenched jaws and he’s staring right at the couple who has given you their undivided attention.

The man has no shame.

It’s a common practice for Alfie to whip out the cuffs or the rope to tie you to something because he loves being in control and seeing you tied up unable to move while he has free rein over your body and every aspect of your pleasure makes him harder than fire blown glass.

The night he surprised you with a brand-new sex swing was an unforgettable night that left you voiceless for two days.

Then the night he sat back and watched another man shamelessly flirt with you also was in your top unforgettable nights. It ended up with him pulling you into a dark corner and fucking you up against a wall with his hand around your throat. It was the night you realized your kinks aligned.

You went home and played around with a dom and sub scenario that even included him playing the sub once.

His freak flag flies high as well as his kink flag.

Where Does He Put It?

Since the 2nd-ish month of your relationship, you haven’t worn any condoms.

After you’d both been honest with each other about your pasts, been vulnerable with one another to declare your true intentions with one another, and gotten tested then there was really no reason in either of your minds.

You’d always been on BC for better menstrual management and that was now your primary means of protection.

So, Alfie is usually always finishing right where he likes—inside of you.

The first time he did it with your permission you noticed how much he’d cum. Then you noticed how mesmerized he was by it.

He was transfixed with thrusting in and out of you slowly to see his seed slowly seep out as he withdrew.

“Shiiit, that’s so hot.”

He’d continue dipping in and out of you while watching your combined fluids interact.

When he changed up and slammed into you and his cum dribbled out of you he would groan.

“Fuck, you look so good with me dripping out of you, love.”

The moment you realized he had some kink and was probably into cum play was when he pulled out and used his well-lubricated cock to flick across your swollen bud while painting himself all over your mound.

“It’s all mine. I marked it!”

How creative, right?

Piercings/Tats?

The only piercing he has is a small nose one from his younger years.

That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have gotten more if he wasn’t an actor.

You’ve openly discussed something small that the two of you could tattoo as a symbol of your love and loyalty to one another plenty of times and he is the one who shows more and more interest with every conversation.

“Would you put my name—right—there?”

Alfie is kneeling between your thighs with one of your legs arched atop his shoulder and the other relaxed back on the mattress. You are bare for his eyes. It’s a question that comes out of nowhere just as the ‘thwack’ of his long cock on top of your pubis comes out of nowhere.

“Why, you want to tag me up?”

Alfie’s smile is wide. He thrusts his hips forward and back in a slow motion that sends his shaft rubbing against your clit. “Hm, wanna see your name across this pussy, baby?”

That smile only gets wider and more dangerous and again out of nowhere he connects your bodies in one powerful buck of his hips. The stroke sends your head back into the pillow as you press your palm to his defined abs.

“Shit baby. Mmm!”

You quickly get lost in the pleasure he’s giving you and long moments pass before your eyes meet his again. You drop your hand and wrap it around his shift squeezing.

Alfie’s groan is strained but his thrusts remain relentless. Tightening your grip, your hand serves a similar purpose to a cock ring and the increased sensations make his hips stagger.

“You gonna put my name on this long dick babe? Gonna let me tag you up so it’s obvious that you have no future without me?”

A literal growl slips from his lips and in seconds he’s pressed your thighs wide and to the mattress. Beast mode initiated.

Yeah, tattoos could be fun.

Post-Coital Cuddler or Knocked Out?

Definitely into post-sex cuddles.

The usual positioning is you colliding into his side and laying your head on his shoulder.

He’ll instinctively wrap his arms around you cocooning you in his embrace.

It’s a good position because within minutes if the two of you are totally spent you’re fast asleep.

If not it leads to some silly post-sex teasing.

“Tell me again who was whimpering my name telling me to slow down?”

His Sag confidence is always coming out.

“I guess I learned how to whimper from the king of whimpering. Who is it that whimpers the most when they’re inside me?”

The teasing is fun and usually leads to another round where you’re silly together and laugh the entire time.

If on rare occasions there Alfie does knock out it’s when you’re on top and in your ‘finish him’ mood and show the fuck off. Those are the times you drain him ruthlessly without giving him any chance of recovery.

“Y/N, wait. Hang on.”

You’ll put his hands on your hips. “You can hang on to these 'cause I’m not stopping.”

The way he arches back and squeezes your hip you know he’s overstimulated. Still, you continue grinding your hips on him.

Even when you see the veins in his neck pop out you continue. It doesn’t take him long to rise to the occasion again.

After, in under 5 minutes he’ll be knocked out. It always leaves you proud as hell repeating Nicki Minaj’s lyrics. “Pussy put his ass to sleep now he callin’ me Nyquil.”

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[pichlive]

Main

Hello! I'm Pichu/Peaches.

This is my liveblog-- currently liveblogging Lily's Well.

The way this will operate is I'll mainly focus on one media at a time-- if I want to explore said media more, or finish up extra content, I'll be putting those on separate blogs dedicated to said media. I'll still be using the tags I used here though.

I'll also review things once I've finished them, and give my final thoughts on them-- or at least as they're finished so far. Some stuff I'll play on here will be technically incomplete.

I'm always happy for suggestions! Just be patient. It can take me some time to get through stuff. Some things because of the category they're in or length may go onto a different blog-- more on that below.

My policy on any content that could be spoilery for a tag is that I'll put it behind a read more, and then after a month or so, it'll be unspoiled-- if it needs more time behind a read more, please tell me!

My tastes on this blog will vary a huge amount, and thus, i cannot guarantee that everything will be sfw (anything too nsfw/nsft will be warned and behind a readmore). Minors can follow, but at your own discretion.

I'm also going to say that if you don't like something that I'm liveblogging, that you either filter that particular tag or block the blog in general. Otherwise, for the most part, I'm not down to be bullied or lectured about for what I'm playing on here. There may be some exceptions here and there, but they're more likely to be very circumstantial (ergo-- more likely to be more indie projects wherein the creator is doing something extremely harmful and I feel like my liveblogging is spreading their influence further-- but again, extremely niche situation).

No strict DNI, will block if needed. Bigots blocked on sight.

Some content is segmented into different blogs-- usually because the length of said content would make it very hard to focus on other things on this blog, or because I just find that other blogs make it easier for me to focus on other content I'm also curious about.

They are as follows:

Archie Sonic

One Piece

Ultrakill

Slay the Princess

Undertale Yellow (other than True Pacifist)

Webcomics

My tags are also as follows:

#pichlive is my general tag

My liveblogging tag for things will be #pichlive [name of media]-- if you want to filter out my content in the media tag, just blacklist that if you don't wish to block.

#pichlive answers is for answering asks

#pichtalk is, for, well, general talking

#pichreview is for whenever i review content, typically after i've finally finished it/done a general playthrough or whatever or whatever.

#pichstop is for any mid-reviews of what i've done so far of the media i'm consuming.

#reblog

more will be added as needed.

Current To-live-blog list:

immortality

in stars and time

romance the backrooms

amanda's adventure 2

I cannot Drown

Lost Cartridge: Cold Read

penthos

shipwrecked 64

Catboi game series

dialtown

hi-fi rush

caligula effect: overdose

caligula effect 2

I Was A Teenage Exocolonist

my friendly neighborhood

ghost trick

needy streamer overload

Milk outside of a bag of milk outside of a bag of milk

Oxenfree 2

chants of sennar

Ddlc +

Scarlet Hallow

Mecha-Ude: Mechanical Arms

spec ops: the line

utena

american arcadia

pizza tower

f is for family

Infinity Train

Amphibia

Mob psycho 100

bastion

Will add as I find even more stuff I wanna experience

[potatopossums]

partnered aro here.

i have been having some thoughts about what it's like to be in a relationship, even if it's difficult to label what type of relationship it is (romantic, queerplatonic, alterous, etc.). I've also been having some thoughts about my queer identity in regards to how my aromanticism affects my lesbianism and vice versa, and their relationship to gender. it's probably worth a larger post, but if anyone is curious or has comments to add about their experiences, please feel free to ask/comment/reblog/direct message.

incompletely, things I've learned so far whilst in a partnership:

Sex is cool to think about but not so much fun in practice..... irl, it can be absolutely fabulous; it can also be alright; it can also be a little boring and uncomfortable. the best part is, i don't have to do it if i don't feel like it. that's pretty cool. who cares if my medication is lowering my libido (and who cares if my meds aren't the problem, and I'm just a sex-favorable/neutral ace).

Sex usually consists of me pleasuring my partner and jerking myself off afterward, and I'm okay with that...... it's not always one-sided giving (and if you honestly think that giving to your partner is one-sided by default, as if you're suffering through the giving and waiting painfully for your turn, you really need to reevaluate how you're doing sex, because I'm sitting there enjoying watching my partner, exploring her body, listening to her breathing, reacting to her movements, and all of that is very enjoyable for me while I'm giving. orgasm is not the end all be all of sex). plus, i don't tend to receive orgasms because i have vaginismus, which doesn't allow others to penetrate me. i can penetrate myself and achieve orgasm when I'm controlling everything, but it is uncomfortable and painful still for others to control penetration, which is required for my orgasm. that said, i also receive external, non-penetrative touch and stimulation (such as receiving head: wowie 😵‍💫🥵). for where i am, I'm comfortable with things, and that's great.

Sex with myself is so good..... my brain has always been really good at thinking up fun scenarios that excite and turn me on. i know exactly what images push me to orgasm. i like orgasming. thanks to my medications, the orgasms aren't as strong, but i know what time of day to masturbate so that i actually can orgasm. i don't always masturbate nowadays, but when I do, it's a really lovely self care moment, and i wish masturbation was talked about that way more often. it's not for everyone, but I've definitely heard masturbation referred to as anything from "something lonely, loser singles do" to "not nearly as good as being with someone" and i honestly beg to differ on both of those. masturbating is not an indicator of loneliness or inadequacy, and it's not some second-rate pleasure in comparison to sex with a partner. masturbation is its own action, its own thing, and it has no moral or status implications. i love doing it, and i always have, and i love doing it alone.

I get the most out of sex when it's framed as a sensual experience, rather than a sexual one..... like ok, I'm not the best at figuring out the difference between sexual versus sensual, but I'm mostly interested in what feels good. if the only thing that separates them is genital touch or sexual arousal, then fine. but sometimes non-sexual touch arouses me sexually! so, in my mind, what is the point of separating them, i ask! if sex feels good, then it was a good sensual experience. if you're not paying attention to how things feel regarding your five (5) senses during sex, I'm not sure what else you're paying attention to? i mean, no shade to paying attention to other things that don't fit in the senses category, and no shame to people who categorize these experiences differently. those experiences and perspectives are valuable and wonderful! for me, it's just all sensual, even if it's sexual too. sexual gratification, for me, is in a sensual category (and also a mental one, but usually my mental additions to sexual experiences are visual in nature, such as picturing a scene/location or a fictional character).

this is all i have for now, but if i think of more things, I'll reblog and add more to this list.

as always, i welcome discussion on these topics, as it is so important for our community to share and connect over similar and differing experiences! celebrating these things about ourselves is essential to our pride, and we deserve to be ourselves fully and openly.

[mousetrap-if]

Mousetrap is now live on itch.io!

Well folks, it happened. Mousetrap was submitted last night to @interact-if's 2022 ranked game jam and is available to play on itch.io. The game is still a work in progress and, at this point, only a demo for the full story. Hope you enjoy it!

Click Here to Play

You're one of the many overworked interns working at Whimsey World. When it was announced that Imogen, a category three hurricane, would soon hit Orlando, Florida, your employers asked for volunteers to remain in the parks during the storm, promising triple pay for at least 24 hours. You and your friend seized the opportunity. After all, Whimsey wouldn't ask its cast members to stay behind if it was potentially dangerous.

That's what you assumed before you were knocked unconscious. Before you woke up in a costume chained to your friend and three strangers. Before Dickey the Rat informed you and your "team" that you get $250,000 for each person you kill. Before the neurotoxins pumping through the park's air system began to loosen your grip on reality. Before nightmares and the real world bled into a horrifying, broken fantasy you can't wake up from.

If you survive the storm (and the things lurking within it), you'll win riches beyond your wildest dreams. But how far are you willing to go? How committed are you to pleasing your guests and satisfying your spectators? The Show will go on. It will always go on. But what role will you play in it?

Twine Word Count: 53,625 with code (maybe like 48-50k without? idk, I write with code so I don't know how to estimate that)

Average Playthrough: 30 minutes (around 12-15k words)

And, is the game finished? Oh, no! Definitely not. This is far from the full story or the finished product (there are literally debug links that I forgot to take out in the very first passage).

Lots of content and features will be coming out in the near future alongside the patching that needs to take place. Details below.

The next update will hopefully be on March 5th (though I'm a university student dealing with midterms so that may change). Further updates will be announced on the Mousetrap blog (linked here).

Truly, from the bottom of my heart. I greatly appreciate all of the interest, support, and feedback that I've received on this project and others. If you're enjoying Mousetrap so far, please consider rating the game or leaving a comment on itch.io, reblogging this post, or sharing the game with a friend (or enemy, coworker, acquaintance, pet, stranger, distant cousin, really anyone/thing who you think might like it).

To read about some of my other projects, check out my personal game dev blog @gamesbyalbie or my project-specific blogs like @hadeskitchen or @zorlok-if.

(PS: The original extremely sleep-deprived version of this post has been preserved under the cut for posterity's sake)

Have a Magical Day!

DEMO | BLOG | INTRO POST | DEV LOG | CAST PROFILES & PORTRAITS | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST: MAIN, COSTUMES, SETS

ORIGINAL POST:

Well, I'm mentally and physically exhausted (literally falling asleep as I'm writing this so, this may be a little loopy too). BUT, Mousetrap was submitted to the game jam and is now live on the Itch.io store.

This is not the finished game (like there are debug links on the very first passage that I forgot to turn off, but I'll be updating this with plenty of fixes and a lot more content as soon as I'm allowed to).

Total word count (with code since I write with code) is over 53k words. Average playtime is about a half hour. For a game that I've conceived and written in just one already busy month, I'm pretty happy with that. (except for the debug links, those are bugging the shit out of me)

BONUS - in case you wanted to know what stress looks like:

Also, color me curious, if you want to and have the time to do so, let me know what choices you made (dream, relationships, role, route, etc.).

Tomorrow I'll be returning to Tumblr and catching up on everything I've missed. Have a great [insert your time here]! I'm falling asleep

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( ^ imagine that was my head hitting the keyboard, that's what it feels like I'm about to do)

Okay, I'm going to sleep.

[jerzwriter]

Delaying the Inevitable - Chapter 15- Tea & Empathy (Re-Post)

Book: Open Heart 3 (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Chapter: Teen

Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter: Tobias continues to offer Casey support after her break-up; Ethan confronts Tobias, and Tobias confronts Floria; Naveen learns the truth; Casey fills her friends in.

Category: Extended Series (WIP)

Warnings: Angst, loss, heartbreak, language

A/N: Sorry to tag you all again - I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post 😭😭😭😭. So I wanted to make sure anyone who hadn't read it was tagged. I lost all your wonderful comments and reposts - which I love - so I'm bummed- but shit happens I guess. :(

A/N 1:Hey readers! Everyone OK? I know I’ve been putting you through the ringer, so thank you for sticking it out. Casey is still nursing a broken heart (you don’t get over something like that overnight) so there is still some sadness ahead, but it will be something to watch her come back to life. Stay tuned.

A/N 2: Ethan is in this chapter, but it is more focused on Casey and also on Tobias’s perspective. I’m curious to see where everyone stands now. Team Ethan, Team Tobias, or Team let David Gandy find this poor girl and whisk her away? 😊

A/N3: Even though this entire chapter covers just one day, it is LONG. I’m sorry! Though I know some of you are a-ok with it. Keep your comments and feedback coming. I am loving some of the DM’s that turn into the greatest conversations! Thanks for your support you guys are THE BEST.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

If you wish to be added or removed from tags, please let me know. Comments and reblogs always appreciated. 😊

Casey woke up on her stomach, enveloped by an unfamiliar plush, white comforter and a sea of luxurious pillows. Without moving, she rolled her eyes around to take in her surroundings. That’s when she experienced the moment. Anyone who has suffered a serious loss knows the moment. During a time where sleep is the only escape from a painful reality, there is one brief, blissful moment upon waking when your mind is not confident that the loss was real. For a nanosecond, it feels as if it were all a nightmare and there is an overwhelming sense of relief. But the harsh truth always follows, causing the world to come crumbling down all over again. Limbs turn to lead, the brain sees no reason to rise, and the heart sears a hole within the chest. Casey just experienced the moment.

She didn’t move. She felt like she couldn't move. She peered at the clock on the nightstand: 8:00 AM. Tobias was supposed to wake her before he left. It wasn’t like him to break his word. He probably thought I needed more sleep. He wouldn’t be incorrect, she certainly did; but the thought of waking up alone to an empty apartment she was only vaguely familiar with was too much for her to bear today. She buried her face into the mattress, afraid to even lift her head. I don’t have the strength for this.

Fifteen minutes passed and Casey had not moved an inch when she was startled by a knock on the door. She was frightened at first. Tobias’s shift began at 7:00 today, so who could this be?

“Who is it?” she yelled as she reluctantly rolled over.

“It’s me,” Tobias’s voice bellowed back.

“Oh, Tobias, come in.”

Tobias opened the door to his guest room. There she was, all but lost in the down comforter billowed around her, with an absolutely adorable case of bedhead, and his entirely too big t-shirt draped over her body. If the vacant look on her face hadn't completely broken his heart, this would have been the closest thing to perfection that he had ever seen. In fact, it still was.

“Good morning, Case. How are you doing?” he said, his voice a whisper.

She shrugged gently, “I thought you left without waking me.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, careful to keep a respectable distance.

“Casey, I would never break a promise to you. I thought you should get a little more sleep, and I wanted to spend some time with you before I head out, so I notified the hospital that I'd be in late today.”

Casey smiled. Though she felt like absolute hell, it was also a blessing to have Tobias as a friend. He could not have been more kind or supportive, and she desperately needed both of those things right now.

“That’s so nice of you, T. You didn’t have to do that….”

“I don’t have to do anything but die and pay taxes, Sweetheart. I wanted to. Did you sleep at all?”

“Thanks to the Tylenol PM you left for me, yes, I managed to get a little.”

“Some is better than none.” He gently put his hand on her arm, “Case, you’re trembling.”

“I guess I am. When I woke up, for a moment, I thought that maybe it was… never mind, it’s real. It all happened. Then I thought you were gone, and I would have to face the morning alone and….”

“I’m here, Casey. You’re not alone.”

She squeezed his hand and smiled.

“I’m going to make you breakfast. What would you like?”

“Oh, I’ll just get some cereal in the….”

“Let me repeat that. I’m going to make you breakfast. What would you like?”

“Eggs? Scrambled?”

“You got it. Toast?”

“Sure?”

“Whole grain, white?”

Casey laughed and that made Tobias warm up inside. He got her to laugh, now.

"Tobias, did you wait tables to get through med school by any chance?”

“No, I didn’t. Now, type of toast, please?”

“Whole grain.”

“OK, so scrambled eggs, whole-grain toast, a side of home fries, and some bacon coming up? Does that sound good?”

“It sounds like too much for you to do before heading to work.”

He ignored her. “Would you like to eat in the kitchen, or should I bring a tray to you in here.”

“I’ll come out.”

“I think that’s a good idea. I washed your clothes; I’ll bring them in so you can change.”

“Tobias, I really can’t thank you….”

“What did I tell you last night?”

“Thank you when you’ve done something worth thanking you for. But Tobias, you have, you are. I don’t know how I would have gotten through last night without you, and I am never going to forget this.”

Tobias smiled softly, “I'm instituting a no thank you rule. Casey, you're going through hell right now and you need to know that there is nothing I wouldn't do to help you through it. You're not alone, and you don't have to keep thanking me.”

Casey scooched over and threw her arms around Tobias. At first, he held his own arms out, a few inches away from her body, but then he gingerly placed them on her, fully accepting her embrace. He was conscious of the fact that he was sitting in a bed, embracing the woman he loved as she wore his t-shirt; and he was doing everything in his power to refrain from even the thought of impropriety because… because he loved her.

His visceral reaction was to protect her, and protecting her included never taking advantage of her. It wasn’t going to happen. Yet, he couldn’t deny how incredible this feeling was because, until now, it was something that only existed in his dreams.

He was the first to pull back.

“Let me get to breakfast before it gets too late.”

“Sure,” she grinned, “I’ll get changed.”

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Casey got dressed and put her hair in a messy bun before heading to the kitchen. She didn’t feel good, but she didn’t feel terrible, and that terrified her. She remembered how she felt after she survived the assassination attempt. Extreme emotions came in waves. The sense of calm she felt now would inevitably turn into raging despair again without a moment's notice. She was scared as hell of being alone when it happened, but there really was no other choice, she'd have to face it.

When she walked to the kitchen, Tobias had her breakfast, orange juice, and a cup of tea, just the way she liked it, waiting for her.

“You’re spoiling me. I feel like I’m in a 5-star hotel! When I find whatever closet I will be moving into, it’s going to be culture shock!”

Tobias chuckled, “Well, luckily for you, there will be no need to move into a closet. Don’t worry about where you’re going for now. You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. You’ve got enough on your mind, so let me ease it a bit for you. You will never be on the street, and you’re not going to end up in some shithole. Until you can get properly situated, you are more than welcome to stay here.”

“Am I allowed to say thank you to that, T. Because I think that’s thank-you worthy?”

He picked a clean dishrag up and playfully tossed it at her. “Enough.”

Casey smiled and continued eating. “When will you be heading in?”

He looked at his watch, “Probably in about 20 minutes. Are you sure you’re OK to be alone here? If not, I have no problem calling out.”

“No, no, Tobias. I will be… well, maybe not fine, but I’ll make it through. I have to l, right?”

Tobias reached over the table and touched gently touched her hand, “Yes, you do. I am proud of you, you're facing this with such bravery. But it’s day one, and there is no shame in saying you need someone to be with you today.”

“I know. And I am frightened, and I can pretty much guarantee you that I will end up burying my face into a pillow and screaming several times today. But I think I'll be OK."

“Well, I can be home from the hospital in 10 minutes and I'm just a phone call away. If you need me, you call.”

“I know, T.”

“Now, I don’t want to push you, but have you given any thought to telling your friends? I just want you to have everyone at your disposal if you should need help.”

“It’s just that… I’m so ashamed, Tobias.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sweetheart. And you know they’ll feel the same way.”

“Can they come here?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

“And you’ll stay with me when I tell them?”

“What part of whatever you need aren’t you getting?” he said with a grin.

“Now, how do I ask them to come here without raising suspicion.”

“Easy, you let me take care of it. Is 8:00 good?”

“Yes.”

“Consider it done. Now, I’m heading out but, remember if you need something and don’t call me, I’m gonna be pissed….”

“I promise,” she said, extending her pinky. He smiled as his pinky met hers.

“I haven’t made a pinky swear in a good 30-years, but it works. I’ll see you later, Kid.”

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Ethan slumped his head over the steering wheel after he parked his car. In a way, he was grateful that Casey had decided to call out today. It was going to be difficult to find a new rhythm and establish a working relationship again.

With everything so raw, a reprieve was not the worst idea. He looked at the passenger seat and his chest tightened. He did this to try to stop the hurt, not make it worse. But all he could see was Casey sitting there, smiling at him, leaning over to give him one last kiss before going inside. A trip to the Amazon didn’t seem like such a bad idea right now.

He felt a little better once he was inside. This is the one place he felt like he still had some control. Most people feared him, and the scowl upon his face today pretty much assured him no one would dare cross his path. Not everyone was Casey. From day one she did not give a damn. Everyone else would cower to him, but she stood her own. That was just one of the reasons he found her so attractive... but why was he thinking about that? He needed to stop.

He inserted the key into his office door when he heard Naveen calling him from down the hall.

“Ethan, my boy, do you have a moment?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go to my office.”

“Ethan, I just wanted to make sure everything is OK. How is Casey feeling this morning?”

Ethan looked at him, perplexed. “What, what do you mean?”

“Well, a note was transmitted to me from Kenmore’s ER stating she’s to be out of work for the next three days. I was surprised to see she went to Kenmore and not here. Is everything alright?”

Ethan looked like a dear in the headlights. When Casey asked him not to tell anyone about their break-up, he was relieved. To be honest, he would have been fine just letting everyone assume they were still together indefinitely. He certainly had not prepared for this situation to occur first thing in the morning.

“Well… she… last night… she….”

Naveen knew Ethan too well; he narrowed his eyes and looked at his mentee.

“Ethan, you know better than to be dishonest with me. What is going on?”

Ethan put his elbows on his knees and stared at the floor below him.

“The truth of the matter is… that Casey and I broke up yesterday.”

Naveen’s eyes went wide and he let out a gasp.

“Ethan… I can’t believe… are, are you ok?”

“Yes,” he swallowed, “I’ll be fine.”

“My boy, I’m so… you must be devastated. Did she give you a reason? You appeared to be so happy.”

Ethan exhaled and braced for the impact. “She didn’t leave me, Naveen. I broke up with her.”

A look of bewilderment rested on Naveen’s face, and he was temporarily rendered speechless.

“Ethan. Wasn’t she moving in with you, tomorrow?”

“Yes. That had been the plan.”

“And where is she now?”

“I… I don’t know. She won’t share that information with me.”

Naveen got up and walked to the window. “Ethan, I know you love her. I have never seen you so happy. What on earth possessed you to leave her?”

“It’s for the best, Naveen, for both of us.”

“Ethan, what are you talking about?”

“Naveen, you know better than anyone. I never wanted that life... serious commitment, possibly marriage... children, I never wanted it… but I let myself get weak. I love Casey, and I knew she wanted that, so I allowed myself to believe I could change in order to be with her. It was a mistake.”

Naveen raised his voice when he spoke. “A mistake? Casey... and you… that was not a mistake. What on earth transpired to….”

He trailed off as the realization came to him.

“Oh…Ethan. This is because of Louise. You’re putting up those protective walls again, because of Louise.”

“I’m doing what I need to do to be happy, Naveen."

"Happy?"

"I was content with my life before. I knew my limits. If Louise had come back then, I would not have given her the time of day. But here I am. I'm meant to be alone, Naveen. Don't think I'm all that different from Louise. I can't have people too close, it's not good for me, and it's not good for them."

"Ethan, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not meant to live that life, Naveen. It would only be a matter of time before I needed to escape. It's better that it happened now. She’s young, she’s beautiful, and she deserves the life she’s dreamed of, one she'll never get with me. It’s better this way. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Yes. I’m sure she isn't hurting at all today. That's why a young woman I had to beg to take more than a week off after she nearly died is going to miss three days of work. I'm sure she is overjoyed today. Ethan, do you love her?”

“Yes. But love isn’t enough.”

Naveen silently returned to his chair and ripped a page from his memo pad. He lifted his fountain pen and scribbled on it before handing it to Ethan.

“I am familiar with each of them. They are the best psychotherapists in Massachusetts. Only one is affiliated with Edenbrook, so if you wish to go elsewhere, you can. Call Casey today. Call her now and explain what is going on. Beg her for her forgiveness. Then make your appointment. Go alone, go together, but fix this, Ethan.”

Ethan looked at the slip of paper before placing it back on Naveen’s desk.

“I appreciate your concern. But I think it is time that you start to understand that I know what is best for me, and….”

“No!” Naveen said forcefully. “Not right now, you absolutely do not know what’s best for you, and as a friend, as your family, I would be remiss if I didn’t point that out. You are suffering from trauma, Ethan, and you should not be making important decisions right now. I am begging you to please reconsider.”

“Naveen, you know how I feel about you. You’re one of the only steadfast sources in my life. But I need you to respect me now. I am not calling Casey. I ended it for a reason, and nothing has changed. Also, if I need counseling, you will be the first person I call, but it's not necessary. Now, I have a team to run, and, apparently, I will be doing so down one person for the next three days. So I am going to take my leave.”

“Have you told Alan?” Naveen asked just as Ethan put his hand on the doorknob.

“No. There is no need . I will tell him when it is necessary, and I ask that you refrain from doing the same.”

Naveen closed his eyes and shook his head. He hoped there would be a way to reach Ethan before it was too late.

____________________

Tobias arrived in the team’s office at 10:00 AM sharp. Harper looked up at him and immediately noticed a shift from his usual demeanor.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just a little tired,” he shot her a smile, “thanks for asking, though.”

She remained unconvinced but nodded in acknowledgment.

Ethan entered the room brusquely and loudly dropped his folders on the table before falling into his seat.

Tobias was tense and shifted in his seat. Harper looked between the two men, it was apparent that something was not right.

“I’m keeping it brief today,” Ethan said gruffly, “Casey will be out for the next three days. I will be reassigning her cases among the three of us today.”

Harper turned her head to Ethan. In their world, no one was ever out for more than a day unless there was a serious issue.

“Three days? Ethan, is Casey ok?”

“She is ill, Harper. Otherwise, a physician wouldn’t put her out for three days.”

Harper looked at Tobias who was looking down at the table with a clenched jaw. Ethan followed Harper's gaze and when Tobias raised his head, he caught both of his co-workers staring at him.

“Yes? Can I help either of you?” He asked, annoyed.

“No. I’m sorry, Tobias. This is just an… unusual morning,” Harper replied.

“Yes, it is. So if we can get the focus back on work. I will be reassigning cases. I have the lightest load now, so I will take over the majority….”

Tobias’s wheels were spinning. If Ethan took over most of Casey’s cases, that would require them to interact even more than normal upon her return. He thought quickly and interrupted Ethan.

“Ethan, you have follow-up reporting to do for the Mayo research this week, and that will eat a lot of your time. My schedule is not that packed, at least not for our line of work. Why don’t you shift the bulk to me?”

Ethan lifted his eyebrows; Harper could feel the tension in the room.

“If you think you can handle it, then, of course, the work is yours. I’ll reassign everything in the system after our meeting.”

Tobias nodded curtly, “Happy to do it.”

The meeting ended and Harper intended to walk out with Tobias to ascertain what was happening, but her plan was quickly thwarted.

“Tobias,” Ethan commanded, “hang back for a moment, I’d like to discuss something with you. Harper, please close the door on your way out."

Harper eyed Tobias who winked at her and gave her a slight smile. “It’s OK,” he mouthed.

Tobias fell back into his chair. “Yes, boss. What can I do for you?”

“You didn’t seem concerned, or surprised, about Casey. I found that unusual.”

Tobias tilted his head. “Well, what reaction were you hoping to elicit from me?”

“You are good friends, no? To be out three days she clearly doesn't have a standard cold; still, you didn’t flinch.”

He is trying to get information out of me. HE has no idea why Casey is out, and he wants me to tell him. Son of a bitch.

“Ethan, considering that you’re here, I think it’s fair to assume it’s not life-threatening.”

“Apparently, she was treated by a doctor at Kenmore. Do you know anything about that?”

Tobias was concerned about Ethan. He knew his friend was hurting, but he did not appreciate the game he was playing with him right now. Tobias leaned back confidently in his chair.

“Ethan, why are you asking me about your girlfriend’s medical treatment? Wouldn’t that fall into your purview more than it does mine?”

Ethan looked at Tobias with a sardonic grin. “Yes, I suppose. Unless of course, she is under the assumption that she might be pregnant. Then clearly you would be her preferred companion. So, I think you can see why I thought you might have information about her that I am not privy to.”

Tobias wanted to take the gloves off. But, for Casey’s sake, he hung tight.

“Ethan, why are you beating that dead horse? Now? What is of importance to me is Casey, and I find it concerning that she is ill and you seem to be unaware of it or even why she was treated. Based on that, is there anything you would like to share with me?”

Ethan turned to his laptop and silently began tapping on the keyboard. After a moment, he turned to Tobias.

“No, there isn't. I transferred Casey’s cases to you. It’s complete in the system now. I suggest you get to work. You’re going to be quite busy the next few days.”

“Trust I will be,” Tobias said as he exited the room.

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Tobias was heated. He needed to come to Casey's aid twice within the past week. Two times he helped her put herself back together, and on both occasions, it was Ethan who broke her. Tobias was not a fool, he knew that last night was a patch-up job at best. The injuries she endured would not heal quickly, and the scars would likely last a lifetime. And he did this to her!

He didn’t even know that she sat weeping on a cold sidewalk. He never saw a stranger standing over her because they knew she was unsafe. A stranger was too concerned to leave her alone in that state, yet he allowed her to walk out of his front door without a care. He didn’t feel the way her trembling reverberated in the back seat during the ride to his home. His home, the place where she was seeking refuge because of the damage Ethan inflicted on her.

Now, he had the audacity to bring up Casey turning to him, as a friend, once before. Right about now, Ethan should be thanking God Casey had him to come to when she was in distress. She didn't end up safely asleep last night because of any of his efforts.

He needed to cool down. There was no way he could be caring for patients in this mindset. He grabbed a coffee in the cafeteria and sat at a table next to the window. He peered outside in an attempt to reset his mind. He pulled out his phone to check in on Casey:

He chuckled. Leave it to her. She was the one in distress, yet, without her knowledge, it took one text to make him laugh and center him. He smiled and stood up, ready to tackle his day, when someone snuck up behind him, literally making him jump.

A woman’s voice chortled, and he turned to see Bryce and Jackie laughing behind him.

“He got you, T,” Jackie said with a grin.

“Yes, he did. Once again, Bryce is the king of the playground until recess is over.”

“What is life if not one large playground, T? So, I humbly thank you.”

Tobias shook his head, “I’ve missed you, buddy. You up for a drink soon?”

“As I stand here like chopped freaking liver? No, it’s OK Tobias, I don’t drink anymore. I’ve entered a convent, so of course, there is no way I would want to join you.”

“Of course, you’re included, wiseass. It wouldn’t be the same without you. Besides, the nuns would throw you on the street within twenty minutes.”

“I'm impressed you think I would make it that long,” she laughed.

“Look, I need to pull the friend card, OK? Could you guys come by my place tonight, 8:00? It's important, and I am going to ask you to not ask questions, just trust me. Someone needs our help. ”

“T, ou can’t just drop that on us. What's up?"

“Jackie, I promise you, I’m not trying to be glib, but it’s not my story to tell.”

“OK, T… can you possibly give us a vowel? You’re worrying me.” Bryce asked.

“Yeah, I’ll give you a vowel and let you solve the whole damn puzzle tonight. Will you be there?”

“Uh, sure, I’ll be there. I’ll make sure meathead is too.”

“Good, then I’ll see you both tonight, and thanks for trusting me on this."

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As the end of his shift approached, Tobias was heading back to the diagnostic office. He was anxious to get back to Casey; he hated the idea of her being alone all day. In the distance, he saw Ethan conversing with someone. They had only seen each other twice since this morning. Each time Ethan offered a nod of his head with a curt “Carrick” as he passed by. Tobias was not pleased. Even if he was acting like an asshole right now, Ethan was a friend who was going through hell. Since coming to Edenbrook, he had worked hard to reestablish their friendship, and things were going well. Now, everything felt like a tinderbox.

As he got closer, he realized it was Floria Ethan was speaking to. Tobias involuntarily rolled his eyes when he saw her.

“Hello Tobias, lovely to see you too!” she mocked.

“Cavorting with the enemy?” Tobias asked Ethan.

Ethan wasn’t amused. “We’re discussing our interdepartmental budget. As my backup, you should probably join the conversation.”

“Whatever you say, boss. Want to do this now?”

“No, I need to head home. But I’ll put something on all of our calendars tonight. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be going.”

Once Ethan was outside of hearing range, Floria smirked as she turned on her high heels.

“Delightful seeing you as always, Tobias.”

“Actually, not so fast, Floria. Let’s make some time…now. Follow me.”

They walked into the diagnostic team office and Tobias shut the door behind them.

“Oh, Tobias,” she laughed, “if you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do is….”

“Yeah, don't hold your breath waiting for that to happen.”

“So then to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You wouldn’t happen to have any papers for me to complete, would you?”

“No, not at the moment,” she said, perplexed.

“Floria, I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m not a goddamn idiot all the time. A half-hour after I completed paperwork in your office, a forged record of a private medical procedure for a non-diagnostic patient ends up on Ethan’s desk. Do yourself a favor and don’t take me for a fool.”

“Well, if you were signing off on procedures that weren’t yours, I don’t see how that is my fault.”

“I didn’t. I don’t. I triple-check everything I sign, which is why I know for a fact I never signed off on the records in question. But I recall a certain admin at Hopkins who was quite adept at copying her boss’s signature. How much did you use to charge students to forge their documents? I forget what the going rate was back then.”

She rolled her eyes, “Tobias, my forgery skills aren’t quite what they used to be. Besides, the file was electronic and came from the ER, so I wouldn’t be able to…"

“How did you know it came from the ER, Floria? I never mentioned that. I also never mentioned the patient in question, but I think we can stop playing games based on your reply. You know exactly who and what I am referring to.”

“I really don’t know what..”

“Save it.”

He lowered his voice and moved to stare her down. “Floria, I thought I made myself clear to you, but since your comprehension skills are lacking, I’m going to spell it out… do not fuck with me. Do not fuck with Ethan. And do not fuck with Casey. This is your last warning. One more thing, and I promise, I will destroy you. Do you understand?”

Floria didn’t flinch, “One more threat like that, Tobias, and I will be happy to take it to Human Resources….”

He chuckled, “You do that. Please. Between me and some of our mutual friends, I can hand HR shit on you going back 20-years that would make your head spin. I don’t want to open those cans of worms, Floria, but push my hand… Don’t hurt the people I love because I will have no mercy if you do.”

She tilted her head and smiled, “The people you love, Tobias. Love is such a strong word.”

“It is. It’s also one you are incapable of understanding. You do not want to play with me. Are we clear?”

Floria stood up and smiled, “Tobias, you are crystal clear. But I’m not worried. I didn’t do anything, nor do I plan on. Don’t worry, I’ll see myself out.”

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While most of the people who mattered to her toiled away at Edenbrook, Casey holed up in Tobias’s apartment. She thought of taking a walk to the park, but it was best for her to stay inside. She couldn’t risk running into co-workers. Instead, she sat on the balcony off Tobias’s bedroom and soaked in some sun, but the view of the skyline only made her think of all the times she and Ethan watched the sunset over it on his couch.

It was impossible not to think of him. Their lives were perfectly intertwined. The shock was still so new that, sometimes, she found herself forgetting he had left her. A commercial for an event at Tanglewood later this fall came on after the news, and her first thought was, “I should get tickets for us…”. Only after did it dawn on her that there no longer was an "us", and it felt as if another spoonful of salt was thrown on top of her open wound.

Naps were her greatest refuge, so she took full advantage of them. They were easy to come by since she was crying herself into exhaustion.

Also, though she’d never tell Tobias, she did forget to eat lunch. She was reasonably famished but lacked the energy or desire to move to the kitchen, so another nap felt like a good idea.

When Tobias returned home, he found Casey rolled up into a ball, fast asleep on his couch. The television remote was still in her hand. He couldn’t help but smile; he found everything about her endearing.

There was still some time before her friends would arrive, and he didn’t have the heart to wake her. She could sleep a little longer. But as he turned to walk away, she called out to him.

“T….” she said groggily, “Where are you going?”

Tobias returned and sat on the floor, in front of her.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart. What do you need?”

“Just stay by me,” she replied sadly, “How was work?”

“It was work.”

She sat up on the couch and he moved to join her. “Did… anyone… say anything about me being out?”

“Yes. Ethan announced it during our meeting.”

“Oh.”

“Has he contacted you at all?”

“No. Not today. He did late last night, though. He asked if I was OK and if I had a place to stay.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him to fuck off.”

Tobias shook his head and laughed. “Did you?”

Casey smiled back, “I didn’t actually say those words. But I did tell him it was none of his business and that he forfeited the right to ask.” she shrugged.

“He was curious about your condition today. He quizzed me after the team meeting.”

Casey’s brow furrowed. “You didn’t tell him….”

“Casey, I gave you my word. But I think the doctor’s note coming from Kenmore led him to assume I was involved and, I mean, he’s not wrong… but I don’t have to confirm that.”

She smiled. “I appreciate it. Oh, I also got texts from Jackie, Bryce, and Sienna asking me why you summonsed them to your apartment tonight. I just left them unread. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Yeah, that was probably my fault. I was a bit cryptic, they’re all busy, and I needed them to know it was important to be here. I’m glad you’re telling them. You shouldn’t be worried about communicating with them, you know?”

“I do.”

“Now, I could tell nothing was touched in the kitchen all day, and that means you didn’t eat. So the nanny cam will be installed tomorrow at 9:00, but until then, get your ass in the kitchen. It’s dinner time.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Oh, God, please don’t call me Dad, Case.”

She laughed.

“I had planned on cooking for you, but in the interest of time, you’ll just have to make do with fusilli carbonara from Antonio’s.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! See, I am right,” she said, pushing his shoulder, “you do always remember my favorites!”

Casey pierced her fork into the spiral pasta and shoved it in her mouth. She let out a soft moan, “Oh my goddddd! This is sooooo good. Oh, thank you, T!”

He shot her a look.

“Oh, shut up. I’ve been thinking on it, and this whole you’re not allowed to say thank you rule you’ve instituted? Well, it’s just bullshit.”

“It’s bullshit?”

“Yes, it is bullshit. I have officially declared it unconstitutional. So, starting right now, I am going to say THANK YOU whenever I damn well please, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

“Really? And what gives you the authority to declare my rules unconstitutional in my own home? Hmm?” He smirked at her as he took a fork of pasta.

“Well, you keep saying it’s all about me right now. You want me to be happy. Well, changing this ridiculous rule makes me happy. So, THANK YOU!”

She turned and looked at him with a broad smile that melted his heart. Shaking his head and biting his lip he surrendered.

“I’m going to let you win this battle, but don’t think you’re getting your way every time, OK?”

“We’ll see,” she said with a giggle. ���You know, it’s so much better when you’re here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I spent most of the day sleeping. Being awake isn't easy. Basically, it was sleep, cry, sleep, cry, sleep… then I woke up, and you were here, and I haven’t cried since.”

“It’s called a distraction, Casey, and I’m glad I can be that for you right now.”

“No, it’s not just that. Tobias, I am so scared right now, I mean, I am petrified, and you…you make me feel safe.”

Tobias put his fork on his plate and reached across the table to take her hand. With a tenderness usually not found in his eyes, he looked at her and smiled.

“You know, that right there, that means more to me than any thank you ever could. As your friend, that’s all I want, to make you feel like it will be ok."

Casey couldn’t think of any words to say, so she smiled and they sat in a comfortable silence as they finished their meals.

“Well, why don’t I put these plates away. Everyone should be here soon.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Case, this is a good thing.”

“Can I at least have wine for this?”

“Sure, go pick a couple bottles out. I’ll put out glasses for anyone. Want some cheese too?”

“Tobias, are you offering to cater my breakup announcement?”

He laughed, “No, but that’s not a bad business concept. If you start that up, I may have to invest.”

“Yeah, I mean, basically, we’d need an inventory of wine, ice cream, chocolate, some other staples. Packages can vary, like your spouse telling you they want a divorce because they’re in love with your best friend is the jumbo package, maybe even a monthly subscription for a while. But if that cute guy you’ve had your eye on stands you up on your first date, well, that's probably just a cupcake.”

“I’m all in, Case,” he smiled.

Casey’s eyes went wide, “Oh shit, T! Wait. Yesterday… last night… didn’t you have a second date with Laura?"

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, what… you didn’t go?”

“No. You needed me.”

“T. That’s so…” Casey was clearly moved, “… you didn’t have to do that for me, I feel so bad….”

He stopped drying the dish in his hand and walked over and sat next to Casey.

“I met Laura once. We had a nice time over a couple of drinks. That’s the extent of our relationship. You are one of the most important people in my life, and you were in crisis. There was never a question. And you know you’d do the same if the situation was reversed, so, please, just shut up.”

She looked away sheepishly, “OK, but I guess I owe you a cupcake?”

“He laughed. Wouldn’t it actually be Laura getting the cupcake in this scenario? We may have to revisit your business model.”

He looked down at his phone.

“OK, Kid. It's showtime. Bryce just text from the lobby. Elijah is already in New Haven, and Raf is on duty, but the rest of the gang are here. You ready?”

“No,” she said nervously.

“This will be like ripping off a band-aid. It will sting, but once it’s over, you’ll feel so much better.”

“Give me my wine.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’ll let them in. Go make yourself comfortable in the living room. I’ll be right back."

Casey walked into the living room; she was a nervous wreck.

Should I stand? Should I sit? Where should I sit? What should I say? Ugh, why didn’t I do this in a group text!... finally, she took a deep breath and slowed her mind. T is right. These are my friends who love me, it’s going to be ok.

She was pacing in the center of the living room, wine glass in hand when she heard laughter wafting in from the foyer. She turned around and looked at her friends as if a gaggle of ghosts had entered the home.

“Casey,” Jackie said, “where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to get you all day!”

“And she’s not the only one,” Bryce followed.

But Sienna saw the look on her friend's face, and she immediately knew something was wrong. She crossed the room and took Casey’s hand.

“Is everything OK?” she asked quietly, but the concern etched on her face made it clear that Sienna already knew the answer to her question.

Casey’s lip began to quiver, and her eyes glistened with tears. She shook her head from side to side.

“No.”

Her other friends were still in the kitchen, and they began to realize something was amiss. Casey looked up and locked eyes with Tobias, who nodded and walked over and stood beside her. Casey placed her wine on the coffee table and sat on the couch flanked by Sienna to her right and Tobias to her left.

“Case, what’s going on?” Bryce asked, walking into the room.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Aurora asked, her voice filled with concern.

She was facing the floor, still afraid to speak. Tilting her head up toward Tobias, he smiled and placed a comforting hand on her knee.

She feigned a smile and lifted her head.

“Thank you all for coming tonight. I wanted to do this all at once. I really, I just couldn’t bear the thought of having to say it over and over… you can fill in Elijah and Raf…” she said with a sad laugh.

Sienna was rubbing her back, “Casey, whatever it is, it’s OK. We’re here for you. You don’t have to be afraid to tell us anything."

Casey began crying at her friend's words and placed her head on her shoulder.

“I know,” she said through sniffles. “And I love you guys so much, but this is still so hard.”

Tobias gave her a supportive smile and whispered, “You got this.”

“Uhm. After I left you guys yesterday, I went home … well… I went to Ethan’s home, and…,” she tilted her head and began rubbing her temple, “he told me he didn’t want to move in with him anymore. Then he eventually let me know, he just didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

She took a deep breath when her voice began to crack. Jackie grabbed a package of tissues from her purse and ran to her side.

“So, I’m not… we’re not together anymore.”

As soon as the words exited her mouth, her tears began to flow.

Her friends were in collective shock. Some gasped; others covered their mouths. Sienna pulled Casey into a tight hug as she began tearing up too.

“Oh, Casey, no…. I’m so sorry,” she said as she rocked her friend in her arms.

Bryce ran over and Tobias stepped out of his seat so Bryce could take it.

“Case, Hun, what happened? I mean, I’d ask if you’re OK, but I know the answer….”

Aurora stood up and joined the others by the couch and the four friends wrapped her in a protective hug as she cried. Bryce looked up at Tobias, who was standing behind them. He silently mouthed, “What the fuck?” to which Tobias shrugged with a look of disgust on his face.

Casey sat up, “Thanks… thanks, you guys, I…” she grabbed a tissue from Jackie and rubbed at her nose.

Tobias tapped her shoulder from behind, “You need some water, Kid?”

She nodded gratefully.

“Case, do you want to tell us what happened?” Jackie asked tenderly.

Tobias returned with a bottle of water, and Casey took a long sip before continuing.

“In a nutshell, his mom left. He’s all kinds of fucked up, and… he blames me, and his Dad, but mostly me for making him … soft … I guess… so he’s going back to being Ethan Loner I Don’t Need Anyone Ramsey. I guess I would be an impediment to that… so he just tossed me out, like I never meant a thing."

“But Case… that’s… it’s just…how?” Jackie said.

“Exactly,” Casey answered.

“OK, I know I’m not a relationship guru here, so someone is going to have to help me out. But how the fuck is Louise leaving your fault? How is Ramsey suffering your fault?” Bryce asked furiously.

“He said he wouldn’t have let Louise back into his life if it hadn’t been for Alan and me… I don’t know, maybe we were making him human. Being abandoned by her for a second time… it has been traumatic for him and… he was looking for someone to blame.”

“Oh my God, it’s all just so sad, Casey,” Sienna said.

“It’s sad, and it’s fucked up!” Bryce was getting heated, “I can see feeling that way for a minute when it was fresh, and his mind was in another dimension, but goddamn it. I know fucked up parents first hand… but you don’t do this shit! You were moving in tomorrow? He did this to you when you were moving in tomorrow?”

Casey started crying, “Yeah, I was. Past tense, you got it.”

Jackie shot Bryce a look and gave him a “cut it” signal.

“Look, Ethan is clearly going through some heavy shit right now, but I’m sure we all agree that doing this to Casey is just seriously not cool,” Tobias said.

“That’s an understatement,” Bryce said.

Casey put her arm on Bryce’s back. “I know your mad, Bryce. Please don’t be mad at me, though.”

Bryce turned around and saw Casey’s face twisted in pain.

“Case,” he pulled her into a tight hug as she started crying, “Casey, why on earth would I be mad at you? Of course, I’m not mad at you.”

She pulled back weeping, “Bryce, because you… you were there for me after the whole Amazon thing, all of you were… but Bryce, you begged me to reconsider when I went back to him, and now... you were right and I’m just an idiot….”

“Oh, Hun, someone is a fucking idiot in this scenario, but it is not you.”

That elicited a chuckle from Casey. She sat up and leaned back into the couch, looking up at Tobias, “He kind of said something similar to that last night.”

Tobias smiled and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Last night? How, how did you end up here anyway?” Sienna asked.

“It’s kind of a long story….” Casey explained more about what happened before she left Ethan’s, how she ended up walking around aimlessly, how two strangers tried to help her and how, Tobias came upon her near the hospital.

“I’m glad you found her, and I’m glad you were safe,” Sienna said, “but honey, why didn’t you call someone? Why didn’t you let us know?”

“I was too embarrassed. I felt so stupid… I didn’t want to see anybody, if… if T hadn’t found me, I probably….”

“She probably would have been wandering around the streets of Boston on a cold night by herself for hours. I have never been so grateful for leaving my wallet behind at work if I hadn’t….”

“Well, let’s be grateful you did. Thank you, Tobias. I know we’re all grateful that she had you.” Aurora stated. “She’s safe, and we’re all here now, when she was ready to tell us, that’s all that matters.”

She sternly looked at each of the friends, a reminder to temper their own emotions to not upset Casey any further.

“Aurora is one-hundred percent right,” Jackie agreed.

Bryce eyed Tobias, and Tobias motioned to the kitchen. The women had encircled Casey and were talking, so they didn’t even know they left.

“What the fuck happened?” Bryce asked Tobias as soon as they were a safe distance away.

“Well, she gave you the gist of it. What else do you want to know?”

“I want to know how the fuck he could do this to her. How does he put anyone out on the street like that? Anyone, much less the woman he supposedly loved?”

Tobias put an arm on Bryce’s shoulder. “I don’t know. I’m not making an excuse for his behavior, but keep in mind, the guy is really not operating in a good head space right now.”

“You know, I really don’t give a shit about his head space right now. I give a shit about Casey’s head space. That one of my best friends could have ended up with God knows what happening to her. I was there last time, T. He ripped her fucking heart out and for two months, all of us tried to keep her above water. She gives him a second chance, and he does this?"

Tobias opened a beer and handed it to Bryce, “Take it. Drink it. If you need to, come with me, we’ll take a walk around the block. I get what you’re feeling, trust me. But right now, it’s not about us, it’s not even about Ramsey, it’s about Casey. And you being all angry isn’t helping her. So can you buckle up, pal?”

Bryce huffed and took the beer, “When the fuck did you become so levelheaded?”

“With age comes wisdom, my friend.”

“Wait, Casey didn’t work today, did she?”

“No, no. A buddy of mine at Kenmore gave her a doctor's note. She’s taking a few days off. She needs to. When she goes back, Ramsey will be off for two days. This way, she has some time to get a little grounded.”

“Jesus Christ! That’s right, how the fuck is she going to work with him?”

“We’ll figure it out; she’ll figure it out. Right now, let’s just get her through one minute at a time.”

“Wait, you were at work today. Did you see him?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And you didn’t take his fucking teeth out?”

“Bryce, remember what I just said? Everything needs to be about Casey right now. Trust me, I have my feelings about this, and they run deep. But I’m the one who found her. You don’t know the shape she was in. I didn’t have the luxury of caring about my feelings. It’s like at work, you get a patient, you deal with the situation at hand, and you cope with your own shit later. I get where you’re coming from, Bryce, but we have to focus.”

Bryce sighed, “I know you’re right. But, I’m just so furious.”

“I am too, but I love Casey more than I am angry at Ethan. So that has to win.”

Bryce looked at Tobias, “That’s right, you love her.”

“So do you. So does Sienna, so does Jackie...”

“Not in the same way, T.”

“Bryce, please don’t think there is any way in hell that I would use this situation. I’m not standing here as some guy who has a thing for Casey. I’m here as a friend who would take a bullet for her. The same way I would for you or anyone who means that much to me. I will not hurt her and, taking advantage of a vulnerable woman, would be hurting her pretty goddamn bad in my book. You don’t need to worry.”

“I know, just… be careful, OK?.”

“I’m always careful. Let's get inside before they think the two of us are plotting Ethan’s murder.”

“They may not be wrong,” Bryce said as they returned to the living room.

“Bryce,” he said, patting his friend's back, “I’m not going to jail for you. Just remember that.”

About an hour later, Casey was exhausted and wanted to head to bed.

“That’s my cue. I’ll go get you something to sleep in.”

Jackie crossed her arms and shot Tobias a look.

“What’s the look for, Jackie? Her things are still at Ethan’s. Until she gets them, she can sleep in my old Kenmore Bowling League T-shirts. No one dies.”

“You were on the freaking bowling league?” Bryce said.

“Yes, and I can kick your ass if you’re ever down for it.”

“You know, that reminds me,” Casey said, “I do need to get my things and, I really don’t ever want to step foot in that apartment again, so would any of you….”

“ME!” Jackie said defiantly folding her arms in front of her chest.

“I hadn’t finished….” Casey said.

“You were going to say would any of us be willing to go get your things, and the answer is yes. Jackie already called dibs. I’m next.” Bryce said.

“You know, as delightful as that sounds,” Aurora interjected, “perhaps it would be better if we had cooler heads handle this task. Tobias, what about the two of us.”

“First, I am absolutely horrified and borderline disgraced by being included in the “cooler heads” faction of this ensemble. Once this crisis has passed, I really need to work on some reputation control. But, right now, I don’t think it’s good if I go….”

“I don’t want Ethan to know where I’m staying. I’m worried that if Tobias goes, he may suspect, so I have asked him not to go.”

“Oh. So you’re going to be staying here then?” Sienna asked.

“Well, temporarily, yes.”

“Oh, OK. Well, I spent the most time with you in his apartment when you were … moving in …” Sienna looked at Casey and frowned, “so I know where a lot of your things are. As much as I would like to throw Ethan off his balcony right now, I’m willing to leave that as a fantasy and not fulfill it. So I think I should go.”

“OK, so Double O Tiny is one,” Tobias laughed.

“And I’m the other,” Jackie interjected. “I’m not joking. I’m going. I can keep my cool, but let that man step out of line and I will happily put him in his place. I’m going. You can’t stop me.”

“I don’t even have the energy to try, Jackie,” Casey said with a smile.

“I’ll recruit Raf. I know he will do it. But Bryce, until we get you medicated properly, you’re staying home,” Sienna added.

“You guys are all amazing, but I’m amazingly tired, so….”

“One oversized bowling shirt coming up!”

Casey said goodbye to her friends and headed to her room.

“Are you guys going to hang here for a few?” Tobias asked.

“Yeah, we’ll be in the kitchen raiding your cabinets… we didn’t get to eat,” Jackie said.

“Raid away,” he laughed, “I’ll be right back.”

“OK. I think we can all agree that this is some seriously messed up shit going on here,” Jackie exclaimed.

“You can say that again. I mean, I knew Ethan had some issues, but this is beyond. I mean, I know he loves Casey. I don’t get it,” Aurora added.

“No. He doesn’t. Period. You can’t do shit like this to someone and claim you love them.”

“I know, Bryce, but simmer down,” Aurora smiled.

“Look, Tobias is right. All that matters now is Casey,” Sienna said. “and right now, she is essentially homeless and can’t afford to live in Boston on her own. This happened at the worst time! We could have gotten a place with her if….”

“Do you think she could stay with you guys?” Bryce asked.

“There is no way. Our new place is nice, but it’s small. Our landlord only wanted two people in it, and our contract clearly says no more than 3 tenants are permitted,” Jackie said, “Can she stay with you, Bryce?”

“My door is always open to Casey, but I have a one-bedroom. I think she’s going to need some privacy now, and a sofa bed isn’t going to provide that.”

“What about Raf? Maybe he can have her stay with him?”

“Yeah, except for that would mean living with Vovo too. She has only been trying to convince Raf to marry Casey from the first day she met her.”

“I could ask my aunt?” Aurora said, “I know she really likes Casey, and she has a huge place.”

“Yeah, Aurora, because Ramsey’s two exes who happen to work on the same team as him living together would make for an amazing sitcom,” Jackie laughed.

“Well, to be honest, it doesn't look like T is itching to get her out anytime soon, so why are we even having this conversation?” Aurora asked.

“Because it’s just not a good idea. Casey is very…. vulnerable right now,” Sienna answered.

“Yeah, and she’ll be vulnerable at any of the other places we mentioned too,” Aurora said annoyed.

“It’s different,” Bryce said.

“Different how?” Aurora asked.

“Yeah, Bryce, different how?” Tobias said entering the kitchen.

“T, Bryce didn’t mean anything bad. It’s just… it might not be the best idea,” Sienna answered.

“I’m still waiting on the why? Either of you got anything?”

Sienna was flustered. “It’s just that Casey, right now… she’s going to be… you know….”

“Are you guys insinuating that T is going to try to put the moves on Casey or something? Guys, come on, that is fucked up!” Aurora said.

“That’s not what we are….” Bryce started.

“OK, OK, OK!!! Enough!!! You are in here arguing over where Casey should stay when Casey already has a place to stay. I’m one person living in a 3-bedroom, 3000 square-foot condo, so I think I am in the best position to offer her a place where she can be comfortable and have her privacy. If she decides it would be better elsewhere, I will support her and help her move. But there is one thing I’m not going to do. I’m not going to have you (points to Sienna and Bryce) insinuating that she is somehow unsafe here. And the second thing I am not doing is treat a brilliant 28-year-old woman like she’s a child who needs all of us to determine what’s best for her. I know we all love her, and we’re going to be protective, but enough...”

“Tobias is right, guys,” Casey said as she leaned on the wall at the entrance of the kitchen.

Everyone turned around with wide eyes.

“Look, I’m not mad. In fact, I’m lucky to have friends that care so much about me. But Tobias is right. I’m heartbroken, and I’m not in the best place emotionally, but I’m still capable of making my own decisions. Tobias has offered to let me stay here until I can find a decent place to live, and, as long as that’s OK with him, this is where I am staying.”

She looks at Bryce and Sienna, this time with annoyance, “I love you two, but I don’t know where you’re getting this ridiculousness that I’m not safe here. It’s insulting to Tobias and to me! He has been nothing but a wonderful friend, and just before you arrived, I told him how safe I feel here right now. I love you all, but let’s stop with this stuff, OK? I can handle myself and, I’m in good hands here,” she said as she leaned into Tobias.

Bryce raised an eyebrow, but one look from Tobias brought it right back down.

"You're right, Case, we're sorry, it's just..." Sienna said feeling guilty.

"It's been an emotional night for everyone," Tobias said, "it's all good."

Everyone hugged and made peace before Tobias walked them out. Casey was glad they came, and it felt so good to have their love and support, but she was happy when the room was peaceful once again.

She moved inside and sat on the couch. Tobias came in with a cup of herbal tea which he placed in front of her.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that, Casey. They are just looking out for you.”

“I know. I also know that everyone is upset. But Bryce was going into killer dog mode, which is fine. I would do the same if someone hurt him, I’m sure, but, oh, I don’t know. And with him and Sienna acting like I’m somehow in danger here, I mean, come on. Tobias, I hope you know that I think it's ridiculous. Please don’t think that I feel that way at all.”

“No, no. Don’t worry, Kid. I know you don’t feel that way. And trust me, I’ll never give you any reason to change your mind.”

“Good. Well, you are in at 7:00 tomorrow, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yeah, and I have a hell of a workload because my annoying co-worker called out.”

Casey laughed. "I hear she is a real bitch. We should both head to sleep.”

“Yeah, come on. Leave the tea. I’ll get it in the morning.”

They walked down the long hall together. Tobias turned to the right to enter his room upon reaching the end, and Casey turned to the left to go to hers. But before he was in his door Casey grabbed his wrist.

“T? Wait," she said.

“Yes?”

She pulled him into a big hug, "I just wanted to say thanks for everything again."

"God, I need to reinstate the no thank you rule."

"No, way, I win!" she said with a smile.

Tobias kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep Princess, hopefully you can rest a little easier tonight."

"I will." She walked to her door and gave a little wave, "Good night, T."

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[✩] collegeau!anonymous admirer. {moniwa kaname x reader}

Genre: Fluff

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Moniwa Kaname/Reader

Word count: 1,412

a/n: hello dropping another oldie while i work on request, should b a student genya x reader that i got from ao3 but just a reminder that i don't do underage nsfw or anything nsfw or sexy themed cuz that's extremely weird, but if you wanna drop a request in my inbox please b sure to read my faq thanx

Every morning you'd wake up and check your tumblr to have a little message in your inbox from the seemingly same anon with a cute pick-up line. At first you thought that maybe you had reblogged something along the lines of "fill my ask", but it started to become a routine. It was never anything raunchy or lewd, just cheesy, cute one-liners that'd make you smile to yourself. Though, you had really appreciate whoever was sending them to you, you were starting to get really curious. Who could they be? Someone thousands of miles away or just around your area? It was hard to decide. You sighed as you shut down your laptop and slid it under your bed. You really shouldn't have been on your laptop at such a late hour. Finals week started tomorrow and you were beyond nervous. Sure you had studied but you always felt a bit on the edge during these five days. The thought of your anonymous admirer was the last thing on your mind before you drifted off to sleep. At least, they'll keep me positive throughout the week.

But you were wrong. It had been five days. Five days your inbox had been empty. Five days since they had last messaged you and you were actually beginning to feel a bit upset. Had something happened to them? Had you reblogged or posted something that they found offensive and possibly unfollowed you for it? You let out a groan as you spread your arms across your mattress and lay flat against your back. At least finals week was finally over and you could relax. Your phone made a small noise and you reached over your dresser to check whatever the notification you had just received. You almost jumped for joy when you had saw that you got a message on tumblr. Quickly logging on from your laptop, you clicked on your inbox, though it had a similar choice in pick-up lines it wasn't your typical anon. It was... "k-name?" You voiced aloud as your face scrunched in confusion. But then it hit you. You could finally find out who your anon admirer was! Your heart raced as you clicked on the icon and revealed the mystery person's blog. There wasn't much information, just a small quote on the bio: "Forever an Iron Wall" Hmm... That sounded a bit familiar. As you racked your brain for something that could connect to the quote, you hovered over the links and found the appearance link. Jackpot. Hurriedly, you had clicked on it but it was as if your laptop sensed your urgency and wanted to fuck with you because it was loading insanely slow. "C'mon you slow piece of shit." You muttered to yourself. A few agonizingly slow moments later, the page had finally loaded and your mouth dropped as you laid eyes on him. "Mo-moniwa Kaname?!" You exclaimed. Your face nearly burst into flames as you threw yourself back onto your bed and raked your hands through your hair, shaking your head in disbelief. No way, it just couldn't be him. You were dreaming. Getting back up again you scrolled through the many photos he had posted. Most of them with his teammates and some shots of him throwing the ball up into the air.  Moniwa had been someone you admired from afar. His spirit and gentle personality is what attracted you to him, but being the shy person you were, you never approached him. You went back to your inbox and read over the pick-up line. How was heaven when you left it? And there is was again, that overwhelming feeling in the pit of your stomach whenever you saw him or were anywhere around him. How would you even begin to reply? You fingers hesitated over your keyboard before you hastily replied. Heaven is anywhere you are You slightly cringed at how cliche that sounded, but as you tried to click on the text box to undo it your mousepad had acted a bit out of sorts and pressed on the answer privately button. Oh shit. "NO!" You exclaimed, as you slapped your face and fell onto your side. What have you done?! Now you really ruined any chance you possibly had with your crush. That night it was safe to say that you didn't get much of any sleep.

- - -

Waking up you felt as if you hadn't even fallen asleep at all. Your mind was murky as you washed up, dressed and got onto your campus shuttle. As you plopped onto the seat, you let out a small groan as your threw you head back and stared up at the ceiling of the moving train. "No sleep?" The voice resonated in your ears and you took a moment before you turned to the stranger. Though your reaction was delayed, you could barely believe who was seated right next to you at that very moment. "Mo-moniwa-san?!" You near shrieked, as you stood up straight and looked at him with ample eyes. His cheeks were tinged a rosy hue as he bit back a laugh. You turned a few grouchy college student heads due to your random outburst and you sulked a bit as you felt your cheeks warm. "I-I mean, weird seeing you here..." "Really? We've been riding the same train for the past three months." He replied. Your attention now fully on him as he looked down at the floor, expression slightly saddened. Had it upset him that you never noticed him on the same train as you?  Well, of course you idiot. Who wouldn't be upset? He laughed a bit as he looked out the train window and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. "I mean, I guess that makes sense since I'm probably overshadowed by much better looking guys." He sighed and rest his palm on his chin as he wandered through his thoughts. "That's ridiculous." You said a bit too quickly. His feline like eyes shifted towards you and you gulped a bit as you continued on. The morning sunlight shone on his form, giving him a celestial glow and your lips parted in as you gawked at him in pure awe. Your mouth moving with your mind. "Heaven is anywhere with you." His breath seized as he realized what you had spoken and you clamped your mouth shut. The train had come to a stop and you grabbed your belongings and rushed through the doors. Shit. Shit. Shit.  Had you really just fucking said that?! A far but audible, "hey!" could be heard though you didn't stop. A hand on your shoulder had given you quite a fright as your whole body tensed. Damn, you thought you had outrun him... "Hey..." He breathed out. You turned around seeing Moniwa out of breath, body slumped over as he let his arms fall to his side. "Jeez you run quick."  He straightened up with one eye squinting as he looked up at you, as the sun beat down on him.  "Aren't you part of the volleyball team?" You blurted. He chuckled. "Used to be. I'm getting out of shape. But damn, this is just ridiculous..." He mumbled the last part as he felt himself starting to regain his composure. "What you said earlier though," The blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt yourself shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "Uh, u-um--you started it with the cheesy, cute pick-up lines! And then you stopped for five days and it--damn it--was surprisingly pretty hard getting through finals week without having you send a dumb one-liner. I mean, at least I had something to look forward to."  His eyebrows raised and his mouth open ready to utter a word, though he's speechless. Had he really developed that affect on you? "But--but they were so terrible I thought I--" You nervously scratched your cheek. "Well, yeah, but I really liked them. It made sense though, why you stopped. Our finals meant a lot more than just a meaningless message a day. I'll just be going now." You finalized and began to walk toward your campus, but he caught your wrist in time and you turned to meet his gaze.  "You don't mean that." He spoke. "I don't." You replied, not bothering to hide your smile. A small pause before you spoke up again. "Let's talk about it over coffee, yeah?"

A large grin now on his face as he nodded. "I'd like that."

[eternalstann]

Hey I just saw that's your anniversary on 5 days so happy birthday to you little thing! What your age will you be ? 😁 Plus for the prompt idea: what if Tom, your boyfriend, find a very old blog were u posted fanfic and all. But the imagines in there are steamy stuff about sebastian stan or Steve roger with rough sex and things like that. How do you think he will react ? Will he be jealous? Will he be angry even though it was a long ago ? Sorry for my bad English I'm French hehe ! Thanks u !

aww thank you my love! And I’m going to be 20❤️ I’m gonna write this like a continuation to the last oneeee, I love this idea xx

part 1

Tom would be super curious now to what else you did that he didn’t know about. He picked your phone up of the ground and navigated his way to your tumblr profile. You had fallen asleep on the couch, worn out from your orgasm. He scrolled and scrolled, everything recent was mostly just reblogs of things about him & the mcu. The occasional original post of yours and he had to give you props, they were pretty funny. He was really enjoying himself, he felt like he was discovering a new side of you.

Then he saw something you posted about a called a master list? What the hell was that. He clicked on the link and saw that it was a list of a bunch of other links and they were separated into categories. Sebastian Stan, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Steve Rogers, even Natasha Romanoff. But nothing about him. He decided to check out the Sebastian Stan one. He didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a collection of his movies, some pictures but definitely not this.

“Sebastians godlike shirtless frame stood above you, you’d never seen a more beautiful man” he scrolled down further - “his hard cock rammed into your soaking core, fucking you like no one else could” Tom was pissed. When had you written this? He’d known Sebastian Stan was your favorite actor but he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know why he was so worked up, but he felt really hurt. Betrayed almost, and they were just words. He looked down at you sleeping, you were so gorgeous, the thought of you with someone else killed him inside. He looked through more- he even counted, you had written a whopping 27 pieces on Sebastian Stan. Not all of them were dirty, but if he was honest, the lovey dovey ones bothered him more.

He knew he shouldn’t, but his emotions got the best of him. He reached down and shook you awake. “What’s wrong baby?” You ask sweetly. Normally you’d be angry at him for waking you but after how good he’d finger fucked you earlier you couldn’t even be mad. “Do you want to fuck Sebastian Stan?” He asked and your eyes got wide. “Tom what the hell, no!” You exclaim, sitting up. “Then what is this?” He asks, showing you your phone. Your eyes skim over the screen and you realize it’s one of your old smut posts. “Tom that was from like 3 years ago- look at the authors note at the bottom, ‘I’m so excited for civil war’ you fucking dickhead” You shout at him, standing up and walking away. He feels beyond foolish now- he knows he fucked up.

“Baby, I’m so sorry” he whispered grabbing your arm but you shook out of his grip. “Don’t baby me” you answer sourly. You go to the kitchen and grab wine cooler, you need a drink to calm yourself down before you snap on him. “Y/N baby I know you don’t want to fuck him- I Just - I was so overwhelmed when I saw it, and you always talk about how he’s your favorite actor, I was just jealous and I’m sorry. I love you so so much-” you got tired of his rambling. “Shut up Tom, it’s okay. But it really hurt my feelings that you asked me that. You’re the only man for me” you tell him and Tom feels his heart swell. How did he get so lucky?

“I love you too. But who’s better baby, me or Sebastian?” He asks, lifting you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter. “What?” You ask, not sure what to say. He pulls off your clothing until you’re naked. He crouches down so he’s level with your pussy, “who’s better?” He asks again; this time he kisses the insides of your thighs. “You are Tom, always you” you coo, looking down at him. You feel yourself getting wetter with each second. How could he make you so angry and then so horny in a matter of minutes? “Good” he replies before placing his mouth on your core. Your head falls back and you moan as he tastes your juices.

He gives new meaning to the term, “eating out” . You were sure it was impossible for him to be making you feel so good. His tongue touched every corner of you before he began focusing on your clit. “Tom!” You nearly scream his name while he works. You can feel yourself getting close and you can barely breathe. Your legs begin to close around his head and he pushes them back open. “You gonna cum on my face?” He asks, looking up at you and you nod. Your hands grip his shoulders, holding on tight because you felt like you were gonna fall off the face of the earth. He licks long strips up your pussy, applying pressure on your bundle of nerves and you’re unraveling. You dig your nails into his skin as you cum.

You barely have a chance to process your orgasm before Tom pulls you down and flips you so your bent over the counter. “oh fuck!” You cry out when he shoves his dick into you. “You’re fucking soaked” Tom whispers, wrapping your hair into a ponytail around his fist and tugging you back onto his cock. You’re on your tip toes, head tilted back as far as it can go. Your eyes roll back when he pulls out and pushes back into you. “Tom, oh my god, tom” moans tumble from your lips as he fucks you. He’s rough, your hips bumping the edge of the counter which each thrust but you don’t care. “You’re taking my dick so good baby” he mutters, using his free hand to smack your ass.

You push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust and all that can be heard in the kitchen is the obscene sound of him entering you and both of your moans. “Tom, please don’t stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You tell him and he goes even harder. “Cum for me babygirl!” He commands and you obey. Youre orgasm is more intense than the first, and second one. “Tom!” You chant his name over and over as he chases his own release. He grunts as when finally does, cumming inside of you.

“Fuck, lets just get married now” Tom jokes, pulling you into his embrace. “Gotta lock you down before Sebastian finds your little stories and wants to try the real thing” he kisses your forehead and you roll your eyes. “Shut up you goof”