#I think their relationship is very complex and complicated

[crowfish-brainrot]

Mistakes Were Made Part 5

Adrenaline can make people lusty, and that's what inspired this fic. Also, if I was MC, my sexy self would be fuckin' all five of these men until I got into a relationship bc I am weak and they are too hot to not. Soooo, this might get kinda messy, but it'll end in a good (poly?) place.

CONTENT NOTES FOR ALL PARTS: 18+ MDNI. LaDs men x MC (you), Casual Sex, Pre-relationship, Complicated Feelings All Around. Smut & Angst. Smut with Feelings. No use of Y/N. Possibly ooc bc I'm still getting back into fanfic. Oral f&m receiving, p in v, unprotected sex bc its fiction, creampies, softdom!Xavier, brattamer!Zayne, brattyswitch!Rafayel, switch!Sylus, dom!Caleb brattyswitch!MC, but it's all fluid imo. light bond*ge, sp*nking, size difference, overstimulation, improper use of evol, semi-public sex. Nicknames used in all parts: canon nicknames as well as bunny, princess, love, & darling. F reader. MC is described as being curvy and strong with some fuller titties bc I love titties. Possibly MMF if I get to a part 6 Unedited. You get this raw (just like our Lads!)

Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb (this part)

If there was one person on this earth you shouldn't fuck, it was Caleb. Your protector, your very best friend, and one of the most important people in your life. Taking him to bed would ruin all you had built with him, and thanks to recent developments -- like his faked death and involvement with the Fleet and Ever --your relationship didn't need to be complicated any further than it was.

So why were you unable to stop thinking about what it'd be like to finally -- finally-- touch him the way you've always fantasized about?

You blamed the stress of the evening. No missions, no wanderers, but Caleb had stayed out late on "Fleet Business" that you didn't have the clearance to know the details of. You could guess, but honestly, that made the anxiety worse, so you tried your best to not think about it.

In some ways, the Caleb you'd always known and loved was gone. Replaced with this new, sterner version of him that drove you insane. With fury, with worry, with frustration. You still loved him, of course. You always would, but since he'd come back into your life, things hadn't been easy with him. Not how they used to be. In other ways, he seemed exactly the same, just more intense.

Things between you had shifted in other ways too, since his return. You two always had a unique dynamic, but now...now he was more forward. Obvious in his desire for you, but he held back. Played it off. Teased you then backed away. You were just as bad, always dancing around the line between best friends and lovers. The reason you never crossed it didn't change, though.

Caleb wasn't casual when it came to you. As far as you knew, there'd never been anyone in his life romantically. You couldn't say the same. You wouldn't be the first person he had sex with, not if it would only add another layer of complexity to your already dizzyingly intertwined bonds.

Caleb devoted himself to everything he did. If you had sex with him, you'd only hurt him in the end. You didn't want a relationship. You didn't have time for one, and honestly, he didn't either. You barely saw one another once a month, twice if you were lucky. The distance was far too great.

Additionally, you had four other men in your life, all substantially closer than Caleb. You didn't want to give any of them up for any reason. They all knew of Caleb, of course. Zayne never liked when you made the trip to Skyhaven, and honestly, neither did your other men. You told Caleb of them, too, but kept the details of your relationships with them vague. Like Xavier, Caleb had a possessive streak. Perhaps that was another reason you found Xavier so alluring.

You groaned as you paced the living room. You checked your phone for the nth time in the last ten minutes, your anxiety only growing worse. Your adrenaline spiked alongside your anxiety, and your blood burned with familiar desire.

It was late. Xavier was out on a secret mission. Zayne was likely asleep. Who knew what Rafayel was up to, and these were Sylus' prime business hours. You thought about sending Raf and Sylus a text each, just to see who'd respond first to help you through the phone, but you pushed that aside. Caleb could show up any minute, and it'd be most efficient if you took care of your desire yourself. Then you could send all your men a sexy little video and see what kind of trouble that caused for you when you returned to Linkon.

You hurried back to your room in Caleb's place and locked the door. You slipped your pants off quickly and dug through your bag for your newest toy. Gifted to you by Sylus, it was small, quiet, and sent him an alert every time you turned it on. He swore he'd never call or show up when you used it unless you asked him to, and he'd stuck to his promise so far. You hadn't used it much, with four men at your disposal, you hadn't needed to, but it was nice to have for times like these.

You took the small red vibrator and laid back in bed, thighs spread wide open. You warmed yourself up with your fingers--not that you needed it. Rubbing your clit in slow circles as you tried to think of any man but Caleb.

You most recently saw Zayne, stopping by his place last night before you headed to Skyhaven. He planned to drop you off and pick you up from the station, and you showed him your gratitude. Zayne fucked you hard into the mattress, made you beg for each of the four times he made you come.

The fresh memories couldn't overpower the thoughts of Caleb, though. He'd bulked up since taking his position as Colonel, now almost as big as Sylus. And gods, that uniform...so many of your secret fantasies with Caleb involved that uniform. In your fantasies, he pulled only his cock out and stuffed you full. Kept you in place with his evol until he came deep inside you, over and over again.

His big gloved hands would sound so good as they smacked across your ass. Feel good, too. He'd punish you so good for being a tease, for disobeying his orders, for being the spoiled little brat he always enabled in the past. Caleb's mechanical arm wouldn't tire, and he always did his best to make sure you were satisfied, that you had everything you wanted. You'd break long before he did.

The thought pushed a soft moan out of you and you turned on the vibrator. You settled it over your clit and lifted your phone with your other hand. You snapped a few pictures. Some close-up of the mess between your thighs, some at a wider angle that displayed your tits. One with your head thrown back, mouth open in pleasure since you knew how much Rafayel loved that view. Satisfied with your pictures, you set the phone down and focused on making yourself come as quickly as possible.

Caleb entered your thoughts, and this time you didn't bother trying to chase them away. You let yourself imagine the way he'd moan when he entered you. How he'd tremble as he tried to control himself. You heard him grunt and moan when you worked out with him, and you bet his moans as he buried himself in your cunt would be even better. Breathier.

He loved to eat, and you wondered if that'd apply to you, too. Would he make you ride his face like Rafayel? Or would he use his evol to pin you in place like Sylus? Would he be as ravenous as Zayne, or would he eat you slow like Xavier? You bet it'd be a mix.

You bet Caleb would keep you in place with his evol while he ate, and if you had to guess, you bet he'd be ravenous. Probably a little clumsy. You'd have to teach him, but he'd always been a fast learner. He also knew what you liked better than anyone else, like he could sense it somehow. You hoped would transfer over to his skills in the bedroom, too.

Once he set his mind to something, Caleb didn't stop until he was finished. So far, your maximum number of orgasms in a night belonged to Rafayel at thirteen, or so he said. You stopped being able to count after four. Would Caleb try to beat that record? You bet he would if he knew about it, he was always very competitive. You passed out, but would that stop Caleb? Probably not.

Would he eat you out for all of those before finally giving you his cock like Zayne and Sylus? Or would he just keep fucking his come into you like Xavier and Rafayel? You bet Caleb would want to fuck his come into you over and over again. Filling you until you were both a mess and the room smelled like sex and sweat.

You moaned, louder than you intended at the image forming in your mind. Caleb, dressed in his Colonel uniform, jacket open and cock out as he loomed above you. His soft brown hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead, violet eyes dark with desire. His gloved fingers rubbing circles over your clit as his evol pinned you in place. How he'd fuck his fat cock inside you, stretching you. How his come would feel as it spurt inside you. The sound's he'd make. How he'd growl out your name, or simply call you princess.

The door to your room opened right as you reached the peak of your orgasms. You came with a cry of his name, soft, needy, and when you opened your eyes, he was there. Rain-soaked in his uniform. Wide-eyed as he stared at your soaking cunt. As if you summoned him from your fantasy. The tent in his pants was unmistakable.

You met his eyes, not stopping. It wasn't the first time you two had caught one another like this, but the reasons the lines couldn't be crossed beyond this remained as clear as ever. Last time you visited Skyhaven, you caught him stroking his cock with a pair of your panties clutched in his free hand. Neither of you mentioned it afterwards. Still, you weren't going to let him get away. Not this time.

You turned up the speed of the vibrator and moaned. "Caleb!"

He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he stared at your slicked thighs, transfixed. You trailed your eyes down his body, staring holes through his clothes until you reached the straining bulge in his pants. When your gaze met his again, it sparkled with a silent challenge. Stay and play, or leave.

Caleb quickly undid the buttons of his pants. He pulled his cock free, and you moaned. About the same size as Xavier, if maybe a little thicker, you knew how well his cock would hit every aching place inside you. How he'd stretch you so perfectly. His gloved hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and he stroked in time with the circles of your vibrator over your clit.

You watched, transfixed, as he pumped his cock. Long, deep strokes where he squeezed tight every time he reached the base. Soft, panted moans left him. Almost quiet enough that you couldn't hear them, but the sound was music to your ears.

"Feels so good, Caleb," you moaned. You wanted him to hear you. If all you were ever going to have with him was nights where you caught one another in the act of self-pleasure, then you might as well put on a show worth remembering.

He grunted, the sound almost pained as he pumped his cock harder, thrusting his hips into his unrelenting grip. He said nothing, like you'd stolen his voice. His face went scarlet up to his ears, but he couldn't look away from your pussy, and you couldn't look away from his cock.

You spread your legs wider and your hips lifted from the mattress as you rapidly approached your second peak under his violet gaze. Your hips bucked into the pleasure as your eyes rolled back. You forced yourself to keep looking at him, though. You wanted to watch his face as you came. See him spill all over his hands, maybe the floor. Hear him call out to you as he came, just once.

His chest heaved and he took one step closer. Staying just inside the shadows of your room. As if he only fucked his fist imagining it was you in the shadows it was fine. As long as neither of you touched, this was fine. He bit his lower lip as he stroked himself, his eyes focused on your weeping pussy and how you clenched around nothing.

He cursed, low and under his breath, like if he spoke he'd break the spell hanging between you. Your own breathing became more ragged as you grew ever-closer to your release.

"Princess," he panted, his voice strained.

The needy, breathless way he called out to you did you in. Your legs trembled as you came. "Caleb!"

Hearing you call out his name while you came proved to be too much for him. Caleb cursed, louder this time as thick, sticky ropes of come spurt out from his cock, covering his still-gloved hand. The sight extended your release, and you whimpered softly from overstimulation. Finally, you both stopped coming. You clicked the vibrator off, and smiled at Caleb and his still-hard cock.

You two stayed like that, staring at one another in the aftermath, neither saying a word. Waiting for someone to either break or speak. He moved first, turning around and leaving your room without a word. The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence of the room enveloped you once again. The sound of the shower hummed on from down the hall, and you wondered how much lighter your body wash container would be when you took your shower in the morning.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Sylus:

Lil' S: Having fun up in Skyhaven, sweetie?

You sent the pictures you took at the start, and then one more of the aftermath, then you replied:

Only a little. I'll be home in a few days.

He replied within seconds.

Lil' S: Up for a joyride once you get back? I'd love to hear about your trip and what caused this beautiful mess.

You agreed and made plans for the night after you returned home. Xavier would be out on his mission for a few more days, and you planned to take advantage of the time without extra eyes on you. You sent your other lovers the same pictures. It was late enough you didn’t expect any other responses till the morning.

You laid in your bed, listening to the shower run. You needed to clean up, too, but if you walked into the bathroom right now, Caleb would either startle, or try to take the relationship between you further. You’d let him, too, even though you knew it wasn’t for the best. So, you stayed in bed, blissed out and content.

You woke up hours later. Dawn sunlight poured in through your window and you blinked, bleary-eyed at the light. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Your phone buzzed with a series of texts from your lovers.

Rafayel lost his mind, as he always did. Complimenting your angles, the lighting, the look on your face. He pouted about you not being in Linkon, and made some comment about how you’d need to pay for teasing him like this. Zayne complimented your beauty as he always did, and invited you to use that toy in person with him once you got back. Xavier made a comment about he was jealous the toy could touch you when he couldn’t. Your heart warmed at all the affection from your lovers, and you sent out quick replies to each of them.

Sticky with come and feeling a little gross, you got out of bed and gathered a clean set of clothes. You peaked your head out into the hall. Caleb was nowhere to be seen, and the door to his room was closed.

You showered quickly, cleaning yourself of any of your mistakes from the night before. You dressed in casual clothes and made your way to the kitchen to find some breakfast.

Caleb was already there, scrambling eggs by the stove. “Morning pips.”

He smiled over his shoulder at you like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t watched you come while calling his name less than six hours ago.

“Morning,” you said, just as casually. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Eggs, pancakes, and some fruit on the side.”

“Sounds delicious,” you said. A slight awkwardness hung in the air, but Caleb didn’t seem to notice it. He smiled and worked as he did every morning you spent together, but there was something off. You cleared your throat. “About last night..”

“What happened last night?” He tilted his head in your direction, the easy smile on his face giving nothing away. You were going to partly apologize, partly tell him why you couldn’t go farther, but all the words died on your tongue.

You were silent for a few, long moments. Finally you sighed. “Nothing. I just had a strange dream.”

“It’s because you didn’t eat anything last night. Don’t worry, I moved my schedule around so that I can be here for dinner while you’re here. I’ll make sure you’re fed and in bed at reasonable hours, just like I used to.”

“Yeah. Sounds good,” you said.

Last night didn’t happen. Nope. It would join the time you found him with your panties and that one time you kissed. There was nothing to talk about, because what happened last night didn’t matter.

Not. At. All.

A/N: I'm not a Caleb main, but my sister is so I had her input on this part. I hope I did him justice! Neither of us saw him having full on casual sex with MC, so we settled for this, and I still think it's really hot, and a ton of fun. If you want more of this fic, let me know! If I do more parts, we'll start crossing over into MMF+ territory. Who do you think should team up on MC first?

Masterlist | Facing the Consequences (next part)

[xabarik]

I, sadly, do not know how serious it was, Your shadow, unfortunately, cannot answer To this simple question: Who are we? flëur - русская рулетка ˖˚*. + .⁺ ✧ ⁺ .+ ˖ ˚. I slightly forgot how to draw….. a little sketch 🤷‍♀️

[potatobugz]

Morro and Cole... ghost guys

that's true! my favorite mentally ill dead teenagers

[lostandbackagain]

valkyrie moodboard part 4 🎉🎉🎉

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

[bulbabutt]

one day ima write some long winded analysis thing about how i think 2012 has an abusive family dynamic going on and its the best part of the show and im either gonna be paraded like a hero or fucking cancelled

[rinbylin]

雁回时 The Glory ep. 18 // 30

[thewardenisonthecase]

btw tw for talking about abuse

I've seen a lot online about how the game never mentions Caterina's abuse of Lucanis while he was growing up (being beaten and starved, which is mentioned in the Wigmaker Job) and I think there's a small mention to it if you're a crow (when asked, he says it was torture training under the first talon and that he resented her for a long time)

And while I do think part of the reason why this isn't brought up is just due to how sanitized this game is when it comes to the crows, I think I do understand why in world wise it's not possible to just be like hey lucanis, fuck your grandma.

It's really hard, loving someone who hurts you. Because you know they're hurting you and yet, you still love them. It's even harder when they're family.

Because its not like Lucanis doesn't know that she hurt him. He says so himself - he hated her, he resented her, and althought I do think him 'justifying' it by saying that at least it prepared him for the life of a crow, at least he still admits that it happened.

But the thing is that despite all this shit, she's still his grandmother. And like, yes, blood shouldn't excuse justifing this behaviour, I feel like it's cultural. Idk how spain or italy works when it comes to family, but here in brazil, you'll hear so many stories of physical abuse happening in families, and its still a situation like Lucanis - i hate them, i resent them, i love them, they're my family.

It's a...complicated situation and I think Lucanis's situation is made worst by the fact that he only has two family members alive and that he cannot let go of.

She beat him, she starved him, he hated and resented her, and he was afraid of dissapointing her, even if in her eyes, i don't think he could. I mean, he comes back an abomination and she still tenderly says 'my poor boy' when you rescue her in the Villa.

All in all...it's tought and I think that it would not be Rook's place to suddenly make Lucanis want to kill his grandma bc he wouldn't. Sorting out those feelings is something he has to do himself, and i'l almost glad the game doesn't make rook do a therapy session with him to talk about it.

[charleemoon]

don't talk to me if you majorly dislike any of the bau for seeing will as nothing more than a case consult. will intentionally and purposefully makes himself unavailable to others to the point that their only way of connecting with him half the time is over a case. i guarantee you they have tried time and time again to invite him to things, start conversation, and he hits them with "we're at work." katz, zeller, and price foster a very lighthearted, inviting workspace that you see him both emotionally and literally PHYSICALLY distance himself from. i'm sure there's plenty of things they could've done, more of something. people see what they want to in will, pieces of him. a tool, an advisor, something to pity, something to understand. a dog who is trained to hunt, yet fitted with a muzzle. but will is what stands in his own way of human connection, every time. too afraid of what rests beneath his surface

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

The Subtweet

contemporary novella

two South Asian Canadian musicians begin a complicated friendship when one covers one of the other’s songs

while her career skyrockets due to the cover and an uncovered album she made in uni, the other’s career stagnates and her jealousy and insecurity increases

when a frustrated tweet goes viral, their friendship implodes and they become the centre of an out of control viral discussion about colourism and racism in the music industry

[thefloatingwriter]

relating to your reblog.. no one actually gets beetee i fear. minus you mostly. but the consensus of him being a chill tech guy and not in part a mass murderer both in the arena and in the rebellion & also pretty morally grey in a sense? yknwwww. yknw!

yes yes yes. all do this yes. he’s morally gray. it is so obvious he is morally gray it is practically written on his forehead. his morals are definitely questionable. that is so obvious and yet…

at this point i think i need a therapy session simply so i can rant about other people’s interpretations of beetee. because. do you even understand him. did you even read the trilogy. like i don’t even know what to tell some of you at this point except that you just don’t get him like i do.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Freely Given

(Cato Mercar & Ishal Mercar)

The alliance between the great nations of Tevinter and Orzammar is an ancient one. Within it exists a thousand smaller, yet no less crucial, alliances between dwarven Houses and Tevinter bloodlines. Some may dare even call them friendships. And thus, when one of those dwarven Houses falls to treachery disguised as disease, Cato Mercar descends into the earth to make good on a promise to the little girl left behind.

Read on Archive of Our Own Here!

[tboyquackity]

can i be honest and say tht codependent is another term tht fanon needs put on a shelf

[anthromimicry]

OH, speaking of misao, while i'm still here... let me talk about how she was introduced to playing instruments + why she still does it often to this day. as you may know, misao's mother — kaiyah — did suffer from mental health issues, and in ancient japan... they were very behind in terms of providing the appropriate care to those who had mental health concerns. while doing research on it, i also discovered that it was also unfortunately HEAVILY stigmatized and thought of to be caused by spirits and/or brought about by spiritual means. and so kaiyah would often have to find ways to try to help herself cope with her symptoms; one of which turned out to be music. and misao remembers which instrument kaiyah used to play vividly because listening to her play music, as well as sing, was one of the ways that they'd bond despite them having a rather complicated relationship. kaiyah used to play the biwa, which is a plucked string instrument that sort of resembles a guitar and whenever she'd play, kaiyah would sit cross-legged. and this wasn't only because that was the traditional way to play the biwa, but so that misao could sit in her lap as she strummed the instrument. and misao also remembers kaiyah just looking at her with this look that was just made up of pure happiness during those moments. which, although they were very ephemeral, kind of helped her pull through her childhood because they gave her hope that maybe she could be like this all the time at first; and then upon discovering that although that might not be the most realistic thing to think... it helped her pull through because she would believed that she rather hold onto whatever scrap of happiness she could get, rather than try to forget these experiences with her mother, because of the fact that they hurt her so badly emotionally sometimes. and this was because she wanted to help kaiyah the same way that music seemed to — she just didn't know how. but as the years passed, misao came up with the idea that maybe learning to play it could be a method in which she could assist kaiyah with feeling more... at peace, i guess you could say, and so she did.

though misao only got to play the biwa for her mother a few times before ryu was born, and whenever that happened, everything changed. but of course... none of it was his fault. all those good feelings that misao had associated with the biwa now had a sort of bitter taste to them because of kaiyah's neglect towards ryu and once more, although this conflict was a lot more nuanced than it might've appeared because of her mother's illness, misao felt this strong urge to just completely smash her biwa into pieces because she felt so bad inside. though, honestly, misao is glad that she didn't today. because it honestly is one of the few things that she still has around that reminds her of kaiyah, and although she literally cannot play it because the last time she did, misao just sobbed all the way through it — she was able to pick up another instrument that vaguely reminded her of the biwa and allowed her to reconnect with that old part of herself: which would be the guitar. but it is a very private part of herself that she doesn't reveal to a lot of people. she'll really only play the guitar around people she really trusts, as whenever she's playing it, it's almost like she's playing to her mother again.

[dayurno]

[aparticularbandit]

I think the scene I'm going to add to Monday's chapter - not the one I kept thinking about over my trip because I cannot remember what it was, but one I've been thinking about for far, far longer - is the Kyoko Kirigiri Is Ace And So Is Virgin Junko Enoshima But They Are Different Flavors conversation.

So that will be. fun.

[burinazar]

speaking as the hypothetical type of person they're supposedly concerned about, it really grates at me that sometimes "GC"/TERF types will be like 'we just want ppl to feel free to be gender non conforming while still being their assigned gender! it's valid for women to be just gender non conforming and not trans!!!'

a) it's not somehow important to me to have the sanctity of this defended against some kind of imagined societal pressure to be transmasc (??? this isn't a thing?) or to imply that there's some hard barrier between 'gnc with a lack of strong link to your gender or conformity to expectations thereof (cool, good, questioning society)' and 'nonbinary (ohh nooOOoOo, fell for 'TRA' propaganda and gave in to society's definition of 'women' and decided you fall outside of it rather than rewriting your own definition of womanhood)' like this dichotomy they attempt to present is so. stupid. because as far as a hard barrier there at all [that presumably people are determined to push folks over or something] for *me* there straight up does not seem to be one lol, it's all about meta and very personal feelings regarding societal context that i generally regard myself as the first and not the second, not some kind of external ill influence one needs protecting from)

b) 'gender critical' kind of' rhetoric *demonstrably* makes life Worse and Harder for GNC women by positioning traits and expressions indicative of masculinity and supposed unfemininity as sources of suspicion and hatred (because of course the ultimate goal of all of it is to attack trans women in particular, hence all women must be scrutinized for a lack of conformity to expected modes femininity) so it's fucking annoying that the same people will occasionally sealion about wanting to increase the acceptability of being 'just' gender nonconforming instead of trans. like no, no you are actually making that harder.