#INDS

[syluskitten28]

THIS NOT MINE.. REDNOTE: http://xhslink.com/a/KxzKxuEgvRWdb •THE AUTHOR ALLOWED ME TO POST THIS.•

[bobbedazzled]

ROCK THE BOAT

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˖ ༘��˚˖ ༘��˚࿆ content: porn no plot, fluff, tickling/playfighting AAAGRUSHS, dry humping, subtle use of evol, unprotected penetration, everytime I say boat take a shot, indecent exposure/public sex  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚ ˖ꫂ❁˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

˖ ༘��˚࿆ a/n: short I know I just need this out of my system. no I didn’t get the card yet shutupshutupshutup. may revise later.

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“Lifting me to tease me is improper use of your evol, colonel.”

“Oh?” He glances over, “Will I face disciplinary action?”

Your eyes meet, something inside you simmering at the sight of his smug grin. Without a word, your hand shoots forward, cupping his face and giving him a playful shove. He stumbles back with a surprised laugh, only to recover just as quickly, hands sliding confidently to your waist. His fingertips dance over you, and your body tenses, instinctively bracing for him to dig at your sides.

But you’re quicker. Hands dart to his waist, fingers pressing into him. You feel his muscles twitch beneath your touch. He squirms, trying to twist out of your hold. A thrill runs through you at the sound of his laughter. Not long after, he catches your hand and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

His fingers play at your sides until you're a mess of laughter and protests. You writhe and giggle uncontrollably, the boat rocking in response to your struggle. Water splashes gently over the edge as your pleas echo into the open air. At last he relents, lifting his hands.

“You’re so easy to break,” he teases.

You glare up at him, huffing as you drum your fists against his chest. “Coming from you?”

“Me?” He chuckles, head resting lazily in one hand. “And what do you have on me?”

You hum, lips curling into a knowing smile as you raise a brow. You’ve known Caleb for far too long to be intimidated by his arrogance. if anything, he’s just as vulnerable to your tricks. Without warning, you push his shoulder, sending him flat onto the floor of the boat. You lift a leg and snake it around his side, straddling his waist. His gloating falters, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then something darker. His gaze lingers curiously from beneath hooded lids.

“I’d say this is cheating, no?” he murmurs, a breathy laugh escaping him.

Leaning in close, you run your fingers down the front of his shirt, your touch light and deliberate as you trace the opening. “Cheating or not,” you whisper, “you still have a weakness.”

He blinks, unamused by your words. His hands return to your waist before lifting his leg, toppling you forward until you're sprawled against his chest, mere inches from his face. The boat sways beneath the sudden shift, water lapping eagerly against its sides. Before you can retaliate, he captures your hands in his and pulls you closer, reeling you in with daring eyes.

“Use it then,” he challenges, his tease does little to hide his desire.

Amused by his darkness, you indulge-- smiling against his lips as you press soft, fluttering kisses over them. His chuckles vibrate against your lips, the battle of wills slowly slipping from each other’s mind. The kiss deepens as he leans in, lips gliding between one another as his hold on your wrists slip. He places your hand against his chest, the rhythmic beating tickling your palm. Your other hand cups his face as you melt into his embrace.

His hand leaves yours, tracing your figure as he reaches down to the hem of your skirt, slowly slipping under the fabric. The skirt rides up your leg as callous fingers drag up your thigh. His hand is pressed against your back, another indents the skin of your hips as he holds you. His close embrace inches you up his frame as he chases after your lips. 

You can only break away for seconds before he’s back on you, moaning and mingling his breath with yours, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen. The warmth of him rises as your bodies brush together. Heat pools in the thin fabric of your panties, hips rolling against the rising mound under his linen. You grip his shoulder, the friction over your bud is electrifying and addicting, leaving your body begging for more.

The sun casts a burning light over you as the garden spectates your affection. His muscles twitch under your palm, fingers digging desperately from where they rest before reaching lower. His fingers tuck and trace along the edge of your panties.

“Caleb-“

“Mm-mm, don’t act shy now.” He mutters against your lips, hand firm against your back,

“It’s just us here. Need better cover?”

A shadow blankets over you as the boat drifts underneath a willow tree. Its leaves hiss in the breeze as its shadows dances across Caleb’s face. Something playful glints in the violet of his eyes. He smiles under your tentative gaze.

“Come here.”

His voice, low and inviting, its all you can hear in the space as the garden fades into the background. He slip past the fabric, rubbing long lines down your warmth. Your breath slows, hips rolling into his hand as he fondles your folds, slicking the pads of his fingers. Your eyes are closed but he mimics every head tilt-- lips pressed against yours to swallow every soft moan as your silk wraps around his fingers.

The water is disturbed as the boat rocks with every brush of your hips. You prop yourself up on his shoulders, tension swelling in your belly from the friction as his fingers pump your drooling cunt. Caleb watches in awe how you take his fingers-- how just a few digits can make you a mess. The fabric of his pants tighten while his imagination runs wild. Imagine how well you’d take his cock. Drooling just like your pussy and whining as you come undone by him, sinning in your own little Eden. He loses focus as his elbow slips, imbalanced by the boat’s unsteady rocking and the inconsistent motion of your hips. 

His fingers quickly slip out as he repositions, rolling you over and laying you on your side facing him. 

“Careful.” He laughs , embracing you as he falls back. “You’re gonna tip us over.”

His laughter warms your cheeks. Your hands stay at his shoulders and paw at the fabric of his top. He gazes for a moment, admiring how the filtering sunlight freckles your flushed skin. A soft orange hue wraps around the boat as it stills under the tree’s swaying leaves. Caleb inches closer and leans in, the tip of his nose brushing past yours. He takes his time to meet your lips once more, kissing tenderly.

“Keep going?” He whispers, the violet of his eyes darkened by his desire. 

His words lingered in the air, curling around you like a whisper-- temptation from a branch heavy with fruit. You could feel the heat of him, breath caught as if the garden around you had gone still. His hand sits at your hips as he waits, scanning your expression for permission.

You nod, leaning in as his kisses travel from your jaw down to your neck. Rough hands knead your flesh, nipping at your neck as he shifts your hips into his. You shove a hand between your bodies, cupping and stroking him through his restraints.

He grits his teeth, panties are quickly pulled aside and stretched over your ass as his clothes are undone. The heat of him quickly fills your hands as he spills out of his pants. 

The crook of your neck does very little to muffle him as you stroke his hardened cock, twitching and moaning as his fingers dig into you. His hips follow your hands, using you to quell his growing impatience as you guide him to your entrance. Chests pressed together as he fucks your palm and slips between your folds. Your fingers cling around his belt loops, encouraging his hips as he slicks his length between the lips of your cunt. He hooks your legs over his arm, holding you still as you slip him inside. His head emerges from your neck, reconnecting with your lips to taste your cries. 

The spring air does nothing to cool your flushed bodies. Sparks nip up your spine as he inches deeper into your velvet.  He struggling to continue his kisses as you clench around his length. Eyes fluttering open as he lifts your skirt to watch himself disappears inside you, how beautiful you take him.

Your warmth, your softness, your voice, it brings him closer to his release. The boat wobbles as Caleb’s hips begin to stutter. Caleb’s grip on you tightens, he refuses to come first, but god, is it hard to hold back. He grabs a hand full of your hair and forces your head up, groaning and rasping praise. He laughs breathlessly as you choke on your own incoherent cries.

“Almost there, baby?” He gasps, breath fanning against your skin. 

“Let me take you there.”

His pace quickens as your walls close around him. Your nails dig into his sleeve as your vision blurs, the knot in your belly swelling as your hips collide. His face is tucked away in the crook of your neck, promises of devotion disrupting the tranquil chorus of birds and rippling waves.

The pressure within you snaps-- your release ripples through you, leg trembling under Caleb’s hold. He smiles against your neck as you cry out, teeth bared against your throat. His release isn’t far behind, body stiffening and melting as your walls quake around him. 

Water splashes beneath you as the current clashes with the boat’s stillness. The colors embracing the boat fade. His heartbeat steadies under your palm as the boat sinks into the water, drifting lazily along the winding river. It’s path flecked with soft golden light filtering through a canopy of willow branches, their tendrils swaying in the breeze. Petals from the blossoms he had tucked around the boat’s edges fluttered loose, dancing across the current before carried away.

The scent of him mingled with the crisp green of the riverbanks and the wildflowers surrounding you. Sunlight flickered in and out, casting your faces in warm glows and cool shadows as the pearls adorning his chest glint between your fingers. The world felt hushed around you-- the rhythmic lapping of water, the rustle of leaves overhead, and the love fully blooming in the long awaited spring.

[sevgilimsatoru]

Error 410: (Self aware!AU, Caleb Edition) Part 1

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 A/N Spin off Summary: A self aware!AU with Caleb and NonMC! reader. Tags: Caleb x reader, Caleb x NonMC! reader, Caleb x fem!reader, Stressedout!reader. Inspired by: @ittybittyfanblog Word count: 1k *"when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you"* *- Friedrich Nietzsche.*

You've heard that quote.., maybe even read it somewhere before but it didn't matter, not when your eyes were starting to ache, a slight burning sensation pulsing behind your eyelids. The only thing staring back at you were the questions in your assignment. The heels of your palm digging into your eyes, rubbing them, trying to drown out the sensation. You had work to do, upcoming tests countless assignments, projects- the dates and deadlines were already starting to blur. Maybe you should sleep. Take a little break, it wouldn't hurt to rest... The sickening feeling of guilt and shame in your gut was going to stay there- despite the efforts to try and study a little more.

It was your fault, really. You didn't do the things you should've on time, procrastinating and postponing work when you shouldn't have. Unfortunately, time never waits for anyone. A click of the power button broke the silence surrounding your room, closing your laptop. You stood up from your desk, stretching your arms over your head, the sound of bones cracking filling your ears. Slumping down on the bed felt much better- the cold sheets against your heated skin felt good, relaxing even. Your tongue darting out to lick your lips, feeling the chapped skin and the stinging sensation sparking up when the fleshy organ touched a small cut on your lip, caused by the frequent biting and pulling of the skin on your lips. A sigh left your lips, swallowing the dryness in the back of your throat. You felt thirsty, your throat felt dry.. empty but not enough to burn and that was reason enough for your mind to stop you from getting up, along with the effort it was going to take to just get yourself a glass of water. Laying against the cold sheets, your mind wandered thinking about something that might get you to sleep. Sleep was slowly becoming a foreign concept- something that happened few and far in between. Your college studies wasn't making it any better- Doing a degree in law along with criminology honors. You really were crazy to have chosen these subjects but your curiosity often went against your decisions. The need to understand and learn more about the few things that you were interested in. There was only silence surrounding you, until a small **ping!** vibrated through the room and in your ears, looking down at your phone to see a message from the game you spent so much of your time on; Love and Deep space and of course, your precious love interest, Caleb. It was almost insane how your eyes lit up when the loading screen of the game showed up. That pretty boy sitting quietly on the leather chair, asleep. A small poke on his cheek was enough for him to let out the usual autogenerated response you always heard. He was so cute, so pretty, so.. human. It was one of the reasons you liked him so much. Over every other love interest, he just felt like a person. A person you could understand- a person you could relate to. You understood why he did the things he did.

Tapping on the small chat button, Caleb was standing there- looking at you. Interacting with him was comforting in a sense. His little teasing yet sincere comments were enough to make your heart stutter. It had became routine by now, doing the daily tasks- getting gems, playing on the claw machine and the kitty cards. Yeah, maybe the kitty cards would be a good idea today. You still had one kitty card attempt left this week. Playing kitty cards with Caleb was fun to say the atleast. It was annoying how good he was at that game. You could never get three wins in a row, sometimes it made you want to punch him through the screen, affectionately of course. Just when you thought you were going to win, all it took was two cards for the whole game to be flipped in his favor. It was so frustrating. "If you keep winning, I'm not going to play with you.." You muttered to yourself, maybe you should stop talking to yourself when no one was going to reply back. "Maybe you should stop and take care of yourself if you can't even focus on the game," Caleb replied in that small text box. That was new, you hadn't seen a reply like that before.. Now that you think about it, did your MC even say anything for Caleb to reply back? Maybe you had missed it, too focused on the game, too focused on him. After miserably loosing the kitty card mini game, you decided to just chat with him by clicking on tête-à-tête. Talking about studies.. wanting to hear his comforting words but with those limited options, how could you tell about how terrible study habits, your conflicting feelings?

You felt stupid, incompetent, like a failure for not being able to complete some simple assignments but how do you tell all that to a fictional love interest in a game? It was shameful in a way, relying so much on the opinions and comforting of something that wasn't even real? It was just so weird.. how he mattered so much to you. Your thumb caressed the screen of your phone where his cheek was, as if he could feel your touch. It made a burning sensation flare up in the back your throat as the brightness of your screen burned into your retinas. Exhaustion of the day catching upto you. Your body curling up on the sheets of your bed. Yeah, maybe sleep would be better. Maybe you'd dream of him.

A/N- Hi everyone, I'm a new writer so this work might feel like really dry and dull. This is just part 1. I'm going to write more. This fic is inspired by Error 404 fanfic of @ittybittyfanblog. I hope you like it.

[trypano]

valentines LADS raf rant

Sad. Angsty. Like. It was full of miscommunications and i was kind of confused with some of the things the mc said or did. Lots of phantom of the opera connections i saw. Dark romance with angst.

Praedators reminds me of vampires with all the blood sucking and biting, but i feel like thats a “duh.”

It was like haters to lovers to hated lovers to loved haters to lovers

Anyways i think rafayel is a “id sacrifice the entire world for you” in every universe

He lost his memories but never forgot his artistic sensibilty. His sense of self is something he holds in high regards but he doesnt know what he wants (up until he met the mc). I also found out he lived in Italy. Im stupid and didnt know this until the event. He speaks multiple languages as well, hes so smart and artistic. Also I believe since he was an opera singer in this timeline, it means he could also sing very well in our current story?

I like that in every timeline theres motifs of the mc and raf loving wach other for eternity. That they will be together forever.

And in every timeline he always holds an affinity for art

And his sense of humor is very much evident in this timeline as well. Trickster.

And lastly. Raf with a mullet looks like hes in a boy band. Thats all.

[usagiumiko3]

The fishman is hereeeee🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

I think after like 70/80 wishes, but it's fine😭 at least he is here now.

[a-book-of-creatures]

Acetic acid is derived from the Latin a, meaning “without”, and cetos, meaning “whale”. This is an accurate name as whales are not usually found in vinegar.

[sevgilimsatoru]

firm believer that caleb would abuse "yes ma'am"

[syluskitten28]

THIS IS NOT MINE.. REDNOTE: http://xhslink.com/a/K0FBXOrvpj1db •THE AUTHOR ALLOWED ME TO POST THIS.•

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[independent-fics]

Now, you can take that as a gift, or you can take it as a curse. And that's up to you.

Eliot Spencer and Parker Doing the Things Others Won’t

Leverage (2008-2012)

04x01 The Long Way Down Job

05x09 The Rundown Job

[sevgilimsatoru]

Error 410: (Self Aware!AU, Caleb Edition) Part 2

Part: 1 Part: 3 Part:4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 A/N Summary: A self aware!AU with Caleb and NonMC! reader. Tags: Caleb x reader, Caleb x NonMC! reader, Caleb x fem!reader, Stressedout!reader. Hypersexual!reader Trigger warnings: Masturbation, Mentions of slight sexual themes? Disgust in response to said sexual themes? Word Count: 1k

Inspired by: @ittybittyfanblog A/N: Hi, first of all, thanks for all the support. I really appreciate each and everyone of you. The only thing that I want to keep constant with my reader or Non!Mc is that she is hypersexual. Hypersexuality: It is referred to as compulsive sexual behavior or sex addiction, It's an intense focus on sexual fantasies, urges or behaviors that can't be controlled.  I wanted my reader to be hypersexual because I feel like this is still a hush topic even in safe spaces for people who are suffering from mental illness. Hypersexuality is often a trauma response from the brain of kids who were groomed, S/Aed or just got the unfiltered internet access at a young age and saw things that they shouldn't. If you don't feel comfortable with reading it, it's alright. You can just scroll past that part and I will make sure it's not too long or too frequent but it will be present. Hope you enjoy!!

"The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison" "-Fyodor Dostoevsky"

Silence, finally. Sweet, calm silence. You never knew how much you appreciate silence until the screeching loudness of your alarm blared throughout the room.

God.., when did you even set an alarm? You were sure you had made to turn off all your alarms a few days ago. Ugh.. You slowly opened your eyes. Wanting to stop that annoying noise and sleep a little more.

But the dryness in your mouth was probably a good reminder to wake up and drink some water. You really didn't need the hassle of going to a doctor because of dehydration. Your hand reaching out to pick up your phone and shutting the damn alarm off. The noise you let out when you finally got off the bed was between a whine and a groan. Rubbing your eyes, you walked inside the kitchen. Pouring yourself a glass of water. You took a sip- the cold liquid flowing in your mouth and down your parched throat. Quickly finishing the glass of water, pouring yourself one more. The liquid dripped down your chin with how quickly you were drinking it. Like a man dying of thirst in the middle of a desert. You panted slightly, pulling a glass away from your lips, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Wow, that felt so much better.. Your mom would taunt you to death if she saw you like this. Maybe you should start taking care of yourself.. But first, you should make some breakfast- now that you thought about it.., did you have dinner last night? Opening your fridge, you were greeted with a sad sight, there was almost nothing inside except a few slices of bread, two eggs and a few vegetables along with a little more than half a carton of milk.

That was more than enough for you to feed yourself today- maybe you should ask your parents for money, stock up the fridge. Yeah, maybe.. they had insisted to pay for your expenses even after it had been a struggle to convince them that you could live on your own. Taking out the eggs and vegetables, you placed them on the kitchen counter. Running the tap water to wash the vegetables. "I can make an omelet, it'll be quick an easy," You thought, letting out a small hum. It did get lonely living alone.. Closing the tap of water, you walked over to your room, picking up your phone and unlocking it. "Omelet.. omelet.. hmm" You muttered, scrolling through your phone, opening youtube. One of the first few videos you saw was an omelet tutorial. Wow. Isn't that awfully convenient? Oh well, doesn't matter. It didn't take long for you to make the omelet, it was actually pretty good. Much better than any omelet you've made before. You still had to shower, clean up your apartment, clean the dishes, do the laundry. That was a lot of work but well, you can do all that.. slowly.

Time passed and before you knew it, it was afternoon. With a sigh, you laid down in your bed. All that work was unsurprisingly exhausting. But you had actually gotten things done, isn't that great? You deserved a pat on the back.

You scrolled through your phone- tumblr, reddit, youtube.. but there was nothing new, nothing interesting. You felt bored.., you felt empty. One of your hands slipping in between your thighs, tapping against the fabric of your sweatpants. The urge had been there all day to just.. feel good. You really didn't feel like doing it.., you had just showered, changed your clothes, done laundry. But it would feel so good..

You shouldn't..

It would feel amazing though. And that rush of dopamine would feel so great. But.. It'll be quick.. just once? You'll stop after one orgasm. Yeah, just once. Sure.. just once- it always started with just once. You couldn't help the disgust blooming in your stomach as you shoved your stained sheets and sweatpants in the washing machine.

This was gross and so were you. The high felt good.., it felt so so good. But when it was over- the feeling of nausea and disgust was enough to make you feel repulsive.

Getting yourself off wasn't a bad thing.. once, twice even three times a day wasn't bad but fuck, when you started you couldn't just stop. What the hell was wrong with you? What sort of guy would ever like a girl like you? ..Why did that even matter, who cares what sort of guy would like you. You were really loosing your mind, it was just a matter of time before you cracked, you were sure.

You sniffled, blinking away the tears that were starting to form. No. You were not going to cry over this. You wanted to do something else, anything else to stop this train of thought. Picking up your phone, you opened Love and Deepspace.

Running back to him, just like a dog. You always did run back to him for comfort ever since you first saw Caleb after installing this game. Replaying the few and far scenes he had when he first appeared in the game. Who cares what sort of guy would like you? Caleb would.. he'd like you- no matter how you were, right? He'd adore you like he adored the MC right? Yeah, like it mattered how a fictional character made of pixels in a otome game thought of you. As if it mattered more than how actual people did. You really were insane. But does that matter, if he loves you? When the game finally loaded up, Caleb looked different. Worried.. That frown on his face which you found so adorable, his eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at you. As if he cared..

"Why are you looking at me like that, Caleb?" You said, talking to yourself in your empty room, not being able to help the smile that graced your face when you saw him. But it wasn't as bright as usual.., rather tired. "I worry about you, you know..?" Caleb said with a sigh, looking at you with a hand on his hips. His words felt like he was replying back to you. Was that a new line? You didn't see anything about a new update.. How strange but you really had no complaints. Caleb walked closer to the screen, reaching his hand out like every other time when he patted the MC's head. And like a fool, you almost leaned your head forward. Like you could actually feel his touch, his warmth. Oh, the things you'd do for him to be real..

You smiled at his concern, your eyes glued to the screen, running over his worried face. "I'll be fine, pretty boy" You muttered, as if he could hear you.

I'll be fine.., as long as you are with me. Tag list: @beewilko @browneyedgirl22 @aneertawrites @etsuniiru @demon-master-zero @angstylittleb1tch @mcdepressed290 @ittybittyfanblog @winwinwrites @alifyairl @huhleighna @calebsbeanpeeler @bookworrm1999

[kawatsuu]

( @gkdeamon whitelight au) fanart AGAIN ₍^. .^₎⟆

[petermustdie]

i know BL/ind stands for better living industries but.... boy lovers industry.. yaoi industry..

[random-mars-thoughts]

is that. is that. is that a. is that a reference to.

[elasticveins]

Look alive sunshine

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Dans un monde qui peut souvent sembler accablant, il y a une vérité simple la mendicité pour survivre. In a world that can often seem overwhelming, there is a simple truth: begging to survive.