#IM FERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[019-g0thbxtch-x]

Okay but can i also suggest

The bulge in your pants to the bulge of your babies inside me

the bulge in your pants to bulge in my throat pipeline

[bootycallin]

hi period sex w vi cuz im on my period and needy <3 cw: wlw men fuck off. obviously period sex. this is messy and nasty, don’t like it don’t read it. obv blood. vi lowkey has a blood kink. lotsa titty loving. u cry a little. lowkey projecting. not proofread.

vi knows exactly when your period happens. she just does.

when your legs start aching and you complain about your chest being sore when she tries to lay on it and you’re snappier and more emotional than usual, she knows. so, of course, she takes that as a chance to spoil you. buys you a bunch of chocolate and sweets and cups or entire body with her arms when you’re sleeping.

one little problem, though, are the cramps. she herself has never really experienced them. most the time she’s just achey and sensitive, but you? you’re constantly complaining of cramps, doubling over while standing, a hand on your lower belly. you often tried to tell her, it’s just fine. but she can’t handle it. what? she’s a good girlfriend, she can’t handle seeing her baby in pain!

oh, and most of all, vi’s a sexual creature. her libido’s not insane, but it’s pretty damn high. she could’ve sworn her sex drive lowered significantly the last time she broke up with someone, but then you came around and she’s in puberty all over again.

and she couldn’t care less if you’re bleeding. they say sex relieves cramps, right?

when she starts kissing you, all tongue and teeth and spit, she’s already wet. it’s been, what, three days without sex? she should be able to handle it, but ever since she started dating you, she’s a fucking machine (no pun intended). literally anywhere. bed, couch, bathroom, kitchen island, counter, balcony. any place around the house is game to her. she claims she’s just “appreciating her treasure”, which… is she not?

her hands are roaming, squeezing and squishing any bit of soft skin, fingertips pressing into your flesh, groaning into your mouth. she’s between your legs, her torso on the lower half of your own. her hand slips under your shirt, sneaky, big palm resting on your breast and squeezing the plump flesh. it pulls a moan from you, a whimpery noise. it was pleasure that slightly mixed with pain, breasts extra sensitive and swollen—hell, vi loves it.

“vi—“ your breath hitched, just briefly pulling away to catch your breath.

“sshh.” she shushes you. her tongue peeks out from her lips to lick the seam of your own, seeking entrance and muffling the moan you let out with her own lips. her fingers squeeze, squish, thumbs running over sensitive and pebbled nipples in a way that makes you pull away from her just to throw your head back and moan.

“baby.” vi practically growled—it’s like she’s a rabid animal or something. she tugs at your nipples, relishing in the way you whine and cry. your small hands grasp at her wrists, trying to slow her down.

“vi, wait…!” you cry out. it’s too much. she’s just barely started with you and you’re almost crying—she knew you got sensitive during this time, but she didn’t know it was so much. cute.

she did stop; with a considerable amount of effort, might you add. her fingers let go of your nipples just to push your shirt up, until your pretty tits showed to her. vi’s just obsessed with how they look, pretty puffy nipples perking, shape swollen due to hormones. not that your body’s any less perfect when you’re not on your period, but she can’t help appreciating when your body changes and you look just as fucking good.

vi pressed a quick, butterfly kiss to one of your tits, kissing the other one, then down your sternum. she kissed down your tummy, lower, until she was right above your pussy. she felt like a feral animal. she swore she could smell you. it’s like her entire brain chemistry just immediately changes when she’s next to your cunt, and she immediately can only think of pushing her tongue inside you.

“vi, wait,” you stop her just as her fingers hook under your loose shorts, under the band of your panties. “you know i’m—“

“i don’t fucking care, princess,” vi muttered, almost sounding dangerous, she pulled your shorts down, tugging your legs up to remove them and then putting your legs over her shoulders, face to face with your cunt. you’re wet, and you have to blame it on hormones, because there’s no way you can get this wet thinking of your girlfriend eating you out while you—

you can’t really complain because she was quickly pulling your panties to the side, pressing her tongue flat against your puffy, red folds with a downright pornographic moan.

your hand flew down to grab at her hair, tugging slightly. her sounds are nearly ferocious and she all but rips your panties off of your body. her tongue is quick, licking and lapping up blood and juices alike now without a pad covering it. it's nasty. messy and so fucking good.

"sh-shii— viii..." you drag her name out, a near sob ripping form your throat. she's not listening, drunk on how you taste. blood covers her lips, and she couldn’t give less of a fuck. she just laps it up like some sort of messier vampire, almost embarrassing enthusiasm. hungry, savoring the metallic taste that’s coyingly sweet to her, shoving her tongue into your slick home and holding your thighs open as they try to close around her on instinct.

shit, she’s not stopping anytime soon. not until you’re melting and all she can taste is you.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 © bootycallin on tumblr. do not copy, translate or cross post without permission. ᛝ

[69mossytrashcat69]

So.... Im currently reading The Price of the Phoenix......... Does something else happens or is it just Spock going like this

[waterfallofspace]

picture with me, if you will–

out in some social situation with a partner who knows, when suddenly they feel the need to sneeze

and well, they want to be respectful, don't want to make you uncomfortable out in public, in front of people, so they hold it back, thinking they can just starve it off long enough to get a bit of privacy...

little do they realize that- their nostrils flaring against the finger/palm they're rubbing against their twitching nose, the desperate hitching and false starts that keep their eyes watering and unfocused, how their voice pitches as they try to speak, how they have to switch from just rubbing to fully pinching their nose,

-well it's driving you crazy way more than a single sneeze ever would have, especially since you know them, and now that they've taunted it, what could have been a one off now can't be anything less than a full fit

[littleshark827]

woah

road trip

synopsis: you get revenge on caleb during his graduation trip.

tags: nsfw (mdni), semi-public sex, dry humping, caleb fucks around (figuratively) and finds out, caleb/mc are intimate before homecoming wings, caleb whimpers, caleb wheezes, caleb begs, caleb is pathetic, caleb comes in his pants while mc ignores him  pairing: caleb x reader, reader is mc but uses y/n word count: 968

a/n: i literally got up at 8 am on a sunday to write this i am not well 

As excited as you’d been to commemorate Caleb's last year of college, his graduation trip to the aerospace museum was off to a rocky start. 

Last night, he’d suddenly shut down your plans to celebrate your friend’s birthday before you went out of town, joining his friends’ road trip as his plus-one. He’d said you needed to get some rest before your 8-hour journey, but with the way his eyes went wide and nostrils flared when he saw your outfit, you knew that wasn’t the only reason. 

You’d spent the rest of the night and the next morning angry, and it only got worse when Caleb’s friends came to pick you up. One extra person had decided to come last-minute, meaning there weren’t enough seats for all of you, no matter how tightly you squeezed together. 

As the closest pair in the group, you were forced to sit on Caleb's lap. You’d seethed in unprecedented indignation as he guided you down on him, the scowl on your face widening the smirk on his. 

An hour into the drive, you’re still staring out the window in rage, Caleb's arms secured tightly around you, when you realize something. You know this route. You’d traveled it a couple years prior for your senior trip in high school on the way to some world-renowned aquarium. 

At your realization, your frustration turns into opportunity. The roads on this route are a pothole-ridden nightmare from years of government neglect, and you’re going to use this intel to make Caleb pay. 

Discreetly, you slide yourself further back on his legs, positioning your ass right over his crotch. You conceal your movements through a conversation with Gideon’s girlfriend that you bring to an abrupt end once you’re settled. It’s time for your game to begin. 

At first, you’re subtle. Matching the rhythm of the bumpy ride, you lightly jostle in Caleb’s hold, feeling his fingers flex around your waist. 

“Careful, pipsqueak,” he murmurs in warning. “Wouldn’t want you sliding off.” 

You don’t respond. Your earlier anger is the perfect excuse not to acknowledge him through this entire thing, and you silently bless your short temper. He’s going to unravel with your back turned, you facing forward, your eyes on everything but him. 

When the car hits a small pothole, you lean back into him, “innocently” grinding your ass into his crotch. Immediately, Caleb wheezes behind you, almost concussing both of you the way he falls forward in shock. 

“What are you doing,” he hisses when he recovers, his words more an admonishment than a question. 

Resolutely, you pay him no mind, striking up a group discussion about the museum. What kinds of planes do they have there? How big is it? Have any of you ever been? And all the while, you continue tormenting the man beneath you, using the cavities of the road to assist. 

On one particularly sharp turn, you grind your hips into him a little harder, feeling the outline of his bulge between your legs. At this point, Caleb has caught on. Taking heaving breaths, he leans into your shoulder with a soft groan, muttering, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. Not here, please.”

As he whispers into your ear, his absence from the larger conversation takes center stage. “You alright back there, Caleb?” Gideon calls from the driver’s seat. “Need any water? A/C?” 

“I’m fine,” Caleb grits out, barely managing to mask his grunt. 

Smiling to yourself, you adjust on his lap as you peer through the windshield, taking in the busy scene ahead of you. There’s some kind of festival going on, it seems, and half the street is blocked by a colorful array of vehicles. The lack of space forces Gideon’s full-size SUV onto the gravelly edge of the road.

Perfect, you think. Time for the grand finale. 

Bracing your hands on Caleb's thighs for support, you let the rest of your body go limp, leaving yourself completely at the mercy of the rocks ruining Gideon’s paint job. Up and down, up and down, up and down you went, virtually bouncing on Caleb’s growing erection. 

“Please,” he whimpers into your ear, not daring to speak above a whisper. Another bounce, and his hands are grasping at your hips while he throws his head back, jaw clenched shut. 

Dutifully, you ignore his cries and your own sticky arousal, refusing to falter until you get what you want. 

As he grows even harder beneath you, Caleb’s pleas grow more frantic. “Y/N, please. I-I’m sorry for last night, just—please. Fuck, please,” he stammers, a tremor in his voice. 

Just as the final plea leaves his mouth, an especially deep pothole throws you from his lap and a few inches into the air. A second later, gravity sends you crashing back down onto his aching, straining cock, and you feel it. Caleb comes hard, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes closing in a mix of ecstasy and shame. To avoid suspicion, he buries his face into your shoulder while he rides out the rest of his high, pitiful whimpers and groans drowned out by the chords of cheerful pop songs on the radio. 

Reveling in the way Caleb’s whines vibrate through your skin, you turn your head slowly, checking your reflections in the rear-view mirror. When the coast is clear, you press a soft, teasing kiss to his hair, to which he twitches under you.

You’re filled with a wicked, awful glee, but you keep your face a mask of nonchalance as you call out, “Hey Gideon, can we stop at a gas station soon? I need to freshen up.”

For the rest of the trip, the Caleb who’d been so proud to forbid you from going out couldn’t meet your gaze, flushing crimson every time he saw you. 

[salvatoreloml]

THE BIGGEST PUPPY EYES ON THE PLANET 😩❤️❤️❤️❤️

I NEED HIM

I would give you the world mgg😫

[theereina]

I want to use his precum as lip gloss. Is that too much?💦👄👅

Signed, Reina

[almaprincess66]

Hey OP why did you make Austria more hot?

He Does NOT Need to look like that! He was hot before! Now people (me) will just explode

more of these guys but i draw them how i want

[blorbo-images]

[dollsghost]

The things I would do to sit in between ghosts legs while he pets my hair and coos at me…

you actually have No idea how often i daydream about this exact scenario. at least 8 times a week and im not kidding either :-)

sometimes i think about it in a mean, kidnapper way lol. like him forcefully gathering me up and holding me tight with an arm banded around my waist to quell my trembling and sobbing, ,,, him rumbling in what He thinks is a soothing manner, like im some feral puppy or kitten that needs to be tamed (i may or may not piss myself right in his lap!!!!!!)

ORRRR!!!

when ive had a bad day and the only thing that i Know wld fix me is being in this mans arms 😭 maybe ive been a little snappy and snarky with him all day and at first he let it slide ,, but after the third time he just snatches me up and coos (a bit condescendingly ... i dont think he cld coo Without being a bit of an ass about it) abt how if i wanted his attention i shouldve jus' asked. prick!!!!

[poisonf0rest]

Im going to add on to Feral Raf in heat here-

How in the world is MC going to explain a sudden week absence to the Hunters Association? That's she is sick? Being out so long would make it so she needed to go see a doctor, wouldn't it?

Cue her having to call and explain this INSANE scenario to Zayne to try and get him to help her. Maybe he even shows up to the Studio, demanding answers- demanding to check on her. THE TENSION! THE ANGST POTENTIAL! (THE THREESOME WITH EXTREMELY POSSESIVE RAF?!?!?! OR OR OR SOMEONE WITH A *UNIQUE* PIECE OF ANATOMY THAT COULD MAYBE HELP HIM OUT TOO?!)

Im totally adding in this thought for my own Rafayel Heat fic but I needed to share it!

Im so obsessed with Rafayel in all forms. It's totally normal.

MHMMM LOVE LET ME KISS YOUR BRAIN~

Oh she absolutely has to take the week off— she’s not going to be able to escape Rafayel’s grasp let alone walk well enough to fight. I’d imagine MC has enough foresight to coincidentally take this week off for PTO lmao, but the off chance she doesn’t she’s going to have to submit some… interesting labwork in to prove she really is incapacitated.

OH ZAYNE WOULD FORCE YOU TO HAVE A CHECK UP. Honestly this comes from the— still pending— Zayne and Sylus fic, but he’d be pissed at the damage Raf accidentally caused on your body. Definitely cue Zayne offering to step in to give you a break and maybe be a little rougher than usual to punish Raf just a bit.

Safe to say it ends with all three of you in the bed.

[mrswrightreal]

DID I SEE U ASK FOR EJ REQUESTS? heh.. ej x bratty/feral reader where he bends reader over his work desk and FREAKS THE HEELLLLL

- beloved masky anon 💖

yayayay ej is my long lost love hehe also i have been in the hospital LOL sorry im trying to get what i can out, a semi truck took the entire front off my car and the one thing i requested my sister to bring was my laptop so i can write for yall so hip hip hoooray! so im sorry dis is a bit short

eyless jack x brat!reader

warnings: explicit content sexually, nsfw, p in v, unprotected sex (hes a demon so idk), vaginal fingering, brat taming, spanking/hitting?, drooling, creampie, lazy, petnames, rough sex

folded.

you were nestled into jack's lap, arms wrapped around his neck and knees propped at his sides. he was trying to get a few things of work done, but you insisted on sticking to him, pawing and pleading to get your way. he finally gave in, letting you crawl into him. one condition though, you were not allowed to move your hips.

and just like a child, you go for what you were said no to. occasionally, you would grind your hips against his, feeling his half hardened cock bump against your clit. his hands would bruise into your waist, giving you a formal warning before you claimed 'i was just getting comfortable'

but the more and more restless you became, the more and more brutal his grip tightened. one hand rested in the dip above your hipbone, while the other scribbled against whatever paper work he was getting done. you rested your face into the side of his neck, licking and sucking slightly before he shoved you away.

you whined and clawed at him, backing up and constantly trying to pull his attention to you. once he was fed up, he set his pen down and lifted you with ease, dropping you to the ground.

"wanna act like a greedy pet, you'll be treated like one" he scowled, scooting his chair in just so his stomach was flush with the desk. this left you no room to protest his antics.

you were left pouting on the floor, bottom lip flipping outwards and pathetic pleas falling to deaf ears. you finally stood up, looming over his shoulders to try and get a peak at what he was doing, but he always waved you away. so when you got tired, you walked away, ignoring him for the rest of the night.

he never moved, not even once, late hours into the night and he was still perched over that desk like a vulture and fresh meat. it made your jaw clench and teeth grind, what was so much more important than his girl? certainly no paper, that was.

so you got into one of your most revealing outfits, and patted around the house, doing random cleaning or cooking tasks that were never fulfilled throughout the day. then when you made it to jack's office, you purposely bent over a little farther than normal when picking up a loose piece of paper, or got your plump tits a little to close to his face while dusting a shelf above his desk.

he couldnt hold back, fingers digging into the plastic of his pen and stomach growling. "cut it out" he breathed, snapping his neck in your direction.

"hm, cut what out? im just cleaning?" you inquired innocently, leaning back upright and looking down at him. he eyed you like prey, the way your perky nipples stuck out of the fabric of your tank top, and bottom part of you ass flooding through your shorts so perfectly.

"you know damn well what youre doing, i know youre smarter than that" he mumbled, trying to turn his head back to his work and shake off that feeling of your doe like eyes burning into his faux skin.

"im not doing anything, jacky" you cooed, walking closer and rubbing soft circles into his tense shoulder. "youre overreacting, just work" you said, pressing a warm kiss to the side of his neck, right behind his ear.

and he did just that. finally succeeding at ignoring you. which ticked you off in all the wrong and right places. how could he never pay any attention to you? always sucked into whatever he was doing at the moment, it drove you absolutely wild.

so you reverted to being straightforward, climbing over the chair and settling back in his lap. but this time, you towered over him, hungry eyes looming into his gooping sockets. he sighed and slammed his pen down against the wood of his desk, leading his hands to rest at the curve of your ass.

"what do you want? havent i made it plenty clear that i-" you cut him off with a hand shoved to his lips.

"and havent i made it clear that i want- no- need you now?" you whined, grinding down onto his lap even harder than before. the friction against your core leaving you shivering.

his lips pulled back, his razor sharp teeth digging into the flesh of your palm. you yelped, bringing your hand back and shaking it free of the pain. this allowed him to reach up and grab at both of your wrists, holding them in place.

"fucking impatient little thing, arent you?" he growled, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair, "cant wait for me?" he asked, a pathetic scoff leaving his tongue.

you could feel the way you grew excited from his sharp tone, pupils blowing wide and head leaning down to kiss him. but he only shoved you away, watching the way your face dropped. you squirmed in spot, whining and pleading for him to let you go and make him feel good, but he had other plans for you tonight.

"well, i suppose the work can wait, since someone needs me so bad" he sighed, and in a swift move, he had you flipped around, back arched and tits smashed against his desk.

he had a perfect view of the way your ass fell from the hem of your shorts, barely covering your slick cunt. he sat back in his chair, making sure to reach far enough and hold your hands behind your back with his singular one.

"jack- please" you begged, drooling over the reports he had just finished filing.

he lifted his hand and cracked it down on your ass cheek, making you jump and whimper. "ill take my time with you, isnt that what you want? my undivided attention, pet? well now you have it, and youre gonna take it" he warned, running a claw under your shorts and pulling them to the side.

the cool air of his office hit your leaking pussy quickly, hips swaying and trying to push closer to jacks fingers. that only led to another slap against your now bare ass, your cries giving him the satisfaction he needed to continue. he retracted his claw, swiping his finger slowly through your juices and circling around your puffy clit.

"hmmph! fuck jack- want more" you begged, hips bucking and twitching against his desk and tears brimming at your eyes.

"hmm? someones ungrateful" he scoffed again, plunging his finger in with no warning. he watched the way your cunt sucked at his finger, barely giving him room to pump in and out you, "fuck, shes so wet and greedy" he chuckled lowly, adding in another finger and shoving it into your hole.

"yes! right there-" you moaned, nerves prickling up at the way his fingers curled inside of you.

he felt the way your cunt squeezed his digits, leaving you to gush and pour slick right into his palm. he abruptly tore his fingers from you, lifting them to his freakishly long tongue and licking them clean.

"she even tastes greedy today" he hummed, pulling a claw out and tearing a streak through your shorts and letting them fall to the groun.

"hey! those were-" you cried out, trying to sit up but his hand pushed the center of your back down with a slam.

"shut up, ill buy you new ones" jack muttered, using one hand to pull down his sweats and boxers.

his cock was hard and heavy, weighing itself down and prodding at the plush of your asscheek. he gripped his length, cursing as he gave himself a few pitiful pumps before sliding it through your sticky folds. he made sure to rut against your warm cunt, circling his tip around your clit, getting him ready to push through your walls.

" just fuck me already!" you croaked out, pushing back against him and bracing your hands against the edge of his desk.

he stopped every motion, allowing you to wiggle against his aching cock as much as youd like. "since when have i ever let you tell me what to do?" he sneered, claws lightly dragging down your back, "yknow, brats dont usually get their way, and im starting to see a pattern within you" he explained lowly, sliding his hands under your shirt and gripping at your tits.

"please- i cant- cant wait anymore!" you pleaded, craning your neck over your shoulder to get a good look at his looming figure.

the size difference between you two was quite literally unfathomable. he was tall and lean, like, inhumane. well of course, he was a kidney eating demonic figure, so of course it was strange. but it gave you all kinds of perks, he was always the big spoon, always had to do tasks that were too high for you, and his dick was larger than any of your holes to take.

he grew tired of your pathetic whines and moans a long time ago, so he fell through with his plans and decided to line himself up with your sopping hole. he saw the way your face lit up with excitement, you have been waiting all night for this singular moment, and you would finally have it.

he cupped your tits harshly, before slamming into without warning. and he never let up, pulling completely out and pushing back into you with ease. your cunt sucked him completely dry, his tip pushing past your cervix and definitely leaving it to bruise later. the shaking of his desk was loud, a few pens and pencils flying off, but he didnt care, he was doing this for his benefit, and to get you to shut up.

"wait- ah- jack -- that that - it hurts!" you sputtered out, tears spilling down your face and onto his papers as he fucked you into oblivion.

he didnt respond, only looked down at his shining cock, the way it pushed in and out of you with the lewd slapping of skin on skin. he was so fixated on the way your cunt begged and cried for him, and not the way you did.

"this finally gonna get you to stop whining for me? cant take it when you asked for it?" he asked boredly, sliding his hands down to grip your hips, talons digging into your flesh.

you couldnt speak, the lump in your throat growing as you sobbed out, hands flailing to keep yourself at bay while your body jerked around. you felt your gut twist, the way he plummeted into your body making you drool and twitch. you squeezed him extra hard, signaling that you were so close.

he could see it in the way your eyes rolled back and back arched. your fingers braced against the desk, trying to stop yourself from shaking too much. but he fucked you too hard, too rough, too good. he could tell that you were close to your release, so he continued his pace, leaning over and biting into the muscle of your shoulder.

you yelped, cunt fluttering around his abusive strokes as you came around him. but that was no reason for him to stop, he hadnt reached his own high. but the way your hole spasmed around him, oh he was growing near. his grip was piercing, holding your squirming form as he continued to pound into your overstimulated cunt.

"fuck- coming - gonna fill you nice and full-" he muttered, hips faltering and seed spilling through your womb.

he pushed all the way inside, letting his cum spill out of your hole and around him. your legs were shaking, mind blank and drool falling down your cheeks. he picked you up by your hair, and sat down in his chair. he left himself inside of your gushing cunt, scooting his chair in and reaching around your slumped body.

"you can wait till im finished with these to get up" he whispered, kissing your cheek and allowing you to fall asleep against him, your swollen pussy still leaking his fluids down his cock.

it took him a while into the early morning hours to finish, before lifting you off in one swift motion and carrying you to bed. he didnt mind the mess he made of you, he would just be the one to clean it in the morning. and probably make it again while trying to clean it.

but after that night, you made sure to wait your turn, and that got you a better result that prior ones.

[zeel-zzz]

moonwater is taking over my brain

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

im going feral over these two you don't even get it

[servinny]

sxf chapter 112.2 spoilers

im starting to get some serious komi can’t communicate deja vu here (from the whole 12 episodes i watched) glad anya is back to herself here considering her shyness in the last chapter, seems she enjoys being ‘starlight anya’ ^^

also love that all the kids at eden just now assume after the damian + bus incidents that anya is an absolutely feral child (they are correct)

case and point #1

and more lore! seems as though septevia is somewhat less developed than westalis/ostania (castle walls, i assume an autocratic monarch from the way he speaks). i hope we see more of septevia outside of these chapter (possibly a mention from loid? id love to see how other countries think about the westalis/ostania conflict)

case and point #2

love the end to this chapter; both becky’s shock at anya as well as damian’s; what a good cliffhanger in terms of seeing how this will affect plan b and the two’s relationship

if only i could have written this yesterday for the writeathon i was apart of 😭 i especially loved the facial expressions endo did here (couldn’t show them all but anya’s feral face should be enough lol), see you all in 2 weeks 👋

[huxhsz]

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sa'yo

— synopsis: caleb is that guy—top student, basketball varsity star, and the campus crush™. everyone either wants to be him or be with him. but despite all that, he’s got exactly one soft spot: you. his childhood friend, his top 2 rival, and apparently, the only person whose water bottle he steals after every game like it’s a normal thing. (it’s not. the entire school is losing their minds. you included.) [i don't even know if this has a clear storyline lol]

— note/s: guys can u tell im failing filipino 💔i love reading filo aus but oml i cannot write them properly... anyways if anythings wrong here uhh just know that i suck at filipino and know nothing abt basketball.. also wrote this while listening to sa'yo by silent sanctuary. i js wrote this for fun so... idk i might actually write more filo caleb BUT IDK. also ignore the time HAHA im physically incapable of writing fluff im so sorry gang

"tagal mo, pipsqueak," he mutters, falling into step beside you.

you roll your eyes. "di mo naman kailangang hintayin ako, y’know."

"hindi kita hinihintay," he deadpans. "nagkataon lang na wala akong choice."

you scoff, but before you can respond, he suddenly nudges your shoulder. "manood ka bukas," he says, and you already know what he's talking about.

you raise an eyebrow. "bakit, kailangan mo ng lucky charm?"

caleb smirks. "no. pero baka mawalan ako ng gana maglaro ‘pag wala ka sa bleachers."

—

the gym is packed, the air thick with heat and anticipation. the entire school seems to be crammed into the bleachers, screaming at the top of their lungs as the varsity team dominates the court. and leading them, of course, is caleb.

top student, top athlete, top campus crush. basically, everyone’s favorite.

you, on the other hand, are just here because you got dragged along by your friends. not that you mind watching the game—you’ve been watching caleb play since you were kids. it’s just funny seeing everyone go feral over someone you used to see trip over his own shoelaces.

he’s in the zone, eyes locked on the ball, muscles tense as he fakes out a defender before making a perfect jump shot. the crowd erupts, chanting his name.

"CAL-EB! CAL-EB!"

tara elbows you. "girl, bakit ka ang chill lang? kung ibang babae ‘yan, himatay na sa kilig."

you roll your eyes. "it’s just caleb. ano bang bago?"

gideon snickers behind you. "psh. easy to say ‘pag ikaw lang ‘yung paborito niyang abalahin."

you’re about to argue, but the halftime buzzer rings. the team jogs to the sidelines, drenched in sweat, and caleb, of course, heads straight toward you.

you don’t even flinch when he grabs the water bottle from your hands, unscrews the cap, and takes a long drink—like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"did he just—" "that’s her water, right?" "WILD. wala man lang hesitation?"

tara stares at you. "girl."

"what?" you say flatly, pretending you don’t notice the way everyone’s staring.

caleb hands the bottle back to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "thanks, pipsqueak."

"you have your own water," you say, unimpressed.

he shrugs. "’di masarap ‘yung sa akin."

tara makes a choked noise beside you.

gideon just laughs, shaking his head. "grabe ka talaga, man."

caleb doesn’t acknowledge it. he just reaches over and ruffles your hair like he didn’t just indirectly kiss you in front of half the school.

"cheer ka louder sa second half," he says, grinning. "para 'di ako tamarin."

[thatbird-fromrio]

Oh pirate luke may be bringing back my jack sparrow crush dear lord

i’m sorry but pirate au with luke castellan is a vision that’s a little too clear

luke is a pirate, yes, but he’s not the bloodthirsty kind. he’s calculating, charming, and dangerously persuasive. he’d rather outsmart than overpower.

pirate!luke has a ridiculous bounty on his head. posters of his face are everywhere, but they never get his nose right. it pisses him off.

has a personal vendetta against the navy (or some powerful fleet) but plays it off like it’s nothing. you get the feeling it’s deeply personal.

his crew is loyal to him, not just because he’s a good captain, but because he genuinely cares for them. he takes care of his people.

he doesn’t just steal gold—he also steals information. he knows every trade route, every weak spot in the navy’s defences, every captain’s dirty little secret.

always has a backup plan. or three.

if he touches something, he’s stealing it. doesn’t matter if it’s valuable or not. you’ve caught him pocketing a fancy spoon just to prove he could.

pirate!luke is insanely good at getting out of trouble—except, for that one time, when he was tied to you on an enemy ship about to be thrown into the sea. but you guys pretend that never actually happened.

but there was always a before and after that incident.

before; the two of you had never worked with each other. you usually worked for some opposing group (but then again, who was not against whatever luke was doing?)

you’ve crossed paths way too many times, sometimes fighting, sometimes begrudgingly working together.

he flirts even when you’re trying to kill him.

you think he’s reckless. he thinks you’re too stubborn for your own good. you both might be right.

when you get captured together, he’s still smug about it. even when you’re tied up at the plank together, about to be dumped into the ocean to become shark food.

he has a scar on his face—you have no idea where it came from, but you find yourself tracing it absentmindedly one night before he catches your wrist.

pirate!luke can’t tie knots for shit. someone else on his crew does it for him. but he makes up for it by being insanely good at picking locks and his talent with a sword.

he curses in ancient greek. (and everyone finds it weird because you’re all in the middle of the caribbean)

if you ever actually beat him in a fight, he laughs, breathless, and looks at you like you hung the stars.

he has a thing for running his fingers over your pulse point. not even always in a flirty way—sometimes just thoughtful, absentminded. "still breathing? good. wouldn't want you dying on me yet."

pirate!luke is always grinning mid-fight, taunting his opponent like he has all the time in the world.

doesn’t carry just one sword. he’s got a hidden dagger strapped to his boot and another tucked in his belt, just in case. might even carry another sword on his back idk.