#basilio x reader

[blephosphorus]

Problem

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Pairing: Basilio Lupus Magnus x F!Reader

Additional Info: Spoilers for post Saint's Day, 3rd person POV, if Bas seems OOC it's because I played with the JP dub and this Basilio is JP dub Basilio so... idk what to tell you lol, reader is described as small, reader's tribe isn't specified but she is specifically not a paripus, also reader has a personality and motives, naked man/half-naked woman, p in v, unsafe sex, wrap it before you tap it guys, oral from both sides, slight size kink, creampie, breeding kink, idk I feel like Basilio would be into it, paripus man DESTROYS tribally ambiguous woman, there's a reason why his second archetype is called "destroyer"... 👅, wrote this cause I couldn't find any Basilio stuff, it's prolly bc of spoilers but it still made me sad so, if the tenses in the writing seem to go back and forth it's because English isn't my native language and I have no respect for it so don't correct me ❤️, cat Basilio supremacy, I don't CARE that his middle name is Lupus HE IS A CAT, lowkey scent kink??, also Strohl mentioned in length once, he's next btw 😈, okay so coming back here to add a note: while replaying the game i realized that basilio stays in neuras' study i think??? and the walls are see through cages with no door so either pretend that the room has solid walls and a door or that they're sleeping in a room we don't see in the game kthxbye

Summary: At the sound of her laughter, his heart skips a beat, she smiles at him, and he's gone. He's starting to get sick of rushing to the restroom every time she hugs him. Maybe it's time the paripus does something about the feelings in his heart. And dick.

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

It's not the fact that he just joined the group of people he was (unknowingly) enemies with, it's not the fact that the group aims to undo the prince's curse, and it's certainly not the fact that one of the group's goals is to kill the man he formerly served.

No, Basilio's problem is a single woman.

She was a member of Will's group before he was. He remembers her always staying close to him and Del when they were travelling together to Virga Island, how she looked at both of them with kind (and pitying?) eyes, how she volunteered to stay back to take care of Del with him despite the group's protests, how she shared her dream with him...

"I want to travel the whole world someday. Not just Euchronia, but everywhere else, too."

Seems oddly ambitious for just a lackey of Lord Louis, he thought then. Now, he thinks he understands her dream better. (And maybe, just for a moment, he wanted- in a small part of his heart- to make that dream come true with her.)

Basilio shook his head. He had better things to focus on! Like, I don't know, his shared life-or-death mission to wake up the prince and kill Louis?! But she was one of the ones who shared that mission, wasn't she? So can he really discard her from his thoughts so easily? Thinking about all this just made Basilio go in circles, so he tried not to think at all.

However, that was made significantly more difficult at night, when he held her in his arms while the both of them laid on the cushion in the small and dingy back room of the gauntlet runner that was barely able to fit the both of them.

"I don't mind," she said, "I'm quite small anyway, so surely we can both fit on the cushion!"

'Del and I could barely fit on that thing, and he was smaller than you!' he wanted to correct her, but when she looked at him with such a cute smile and those eyes... How could he possibly turn her down? So now here he is, laying with the girl who stole his heart in his arms, unable to sleep over the sound of the pounding heart in his chest. (And another kind of pounding- or, more accurately, throbbing in his pants.)

She was sleeping so soundly, peaceful and unaware that the man holding her is practically vibrating from the strength he has to use to hold himself back from burying his nose in the junction of her throat to sniff and smell her until he can't breathe anymore and all of his senses are filled with her, and her, and her, and only her.

Basilio would slap himself if his arms weren't so preoccupied with holding her. What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like an animal in heat, for God's sake! He tried his best to take a deep breath without taking her scent in, (which failed, obviously) closed his eyes, and practically forced himself to fall asleep.

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

This time, it's not warmth and a throb he feels in his heart when he sees her, but a painful squeeze.

He sees her sitting next to Strohl on the round table in the middle of the gauntlet runner (now a ship sailing through the seas between the small islands surrounding Eht Ria), rubbing her hand up and down on his back in a comforting gesture while the clemar grumbles and groans about his seasickness.

Basilio hears her asking Strohl "Do you need anything?", and feels himself frown. In the very next moment, he shakes his head, and furrows his eyebrows. What is wrong with him? Basilio has never been very good at defining emotions. He feels what he feels and expresses what he feels, simple as that. The paripus accepted the fact that he is in love with her a while ago, so does that mean that this feeling is... jealousy?

Jeez, he feels like a creep just watching the two from a corner... When he turns around to leave, he runs into the Captain (now also the prince... wacky stuff), and the young man smiles at him knowingly. Unable to decide whether to feel angry or embarrassed, Basilio storms off to be alone with his thoughts in the lounge.

Unfortunately, he misses the way Will tells her "Told you".

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

Said problem is standing in front of him right now, with a frown on her face. (Basilio ignores the fact that he really, really wants to kiss it off of her face and make her smile.)

They are standing on the front deck of the gauntlet runner, each holding a letter in their hand.

Basilio's one says:

"I have something I really need to tell you. I made sure no one is going to be on the gauntlet runner, not even Neuras, so there won't be any distractions. Please meet me on the front deck at midnight." And it was signed with her name.

When she handed him the letter she got, Basilio almost tore it in half.

It was the exact same letter, except it was signed with his name.

'They set us up..!'

She blinked in confusion. "...Who?"

Shit. He said that out loud.

Before he could try to salvage the situation the best he possibly could, it seemed like she understood what was going on.

"...Oh."

Basilio felt like his remaining sanity was trapped within the breath he was holding. What she said next completely evaporated any chance he might've had to regain it.

"Well... Do you have something you need to tell me?"

The paripus finally sighed. There was no way he would run away from this. If she rejected him, so be it. Although there was no way he could keep staying in the same room as her if that happened. He supposed he could curl up on one of the sofas in the lounge instead.

But all the feelings he thought he wanted to tell her got caught in his throat when he raised his head to look at her and their eyes met.

"I... Uh..." Basilio's tongue felt like lead in his mouth. His face felt so hot he thought he might go up in flames in the next moment.

She simply studied his face for a moment, and then smiled. She raised a hand to caress his face, which was the moment. Basilio was, at this point, in physical pain from holding back. So he decided not to anymore.

He surged forward, one of his hand shooting out to grab her waist, the other cradling the back of her head, and he smashed his lips against hers. The desperation and yearning coursing through his veins flowed down, down, down, until his pants were uncomfortably tight. Her arms coiled around his torso and held on tight, almost like she was afraid he would disappear if she let go. But it was okay, he would tell her that he wouldn't, no matter what. Whether it be with his words, or with his body.

They parted for just a moment to catch their breath. If Basilio was in a sane state of mind, he might have felt embarrassed over the fact that he was panting like a dog, but he couldn't even think about that while she was looking at him like he was the whole world.

"Basilio... I'm in love with you."

He felt like he could cry. He hid his face and his teary eyes in the crook of her neck.

"...I was waiting for you to say that."

He, in fact, was not. He basically had zero hopes of her ever reciprocating his feelings. As a paripus, he's used to being rejected in all kinds of ways. He thought that his love for her would be no different, and yet...

He lifted his head up to kiss her again, more properly this time, but her hand over his mouth stopped him.

"It's getting cold. Why don't we go inside?"

Basilio silently nodded.

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

And it's the very big one throbbing in his pants.

A problem which is made worse by the second as the love of his life, the girl he just kissed not even a minute ago, combs his hair back with her hands to leave soft yet dizzying kisses on his neck. While sitting on his lap, no less.

Basilio double, triple checked that their door was locked before doing anything, even though the letters said that not even Neuras would be on the runner tonight. But even if there was someone else here besides them, Basilio's keen ears would be able to hear them anyway.

Although, he wasn't sure how well he would be able to focus on hearing in this situation as a particularly harsh suck on the part where his neck connects to his shoulders rips an involuntary groan from his throat.

She softly laughs as she hears his tail thump between his legs on the cushion they're laying on.

"Are you getting impatient? Sorry... but I just want to savour you."

She takes one of the hands laying on her waist and brings it down to her ass. Basilio grits his teeth and squeezes, careful not to let his claws dig into her. The breathy moan that she lets out makes his cock jump so hard he almost believes that it would burst out of his pants.

"...I can't wait any longer."

Saying nothing in reply, she simply smiles and lets him flip them over. She feels her heart jump at the display of his strength, how he can always lift her like she weighs nothing. She remembers the way he smiled bashfully when she told him that he made her feel safe because of it.

Seeing Basilio on top of her like this made her extremely conscious of how small she is compared to him. She was always aware of how tall he was, but now, as he's pulling his half undone shirt over his head, she's noticing just how big he is.

She is miraculously able to hold back the whine itching at the back of her throat.

She reaches out a hand to run over the scars littering his chest, both new and old, and Basilio lets out a sigh when she grazes over one of the scars he got from the igniter experiments. He lifts one of his hands off of the cushion and lowers himself with the other so that he is laying on his elbow and so, so close to her that he can feel her uneven breaths hit his face, and grabbed the hand roaming on his chest.

Almost like snapping out of a trance, she gasped, and he smiled as he brought her hand up to kiss it. Then, he slowly parted his lips and bit down on her fingers, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel his fangs pressing down on her knuckles.

She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as Basilio let her hand go in favor of kissing her again and again, leaving her breathless.

She lightly pressed on his chest to make him pull away, and he did what she wanted, albeit reluctantly. The young woman felt slightly hypocritical for calling Basilio impatient earlier, as she felt that her patience had run out a long, long time ago, and she would die if he didn't fuck her right now.

"Basilio... please..."

Her words failed her, and she brought her hand down to tug on his pants, making his tail swish wildly behind him, although she couldn't see it with Basilio's figure engulfing her vision.

Without saying anything, the paripus stood up to discard his pants and underwear as fast as he possibly could, cursing when his tail got caught up on his belt. The sight would've made her giggle if she wasn't so painfully horny.

She could swear both pairs of her lips drooled at the sight of his cock. Almost as if on instinct, she flew up from where she was sitting, got on her knees, and took the tip of Basilio's cock into her mouth before he could stop her.

Basilio hissed and cursed as his hand involuntarily went to cradle the back of her head. He had to fight the urge to push her head down when she started sucking him.

The paripus wouldn't mind letting her do whatever she wants if this was any other instance, but every single cell in his body was screaming at him to throw her down onto the cushion where they had slept together on so many occasions and just slam into her balls deep and empty everything he has been holding back deep inside.

So he gently pulled her away from him, picked her up, and laid the both of them back down the cushion, with Basilio on top of her. Just when she thought he would finally fuck her, the paripus lowered himself until he was face to face (or more accurately, face to pussy) with her wet, dripping heat. Basilio buried his nose in her clothed pussy and took a big, shameless breath, letting her smell engulf him whole.

Unable to care about anything else anymore, Basilio utilized his claws to rip apart her undergarments and dove his tongue in her hole as soon as she was exposed. He lapped at her and shoved his tongue in until he physically couldn't anymore. Her moans and gasps fuelled his growing lust, as well as her hands gripping his hair.

Basilio took her hands in his and brought them up over to his ears. He momentarily parted from her pussy to tell her that she could hold onto them if she wanted to. He dove back in as she started to gently rub and pet his ears.

"Ah... Basilio, here..."

She tugged at his ears to bring his head up and shoved his mouth on her clit.

"Suck here."

Basilio groaned as he did as he was told. With each lick and suck his fangs would graze her and she would gasp, although the feeling only served to excite her further. The grip she had on his ears borderlined on painful as she tensed beneath the vice grip on her thighs.

"Basilio... 'M gonna cum..!"

Her words only caused him to lick her faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she threw her head back and let out a strained moan as she gushed on his mouth and tongue. Basilio thoughts it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, the sight of her making the ache in his cock unbearable.

The paripus quickly climbed back on top of her and let her taste herself on his tongue. Her breath quickened as she heard the wet sound of Basilio spreading his precum over his cock. He parted from her only slightly just so he could look into her eyes as he fisted his cock and started to push his swollen tip into her tight pussy.

Even with how wet and loose she was from her orgasm, Basilio still felt like his cock was practically being strangled by her walls. Knowing how well-endowed he was, the paripus was about to tell her to relax, but saw that her expression didn't look pained at all. In fact she looked very... impatient?

"It's okay... You can keep going. I, uh..." she stammered for a bit as Basilio stared at her with curious eyes. "I can't believe I'm about to admit this, but... I'm... used to this."

Basilio stayed silent. The implication of that was something that he did not want to think about. Thankfully, sensing his discomfort, she rushed to clarify.

"..! I didn't mean... I mean, uh... I have toys that are about your size, so..."

Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly, Basilio felt a surge of confidence course through him.

"Do you, now?" He smirked, sending a shiver down her spine. The look in his eyes was one that she saw often, when he brought down his axe on their enemies to destroy them.

"Then that means I don't have to hold back, right?" She watched his pupils expand vertically in excitement. Basilio then pulled out until only his tip was inside and slammed the entirety of his length inside her with one powerful thrust. Her hand scrambled to find purchase on any part of Basilio's body as he set an unforgiving pace with his hips.

The paripus pulled her closer until their chests were pressing against each other and buried his nose in her neck. He took a deep breath, smelling her sweat and excitement, and bit down. If she wasn't loud before, she sure as hell was now. The metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth as he kissed and lapped at the wound he inflicted, the gentle act of kindness completely contrasting with the harsh movements that drove his cock into her over and over again.

Basilio felt like he was about to lose his mind. His head fell onto the cushion below him as his thrusts became more and more sloppy.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum..!"

He was somehow still coherent enough to warn her, although it seemed more like a promise to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together.

"Inside," was the only word she was able to get out.

In a scenario where the two of them weren't absolutely out of their minds with lust clouding their judgement, they would've never even considered it. But the only thing that Basilio could picture in his head (picture, not think) was the image of her, with her belly swollen with his baby... babies? Either way, just that alone was enough to push the paripus over the edge.

Apparently, she was picturing something along the same lines as well, because her hole became impossibly tight around him as she came with a yell. Basilio slammed their hips together as he spilled inside her, the fluttering of her walls milking him for all he's worth. His ears were practically pinned to the top of his head as he let out a guttural moan at the overstimulation.

Thankfully, Basilio was able to stop himself from collapsing and knocking the wind out of her. Instead, he took her in his arms and laid the both of them on their sides, pulling out in the process. She whined in discomfort at the feeling of his cum running out of her and onto the cushion below, and he rubbed his cheek on her head in apology.

She was just about to fall asleep to the sound of his soft purring when Basilio suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed,

"Crap! We should clean up before everyone gets back!"

And her drowsiness was washed away in an instant as the two scrambled up and off of their makeshift (and now stained) bed.

Basilio Lupus Magnus had a problem.

But not anymore.

His chest vibrated with his purring as his lover sat between his legs with her back to his chest in the outdoor bath, content.

Out of the blue, she broke the comfortable silence that was built between them.

"Um... This is a just in case, but... I'm on a particularly strong contraceptive right now, so you don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything..."

Honestly, Basilio had forgotten all about that in the heat of his mind blowing orgasm, but now that she mentioned it...

"Uh, about that... I was kinda imagining what our kids would look like."

When the he realized how that sounded, it was already out of his mouth and he wanted to punch himself. He lowered his head in embarrassment as he felt his face heat up. His ears perked up when he heard her laughter.

"Maybe after we put Louis under the dirt? I mean... with the world our Captain is gonna create, our children won't have to face the discrimination that people of mixed tribes do now."

He supposed that she was right. The thought of building a family with her made his chest bloom with warmth as his purring grew louder.

But what she said next made him freeze.

"Although... All contraceptives have a chance to fail, so..."

She craned her head back to look at him.

"Wanna try and find out it's effectiveness with me?"

...And just like that, he was hard again.

[philistiniphagottini]

Nagi!!! I saw you put Metaphor Refantazio on the requests, so here I am!

(I am a little rusty, so I apologize if this is wrong)

Can I request a Drabble/One-Shot of mutual pining between Basilio and Female! Reader, please? (I don't know if the tribe needs to be specific. You can decide if it will be important)

Oh my god Deruuuuu thank you for sending an ask you are so nice, I appreciate that you've been so patient with me while I scream about this game to you. Thank you for requesting Basilio, many hugs for you he is my fave in the game <3 I got a little carried away and ended up with over 2k words lol. Reader's tribe is not specified, so you can imagine whichever one you want ^^ Thanks again for dropping by I hope you enjoy~

Reblogs/comments highly appreciated.

cw. fluff, mutual pinning, love confessions, female reader, chubby reader ((shout out to Fidelio, the begrudging wingman lmao)) Minors please do not interact

“So, who did you get into a scrap with this time, Basilio?”

The question that breezed past the plump skin of your lips made Basilio’s ears twitch in response. His ruby gaze can’t quite seem to meet your inquisitive stare as he sat in the chair across from you in the medical bay. His taller stature sunk into the chair, his shoulders hunched and spine bent as he slouched. He sniffed loudly, the scent of disinfectant making his nose itch and sit heavily on the back of his tongue every time he had to swallow. 

“It was nothing” Basilio replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “Just some new recruit running their mouth. Someone had to put them in their place.”

A soft hum stirred in your throat as you gingerly took Basilio’s hands in yours. You didn’t notice the way the hairs on his tail bristled on end at the brush of your warm skin passing over his, your delicate fingers passing over his hands as you inspected the damage. His palms were littered with callouses and healed scars, a testament that he was a fighter and knew how to handle the axe he wielded. But there were fresh scratches carved into his knuckles, some deep enough to make dots of blood bead to the surface. His knuckles were bruised and you could tell by the way his sun kissed skin swelled around those areas. You tentatively poked the tender flesh and noticed his eyebrow twitch for a brief second, a pinch forming between his brow as he bit back a small huff of pain. You couldn’t help the smile that twitched at your lips before you began patching him up.

You always patched Basilio up, even if it was a minor scrape or bruise. He usually complained about it, arguing that he was fine and didn’t need treatment. But lately, he didn’t seem to offer up even an ounce of hesitation when you grabbed him by the wrists and dragged him towards your office to bandage him up. Fidelio usually wasn’t far behind his younger brother and he joined you this time, like he always did, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the far wall next to the only exit. His eyes were sharp as he observed your interaction, staring at the side of Basilio’s head as a thought crossed his mind. He was mildly surprised that when Basilio explained the reason he was here, he omitted the part that the reason he decked the new recruit was because they just so happened to be bad mouthing you. As soon as they had made fun of your appearance and weight, Basilio had knocked their lights out. Fastest he had ever witnessed someone pass out, he reckoned. And Basilio wasn’t telling you about it? He half expected him to run his mouth like he normally did.

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, breaking Fidelio out of the stupor he was caught in as you addressed him.

“You seem awfully quite today Fidelio” you mused as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto the back of Basilio’s hands. “Something on your mind?”

Fidelio’s tongue clicked behind his teeth as he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his pants, his stance taking on a much more relaxed pose as he leaned further against the wall at his back. 

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with lass” he replied. “Just worry about fussing over Bas. Poor bugger about sprinted over here after his little tiff.”

Basilio flustered from Fidelio’s words, head whipping around to him to shoot him a half-hearted glare. “Del!” 

All Fidelio offered him was a smarmy, cat-like smile. He was well aware of Basilio’s massive, fat crush on you and he took the opportunity every now and again to tease him about said crush. Basilio threw his older brother another dirty look, silently pleading for him to shut his trap and not fluster him further. It did not matter, because being in your presence could easily flustered the Paripus, especially if you were the one. 

Your hands suddenly tightened around Basilio’s wrists as you drew them back towards you, your grip firm as they hovered just over your lap. Basilio’s head turned as well, his cheeks feeling hot as the warmth your body radiated starting seeping into his own skin.

“Hold still, Bas” you gently reprimanded. 

Basilio swallowed thickly, his bushy tail thrashing like mad behind him as he started to nod his head along to your words.

“Right. Sorry.”

He settled as you trailed your smaller hands along his and he did his best to keep still for you. He didn’t want you to accidentally nick yourself along his sharp claws. You were mindful of the talons as you started to wrap small scraps of cloth around his cuts, your movements slow and measured, like you didn’t want to cause any more discomfort for him. It was one of the reasons that Basilio had fallen head over heels for you. You were so soft, kind and warm to both he and his brother, despite them both being Paripus. You didn’t judge others on their appearance, like most others did, and you would always lend a helping hand when needed. You were a talented healer and your caring personality matched it. He couldn’t stop staring at you, at the way your lashes fluttered over the swell of your round cheeks, or the gentle purse of your plush lips as you concentrated on your task. You looked so soft. You were soft. Basilio remembered. He had picked you up once to help you reach something high up on a shelf. Despite your complaints that your plump body would be too heavy to lift, he still did it, even if just to prove you wrong. He honestly didn’t know why you had been so worried. He was strong and your weight had felt like a mere suggestion to him as he wrapped his arms around your plump waist and hoisted you up. The memory still lingered in his mind. He could taste the perfume you had worn that day in the back of his throat. He honestly did not know how he wasn’t freaking out with you touching him now. 

And little did he realise, that was your current predicament. It was hard to keep your hands steady in Basilio’s proximity. His hands were so warm. His nails were well kept despite his penchant for getting into fights. You were freaking out at how big they were. He could fit both of your tiny hands into the large palm of one of his and the thought alone was making your head feel a little dizzy. You did your best to quell the thoughts stirring in your hazy mind, tucking them back into your box of day dreams that you could fantasise with later. Basilio was your friend and you didn’t know if he even viewed you the same way. You were unsure of when your friendship started to mean something a little more to you but you had fallen for the handsome Paripus and you had fallen hard. 

After a long, drawn out silence you had finally finished patching Basilio up. With a small sigh of relief you put your tools away, a beaming smile settled on your face. 

“I’m all done” you announced. 

Basilio’s ears perked up at the sound of your cheery voice, a smile touching his lips ashis tail continued to wag happily behind him. He inspected his hands, turning them over and flexing his fingers to test the strength of his bandages. Not tight enough to cut off circulation but firm enough to hold in place. 

“You did a great job” Basilio said. “I expected no less from such a great healer.”

It was your turn to feel flustered as you shuffled around your little clinic, cheeks warm as you briefly averted your gaze. You giggled softly, twirling a stray piece of your hair around your finger before tucking it behind your ear.

“Well, I don’t know about all that…”

Basilio was standing now and you had to crane your head slightly to look up at him. 

“I mean it” Basilio insisted. “Never seen a better healer in me life. Tell her, Del.”

Fidelio gave a flippant wave of his hand. “What he said” he simply stated, agreeing with his brother’s previous statement. 

You preened under their attention, pinching another piece of hair between your fingers and twirling it around until it was curling around your digit. The Paripus brothers were nice to you. Fidelio took a longer time to warm up to you than Basilio did and his personality could still be a little prickly at times, but you knew he was appreciative every time you patched up his little brother. 

“Is there anything else you needed?” you asked. 

Basilio opened his mouth, intending to respond, but Fidelio cut him off before he could even take a breath. 

“Yeah, he’s got a case of the ‘love bug’” Fidelio piped up. “I’m afraid you’re the only one that can treat it.”

Basilio sputtered, almost biting his own tongue off as he turned on his heel towards his brother. 

“Del! Shut yer trap, would ya? Don’t put me on the spot like that!”

Fidelio’s eyes rolled so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his skull. He had been witness to you both dancing around each other for so long. He could only take so much before he just had to say something. 

“Oh belt up, Bas” Fidelio bit back. “I’m trying to help, ya twit. And that goes for you too lass.”

You blinked owlishly in surprise when Fidelio seemed to be addressing you. You tipped your head, raising a questioning brow as you hesitantly pointed to yourself. 

“Yes, you” Fidelio confirmed. “I see the way you twirl your hair every time Basilio compliments you. I know ya ain’t daft, so quit acting like it and fess up.”

Fidelio had caught you both off guard and neither of you knew how to respond. Your feelings were out in the open now and it was going to take a moment to process your thoughts. You couldn’t believe how brazen Fidelio had been with spilling your secrets like that. You figured he must have been tired watching the silly charade going on between the two of you. With a small huff Fidelio pushed himself from the wall, seeing himself out and throwing a few more words over his shoulder before promptly shutting the door behind him. 

“Sort it out between the two of you.”

Well, the cat was out of the bag. You and Basilio fell into silence for a long time. Neither of you knew what to say nor where to begin. You were still reeling from the revelation that Basilio possibly harboured the same feelings you did for him and your heart was beating so loud you could hear it beating like a drum in your ears. You and Basilio continued to awkwardly glance in each other’s direction, trying to pluck up enough courage to speak but flustering when it came time. It was Basilio that broke the silence. 

“Sorry about that” Basilio started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Del means well, please don’t sour on him.”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath as you placed your hand on your chest. You could feel your heart racing beneath your fingertips as you sifted through your head for the right words. 

“I’m not mad at him. Just…still reeling a bit, is all” you confessed. 

You took a brief pause, taking another deep breath as you steeled your resolve for what you were about to say.

“I just wanted to say-”

“I wanted to tell you-”

You and Basilio both stopped short when you realised you were speaking over the other. You felt warmth rush to your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, you go first” you said.

Basilio shook his head. “It’s alright. After you.”

“No, please. I insist. Bas.”

Basilio loved hearing his nickname on the tip of your tongue. It sounded really nice when you said it. His tail perked up and this time you noticed it. It swayed gently behind him as he faced you, eyes locked onto yours as he garnered your attention.

“Look, I quite fancy you. And I was wondering if you…well you don’t have to…but would you like to…have dinner? With me? Doesn’t have to be anything fancy. I’m pretty handy with a pan myself. What say you? Now, I won’t be offended if you decline.”

Basilio was rambling a little but you waited until he was finished, falling silent as he awaited your response in anticipation. His heart was ready to leap up into his throat as you slowly started to nod your head in agreement, his wagging more violently as you offered him a warm smile. 

“That sounds like a lovely idea. I would love to be treated to your cooking.”

Basilio felt like he was floating, head light and expression giddy as he pumped a fist in the air. Looks like he owed Fidelio a huge thank you when he next saw him. 

[metaphorwritings]

Can you do romantic headcannons with Basilio or Fidelio? If not feel free to ignore this

Metaphor Headcanons #4

Basilio :

-. "I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3

-. But seriously, Basilio is quite possibly the definition of a gentle giant around his partner!

-. This man makes sure that whenever he touches you, it's with the certainty that you won't break, because he genuinely is afraid of his size causing you any discomfort or pain

-. I like to imagine that if you go in to hold his hand, or at least, attempt to, Basilio will brush his pinky finger against yours for you to hold because he has the most absolute HORRENDOUS fear of crushing your hand

-. This applies for cuddling as well, Bas will always let you sit on top of his lap or lay down on top of him

-. He also just likes putting his arms around you. Period.

-. For example, if you are standing somewhere, performing a task on the runner or simply minding your own business, he likes to creep up behind you and slide his arms around your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder or the top of your head, AHHHHH!!!!

-. He is also a certified himbo, I don't make the rules

-. An example of this is him doing grandiose things, even on little occasions... And completely botching it somehow

-. But hey, he's putting in the effort and trying his best 😭

-. He always loves to cook for you, he loves seeing how happy you are when you eat and likes getting feedback!

-. This guy just wants to make sure that you are happy, and that includes protecting you at all costs from anything and everything

-. Even if you were a skilled fighter, I think Bas wants to protect you because he, a) doesn't want to lose you, and b) he doesn't like seeing you get hurt

-. And don't even get me STARTED when he hears people insulting you to your face/behind your back!

-. But you can always tell when he's mad : he growls and bares his fangs like a dog

-. And there is always a way to get him to calm down : Ear scratches

-. This man is like clay in your hands if you try this, a flustered mess and his tail is wagging. But he will complain.

-. "But sweetheart, they were-","Doesn't matter right now"

-. "BUT-","No buts, Basilio"

-. All in all, Basilio is a very affectionate guy and he's not afraid to show it to people that you're his.

Fidelio :

-. One word for this guy : TSUNDERE

-. If you were to show him any sign of affection in public, he would just act like he's not into it and take no notice, almost like he's annoyed

-. Hehehe - WRONG!!!

-. His tail swishes from side to side as a slight darked shade of people tints his cheeks, he's not annoyed, he's just not used to someone being given such attention

-. In private is a different story, this man is confident

-. He likes to slither his hand into yours and interlock his fingers with your if your cuddling

-. He will coil his tail around your leg when he wants to be close to you, especially after a long day and he simply just feels worn out or even jealous

-. He will tilt your chin towards him and whisper in your ear to tease you just because he can!!!

-. Now you might be asking, if he's a tsundere and untrusting of people, who made the first move? That's easy!

-. Basilio.

-. Basilio made the first move. Literally just locked the two of you in a room because the man is tired of all this tension and wants you two to kiss already and get it over with!

-. But back to Del!

-. I kinda imagine that Fidelio knows how to play violin, and because of this, I feel like he gets flustered whenever you compliment him playing.

-. He tries to brush it off, but every so often you catch him playing a little tune when he knows you are watching.

-. I can imagine during special occasions, he brings it out just for you!

-. I also kinda feel like whilst Basilio is more innocent and romantic when it comes to love, Del, in moments of privacy, is a bit of a flirt, and occasionally whispers all the things he can think of in your ear.

-. "How did I end up with such a sweet thing like you, love?", "Del stooooop..."

-. "I mean it, so sweet, in fact, I doubt I could resist a taste~","FIDELIO!!!"

-. Yeah... Good luck

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ How About An Orange? — 8:11 x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: For the unaware, oranges are a sign of love/luck in Rosso Cadere, so I had the idea of Reader giving some characters an orange because of this! It's really up to interpretation if you know the symbolism or not here. Also yes some of the characters are really hard to see unless under specific circumstances in the lore but shhh fanfic magic

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

Ryker Dublin

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Speechless initially, then you see a small blush crawl up their face

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Second-guessing everything. They only found out recently what oranges meant here- did you not know? Should they just tell you? What's the appropriate response here??? Maybe it was just for luck and they're overthinking???

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Awkwardly and bashfully thanks you while stowing it away for later, but gives you a subtle hint about not just giving them around to everyone you meet in case someone gets the wrong idea

Accardi Florentino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Genuinely very caught off guard- an orange? From you? He didn't expect such a token so suddenly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Just holds the orange cupped in his palms, silently staring at it and processing the situation before bringing himself back to the present and trying to shake off his fluster

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Offers to take you out sometime not long after receiving it and gives you one in return the next time you meet up

Juliek Octavia

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Looks at it. Then you. Then the orange again. Does a back and forth quite a few times as his face slowly gets more red

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tries very very hard to hide any signs of being embarrassed and brushes off any questions about it in a brisk but not quite as dignified as he wants it to be manner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starts store hunting the next day for a gift to give you in return, but he keeps second guessing whatever he picks because he wants it to be 'special enough'

Vittorino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His first question is if you stole this from the tree in the Basilica, already beginning to lecture you about being a thief before you gently cut him off to reassure it's from somewhere else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sort of chuckles as he looks over it and makes a comment to you about the symbolism behind it, but he accepts it nevertheless and calls you bold for handing one out to begin with

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Runs his hands over it occasionally while it stays in his possession, seeing the little grooves in the peel. He's actually really touched at the gesture, he's just terrible at admitting it

Beetle

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Informs you that he doesn't need to eat and that it would be pretty pointless of him to snack on it, but he accepts it when you offer it again

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't much hang onto the symbolism himself, but finds a bit of a charm in the notion, especially that you'd extend such kindness to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He still goes on a bit about the pragmatic side of things, but he doesn't let go of the fruit for quite a while at the same time

Dante

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eats it whole as soon as you hand it to him. Yes with the peel still on. While making direct eye contact.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thanks you for it anyways and calls it an 'offering to [his] cause'... whatever that's supposed to mean- at least he seems happy?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Begins following you around like a raccoon afterward and pops by on random visits to inquire if you have any more food on you

[crispinpata]

A bloody independence day🩸🩸🩸

Here's our Crispin and Basilio in Katipunero concept in celebration of Philippine independence day

[justanother-fanficwriter]

Trese Spinoff Part 1 (NCIA agent.) (based on the Netflix adaptation.)

Genre: Action, Adventure.

Reader Profile:

Gender: Male

Age: 25/same to Alex

Relationships: Unnamed mother, Unnamed Father, Alex/Cousin, (S/N)/sister, (B/N)/Brother), Crispin and Basilio/ adopted cousins, and five more cousins (Alex's twin and her bros) just frickin research!

11:30 Am, you were at NAIA Terminal 4, a man is asleep right at the Air Asia stand. Or is he. Your job is to frame the S.P.L.A. (Supernatural Paranormal Liberation Group) a terrorist group. You go into the airport and you need to find the profile of the person you need to frame. You can't simply ask them all, so you head to the tourist information and steal an ID. You take it to question the tourists, thank god there are only a few today. The profile you need is: Scientist, Beach, Cebu Pacific. After a few interviews, you found her. You need to get a passport to get a bag to place the dead guy on the bench in. You find the identical bag and take the name of the owner. You head to the check in and try to get the passport, you need one now. But of course, the girl behind the counter isn't stupid, she wont give a passport belonging to Linda Crisencia when you literally are a dude. You need to get that lady out of there. You bought a soda and pretend to spill it next to the counter.

"oops, sorry..."

You pretend.

"Ugh! Read signs! Bulag ka?"

You get to the computer and take the duplicate passport. As you do this, your sister powers off all cameras. You manage to get the passport and you take the similar looking bag, you take it and place the body inside, but one last touch, removing the stickers. Luckily, you always bring alcohol with you. You take the stickers off and replace the bag, you get into the van with your sister and drive off.

As you drive, your sister starts to make fun of you.

"If you were smart enough, you could've just slipped the bag away from the security without making a dumb passport."

She says annoyingly.

"At least I do things planned unlike you!"

You start trash talking and roasting each other.

You arrived at HQ where you finally head to your office. You've been secretly investigating a case about a specific person named Alexandra Trese. You believe she is your cousin as you remember your family roots involved babaylan, real ones. Not dumb-ass witch doctors. The story of your mother was that she had a brother who was a babaylan. She never mentioned any other details about that brother of hers. She said that she had no powers and her only way to be a babaylan was to learn how to do healing magic. Too bad she wasn't born with this ability. But she was smart in science, she constructed a kris knife after Sinag was created (similar to Alex's) that can control atoms and form energy and create heat and could do the same things the Sinag can. Her family didn't accept her work so she ran away and continued her work. The NCIA discovered this and with the help of the NBI, they took her in and recruited and trained her. Then she became an agent where she met my dad. She proceeded to go on and try and stop the SPLG's greatest enemy, Pado Magsakay, the Dictator president of a country called Pulau. She was killed in the operation leaving only her close friend, now my boss, to raise me and train me and my sister for an operation.

Soon I heard a terrorist group is about to attack another MRT train with aswangs. You head to the coordinates.

I stood with another bunch of agents and my sister calculated the speed and trajectory of the jump I will make to land exactly in the train windows. One mistake then we all fail this mission.

"I got the calculations!"

"Make sure that's right."

You tell her. And she frowned before side eying you.

I immediately jump off the building and I landed right in the train windows causing the windows to break. I kicked the aswangs and threw them outside the train. I held the heads of two aswangs before cymbaling their heads with each other. I grapple the other before i stab him with my kris kick him to another agent that finishes him off. Your sister took her gun and shot the aswangs. The train stops at Shaw Blvd. And I got off. I realise, Alex will show up because the lack of information regarding the attacks will lead people to relate this to the Aswang Clan.

Next morning me and other agents arrived in black cars with our suits on right at the site for the attack and i was right, Alex will be there.

"Who are these guys?"

Her short haired bodyguard asks.

"Gago! They look like the frickin men in black!"

"If you put glasses on both of you, you'll look like them."

Alex replied to her long haired bodyguard.

"Let the professionals handle this!"

I told the cops.

"Who are you!? Who do you think you are!!!"

Alex asks angrily.

"The professionals."

You reply. Before heading to the scene and start convincing everyone it's just the aswang clan. You do this to reduce panick. You head back to Alex.

"Sorry for interrupting, by the way, im (y/n)! And this is by sister (s/n)."

I say while gesturing to my sister.

"Im Alexandra Trese, an asset of the Manila police in supernatural cases. These are Crispin and-"

"Let me guess the other, its ummm... Basilio?"

"Yeah, stop by my bar sometime."

For now, thats all folks!

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

Taglist:

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[daeho-lic]

Am searching "Basilio X reader" and it only shows one Netflix thing....

I don't want the human, I want HIM

I WANNA FUCK THE DOG

Don't care if that's makes me a furry, I'm FUCKING THE DOG

[pepsiiwho]

I was not only tagged but also texted and, if you can believe it— called— to do this by @koipalm so. Here I am. Doing it. Huzzah. 

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

71! (jesus) 

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

260,293… bullshit numbers fr… 71 fics only JUST hitting 260k...

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

A quick foreword I don’t care about kudos as a system and I don't use them as a benchmark for my work at all. I suppose they transfer over easily to mean ‘likes’ but I think most ao3 readers ‘likes’ are flimsy currency. Now comments? That I can get behind.  To Be Seen (And To See)  Two Of The Worst People You Know Are Talking In Low Whispers In The Room Over Live, Laugh, Love (And Other Things Luffy Can't Eat) Acute Stress Response Touch, A Commodity We Both Lack In Spades

4) what fandoms do you write for?

My ao3 will list a lot but I’m only going to consider fandoms I actually enjoy writing for, not just one offs or gifts I got grouped into. So, having said that, my main haunts are:  Hades [1/2] (Active) Metaphor: ReFantazio (Active) Haikyuu!! Fe3h DRV3

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always. I'll respond to a backlog right now, but I feel that comments are the lifeblood of ao3. You get all this work for free and most writers only ask for one thing— recuperation. No money, no content in exchange, just a few short words of encouragement. Considering the high regard I keep commenting on, it's only right to pay that respect back in turn. Also, duh, I wanna talk about the concepts I wrote about more!!

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am too indecisive with my own work so I’m going to take the cop out answer and give one fic per fandom.  For Metaphor: ReFantazio, I Hear You Walking Even Now. It doesn’t seem sad, but to me it is a deeply upsetting piece because of the finality of it. Basilio gets this big house he’d always wanted and he’s alone. And he will never be able to enjoy the home with his brother as he wanted. Whatever. For Hades And Here It Is, Our Final Night Alive. I almost forgot about this piece because the magic of two men kissing bewitched me. But this was such a sad send off and imagining what I think might have happened with Hypnos and Melinoe. Go read it, the comments want me dead.  For Fire Emblem, To Mourn You Is To Live, Heartless. No one has read this because no one on earth gives a fuck at all about Claude Von Riegan/Igantz Victor but Im OBSESSED and I think this story is so terribly sad. These two might as well be ocs, but I think my writing shines in these somber pieces…

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Can I give a blanket answer and say porn? All my porn is pretty happy because my faves get laid…. But if that doesn’t count, uhhh… I don’t know. We’ll say my oc x canon fic because the whole concept is like, married bliss. Whole Package Baby, I Like The Way You Fit

8) do you get hate on fics?

Once or twice. I always respond in a weirdly pointed way and in both cases they’ve apologized so. Yay?

9) do you write smut?

Yes! I started for the first time a few months ago and have been unable to stop since. Hallelujah.

10) do you write crossovers?

I haven’t written any in a long time BUT I love crossovers inherently for what they are. The more indulgent the better. 

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. It was a Chainsaw Man fic. My lawyer friend got the person’s account completely nuked though, it was great. 

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I think… 4 of them? All into mandarin! How fun. 

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes I’ve worked on pieces informally with numerous writer friends of mine and more ‘officially’ (if anything on ao3 can be granted such a word) in DRV3 and MRF  

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

…This is a hard question because I feel like an ‘all time favorite’ needs to be one you continually come back to regardless of your other tastes changing….. I… probably should give this to a Danganronpa ship, but I rather not so instead I’m going to say either Claudenatz or Osalev… insane rarepairs no one gives a fuck about will do me in everytime.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. I am a chronic unfinished wip poster. Right now I am working most aggressively to finish I'll See You First, my uh, most recent long fic. But as for ‘abandoned’ titles…. Probably I Don't Like How I Look At You. It's relatively new but I still think it reads well and I’m still into the fandom so all isn’t lost.  Wait wait no, I take it all back i want to finish more then anything else my bullshit Haikyuu fic My Real Boyfriend Is Real He's Just From Moscow, Russia— Actually. I think this fic is so fucking good but I have to FINISH IT. I probably never will but the WHOLE thing is drafted out and ready to go. Just needs to be made haha. 

16) what are your writing strengths?

Uh. I truly think I’m good at everything, generally, and infallible. I'm gods gift to man, and reader, so it isn't easy to pick ONE thing I'm strong with.... But of all my strengths, of which there are many, I’m most proud of my character work and ability to convey setting and tone. You’ll never say my work bores, I know that for dance sure. 

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Quantity. I struggle with filling word counts. I don’t write a lot. I want to write more. 

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think more often then not it doesn’t land and just reads as an amateur writing decision. Generally, when writing character who speak different languages (fictional or otherwise) I think it's more efficient and readable to just put something to the effect of “[name] begins speaking quickly in [language], the words sounding [description] to his ears” If the point of view character wouldn’t understand it, I don’t see why we as the audience should either.  Past that, a worse crime if you ask me— it breaks immersion badly. In fic especially, I’m never going to open google translate to get the full meaning of what you wrote and if you’re going to translate why even write it like that?  This is for all languages btw, if you write in japanese I don’t think your character should start speaking spanish and suddenly I see a totally different character alphabet. This feels like a holdover from visual media though. Webcomics, animation, shit like that. This is opinion, of course, but if you do this think about why and what effect it has on the work.

19) first fandom you wrote for?

Personally? Sailor Moon. Publicly? AOT. 

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

I cannot possibly answer this. Theres so many variables that go into making a piece a ‘favourite’... I genuinely don’t know.  Anything under my ao3 account is a fic I adore. I delete fics the moment they don’t inspire joy in me haha. Sorry. 

Uhh, sharing the wealth. @quill-and-paper-cranes , @grayvamp @antelopunny @freya-faust okay now YOU guys do it.

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Fanfic idea (Crispin x reader x Basilio)

Team Trese has been invited to an Island resort near the coast of Manila. With what seems to be a chance for a long-needed vacation turns into an investigation surrounding the murders of both the owner and one of the groundskeepers. With the help of the wind girls, they were introduced to a person that might help with the mystery surrounding their untimely deaths. But how can anyone focus on the task at hand, when both of the twins are too busy vying for the attention of a fisherman’s daughter? And Alexandra still seems to be shaken from the events of Talagbusao’s failed take-over.

idk if i should write it considering I'm still in the middle of exams but I just wanted to post this before I forget about it.

[smolla-than-a-bug]

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—crispin and basilio x reader

you promised alexandra you’d be back home by two in the morning, but the violent ringing of your phone is quickly forgotten when you end up locked in a bathroom with the two demigods

navi | trese m.list | clubbing with crispin and basilio

content — fem!reader, nsfw, smut, swearing, alcohol, threesome, blood, choking, oral, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia and spanking, unprotected seggs, conyo boys everywhere

notes — putangina .

You're well aware that you're in the middle of investigating an ongoing case, but to be fair, you've all been working nonstop for a week. You'd go to bed just as the sun's about to show, feeling drained of all energy, and then you'd be dragged out of bed by none other than Alexandra herself around an hour later feeling even more exhausted. You'd be lucky to even have an extra thirty minutes with her as the boss.

Luckily, you were able to get a break out of her with the help of the twins. It only took countless hours of relentless begging and appealing to her throughout the duration of the day. You suspected that she already had her mind made up once the idea was proposed yet decided to fuck with you all anyway, just to make things more difficult. Either way, the week's worth of treating her to lunch beats doing laundry in her place. R.I.P. Crispin, should have gone for the dishes instead because now he has to deal with Basilio's deadly underwear.

But all worries for the following days were completely eradicated once the day was over as you immediately found yourselves lost in a club you can't remember the name of somewhere in Makati.

The loud music flows through your body, and you’re dancing without a care in the world. Your body moves on its own accord. It’s hot even for you, leaving you briefly wondering how the twins were doing in their suits since they hadn't bothered changing attire.

Speaking of the twins, where'd they even go? You swear they were literally just there with you. You entered the place together not even two minutes ago, and you've already lost sight of one other... Unless you didn't actually enter together and you just mistook someone else for one of the brothers? What if you left Basilio in the other bar? Or in the one before that? Oh well, he'll catch up eventually. If he doesn't, you'll just resort to seeing whether he actually got back home tomorrow when you wake up. It's his fault for lagging behind anyway.

Mindlessly, you laugh to yourself. The night is too young to already be thinking of going home and getting back to work. Tonight was supposed to be for letting yourself get loose! Your eyesight right now is a little too clear for your liking, so you make your way to the bar area, stumbling over your heels and bumping into all kinds of sweaty folks in the way. This, of course, lead to you accidentally knocking elbows with some guy seated at the bar with his friends.

"Oh fuck, sorry."

When he turned around to face you, you internally swore. The guy really had to not be just some guy but a cute guy. Some luck you had.

It was later made known to you that you had actually spoken your thoughts out loud when he laughed. "I think you're cute too!"

Feeling hotter by the minute, you quickly averted your eyes waved at the bartender. You tried not to acknowledge the cute guy anymore by leaning on the table and looking anywhere but in his general direction while you waited for your drink to be served. But unfortunately, it seemed all your supply of good luck was sucked out dry the moment you asked Alexandra for a break.

"Hey, I'm Tano by the way."

The gods must have it out for you, you think.

Right as 'Tano' introduced himself to you, the bartender came back with your drink of choice. Obviously, you tried to fix your composure by chugging the entire thing. Then you smiled at Tano before giving him your own name. "Y/N, nice to meet you."

He shook your hand, and you genuinely couldn't tell if he made that gesture sincerely or ironically with the mirth in his expression. Or actually, maybe that was just because you had previously made a fool of yourself in front of him. Jesus, you encounter one attractive stranger then completely forget how to function.

"So," he copied your pose and rested his thick arms atop the bar. "Did you come here alone or..."'

"Oh, no! Actually, I came here with a few friends. No idea where they are right now, though."

"Ahh gege (okay, okay), I see." He thought for a moment. You were left to awkwardly chuckle in his presence. You ordered another drink from the bartender, fully intending to abandon the bar for the dance floor once you've had your fill. Then, "I guess I'll keep you company for the time being then."

You kept light conversation with Tano while sipping on your drink. He was a pretty chill dude and really nice too! The best part was that you were about the same age, so you were able to talk about your common interests really smoothly. It wasn't awkward at all conversing with him considering how you'd initially, and quite literally, bumped into one another.

You checked your phone for the time. 1:27 AM, it read. Realizing you’d have to head back home in a bit, you decided you wanted to end your night of fun out on the dance floor. Not wanting to be by yourself in the mob of drunken, mindless party-goers, you invited him to dance with you, to which he didn't even take a second to hesitate before agreeing and allowing you to pull him along into the sea of sweaty bodies.

You weaved your way through the crowd until you found a spot you were happy with in the middle of everyone, not too far away from the DJ's stage. Your body automatically moved to the music. Dancing was always something you never had to think about since you just let your body flow and let the rhythm of the music naturally take over. The sensation was freeing, to say the least, from the career you worked where constant critical thinking and calculated movement was required.

You felt Tano behind you mirroring your moves with one hand rested on your hips. The contact you currently had wasn't enough for you, though, as you felt yourself feeling much farther away from everyone around you than you actually are. So you turned around to pull him to you. He seemed to like that a lot.

Your faces were closer now, nearly touching, and Tano used that as an opportunity to tease your lips with his own. He kept brushing his lips against yours, chasing them and purposely nudging them with his lips but never actually attaching his mouth to yours. You merely grinned and pulled his body closer.

Out of nowhere, an arm sneaked around your waist from behind and stole you away. At first, you felt alarmed. The alcohol you'd consumed somewhat delayed your reaction, initially, but since you were pulled flush against the intruder's chest, you were immediately met with a certain musk and the outline of a blazer and necktie. You know exactly who this man is.

Another one swerved around Tano and took over his position in front of you. Tano was lost in the crowd in an instant after being forcefully pushed out of the way.

Basilio shamelessly grinds his front against your ass. "Having fun without us, ha?"

"Tangina niyo (You sons of bitches), I couldn't find you anywhere! Can you blame me?"

Crispin brought your arms to wrap around his neck so he could lean his face closer to you and smirked. Neither of them responded so you all just carried on dancing together.

It was so hot being sandwiched between the twins. If you were sweaty before, it only got worse the longer you were there with them. On top of that, they were getting pretty bold. You getting ground on from both sides in no time and the boys were audacious with their hand placements on your body. One second there's a hand inching down your torso, the next theres one caressing your ass. Simply put, they're both all over you in the literal sense.

Naturally, you responded by kicking it up a notch.

You started by slowly running your hand down Crispin's chest, tugging on his tie from the bottom. You felt him take a shuddering breath. Your other hand wound around Basilio as you grabbed a handful of his ass. Pulling both of them close so they could hear you, you offered a proposition: "Either of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

The boys made brief eye contact before leading you through the crowd. Their impressive physique parted the way for you so you could walk through fairly easy as compared to when it was just you making your way through.

The walk to the bathroom was hasty, and you were barely inside when you already had your mouth attached to one of the twins'. Either being Crispin or Basilio, you couldn't tell with your faces mushed together, and quite frankly, you didn't really care. The only thing passing your mind at that moment was that you were so ready to get dicked down, especially knowing that you were about to get some of that good dick.

Long locks of hair brushed down from over your shoulder as Basilio attached his lips to your neck, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin he could touch. That only meant Crispin was the one you were making out with. The corners of your lips turned up a bit as you realized this and brought your arms up to tug at Crispin's short hair, knowing full well how that affects the man in question.

He groaned in an instant, gutturally, and the vibrations went straight to your throbbing core. Being the way that you are, you tugged even harder on Crispin's roots, and his reactions were almost immediate, not to mention immaculate. It didn't help that two huge bulges were poking through the fabric of the twins' pants and pressing against your body.

Basilio traced his lips down your spine as you and Crispin showed no signs of giving up your tongues’ battle for dominance. He knelt down behind you, stuck his nose between your legs, and nuzzled it on your clothed pussy. Against your underwear, Basilio’s caresses felt feather light and his little exhales sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Cool air greeted your exposed core as Basilio pulled down your underwear. You gasped into Crispin when his brother licked a long stripe up your folds from behind, bending forward to give him an easier approach. His fingers dug into your ass as he spread your cheeks apart for maximum access. He ate you out like a prisoner on death row having at their last meal, and by the time he was scissoring his fingers in your cunny, your moans were being swallowed by his twin who bit down on your lower lip, drawing blood from your flesh.

You hummed as your mouths disconnected for a moment, running your tongue over your lip and tasting the metallic flavor of your blood.

“You like that, baby?” Crispin smudged it with his thumb, effectively mixing the blood with the saliva on your chin, before sucking on your lower lip to clean you up. He then pulled your chin towards him, drawing a yelp from you as the harsh motion caused Basilio’s tongue to hit a particularly sensitive pressure point below. “Mind telling us who that guy was from earlier?”

“Who, Tano?”

Basilio chuckled. “Gago, tanginang Tano na yan. (That stupid son of a bitch, Tano.)” You tilted your head back to see him slowly stand back up while wiping your juices off his chin with his forearm. He tenderly cupped the side of your face with his clean hand. “Who does he think he is?”

You rolled your eyes. Did they forget that they left you to fend for yourself? “Hey, Tano was actually nice—“

“Ah,” you were silenced. A garbled choking noise left your mouth as Basilio shoved the fingers he used to pump your pussy into your mouth mid-speech, leaving no other option but for you to obediently clean them of your slick. “Don’t wanna hear any of that... kuya?”

His brother was occupied with unbuckling his belt, but he hummed in agreement nonetheless.

The twins adjusted your position so your ass was now perked up against Crispin, and he teased your entrance with his dick, dipping the head between your folds to collect the dripping wetness. “You’ve been pretty pasaway (naughty) today, ha?” He smacked your ass.

You choked on a yelp as Basilio’s thick fingers continued fucking your mouth. You’re sure his brother left a red handprint on you.

Basilio was cooing at you. He was caressing your jaw as the tips of his fingers poked the back of your throat. “Look at you,” he’d said before finally pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He didn’t bother cleaning away all the drool or the line of saliva, so you’d opted for wiping your chin on your shoulder.

You were grateful for finally getting a taste of air. You were heaving in attempt to catch your breath, for you knew being able to breathe with these two was a luxury. It wouldn’t last very long either, knowing them.

Without warning, Crispins cock impaled your pussy all the way through. His grip on your hips tightened, and his nails were surely leaving crescent marks on your skin. You could only squeeze Basilio’s forearms as your jaw dropped wide open, your head lolling forward with the impact.

Of course, Basilio wasn’t having it. He forced one of his arms free of your grip and your hand flew to grab at his bicep. His fingers curled around your neck, squeezing at the sides. He forced you to look into his eyes as Crispin pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and jerking you forward. The only thing keeping you still was Basilio’s large hand enclosed around your neck.

Crispin’s thrusts were persistent. He was grunting with every plunge. He spread your cheeks apart, so his eyes were trained on the area where you connected.

You failed to notice exactly at what point Basilio undid his pants when his hard cock slapped you in the face. He spat on his hand to lubricate his massive dick for you, and you immediately knew what he was asking for without him having to say anything.

Wordlessly, you shakily transferred your hand from Basilio’s arm to work his shaft. In turn, he loosened his grip around your neck so you could take him in. He was too big to fit all the way down your throat, so you fisted whatever was left.

Loud moans and groans bounced around the small bathroom of the club. Any other sound was lost on you as you could barely even hear the muffled music of the DJs outside. As far as you knew, you only knew the twins from this point on. All your senses were overtaken by them both.

Crispin easily found that spongey spot inside you and laughed when you moaned around Basilio’s cock. The latter groaned and held your hair in his fist, opting to use you for his own pleasure. You submitted to being manhandled by Basilio as you ceased to be able to think for yourself once Crispin made it his aim to abuse your sweet spot.

You could only tighten your grip on Basilio’s arms as your vision was beginning to fail you, moaning uncontrollably as you neared your high, stuttering out Crispin’s name as he went.

He only responded to your pleading self by reaching up from behind you to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. “Cum for me, babygirl,” he said, grinding his cock deep into you as your hole clenched and unclenched.

Your breath stuttered and you choked around Basilio’s dick, which never showed your throat an ounce of mercy for the man was indifferent to your situation behind. You were alternating between squeezing and hitting Basilio, unable to take the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your only consolation was the verbal encouragement you were receiving from the twins, further overwhelming your senses until, finally, you broke. Your eyes rolled behind your head, and you swear you saw stars.

You heaved breathes through your nose as the brothers coaxed you through your high—or rather, brother since Crispin wasn’t planning on stopping his violent pounding any time soon. You removed your mouth from Basilio’s cock.

“Crispin—“ you were lucky to even be able to say his name. “Hey, wait— stop—“

“You can take it.” He went faster.

You tried to get away, but Crispin only tightened the grip he had on you, even upping his play on your nipples. “I... fuck, I can’t—“

“Oi,” Basilio harshly pulled your hair, forcing your gaze to meet his as you cried out. “You can take it,” he told you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the forming tears. He kissed your forehead. “Now get back to work.”

You shakily nodded before continuing your ministrations of licking and sucking what you could take of Basilio’s shaft.

“Good girl.”

You decided you’d try to focus on him as Crispin tried to reach his peak, which proved a hard job for you as you were shaking all over from overstimulation. You were sobbing around Basilio’s cock, and the only consolation you received was his soft murmurs of praise in your ear that you were ‘doing so well’ and that you’d just ‘have to hold on for a little longer.’

You held onto that as Crispin grew erratic with his thrusts and his rhythm lost its pattern. You could feel him nearing his own high, and you helped him reach it, grinding your ass on his pelvis.

“Fuuuck...” He moaned lewdly as he came all over your back, not caring if it got on your clothes. “I told you you could take it.” He threw his head back and softened his hold on your hips, rubbing his hands up and down your sides comfortingly while you helped Basilio get off.

The younger of the two came soon after. He forced you to swallow all of it, claiming that you couldn’t afford to waste any of his precious seed.

As expected, the twins weren’t done with you yet. The three of you claimed that dirty bathroom for hours, doing it everywhere. Against every wall and atop the counter or the sink—every square meter would be tainted by the three of you. None of you would have broken your little world of euphoria until a barbaric banging happened upon the locked bathroom door.

“What the fuck?”

You have no idea which of the twins offered that exclamation. You were each too busy scrambling to put on your clothes and fix yourself before anyone saw.

Eventually, the door broke and you stood frozen in your spot. Staring right at the three of you, fully dressed in work attire and seething so you could practically see smoke coming out of their ears, was none other than the Boss: Alexandra Trese herself. You really didn’t want to deal with her rage right now, or ever, in fact but here you were.

Red in the face, she crinkled her nose in disgust as the odor of the bathroom you’d selfishly claimed made itself known to her. “Disgusting!”

Basilio snickered but quickly shut up once Alexandra’s murderous glare was directed at him.

“Do any of you know what time it is?”

You grew hot as you checked your phone only to find it dead before shrugging, curling in on yourself. Shame splashed over you and doused you from the top of your head down to your bare toes.

Alexandra sighed, pinching her brows before turning around and walking away, leaving you three clambering after her. “Come on. Time to get to work.”

“But we haven’t even—“

“I don’t care! Now, let’s go.”

You exchanged looks with the twins. Fuck, it was going to be a long day.

© smolla-than-a-bug, 2021. please do not copy or repost my work. reblogs are appreciated!

tags — @urielliii

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Basilio NS/FW Alphabet Because I'm Bored

Yes I'm still writing the other fics I prommy 💔 In the meantime enjoy this or whateva

Before you read: Basilio's hypothetical partner ("you") has feminine descriptors, and is afab. Pregnancy is mentioned once. That's all!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Basilio really just wants to lay down with you and fall asleep like that, but he knows you should get cleaned up so he'll begrudgingly lift you and take you to shower. Afterwards in bed he's gonna curl around you and purr like a cat! If the shower woke you up then his purring is gonna put you to sleep in no time so no worries there lol

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Basilio likes his arms because they're strong. He can swing his axe like it weighs nothing and they help him protect you <3 He can't say he's particularly a fan of you biting his biceps though

On you he loves your thighs! He loves to lay his head on them and just doze off in the warm sunlight :3 Honorable mention: your ass <3 He loves to take you from behind just to see your ass jiggle in time with his thrusts, it makes him go kinda crazy <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This one kinda depends on both where your relationship is at, and the time. If the relationship is pretty recent and this is before Will becomes king, he's gonna want to cum inside but is gonna be too scared to in case you become pregnant... But coming on your tits also really turns him on and gets him ready for a round two soooo

But if you've been together for a while and Will is already king then he's gonna want to start a family with you <33 After coming in you for the first time he just can't stop and fills you up over and over again <3 You basically unlock his breeding kink LOL

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He once accidentally picked up one of your dirty panties while doing laundry and sniffed it before he could really think about it. He got so hard he felt a little lightheaded and fucked his fist until he soiled your already dirty panties... He felt so ashamed but also couldn't tell you so he decided to take this secret to the grave.

You know. Don't tell him tho

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced AT ALL but he's a fast learner, just tell him what you like and he'll do it <3 Being in the military and then Louis' right hand man, he never had any time for ANYTHING else but fighting, so he's gonna be really nervous, especially since he loves you </3 Please be kind to him...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His top 3 are Doggy, Mating Press, and Full Nelson in that order. Doggy was explained in B, Mating Press lets him press into you so sooo deeply he just loves it especially if he's trying to get you pregnant <3, and Full Nelson just lets him fold you in half and make you unable to move <3 You have no choice but to take what he's giving you (with consent, obviously) and it makes him feel a little feral <33

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If something funny happens, he might laugh, but he's like 90% serious. Sex is a pretty big deal for him since he loves you so he doesn't really like to goof around. You guys can always laugh together whenever, and he wants to separate sex from that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's definitely got a bush lol. He'll trim it if you want but otherwise he doesn't rly get the deal with shaving, he just doesn't do it. And yeah it's a dark brown color like his hair and slightly more wavy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's gonna be kissing you all over but if you want more (hand holding, caressing, etc.) then you gotta tell him </3 But forget about talking because this silly paripus does NOT know how to do romantic talk during sex </33

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to not do it at all, maybe like twice when he was younger out of curiosity, but after getting with you it's like he's a teenager again because you make him SO HORNY. It's become a habit for him to jerk off whenever he thinks about you for more than 5 seconds <3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink, though he doesn't really realise it until he comes in you for the first time. Another is slight asphyxiation when you do it to him while riding him, kinda specific... He just loves the feeling of lightheadedness while you're riding him into the sunset <33 This last one might take him a bit to admit, but... dacryphilia... He can't help the throbbing in his cock when he sees the tears gather in the corners of your eyes while you're trying to take him <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not a fan of fucking in public places, mostly because he doesn't want anyone else other than him seeing you in pleasure like that <3 He wants it to be private so you can focus on each other without any outside interference. His go to locations to take you are all private, either your own home or a hotel, or maybe even somewhere secluded on the runner when no one else is on it (Including Neuras)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Literally just you 😭 Nothing gets him more turned on than thinking about you <3 But more specifically, teasing him is a surefire way to get him to fuck you fast and hard. Just rub your ass on his crotch while acting dumb and refuse his touch and you'll have an angry and horny paripus ready to pounce on you the moment you're alone <3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's never going to hurt you. Sorry, no matter how much you beg him he's not gonna do it. Light spanking? Sure. Slight choking? Okay, but stop him if he accidentally squeezes too hard. But anything beyond that? Hell no. It's the main reason why he's so careful with his claws when he's touching you and his fangs when he's kissing you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kinda related to the last point, he's a little scared to go down on you at first because of his fangs, but after some practice and you telling him what you want him to do, he's gonna be really good at it! His fangs might graze you a bit but he'll never bite down so you don't need to worry about that <3

Lowkey he actually likes getting head more 😭 The sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock and your teary eyes looking up at him is enough to make him bust in SECONDS lmao

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The first time you guys have sex is gonna be kinda slow, mostly because Basilio is trying to be careful with you... But he's definitely gonna get rougher when he's close to coming <3 After the first time, though, he's gonna be more rough overall outside of special occasions like your anniversary, during which he's gonna be very gentle and romantic <33 (Ignore the fact that he will go kinda crazy and start fucking you like he's in heat three rounds in)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too big of a fan since he likes to take his time with you, but they're useful sometimes when he really wants you and can't wait <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I feel like Basilio wouldn't be too game to experiment... If it ain't broke don't fix it, y'know? But if you insist and pull the puppy eyes card he might give in... He won't take big risks though! Especially if it involves hurting you or someone else being added to the equation.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ohh boy this big guy has a near infinite amount of stamina. He cums quick but he can keep going for HOURS. Rip your pussy </3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a big fan I'm afraid. He feels proud when he makes you feel good with HIS body, and toys kinda ruin that, sooo... yeah, no. Maybe if you can convince him with a demonstration..?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a HUGE tease, but he definitely has his moments. Especially if he sees how he can fluster you with small gestures <3 You're not gonna catch a break when he notices how much you stare at his cleavage I'm sorry </33

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Doesn't make too much noise outside of small groans and maybe grunts, but when he comes he lets out a pretty loud & strained moan <33 He's kinda embarrassed about it... </3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's had to hide several boners from you after you pet his ears and/or tail. They're kinda sensitive okay </3

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Absolutely packing, I'm sure we can all agree on this. There's no way he's anywhere below 7 inches lol. Definitely girthy too, which makes it pretty hard for you to take him the first time (He almost cums when he sees the tears gather in your eyes from trying to take him in his entirety <33)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Professional yearner. The moment this guy realizes he loves you it's like he's an unchained beast 😭 Bro is gonna want you 24/7 please ready your pussy </3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick, actually. But he's gonna fight off the sleepiness so he can clean both of you up so you can have a nice and clean sleep! He really doesn't want to wake up to sticky sheets...

[metaphorwritings]

Hello And Welcome!

Hello everyone, my name is Phantom and as you can see, I shall be using this blog to write Metaphor ReFantazio headcanons, imagines and one-shots alike.

Why? Why not!

This is a blog purely for me being able to do something with this franchise, and for anyone who wants to request!

Rules about this Blog :

I do allow NSFW, but only for characters who are 18+.

There are some kinks that I myself and other people shall not be comfortable with, but I am not going to list them here, just know that if you do send a request with said kinks, they will be declined.

If you want smut, you gotta be specific unless you want me to just fill in the gaps.

For Imagines, up to 5 characters are permitted, for headcanons, only 2.

This blog is specifically for character x reader, so I unfortunately won't be taking any ship requests

LGBTQ+ is allowed!!!

I allow smut, fluff, romantic, platonic, angst, domestic and aus of all kinds, and maybe Yandere if I'm in the mood. I do not allow incest, abuse or pedophilia

Characters I will write for :

Will (NO SMUT!)

Leon Strohl da Haliaetus

Eiselin Burchelli Meijal Hulkenberg

Heismay Noctule

Arvid 'Grius' Alces (NO SMUT! ONLY PLATONIC!)

Juani 'Junah' Cygnus

Euphausia 'Eupha' Etoreika (NO SMUT!)

Basilio Lupus Magnus

Fidelio Aureus Magnus

Edeni Etoreika

Fabienne Lagopus Vulpes

Catherina Grann

Brigitta Lycaon

Maria Alces (NO SMUT! ONLY PLATONIC!!!)

Albus Procnias Batlin

Elphas Maxim Bardon

Lina Cetula Kayden

Alonzo 'Cuculus' Crotalus

Loveless Muscar O'Shea

Neueirus 'Neuras' Corvus Corax

And maybe depending on the scenario I'll do Louis and Zorba as well!!!

But anyhow, I hope you stick to the rules and I can make a lot of cool fanfics for you all

[fanged-fanfics]

Is it possible that I, a member of the short community, can request hcs for the 8:11 with a short s/o? Thankssss ✨✨💥💥

☆ Love In All Sizes — 8:11 x GN Short!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Ryker Dublin

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ryker's never much thought of height when it comes to partners, and they always assumed they were about average height anyway. It wasn't exactly hard to be taller than them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But when it comes to you, they've got a good few inches on your height. They'd tease about it here or there, but they always wanted to make sure you were at least comfortable with their little jabs

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They always offered to get things for you, anywhere you couldn't reach they'd gladly either hold you up to it or bring it down for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes compared you to small animals when making petnames, very fondly attributing you to things like mice, rabbits, and all manner of cute creatures

Accardi Florentino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Being around 6'3", Accardi had a rather obvious height difference to you. He took note of it rather quickly, and once you became partners together, he decided to use this to charm you whenever he could

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'd lean against doorways to tower over you, hold you close to his frame to feel the difference in size, and rest his chin atop your head to show affection

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His absolute favorite thing to do would be tilting your chin up so your eyes could meet, gently guiding your gaze with his hands to make sure your gazes held while he relayed information

ᯓᡣ𐭩 However, if you tug him down to be closer to your height, his usual composure goes out the window, and he becomes the flustered one for once, too nervous to hold conversation

Juliek Octavia

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely a shameless flirt about the height difference. He's not exactly 6ft range himself, but he's close enough to tease you whenever he can

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Are you sure you can manage, darling? I can always lend you a hand. Don't pout, dear, we both know you can't reach"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Anytime you cuddle, he makes sure your head is tucked into his chest. He finds it immensely comfortable and loves to feel your breath ghosting his collar

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Absolutely tries to coddle you over it. It's all in good fun, mostly just him joking around with you, but he finds your frustrated looks so cute and endearing

Vittorino

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Leans towards the taller side, and doesn't really mind your height compared to him. He's not one to tease about it much, unless to deliberately rile you up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really loves when you play into the difference, though. Seeing the difference in your size to his feels like holding the most precious little dove in his hands

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Acts annoyed if he ever has to do something for you, but never denies the request. Yeah he'll roll his eyes and gripe, but whatever you need is getting handed to you immediately

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll outright pick you up and just carry you to safety if he thinks you're in a dangerous situation. Bridal style, over the shoulder, whatever he can manage. Besides, he likes how flustered you get when he does

Beetle

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Seeing as the angel is around 8'0" in height, basically everyone comes across as shorter than him, and he notifies you of this if you ever express insecurity over your size

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One time when you mentioned size, he deliberately shifted himself to make his height shorter than yours. He inquires if this made you feel better while looking up at you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you mention not being able to see something, he'll lift you under the arms so you can get a better view, or simply just let you sit on his shoulders to observe

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He reminds you that, to him, all humans are very small regardless, and if it makes you feel better, you're a very lovely no matter the size or shape of your being

Dante Basilio

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Compares you to any nickname he can think of that has an ending to it that implies smallness. Tesoruccio, amorino, couricino. And his absolute favorite, mostriciattolo

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He loves to use his height advantage to spook you from time to time, like hiding and jumping out or eerily standing next to something equaling his size. He's just a little strange all around, but you've come to adore that about him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Loves to lean overhead, especially when you reward him with a little kiss from his eyes meeting yours. He always grins widely behind his mask and wraps you against his chest in return

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Offers to carry you basically everywhere, especially if he can balance you on his back while doing so. He also doesn't mind being a makeshift leg-up if you need a boost

Leon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Finds you absolutely adorable. He loves to bring attention to it, but is also careful to not come across as patronizing. The second you ask him to stop, he will, he just can't resist thinking of you as precious

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gently dissuades any worries you have regarding your size. Why should it matter, whether tall or short? Are trees judged by their growth? No, you see them for the sturdiness of their bark, and the beauty of their greenery. You're much too lovely to worry about one facet of yourself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He does tend to wrap his arms around you quite often, loving to press his cheek to yours no matter how far down he has to bend his back to do it, just to get a sense of your warmth

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Due to his talk with you about the meaning behind trees and such to comfort you, he comes to call you "Une pousse"

[crispinpata]

Another one for our Team Trese in Japanese themed outfits last Otaku Expo Tanabata festival

[batfamtv]

trese sfw and nsfw headcanons: crispin, basilio, maliksi, tapia, dominic (sexy aswang)

a/n: me after making this

sfw

crispin

actually not that bad of a boyfriend, doesnt forget that he’s in a relationship with you and really makes an effort to show it

takes you on both luxurious and simple dates, depending on both of your moods

tries to cook for you, but either he only knows one (1) meal to cook or none at all

likes cuddling with you, he’s the big spoon of course

knows how to play the guitar?? actually sings to you sweet harana songs that makes you blush every time

“guy in charge of the bbq during parties” energy along with hank and tapia

likes watching movies with you, either at home or in theatres

likes holding your hands a lot, and loves giving kisses!

basilio

chaotic bf vibe

hogs the bed!! you go to sleep all cuddled up then the next morning he’s almost falling off the bed while you dont move from your side bc he keeps kicking you!

sometimes forgets about you tbh, the type to lose you at the mall

just gets so distracted with “important stuff i need to check out” but it’s just the new and cool toys and gadgets

he is the designated driver, so you get to ask him to drive you around everywhere (especially when doing errands)

asks for a ps4/ps5 for christmas

the type to hover over you when you’re in bed just to scare the absolute living shit out of you, pranks you a lot

puts up the christmas tree by september, drags you along to go carolling

but is a big softie, loves when you give him kisses and back rubs!

maliksi

looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll

so whipped for you, but also kinda scared

he is the type to join the twins’ shenanigans, but one glare from you and he stops messing around

“stands behind you all shy and tries to be small even though he’s Big” energy

definitely the type to spoil you and bring you on fancy trips

takes a lot of alcohol for him to get drunk, so he almost always is the designated driver

when you’re both stuck in traffic you would ask jokingly if he could just transform as a tikbalang to get through traffic--he seriously considers it

“i was joking babe--”

“i see your point though”

tapia

absolute malewife energy

very very cute, always brings you pasalubong/food whenever he comes home, maybe some snacks for you to eat after dinner

either makes you breakfast in the morning or you make breakfast for the both of you, he would just hug you from behind and thank you for it

a really domestic life with him, a family man!

goes grocery shopping with you

has many nieces and nephews, so family reunions are always a huge filipino fiesta

the type to babysit all of his nieces and nephews at the beach but oh my god there’s so many and DONT GO OUT TOO FAR pls

but it was rewarding, might bring up marriage and kids soon

ACAB except for Him

dominic

less trashy edward cullen vibes

probably drinks a lot, but doesnt get drunk

possessive!

the type to bring you to clubs to show you off, but will get angry at anyone who looks at you

really soft and protective towards you, even when you show him pictures of ugly aswangs on google and say “thats u”

doesn’t know how to cook, also the type to have ppl prepare his food for him

nibbles on your bottom lip whenever he kisses you!

tries to be gentlemanly by offering you his jacket but all it does is distract you with his body

and he knows it

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

crispin

let me just tell you, this guy FUCKS

not the kind of guy who likes being teased, so no unexpected nudes while he’s at work unless you want your back broken

the type to give punishments

pulls on your hair or grabs your chin to make you look at him

kinda likes it when you choke on his cock, likes feeling your throat

when he’s tired from work and frustrated, it’s face down ass up for you

gets drunk watching his cock disappear into your cunt and he tells you that

“god your pussy just sucks me in” “you miss me that much?”

starts cursing when he’s close, will wrap his arms around your waist and bring himself down to your back before whispering to you “im close” “im gonna cum soon baby”

kisses all over your back once he’s done! Cleans you up and helps you stand up (you’re straight up limping, cum running down your thighs)

and then he covers you both with the blanket and cuddles with you

basilio

A TEASE!

pussy drunk omg

groans into your cunt the moment he tastes you, and then he’s absolutely addicted to you

asks for quickies all the time, but not even quick sex but “please let me eat your pussy, i’ll make you cum quick i promise” “please i just wanna taste your cunt”

teases you by running his cock up and down your folds, making sure he’s all slicked up, pats your clit with the tip of his cock, laughing when you groan

“you’re so sensitive, are you gonna cum once i push my cock into your pussy?”

“no, basilio, i promise”

“you sure baby?”

every time he enters your pussy it feels like the first time, literally has to stop for a few seconds so that he wont cum so quickly

“fuuuuuck, i love this pussy so much”

gets so into it, his drool drops to your stomach

this guy likes to hit you with the mating press okay, he wants to see your fucked out face, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your mouth open with your tongue lolling out

likes to see what he does to you

subconsciously is thinking about fucking his kids into you

groans and kisses your neck when he cums, and there’s always so much of it that it flows out of your cunt even when he cums deep inside you

maliksi

Big Dick Energy, why else doesn’t he wear anything when shifting to tikbalang form

his third leg needs to breathe apparently

kinda scared at first bc his cock is big, and maybe Too big for you, scared he’s gonna rip you in half

gives soft kisses and lots of foreplay

eats pussy like he was in the hunger games for 3 months

likes you on top on him, so that you can control the pace and can easily get off him if you get hurt

tucks your hair behind your ears before pulling you down for a kiss

he is so mfing big, he can see the outline of his cock through your tummy

“you’re so big, maliksi...fuck”

you move slowly, but he can see how much you like it

presses down on your tummy bulge and feels the head of his cock, you both groan at the feeling

“am i deep in your pussy, baby?” “is this me right here?”

you nod frantically, “i can feel you in my tummy…”

you would have to beg him to go faster

in which he will plant his bed on the bed, wrap his arms around and jackhammer up into you

the only thing coming out of your mouth is his name and your “please” and curses

kisses you and whispers against your mouth, “im gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”

“inside please”

he moves to kiss your temple before reaching for your clit, making sure you come just seconds before he explodes into your tight cunt

you'd have to slowly entice him into fucking you in his tikbalang form

tapia

body worship

loud in bed?? maybe not super loud, but whimpers and groans

the first time you sucked his cock, he was already so close to busting a nut

likes you on top, likes seeing your tits bounce up and down

subby? Would like to be tied down

has a mommy kink??????

literally will beg for you to let him cum

“please please please let me cum… i’ve been good…” “please let me cum in your pussy mommy”

groans long and hard once he cums, holds your hips down against his because he gets so sensitive

literally baby making sex

dominic

another BDE and he knows it

might fuck you against the wall when you guys couldn’t make it to bed

also likes it missionary, your legs all the way up on his shoulders

“you’re so fucking pretty...you’re all mine right?” "say it baby"

possessive!dominic ayo

wants you naked while he’s fully dressed

just pulls his cock out of his pants and gets you to suck on it

slaps his cock against your face, likes it when your face is all wet with your drool and his precum

likes to see your pussy in full view, spreading your legs wide and smirking at you while you try your hardest to cover your blushing face

“why are you hiding, hmm? dont you wanna see how your tight cunt swallows my cock, baby?”

makes you cum by hitting your gspot and rubbing your clit at the same time

might bite your neck when he cums

you might have passed out atleast 4 times throughout the night because this man can and will go for multiple rounds