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thera-daydreams · 3 years ago
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do you still write Trese fics🥺🥺
Hi! I'm not writing any fics right now since I'm in school. 😅
But in the future, I do hope I can think of more ideas for Trese fics. Like, with Darna coming out again in the Philippines, I was wondering if in the future I could make a Trese x Darna!Reader, too. Only time will tell... if I have time, lol. 😁🤣
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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minors dni! and spoilers from the post, too! ‼‼‼
holy fricking shit, i have been waiting for this for so long. i have never been so ready for horsey smut. bias ko si maliksi sa trese fandom and this—THIS!? 🔥
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smut AND enemies-to-lovers? it's like my birthday today, oh my god. my favorite trope and my favorite monster character all in one. 😭😩🧎‍♀️
the spicyyyyy-angeryyy dynamics between reader and mal? then HIM GETTING ALL PROTECTIVE OVER READER BECAUSE NAGSELOS SIYA? jealousy looks good on you, mal. now do it again. 🙇‍♀️😏😉
tikbalang fuckers can rest peacefully now. author, my love, if you're reading this thirsty post of mine... all i wanna say is salamat sa biyayang ibinigay mo ngayon. 😌🥰
ain’t shit
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—maliksi armanaz x reader
When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are.
navi | trese m.list
content — nsfw, fem!reader, profanity, rivalry, enemies to lovers, drag racing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sexy time, car seggs, thigh riding, angry fucking, a bit of spanking and degradation,
notes — 5.2k words & unedited af 😩 NOW WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MALIKSI LOOKED THIS FINE IN THE COMICS BECAUSENDMF kinda late hehe i posted ab this fic some time ago but loikee its finally here 😆
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Ungodly hours of the night are usually means for a free-for-all. It's a time when most crowds of citizens and legal authorities are nowhere in sight, giving way for young adults to pluck and drop a few "Road Closed" signs to clear the streets for a bit of fun. Condominium and apartment residents should already be used to hearing the loud engines of the multiple cars as they speed past.
This scene is anything but new to him. Many a night is spent sneaking into his garage and away from responsibility, all to satisfy his cravings for a good time, escaping the inevitable stress of the bustling adult life even for just a few hours. Today had been a particularly rough day for Maliksi, so imagine his relief once the sun had completely sunken past the horizon; he had swiftly jumped into his Nissan Skyline and drove over to Mindanao Avenue in Quezon city, wads of cash prepared and stashed for the first race he could get himself in.
"Yo, Kai! Whats the hold up?" Kai was the person to know around these areas. Often did he host the races—planning the route, setting the stakes, even hosting big after-parties, and the like. If you wanted in, you go to him. Luckily, he and Mal were childhood friends. He'd gone out with Kai lots throughout his youth, spending nights with his friend and a bunch of happy strangers to escape his own family matters. It evidently was a habit he seemed to never have been able to get rid of.
Ducking down to meet his friend at his driver's side window, Kai murmured. "We're lacking a fourth." Maliksi scoffed, the corner of his lip jerking up as amusement filled him up. Kai very much expected this and good-naturedly shoved his face, then flashing him the finger when he backed away to inform the other two racers of the circumstances. "Don't let it get to your head though, you fucktard."
Ethan and Jay, from the Toyota 86 and the Nissan Evo lined up by Maliski (also good friends of his), raised their fingers as well upon seeing Kai make the gesture. Laughing, Ethan yelled, "I dunno what Kai said but I heard him call you a fucktard and I'm compelled to agree!"
Obviously, Maliksi did not listen to either of them or to Kai because why would he? It did, in fact, get to his head and he proudly put his head out the window with a chuckle to announce, "Mga duwag! You're all cowards!" What good was having a good car if you didn't put its engine to the test? If nobody was willing to step up and race him (and his friends though they're irrelevant right now), then they're all a bunch of posers. It was laughable, really.
Maliksi knows he's good. He's damn-near undefeated! He gets why people are hesitant to even try racing him in his Skyline, and a good chunk of him shamelessly relishes in that fact, but he's itching to take the edge off. In a race. Right now.
"I'll join," an engine revs from the back. The sea of drag race enthusiasts parts as a glowing Mazda Miata rolls up from behind with its soft top folded down into a convertible, revealing you manning the wheel in the driver's seat. "But on one condition." You smirk.
Maliksi scowls. “Why don’t you go get a manicure instead, little girl?” He’d easily prefer anyone else over you.
He goes to be ignored by you as you continue to speak, already having gained the audience's attention. "Raise the stakes." The crowd 'ooh's, interest increasing as they feel the growing tension.
Kai personally finds the situation hilarious. The long-time rivalry between his two friends was often a subject of his humor, from their childhood and into adulthood. He couldn't quite grasp how two people could have known each other for as long as you two did and still never manage to get along. You'd both always made it out to be your dying wish to best one another at every single thing, starting from 'Who could cry the loudest?' to 'Who had the most toys?' to 'Who had the better grades?' and to 'Who was the better racer?'.
Though your never-ending quarrel was childish to say the least, Kai enabled it further, if only to see the contorted expression on Maliksi's face, which in his opinion made the guy look like he was constipated. "Raise the stakes, you say? How much?"
There was no hesitation on your part when you said to "Double it."
"Damn, she's really going for it, huh?" Jay pipes up, already pulling up notes to add on to the wager.
Distant whooping in the crowd tickled Maliksi deep inside his ear, he swears he felt a muscle twitch. People only did that when they're sure they'd win. How fucking dare you belittle him?
“Fucking bitch…”
"Well, boys," Kai claps, stepping in before a brawl had a chance to break out, "ya'll heard her!" He stopped by the three cars before yours, collecting the amounts. Maliksi aggressively thrusts his bills onto his friend’s hand.
Your eyes linger on his menacing snarl. "Scared to lose, pussy boy?"
Kai grins to himself when you nonchalantly pass him a bundle of cash with the fixed amount.
Maliksi was getting more and more agitated by the minute. The clenching in the middle of his chest told him that your presence alone was enough to tick him off, and intervening to insert yourself into a race that wasn't even supposed to involve you in the first place definitely increased his annoyance tenfold. He's sure that was your goal in the first place. After all, you always seemed to make it your personal vendetta to rain hellfire on him. He'd simply have to reverse the situation and clap back, he thought bitterly. A hundred consecutive "fuck you"s meant against you circled his mind as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
A skinny pair of arms rested on his rolled down window. He could not, for the life of him, recall the name of its pretty owner.
"Hey," the girl nodded, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. Flirty eyes gazed up at Maliksi. Julia, maybe? Or was it Rosie? "If you win," she eyed him, using her slender hands to push up her breasts, "these are all yours."
Maliksi licked his lips while keeping his focus solely trained on the girl's plunging assets. She winked as she backed into the crowd.
"Gross."
But of course, you had to ruin it for him right away, not that it's anything new to either of you. You always do this. He couldn't understand why you couldn't ever keep your nose out of his business. (Granted, he does the same thing back to you, but that's only because you do it first!) Either way, Maliksi's mood has once again been soiled. "You're just mad you don't get bitches."
You laugh. "Says who?"
This irks him. He gives up on responding and merely mutters a disgruntled "whatever," fully intent on ignoring your existence as a whole until he wins the race for himself. That'll show you, he thinks.
Thankfully, Kai finally announced at that point that everything was set to go, outlining the route for the racers to take. The same girl from before struts past the finish line, swaying her hips as she counts down. She raises one arm. "Ready..."
She smirks to herself as the masses watch in heated anticipation. She raises her other arm. "Set..."
The roaring of all four vehicles' engines pile onto one another as a means to establish intimidation, though as it isn't Maliksi's first time racing any of you, the intimidation tactic doesn't work as well as it would have the first time. Now, it was just a means to show off and conduct a challenge. Really, the only competition in this race is you—he did use the words 'damn-near unbeatable' to describe himself.
The girl catches Maliksi's eyes and smirks to herself. With a dramatic release of her arms, she yells "Go!" immediately followed by the four of you speeding down the wide, empty road.
Kai had stated, in detail, every straight and turn they needed to take in order to get back to the finish line, which would be the same point they started in though coming from the other direction as opposed to the way they took off. The first half of the race was no problem for Maliksi. He quickly overtook both Ethan and Jay, whooping when he saw them two clamoring in his rearview mirror. Despite that, you'd been neck-and-neck with him throughout the entirety of the drive, which meant that he could not afford to be slacking off at any point whatsoever.
It seemed that he couldn't shake you off no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he'd think he's finally going to overtake you, but then you pull some trick out of your sleeve and accelerate slightly past him to match his speed. At one point, you managed to cut past him a little too much for his liking, and he cursed before desperately digging his foot onto the gas pedal, colliding with the side of your bumper.
He was sure he heard you, in a fit of rage, exclaim a distant yet sharp "Motherfucker!" at the dirty move he pulled. His insides flutter. He let himself grin evilly.
Curves and turns were tricky. Those areas gave you an opening to widen the gap between your cars, not that Maliksi would willingly allow you to. He'd rather die than have you beat him again. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration on his part, but he stands with it regardless.
At last, Maliksi had reached the final point of the race. After this next turn was home stretch. He didn't need to worry about his two friends who were lagging from behind both you and himself. All he had to do was make sure you weren't able to slip through the corner, which was easier said than done.
He tried to keep the side of his car as close to the curb as possible as he neared the sharp turn, so that you would not have any window to push through. What he didn't expect, however, was how vengeful you'd become since he hit your car earlier. Because of that, you'd managed the balls to speed up and cut across Maliksi's own car, pushing him against the curb and causing him to swerve off-road in a moment of panic, all to make way for you to completely leave him in the dust with the aid of your nitrous tanks.
Maliksi blurred past the finish line a little after you did.
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To say you were overjoyed at having beat your childhood enemy at yet another street race would be an understatement. You threw your head back, laughing without a care in the world as you slowed down to a stop. He wanted to play dirty, and you simply responded accordingly. You were pretty proud of the stunt you pulled despite the danger you'd put yourselves into just to go through with it.
Truth be told, you didn't have a solid reason to back up half the things you did out of pure spite, but you guess it's just always been that way between the two of you. When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are. Frankly, it was pretty amusing too, the way he'd blow a fuse every single damn time. The way he's just so affected by every single thing you do satisfied you to no end. Tonight was a little more daring than you'd like to admit, but it was worth it, you reason. You won this race fair and square.
People mobbed around you, yelling "Congratulations!" and patting you on the back for your victory. It was more hyped up than usual, and the regular crowd was already chaotic to begin with, but everyone knew that any competition between you and a certain tikbalang was something you just have to be there for—something it would be a pity to miss entirely.
A car door slams behind you, followed by heavy stomps. The crowd parts for the co-star of your reality show. The real spectacle begins now.
Maliksi points an angry, thick finger at you. "You almost killed me back there! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
You scoff. The only rule of street racing is that there are no rules. Once you're in the field, it's free real estate. Driving way, way past any speed limit on a public road is already a danger in itself, and even more so when side-by-side competition is brought in. In short, drag racing is no sport for the feeble minded or uptight; drag racers are risk-takers, unafraid to challenge the face of risks. It makes for the thrilling experience you get in the end. "The keyword there is almost. You got out alive didn't you?" You fold your arms, a smug curl of your lip takes its place. "You knew what you were getting into, and by the way, you hit me first."
"I barely grazed you!"
"You're a damn sore loser, you know that?"
Kai comes up from behind Maliksi and claps his hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, man." Maliksi shoves him away, practically steaming from his ears, and walks off. The audience disperses into smaller groups. Kai shrugs, handing your earnings from the race over to you and winking before turning around to find his hotheaded friend.
Despite the short argument that took place, it was clear you won the spat. Your expression fades into neutrality. There goes your fun for the night, you guess. Standing in the midst of mingling people, you look a little lost now that you had nothing to do, though you'd all have to leave soon either way—before the cops show up and put your fates up to chance. So you do.
But you're not ready to end the night just yet. You're sure that Kai's throwing an after-party at his place, and you don't even think twice before racing to that direction.
Your sworn enemy will be there, you're sure. The mere thought has you slightly brightening up, excited about the more ways you can piss him off. He seemed to be in an especially bad mood tonight, so it shouldn't be that hard.
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Upon arrival at Kai's, you were greeted with everyone high-fiving you, whooping and congratulating you again for tonight's victory. Within these parts, you knew everyone and everyone knew you. It was rare to see any newcomers.
Ethan spotted you from the beer pong table and raised his red cup at you with a big, loopy grin. "Heeyyy!!" He exchanged a few words with the other players before hopping over to you and swinging a lanky arm around you. "Here she is! The woman of the night!"
"Ethan, shut the fuck up!"
"Jesus fuckin' christ," he shook his head, whipping around to try to find the owner of the voice that spoke up. Unsuccessful in his mission, he merely screamed at no one in particular, "Fuck you!"
You laughed at his antics, years of your friendship flashing in your mind of similar scenarios like this one. He hasn't changed one bit.
"Hey, you want a drink?"
"Sure."
Your friend led you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol was kept. He cracked you open a beer.
You brought it up to your lips, about to take a sip, when you spotted Maliksi from the other room. At that, you stole a shot from the hand of the girl walking past you and downed it yourself, handing it back to her with an apology upon recognizing her face.
Ethan cracks up beside you. "You hate 'im that much?"
"He's just so fucking annoying, ya feel?"
He doesn't seem to find meaning in your words though he nods along absentmindedly. You don't have it in you to solidify your statement. Everything you tell him now will go in one ear and out the other.
You take a peek at Maliksi again, just in time to see him getting slapped and rejected by a tall bimbo you think goes by Natalie. You snort before finally taking a swig from your beer.
"He's not having a very good night is he?"
A glance over your shoulder introduced a built, handsome man. The deep baritone of his voice sent a cool sensation down your spine. His simple sweats and black T-shirt that hugged the curvature of his muscles snuggly caught your eye more than you liked to admit, but it was his lazy smirk and fluffy hair with strands that fell over his eyes that drew you in. All your previous plans of poking sticks at a tikbalang instantly left your agenda.
Adjusting your footing so your body language as you stood appeared to be more open to him, you smile. "No, he isn't, actually."
He put his hand in his pocket and stepped over to stand beside you, craning his body and putting his free arm out for a handshake. "I'm Iñigo. You can call me Iñigo."
You firmly clasp his hand in yours. "Y/N. Nice to meet you."
"Y/N..." he seemed to ponder. The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you butterflies. "As in the Y/N that beat my cousin over there and got him all moody?"
Your smile faltered. "Your... cousin?"
Iñigo laughed, still not letting go of your hand. "Unfortunately, yeah. Hey, you're practically well known in the family, did you know? Whenever the guy's grumpy, it's somehow always your doing, apparently."
Your expression began appearing more strained the longer he spoke. No, you didn't know your enemy's entire family was aware of your existence. "Um," you slowly pulled your hand away.
"I think you're a legend."
Now that caught your attention. "A legend?"
"Yeah, man, someone needs to put my cousin in his place, you know what I'm sayin'?"
Never mind, yeah maybe you do like this guy.
Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was polite, laid back, and he paid attention to what you had to say. You quickly found out that he had just come back from abroad, which would explain why you've never seen him around before. He was only here to visit his family for a while. And with a few hints and suggestive eye-contact, you gathered that he was looking for someone to spend the night with. That, you could willingly give him.
You don't notice the pair of eyes glaring at you from another side of the room.
"Hey, you want another drink?" Iñigo asks, noticing your empty bottle. When you nod, he quickly offers to go get one for you, glancing down at you as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. You let him without thinking, and you scroll through your phone for a bit while you wait.
A tight grip on your forearm dragging you through the house startles you, and you try to yank your arm back, unable to see amidst the crowd who it was leading you god knows where. The perpetrator turns his head back to tell you to stop fighting him. One look was all it took for you to grow still.
Maliksi practically had flames in his eyes as he met yours. What was up with him, you didn't know, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with either the race or his cousin. For what reason you could only assume was dumb, but you did want to know what his deal was.
Once you made it outside, you yanked your arm again. This time, he let go. "The fuck is wrong with you? Couldn't you see I was waiting on someone back there?"
"We're leaving. You shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers—you should know that."
"We? There is no 'we'. Iñigo's not a stranger, dipshit. And he's your cousin! You don't trust your own cousin?"
Maliksi clenches his jaw. "Still. You literally just met him."
"Tch," you scoff, looking away in disbelief. "I don't see how it's any of your fucking business."
"It's my fucking business because he's my fucking cousin."
"But it's my life! It's none of your fucking business who I wanna fuck!"
"You were gonna fuck him?"
"Why the fuck do you care? Hell, you don't even like me!"
"You were gonna fuck him?!"
"Yeah, and? What about it?!"
You were so irritated with him. It wasn't his right to dictate who you could and couldn't spend your nightly endeavors with. Literally, he is the last person to judge you. It's not like you're close.
At this point, Maliksi had advanced towards you. He had you backed up against his car, and his face was all up in yours. It didn't take much for you to notice the vein popping out his forehead.
You don't notice your close proximity, breaths fanning over one another's face, until you think you see his irises flicker down to your lips, but you swear you're hallucinating. You haven't had much to drink, though, which was odd. Still, neither of you moved an inch.
Suddenly, Maliksi grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips onto yours.
You're too stunned to respond. Your eyes are wide open in shock, staring at Maliksi, your supposed lifelong enemy, who was supposed to despise you with all his being.
Noticing your lack of reciprocation, he pulls away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to say anything as you harshly shove his chest before getting into the passenger's side of his car.
You use those few seconds of Maliksi walking his way round to the other side to think. What in the fuck were you doing?
In the moment itself, you couldn't process anything, but now that you had a few seconds of silence, you were able to think about it.
You hated him, you reminded yourself. You hate him. He hates you. It's always been that way between you. There's absolutely no way he kissed you on purpose, and sober at that! But then again, you don't recall seeing him drinking during the party. Maybe you just didn't see him. There was just no fucking way.
But oddly enough, it felt... nice. It irked you slightly to admit it, even just to yourself, but you did like it. Despite it having been a presumably unruly sight, the feel of his thick arms and big body encasing you, hands roaming all over you, was somehow getting your underwear soaked.
It was then you decided. If he had the audacity to ruin what was supposed to be your one night stand with his cousin, then you could have him instead, you guess. It can't be that bad. After all, you know what they say about tikbalangs and their... size.
You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the driver's side door click shut. Your stare at the growing tent in Maliksi's pants. He goes to start the engine, but before he can, you're already pulling him towards you, trapping his plump lower lip between yours. He instantly opens his mouth for you, cupping your face in his warm hands.
It's angry, rough, and messy. Both of your tongues tangle and clash until saliva drips down your chins.
You're impatient. You climb over the compartment between your seats, hissing as you feel the gearshift brush against your clothed pussy before plopping on Maliksi's lap fully. “I fucking hate you.”
“Yeah? Fuck you.”
He tries to lean back and give you space, but the car horn sounds when your back pushes against it. "Dumb fuck," you mutter, arching backward to reach down the front of his chair so you could adjust the seat.
This gave Maliksi the perfect view of your body, and he took it as an opportunity to rake his eyes all over you, letting his hands and lips roam and mark you up.
Heavy pants fill the small space. You press your front against his as he attacks your neck, stretching the fabric around your neckline to the side to give him access, which is definitely going to destroy your shirt. You violently push his head away, and you're met with Maliksi's scowl. The emotions you feel from his expression, especially with the lusty glare in his eyes, go straight down to your core. You messily pull your top over your head. "You're fucking ruining my shirt."
You nearly ripped down the front of his shirt, yanking the buttons open and exposing his glistening, godly torso, rising and falling intensely with each heavy breath he takes. Your lips attach onto his body, kissing him, biting him, marking him everywhere you could reach. Your palms run down his sweaty, firm pecs and abs as he leans his head back against the headrest, groaning. "And you fucking ruined mine."
"Shut up," you mumble, lips still exploring his chest as you roughly grab his bulge in his pants and he jolts. You yelp when he yanks you back by your hair.
There is no shame preset in you as you stare him down with a knowing look. The more you look at things between you as a competition, the better it gets. He glares at you and you glare back just as fiercely. The way he's looking at you, face almost red with his repressed rage has you giddily anticipating what his next move is. A few seconds pass and neither of you give up on your heated stare-down until you're too impatient and take initiative by yourself, grabbing his jaw and clashing your lips together for a messy battle between tongues.
Maliksi's jeans rub against your clothed sex and you moan in his mouth, subtly trying to press down harder against his hard thigh. You spread your legs a little further, perfectly slotting his thigh between yours, giving you just the right angle to grind your hips and drag your pussy across his firm quads.
You whimper when he flexes his thigh and presses it upward. “Fuck.”
"You like that, slut?" He does it again, and you pull away from his lips to whimper again. He attaches his mouth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder instead. "Ride my thigh till you cum," he all but commands, slapping your ass as he bounces his leg up once, drawing a yelp out of you.
You shamelessly hump his clothed leg until you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. Maliksi helps you reach it with his head buried in your chest, fondling your breasts and slobbering over them to his heart's content. Your body stutters as you let yourself go, stilling in Maliksi's hold while you come undone, but he still hasn't stopped worshipping your chest.
You push him back, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arm.
"Mal," you pant, pushing a hand on his lower abdomen to support yourself as you find his fly with your other hand. You eye the little wet spot on the tent in his jeans with so much focus that you don't notice how he tenses under your touch. "Mal, fuck, I need you in me. Now."
His breaths are uneven as you unzip his pants and pull out his hard, girthy cock, undressing your bottom half and raising your hips so you could line align it with your entrance.
You don't notice the troubled look on Maliksi's face, trying to comprehend how you're literally glowing in his eyes. Your concentrated expression arouses him more than it should, especially with how all your attention is focused on his cock—his ultimate glory and pride. His eyes are wide and unfocused, he doesn't realize when you've sunken yourself on him, and he almost chokes.
“Ohh, shit.”
You let out a sigh when he's finally fully sheathed in you. You begin to move, raising your hips upward, almost pulling him out fully, and then sliding back down. Satisfaction and pleasure consumes you, and you're bound to maintain those sensations. Maliksi lets his head fall back with his mouth hung wide open, holding your thighs and letting you do the work for now.
When you finally take your eyes off of your connected bodies, you notice how Maliksi is gaping like a fish, head lolling to the side, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over, and little groans escaping him. You wonder for a bit before resting your palm on his abs, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. "You whore," you smile.
You start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster. Your eyebrows scrunch in both pleasure and frustration. You're desperate to keep going, but you're getting tired. Your legs are starting to ache.
That's when Maliksi decides that's enough and slightly lifts you up by digging his fingers into your ass, opting to thrust into you from beneath instead. Instantly, you're taken by surprise at his sudden movement. You feel like you can't breathe, and you gasp for air. He spanks your ass twice. You don't want him to stop.
When you look at him again, you notice he's conflicted. His eyes are travelling everywhere, not knowing where to lock them. They flit between your face, your bouncing tits, and the white ring of cream formed around the base of his cock. You decide to help him by letting him look at neither of those things.
You cup his jaw, tilting it up so you can nip at his neck from the side, scratching down his torso with the nails of your other hand. Your naked top presses against his as you grind down, while he pushes up. He whispers your name every now and then. His groans are louder to you as his mouth is close to your ear. He's forced to look up at his car's ceiling—up at nothing���as he fucks into you. You feel him twitch and your walls clench.
"Shit... Cum in me," you mewl between moans.
Maliksi's breath catches in his throat, the tempo of his hips spluttering for a second. "Motherff— you sure?"
You can only nod against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as you feel yourself needing to cum once again as he abuses your g-spot.
It seems like you're both holding out for one another, waiting for each other to cum first. You stubbornly hold your ground, constantly feeling like you can't wait any longer, but spite fueled you to push through despite the overwhelming electricity shooting up and all over your body. You were holding back tears as you waited for Maliksi to let himself go first.
Fortunately, your efforts didn't go to waste because the moment you ground your hips against his and clenched your pussy at the exact time he pumped up, he swore, "Fuck!" and came in thick ropes, painting your walls white with his name, hips faltering and thighs aching as he weakly attempted to roll his pelvis against yours. You came right after, seeing bright flashes of different colors before slumping your body on his, fighting the pull of unconsciousness.
Your chests rise and fall in synchronzation as you attempt to even out your breathing. You reach towards the floor for your discarded top. Maliksi breaks the silence first. “So," he clears his voice. "Same time next week?”
“Fuck you.”
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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ya'll... just imagine the Inday spinoff ideas I have like, see? 😃
cleaning basilio's smelly room (ft. team trese, hank, + ipis)
roadtrip with mal & beach bbq w/the trese barkada [nearly gone wrong when mal went over the speed limit 3x]
vlogging in dom's hacienda (ft. reginathereyna & aswang bodyguards)
spa & facial dayoff with the trese peeps
hot girl summer makeup + ukay haul & photoshoot (ft. hangin babes)
rating bubble tea shops with bff alex [who badly needs sleep & sugar] + her goth godess gf ibu's emissary
dinner with your manliligaws + your possible in-laws (ft. señor armanaz, datu talagbusao, & madam ramona)
fluff moments with team trese whenever gabay turns into a lil' toddler [who's super picky with their food]
divorce counseling with isagani the ex
idk, might add them as one special chapter or something—i just need more trese content, so i might keep updating this list when i get ideas 🙇‍♀️😭
... i need help 🥴
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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bwiset talaga noh may ginagawa pa akong jjk men x reader fanfic pero ngayon, pagkatapos manood ng trese...
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baka gagawa nalang muna ako ng kambal/maliksi/dominic x reader 😀
(sorry nanami, toji, sukuna, gojo, geto, & choso mamaya na kayo kasi gawa kayo ng ex-colonizers namin bwahahaha)
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thera-daydreams · 3 years ago
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Hey there! I just wanna say that your Inday story is AMAZING! like really not all of those trese fanfics are amazing or good enough no offence to anyone out there but keep up the good and funny lines in the Inday fanfic! ❤
ps: I hope if there's a season 2 of trese you're going to make another chapter for your amazing fanfic. And have an amazing and healthy life! ❤
Aaaaaah, salamat so much! 🥰❤️
Yeah, maybe if Trese S2 comes out I'll start writing again for the fandom! (And that Maliksi twoshot and other oneshots for the Trese boys.) 💜
Rawr, miss ko na ang Trese, huhu.
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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I wanna ask maliksi if tikbalangs slap their own asses to go faster
bestie—*chokes on lunch* andami kong iniisip dumadagdag pa 'to eh🤚😭
WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS!?!?—you know what i won't question it because knowing mal he'll probably be very /freaky/ af... and by go faster do u mean in the streets or in the—👀😺
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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trese brainrot hours i love my himbos
do you know the ano,, where the jowa/boyf thing where if you're on the side beside the road, and he goes and switches your position so you'll be safer??
bet ko gawain nila ito nila Basi at Cris,,, si Mal din syempre na may pasimpleng hawak sa baywang, the whore (complimentary)
hahahahahahahhahaha when kaya
YES I DO YES I DO I KNOW THAT 🥺😭
Sanaol talaga rawr. And when the guy shares his umbrella with you or makes hatid you to your taxi/car/house? Ugggggggh. 💓🤭
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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it's been raining (showering?) while the sun's out for two-three consecutive days where i live in 🌦
maliksi, baka naman gusto mong magdala ng plus one sa mga tikbalang wedding na pinupuntahan mo 😌
my dress and makeup are ready—all you need is a partner, diba? 😚
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Read the recent update of Inday yesterday and let me tell you one thing: tANGINA MO ISAGANI
LIKE??? I AM WILLING TO MURDER THIS MAN LANGYA SIYAAAAA
SARAP SAKALIN E, UNAHAN KO NA YUNG SIMP SQUAD SA PAGPATAY SA KANYA >:((((( nyeta
*hands you a kawayan*
smack that hoe all ya want, bestie
make sure it hurts 🎍😇🎋👍
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Still haven't recovered from that latest chapter in Inday where you made Mal ask "Why are you running?". For some goddamn reason nothing is funnier to me than a Tikbalang posing that question. God, it broke me.
anon my brain is just memes, tiktok, food, and fanfics at this point 🥲🤣
TAS MAL YOU'RE CHASING THE POOR READER AND IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, YOU'RE A TIKBALANG SO OF COURSE SHE'LL RUN 😂
like bestie tikbalang in folklore are said to stomp people to death 💀
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Petition to nickname Isagani McBangungot becuase he's out here wreaking havoc with McDreamy's gorgeous locks.
YOU KNOW WHO'LL DEFINITELY CALL HIM McBangungot?
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THE KAMBAL (ESP BB BASILIO) HAHAHAHAHA. Same energy as the "tama, proud kaming mama's boys" and the "this is why i hate family reunions" 😀
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Bestie westie I feel like this is weird to say bc of the recent sad chapter of the fic but I thought of something cute about dominic. Like im thinking that he would silently prefer being the little spoon bc it makes him feel warm and soft and he would act salty and would be a tsundere about it as well 😩
AHHHHHHHH I'M ACTUALLY MAKING A SOFT DOMINIC X READER ONESHOT RN HAHAHA and yes, he'd want to be babied so much but won't admit it lol
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Me to Is*g*n* :
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to my Inday readers,
wag kayong mag-alala you'll all get to kill isagani reaaaaaaal soon 😃👍
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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I don't watch Grey's Anatomy but when you said Isagani resembled "McDreamy" I just---because mukha siyang pasyente, right? Or isa siya sa mga cadavers and they have a nickname for him?
I have reason to believe McDreamy must be a patient in the Psych Ward. The term McDreamy is the joke here, I just know it.
THE REAL MCDREAMY IS ACTUALLY A DILF AND IS... UH... HE'S QUITE, YES, DREAMY. AND IS A NEUROSURGEON NOT A PSYCH PATIENT HAHAHAHAHA THIS MADE MY DAY. 🩺👨‍⚕️
His actual name is Dr. Derek Shepherd in the show (see image below lol). 😂
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I said he looked like McDreamy 'cause even if Isagani is crazy, he's got those curls women die for. 😌
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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I would literally sell my lung for a chance to squeeze daddy aswang leader tiddies 😟👹
GOODMORNING & HAPPY MIDNIGHT BESTIES I CAN'T WITH YOUR THIRSTS BECAUSE YES, I'D LIKE TO ALSO SQUEEZE 'EM 🙋‍♀️🖐
bewbs bewbs bewbs bewbs lotta bewbs for this ultimate crop top king 🥰
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thera-daydreams · 4 years ago
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Hi HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA gusto ko lang magkwento. May naalala lang ako kasi nung sinabi ni Inday na hindi niya huhubarin yung dress niya kasi may CCTV, Tikbalang be damned.
A couple of students had gone picnicking a couple months back in our province; I warned them to bring ginger to deter any tricksters they'd encounter on their trip (I was serious). They laughed it off ofc, the fuckers, so I sighed and remarked that if they don't they should be ready to wear their clothes inside out. Come the day of their excursion, lo and behold the locals had reported sighting a "hubut" (an Aswang variant that resembles a blanket and consumes its victims by wrapping around them. None have survived a direct encounter.) close to the foot of the mountains (which inspired a lot of panic as they're usually found higher up, away from civilization). Turns out it was one of the students who'd gotten lost for 30 minutes (on her journey back to the foot of the mountain where she forgot something in the car), panicked, and RAN THROUGH THE FOREST WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY TRYING TO WEAR HER DRESS INSIDE OUT. Her friends panicked, thinking her screaming was of her being devoured by SOMETHING and so had screamed their heads off when they saw a glimpse of this shrieking, disembodied, bloody piece of cloth (her dress had some red detailing on it, I guess) zooming in the distance.
Anyway, I think they successfully traumatized the locals more than any Aswang.
bestie andaming plot twist sa kwento mo 😂
lesson for the day: huwag magsuot ng dress sa very foresty outings kasi you AND THE PEOPLE WHO SEE YOU might panic ‼
i can't imagine the number of times people see these women who're just wearing dresses in the forest and mistake them for whatever ghostly supernatural creature, baka nagphotoshoot lang naman si lady diba? tas sinabi ng mga locals na may white lady sighting nanaman 🤣
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