#Trese hc

[jm-chrome]

I have a hc that the kambal would play against their dad in Eternos from time to time lol

context for those who have only seen the anime: In the comics, Talagbusao was imprisoned in the online game Eternos instead and was left to constantly battle hundreds of players to keep him busy and out of the human realm.

#Basilio's iconic “hehehe” #doodles #Alexandra Trese #Trese #Crispin #Basilio #Talagbusao #the kambal #Trese fanart #Trese komiks #Trese comics #Trese hc #mw #mw Trese

[beebunss]

So…. Treseposting 😅😅 sorry if the art looks rushed i just wanted to get these out 😔

To talk about my portrayal of them appearance wise:

for trese, i gave her slightly more melanin bc as she should smh (shes still kinda pale bc i hc to be part chinese probably based on what we’ve seen in the show and the comic).. and crispin and basilio absolutely require more melanin because they are supposed to be fully indigenous/native filipino 🙄 I think trese is probably at least a quarter chinese from her dad who i think is probably half chinese or something 💀 (chinoy moment) and her mom is fully native. I am definitely projecting onto trese and the kambal more than i should be. ALSO FILIPINO NOSES ARE A MUSTTTT 👹👹👹 im sick and tired of the pointy tall anime noses GIVE THEM FLAT ASIAN BUTTON NOSES OR GIVE ME DEATH 👃

#alexandra trese #trese netflix #trese fanart #the kambal

[darksideofthemamon]

Trese Family Headcanons

I randomly wanted to share some of my headcanons about the Trese family XD

It says in Bloodlines that Fr. Matt Trese had a “long and rebellious adolescence” that landed him in a seminary. It turned out ok though cus he found his calling and became a priest. 

Imagining Matt as an edgy rebellious teen led me to examine the Trese family and that’s how I got these HC’s! 

Carlos- Is the eldest so he probably had a lot of attention growing up, but also a lot of responsibility. I feel he wants to make his dad proud and if he has any issues, it has to do with the pressure of this. (Also I notice that despite being the eldest, he wasn’t the one to follow in their dad’s footsteps. That ended up being Alexandra, the youngest.) I feel Anton's death really affected him and is why he's such a vicious vigilante.

Rick- I HC that among all the Trese kids, Rick is closest to their lolo. They share similar interests and he ended up following in Alexander’s footsteps and became a professor of history and antiquities. Even physically, the two share similar traits. After the battle at the Balete Tree, Rick was the one to stay behind with his lolo while the other boys went to fight in the Underworld. 

Jimmy- After reading his story in Vol. 7, I could not help but HC that Jimmy is a mama’s boy XD Jimmy is the youngest of the boys, has a very playful and charming personality (even claims to be “a lover, not a fighter”), and resembles Anton the most. He mentioned in his narration that he promised his mom he’d quit smoking (though he still does). Idk but I instantly imagined that he's closest to Miranda and she always had a soft spot for him! 

Alexandra- Is the youngest and only living girl among the kids. Despite being the youngest, she was really more of her dad’s “heir” in the sense that she was the one who took up the mantle of Babaylan-Mandirigma. We see her as a young girl accompanying her dad to cases. She also has a whole prophecy about her. Similar to Carlos, I imagine she had a lot of attention from their parents growing up, especially their dad who she seems close to. 

And that leaves us with Matt. When I examine the Trese family, I can’t find anyone whom he would be close to (though to be fair, we haven’t met their other relatives yet!). Not that he was neglected or anything! I’m sure his parents loved their kids equally. It’s just that it can be hard when you stick out in your family and there’s no one who really understands you. 

Heck, even as a priest, Matt stands out in his family. Even though they all took different paths, everyone else is involved with Philippine mythology, spells, magic artifacts, and other things that the Church would consider “occult” or “pagan”. When Alexandra offers him one of their lolo’s artifacts for protection, Matt outright says that the Vatican “wouldn’t approve” of such items. Even as a well-adjusted adult, Matt stands out in his family. (And hey we can also think about what Matt’s colleageus think of his family given how the Church tends to view magic and witchcraft!) 

This all ties back to Matt having had a “long and rebellious adolescence”.  I guess when I try to examine their dynamics, I can understand why that was! 

#trese #trese komiks #trese family #alexandra trese #carlos trese #rick trese #enrique trese #matthias trese #jimmy trese #anton trese #miranda trese #prof alexander trese #headcanons #just my thoughts #i wonder what Matt did that sent him to a seminary

[ubecakes]

#owl hoots #trese #alexandra trese #the kambal #for the ppl out there who hc alex as a lesbian <3 #scopo

[smolla-than-a-bug]

ain’t shit

—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 😆

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.

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.

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.”

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

trese tag list — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @disappointmentpastry @minshookie29 @haliya-mori @victoireshaven

addtl. tags — @thera-daydreams (as promised ❤️)

#—nono hours #i need a glass of water #SO WHAT DID U GUYS THINK AHEJHEJH #i lowkey wanna write for tokrev too omg coz i saw one hc where it was like them finding out their s/o issa street racer #but like idkk #but shinichiro djhfsjgh grr my love :< #ANYWAYS #trese maliksi #maliksi x reader #maliksi smut #trese smut #trese x reader #trese anime #trese netflix #trese imagine #trese imagines #trese maliksi x reader #trese #trese fanfic

[ugh-tsumu]

Crispin and Basilio as the bassist and the drummer of the band you sing for. Tapos nagpapasikatan sa skillz nila during your gig para magpa-impress sa'yo. And ending, di marinig boses mo.

#trese #HAHAHAHA wait lang #I'm not obsessed with Trese #pero I love the design for the twins 😩✊ #ang badass mami #i don't even fangirl for them romantically lil #*lol #trese crispin #trese basilio #basilio trese #crispin trese #trese hcs #trese headcanons #basilio headcanon #crispin headcanon #basilio #crispin

[uragonesa]

this is an apology for the monologue. :)

headcanons about fire elementals!

🔥 fire elementals are pretty much like wind elementals, but fire.

🔥 they can either heal using their flames, or kill with it.

🔥 they mostly reside around volcanoes, or in the volcano itself.

🔥 their core is their heart, which is said can be eaten by humans to gain immortality, or simply longevity.

🔥 can also be used to regrow other body parts, or even revive someone who just died, in exchange for a lifetime (they won't be reincarnated for a good while)

🔥 their emotions affect their abilities, since their core is their heart; if they're happy, they can heal better, if they're angry, their fire power spikes, if they're sad, they cannot heal, nor produce heat--it can be lethal when they're heartbroken, because their heart loses its heat and grows colder the longer that they're heartbroken.

🔥 with that being said, most female fire elementals are maidens; it is to prevent themselves from dying from heartbreak, and they don't particularly like men who are weaker than them. #girlpower

🔥 urduja's mom was lalahon's handmaiden, her personal healer to be exact. she was a noble amongst their tribe.

🔥 no we won't talk how she met talagbusao. for now

🔥 fire elementals can only "burn" or fall in love with one person for each lifetime.

🔥 being part-goddess, urduja can live longer than most fire elementals.

🔥 fire elementals are weak against any water elementals when they're wounded. if they get wet, they can't just fend for themselves in an offensive stance. they can only be on the defensive; they'd rather conserve heat.

🔥 they can be killed by stabbing them through the heart using a blade forged in the deepest trenches by oceanids.

🔥 or just seduce them and break their hearts

🔥 please don't

#urduja's embers #trese #trese oc #tresesona #trese hcs

[aeonghaseyo]

Around You

Summary: The actions of a street cat taught you to shoot your shot and approach the older Kambal. But it didn't necessarily mean you had to change into a cat yourself to get his attention. ...right?

Word Count: 1459 AO3 link

Relationships: Crispin x CatSigbin!Reader Category: F/M Characters: Manang Muning, Crispin, Basilio Languages used: English, Tagalog Author's Note: I saw @adarlingwrites's sigbin OC in her Tumblr and I thought, why not write a fic with a cat sigbin reader? And here we are. 'Sup Crispin simps, I dedicate this to you. I hc that he's fond of cats, but that will have to wait until the next chapter. Enjoy! Inspired by the song Around You by LOONA Hyunjin

Chapter 1

“Halika dito anak, kumain ka muna.”

Manang Muning’s hushed tone beckoning you to join her and the rest of her feline family for dinner gave you a sense of comfort amidst the turbulent feelings that stirred your being. Normally, someone like you, who thrive among the middle-class folk in Malate, would help themselves to a pint of ice cream just for love troubles. But then again, you couldn’t refuse freshly-cooked daing straight from the old woman herself, which was why you went to her stall that one peaceful evening.

Out of the need to seek comfort through food prepared by your favorite vendor by the church, you quickly wolfed down the pieces of smoked fish in your plate, of course trying not to ingest the spines that clung to the meat. It didn’t take long before Manang Muning noticed your troubled disposition mid-meal and placed a hand on your back soothingly.

“(Y/n), anak, parang nagdadalamhati ka yata,” she spoke, which got your heart fluttering in surprise.

After swallowing that one last bite of your meal, you turned to her and said, “Okay lang po ako Manang. Wala lang ‘tong iniisip ko.”

Another wave of surprise caught you on your toes when Manang Muning once again asked, “Tungkol ba ito kay Crispin?”

Eyes widened, you mustered a quick response that turned into yet another question, “P-paano niyo po nalaman?”

Your inquiry made the old woman laugh heartily while a tuxedo cat nearby sauntered towards her, nudging her forearm to ask for more pets. As she let the cat settle on her lap, Manang Muning finally replied, “Anak, malapit ang loob natin sa isa’t-isa. Tuwing nakikita ko ang paningin mo, parati kong nakikita ang pagmumukha ng lalaking yun. Mukhang sinusundan mo yata pagkatapos mong samahan ang aking mga pusa kapag malapit sila sa pinanggalingan nila ng munting Trese.”

You didn’t think that every time you would be in your cat form tailing after Alexandra Trese and her adoptive twin brothers, your beloved old friend would tap into your vision just to see how you were doing. It was apparent that you weren’t bound to make advances of your own towards the trio in black, especially the short-haired twin, and even in plain sight you weren’t much noticeable. After all, who would pay mind to a small house cat, let alone think that it had emotions of its own?

Your heart sinking within your chest, you let your head bow down and your eyes closed as you dwelled in your disappointment. Trusting in Manang Muning, you let out the woes that plagued you that involved you, Crispin, your habit of stalking him whenever he’s nearby, and how you couldn’t get yourself to approach him and let him know you exist.

A chuckle made its way through the old woman, then she wrapped her arm around you, squeezing the farthest arm of yours from her soothingly and began to impart advice of her own. “Anak, talagang hindi mo makukuha yung taong gusto mo kapag naghihinayang ka masyado. Talagang kailangan mo siyang lapitan para mapansin ka niya.”

It didn’t help that whenever Manang Muning would soothe you with advice of her own in such a comforting manner that your eyes would tear up automatically. As you heard her tranquil voice speaking to you, your eyes were glossed with tears which also somewhat accumulated on your lower eyelids.

So you inadvertently looked like the puppy eyes emoji in Facebook Messenger when you looked at her and said, “Di ko po alam kung paano.”

“Anak,” Manang Muning calmly chided as she stroked the tuxedo cat who was nestled on her lap, “tignan mong mabuti itong alaga ko. Kanina, gusto niyang haplusin siya kaya niya hiningi ‘to sa akin. Hinaplos ko siya at hanggang ngayo’y hinehele ko siya gamit ang haplos ko. Alam mo kung bakit nakuha niya ang haplos na gustong-gusto niya?”

You glanced both at the cat in question and looked back at the old woman. It was then that you realized what you could do to charm the demigod you were yearning for.

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From the way you held your ice cream cup as you feasted on the frozen dairy treat, you were nervous as hell, and it was very telling. You could have sworn that your ice cream permanently rendered your hands akin to popsicles as you stared at the dessert on your non-dominant hand. You knew what to do the next time you encounter Crispin, but how would you pull it off smoothly?

Remembering that one night when Manang Muning imparted a valuable lesson to you to limit your hesitations and shoot your shot with the demigod, you knew very well that she meant to tell you to just approach him. It didn’t mean she recommended you to change into your cat form and get his attention the way that other cat did to your beloved manang. But then again, it was your idea. You told her you were going to get Crispin’s attention as a cat. Everyone loves cats right? Besides, it was better than stalking your object of adoration from the alleys and in plain sight, even just as a regular house cat. (Or street cat? Technically, you did have a home.) Love really makes you come up with stupid ideas for sure.

Speak of the devil.

The demigod twins were right at your proximity, and you could tell from the ringing of the entrance door which revealed the both of them entering the premises. Basilio, the younger, long-haired twin, was chattering away while Crispin seemingly paid no mind to him. It seemed strange, however, that their Bossing was not with them. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you were staring at them as the older twin glanced at you for a moment, prompting you to look away and finish your ice cream. What you failed to see next was him smirking to himself before he went to the food aisle.

Your thoughts plagued you as you paused and stared at your now empty cup.

‘God, I can’t believe that shameless idea came to mind. If this backfires I’ll never find love again. Why is this so hard?!’

The stress that accompanied your thought made you unknowingly snap your tiny spoon in two with one hand. It did not help that since the twins were nearby, the sound was enough to make them notice, so their heads immediately turned to where you sat.

“Yikes, the spoon did nothing wrong,” said Basilio in a joking manner as he got a bag of chips from the display rack.

Clearing your throat, you muttered a "sorry" as you got up from where you were and walked to the cashier with your wallet in one hand, wishing to buy another cup of ice cream to calm yourself down. You immediately asked the cashier to serve you that same flavor of ice cream that you loved so much, but as you fished through your wallet for a smaller bill, you noticed that all you had was a 1000-peso bill. As soon as the young man behind the cash register handed you the frozen treat, you blurted out, "I'm sorry, I don't have a smaller bill, do you have change for 1000 pesos?"

The cashier, checking the cash register for enough money for your change, grimaced slightly as he said, "Sorry ma'am, we don't have enough change for that."

Your heart sank all the more as you realized you technically had nothing to pay with, but all of a sudden, you felt as if that heart of yours was caught and gently lifted up as someone handed the cashier the exact amount of money you were supposed to pay the him. You looked closely at the arm and the man it belonged to, and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed that it was actually Crispin who handed the money.

A blush formed on your cheeks as you thanked him for the treat. "I-I have to repay you that same amount next time, don't I?"

Crispin winked at you and replied, "Of course not. Unless you wanna see me again. Now go enjoy your ice cream before it melts."

That smooth motherfucker.

'Jokes on you. I'm the one who's melting, not the ice cream.'

You walked back to that same table you sat by, savoring your first small scoops of ice cream with a new spoon as you glanced back at your crush and his twin brother. By the looks of it, the younger twin seemed to be teasing his kuya, nudging him a few times with a shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe you finally got through to Crispin?

Now you began to second-guess turning into a cat to get his attention.

#trese on netflix #trese comics #trese fanfiction #reader insert #trese x reader #crispin x reader #crispin trese #basilio trese

[maria-akira]

hi ! can i request hcs for ammie and hannah from trese ? and i also love your to the rescue oneshot ! it was so cute and fluffy (๑>◡<๑)

hannah and amie | random hcs

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hello! i'm sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations, i will gladly repeat it if you'd like, anon!

warnings: noneeee

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normal day-to-day:

for some reason, feeling ko mas maaga gumigising si hannah. amie looks like the type to make puyat or sleep in.

hannah usually cooks breakfast, she's also a great cook!! fave niyang breakfast is tocino (w suka, itlog, and kanin)

syempre pagluluto din ni hannah si amie kahit late siya gumising

pero kapag walang ulam sa bahay, gigising sila ng maaga and ma mamalengke sila !!

hindi sila maarte kapag na mamalengke, nakasuot lang sila ng shorts at tshirt/tank top (na minsan walang bra, kasi aminin natin nakakainis mag bra sa bahay)

magaling sila tumawad!!!!!

gusto ni amie na malamig tubig niya sa pag ligo, kaya siya nauuna kasi nagiinit pa ng tubig si hannah sa kusina

nag sshare sila ng clothes, toiletries (minus toothbrush hello?!?!?!), makeup, skincare <3

cute/fluffy stuff:

they both can't sleep without hugging a pillow/stuffed animal

they love giving gifts, really take the time to think about kung anong bibilin nila para sa pagbibigyan nila

they text their friends 'nakauwi ka na ba?' kapag pauwi na yung friend/s nila from a party

omg may naisip ako SHET

HEAR ME OUT!!! GIRLS SUPPORT GIRLS. LIKE LEGIT SILA YON.

they hype you up!!!!! OMG AAAA

when you feel insecure about how you look, they'd say 'ano ka ba? you're so ganda/pogi kaya! halika, let's go shopping.' AAAAA

ETO PAAAA WAIT

SILA YUNG TYPE NA IINVITE KA SUMAMA SA KANILA KAPAG MAG ISA KANG NAG CCLUBBING

"psst, psst! sama ka samin here!!"

syempre mag hhesitate ka pero gora ka naman kasi mag isa ka nga

as soon as you go to them omg sobrang bait nila

they would probably also set you up with some guys/girls at the club

OR IPAGTATANGGOL KA KAPAG MAY CREEP NA NAGHIHIT SAYO

"hey! ikaw! layo ka nga sa friend namin! you're so panget kaya, alis!"

kapag sad ka, THEY WILL SPOIL YOU OR STAY WITH YOU UNTIL YOURE OKAY <3

random stuff:

feeling ko matalino silang dalawa, especially sa math at science

they probably studied at a science high school or a catholic school before

OR THEY WERE BOTH ENROLLED AT KUMON??!?!?!

mahilig sila manuod ng mga documentaries

magaling sila kumanta ?!?!?!?!??!

secretly bookworms omg

tinry nilang maglaro ng ml pero di nila bet

feeling ko naglalaro sila ng valorant???

weird ata to pero gumagamit sila ng pads na may wings

modess ginagamit nila, ayaw nila ng whisper

marunong din sila mag bike

ETO TALAGA FEELING KO MAGALING SILA MAG CHINESE GARTER

marunong mag play ng instuments, specifically piano and violin

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sana nagustohan nyo to 🧎🏻‍♀️ internal screaming

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#trese #trese fanfic #trese imagine #hannah and amie #trese komiks #basilio #crispin #alexandra trese #basilio x reader #crispin x reader #basilio imagine #crispin imagine

[x-infernhoes-x]

Merry-Go Round of Life- Amie and Hannah x Fem! Reader

 Title: Merry- Go Round of Life

Genre: Fluff, Romance, WLW, Happy Ending

Warning(s): Not much

Description: Inspired by my love for ballet since forever and that one time in 2019 where I finally got to see a show with a friend. (Psst, if you’re said friend and are reading this, thank you. I will treasure that moment forever.) Also inspired by @maria-akira​​’s random hc’s for both Hannah and Amie which you could find here! I also took the liberty to watch a ballet show on Youtube as I was writing this to get into the feeling of it! Either way, I hope you guys enjoy this one!

 PS. There’s going to be a reference from my Dominic imagine that shows that Dom and his girl get a happy ending, and a couple few references from maria-akira’s headcanons about them both so keep an eye out! OH and I’d like to give @thera-daydreams​​ a huge shout-out for blessing the fandom with names for Dominic’s bodyguards! Just wanna say I love your work and that I can’t wait for the next update of Inday! Also, this is the first time I will be introducing my Trese OC in the fanfic! Her bio’s going to be up soon while I work on my fics such as the Tapia x Reader fic and Evermore part 2!

7-5-2021 Note: Ngl to you besties but this was the longest fanfic I have ever worked on hdsjhjsgh like I started this on the 29th of June. Like….slow burn much??

7-6-2021 Note: I’ll be honest with you guys, this was my first time writing a poly-fic and one that shows how life is between all of them and sharing the same space. I tried my best on this one since I make sure it sounded relatable for those who are in a polyamorous relationship! Also I wasn’t exactly clear on Amie and Hannah’s relation towards each other like are they related or anything so I went for the two of them being close best friends instead. Also I highly recommend listening to Merry Go Round of Life from Howl’s Moving Castle!

       Hannah and Amie may look like Manila’s Resident It Girls, possessing a sort of ethereal beauty who loved to party, attend drag races, and everything in between, you would expect them to be the type of girls who would have a great disregard for the arts and the type of girls who would complain about housework but behind those fair facades and lipstick smiles, they were completely and entirely different from what the world has perceived them as. Behind the scenes, the two of them were more than what the outside thinks them to be.

They were both beauty and brains combined. They were brave, strong, and selfless women who can hold up their fights and would not hesitate to fight for their rights. They were strong advocates of the term ‘girls support girls’ hell, even their friends say that they were the embodiment of the very term itself. Occasionally, the two of them would even go out of their way to help out in charities and various organizations that would benefit either the people in need, nature, animals and the like. Both of them are also good at sports, huge bookworms, and are very talented in music, dance and the arts, hell they were even good at traditional Filipino games such as Piko and Chinese Garter. Between the two of them, Amie was the more active one who would engage in sports such as Volleyball, Soccer, and Boxing while Hannah focused on Badminton, Sepak Takraw, and Arnis.

But out of all of those things, the two of them had a love for Ballet.  Tonight was a different night for the both of them where they would take breaks from the Drag Race scene and settle into something they haven’t done in a very long time. The two of them decided to watch CCP’s Ballet Philippines’ show of Swan Lake. Although it wasn’t a last-minute decision, it was more or less a friend of theirs who had accidentally ordered tickets for tonight’s show instead of the afternoon one. Although Amie was more of a Cinderella than Swan Lake, Hannah seemed to be excited about it, eager for the time the two of them would finally get the chance to watch the show. Tonight, they’ve traded their fabulous runaway model looks for something much simpler, casual, laid-back, and fit for a ballet show. Though they did make sure that their outfits for tonight were still fashionable and color-coordinated, the two of them set off sometime around 5:30 pm to make it on time for their scheduled show which was at 7:00 pm.

The two wind spirits then arrived at their destination as the duo then bid Alex and the twins goodbye, thanking the trio for letting them ride with them since Maliksi was currently unavailable. Once they’ve gone on their separate ways, both Hannah and Amie entered the premises, buzzing with energy and bright smiles as they walked inside, hand in hand. Inside the theatre’s lobby, it was buzzing with patrons of all ages, genders, and races, the lobby was as glamorous as ever with glittering lights shining above their heads, distracted by the glamour the building holds, around the lower floor were several art exhibits holding all sorts of creations from whimsical and merry to majestic and almost life-like. Amie and Hannah both enjoyed the exhibit itself before the two of them went up to the second floor where the Main Theater was. Once it was time for everyone to head inside for the show, the duo then made their way over to their seats while they were accompanied by one of the staff after their tickets were scanned. The two of them took their seats, holding their copies of Ballet Philippines’ magazines that were given to them when the staff was handing some of them out to the guests. One by one the theater began to fill up slowly with people and Amie managed to point out some of the familiar faces they know out in the crowd discretely. In one of the upper boxes by their left was the newly-crowned King of Aswangs, Dominic sat along with his entourage that consisted of his two bodyguards named Viatrix and Ursule, his emissary and younger sister of Viatrix and Ursule, Kasimira who sat beside Dominic’s human wife and the now crowned Duchess of the Aswang tribes, holding her husband’s hand lovingly as they spoke in hushed tones. Soon the lights dimmed around them, encasing the whole theater in temporal darkness before the velveteen curtains parted to show a projection of a swan, the orchestra playing their first notes as the show began.

Time flew by them like a gentle breeze and soon Act 1 of Swan Lake was finished as the people applauded the dancer’s for their superb performance. It was a surprise when Amie had whispered to Hannah that she was starting to like Swan Lake. Act 2 soon followed and everything seemed to change from there on the moment they set their eyes on the ballerina who was playing the role of Odette, (Y/N) (L/N). She moved with such grace and style that seemed to stand out of the crowd, almost as if she was a wind spirit herself, dancing among the clouds. Hannah and Amie couldn’t place their fingers on it but it almost felt like they knew each other from a distant past almost like a dream.  Whenever she came out on stage they would only focus on her and her only, almost in a trance, completely unable to tear their gaze away from the ballet dancer, and somehow they could catch her staring back discretely as she danced and this continued for an hour like shy lovers exchanging longing glances from across the room. Soon the show ended and both Hannah and Amie knew this was their time to finally meet her up close and personal.

It was difficult to reach (Y/N) at this point because everyone was busy either interviewing some of the dancers, photo ops here and there, and a couple few relatives and patrons chatting among themselves as the cast made their rounds around the place. “Umuwi nalang kaya tayo, Hannah.” Amie would tell Hannah who was actively looking around for (Y/N) through the throng of people that seemed to grow even further and that they were pretty convinced that she had already gone backstage. Sighing, Hannah was then about to agree and walk away with Amie before they heard it. A voice softer than any song and sweeter than any honey, it sounded light and inquisitive that made both girls stop in their tracks. “Excuse me, are you Hannah and Amie?” The two silver-haired females had never spun so quickly in their whole lives, their hearts jumping slightly at the action, and there before them was the very person that they were looking for in the first place—(Y/N) who was still wearing her costume from the show, a warm smile plastered upon her lips as she stood before them. “Ay yes, kami nga yun.” Hannah was the first to speak, feeling blood rush to her cheeks due to the fluttery feeling she felt burst upon her chest. This was the first time Hannah had felt like this towards anybody really, it was almost as if her confidence had diminished right before her eyes and she could tell Amie was the same too. The two of them were always confident and flirty towards the people they’ve been with but this was the first time they had felt like this in a long while almost as if they were meeting again for the first time in their lives and the same feeling of knowing them somewhere seemed to return even stronger than it was earlier. “Mabuti naman! I honestly thought the two of you already left! Kasimira and Maliksi told me about you guys before! I’m glad na makikila ko  kayo ng personal! Ako nga pala si (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you both!” (Y/N) said rather enthusiastically, a beautiful grin plastered on her face that seemed to reach her eyes. At the mention of both Maliksi and Kasimira the two girls temporarily exchanged glances before Hannah caught Kasimira looking at their way with a wink and a playful smile, pressing a finger against her light pink lips before she left with her sisters. Both of them made a mental note to thank the Prince of Tikbalangs and the Emissary of the Aswang King later.

Amie then stepped forward finally gaining the courage to speak after Hannah had gone quiet, flashing  (Y/N) a smile of her own. “Pleased to meet you too, (Y/N). Ako nga pala si Amie.” Nodding over to Hannah, the other smiled at the ballerina before she spoke, “At ako si Hannah. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

Looking back at that memory, it felt as if it had just happened yesterday despite a couple of years that had gone by the three of them. Yes, three. The moment Hannah and Amie had met (Y/N) the three of them knew they would be the greatest of friends and perhaps maybe something more than just that. It was hard at first for both Hannah and Amie because of how they had the same feelings towards the talented ballerina but somehow they’ve managed to work through it, constantly pushing down their feelings for her. Throughout the countless days and nights they would spend with her, the feelings seemed to grow stronger alongside the bond they all share, there were days where Hannah would accompany (Y/N) to one of the studios she would practice at, sometimes Hannah would bring her violin with her just to play for (Y/N) as she danced.

On other days, it was Amie who would be with her for the whole day. Instead of ballet, (Y/N) insisted on going to the gym with her or would play sports. There was a time where Amie was genuinely surprised at the mere fact that (Y/N) also did sports like Muay Thai, Parkour, and Kickboxing aside from ballet, and both of them would occasionally spar or teach each other what they knew about their respective sports. Over the weekends, the three of them would always have a girl’s night out either watching Maliksi on his matches, clubbing with Kasimira and her sisters, and basically everything in between. There was never a dull moment between all of them. They would do almost everything together and one of their favorite past-times contained both Hannah and Amie playing their instruments while (Y/N) danced around her apartment, sometimes the three of them would even go out shopping together while occasionally defending each other against creeps who would try and hit on them. Amie’s favorite memory was that one time (Y/N) along with the help of Hannah stop this one creep from harassing one of the salesladies and watch his face turn white the moment both Hannah and (Y/N) landed a punch on the guy’s face. Throughout the years they’ve spent together, both of them had decided to confess to (Y/N) the moment her show had ended and mostly away from prying eyes and ears. Luckily, she had reciprocated their feelings and confessed that she had also felt the same towards the both of them and never wanted to pick between the two of them and break the other’s heart, which resulted in Amie hugging her and Hannah placing a loving kiss upon her forehead as a way to tell her that they were both glad that she had felt the same as well. Despite being polyamorous, this seemed to spark a lot of controversies, several rumors, and backlash from people that never understood how it was. The three of them faced a lot of difficulties together and (Y/N), Amie and Hannah fought for each other.

They were deeply in love with one another and cared for each other more than anything in this world and at this point, the three of them thought they were unstoppable. Date nights never seemed to be dull and all members of the relationship were content with each other, there wasn’t a single fight ever, and if there was, someone was bound to apologize quickly and forget the fight ever happened at all. Sundays were spent playing music together and the rest of the days flew by them like a breeze and soon Hannah and Amie moved in with their girlfriend, (Y/N) since driving back and forth seemed to be taxing for everyone (Amie and Hannah never needed to drive however since they were Wind Spirits but (Y/N) wasn’t so the best course of action was to live with her instead). Throughout living together in the same space, all three of the girls seemed to pick up on the small things, habits, and quirks they’ve never heard of such as (Y/N) talking in her sleep, Amie being a notorious night-owl and a secret shitposter and Hannah who was, surprisingly, a messy sleeper between the two.

Pets were another thing as well, at first, it was only (Y/N) and her pet cat but ever since Hannah and Amie moved in with her, birds of all various kinds seemed to flock towards their apartment to the point the neighbors thought of it as bizarre and since there was a feline in the mix, it was hard to keep the cat away from the wild birds Amie and Hannah took care of. Living together with (Y/N) made Hannah and Amie forget about the fact that they were wind spirits, destined to live on forever, and being with their beloved girlfriend made them think they’d grow old together. The thought had hit them during a certain time of vulnerability but (Y/N) made sure that her two girlfriends lived the life the three of them always wanted.

It was bittersweet really but the three went on to marry each other they’ve decided it was the right time. The ceremony itself was a simple one, attended by close friends and certain family members, and was led by Hank who happened to be an ordained minister and the trio had never looked so in love than they were before. The years they’ve spent together were in pure bliss and color and all three went on to have very fulfilling lives until the end of (Y/N)’s mortal life. Though the pain was unbearable of losing someone so dear to them, Hannah and Amie had never expected something to happen two years after they lost (Y/N).

 As Hannah and Amie were looking through their Wedding Album while cleaning, they heard a knock upon their door. At this time of day, their friends were usually busy with their own lives and all, glancing at each other, Hannah could only close the album shut as she spoke, “May binili ka ba online this week, Amie??” Amie could only shake her head at this as she replied, “Wala naman, Han. I mean, sinigurado ko rin na bayad na yung upa natin for this month e. Do you think we should check?” Before Hannah could answer, the person standing outside their door finally spoke, the voice shaking them both to the core, “Han, Amie, pakibukas naman yung pinto please!”  Both wide-eyed and surprised, the two girls made their way to the door, opening it quickly as they could, silently praying and hoping to the gods that they weren’t dreaming or hearing things.

 The door swung open and before them was (Y/N) in all of her glory. No longer was she old and wrinkly but rather she looked just the way they had met her all those years ago. Young, healthy, and blooming and now dressed in a white dress that looked like it was made out of clouds but what striked both Hannah and Amie was her eyes and hair---instead of their real colors, were nearly the same as theirs but completely different, almost reminding them of Cirrus clouds and it took both Hannah and Amie to realize that (Y/N) was a different type of air elemental but regardless of their realization, the two of them could only tackle her into a tight hug, crying and sobbing out of joy that she had come back to them and that the promise of forever was no longer a promise. Their love for each other seemed to reach the hearts of the gods above them and decided to never part the three lovers ever again. They will forever remain together for all eternity, dancing across the clouds and the skies.

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[lovingjeankirstein]

watching trese w kuya iwa and oikawa hcs? 👁👁

bestie romeo back at it again with the kuya iwa hc ideas.

BEING FR- I FORGOT A LOT OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED SO THIS IS PROLLY VAGUE

gn! reader (ALSO: t = tooru oikawa; h = hajime iwaizumi; y/n = you)

CW! SOME SPOILERS FROM TRESE. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ALSO, slight language

watching trese with oikawa and half-filipino! iwaizumi

you and iwa would’ve watched it already, but oikawa brings it up one day when he sees it while finding what to watch on netflix.

t: iwa channn, y/n channn!! did you watch that new filipino anime that came out on netflix yet??

h: yea what about it?

t: CAN YOU GUYS WATCH WITH MEEE I WANT TO WATCH A FILIPINO ANIME WITH MY IRL FILIPINO FRIENDS PLEASEEEE

y/n: im down!! we can educate you on our culture and myths too.

you’re all either at oikawa’s house or haji’s, but if you’re at haji’s, he’ll have filipino snacks for all of you to really enhance the experience.

we got everything like boy bawang, balut, oishi shrimp chips, piattos, otap, pancit canton, literally anything bruh. (choc nut for nuno)

you and hajime will be cuddling on the couch or be closer to each other than oikawa and he’s there third wheeling like 💀💀

t: huh it’s getting a little cold in here don’t you think

h: *throws him a blanket* here that’ll fix it

I FEEL LIKE OIKAWA IS A MOVIE/SHOW TALKER

like in serious parts he’ll shut up and pay attention but otherwise he’ll just be talking and asking about it at random parts sm you’ll have to rewind a lot.

t: ooh what’s that

y/n: it’s a duwende

t: *tries to say it for the next 5 minutes*

y/n: tooru i will throw this remote at you i’ll help you learn it later just sh for now

HIM BEING LOWKEY SURPRISED/SCARED AT THE ASWANGS AND WHEN HE SEES NUNO

t: OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT

h: nuno is a spirit of the elderly. if you don’t say “tabi tabi po” on their property they will curse you. he reminds me of you.

t: IWA CHANNNN ARE YOU CALLING ME UGLY 😞

y/n: 😀☝🏼 NO well maybe BUT NO IT’S BC YOU’RE A CHISMOSA TANGINA (chismosa: gossiper. tangina = bitch)

when moments like the prison attack happen with the thing with the prisoner, he actually wants to chat about it and his opinion before the next episode. it turns into a whole deep conversation.

this makes watching stuff with oikawa so fun and worthwhile.

you guys would be watching in tagalog dub and he’d be shocked to find out some of the things haji calls him are so rude.

t: OH HE JUST SAID WHAT YOU CALL ME IWA. YOU CALL ME A GAGO- … I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT MEANS IM TALENTED 😞

WHEN THE WIND ELEMENTS GET THEIR PRIZE OF GETTING LAID BY KAMBAL (pls that was so humorous i can’t) OIKAWA MAKES SM SMUG COMMENTS you guys end up laughing a lot.

t: woah ho ho getting action i seee 👀 kambal went to town that night hehe

during the final battle he gets so upset when everything starts going wrong.

t: WHY’D THEY KILL CAPTAIN GURRERO WHAT

t: KAMBAL AREN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHY WHAT ARE THEY DOING NO

don’t forget his tagalog would be pretty slanged but he’s trying

lowkey predicted the ending tho. he’d be like “is this some ending where the lesson is family is stronger than anything or something”

5 minutes later: “Malakas nga ang lukso ng dugo, pero hindi matitinag ang pamilya.” (the bond of blood might be strong, but the bond of family is stronger)

t: I KNEW IT HAH YOU HEARD ME RIGHT

you and iwa: SHUSH WATCH THE DAMN SHOW OIKAWA

all in all, oikawa would really enjoy trese. he likes the folklore and he got to learn more about his besties.

he finds all of the aswangs and creatures very cool and interesting even tho they may look ugly/scary to him.

he liked that it was funny and really showed the culture of the philippines. he ofc would say all this to both you and haji.

he would text you two in the middle of the night that he got a nightmare of a tiyanak or xa mul. you guys would lowk laugh but reassure him they aren’t real for like two weeks.

he’d also swear he saw the white lady of balente drive while walking home from practice even though we’re in japan???

you guys wouldn’t express it, but you guys both appreciate oikawa enjoying it and his willingness to know more about the legends and myths from where you two came from. oikawa def knows you two feel this way tho.

BAM DONE. I HOPE YOU LIKE BESTIE ROMEO I ENJOYED WRITING THIS.

aoba johsai masterlist

tags: @nanaomiomi @jesus-christ-super-ace

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #aoba jōsai #aoba johsai #aoba josai headcanons #aoba josai x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi headcanons #hajime iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hq x reader #hq hajime #iwaizumi imagine #oikawa x reader #oikawa scenarios #oikawa headcanons #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #oikawa hcs #toru oikawa

[batfamtv]

requests are now CLOSED for trese everyone! thank you so much for sending me all your requests (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

here are the upcoming hc/fics i will be working on:

kambal x reader sfw and nsfw

basilio x mermaid!reader

basilio x popular!reader

demigod!reader hc

injured!reader hc

alexandra x reader (friends to lovers)

alexandra playing with your hair hc

kambal x tiny!reader

alexandra takes care of you when you get sick hc

how they court you (crispin and basilio) hc

yandere basilio hc

once again thank you so much for all your reblogs, likes and notes! maraming salamat po, madamo gid nga salamat! <3

#bftvtrese #trese imagine #trese

[am-the-renegade]

So I have a HC for my trese oc

Ren

-uses arnis sticks

-knows filipino martial arts

-uses arnis sticks but made from a rare element that can withstand fire

(Gonna research on that)

-berserker mode: all out fire elemental user

I think thats all am lazy

#trese #treseoc

[smolla-than-a-bug]

trese boys + things my guy friends do

ft. crispin, basilio, tapia, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader

notes — sweet but stupid LMAO saw someone do this for hq, thought of doing one for trese! i’m making hcs for now so i can ease back into writing longer stuff :>

—crispin

gives u song recs and makes u spotify playlists

You unlock your phone and the first thing you see is a message that says hey have u heard this song? with a link attached below. You say you haven’t.

listen to it rn

have u heard of the artist at least?

Again, you say you haven’t.

WHAT

okay brb gimme like 5 mins

He comes back with another link, but it’s a link to a playlist this time. It’s filled mostly with songs of the artist he was talking about earlier along with other artists that make similar sounding music. You’re familiar with some, but before you’re able to completely scroll through the entire playlist, your eyes catch its title and you don’t know how your eyes had just skimmed over it. ‘y/n boboshit’

You quickly go back to your conversation to cuss him out for that.

HAHAHAHAHAHA 😛

okok whatever lets do a listening party

—basilio

spams u on text/rings ur phone to get ur attention when he watches a horror movie so u’ll keep him company bc he’s “scared”

hey whered u go. Your phone pings—another message. You’re so close to blocking him.

hoy come back

HOY ANO BA

DONT LEAVE ME HOY

You can’t escape him. Your phone sounds off with new notifications, one after the other, until finally, your ringtone goes off, and you have had it. “What?” you hiss out once you pick up, only for the call to be ended just as soon as you did. You type out the words ‘what the fuck’. The response is instant.

i cant talk to u over the phone stupid

im in the cinema remember 💀

stay w me tho im getting scared HAHAHAHA

You roll your eyes. This man deals with creatures of the night for a living, and he’s scared of horror movies? Yeah, okay.

—tapia

once tried to watch a movie w u through discord but couldn’t figure out how to share the screen with audio so u ended up watching the movie separately while on video call

You laugh as you switch to the other tab. On the other end of the line, Tapia’s counting down for both of you. “Okay, okay, play.”

A few minutes pass, and your laptop lags. You mentally curse your internet server before letting Tapia know that your movies probably aren’t in sync anymore.

“Huh? Okay, what timestamp are you on. I’m at 14:57.”

“11:43,” you read aloud.

When he says he’ll rewind his to match yours and starts counting down again for you to hit the play button at the same time, he sighs out, “This is so stupid.”

You both burst out laughing.

“Shut up, I don’t know how to use Discord.”

—dominic

encourages you to rant because he both finds it amusing and wants to know the tea

“…the chicken was fine when I put it in the pan. I turn around for a second and bam! Fire! I don’t even know how the fuck that happened! And, you know…”

You’ve been ranting for hours about how shitty your day has been, and Dominic’s been listening intently over video call. He laughs a lot and he reacts occasionally, saying things like ‘Damn’, ‘Whaaaat’, or ‘For real?’ to egg you on.

You sighed once you finished covering all the events of your day, slumping in your seat. Unbeknownst to you, Dominic made a mental note to send over some comfort food to hopefully lift your spirits.

—maliksi

picks u up at midnight for a spontaneous drive to starbucks in tagaytay

are u awake?, read the new notification on your phone. You drop your textbook and highlighter for a while to reply that, yes, you are awake and that you were just studying. Now seems like a good time for a break though.

Not even a minute passed after you hit send, and you’re already getting a new notification. good coz im outside.

Outside where? Outside as in outside my place?

get dressed. come out. lets go tags

He’s insane for showing up in the dead of the night, not to mention without warning, but you’re equally as insane for actually complying. Putting on sweats and a jacket, you make your way out the door, and there he was, reaching over the passenger’s seat to push the door open for you.

Once you’re settled in, he takes off, disconnecting his phone from the bluetooth speakers of his car as he went. “Connect your phone. You play music.”

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

trese tag list — @lumpiang-toge @binibiningbabaylan @marinac15 @effmigentlywithachainsaw

#trese headcanons #trese crispin #trese basilio #trese tapia #trese dominic #trese maliksi #crispin and basilio x reader #crispin x reader #basilio x reader #tapia x reader #dominic x reader #maliksi x reader #trese hcs #trese x reader #trese imagines #trese netflix #trese

[smolla-than-a-bug]

trese characters when you offer them your hand

ft. alexandra, crispin, basilio, dominic, maliksi

navi | trese m.list

content — gn!reader, suggestive descriptions on mal’s part

notes — I PROMISE I ACTUALLY HAVE FICS IN THE DRAFTS IVE JUS BEEN TOO DISTRACTED TO FINISH THEM AHAHAHA inspired by that one tiktok trend where you offer your hand to your s/o out of nowhere and see how they react

—alexandra

does the mano po gesture

at least she’s respectful

Alexandra is busy abusing the punching bag when you approach her. She’s mid-punch when you tap her on the shoulder to gain her attention, extending your hand towards her and opting to not say anything.

She slowly relaxes her body and steadies the punching bag. Her eyebrows pulled together as she sent you an inquisitive look to which you reciprocate with a shrug. Then she cautiously approaches you, gently taking your hand in hers before leaning down to touch the back of your hand to her forehead and backing away to resume her training.

Your jaw drops. “Hey, I am not that old!”

—crispin

high-fives you

unintentionally bro-zones you 💀

You were both chilling on the sofa. Crispin had his eyes on the television while you mindlessly scrolled through TikTok where you came across one video of a girl offering her hand to her friends to see what they’d do with it. Seeing as you were conveniently sitting beside a potential test subject, you paused the video and called out to Crispin, extending your hand in his direction with your palm facing up.

“Hm?” He turned his head to see what you needed. Upon being met with you staring back at him expectantly, he raised an eyebrow and glanced down at your open hand.

Unsure about what you were asking for, he didn’t even think about it before slapping his palm against yours, dapping you up like he would in meeting with Basilio or one of his friends, then focusing his attention back on the screen in front of him.

“Wow... okay, pare chong.”

—basilio

bites your hand

but like,, affectionately

It had been a long day for all of you, and you could say that with the amount work you’d been doing, you were all a little out of it. That being said, when you tried the trend on Basilio, he took one look at your hand in front of his face and did not hesitate before landing a big chomp on it, which made you burst out in laughter. “Why did you do that?” you wheezed out.

He chuckled, caressing the skin where his teeth left little indents then looking up at you with confused puppy eyes. “Sa totoo lang, ‘di ko rin alam. (To be honest, I don’t know either.) It just felt right.”

—dominic

kisses your palm

he is *chef’s kiss*

Ever the romantic and intent on making his lover feel like nothing less than royalty, this is one of his favorite ways of showing affection. In fact, if you asked him, his favorite place to kiss you would probably be on your hand or the inside of your wrist because he loves how flustered you look afterwards. Hence, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when he tenderly takes your hand and bows down to press a soft kiss on the back of your hand like a natural prince.

He maintains eye contact with you throughout his display, smirking when you struggle to avert your eyes as the room begins to feel hotter than it actually is.

—maliksi

licks your fingers

literally lives to fluster you

He already knows which TikTok trend it is you’re trying on him, but he won’t tell you that, no. Instead, he’ll play games with you just for the fun of it.

Upon being presented with your hand, Maliksi encases it in his own large one, curling your thumb, pinky, and ring fingers so that only two remain erect. He then lewdly licks up the length of your two fingers, keeping one eye open to watch your reaction before completely slipping your whole fingers past his lips and releasing them with a loud pop.

“Walang hiya ka talaga, alam mo ‘yun? (You really are shameless, you know that?)”

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

tags — @lumpiang-toge

ps — no one: crispin:

#trese headcanons #alexandra trese #trese crispin #trese basilio #trese dominic #trese maliksi #alexandra trese x reader #crispin and basilio x reader #crispin x reader #dominic x reader #basilio x reader #maliksi x reader #trese hcs #trese netflix #trese

[smolla-than-a-bug]

been inactive coz i was stuck babysitting the whole weekend 💀 but i got headcanons for the trese fandom tomo !

#children tire me out so much oml #i got baby fever shopping for a bday gift for my nephew too rip #all the dilf fics on my dash looking rlly good rn #I ALSO CHANGED THE LAYOUT FOR HCS #trese