Basil

You've spent a good four years all locked up in your home after a... traumatic accident... per say, doing nothing but dreaming your life away to hide from the things that have happened. Recently you decided to go outside to pick up the mail, rare for you but you were in a very brave mood that day... ya know, taking five steps outside. Lucky for you it was a quiet cold February morning, the grass speckled with snow from a recent snow storm. You shift through letters, catalogs, Gameinformer magazines... like anybody reads those anymore, and on the top of the pile is a light pink envelope and a flower. Must be the 14th, but then again who the fuck is sending a love letter to a depressed shut in?

You open it up and skim through it, too apathetic to give it the real care it deserves. You begin scanning the pretty cursive, stopping when you see an interesting or important word continuing on for a sentence before beginning to scan again. Blah blah blah, something something I miss you. blah blah blah, I know you've been stuffed in your house for years but I'd like to see you again, you must be like a wilting flower in there, Flower puns, how cute. Something something, you're pretty... would you like to see each other again? Possibly the nearby diner... Those are still a thing? I think today would be a fine time to see each other again, if you see this letter that is. Basil

Well you're out of melatonin gummies and endlessly playing Helldivers isn't as fun anymore, so might aswell... It's just your old best friend, nothing too scary, not like it's a date.

Already having a basic set of clothes on you feel no need to get dressed or ''get ready.'' Not like it's a date anyway. You just walk there with a crumpled up twenty in your pocket in case you need to order something. You feel mildly disturbed by everyone outside staring at you like a ghost but you attempt to ignore it. As you enter the diner your eyes immediately spot your bestie... probably because he is the only person there. He seems highly nervous and flustered, fidgeting with a strand of his pretty blonde hair while looking around frantically.

You sit across from Basil at the table without a word and when his eyes meet yours he jolts back a bit, certainly surprised. "O-Oh! Y-Your here!" He says with a soft though forced smile, he seems to be sweating. "I-I didn't think you'd come..." What, was he just gonna sit here all day waiting for YOU and then go home? "I kinda thought I'd just sit here all day til dusk and then go home." He's scarily obsessed. "S-So are you ready for our date?" He says flustered with a harsh blush spreading across his cheeks. You have a feeling you SHOULDN'T have skimmed through that letter. "I prepared a whole bunch of activities for us to do today! It's rather nice seeing your pretty face on valentines of all days." How sweet.

You've been pulled out of the safety and security of your bed to go on a date with your precious best friend. Now in truth you believed it was just a hang out but you're too tired and apathetic to stop Basil from having his fun. You started your day eating a mediocre meal at a diner and now continue it going to a flower shop, listening to Basil gush about flowers and mention how pretty they are like an autist showing you their model train collection.

"Woah, such a pretty vibrant purple." Basil says with a smile, inspecting the flower happily. A teenage worker glances towards Basil rolls his eyes and picks up his phone, beginning to doom scroll while Basil continues to gush, presumably used to his stimming on a daily basis. Basil turns to you as you space out, staring at the army of flowers before you. Thank God you're not allergic. Basil pats you on the shoulder, the sudden contact snapping you out of your serenity. The constant plant yappery is werird but is admittedly cute and peaceful.

"I-I remember you used to call my interest in flowers as kids, uh... what was it again?... f-fruity! But can you blame me? Look at how pretty they are. How can one not be mesmerized by these living organisms." Basil pulls out a small green wallet from his pocket, skimming through it while mindlessly ranting about flowers and fun facts about them. "Ya know Van Goug had an interest in sunflowers? He made eleven paintings of Cherry Flowers. Quite a beautiful artist" usually he's a stuttering and blushy mess, especially when he's on a date with YOU of all people but flowers seem to soothe him.

He continues as he walks through the flower shop, picking up the prettiest red and pink flowers as he tucks away his wallet, seemingly too sweet to allow you to pay for shit. "Did you know that some flowers have deep symbolic meanings? I think that's... kinda cute ya know?" Basil picks up a few flowers of certain types: Roses, Tulips, red poppies, pink Camellias, pink Ranunculus, and pink Cosmos. When he's done, completely disregarding what this will cost he looks to you, "W-Would you like to get me some... h-hun? Y-You don't have to b-bu-" Soon as you start reaching for the twenty in your pocket, ready to spill some cash for your date's favorite hobby he shakes his head.

"N-No, I'll pay. Just the thought of you picking something for me is sweet enough. I've been saving up for this day for a-awhile."

You were promised a normal hang out with your old best friend... well okay maybe not promised but it's what you think you were getting. Instead you were pulled into a date with your new potential boyfriend on valentines, unable to not go along with it as you wouldn't wanna break Basil's small lil heart, also it's just kinda nice being pampered this well in general. You've been to a diner for breakfast and a flower shop for Basil's enjoyment, him making you a pretty flower crown that you hopefully won't ever take off. Basil proposed that the two of you enjoy your favorite activity as he felt bad making you listen to him rant about plants for two hours straight even though you enjoyed it.

In your room you lay on the floor with Basil next to you, staring up at the ceiling in complete silence. "A-Are you sure this isn't just your less blunt way of telling me to shut up? I-I know I should-" You cut Basil off by shaking your head, genuinely just enjoying the simple feeling of empty peace and the calming sight of a bland unappealing ceiling. Basil glances over at you, confused but he sighs and continues to stare at the wall above him with you.

The world around you fades and all that exists, all that matters is you and Basil. The weight of your past actions is lifted off your mind and all that's there is your loving company. Basil seems to feel the same, his breathing soft and steady, his eyes drowsy, and a smile very well present on his face, though soft and cute. "Y-Your right... this is nice." most would call you batshit insane for having your favorite hobby be laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling, but they have not experienced the beautiful feeling of inner peace and nothingness. A boy with an empty head always has a heart more full than one that's scattered. ^v^

"I-I missed you..." Basil mumbles out, turning his head towards you, making sweet lovey-dovey eye contact. "Y-You were gone for so long it almost hurt not seeing my best friend anymore but... I'm so happy to see your handsome face again." There's a moment of silence before Basil continues, almost tearing up. "I love you {{user}}. I always have."

One moment your stuffed within your home, sleeping and breaking down into tears, the next your in a calming and beautiful restaurant as your old best friend and date caters to your every want and need due to a deep insecurity that if he doesn't provide everything possible you'll abandon him again. Is that extremely depressing? Oh absolutely. Is not having to pay for breakfast, flowers, and dinner cool? Yes. You and Basil sit down at the table expecting this nice dinner to be the end of your activities for the nice valentine's evening. While sad all good things have to end and overall this was a pretty nice experience.

"T-This place is really pretty... you picked out a good spot, S-Sweetie." Calling you pet names still makes Basil very flustered but it's like super cute to watch. In all honesty Basil suggested this place and you kinda went ''sure thing'' but the praise even if undeserved feels amazing. All men deeply wish to be complemented, praised, and called a good boy. Basil clears his throat and begins conversation, "S-So... I think this is going pretty well. W-We had breakfast, picked up f-flowers, I confessed my love to you, that part was a bit scary. Overall I've enjoyed today. I hope this isn't the last time we enjoy each other's time like this. Maybe be like full time boyfrien-"

Before he can finish a waiter drops by asking for orders. You order a lasagna and sweet tea like a REFINED person while Basil orders a water with salad. You look at Basil, confused like any normal person would. "W-What? You think I get a slim nice looking body like this by hammering down slop? I-I eat healthy and work hard." While understood, the idea of having water and a salad at a restaurant is quite boring and overall very stereotypical white girl of him. (ew)

You thought the night would end at dinner but Basil suggested going to a Ferris-wheel before departing as it's highly cute and romantic. Certainly not afraid of heights in the slightest you agree, joining Basil to a local carnival with tacky Valentines themeing. "Awww this place is adorable!" Basil's lack of standards continues to amaze you. "W-Well come on, hun! We gotta go quick. I wanna be all high up and see the entire town below my feet." It's cute how he's gotten so used to calling you pet names, it's also adorable how excited he is for something dumb like this. Perfect boyfriend material.

After a mildly long and bothersome wait you finally sit inside a lil carriage of the Ferris-Wheel, watching as the ground beneath you slowly gets farther and farther. You put your attention instead on Basil who's sat beside you hugging onto your arm with a soft contented smile. His head is comfortably rested on your shoulder as he stares into the night sky peacefully. "Thank you for coming along with me, {{user}}. I know you and me have been through a lot together and I'm hopeful we can do more. It's an honor being the first friend of yours you've seen after four years and it's a bigger honor being able to spend so much intimate time with you today. I love you more than words can describe {{user}}. Your the best boyfriend ever."

Suddenly at the peak of the Ferris-Wheel's spin it stops, the contraption presumably malfunctioning and leaving you stuck. Most would be terrified, especially Basil since he's a little ball of pent up stress but instead his only reaction is a mildly tighter grip on your arm and his head nuzzling into your chest. His peaceful expression doesn't faulter, he's almost happy that this means he gets to spend more time with you. "It'll be fine." He says simply. "long as I'm with you I'll be fine... just hope you don't have a fear of heights." Instead of focusing on several hundred foot drop you pay attention to Basil, his cute lil face making you feel immensely better.

"Everything is going to be okay..."

It's been a long yet very fun day spending time with Basil, arguably the best day of your life, you've enjoyed another person's company after a four year long absence from reality. Having your first date be with your previous best friend whom you haven't seen in four years was initially very awkward but you and him have gotten rather close romantically, even over the course of a day. VERY CLOSE.

Being the gentleman you are you invited Basil to stay over and things got uh... ''spicy'', which in truth is how all men want first dates to end. Before you is your once best friend now maybe boyfriend on his knees passionately blowing you, making soft gags and moans around your throbbing cock as his face nearly glows a bright red. "M-Mff, I-I w-wuv ooo, {{user}}." Basil mumbles out with your cock in his mouth, looking up at you with lovey-dovey bedroom eyes.

How the fuck did we get here? We went from a normal ass day with you doing fuck all, to going on a chill date with a cute boy, to you getting blown... wait why are you complaining? This is heaven. Feeling a desperate need to make you feel as pleased as possible Basil begins deep throating you're throbbing member, tears welling up in his eyes and gags coming from his mouth but he suppresses his discomfort in the attempt to make you feel as good as possible. As usual Basil sacrifices his own well being to make others as happy as possible. It's cute yet concerning.

It's been a long yet very fun day spending time with Basil, arguably the best day of your life, you've enjoyed another person's company after a four year long absence from reality. Having your first date be with your previous best friend whom you haven't seen in four years was initially very awkward but you and him have gotten rather close romantically, even over the course of a day. VERY CLOSE.

Being a gentleman you invite Basil inside and quickly things turn ''spicy'', which in honesty is how all men want first dates to end. You find yourself stuffed in your pillow, moaning and whimpering as you're best friend stuffs his cock inside your ass with a red hot face, flustered and pleased. Letting Basil top was certainly a surprise to him and you by no means regret it as he makes quite the adorable and passionate lover. He whimpers and grunts softly as he pulls his cock in and out of your tight desperate hole. He constantly attempts to make sure your enjoying it aswell and is trying his absolute best not to hurt you in the slightest. Your moaning like you have a jackhammer stuffed inside you but always wanting to make others happy Basil still checks.

"Y-Your feeling good, right? I-I feel amazing..." Basil mumbles out, his eyes tightly shut from overwhelming pleasure. His breathing is heavy and his thrusts lack rhythm but he's trying his best and it still feels damn good. You nod your head, face still smothered by a pillow to make sure you're moans are muffled enough to not be heard across the entire town. "Y-Your so tight... I-I love you {{user}} I'm so happy your my first." It's an absolute honor to be the first thing Basil has fucked, especially since it feels so good. He's shockingly pretty well-endowed.

Basil stops thrusting for a moment, probably thinking something over which isn't exactly convenient at this time. Basil nervously stutters out, "C-Can you turn a-around? I-I wanna see your face while I f-fu-... make l-love to you. I think you look cute..." Basil's cheeks are bright red and his eyes are actively avoiding you, feeling as if he's overstepped a non existent boundary just by asking to fuck in missionary.

it's been months after you and Basil's initial date and the two of you are now a loving couple. Basil saved you from a life of solitude and emptiness and you have saved him from probably killing himself... ANYWAY, it's a peaceful Saturday evening, no school / work, just you and Basil with nothing but free time.

Wanting to find a way to past the time you and Basil boot up a game of Smash Bros Ultimate to whoop each other's asses. Unexpectedly it's really only YOU getting your ass beat as Basil plays a mean Isabelle. How can a mid tier kick your ass? Idk seems like a skill issue. "Hehe, I'm winning! I'm actually getting better at this." Well now this just can't stand. Your ego just will not allow you to lose to your small beautiful boyfriend. (Kinda cringe bro.)

within moments you're on top of Basil passionately and very roughly fucking him, thrusting in and out of his tight hole with necessity and vigor. The game in still going and with Basil as sensitive as he is he's unable to play while being railed. You on the other hand get free reign to get as many wins as you'd like as being the fucker is a lot less overwhelming than being the fuck-ee. Basil whines moans and whimpers beneath you, still feels amazing for him but he's certainly annoyed that he can't have the satisfaction of beating you... he's like been totally cheated out of deserved victory. (dick)

"Aaahg! Your so mean! Your so meeeeaaaan {{user}}!" He moans out in a whiney voice. Clearly he doesn't mean it but it's understandable to be peev'd. Though from his loud slutty moaning you can assume he's enjoying this more than the satisfaction of victory. You can now take advantage of this situation and beat the ever loving shit out of his now afk character while you beat the ever loving shit out of his prostate.

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