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n4giism · 1 year ago

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rin itoshi x gn!reader

content: angst, rin and reader are childhood friends and rin has romantic feelings for reader until reader moves away and gets into a fatal accident, causing them to lose their memory, things don’t work out in the end lol. rin and reader are teenagers at first but when reader moves back to japan after the accident yall are in your 20s.

ari’s note: hey😅😅 wrote this at like 3am while listening to lady gaga it’s giving girlboss!!! also the math isnt mathing for the characters age so pls ignore i am #lazy and i cant do math for shit

things for rin have always been hard. after his older brother, all he had was you. you had been the gravity that kept him grounded on earth. and as much as he absolutely loved you - he always had, ever since the two of you were in highschool - he knew he couldn’t do anything about it.

rin was fearless, but the thing that he feared most was losing you. he always thought that you distancing yourself from him because of his selfish feelings was the worst thing that could happen to him.

everyone could see the way he looked at you - how his gaze softened when you appeared in his line of sight, or the goofy, love-struck smile that creeped on his face everytime he looked at you despite you looking at him or not.

rin loved everything about you. he loved the nickname you gave him, “rinrin” and he’s only ever let you call him that. it seemed that everyone in the world knew he was in love with you, except you.

rin knew very well, friends don’t hug each other any more than necessary, lingering in each other’s arms a bit longer than usual. and he savoured every second more of you in his arms. friends also don’t call each other up at 2 in the morning when the other had a nightmare, and they certainly don’t go over to each other’s houses to cuddle to sleep together after having said nightmares. friends don’t get jealous or protective when the other talks about any other person.

friends definitely don’t cry and kiss each other at the airport when the other has to leave the country.

rin found himself holding back tears when he came to the airport with you to send you off. he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you, not wanting to let go. you two had kissed before, sure, but this one felt different.

it wasn’t a playful kiss that you’d give him when things get funny and silly between the two of you.

this one felt like the first kiss ever.

rin wasn’t sure if you felt that way, and he regretted not ever asking you.

rin pondered about things. would things have been different if he told you about his feelings in highschool? would you have noticed the way he looked at you if he had stared a second longer? would you have thought about him differently if he kissed your forehead and confessed during those times when you had nightmares and slept in his arms?

would you have stayed if he told you that only you brought out the best in him?

he absolutely regretted never bringing it up to you. life got harder and harder knowing you were so far away from him. all he could do was cherish the rare moments you video called with him due to the time difference.

it felt so unfair, he thought.

his life had completely shifted. how was he supposed to cope with this sudden change? he had you everyday, and suddenly, you were thrown across the globe and he had to adapt to not having you around anymore.

things took a turn for the worse after you stopped replying to his texts and calls. rin got worried, but he couldn’t ask anyone for help. he didn’t know anyone in the country you were at, he couldn’t ask someone to check up on his “best friend” and update him.

he certainly couldn’t fly to wherever you are due to soccer - but even if he did, where would he check? it had been years since you supposedly graduated from the university you were studying at. he didn’t know if you even got a job there. heck, he didn’t even know if you graduated.

for the first time, he was mad at you. there were many promises between the two of you - one of them being that you’d be there to cheer the loudest for each other when both of you graduated. he’d make time for you to fly over just for a few days to see you walk the stage and get your certificate. see his best friend soar and achieve endless goals. and you’d fly to japan to see him play in his important matches, be there to congratulate him when he wins, be there to comfort him when he loses.

yet now, he didn’t get any text from you like, “rinrin! i graduated! i got my cert and it’s all thanks to you because you kept supporting me and believing in me and i love you so much for that!!”

he kept all the anger bottled up and soon, he forgot about it. he felt guilty for forgetting about you just like that, but what else was he supposed to do? you didn’t even text him, or call him, or give him any sign that you were still here. it was like you had pushed him away and he wanted to cry from how painful it was.

rin went on with his life, achieving a lot of things in his soccer life and career. life goes on, with or without you, he decided.

many years later, rin found himself at the café where you and him would normally hang out at after school. he stopped visiting this place ever since you left the country. being there made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out of it ever.

he found himself missing you a bit more than usual that day, and before he knew it, he was dressed and on his way to the café. it was muscle memory, he recognised every pavement crack, shop, and streetlight on the way to the café. why was he going? he had no idea. he just missed you.

upon entering, he saw that the barista that was normally always there wasn’t there anymore.

maybe he stopped working, rin thought.

that barista, rin forgot his name, always remembered both your orders and had them prepared as soon as you two walked in back in highschool.

that was when rin realised, he doesn’t even remember what you looked like anymore. yes, he had pictures, but you looked weird. unrecognisable. unbelievable. like he refused to believe you looked like that until he physically saw your face in person again.

it had been 9 years since you left, and 2 years since you stopped answering. he had spent 7 years waiting on you, for some kind of reply or text or call.

he walked into the café and spotted a familiar lock of hair in the usual corner that you and him always sat at. he moved around a bit, and there it was.

the love of his life, his best friend.

rin’s breath got caught in his throat. his mouth gaping. everything stopped and he found himself blankly looking at you.

you had grown, he thought, you looked even more beautiful and mature now - the y/n that was rin itoshi’s best friend was still in there.

he was sure of it.

he walked to where you were seated but abruptly stopped when he heard someone call your name. rin looked behind him and found a person, carrying a baby.

confused, he looked back and forth between you and the person who had just called your name.

“oh, you’re finally here! hi, baby. i missed you.” you said, getting up from your seat and walking to them.

oh, how he wished those words were for him, rin thought, still staring.

rin connected the dots. that person was your lover. and the baby in their arms was your child.

rin was in love, not stupid. rin was also in denial.

“hey, you’ve been staring for some time, are you okay?”

he was knocked back to his senses when he felt your presence in front of his body, you were clearly talking to him.

he could recognise your aura anywhere, it still felt the same as before. calm, inviting, loving.

“oh, it’s nothing. i’m okay. sorry for staring, you just looked like someone i used to love,” rin replied, holding back tears and coughing lightly, avoiding eye contact with you.

god knows what would’ve happened if he looked into yours eyes. would he have broken down in tears? or would he have confessed to you on the spot? once again, rin never knew.

“is that so? well, i guess we all look for people we love in others, don’t we? you also remind me of someone i used to love. i don’t remember what he looked like, but i know he had very obvious lower lashes like yours!” you said with a sparkle in your eyes.

it was the same sparkle you had in your eyes everytime you looked at him back in highschool, he could recognise it anywhere.

“really?” rin asked.

“yeah, i got into a car accident a few years ago and i lost all my memory. what a shame, right? if i hadn’t i’d probably tell him i love him. but life goes on, y’know. i spent too long away from him, my highschool sweetheart, i already forgot what his name is,” you added, laughing.

god, how he missed that laugh.

“i wonder how he’s doing now. i don’t remember what he looked like, i can still see him in my memory, but i don’t see him, you know what i mean? his face is blurry. if only i had a picture of him.. but my phone was destroyed in that car accident.” you laughed sadly.

“oops, sorry for rambling. i’m not usually this talkative. you just seem like someone i can talk to.” you continued, looking away from him.

“that’s okay, you reminded me of something happy in my past. something i won’t ever get back again. so, thank you.” rin replied, trying his best not to burst.

he wanted to cry.

“i better get going, it was nice meeting you, stranger!” you waved and walked out of the café with your new lover.

rin stood quietly in the café full of buzzing people. then he realised, that the two of you were merely strangers now.

rin knew the saying, “strangers with memories” but were the memories really there?

he finally knows.

the y/n that was rin itoshi’s best friend and who he was stupidly in love with did not exist anymore.

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writings-ofthe-heart · 1 year ago

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hello! may i request something where the reader is stargazing with ghost & they accidentally knock the telescope off the roof ?!

the way. i forgot. to save my draft and i was halfway finished. sorry this took a while anon, technical difficulties!!! thank you for requesting!! :3 xx

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (GN)

Reader decides to surprise Simon with a special date night but.. wait, oops, they might've ruined it.

Simon had been with his partner for almost two years now. He never realized how romantic they could be, or how clumsy they could be.

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TW? ; None, just fluff

Side notes ; No use of y/n, this isn't wattpad, no beta we die like men, use of 'you' in place of y/n

You were never quite the romantic type but today was special. It was your anniversary with Simon! After two years together, through thick and thin, you thought you might put in some extra effort tonight. It was all planned out in a grand scheme, starting with subtle hints.

"Si," You began, leaning on his shoulder as he was busy with paperwork.

"Yes?" He replied, Simon's mind went on autopilot whenever he did paperwork, so you made sure to get his attention by rubbing your cheek on his scruff for a couple seconds. When his blue eyes flickered to you, a ghost of a smile on his face, you knew.

"What's your opinion on stars?"

He looked back down to the stack of papers. "They're.. ok, I guess."

It was the perfect guise, Simon knew you liked to ask him random questions, out of the blue, when he asked you why, you would always just respond with, "'Cause it's fun."

You rolled your eyes at his uncertainty. "Just ok?"

"Yes, just ok."

With a deep, dramatic sigh, you stood. "Ok.. well remember our plan tonight! We're gonna go out on a drive. Dress nice and warm."

Simon shook his head at that.

The hours flew by and by the time the sun had began to fall, sweat was running down your face. Preparing everything had really been exhausting. The telescope had been stowed away but the most work was making the food. They were just snacks but you wanted them to look pretty. It didn't help that the house's AC broke.

Realizing the time, you put away the rest of the food in the basket and carried it to the front door. Running upstairs, you almost tripped on the stairs. A yelp of surprise made it's way to Simon and he got up, shouting out.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yes!! I'm fine!" With your reassured response, he promptly sat down and continued working.

You sighed, relieved. This day can't be ruined. As soon as you reached the room, you were hurriedly changing into the formal attire you had chosen.

When you finish, you walked down the stairs, shouting out, "Simon! Go get ready!"

He grunted in response, setting his pen down. Although his face didn't show it, he was a bit excited to see what you had planned.

You grinned, standing outside the house with everything packed up and ready to leave. Simon walked out of the house, quickly locking the door before turning to you with a ghost of a smile on his stubbled face.

"Ready to go, love?"

"Of course." You replied, heat rising to your cheeks. With that, you both got into the car and without more than a few words on how to get to the destination, he drove off. It took nearly an hour to which he began to ask, "How far away is this thing?"

"Not much longer, hun."

Once you had arrived, his breath was taken. The sun had fully set, a shade of purple filling the sky. You laughed softly, "Just wait, it gets better, come with me."

He grumbled something about how 'it's alright, I'm not impressed or whatever,' under his breath as he took your hand. You had reached a stray building, basically crumbling on the sides. It was very old, and Simon seemed a little shocked on how you even found this. So you explained after a couple raised eyebrows and inspecting the cracked, moss ridden walls.

"Well, me and my friends in college did this trip, we passed by here but everyone was curious about this building, it was in better condition back then, of course, but still. The view from the roof is probably the best thing I've ever seen."

He nodded, keeping quiet as you rambled, his heart expanding at the sound of your voice, the tone of remembrance. This while, walking up many flights of stairs. By the time you had arrived at the top, you were out of breath, a little giggly.

"... Ah.." You sighed, "They were really good friends, I miss them sometimes, but the life I chose is really good as well." Eyes stared up at Simon, love filling your chest. He only stared back, smiling softly.

"Well, let's go then, don't you have a surprise and what not?"

You broke the eye contact, nodding and opening the door. Quickly covering Simon's eyes, you chuckled. "Ok, let me set it up first then." He nodded.

"Do your thing, lovie."

It took about 25 minutes, to set up the blanket and food. Everything was going according to plan, the layout looked pleasant and wasn't cluttered. With a soft smile, you began to unpack the telescope. Simon groaned softly, "Are you still working on it?"

"Yes, just give me a few minutes, I'm almost done."

To that, he only could shake his head, exasperated.

Nearly finished, you put the telescope on the edge, and as you fished out the lens, you heard a 'woosh'

Crack! The sound echoed and you shrieked. "No! You've got to be kidding me." Already near tears, Simon uncovered his eyes scrambling to you. He dragged you away from looking over the edge.

"No,no,no, Simon! That was the whole point of this date! Oh my god, it was so expensive too and now we can't even look at the stars I didn't even bring my binoculars either aw fuck i'm so sorry hun I didn't mean-"

Simon put a finger on your lips. "Darling, listen," He wiped the stray tears from your face. "It's okay. Don't even worry about that. I'll replace it later, we'll see what happened to it after. You worked too damn hard on this for the night to be lost." Simon held you close, kissing the crown of your head.

"Are you sure? What are we even going to do?" You whimpered quietly.

"We can still see the stars, right?" He whispered, "Whatever we do, I'm just glad we're together."

Simon led you to sit down on the blanket, sharing the food you had made. The night was filled with laughs and soft kisses, promises made to fix the telescope and all in all, you enjoyed it.

When the sun began to rise, you and Simon had already taken everything and stashed it away, now you were just staring at the telescope. Its mirrors had all been shattered, the legs were contorted. It was just a big mess, your heart broke a little for it. Simon wrapped an arm around you, shaking you.

"It'll be alright. I told you I'll replace it."

You only nodded. And within a week, a brand new telescope appeared in your room.

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simmetrycal · 11 days ago

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Ski-World (part two)

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otis

i couldn’t believe that kenai was roping me into the lie that he coughed up at work the other day. it was even more ridiculous when he asked me to teach him how to ski so he could actually go through with his plan.

i denied countless times. yes, i know how to ski and i’m okay at it, but being involved with kenai’s stupid ploy just to hang out with some girl was jeopardizing way too much.

i thought for a moment, skimming through potential scenarios that could happen and get me fired somehow as i drove home that evening.

mr beaumont offered something worth while but there were a few things on my mind that came first. for one, if i took this opportunity, i would have to leave my family behind for longer periods of time than i’m used to. that was off the table.

and two, if i said yes, i would be getting in the way of kenai’s dream. sure we’d train together and snowboard alongside one another competitively but when it really comes down to it, there will be two people left fighting for the top.

i wouldn’t want anybody to get in the way of kenai’s deepest desire, and that included myself. i’d never forgive myself if i won and he didn’t.

not that i think i even would.

i respectfully backed out of the opportunity and apologized to mr beaumont, who took it very well. i think i knew deep down that kenai has to be the one to compete.. almost as if it’s his destiny.

it sounds ridiculously corny but that’s just how i feel. and im gonna be in the crowd with my grammy and bristol cheering him on no matter what.

though, being trained by mr beaumont himself is something i have to witness. i don’t think ive ever seen the guy on a mountain, much less with a pair of skis or a snowboard.

but i know he’s good.

not just good— incredible. he’s an all star. a flawless athlete.

at least, that’s what his awards insinuate. i know he’s might think he’s a shell of his former self but i believe that isn’t true. it never leaves you.

he’ll get out there on a board again and show kenai everything he knows and they’ll be unstoppable in the tournament.

i truly believe that.

“you can’t feed your tarantula ice cream, bristol, im sorry,” i tell my sister who’s getting ready for dinner.

she looks at me in the mirror as we wash our paws and pouts, jutting her bottom lip out as far as it can go. the funny thing is, her head barely peaks above the mirror as we have our stare-off.

she’s only 5 and stands up to my hip. the doctors say she’s small for a bear right now but once puberty hits she’ll shoot up like a sapling.

but she won’t be taller than me one day, that’s for sure. i think i won the size lottery, or at least, that’s what people tell me.

it’s not something i particularly love— being tall. i feel that im too large. most door frames are too short, nothing fits in my paws, and my car is hardly the right size for me. not to mention i have to use a massive snowboard.

although, at work, it’s different. i feel normal-sized there. ski-world is the most inclusive place ive ever worked, ever been, everything is sized for everybody. we have rentals for the biggest of elephants to the shortest of rabbits. every door and frame is massive and there are special rooms and suites designed for animals of all shapes and sizes.

“but he wants ice cream. he told me.” bristol says, wiping her paws messily on the towel in the bathroom. i just walk out and laugh.

“he told you?”

“yes he told me and you have to listen. or else he’ll crawl inside your ears and lay babies.”

this time our grandma overhears. she’s chuckling too. “your tarantula can’t lay eggs, honey, he’s a boy.”

“and ice cream will probably hurt his tummy real bad.” i add, patting her head and pushing her chair in once she sits down.

grammy serves us both mashed potatoes with gravy and garlic bread. a staple in our household.

after dinner i tucked bristol into bed and said goodnight to her and grammy before heading out.

kenai called me over and he said it was an urgent emergency that couldn’t wait until morning. the little yellow glow of the time on my dashboard in the van read 11:54 pm. he better have a good explanation.

“no. oh my god. is she in this one too?” i point my black claw and tap it against the macbook screen.

no fucking way did kenai find patrick on youtube. and what’s more is that his new little crush “poppy” is in almost every one of his youtube videos.

we’re laying on the rug of his small condo and we had to open the window because after finding something like this, the temperature was rising rapidly. almost as if we found something illegal.

i try to act like i don’t care all that much and that im only here in support for kenai. he seems to be really into this poppy chick.

but the truth is, im sweating because whoever this badger guy is— i think he’s so cute.

i don’t normally have crushes. i mean, other than the occasional actor but it’s not something i ever, ever tell anybody.

i’ve never been in a relationship and since im already 27 now, it feels a little too late for me to have “firsts”. not to mention i haven’t told anybody about my sexuality other than my grammy.

i don’t know if im embarrassed about it or if i just don’t care enough to tell anybody because its seldom brought up.

i think it’s both.

but now… having attraction for someone after years of not even dipping a toe into the dating pool.. i’m nervous.

it’s not a crush. i don’t know the guy, i tell myself.

but there’s really something so addictive about the way he talks. his accent. his cadence. his smile.

i’ve never met a european badger before— nor even seen one in person. but the other day in the shop when i walked past them as kenai gave them their receipt— i liked that i saw.

“surely he doesn’t have that many videos,” kenai mumbles as he exits the one we just watched. it was the third one already and it was 15 minutes long— we watched all in their entirety. we scroll down through the channel and find that he has hundreds of videos.

“what the fuck..” he raises a brow. it makes the little white pattern on his face give him such an exaggerated confused expression. “is this his job? why does he post so much..”

“wait see how many subscribers he has.” i say, motioning for him to scroll up.

“SIX MILLION?!” we yell in unison after peeping the number. it seems crazy that we’ve never heard of “PatrickButtonsYT” before but at the same time, we aren’t on youtube all that much anymore.

“wait a minute…” i stop him. looking off to the side with crazy eyes as i come to an insane realization. kenai is frozen like im about to say something nuts— which i am.

“buttons..? irish?!”

kenai drops his excitement. “bruh what?”

“give me that.” i swipe the laptop from in front of him and start typing in a new tab. i find exactly what im looking for.

except, i’m the only one who thinks it’s crazy. i guess kenai doesn’t care for politics at all.

“senator buttons of ireland..?” he deadpans.

“look,” i point out, “under children it says his name; patrick.”

“okay you don’t know for certain if this patrick buttons is the son of a irish senator.”

“well who the fuck else is irish and has BUTTONS as a last na-“

suddenly my phone starts buzzing in my clothes. i pat myself to find it in my pant pocket and take a look at the caller ID.

Mr. Beaumont

i almost drop my phone as i swipe on it and answer, kenai jumping on my back and fighting for it so he can put it on speaker.

through the phone, i hear mr beaumont ask for kenai’s contact information.

i hear kenai upsettingly mumbling something about how is it that i have mr beaumonts phone number and he doesn’t.

this was the last place i thought id ever be driving to in the dead of night. the directions were hard to follow— like someone doesn’t want to be found.

my GPS says the address can’t be located so i had to rely on mr beaumonts careful instructions he had me write down. kenai is my navigator and he has a little flashlight so he can read the scribbled instructions on the paper.

granted, it took us some time because earlier in the evening kenai had a fireball and he’s slightly inebriated. directions come out of his mouth as a guess. it’s a great thing im driving, otherwise we’d be stuck in a ditch or worse if he came here on his own. especially with his little sedan.

when we finally pull up the house, we sit in the driveway with awe. it’s not too big but it’s so beautiful. it’s obvious an architect designed this specifically for this plot of land and it’s entirely unique.

in fact, none of the other houses we drove by look alike. they’re spread out far and few between so there’s no neighborly distance but at the same time, it’s a rich and secluded area.

the ravishing wooden house was a bit large for someone who lives alone and his two car garage might suggest that this is a family home. that perhaps four or five people could comfortably live here.

i shut the car off and the headlights dim away, revealing the glowing warmth coming from the windows. as we exit my van and head up the big porch stairs, mr beaumont opens the door before we can even knock.

there’s a kitchen towel on his shoulder and his glasses are pushed atop his head, sitting right in front of his antlers.

he doesn’t greet us.

he doesn’t ask us how our drive was.

what we were doing up so late.

he simply says “did you bring your gear?”

after the floodlights got turned on in mr beaumonts backyard, i didn’t know what to think when i saw the hill. it was so perfect. like a mini version of the mountain at work.

except there was no lift.

no way for kenai to get back up the hill other than walking. which meant each time he flew down the huge hill, he had to undo the straps and buckles and clicks of his boots and pick up his board, and walk right back up the hill.

it took him many tries to walk up without slipping and falling because of the steep incline. i always laughed when he tripped but mr beaumont snapped at me and said he’s learning.

it’s true. he is learning, but this is tough. half of it is just walking back up the hill. i voice my concerns to mr beaumont, asking why kenai cant practice with a lift.

his answer in turn made sense as he explained it to me.

“he’s building stamina. muscle. over at the resort he isn’t used to building strength in his legs while wearing snowpants and heavy boots. carrying a board uphill too. he simply gets on the lift and floats his way up and down. and while yes, it doesn’t seem like that many pounds, it’s getting heavier each minute he walks.”

i nod, watching beaumonts breath huff against the cold air. we’re both anticipating kenai’s temper tantrum as soon as he makes it back up here. i noticed his extreme frustration the last time he came back, and its most likely doubled since then. tension building up near the surface and i feel he’s reached his boiling point.

“you know what mr beaumont,” kenai smiles out of breath.

there it is.

“this is bullshit.” he tossses his board on the ground in front of him.

beaumont tsks. “you’re learning.”

“i’m not learning shit— you’re not teaching me shit.” he points in his direction. “we’ve been at this for like two hours and all i’ve done is go down and walk up. bro thinks he’s fuckin mr miyagi. i’d like to see you actually get on a fucking board and teach me something. anything.”

mr beaumont ignores kenai’s little outburst. he simply looks up and watches the clouds move out of the way of the moon instead.

after a long moment of silence, kenai catches his heaving breath and just stares at mr beaumont. waiting for him to say something. and then he does.

“fine.”

mr beaumont turns swiftly and heads down the hill. much later, when kenai has fully calmed down, he comes back with a pair of goggles, boots, and the most stunning board i’ve ever seen.

it was one that was clearly older but so well taken care of. the straps were different and it looked to be designed for two different types of feet. one for a normal hoof, and one for a particular custom prosthetic.

we know about mr beaumonts bionic leg— well, i knew long before kenai did because i actually knew who the guy was before he took over the resort. but it’s something we dare never talk about, especially in front of him . it’s a highly sensitive topic.

he straps in and clips the goggles around his head. they also seem to be custom as well given the sheer size of his antlers.

kenai and i could not believe what was about to happen. our boss, a renowned professional was about to get on a board again for god knows how long it’s been. we have no clue how he’s going to preform but he must be doing this for a reason.

“if you win against me, we’ll train your way.” he says, not making eye contact. he’s adjusting the gloves over his jacket.

“and if i lose?”

he looks up. “you’ll train my way. do everything i say.”

after a second kenai laughs.

he laughs.

i couldn’t believe the disrespect. although, i did sort of understand it— it seems like kenai is set up for success.

he shreds everyday and mr beaumont… well, he’s in his 40s, got one leg, and hasn’t touched a snowboard in probably decades.

“you’re on.” kenai chuckles, hopping toward the slope of the hill. mr beaumont stops him.

“ah ah, wait. not there.” he then looks at me. “otis, you may wanna strap in.”

my eyes widen and i do as he says, quickly doing up my boots and waddling where beaumont hints at.

as if it magically materialized behind us out of the darkness, there was a trail. how i didn’t notice it earlier was jarring. it’s snowy, pitch black, and tree ridden. it looked like a death sentence and suddenly, kenai’s odds of winning take a nose dive.

he’s used to clear, plowed slopes and daylight. not skinny, winding trails with tons of fresh powder.

navigating this trail with no prior experience is going to be difficult. for me, it’d be a struggle but certainly not impossible— though when i turn around, kenai looks positively petrified.

beaumont catches this and reassures him he’ll be perfectly safe. especially with him.

that’s just enough for us to get on the trail and begin, the only thing illuminating our path is the full moonlight above us. no lights or lamps whatsoever.

i fall behind in the back to watch the two of them race. immediately i notice mr beaumont.

i was completely wonderstruck. it was astonishing how well he handled the fresh snow and how effortlessly he moved. like he hadn’t ever stopped 15 years ago. like he didn’t have any injury or setbacks.

he made kenai and i look like absolute amateurs, dusting us in the wind. he didn’t pull ahead too far though, we’re still his responsibility on this trail only known by him. but he knew the winner of the little wager he set up was not going to be kenai. it was in his favor.

regardless, kenai does what he’s always done in the past: gets overconfident. i would know, i’ve raced him what feels like thousands of times.

he readjusts himself and gets lower, becoming aerodynamic like a bullet. i quickly pull out my phone and hit record, knowing he’s going to eat shit.

in my video, i’m already laughing before anything happens. and when it does, it feels like slow motion.

a snow covered rock emerges in the light of my camera and i watch as kenai trips over it and goes flying into the air and collides head first into the ground in front of him while screaming.

i lose my head at it as i pass him, swiftly going around his crash site with his ass sticking up. as i do, i hear something ive never heard before.

mr beaumont is laughing. a real laugh! not one of those sarcastic ones he always does to us when we try being funny— he’s actually laughing at what transpired behind him.

i had a feeling he knew it was going to happen. but to hear mr beaumont like this— see him like this, i just feel grateful.

soon enough, the trail levels out. it gets slower by the second and i watch mr beaumont glide into a small little clearing. it’s much brighter now that there’s not a ton of trees obscuring the moonlight.

i breathe in and follow his gaze out. it doesn’t take me long to realize we’re standing on a huge lookout point. a cliff overlooking the resort far into the distance.

for such a big place, it seems tiny and humble from here. the orange glowing lights beam out in a massive radius and the slopes are all lit up. it makes me realize the resort truly is beautiful.

i can’t believe mr beaumont has all this just a few miles down.

“woaahh..” kenai let’s out, coming up beside me and stopping to a halt. his eyes are like saucers, taking in all the beautiful sights.

he suddenly looks up and they become even wider. he points “hey look! the northern lights are out!”

bonus

“dude you have to show me that video again,” kenai laughs as he yanks my arm at work. we just finished putting away all new sample wax and now we have a little break before he goes and risks his job again by playing ski instructor.

he’s asked me to show him the video over and over and over again. but i’ll admit, it’ll never not be funny.

we even slow it down, watching as he goes hurdling into the air and down into the snow face first. it’s even funnier with the sound on.

suddenly as we’re watching a notification pops up. a new youtube video from patrick..

titled: ski trip.

before i can even think about what’s in the video kenai’s bark rings in my ears, “you have post notifications on?!”

#simmy writes #oc

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musesofawolf · 11 months ago

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voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

"Not all regions of the Black Shroud are riddled with dangers, or invading Imperials", she took in a deep breath to further calm her nerves. "From the sound of it, one might think that I've lived here longer than you. I can show you some rather pleasant spots on a map once we've made it back to Gridania. I wouldn't mind a quick rest at the Roost." The beaming grin she offered him was small, but genuine. Even the shroud of death that had hung over them for a majority of their walk had begun to clear. Passing patrols of Wood Wailers and even spotting a small group of Adders on their way towards the darkened field had only set her mood to waver for a moment. The knowledge that she had done what she could for the injured and the Elementals had been enough to keep her spirits far lighter than if she were alone.

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Her words were kind, and her smile, while small, was warm, true, and it made his own smile grow, his ears flick with excitement, and his head tilt this way and that. "Well, I have lived here a long time, but in my own little corner of the world. Gridania is my first foray outside of it." He tilted his head, and walked for a few steps, before he murmured. "It was peaceful there, just simple days, the worst to happen a passing beast or two. Traveling away from it was eye opening. Almost depressing with how...different it was. Sometimes I wish I could go back." He falls silent again, now almost to Hawthorne Hut as patrols pass them, heading for the fields, barely marking the Adders and Wood Wailers. He was lost in thought, about his past, his time at home, and the struggles since leaving it.

Still, deep down, he did not want to go back. The draw of the world unexplored, of beasts to find and take out, to help those around him. It was something he enjoyed doing, danger and dislike be damned. He was not one to run away with his tail tucked between his legs and - his tail, swaying agitatedly with his thoughts, accidentally flicked too far, smacking against his companion's leg, and he jerked, taking a step away, and quickly apologizing for the slight. "Sorry! Uh, caught up in my thoughts." He gave her a slightly wider birth as they entered the relative safety of the Hut, returning to her earlier words with a nod.

"I could use a drink too, after all of that. I think my tail is still a little scared. Those traps were so...vicious." The offended appendage lifted up a little, lion's tip flicking about in trepidation despite their safety. He hummed softly to himself, the keeper of the moon turning towards the Aethyrite as he called back to her. "All in all though, I think you did good. With the aether and all. I'm really impressed! Thanks for letting me tag along."

In truth, he still had questions about her, ones he could not ask outright. She seemed so nervous, yet so on top of herself. Too reserved to be a native of the forest or Gridania, but the house, the way she spoke, it was clear she wasn't new here either. Still, the mention of her past, just in passing, was enough to pique his interest, to wonder what she would reveal over a few drinks. It never hurt to know about your friends, and he would like to consider her a friend!

Reaching the Aethyrite, he turned to her, and smiled softly, nodding to it. "Well, ready to head back?"

#ffxiv rp #oc rp #[the hunter and the healer]#Kaleh'a #Cyra #[drinks at the Roost! WHOOOOO!]

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poptart-productions · 2 years ago

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Welcome Home

[ 5000+ ] words

pairing: kiribaku x black fem! reader

cw// smut, praise, submissive reader, oral, overstimulation, anal, swearing

[when you return home from a particularly draining day of hero work, it appears that your boyfriends have a few surprises for you—far beyond just making dinner ]

[a/n] it’s been a while since i’ve posted here, so i hope you enjoy it, especially since i put my back into this one. also! bold text means it’s in japanese.

also also! i should mention that this inspired by the va yuzuya! particularly one audio he has on his patreon. if you liked this, you should definitely go check him out in youtube where he has a kiribaku series!

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"HEY GUYS!"

your excited voice spills through the speakers, making katsuki perk up; even though he wouldn't admit it, he got excited—he thought maybe you were finally home.

it only took you saying something else for him to realize it was a recording he was hearing; one he's heard before.

"that fucking idiot" he growled, getting up and heading toward the kitchen; the recording continues as he does so, "—okay! you guys have been blowing up my phone, though. i'm sorry, i'm still not in the position to be taking calls right now but i—"

by now katsuki had reached the kitchen, and clicked off the loud speaker; eijirou, who was currently cooking something—hell if katsuki knows what, but it smells good regardless—whined

"katsuki~ i was listening to that~"

"so? we've heard it like twenty times already!"

the man sighs, turning his attention back toward the stove, "we haven't seen or heard from her all day. . .i just, wanted to hear her voice"

"you're so clingy—what the hell are you gonna do if one of us gets sent on a mission, huh?!"

eijirou pauses, tensing up.

shaking his head, katsuki goes to hold eijirou's hand, "you always worry yourself sick; yeah, it fucking sucks being away from her, but she'll be fine—she's strong enough to handle her own shit"

"you being worried is like saying you don't believe in her—and that's not it is it?!"

"—no! of course not i just—. . .i miss her"

katsuki lets out a sigh, moving to hug eijirou from behind, ". . .me too"

"what are you making, anyway?"

"oh!" eijirou's face lights up, "s'[n/n]'s favorite!"

"she always cooks for us, so i thought i'd use the tips you gave me to return the favor"

katsuki responds to this with a lazy hum, resting his face in eijirou's shoulder

after a moment of comfortable silence, eijirou looks up,

". . .y'know, katsuki. . .?"

"hm?"

"i just had an idea. . ."

[. . .]

"you did good work today, [h/n]. go home, i've kept you long enough"

"—thank you, ma'am!"

you bow to your superior before running into your agency to get your things; you didn't even bother changing into your civilian clothes.

"see you tomorrow!" you call to your boss, who was still outside by the time you had finished up.

using your quirk to get home faster, you excitedly take out your phone.

"hey baby!" you called kiri because you knew he was gonna answer, but how excited he was to do so made you wanna melt

"hey! is katsudon there—"

"—i told you to stop calling me that, dumbass!"

guess that answers your question.

"hey, you two. . . !" eijirou stops that interaction from escalating, before changing the subject,

"we miss you so much,"

"i miss you too—but don't worry, we won't be apart for much longer"

eijirou gasps, "you're coming home?!"

you smile, "as we speak, love"

"katsuki, babe—did you hear that?"

"—i'm standing right next to you, course i heard it!"

"relax, man. . .jeez"

"leave it to katsudon to ruin the vibe—"

"—what the hell did i just tell you?!"

feeling like you've bitten off more than you can chew, you look down at your phone, "oop—would ya look at that—gotta go!"

[. . .]

as your house came into vision, you stopped using your quirk.

your heart was racing with excitement, but as soon as your feet touched the ground, gravity laid into you with the force of a truck

it was almost hard to breathe, but it's not like you haven't felt this way before

"oh—pins and needles!"

okay this is definitely the worst case of soreness you've had in a while, but you're a pro hero for crying out loud; it would be shocking if you didn't come home in pain

but damn, does this hurt

this back pain has you feeling like an old lady.

you decided that the aching in your soles was much worse, so you put strain on your back in order to rid your feet of your boots

you look over the horizon, pain dulling substantially as you imagined yourself in the company of katuski and eijirou; the warmth, kiri getting emotional about your return, and katsudon inevitably getting pissed off

you'd bear all the pain your body could take if it meant getting to experience that again—a little ache can't stop you.

so you hobbled up to your front door, your knees buckling on the last step; your legs threatened to give up on you.

you steady yourself against the door as you unlock it, knowing that if your boyfriends saw you like this they would freak—especially kiri

as you pushed the door open, the feeling of immense comfort blasted you like ac in the middle of summer; the smell of home made it hard for you to do anything else but succumb to this feeling

collapsing in the middle of the hallway, you leaned against the door; you closed your eyes with a labored sigh.

just as you were starting to relax, a voice called out, "babe. . .?"

you opened your eyes to find eijirou and katsuki

the three of you just stared, afraid that moving would mark the end of this sweet dream.

you were starting to tear up despite the fact you had seen the two this morning—you had no idea why you were being this dramatic

"come here, already!" katsuki snaps, snapping you out of your trance; "alright. . .i'm coming, you big meanie. . . !" still exasperated, you scramble up into the embrace of your boyfriends

the hug could only be described as desperate; you three hugged each other like you had been deprived of some sort of life force

the pounding in your chest finally came to a slow, and you went to break away but the two were still trying to squeeze the life out of you.

"c'mon guys, i stink—let go of me!"

"i won't ever, babe!"

"hell no!"

you giggled, before pausing. you realized that the "home" you were smelling seemed a lot like food "so," you changed the subject "are you two cooking?"

"oh!" kiri finally lets you go, "that reminds me! i'm almost done—in the mean time, why don't you take her to the bathroom, katsuki?" he gets up to return to the kitchen

you stare up at the pomeranian, a dumb smile plastered across your face, "oh~? what's this about?"

"you'll find out if you shut up and follow me"

"i'm coming, i'm coming" you snort, forcing yourself to your feet

a sweet smell fills your senses as you get closer to the bathroom

"babe?" you call; he simply looks back at you, his expression unreadable to you in that moment, "what is. . . ?"

as you finally reached your destination, your eyes widened.

rose petals: the bathroom was drowning in them—there was a trail leading to the tub, and in the actual water, too.

also, there were candles everywhere! that explains the sweet aroma. it's a fire hazard, honestly.

this was kiri's doing for sure.

"is this. . .for me?"

"no, it's for casper the ghost"

not even katsudon's snide comments could ruin this moment for you.

you reach for the fastening on the back of your suit, but katsuki gets it for you. letting out a sigh, you remembered just how constricting this costume is.

just as you were pulling it off your shoulders, katsuki's hands slipped beneath the opening he had just made. his warmth stayed for moment before fanning out, gently separating the material from your sweaty skin.

it wasn't long before that wretched garment was discarded in the corner

"katsuki. . ." you giggled a little, feeling embarrassed now that you were so exposed

you thought he'd try to poke fun at you—say something about how you stink—but instead he took you into his arms. that was so effortless—not a grunt or strain to be found

he places you in the bath, and god; this feels heavenly

"i told shitty hair not to light so many damn candles" katsuki grumbles, making a round and putting some of them out

you expected him to leave after this, but instead he comes around behind you.

placing hands on your shoulders, he begins to move them in a rhythmic motion

oh, you realized what he was up to.

"that feel good?" you couldn't help but giggle at katsuki's attempt at being gentle

"yes katsu. . .thank you"

. . . .

upon giving it thought, this is rather. . .interesting

"first the bath. . .now this? you two are up to something. . ."

"just shut up and enjoy the massage"

"okay, okay!"

[. . .]

now thoroughly relaxed, you and katsuki join eijirou in the kitchen, where he was plating his dish.

"my favorite. . .kiri, you didn't"

it was a dish from your home—much different than japanese cooking

he really learned how to make it. . . ? all for you?

you put your foot down, confronting the two men "okay, you two are definitely up to something"

"huh? what do you mean?" kiri raises a brow

"why are you being so nice? katsuki, did you break the tv again—"

"—i told you it broke on its own, dumbass!"

"why do we have to be apologizing to do something nice for you?" eijirou giggles, "we just love you, babe. we know you had a rough day so we wanted to pamper you a little, that's all"

"really?" the two nod, "oh. . ."

"anyway, let's eat! i'm itching to know what you think!" kiri changes the subject

the three of you took your seats,

"itadakimasu!"

[. . .]

"why don't you go up to the bedroom, hun" kiri suggests, kissing your cheek, "me and katsuki will clean up"

he means you don't have to wash dishes with the clean freak? say less

"okay!" you chirped, practically skipping up to your shared room

after changing into one of katsuki's shirts, you went to lay down

unfortunately for you, you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried

you sat up, feeling sort of. . .empty—like you were missing something.

throwing your legs off the edge of the bed, you kicked your feet like a child

you suddenly gasped and shuddered as the image of katsuki and eijirou on top of you forced it's way into your head—their voices in your ears, each praising that you're 'taking it so well'

you looked around—just making sure no one saw that.

upon confirming that no one did, you look down at your knees, coming to a realization

oh,

so that's what it is. . .

you can't lie, you sort of hoped katsuki would've tried something when you were in the bath earlier—and you're hoping the two of them will try something now.

naturally, you could feel your heart pounding and your stomach tightening as footsteps approached the bedroom

"oh, you're still awake?"

"dammit, why the hell you always have to wear my shirts?"

the difference in how they reacted to seeing you there could honestly give you whiplash; you giggled, responding to the last thing you heard, "because it makes you the angriest"

but. . .if they expected you to be sleep did they not plan on making love to you?

shit, will i have to ask now?

see, that's your problem; fighting blood thirsty villains on the regular? no sweat.

but somehow, the concept of telling your boyfriends when you wanted sex eluded you

"well, since you're not sleep yet; katsuki never did get to massage your whole body, huh?"

"huh? i mean—no, i guess not"

"how the hell was i supposed to do that when she was in the bath?"

"but fine, i'll—"

"—uh—actually!" kiri stops him,

"can i do it?"

"knock yourself out" katsuki was already headed to the bathroom, presumably to complete his night routine

"alright, babe just. . .take off your shirt and lay down for me, alright?"

"alright. . ."

you did what was asked of you while eijirou went to retrieve the massage oil

you shuddered as the cool air grazed your skin, before laying down on the somehow even colder comforter

you became hyper aware of yourself at that moment—was i really gonna wear a bra to bed? at least that makes this moment less awkward

by now kiri had returned, "you look so cute like this. . ."

it's just. . . the way he looks at you. . .you can't help but get a little flustered

"no need to get shy, babe i'm just telling the truth. you're really beautiful, y'know"

"just hurry up with the massage, eijirou!"

"oh—just cuz you said that, i'll compliment you even more now"

"you're so amazing," he leans down, placing a kiss on your stomach at each word, "your body is so perfect, babe"

"how'd we get so lucky, huh?"

"kiri. . .c'mon, already"

"alright, alright"

eijirou pours some of the oil into his palm, warming it between his hands before placing them on your diaphragm. you melted into the warmth of his soft hands.

you kept telling yourself that you should be relaxed, but clearly your shoulders didn't get the memo. how could you relax when the feeling of his hands on your body was so innately sensual—or is that just me?

running his fingers down your hips, eijirou paused for a moment before meeting eyes with you, "i'll massage your legs now, alright?"

"okay"

your entire body contracted as kiri's palms pressed into your thighs, getting jarringly close to that spot before he stopped completely. by now, katsuki had joined the two of you on the bed and also appeared to stop

this was just as you were starting to relax, too—this was very unfortunate

you glanced between the two of them, their facial expressions not giving you any answers

"hun. . .are you. . ." kiri finally makes eye contact with you, only making your nerves worse, ". . .wet?"

am i?

you shot up, looking down at yourself,

holy shit, i really am

guess that little scenario—courtesy of your brain—from earlier really helped that, huh?

"no, that's just—"

"—yes you fucking are, don't deny it!"

"don't yell at her, katsuki—it's okay, babe. i'm just. . ." kiri looks away, covering his face, ". . .glad i wasn't the only one who was thinking about you two"

your eyes flicker from your feet to kiri, ". . .really?"

"yeah. . .it's the reason i sent katsuki to help you in the bath"

"i knew i wouldn't be able to keep it pg. . .but. . .if you want it, hun; i'd be happy to"

"please. . ." you wrap your arms around eijirou's neck, snuggling into his chest

"alright," you could hear the smile in his voice, "are you up for it, katsuki—"

the two of you look up to find your boyfriend ridding himself of his clothes, "i guess that answers my question"

eijirou turns back to you, "why don't you make yourself comfortable, baby?"

nodding, you lay back down, tensing as a freshly naked katsuki joins you on the bed

"someone's eager"

"shut up"

"i take top, you take bottom"

katsuki only hums before getting in position to start kissing your thighs

kissing up the side of your neck, eijirou slips his hands underneath you, unfastening your bra. as you slid out of it, you let out a shaky laugh "you've. . .gotten better at that"

"heh. . .yeah, i've been really trying"

he looks down, "you're. . ."

". . .so cute"

he starts to caress your chest, placing the occasional kiss here and there

meanwhile, katsuki had begun a massage of his own; "katsuki. . ."

running his hands up your sides, it wasn't long before his fingers were tracing the hem of your panties.

you couldn't even focus on what was happening below before something above took your attention.

pain, then pleasure directly after—it was this warm, balmy feeling.

looking up, you realized that eijirou had just bitten the lobe of your ear before enveloping it in an open-mouthed kiss; he glances up at you expectantly, catching your skin on his teeth once again

your breath hitched, body shuddering, "eiji. . ."

you look at him once again—and though his mouth was currently occupied, he could even begin to hide the smug smile on his face.

then, it's almost as if everything was still.

eijirou had averted his attention toward your neck and you relaxed your shoulders, attempting to meld back into the soft comforter

wait. . .

your lower half feels really cold all of a sudden. . .

"katsuki—fuck. . ." you whispered, shaking as katsuki began tasting you.

your eyes fluttered shut, and you tried your best not to resist against katsuki's hands on your thighs.

you always seem to forget just how good this feels

eyes still closed, you lazily reach up to caress eijirou's face; his fingers trace your abdomen—you really enjoy the silky feeling of his skin on yours

you were prepared to fully submit to this moment, when katsuki all but yells at you,

"hey!"

eyes shooting open, you jolted upwards, "hm—what is it?"

he stopped moving, only keeping his gaze fixed on you as he says:

"look at me."

honestly, you don't know why you didn't see this coming; katsuki always demands eye contact—but you? you really couldn't bring yourself to do it without getting flustered

your face was so hot that your vision was hazy—you tried to blink it away, but it didn't work

you look to eijirou, hoping he'd get you out this situation but he only offers you a taunting chuckle, before positioning himself behind you,

he leans against the headboard, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

realizing he'd be of no help, you opt to hide your face in your hands

"aw. . ." kiri coos, "no need to be shy, hun. . ." before moving your hands away, "look"

still attempting to blink away your embarrassment, you finally meet gazes with katsuki

you found the look in his crimson eyes both reassuring and worrying

gaze trained on you, katsuki gives you a teasing lick.

"god. . ." you broke away for just a moment, but somehow katsuki's expression was more intense when you glanced back at him.

he's making it so difficult—to maintain eye contact, that is

"your moans are so pretty. . ."

kiri presses a series of gentle kisses to your shoulder, before reaching down to massage your clit

. . .for all of two seconds—not even enough time for you to register the feeling—before katsuki swats his hand away

"piss off, shitty hair! . . .s'mine"

"possessive much? [y/n]'s mine too, y'know"

suddenly—perhaps out of spite—katsuki diverts all attention to your clit

a pulsing, throbbing pleasure went surging throughout your entire body

you throw your head back, resting against eijirou's shoulder

katsuki growls at this, "i told you to look at me"

"oh. . .katsuki—shut up, i'm close—"

it was almost as if that statement turned on a switch in his brain; he kept that same, steady pace but he was laser-focused on his "task"

he was like a robot—it'd be quite captivating if you could focus

"oh—fuck—please. . . !" you latch onto your boyfriends' hands, squeezing your eyes shut as you came undone in their arms

"atta girl" katsuki pats your thigh as he sits up.

barely giving you time to recover, eijirou excitedly exclaims, "my turn!"

he moves from behind you and you lay back down,

you waited for kiri to start, but instead he offers a hesitant, "um. . .actually. . .i was wondering if you could. . . sit on my face?"

"oh. . . ? i. . .—" you were taken aback, seeing as this was the first time he's ever asked you anything like this

you were conflicted; you had always wanted to try that

but you were also worried that you'd be too heavy, to put it bluntly

he's giving you the big puppy dog eyes, though! you can't just say no—you don't want to.

gnawing at your bottom lip, you began to nod, ". . .okay"

"really?! okay, lemme lay down"

he excitedly gets into position, shifting a couple times before looking up at you, "okay! c'mere"

you blinked, avoiding eye contact as you climbed on top of eijirou; closing your eyes as you hovered above his face.

"you're so gorgeous, baby"

you let out a shaky hum in response to this, before lowering yourself—you could only get yourself half of the way down before every bone in your body stopped you from going any further

stop right there, you will kill that man

your bones yell

but what am i supposed to do? he really wants me to do this! you try to make your case

just. . .make it look like you're sitting all the way down; he's not gonna know

okay

you meekly reply

"alright" trying to keep your voice from shaking, you stilled your body—or at least. . .attempted to

eijirou chuckled, "as much as i like this view, i'm gonna need you to sit all the way down, hun"

the lie didn't even last for five seconds, "huh? but i, am. . . ?"

katsuki sucks his teeth, crossing his arms, "your legs are shaking, it's a dead giveaway"

feeling embarrassed, you looked down; you decided your only option was to come clean about your worries "but. . .i'm too heavy, i. . .—"

"it's not like you're gonna hurt him or anything" katsuki sighs

eijirou nods from underneath you, "yeah! i'm the sturdy hero, remember? c'mon, babe. . .please?"

"o-okay. . ." you lower yourself until you were comfortably—and quite literally sitting on top of your boyfriend's face, which was enough to make you sigh out,

eyes fluttering shut, you reached behind you for support

even through closed eyes, you could tell katsuki had crawled closer to you and eijirou, "while you two are busy, i'll just make myself comfortable"

judging by eijirou's moans, it seems that katsuki began pleasuring him

"katsuki. . ." he whimpers into you,

"[y/n]. . . ?!" he speaks again, more urgently reaching up to grasp your hand; looking behind you, you noticed the look in his eyes, too "what. . .what is it?"

"am i. . .doing good?"

right.

how could you forget?

"yes. . .very good; you're such a. . .good boy, eiji" you smiled down at him

this comment alone seemed to enhance kiri's pleasure.

forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you turn to katsuki, who looked as if he was prepared to upgrade the service he was giving eijirou

"w-wait. . . !" you stopped him

"i. . .wanna. . ."

katsuki snorts, "well c'mon already, then" he invited you over, but he didn't stop what he was doing with his hands

nodding, you lean over, taking kiri into your mouth; just this was enough to send him over the edge

"ngh—mmh~!" he's still going, somehow

you had to commend him for his resolve

if he keeps going like this. . .

all it took was his tongue entering you and you were done for

but just like your boyfriend, you didn't quit—in fact, you took more and more into your mouth

after awhile, your high died down, but. . .eijirou. . .

he always cums so much, you thought as eijirou continued to release

his chest heaved—you could feel his heart drumming against his chest—his body shook

until finally, his breath slowed and he took a break from pleasuring you

the three of you let out a pleasured hum, realizing the moment you all just shared

lifting your head carefully, you were prepared to swallow when eijirou urgently taps your thigh, as if telling you he needed something; with your mouth full, you couldn't ask—but your silence told all kiri he needed to know

"i. . .wanna see it. . .i wanna see it in your mouth, please" he asked, muffled.

"yeah. . .let's see it"

you glanced in between the two, a little shocked

letting out a whimper, you get off of kiri who eagerly sits up. eijirou and katsuki look to you expectantly

avoiding eye contact, you open your mouth, "ahh~" tilting your head back so that you don't lose any

"fuck, that's so pretty"

"yeah. . ."

you gagged as the warmth spilled into your throat.

katsuki places his fingers underneath your chin, closing your mouth

"now, swallow" you blink, doing as you were told—this is much more difficult than i originally thought

you genuinely struggled to swallow it all in one go.

"good girl" eijirou pats the top of your head

as you take a moment to catch your breath, kiri excitedly asks, "so. . .are we going all the way, or. . . ?"

the two turn to look at you, to which you nod—you didn't even hesitate, "yes! . . .please"

there's that feeling again; whenever you give consent, the way they looked at you felt. . .different—you felt emotionally (and physically) naked, it was. . .

it was embarrassing, there's no other word for it

you sat in silence, avoiding eye contact for what felt like minutes before your boyfriends finally broke away and looked at each other instead of you

"if that's the case; i had an idea" katsuki admits, holding your attention

he glances at you once again, "i was thinking we could both fuck you at the same time"

at the very least, eijirou seemed to get as flustered as you did

"so you mean she would. . .—"

"—be in between us"

"but. . .—she's never done anal before. she could get hurt if we force this kinda thing on her"

you could feel your heart dropping into your stomach upon hearing kiri's words. he really wants to try it now? you haven't prepared properly; what if you make a weird noise? or worse. . .

although. . .you had similar doubts about sitting on eijirou's face and that turned out great—but this is different

katsuki and kiri continued as you were arguing with yourself, "she won't, you idiot; she's been practicing,"

katsuki looks over at you, forcing you out of your head for a moment, "right?"

"y-yes. . ."

"and you didn't let me watch. . . ?" while eijirou was focused on whining, katsuki seemed to notice your 'less-than-enthused' tone

"if you don't want to, we won't."

"i do! i'm just nervous, is all"

"it's okay, we'll ease you into it like we would any other time" kiri reassures

"yeah, but she'll be on her stomach so you go on the bottom shitty hair—you'd probably tear her open regardless"

the shark boy frowns, "what? what's that supposed to mean?"

"don't play dumb, it's fucking huge!" katsuki yells

kiri looks down, red dusting his face, "it's. . .it's not that big"

"it is pretty big, kiri" you sigh

"moving on. . ." eijirou looks toward you, "why don't you lay down again, hun?"

you nod, your sweaty body welcoming the still-cold blanket. you focus on the dust on the ceiling fan—damn, if katsuki saw that. . .—as eijirou positioned himself behind you once again

katsuki places your legs on his shoulders before looking up at kiri, "hey, shitty hair; you still got that oil, right?"

"uh, yeah" kiri grabs the bottle off the bedside table, before handing it to him

katsuki takes a moment to warm it in his palms before starting to massage you there

you closed your eyes, whining as katsuki got you ready for him

kiri strokes your face, "how's that feel, [n/n]?"

"it's. . .different"

you thought with all your practice, you'd be used to how alien it feels by now

but no. . .

it wasn't a bad feeling—it was just odd

"hey. . .katsuki?" kiri starts, "can you maybe. . . ?"

"you want me to teach you?"

"y-yeah. . .i mean, i should know if you get sent on a mission, right. . . ?"

"okay, but pay attention because i'm not repeating myself!"

"got it!"

katsuki's finger is inside you now and, well . . .

this is something

it didn't necessarily feel good or bad—just kinda felt like someone stuck a foreign object up there, just as it had the first few times

you were starting to get worried you'd just be tolerating this feeling when the time comes

"when you get your finger inside, you crook it like this"

he demonstrates with his free hand,

"just, feel around a bit. . .you'll know if you find it"

"AH—fuck, katsuki" you jolt up

what the fuck is he doing down there?

you've never felt that before—this electric feeling of intense pleasure and a hint of pain—have you been doing it wrong this whole time?

"oh, like her g-spot?"

"yeah. . .like her g-spot"

as you writhe, katsuki smirks, "guess you have been practicing; you're already ready for a second finger"

as katsuki does this, eijirou continues to keep you relaxed, "aw~ so cute" he praised

"katsuki—god!"

"feels good huh, baby?"

"uh-huh"

that's when you realized that eijirou was behind you; reaching over your shoulder, you begin to stroke your boyfriend

he grabs your hand, "oh that's okay, hun; tonight's about you"

"but—OW, katsuki that hurt?!"

"have you been doing it like i showed you? it shouldn't hurt that much" katsuki eyes you, stopping his movements and removing his fingers

well, it never felt good when you did it, so you're gonna go with no

". . ."

"baby~" kiri whines

"you could get seriously injured! why didn't you let katsuki watch you?"

"because. . . ! that’s awkward. . .and weird!"

sure, he’s seen you in lewd ways numerous times already—but this? it’s too much

"well, i'll have to spend more time doing this now" katsuki sighs, rolling his wrists

you whine, wanting him to go back to pleasuring you, "you're such a spoiled little shit" he shakes his head

eijirou chuckles while you pout, "say please, hun"

"please~ katsuki? please?"

he only offers a hum, before obliging; you threw your head back, somewhat dramatically, as he reached 'that spot'

more and more

your body began to accommodate his fingers more and more

as soon as that happened, katsuki was almost ruthless with his fingers; he's getting impatient

he suddenly stops, and the two of you do as well

"hey, eijirou. . ."

"yeah. . . ?!"

eijirou seemed alarmed at the use of his actual name; must be serious

"come here"

eijirou does just that, gingerly laying you down as he gets from around you

he makes his way over to katsuki, who gestures in your direction, "look at that. . ."

your eyes were screwed shut, but you could feel their hungry eyes on you—tracing your frame over and over

"she stretched so well for us. . ."

"i think she's ready"

"okay! me first!"

eijirou lays down, patting his thighs

you couldn't hold in your giggling at this sight; you oblige, though—straddling your boyfriend's hips

you hum as you, sort've impatiently lowered yourself onto kiri

eijirou's breath hitched upon seeing just how ready you were; you sunk down to the hilt, holding your tongue all the while

"you got all the way down this time. . ." kiri looks up at you, starry-eyed

"you must have been really needy, huh?"

you kept your cool, though if you were being honest you were just as amazed as him

you've gotten more adjusted to his size over time but you've only ever been able to get half way down

you wiggle your hips, and it was almost as if that’s what it took for you remembered what you just did

body already shaking, you attempt to get off but your legs had finally given up and you fell back down—you yelped, your head throbbing as the pleasure took over your senses

god, it's been too long

"woah! you alright, babe?" eijirou steadies your hips, the warmth of his fingers helping less than he most likely thought

closing your eyes, you offer a feverish nod

"alright lay down on my chest, hun"

"y-yeah—okay"

you 'very gracefully' flop yourself onto your boyfriend, finding the racing of his heart both cute and comforting—at least you're not the only one

"you feel so good" eijirou sighs, stroking your face

"are you fucking done?" katsuki rudely interrupted your moment

sighing, kiri answers, "yes, katsuki; we're done"

with a grunt, katsuki positions himself behind you, "relax. . ." firm grasp on your tense shoulders, katsuki begins to enter you

"f-fuck! that’s—. . .you feel so good”

“katsuki—fuck!”

this is overwhelming—even with them unmoving inside you

i can do this, it's fine

after your breathing had finally slowed, you closed your eyes

"okay, go" and immediately, you felt like you were going to cum

"god, i can't—i don't know if i. . .—if i can handle this"

"it's okay babe," katsuki says, "just let go"

"yeah—just—close your eyes" eijirou adds

your moans became whiny and desperate as your body shook with your orgasm

"f-fuck!"

"can we keep going, hun?" kiri asks, though his tone was pushing ‘begging’ territory

you only nodded, wanting desperately for your boyfriends to get their release

however. . .you were so sensitive

very sensitive, "ah—ah! it's too much!" fuck, i thought i could handle it

"no~fuck—i can't!"

the two men tensed at your words—well, more like word, since 'no' was what they understood—but that made it worse

"should we stop?!"

"no! fuck—please don't stop"

at this point, you couldn't see.

your vision was overtaken by a white haze

your legs shook, you couldn't hold back any longer

so you screamed

you had never wished you could time travel more than that moment.

but to your surprise, that seemed to turn them on more

"oh, fuck yeah!"

"can you do that again?!"

the two begin to fuck into your relentlessly, chasing that reaction you just gave

and you gave it to them; how could you not?

it seemed that the two of them were getting quite close as well

"can we. . . ? cum inside? is that okay?" eijirou looks down at you

tears flowing down your face, you offer an exasperated nod

"yeah? alright, hun. . ."

"fuck!" the feeling of warmth spilling into you only added to your pleasure

kiri was pretty much out of commission, but katsuki kept fucking into you throughout his orgasm

all of you relaxed your bodies completely, shuddering and shaking all the while

okay. . .that was. . .a lot

you were conflicted; you wished the three of you could've lasted longer but you also really don't think your body could take it

fuck, they're still very much inside you

when you tried to move—wherever you tried to go, there was pleasure

kiri takes a firm hold on your hips, "st-stop squirming, babe" he gently lifts you off of him setting you back down on top of him

pulling out, bakugou growls, "we coulda lasted longer than that, fuck!"

"shh, babe—"

"—don't shush me!"

"she's trying to sleep"

"well she can't go to bed all dirty, shitty hair!"

"you can just clean her off like this"

you heard all of that, but zoned out after awhile

that is, until, "ah!" you feel an intense feeling of pain and pleasure shooting out from your core

"tender, huh?" kiri coos

"uh-huh"

"sorry"

katsuki applied less pressure as he continued to clean your body

after he was done, you went back to being dead tired; it wasn't long before you were drifting off

however, not before you caught this:

"we love you so much, hun"

"don't you dare fucking forget that"

#my hero acedamia #black reader #anime #fanfic #smut #kiribaku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader

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-‘๑’- excerpt 01

彡 From ‟ born from stone, she was a flower in the night ”.

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He can still clearly recall her features and accurately retell them, remembering even to the slightest details like the scar she had on her thigh, obtained through a nasty scuffle with the other gods. She donned a beautiful white gown with golden cranes embroidered in the silk, golden flowers lining the edges and sleeves. On her head would lie a stunning glaze lily, its colors always so vivid and alive despite being removed from its soil.

Her silky white hair was kept up by a delicate golden pin that bore the design of a majestic dragon, accompanied by the many gold accessories that lay in her hair like petals from a cherry tree. Everytime she opened her eyes would be comparable to seeing the ocean, so carefree and livid, full of new things to explore and see. But her eyes had always carried sadness within them, and back then, he had been too young to understand.

Or perhaps he was too naïve instead.

She had the ability to glance into the future, and while she didn't have the strength and willpower of Morax, she would do everything she can to prevent a tragic end, even as to go as far as to beg another god for help. Yet she couldn't prevent the most tragic end of all.

Her own demise.

He can still remember it. Remember everything that happened. Remember the day he had lost her to the corruption.

It wasn't a sudden thing - and he wished that it had been instead, hoped that it would have been short termed. The corruption turned those infected into monsters, beings with no mind nor no emotion. They harbored the cruelest, most ruthless creatures there ever existed, infecting their once pure minds like a plague. It wasn't contagious, as if the virus had a mind of its own, always going for something far stronger than its current host.

It was a parasite.

A parasite that could infect the Gods, but it had been their job to seal away those bad spirits that had been exposed to it. Or even seal the parasite entirely, of which Morax had done and has continued till this day.

He still remembers the day when she had come to him, a gentle smile on her face as they embraced. As they pulled away, he could see the bittersweetness in her clear blue eyes with a strange sense of forewarning. But she didn't warn him of anything, rather, she had told him to promise her something.

"If I ever do get corrupted, please have mercy on my soul and kill me."

He had been shocked to hear that. Completely shocked to the bone.

"I will protect you. I won't let you get infected." He had protested, but all she did was shake her head. Those eyes bore the pain of experience - but of what, he didn't know.

"Please, Morax. It would do us no good if I live as a corrupt being." She continued to plead, her voice shaky.

Not wanting to continue on such an unbearable topic any further, all he could do was nod and promise her her wish. Unknowingly, he had promised her a promise that he'd regret for the rest of his life, for he only thought that the corruption would never reach her soul.

He was wrong to think she would be spared from such a plague.

Decades passed smoothly with no obstacle, until that fateful day came knocking at his door.

It was the middle of the night, where the moon was at its highest, that he heard a loud cry for help in the valleys of Liyue. He had none to do, and decided to investigate. The plea of a commoner that had wandered into the Adepti's territory, he had thought naïvely, but he hadn't expected it to be the plea of a human for a god to save another.

There she lay, shadowed in darkness, cloaked in a black that wasn't her own. It stained her clothes, spread across her body like a plague, corrupting her body and soul with every passing second, the darkness consuming her whole. Only then he truly felt fear - the fear of loss.

How she had been infected, he did not know. But he knew something. He had to help.

He had rushed to her aid, his arms embracing her body as she writhed in his grasp, the darkness gnawing at her skin and bones. Yet her eyes, her eyes still kept the same crystal blue that had always met his with such fondness. Though he knows, he knows that same pureness wouldn't last.

"You promised me something, Morax." She had said to him in his arms, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Despite that, her gaze was solid and strong, her eyes piercing through his own with such intensity. He can recall, he knows what she's referring to, but he cannot bear to think of it.

"Guizhong… please, I cannot-" He had begun, but quickly fell short of his words when he couldn't find anything to say. Nothing but worry clouded his eyes, and he found himself backed into a corner for the very first time. He'd do something - anything - but he well knew that once the corruption had its firm hold on someone, it would not let go.

If she had told him before, showed him her corrupted wounds…

Tears stung his eyes like needles.

"It would be better. For all of us." Her hand rose to caress his cheek, a gentle smile spreading across her features. Her smile was a smile like none other, full of warmth and love for him. It was genuine, real… real. But it was short-lived for she succumbed to a fit of messy coughs right after, dark red mixed with hideous shades of purple splattering onto the ground below them.

He couldn't move. Couldn't think.

"I can't let you go… not like this." Was all he could muster, teeth gritting in regret as he felt her body grow colder. He had desperately cast a sealing spell in hopes of stopping the parasite or perhaps even seal it entirely, but the magic in his palm faded whenever he tried.

She was too far infected to cure, but he didn't let himself come to that conclusion.

"There has to be some way. There has to be." His voice cracked with heartbreak as he continued to try everything he could think of, going so far as to cast the most complicated spells at the risk of his own strength. Everything failed, and all Guizhong could do was look on silently as his efforts took no root.

"It won't be long, Morax." Her voice became raspy, rough from the coughs that erupted from her chest. He could hear her lungs wheeze in effort everytime she spoke, and he could feel his heart shatter all the more. The corruption had begun making its way over to her face, infecting her pale cheeks with a dark shade of devilish purple.

"Guizhong, please, stay with me." His own voice had turned into a meek one, like a child going to their parents after a horrible nightmare. He lay his hand on her chest and rested his head on hers, his eyes shut tight with heartache. Her hand gently caressed over his, their slim fingers intertwining.

"When I turn, I will no longer be Guizhong." She had whispered in such a quiet voice, her once blue eyes heavy with tiredness. The pain fizzled in her body like electricity, and she found herself losing her feelings in her limbs. All she could do was lift her free hand slowly, up to caress Morax's scarred cheek.

"I know that." He'd murmured, biting back his tears, hand squeezing hers with such desperation. He couldn't cry now. He didn't want her last image of him to be one of tears.

"Then you of all people, should know what must be done."

He could feel his nose turn sour. And he felt something cold roll down his cheeks. He knows what it is, feels what it is, but he doesn't hold back - the emotional pain was like a wave, crashing onto him with such force and sheer impact.

"But you're still you. Please, Guizhong. Stay with me." He pleads, his heart cracking with heartache. Every part of him was pitiful, and he was supposed to be a god of stone. Yet he was shattering, breaking into a million pieces before a Goddess that had failed her own people.

"Time is not on our side, Morax." She'd urged him once more, her own hand squeezing his. She smiled sadly, leaning closer into his chest. Tears soaked into his robe, and he realised that it wasn't just his own. "Always remember that I will be by your side, no matter what happens… even after my mortal vessel expires."

She gave him the brightest smile as she spoke, and he burned that smile into his brain for he knew it would be her last.

As she raised her head once more, her eyes flickered open with an aura of hostility, an unreadable look on her face. Her eyes were no longer the crystal blues they once were - now they harbored nothing but the effects of the corruption. They were purple, black slitted, and there was nothing but hatred and anger that flared within like a wildfire.

It was then Morax knew for good that she was gone.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this post is just to kick start things. this is but a small excerpt of the 4k words i wrote while sleep deprived :D

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ anyway, hope you enjoyed, if you’d want to read the entire thing, link is here ✦ !

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin writing #fanfic #genshin fanfic #zhongli #guizhong #zhongli x guizhong #guili #reminisence #morax #angst #genshin angst

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