#sk8 the infinity fanfic

[justanobodywriter]

Public

Kaoru Sakurayashiki - Cherry Blossom

CW: female bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, reader's nickname is Princess (used by multiple characters), public sex and I mean real public, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, vaginal penetration, creampie (seriously be safe a wrap it), reader orgasm

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"Now it's time for amateur hour," some kid announced.

S had been much more frequented recently with all kinds of younger kids wanting in on the big races. That lead to once a week amateur hour. Where those who weren't as versed as others could still get in on some of the action and get their names out in the community.

"The amateurs are lining up, you don't wanna be late to the start," Cherry teased.

You snorted, "Come on, I could smoke those losers any day."

"I hear there's a new kid who is really good in this one," Joe chimed in.

The three of you had come to see some of the newcomers. Joe was right. There was a rumor going around the community that there was a young kid who would give even the best of the best a run for their money. It intrigued you all, which was probably why you all ended up here together.

"They're getting started now," Joe observed. "You guys wanna move down the track?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me," you beamed.

Cherry sighed, following behind as you and Joe made the walk through the crowd, "I suppose."

Thankfully, Joe parted the sea of people in front of you all. There weren't many people who didn't move, so the walk down to a more secluded spot was pretty quick and painless.

"Damn, it's more crowded here than usual," Joe groaned.

"Well, there possibly is some more excitement than usual this time," Cherry reminded.

"Come on, Joe," you cooed up at him. "You know you can push your way to the front, can't you?"

Your feigned puppy eyes made his features go soft before showing irritation.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Joe went to push his way through the crowd with you close behind. However, you were stopped rather abruptly.

Cherry's hand gripped tight against your hip and he lowered himself to growl in your ear, "Better watch it, princess."

You shivered at his tone.

His voice was low and demanding. He meant every word he was saying. It would be in your best interest to listen to him, but where's the fun in that?

"Joe, wait up," you called after him, dragging Cherry behind you towards him.

Joe did a pretty good job at getting you all to the front. You stood in front of Cherry who was able to easily see over you. There was a huge rock next to you which allowed you to lean on since you were standing. Joe stood on the opposite side of you as the rock. You all had a very good view of the track and should be able to see the racers coming and going for a while.

"So, Joe, how's work going?" you asked.

You leaned over the railing as you listened to Joe droll on and on about his work. He talked about customers and new recipes and anything else he could think of. While you had no real interest in Joe, it was very remarkable how much passion he had for his job.

You felt a quick pinch to your ass and yelped a bit.

"You alright?" Joe asked.

Cherry looked down at you, "Yes, Princess, are you ok?"

Oh, he was such a cheeky little shit.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you waved them off. "I thought I felt a bug on me."

You shot Cherry a look when Joe wasn't paying attention.

You see, the two of you had been seeing each other in secret for a while now. It wasn't for any particular reason other than to preserve your personal lives. No one had any idea with how well the two of you hid things.

Usually, because of wanting to keep things private, you both would hold back on things like PDA or paying special attention to one another. Which just gave you the opportunity to tease Cherry by flirting with Joe every once in a while.

"I warned you to watch it," Cherry spoke down in your ear.

You glared at him over your shoulder, "You should be more careful. We are out in public."

"Oh, please," Cherry chuckled. "You think that will stop me from stuffing your pretty little cunt with my cock?"

His words sent chills down your spine and a flush to your cheeks.

"There they are!" you heard Reki call.

Of course. Just in time to see you flustered.

"Hey, guys," Reki greeted.

You gave a small smile and wave to them, pretending to watch for the racers.

"Is everything alright, Princess?" Langa asked.

"Fine," you waved them off.

"Are you sure?" Cherry asked. "You seem like something might be wrong."

You could see the smirk on his lips reaching his eyes. He was thankful in these moments that he was wearing a mask. It helped keep his true expression covered, but you knew what he was hiding.

"Seriously, guys, I'm fine," you reassured.

They all gave you skeptical looks, but returned their attention back to the race.

Large screens flashed before you all showcasing the different racers. Someone with a mic talked about where they all were and what was going on. It was exciting, even though they weren't at the top.

"What do you say we have a little fun," Cherry suggested.

You looked over your shoulder at him skeptically, then moved your gaze back to the rest of your friends. Everyone had their attention on the race, thankfully.

"Here?" you questioned him.

His hand trailed up your skirt and over the soft skin of your ass, right over where he had pinched before. He squeezed a bit, but you were more prepared this time and didn't alert the rest.

You leaned over the small railing in front of you. To anyone else around, it just looked like you were trying to get a better look at the screen. Cherry took the opportunity to press his finger against your bare cunt.

"No panties," he lowly chuckled. "Bold choice, don't you think?"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Joe chimed towards you and Cherry.

"We were just talking about the spot we're going to get you in the next amateur race," Cherry smirked.

"Oh, shut up," Joe retorted, turning his attention back to the race.

You giggled, "Good one."

Cherry pressed one of his long and skilled fingers into you suddenly causing you to let out a low whimper.

You internally thanked yourself for your outfit choice of the day. Cherry was easily able to hide his hands under your skirt on the opposite side of the crowd. The no panties was just an added touch of ease today... though, this was the last thing you thought would happen today.

His fingers curved within you to caress your g-spot just right. Your legs threatened to give out from under you. You choked down a moan. Damn, why was he so good at this?

"Hey, you can see them up on the hill," Reki called out to everyone.

The crowd seemed to press in a bit more.

"Perfect," you hear Cherry smirk.

He had something planned, and you were at his mercy.

His finger left you, causing you to let out a quiet whine. However, it was quickly replaced with his cock prodding at your entrance.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Langa asked placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Fine," you managed.

Cherry saw you going to speak more and moved his cock slowly between your folds, going straight through to your clit.

"I-oh," you started and were cut off by Cherry's actions. "Shit, sorry. I thought one of th-the racers was-was in trouble."

Langa looked at you skeptically.

"Maybe you should go sit down," Reki suggested.

"No-no, I'm fine, really," you reassured again.

It was impossibly hard to concentrate on their words. Cherry continued to slowly and barely move his hips causing the tip of his cock to repeatedly brush against your clit.

Without much warning, he pulled his hips back and pressed himself fully into you.

You bit your bottom lip so hard, you swore you drew blood. It was the only action that kept you from letting out a moan. Cherry always felt so good inside of you. He fit within you perfectly and hit all the right spots with ease.

It was all you could do to hold yourself up on the railing and try not to let yourself jerk too much as Cherry thrust in and out of you. His hips were barely noticeably bucking into you. Still, he was long and easily pressed the tip of his cock against your cervix.

"Here they come," you faintly heard someone call.

Skaters went flying past you, but you weren't paying attention. You felt the cool air from them going by cool your very flushed face.

"Come on, I bet we can make it down to the bottom before they get there," Reki called out as he was already running off.

"Hey, you two coming?" Joe asked, lingering behind the others.

Cherry looked down at you, "I think we might just stay here and take a minute."

You were so thankful that he was so willing to cover for the both of you right now. You weren't sure that you could form words as his cock stilled within you and only moved slightly as he shifted, effectively grinding his hips into yours.

"Ok, I'll see you two down there," Joe beamed.

It was a moment where the two of you stayed like that before Cherry began moving his hips again.

"Everyone's gone now, Princess," he cooed in your ear.

"Thank-ahhh," you were cut off by a quick snap of his hips back into you.

"Look at you," he snarled as he continued snapping his hips into yours with brute force. "Who do you think you are coming out here in this short of a skirt with no panties on?"

"I-I-I'm-fuck, s-sorr-sorry," you managed.

Each thrust had you gripping the railing harder and pressing yourself back into him.

He scoffed, "Such a slut. Flirting with that idiot, and right in front of me. Have you no shame?"

"No, I'm just a slut," you moaned out.

"Of course you are," he teased. "Only a slut would be taking my cock like this. Everyone was just so close. Even now, anyone could come around the corner. I'm sure there are some racers left."

You let out a beautiful moan.

He flipped you around, so you were leaning with your back against the railing. His hands gripped at the back of your thighs and lifted you. He lined his cock back up with your cunt and slid back in. He began thrusting again.

Your legs were pressed so tight to your chest, as you were suspended and completely at his mercy.

He scoffed again, "Look at how disgusting you are. Taking me out in the open for anyone to see."

"Please, I'm gonna cum," you panted out.

You could hear the slaps of his balls against your ass. His gaze was so stern on you. He moved his mask down and kissed you once.

His skilled fingers trailed down to your clit. He pinched and circled it pushing you over the edge.

"That's right, cum all over me," he instructed.

You were trying to hold back, but when he gave you the go ahead, you let go. You felt your legs shake uncontrollably and your cunt spasmed around him.

He let out a low growl as he looked down to see the white rim you left around the base of his cock. With just a few more pumps, he leaned over you and filled you with his own release.

There was a moment where he just stayed leaned over you. He lifted himself off of you and kissed you again sweetly. His cock pulled out of you, while also pulling some of his release from you.

"Well, that's something I never get tired of seeing," he smirked down at the sight.

His fingers pressed the mix of your releases back into you. You moaned at the overstimulation he was causing you as his fingers curled upwards into your most sensitive spot.

"Hm, think you can keep that there?" he asked.

"I can try," you managed out.

His fingers retreated and he helped you back to your feet.

Immediately, you felt the thick liquids dripping down your thigh.

"Shit," you huffed.

Cherry chuckled, "I guess you're just going to have to face everyone like that."

"You ass," you spat.

"Come on, we've got a race to finish watching," he spoke, helping you walk down the hill.

You rolled your eyes, "Can we at least stop and try to get me a little cleaned up?"

"Why?" he shrugged. "I think you look beautiful."

"Yeah, well I would like to not have to explain the liquids rolling down my leg."

"Oh, now you have a problem with being so forward in public?"

"Shut up."

[discountscoobyart]

All he sees is Reki. Reki’s hair, the way it’s all messy after dancing around, and drinking, and pushing it out of his face.

“Langa…”

Reki’s eyes and how they look up at him; questioning.“It’s okay.”

Reki’s nose, how it’s sprinkled with freckles.

“We don’t have to prove anything.”

Reki’s lips–

[faulty-writes]

RESULTS ARE IN AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Yes wins by a landslide. So...I guess we'll see how this goes. Personally, I'd like to test how I'll manage a multi-fandom blog. But it'll be fun to try. That being said, let's get to the real excitement.

It's been a while since I've opened my requests, so let's see what creative ideas you come up with. Please keep in mind that I do have request rules.

As a friendly reminder, I will now be trying to write requests featuring Sk8 The Infinity, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Mr. Villain’s Day Off, and I’ve watched a few episodes of Jujutsu Kaisen. PLEASE NOTE: I am only on season one of Jujutsu Kaisen, so I may not know all the characters in the fandom yet.

So without further ado, send me some requests you beautiful people.

[cjs-51703]

Title: Breakfast in Bed

Anime: Sk8 the Infinity!

Pairing: Joe x Cherry/Kaoru x Kojiro

Tags: Matchablossom Server Games 2023, MatchaBlossom Flash Reverse Bang, Breakfast in Bed, Short, Short & Sweet, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Bruises, A pinch of angst for flavor, Spoilers for episode 9, I'm Bad at Titles

Summary: SFW Prompt no. 5: Breakfast in Bed

Notes: I originally posted this back in March, when the actual event was happening. I just now remembered this because yesterday, I sustained an injury similar to the one Kojiro has and boy, is it painful.

(Yes, I did get injured and think later, "I wrote something similar to this in a fanfic...")

[kerosenecrushh]

Words: 1,300

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Additional Tags: Phone Sex, Top Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Bottom Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Light Dom/sub, Out of Character, kind of, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, Fluff and Smut, Kinktober 2023 Series: Part 18 of Kinktober 2023

Summary:

While Kojiro is away in Italy, he and Kaoru fall into the habit of having phone sex- although they haven't revealed their feelings for each other in the slightest. With Kojiro scheduled to move back to Okinawa in a few months, the pressure to confess is building up.

[pancake-breakfast]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam Additional Tags: Bisexual Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Top Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Bottom Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Closeted Nanjo Kojiro, Internalized Homophobia, Joe Makes Terrible Decisions, Threesome - F/F/M, Adam is his own warning, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Grinding, Awkward Sexual Situations, Gay Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Gay Sex, Angst and Romance, Angst and Porn, Porn With Plot, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Joe is a Fuckboy Series: Part 13 of Drabble December 2023 Summary:

They had a good friendship now. They saw each other all the time, shared meals, laughed and fought. Wasn’t that enough? Wasn’t that all he should want? More than he should want?

After Adam outs Joe in front of Cherry, Joe decides that, rather than confront himself and his love for his male best friend, he's gonna do his best to pretend he never had any feelings for Cherry at all.

A short story for Drabble December Prompt 12: In the Closet

[broshot]

pairing: reki kyan x gn!reader

genre: hurt/comfort,

cw/tw: jealousy?, low self esteem (sort of), petnames such as "my love", "my world", might be a bit OOC, swearing

summary: you go visit your boyfriend, who's been acting a little different lately and you're worried of him. getting to his house, his mom informs you about him not being home, and you decide to go wait for him in his room. He then walks in crying, in a need of comfort.

not proof read, feel free to correct grammar mistakes and tell me if I need to add or remove something to (for example) the warning-section

3rd person POV:

You walked down the street, walking to Reki's house. You felt as you had to check up on him. He hadn't texted you in a day, which worried you since usually he would blow your phone up with text messages, videos, photos, voice messages, calls...

But today, you got nothing from him. Not even a single "Hi." To be honest, it made you frustrated and angry, too, but you couldn't be mad at him before knowing if your worrying was pointless or not.

As you knocked on the door of Reki's house, you felt a raindrop on your cheek. You wiped it off and heard footsteps from inside the house. Reki's mom opened the door.

"[Name], dear! How have you been? What's gotten you here so late at night?" His mom spoke with a wide smile.

"Hi, I'm doing fine. And, uh, is Reki here?" You spoke.

"No, I haven't seen him in a bit. Why don't you come inside? The rain is getting heavier, don't want you catching a cold. Do you want something to eat?"

"No, thank you. Can I go wait in Reki's room?"

♡♡♡

You were laid down on Reki's bed, looking at the ceiling. Where was he? The rain was getting heavier every second which worried you even more.

You sighed and sat up, looking out of the window. It was dark outside.

You then heard faint sniffles and turned around, your eyes meeting amber ones. You looked at Reki, now seeing his red, puffy eyes, it was obvious he had been crying. You remembered how much it was raining outside once seeing that his clothes were wet, getting attached to his skin. Despite all that, you could see how surprised he was.

"Oh, uh, sorry, didn't know you were here my love." He let out, his voice breaking slightly.

"Reki, what happened?" You ask, worried.

"Nothing, I'm fine." He let out the obvious lie.

"Reki..." You started and he sighed, walking towards you. "Can I rant?" He mutters and you nod. He stayed quiet for a few minutes.

"Langa will break my promise. I thought he'd understand me, understand that I hate Adam. I'm scared, does he not understand that?" He spoke, sitting next to you. "I.. He's so much better than me anyways, he's got no reason to worry." He then added quietly. You didn't know what to say.

"And I mean, everyone loves him", he continued, wiping his nose. "They call me 'the one that's not Snow'. People only talk to me about Langa and because of Langa, you know?" He took a deep breath before continuing. "He's been skating for fucking months. Just months, and he's already so much better than me, using all that crappy snowboarding shit. Fuck, do I really have no talent? ...I'm just not enough, am I?" His voice broke and he started crying again, feeling embarrassed of his vulnerability.

He let out a small, surprised gasp as you hugged him, not expecting it. You didn't know he thought that. But as you thought about his words, you started to slightly realise why he thought that. No, you didn't agree with him, to you he was just enough. But you knew what he thought now. It wasn't just skating, Langa seemed to outshine Reki in everything, or that's what Reki thought. And he made sure to say that before you could do anything besides hugging him.

"Reki," you started, unsure what to say next. There was a short silence before you spoke again. "Reki, you're enough." You managed to let out, swearing at yourself for not making a better start.

You decided to fix it by speaking again. "Yeah, Langa is a good skater, but you're good, too. Besides, you taught him how to skate, didn't you? And Reki, I love YOU, you know that? I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. To me you're number one. It's okay to feel the way you do, love, but your skating skills don't tell how good of a person you are." He started calming down at your words.

You continued complimenting him for a while before hearing him sniffle again. "Thank you, my love," you heard him whisper, his voice raspy and throat sore from crying so much.

You could feel him tightening the hug as you laid down from your sitting pose, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Of course. And baby, the people who refer to you as something else than names you approve, are assholes. We know who you actually are and that's important." You said.

Reki hummed in response. He was tired and you could see it now. He snuggled closer to you, laying on top of you now. "Reki, you're in wet clothes, want to change to something clean and dry?" You said and you heard him sigh before muttering a faint "Fine" against your neck.

After changing, you two got back to the position you were laying in earlier, Reki laying on top of you.

You played with his hair for a bit before closing your eyes. Before you fell asleep, you could hear Reki whisper a quiet "I love you" to you.

I love you more, Reki.

♡♡♡

this is crappy but oh well

not expecting anyone to see this and I honestly don't know how tumblr works but you guys can suggest stuff for me to write? (preferably aot, jjk, tokyo revengers, sk8 or death note, I'll probably be updating the options)

will try to make a masterlist thing also :P

masterlist

[moniesmonsters]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Additional Tags: Goretober, Blood, Broken Bones, Accidents, Established Relationship, Bad Decisions, skate injuries, Major Character Injury, Flirting Series: Part 13 of Goretober Summary:

The boys have a bit of bad luck on the track late at night. Alone.

[maddies-love-of-fandoms]

This mashup fic is my pride and joy. Combining my favorite characters and my favorite universe has been so much fun. Enjoy! <3

[fanatic-domain-fanfiction]

Infinitely in Paradise - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom Characters: Kyan Reki, Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom, Kyan Masae, Hasegawa Langa, Hasegawa Nanako Additional Tags: Getting Together, Sexuality Crisis, Oblivious Kyan Reki, Oblivious Hasegawa Langa, Joe and Cherry are already a couple, Joe can't stand their pining and decides to take action, Cherry disagrees with Joe, Pining, this fic is just a bit of fun Language: English

Summary: Reki is really good friends with Langa. He's his best friend. His bro. All his feelings are strictly platonic... right?

Chapter 1: Trouble in Paradise

Bored. Bored. Bored. God. Skating wasn’t nearly as fun without Langa. Well, that wasn’t quite right. Reki loved skating no matter what but after a year or so of skating practically every day with him, this past week had been a little lacklustre. Langa had been travelling back to Canada with his mum for a visit so Reki had been left to himself. It wasn’t too bad but he couldn’t wait for Langa to be back so then they could skate together and hang out and race at S.

“So, this is where you kids practice.” “Wha-” Reki’s foot slipped off his board and he found himself star fished on the floor. “Ow.” Joe chuckled and walked over to the teen lying on his back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you jump.” “Don’t worry. I’m okay. Didn’t know you were there.” “Y’know… surprised to find you by yourself.” Joe offered a hand and pulled Reki up. “What’s up? Trouble in paradise?” “What are you talking about?” Raising an eyebrow, Joe folded his arms. “You and Langa? Not been fighting again, have you?” “Course not.” Reki stood on the tail of his board picking it up. “He’s been visiting family in Canada. That’s why he’s not here. Should be coming back sometime today or tomorrow.” “So, you’re just here pining until your boyfriend returns.” “Boy-… BOYFRIEND!?” Reki’s jaw was close to hitting the floor. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all know you two are a thing.” “Langa is not my boyfriend. We are not a thing.” Reki’s cheeks grew redder, blushing at the thought for some unknown reason. “Oh, come on. You two lovebirds can’t keep yourselves away from each other,” Joe teased, smirking at Reki’s distress and embarrassment. “I am serious! We’re just friends, dude! Bros… mates… whatever! Strictly platonic.” Reki said, doing what he did best and digging himself deeper into a hole that would be ever harder to get out of the more he spoke and denied it. However, it didn’t take too long for Joe to understand what was going on. How it brought back memories of his own teenage years; the questions, the stress, the anxiety… but all that came after too.

“Reki, slow down.” Joe held his hands up, relaxed as ever and offered a sympathetic smile. “I get it. My bad, shouldn’t have assumed anything. But… you’ve got it bad, kid.” “I don’t have anything ba-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Reki pounced on his bag, ripping it open and pulling his phone out. Unlocking and swiping through his phone, he opened up the message.

-Just waiting to get the plane.

-Will be back tomorrow.

-Sometime late morning.

-Text you when I land.

Reki grinned, beaming at the messages and hastily typing out a reply to Langa.

- C U soon ^^

Joe chuckled, shaking his head and folding his arms. These kids were hopeless. They needed help and badly otherwise they would never get anywhere. This oblivious pining was painful to watch and gave him a good dose of second-hand embarrassment. At least his teenage pining hadn’t been as oblivious on his part… or… at least from what he remembered. “So… nothing bad, Reki? You sure about that? Just BFFs or bros or whatever you’re calling it?” He stepped over and placed a hand on Reki’s shoulder, suddenly becoming serious. “You should stop lying to yourself. It’ll only get worse the more you do.” “I am not lying! You’re crazy, Joe!” “And why’s that?” “Cos I like girls! Like you do!” Joe couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing. There were tears streaming from his eyes and his cheeks started to hurt. If only Cherry was here now and could hear this. Maybe Reki had taken one too many bangs to the head whilst on his board. “What’s so funny?” Reki huffed, folding his arms and scrunching his face, like an insulted kitten. “Reki, kid… I am bisexual. I like everyone within reason. There is nothing straight about me.” “B-But but… all the girls, dude! You can’t move for them! Not at S or anywhere else!” “They’re just fans,” he shrugged. “Gotta keep them happy but it doesn’t go further than that. I’m a married man after all.” “You’re married!?  Since when did you have a wife!?” Joe raised an eyebrow. This kid really wasn’t getting it. “First, yes, I’m married. Have been for five years now. And second, I have a husband.” Reki stared, blinking a couple of times. Joe, the guy who had half of the fangirls at S rooting for him… was married with a husband!? “Why doesn’t he come to S then? Most people bring their partners along.” “He does come. Always. There’s not been a single S where I haven’t come without him.” The teen looked even more confused now, much to Joe’s continued amusement. He hadn’t been trying to confuse Reki but it seemed like the kid wasn’t as observant as Joe had thought. “But… you only come with Cherry though… Does he wait somewhere on the track?” Joe gave Reki a look of disbelief. Surely, he could connect the dots from there! He gave him a moment longer to try to work it out but only the silence and confusion grew.

Sighing, Joe leaned closer. “Okay. You’re really not getting this. But promise me, this stays between us. No telling Langa or anyone else or we’ll both be in trouble.” “Got it.” “It’s Cherry.” “…what’s Cherry?” “My husband!” “Your husband!?” “Yes.” “But… you two are always fighting.” “Just teasing but keep that to yourself.” A phone started ringing and Joe sighed. “Well, speak of the devil. That’ll be him. Speak to you later, Reki.” Joe stood up, pulled his phone out and answered it with a smile. “Hey, cutie-” He immediately pulled the phone away from his ear as he walked away, rolling his eyes at the complaining of his ever-loving husband.

Reki was left sat there, wondering what had just happened. Joe was bi. That was cool. Cherry wasn’t straight either. Also Cool. But Reki was straight. Very, very straight. Always had been. He liked girls and no skateboarding, kind, generous, thoughtful, sweet, supportive, cool, funny, good-looking, handsome best friend would ever change that-

Groaning, Reki covered his blushing face with his hands.

Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought.

[beewitch4]

I posted my first SK8 fanfic

You can read it here!!

Renga, asexuality, and the boys being cute! This is preview for a much bigger fic, so stay tuned!

UPDATE: The full fic is now over 10,000 words! It’s gonna be good!!

[matchablossomhcs]

dead already // young mb in rome fic

The smell of rain on sun-warmed pavement. The shimmer of wet, uneven cobblestone in the yellow street lights. The empty beer cans crumpled along the walls in narrow alleys between houses painted in terracotta orange. The smell of cigarette smoke that always accompanies restaurants and bars open almost until dawn. 

The feeling of being small and unimportant when faced with the magnificent beauty of monuments that once upon a time have witnessed insanely impactful events in the history of the human existence—the wars, the times of greatness, the joys, the sorrows. The columns of emperors, raised in victory, stretching themselves into heavens, their reliefs telling stories where the statues were removed upon the change of rule. The triumph arches, massive in stature, looming over passersby, the statues at their tops regarding the world from all the way up there, reminding the onlookers of the glorious, old days. The churches, with tall towers and long, thin windows when placed in the middle of important piazzas, or pressed in-between buildings with strong facades and heavy doors. 

Kaoru didn’t know what to expect when he first landed in Rome, Italy—but it wasn’t…. this. The grandeur, the sheer strength of the architecture in the city, the impact of five cars honking at the same time, the fountains at every second corner, the plazas emerging suddenly between buildings and alleys. 

He feels out of place. There is no order, at least not as far as he can see. People step into the streets between cars and ignore the loud, honking complaints, and they smoke as they walk, and everyone seem to drink wine for breakfast. Even the weather is unruly—it pours when the bus spits out it’s passengers somewhere in the middle of the city, and then stops suddenly, just when Kaoru finally finds some small store with crates of beer bottles stacked by the entrance. His phone predicts the weather to be somewhere around eleven degrees Celsius, but his hair sticks to the back of his neck and indicates a higher temperature paired with humidity.

His headset ran out of battery as he was waiting on the bus, and he now he wanders the streets with faked confidence, following the little, blue dot of the maps app to the address Kojiro sent him a few days ago. 

New flat, check it out if you are free, the message said. Kaoru hasn’t seen Kojiro since he waved him goodbye at the airport four months ago. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since they hugged by the security at the busy airport in Tokyo, a gesture so familiar, yet suddenly intimate for no reason Kaoru can explain. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since he, overcome by a sudden feeling of utter loss and anxiety pulled at the ugly collar of Kojiro’s ugly shirt and kissed him, square on the mouth, his lips probably quivering in nervousness. He hasn’t seen Kojiro since he made a hmf! sound as Kaoru kissed him, and let out something akin to a whimper when Kaoru pulled away, hurriedly blurting out a last goodbye and storming off.

They’ve talked since then, of course. Their friendship has been built from the ripe age of three, and Kaoru cannot remember a time when he existed without Kojiro. They’re intertwined, whether they like it or not, and Kaoru sees Kojiro in his own habits, just as he sees him in Kojiro’s. 

They can’t be torn apart by a kiss.

They can’t be torn apart by Kojiro moving across the world. 

They can’t be torn apart by anything, and that’s why Kaoru saw the message, opened his laptop, and ordered plane tickets to Italy before typing out a I’ll be there next Wendesday, and the reference number of his flight. 

Kojiro answered with some silly emoji showing surprise, followed by a row of green hearts, and the week passed in a numb anticipation, anxiety, and a surprising lack of planning. Kaoru packed the evening before his flight, pulling clothes out at more or less random, surprising himself at his own willingness to ignore his (apparently not so) strict principles of deciding outfits and folding everything meticulously after the rules of madam Kondo. 

He doesn’t remember the flight, registering only sounds and movement of the masses at the airports, the wait for his bag surprisingly short, the bus trip at his destination surprisingly little annoying. He’s probably running on pure anticipation and adrenaline, and it feels surreal to finally be here, finally walking the same streets Kojiro walks again, the familiarity of a foreign space forming though the knowledge of Kojiro’s existence in this part of the city. 

Another street, another flight of marble stairs with stupidly low, wide steps, more cobblestone and uneven alleys. Some old lady is leaning out a window with a cigarette between her fingers, and someone further down the street is laughing into their phone. 

Kaoru watches as the little, blue dot of his position inches closer and closer to the final destination. If he was more of a romantic, more of a poet—if he was more like Kojiro, he’d think of butterflies in his stomach and the rosy flush of his cheeks as he remembers the warm timbre of Kojiro’s voice.

He isn’t a romantic like Kojiro, so he looks up at the dark sky and the stars, surprisingly clear in this side alley of slippery stone, and some ancient voice of an equally ancient philosopher he read once upon a time echoes in his mind. Something about stars and space and chaos put into order, and how their planet is but one of many, and how insignificant humans are, a mere millisecond on the clock of the world's existence. Maybe the philosopher isn’t that ancient. Maybe he wasn’t a philosopher at all, and maybe it’s just Kaoru’s existentialism showing in his numbing daze of excitement. 

Stop worrying, you dolt, Kojiro said when Kaoru must have let his anxiety show at Kojiro’s announcement about going to Italy to study. If we don’t follow our dreams, we might just as well be dead already. Do something stupid and hope for the best once in a while, he had said, and Kaoru had scolded him for being stupid and reckless.

Yet here he is, a week after that stupid message, four months after kissing Kojiro in some odd spur of the moment, afraid of being dead already as Kojiro so stupidly eloquently put it. 

A dog barks somewhere, a distant conversation pulls him out of his thoughts. Kaoru feels a bit dizzy from staring up at the sky, and he’s glad the alley is dark and empty and no one can judge him. He must look stupid, he knows, and even in his oddly dazed state he’s capable of scolding himself for maybe being a little bit of a romantic after all. 

He walks past more ruins of those grand monuments, the spotlights illuminating old stone a bit dimmer here between buildings, the fence emerging from the wall of a regular building and into the wall of the next one. Kaoru stops to look at it—the ruins, not the stupid fence—and finds himself feeling small again. Someone stood in his exact spot two thousands years ago and looked at the building and didn’t know that Kaoru would be here, two thousand years later, and that they would be coexisting in some odd form of time and space and multiverse that right now is beyond Kaoru’s comprehension.

Somehow, he shakes it off. The ruins will be here tomorrow too, just as they’ve been here, in various states of, well, ruin, for two thousand years. Kaoru’s existentialism is also everlasting, albeit probably for a shorter eternity than the old building. The ruins and his crisis can wait. Kojiro, texting a gotten into town yet? clearly cannot. 

As he reads Kojiro’s name on the message notification, the excitement returns threefold. It makes his fingertips tingle in anticipation, and his cheek flush again. It’s stupid, he tells himself, even though that romantic part of his (that doesn’t exist) is clearly stating otherwise. 

Another street corner, another flight of stairs, this time down and a bit shorter. The steps are crooked and polished by two thousand years of steps (or less, Kaoru doesn’t know the history). The marble is chipped where it meets the buildings it’s nestled between, and it’s nothing short of charming. A fountain is spitting out drinkable water at the bottom of the flight, the proof of the ancient aqueducts still running, more or less uninterrupted, since it was built. The glory of those romans is shown everywhere, from that water, to those alleys planned by someone centuries ago. How is he supposed not to feel absolutely inferior among all this grandeur? How is he supposed not to be dead already, when the architects and creators and great inventors and painters and artists left such a huge impact on the world, and he is but a speck of dust in comparison?

The blue dot on the map reaches its destination. The door is wooden and heavy, and locked. The light above it shines weakly, and it’s too dark for Kaoru to read. Which is your doorbell? he texts, and fumbles with the flashlight on his phone, fingers clumsy (from excitement? from lack of sleep?). His phone vibrates as he shines the flashlight on the brass buttons, trying to read the worn labels. No “Kojiro” on there; maybe he hasn’t put up his name yet, maybe it’s his landlord's name by one of those little buttons. He opens the message from Kojiro to check the answer, and tries to find it on the doorbells.

He never finds it, because he doesn’t have the time to. He’s distracted by quick steps that run on the other side of the wooden door. He never finds it, because suddenly the doors pull open wide, and Kojiro’s frame (was he always this tall?) fills the space. 

His cheeks are flushed, and his hair is messy, as if he’s brushed his hand through it too many times in the same nervous anticipation that is thrumming in Kaoru’s veins. His breath is short as if he ran (he did), and Kaoru’s breath hitches as if mirroring him.

“You’re here,” Kojiro says, and Kaoru doesn’t have any of his usually smart, witty answers to Kojiro’s stupid, unwitty questions. 

“I am,” he simply says, meeting Kojiro’s eyes. They’re shining, like the wet cobblestone, like the once-golden statues on top of the triumph columns now illuminated by spotlights, like the stars that for some reasons are brighter here than back home. 

“You’re here,” Kojiro repeats, and reaches out, and not reaching back simply isn’t an option. The chaos of the city, the planets, the universe, his mind—it’s all unimportant the moment he feels Kojiro’s fingertips against his. The feeling of being small and unimportant burns away under Kojiro’s amazed gaze as he smiles, almost bewildered, fingers closing around Kaoru’s bony wrist. 

Suddenly, he is pressed against Kojiro’s chest (was he always this big????), with Kojiro’s arms around him, and he is anything but small and unimportant—he’s the sun, the ruler on top of the column, the lover of emperor Hadrian that has countless statues in his image and a city called after him.

And as Kojiro finally, finally brings his hands to Kaoru’s cheeks and kisses him, not hurriedly and half-assed like Kaoru did four moths ago but properly, fiercely, mirroring all the emotions Kaoru will never be able to put into words—Kaoru has never felt more alive.

also to be found on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43434849

[discountscoobyart]

my fake dating office au is now finished and up on ao3!!

[faulty-writes]

Alright. As you all may know, I started out as a My Hero Academia fanfiction blog. This year, however, I'm looking to expand my blog and try to introduce other fandoms.

The fandoms I've recently gotten into include Sk8 The Infinity, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Mr. Villain's Day Off, and I've watched a few episodes of Jujutsu Kaisen (I'm still on season one of it).

My question for all of you lovely fans/followers is:

[rainbowxmisa]

“Is this a date?” 🍵🌸

· 16,9k

· Rated T

· DK matchablossom

· friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, road trip, so much tension.

Here's the playlist I did for this story:

[kerosenecrushh]

Words: 2,104

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki Characters: Kyan Reki, Hasegawa Langa, Hasegawa Nanako

Additional Tags: Frottage, Love Confessions, Kissing, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Grinding, Post-Coital Cuddling, Literal Sleeping Together, Pet Names, Neck Kissing, Soft Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Kyan Reki In Love, Hasegawa Langa In Love, Supportive Hasegawa Nanako, Kinktober, Kinktober 2023 Series: Part 11 of Kinktober 2023

Summary:

Part 2 to Kinktober Day 10

Langa confesses to Reki.

“What are you distracted by?” Reki asked. “The same thing I’m always distracted by.” Langa glanced away in what Reki could have sworn was shyness. “...Skateboards?” Reki guessed. “No.” Langa looked back at Reki, then said much more quietly, “You.”