#soon tho! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

riptide-if · 4 months

Text

Your dad has always said you swim as if your were born to be in the water; the rest of your family has always said that he is the whole reason you turned out like that.

So, it's not really a surprise when you had used all the money you got for your 7th birthday to buy a surfboard. And even less of a surprise when you started joining small surf competitions by the time you were 10, later followed by bigger competitions.

It seems you are the only one surprised when it turns out you're able to compete in the World Surfer's League's Ultimate Tournament Tour*.

Thrown into a mix of fellow surfing prodigies, rookies, and pros, do you really have what it takes to win?

RIPTIDE is a 18+ slice-of-life interactive fiction that includes optional sexual content, alcohol and drug use, coarse language, mentions of death of a parent, and dysfunctional families.

pinterest intros

customize your character, from gender, (including transgender options) pronouns, personality, physical appearance, clothing style, dynamics, public persona, and more.

decide what your strengths and weaknesses are as a surfer and choose from.

romance one of four romantic options - your best friend's brother, your childhood friend, your ex, or your fellow competitor, along with three polyamorous options and flings.

compete in an international surfing competition and see how you fare against your fellow surfers.

learn how to balance family, romance, and surfing; or don't, and suffer the consequences.

Arlo Song [male, he/him], your best friend’s twin brother.

Reliable and patient, Arlo is the poster child for the 'boy next door' trope. Arlo, despite living in Hawai'i since he was 13, has never been one for beaches or sports, choosing to spend his day in an art studio rather than on the beach, unlike most of the people he knows, including his twin sister; Aria. He's always kept you at arms length for reasons you aren't quite sure about.

Hilo Kalua Mahoe [nonbinary, they/them], your childhood best friend.

Apathetic and reserved, Hilo has been by your side since before you can remember (though your family has many pictures to prove this). Hilo is your exceptionally talented unofficial-official photographer, has been for years, and is accompanying you on the UTT. Ever since you were kids you’ve been hearing comments that Hilo is prickly or mean, but they’re never like that with you.

Elijah/Elaine Lee Ferguson [gender selectable], your rockstar ex.

Impulsive and (seemingly) confident E, more commonly known as ‘Lee Rex’ on stage and just Lee to their friends, is exactly what one would expect out of a rockstar. Your meeting with Lee was purely by coincidence, during their US tour, a show that a couple of your friends dragged you to— though if you knew that know you probably wouldn’t have agreed to go. Whatever Lee was like as your partner is long gone now; evident by all the photos they’ve posted making out with someone on their Instagram story.

Noemia/Nikita Azevedo [gender selectable], your wildcard competitor.

Charismatic and arrogant, N has already made a name for themselves in the surfing community. After placing in the final five in the last UTT, they’ve been chosen as a wildcard this time around. Really, you don’t know all that much about N, considering you’ve never even met them, but from your limited research (e.g: watching interviews on YouTube) you can tell they’re.. a bit of a flirt. It’s hard to tell if a facade or not; but you don’t really want to find out, either.

#interactive fiction #choice of games #interactive novel #interactive game #interact if #cog #choice script #choose your own adventure #choose your own story #if wip #cog wip #interactive fiction wip #no demo #sorry :p #soon tho!

644 notes · View notes

capricornlevi · 2 years

Text

Morning Commute

Salaryman!Nanami x F!Reader (word count - 3k)

NSFW: minors & ageless blogs do not interact

CW: explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex), consumption of alcohol

At first, you're just two people sharing a commute - strangers that just happen to have the same bus journey to work. He's not too chatty but very polite, and as the weeks pass, you get more and more familiar with each other. All seems to be going well until one day when he doesn't get on the bus, and you're left realising you miss him more than you'd anticipated.

The first time you see him, he's just another passenger on your morning commute, just another salaryman in a suit looking to get to and from work as quickly as possible. Over time, however, you notice him more and more; whether it's because of the repetition of seeing him at the same time every day, or whether it's something else, you're not certain. All you know for certain is that seeing him becomes integrated into your daily schedule before you even realise it.

The bus isn't too crowded at that hour of the day, and so you can always spot him as you climb on and take your seat. He stands, usually; gripping the handrail with one hand and keeping the other in his pocket. He never goes on his phone for the duration of the journey - you know he has one, because he fishes it out of his pocket when he reaches his stop - and it seems strange at first, but over time, you start to pick up that same habit.

The two of you don't talk all that much. After three or four weeks of sharing the exact same commute, you start with a polite "have a good day!" as he passes you to step off the bus. He returns it in a similarly civil way, and doesn't look too unnerved by the fact that you're a stranger greeting him on public transport. You must have become as familiar with him as he has with you, because the next day, he's the one who speaks up first.

"Good morning."

And again, you say it back to him. You like the sound of his voice - it's deep, not quite rough but with an edge to it that commands your attention - but it's early in the day, and so you figure neither of you wants a particularly long conversation. You leave it at 'good morning' and carry on with the journey until it's time for him to head off again.

The next day, you ask him how he's doing, and he answers. The following day, he asks you if things are busy at your work, and you say they are. The day after and the day after that, you pick up little snippets about each other, still polite but a bit more personal as the conversations progress. Nothing too invasive - you don't even know his second name yet - but still far more information than you ever thought you'd get or give from someone you met on public transport.

This pattern continues for weeks until, one day, he's not standing in his usual spot. You sit in your spot which is ordinarily right across from him, and start to wonder where he is. You don't worry, of course; it's just one day, he's probably on a holiday or he's come down with the flu, something like that. Nothing of concern, you think to yourself.

That feeling of calm starts to wane when he doesn't show up the following week, or for the two weeks after that. It would be silly to say that you're panicking considering you barely know the man, but you are concerned at how he's seemed to just drop off the face of the earth having maintained such a rigid schedule for months. On top of it all, you have no way of knowing if he's ok - you don't have any means of contacting him short of getting off at his usual stop and physically searching for him, which obviously is not an option.

You wait and wait, but still, nothing. Your worry is now at the front of your mind, plaguing you as you walk on the bus every day with the hope of seeing him. He never mentioned anything about going away, about being sick, anything at all to explain his sudden absence.

You try to forget about it. There's nothing you can do, after all, and more to the point, he's still practically a stranger.

Your efforts are admirable, and you keep your mind occupied with work until it's time to meet some friends for drinks one Friday night. You get dressed up, order a taxi, and step into this dimly-lit cocktail bar, only to see the man from your bus sitting at the counter sipping on an Old Fashioned.

He's alone, and you want to go up to him to say hello, to ask him how he's been, but you remind yourself that you're here with friends. You can't ditch them this early in the night. He doesn't see you enter, and so you can head straight for your friends' table at the back without having to come up with any excuse.

It's an enjoyable night, all things considered. You share a few cocktails with your friends; not enough to get you drunk, but enough that you feel the soft buzz of excitement at being out for the night.

Still, you can't shake the thought of him being at the bar. Even as you laugh with your friends, smile for pictures, plan where you're going on your next night out, he stays in the back of your head the whole while.

After a few hours, your friends get tired. This was never intended to be a big night out, just a few casual drinks, and most of them have ordered taxis already so they can head home before the city gets too busy. You don't order one, however, hoping to use this as a chance to slip away from the group to speak with him.

When you finally get your opening to head away, you're relieved to find he's still at the bar.

"Nanami!" you say cheerily, remembering how he introduced himself to you all those many months ago. "Long time no see!"

He turns to you and his hardened expression softens a little. That's a relief, in and of itself.

"I know," he says, after gesturing for you to sit down next to him. "And I apologise for ... disappearing, I suppose would be the word."

"No need to say sorry, just as long as you're okay," you say sincerely, watching as he waves down the bartender. He points to his drink and you nod, prompting him to order two more Old Fashioneds. "You are okay, I hope?"

"I'm okay."

"That's good," you note, hoping you haven't overstepped.

Turns out, you needn't have worried; Nanami answered the unspoken part of the question just a second later.

"I quit my job."

"Oh?" you say with surprise. He'd never spoken particularly enthusiastically about his work as a salaryman, but he never gave any indication that he was about to quit.

“I’m about to undertake a pretty major career change,” he murmurs, taking a long sip of his drink after he finishes speaking.

“And you’re here to … celebrate it? Or drown your sorrows?” you trail off uncertainly. He had never been a particularly easy man to read, but now, it's anyone’s guess as to how he feels about this new job offer. He doesn't appear particularly glum - at least, any more than he usually did - but he didn’t seem enthusiastic about his new prospects, either.

“Well, I would say I’m here for one last night of freedom, but that would imply that I am sad to see my current career path coming to an end,” he says, smiling now, “when, in fact, the opposite is true.”

“So it is a celebration, then?”

“Not exactly. Where I’m going next … it’s not perfect, either. It’s different, and will likely be a little less shit than where I was before - more rewarding, at least. I suppose I’m here commemorating the change, more than anything else."

“Commemorating,” you sounded the word out emphatically, and he nods, tipping the last of the cocktail between his lips.

“Well, can I buy you your next drink?" you ask, leaning in a bit further. He's still smiling, and doesn't pull away. "Just to commemorate the end of our morning commute together, of course.”

_________

Things move quickly after that. You talk for just a bit longer - he asks more questions than he answers, and he seems a bit hesitant to tell you what his new job is. From what you've gathered, he used to work in that field before - as a student? graduate? intern? it's never clear - and he's fully accepted that he is going back.

When asked if there's a lot of travelling involved, he says yes.

When you push a little further and inquire as to where he'll be based, he says it's still in Tokyo (... mostly).

When you ask if there's anything he'll miss about his old routine, he leans in and kisses you.

His lips are soft and he moves gently, as if testing the waters, but the sensation of it all is overpowering. Want and desire flood through your body and you shift in your seat to deepen the kiss, uncaring of who sees you.

It's necessity, not embarrassment, that makes the two of you get up from your seats to leave - you want to do more, touch more, taste more, and the only way to get it is to head back to one of yours.

Nanami says that his place is close by, and you don't complain. When you arrive, you notice that his apartment is shockingly bare. There are no decorations on the walls, nothing on the shelves or the coffee table, and apart from a few items of plain and basic furniture, there are no signs of this apartment being lived in at all.

Strange.

It's ridiculous, and it should have been the last thing you focus on as he pulls you in for another heated kiss, but you couldn’t help but notice the stacked boxes in the corner of the room.

You pull back from the kiss, brows furrowing in confusion.

“I thought you were just switching jobs in Tokyo? Are you moving away, too?”

“It’s a long story,” he replies. He leans in to kiss along your jawline, making your head swoon and the throbbing between your legs become even more intense.

“Am I asking too many questions?”

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your neck. “No.”

“Am I-”

He interrupts your next question by running his tongue along your bottom lip, and whatever point you were about to make feels suddenly and utterly irrelevant. You lean into him again, closing the short distance between you and feeling the warmth of him not only against your lips, but against your whole body as he pulls you closer to him.

Your nipples start to ache as he rubs them through too many layers of clothing, and so you start shedding your clothes as he guides you towards what you assume is his bedroom.

It's similarly bare as the living area is, but desire has clouded your thoughts and you can't focus on that any longer. He's here, now, and all you want to do is enjoy this moment while it lasts. You happily let him guide you to his bed, mind racing with the many things you want to do to him.

The way he is looking at you right now is somehow both familiar yet entirely new at the same time; he watches you with the same intense curiosity that he had every morning before he left, but there is a newfound hunger in his eyes that set you alight, knowing that he's thinking the exact same things that you are.

He leans in close, hands still gripping your waist as he rests your back on his bed and quietly asks you a question that almost makes your heart stop in your chest.

“I want to taste you. Can I?”

A shiver shoots down your spine when you hear it. You had always liked his voice, but now … it's laced with so much arousal and heat that you nearly tremble at the sound of him whispering as he presses kisses between your hipbones.

Once you manage a soft "yes", he doesn't wait much longer, burying his face between your thighs and licking at you slowly. All the while, his eyes are trained on you as he tries to see what movements bring you the most pleasure.

He seems to bring the same care and attention to this task as he does all others, touching you carefully and skillfully; you’d have teased him for his efficiency if he weren't making it impossible for you to think of anything other than the wonderful movement of his tongue.

You moan for him, tossing your head back and arching your hips up to push him closer. Ordinarily, you would feel self-conscious at how openly you're showing your pleasure, of how desperate you might seem for his touch, but your enthusiastic reaction is only spurring him on further. Every time you start to get too deep in your own head, he changes the pace or pressure of his tongue and sends a new, wonderful sensation fluttering through you.

Every stroke of his tongue against you makes your thighs quiver, swirling and suckling just where you need him.

“You look perfect right now, I hope you know,” he murmurs, pulling away just for a second, his lips glistening with your arousal. He doesn't pause his work for long, though, closing his mouth over your clit again as you canted your hips upwards.

“Please!” you beg, grinding into him, riding his mouth, rocking back and forth against him as he suckles harder, groaning with pleasure against you.

You run the fingers of your right hand through his hair as you fist the sheets with your left, feeling the pleasure swell greater and greater until it breaks over you, sending spasms and shockwaves from your core throughout your whole body. You gasp and shake but he doesn't relent, licking you still throughout until overstimulation sets in and you have to take a moment to recover.

He kisses you gently, seemingly having gained as much pleasure from it as you did judging by the moans that get caught in his throat. It isn't long before the sensitivity wears off and you need him again, even more profoundly this time.

When he fucks you, it's with your legs draped over his shoulders, allowing for an angle that makes you dizzy at every thrust. He's big, but it's not uncomfortable; when he slips inside you it's an easy movement considering how wet you still are from his mouth.

Having him like this, it's easy to forget that this is all just temporary. That he's starting some new path in life, and that you might be strangers again someday soon.

You don't want to be a stranger to him, you know that now, but you have to park that thought for later. Right now, all you want is more of him.

The snapping of his hips against yours speeds up further, his hands gripping your thighs and leaving little crescent-moon shapes where his nails dig into your skin just a little. The pace, his touch, the noises he's making ... they are all overwhelming in the most satisfying way, but it's the expression on his face that's truly sending heat pulsing straight to your core.

For the past few months, you've grown used to the almost-stern, stoic Nanami, the Nanami that wears a perfectly-pressed suit every day and never has a hair out of place. But now, leaning above you, you see a different man, one who's too enraptured by his own pleasure to focus on neatness or presentability.

His hair is tousled, a few strands falling down his forehead as he looks directly down at you. His brows are knitted together, his desperate expression showing how quickly he's approaching his own peak as your tight walls squeeze him perfectly.

Just then, he lowers your legs down to the bed, fucking you in missionary with the same intensity that he had been keeping before. For a moment, you wonder why he changed positions since he was so close beforehand, but when he brings your lips to his once again and groans against your kiss, you know exactly why.

Grabbing his shoulders, you come undone for the second time, squeezing your thighs around his waist to keep him close. Your eyes shut automatically as the waves spread through you, but you pry them open to see the look on Nanami's face as he joins you.

With a low groan, he comes too, caging you in between his arms as he pulls you close, as if trying to get as deep as he possibly can. He's beautiful like this, more vulnerable and open than you ever thought you'd see him, and being the reason for his pleasure fills you with a strange emotion.

You put a stop to that. You can't get attached - not now.

But as he pulls out and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair as he whispers soft praise in your ear, it's hard to ignore those thoughts.

"Do you want to stay the night?" he asks almost hesitantly, as if knowing already that it's a bad idea. "To make up for me being absent these past few weeks?"

Unsurprisingly, you agree.

In the morning, you can talk this though. You can evaluate, and see if there's a place for you in his life and vice versa, or whether it's better to call it quits now, before any more feelings become involved. He can be honest with you, and you can be transparent in return - and hey, maybe it'll work out!

As unrealistic as it is, that thought makes you happy.

But right now, you don't want to worry about schedules or new jobs or being realistic, or anything else.

All you want is to fall asleep, enjoying whatever moments you can get together, resting soundly with him by your side.

And that's exactly what you do.

#may tries to write #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #i literally have a 15k word multichap of this plot in my drafts rn but i dont have the mental energy to edit it #soon tho!#nanami x you

460 notes · View notes