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hi. kiki here. she/they. i used to write a lot of x-reader fanfic and i still do from time to time, but now this blog is mostly just a clusterfuck of reblogs of things i like, including but not beholden to: anime, manga, horny stuff, formula 1, video games, books, bugs, etc. i have a queue that posts 12-15 times a day depending on how full it is.
main f/o: varka (genshin impact)
currently playing: genshin impact (current update), honkai star rail (middle of amphoreus), fields of mistria, palworld
currently reading: mistborn
currently watching: formula one, one piece (up to date)
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Actually, everybody hold my hands and have a drunk girl in the bathroom moment with me: thank you all for being here. It's been almost a year since I returned after a one year+ hiatus and an attempt to walk away from fandom altogether. It's taken me a while to find my confidence and hone my judgement to a point where I feel comfortable making new friends again, and I'm so grateful to everyone who has been cool and patient and friendly with me :') I love you all 🤍
Kiki hiiii again tbh i think you’re like so cool i wish we talked more at school 💛
Varka is very lucky to have you (cue “that should be me” with the clenched Arthur fist) and I am insane about your aventurine ship that you haven’t said much about and I’d love to learn more about your twinks you love so much aside from the fact that they’re twinks
Ily bye
lex I'm cheesin so hard- we're having our little drunk girl moment in the bathroom rn
(つ✧ω✧)つ⊂(･ω･*⊂)
i love you and you're so awesome and I love all your ships and you're the only person who has made me care about leon kennedy and I love that I get to witness kelsier slowly getting promoted from the accounting department in the office building of Lex's Harem Inc 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
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warnings: leon has bad luck, self indulgent selfship lore,
This wasn’t how you’d expected the week to go when you’d gone to bed on Sunday night. Your life with Leon was as routine as it could be, with your work schedule and his being mostly similar, the only thing truly special about this week were the dinner plans you’d made for that Friday.
And you were still going out on Friday, only now it was to celebrate your marriage rather than a “just because” night out.
You’d woken up Monday, tucked into his chest securely like every other morning. You got to spend a few minutes chatting with Leon about how you both had slept and exchanging sleepy kisses before your alarm actually went off, and then you both went about your morning routines before you went to work and he went to run some errands since he was taking the day off.
The day ran off course when the bank he was at was robbed while he was there, and you got a call that he was in the back of an ambulance getting checked out after getting into a fist fight with one of the robbers. Your workday ended promptly after, preferring to be wherever it was Leon was going to be after something like that happened — even if that was just at home on the couch.
On that same couch is where you’re laying on his chest, his fingers playing with the loose strands of your hair that escaped the messy bun you’d thrown your hair up into after getting home and trading your business casual for girlfriend casual. You’re more focused on his heartbeat beneath your ear and his steady breaths beneath you than you are the episode of Cutthroat Kitchen that had to be a decade old, but your mind travels to the events of his morning and how remarkably unbothered he was despite the blooming bruise on his jaw.
“Was it scary?” you ask as he yawns, and you have to stop yourself from calling him old for yawning before the sun has even truly set.
“It was a little, I guess. People can be unpredictable, moreso when they’re desperate. I was more worried about you though.”
“Me?” That has you carefully sitting up, one of your legs wedging itself between his hip and the back of the couch while the other rests more easily on the edge. His hand that was on your back holds your hip, the one that had been in your hair being caught by one of yours in your movement for you to hold onto as you met his gaze for the first time in about an hour. “I wasn’t in a bank robbery.”
“No, but you worry a lot about me. And what if something had happened to me? How can I take care of you if I’m hurt, or worse?”
The or worse wasn’t charming to hear, not that anything he’d said was intended to bring you any comfort — but you also knew that Leon was just telling it how it was. He’d never sugarcoat things for you, especially after you’d started seriously dating, which you appreciated but sometimes you didn’t want to think about the realities of dating a man twenty years your senior with a scary job.
“I can take care of myself, you know.”
“I’ve gotten really good at doing it for you, and this morning made me think about how you would be taken care of.”
“Is this where you tell me you’re revising your will?”
“Did that months ago when I realized you’re my forever. You get the house and my car, beneficiary to my life insurance too. Sherry and Claire already laid claim to a couple things, but the rest is yours.”
“At this rate we might as well just get married.”
You’d meant it as a joke, and the way he huffed out a chuckle suggested that he took it as a joke. It's something you’d said a few times before, meant to tease him for being so serious and make yourself feel better about whatever serious conversation you were having. Never a real suggestion, because you both had said that you were okay with not getting married and simply being together for the rest of your lives.
On Tuesday evening you learn that he had taken your usual joke as a serious suggestion.
“We should get married.” He says it so casually as you’re drinking your water, the surprised gasp resulting in you choking on your water while he watches in concern. “Mouth to mouth?”
“Wouldn’t c-complain,” you cough out, taking a tentative drink off your water to hopefully ease the discomfort in your throat. “You’re serious?”
“My pension and other work benefits don’t go to my beautiful roommate, and I want to make sure you get everything you can in the worst case.”
“Didn’t we agree like a month ago that we didn’t want the spectacle of a wedding and all that?”
“Who said we need the spectacle for you to be Mrs. Kennedy?” he asks, pulling you from where you sat beside him to sit on his lap. “We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and call it done.”
That was a fair point, you could definitely have the marriage without the wedding, and you were basically his wife already. He didn’t correct people in the rare event where it was assumed you were married, only pulling you in closer with a proud smile when they did (but you would assume that part of that was just happiness that they didn’t think you were his daughter).
“We don’t work Friday, so that would be preferable to tomorrow. Can I pick out my engagement ring?”
“We can go tomorrow after work and then treat ourselves to a nice engagement dinner.” His suggestion has you smiling, resting your head on his shoulder and letting him take your left hand in his. “Do you want the cruise in August to become our honeymoon, or do you want something separate?”
“Two birds, one stone.” You smile, earning yourself a kiss from your fiance. “How big is your pension as the most popular employee of the least popular government org, anyway?”
“Considering I’ve had this job almost as long as you’ve been alive, I’m grandfathered in on a plan that was made when the economy wasn’t in shambles.”
“Yeah you’re a grandfather alright,” you tease, yelping when his fingers dig into your side to tickle you. “This isn’t how you propose, asshole!”
“You can’t take back your ‘yes’.”
You spent Tuesday night looking at the websites of local jewelry stores, focused on your engagement ring while he shopped wedding bands on his phone. Wednesday morning you find the one you wanted, and with a sheepish smile send Leon the link with the additional information that the jewelry store was a half hour drive before going back to your work while waiting for him to review it and let you know how feasible it was for your plans.
It takes half an hour for you to get a response that it had been ordered in your size, and that he’d called the jeweler to learn that they just happened to have exactly what you wanted without needing to make any adjustments. It feels like you’re making the right decisions, regardless of how rushed these decisions were, and you’re content to continue through your workday with the knowledge that when Leon picked you up he’d have your engagement ring. And you would be wearing it as you ate sushi at a stupidly high end place he was able to get a table at.
When Friday morning comes you both wake up with your alarm, but neither of you are in a rush to get out of bed. He’s rubbing your back as you bask in the tender attention of his lips on your neck, the acceptance that this Friday in July was about to change for the rest of your lives in a way that you hadn’t expected when the week started.
You have his full attention as you both get ready for the day; a shared shower made longer by his desire to appreciate every inch of you, his hands helping you into the dress you’d picked out for this occasion before he’d even put his own pants on. But you get to return the favor, carefully combing through his hair as he buttons his white dress shirt and kissing behind his ear once you’d finished.
“I didn’t notice this bruise,” you murmur, gently poking the small patch of discolored skin as he hums in confusion. “Did you hit your neck on Monday too?”
“I guess so, but we can worry about that later,” he says, looking over his shoulder and smiling when you lean in to kiss him. “Let's get married first, and then we can count my bruises after you give me a few new ones tonight.”
You were getting married today, it still didn’t feel real to you and you doubted that it would ever feel like a real event. You’d only had two days to get used to the weight of your chosen engagement ring on your finger, catching yourself staring at it every so often or playing with it on your finger. Even he was playing with it when he held your hand, and you know for a fact it’ll be so much worse when your wedding rings arrived.
The courthouse was a large building that you worked very close to, so you would walk by it on your lunchtime walk, but you hadn’t ever thought to go inside. The inside was just as daunting, but because there was nobody in the first floor lobby but you and your soon-to-be-husband. The sound of your heels against the tile flooring echo through the lobby as he leads you to the sign by the elevator while pushing the button to call it down to your level.
“What are you nervous for?”
“Who said I was nervous?”
“Your death grip on my hand.” He holds yours tighter when you try to let go, leaning in to kiss your forehead as you smile up at him. “I’m a little nervous too.”
“For what?”
“I’ve never gotten married before. What if I’m bad at being a husband?”
The elevator doors opening cut off your response, the chattering of the people leaving the elevator distracting you momentarily before Leon is guiding you into the elevator and pushing the button for the fourth floor.
“I don’t think that’s something to worry about,” you finally murmur, looking up at him as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You love me too much to be a bad husband.”
“As long as you trust me.”
An hour later you’re officially married, marriage certificate in hand as you’re getting back into the elevator. You don’t feel much different, so you’re not sure why you were so nervous to get on the elevator. It was the first day of the rest of your life with Leon, starting on what was a randomly selected Friday in July. His concerns about being a bad husband were mirrored by your concerns of being a bad wife, but realistically you two weren’t bad at being each other’s partners so the new titles shouldn’t add any additional weight to your relationship.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks, his hand rubbing your side as the elevator doors close and leave you alone with your husband for a few moments.
“You wanna consummate the marriage in the porsche, Mr. Kennedy?” you ask as you lean against his chest as the elevator starts its descent to the first floor. His chuckle is low in your ear, a kiss to your temple that has you grinning before tilting your head back to get a proper kiss from your husband.
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“Let’s just walk in the dark / hop the fence in the park / baby boy, honeybee / god, I love the way you look at me” 🌼
A glimpse into long, golden summer days stretching languidly into balmy nights. A familiar hand in my own. Sharing those hours when the world feels still and quiet, like a secret just for the two of us.
"Quit squirming," she tuts, digging the points of her canines gently into the meat of your thigh.
She's knuckle deep in your clenching heat, her other palm over your mouth the only thing that keeps your gasping moan from echoing across the entire ship.
You absolutely should not be up here in the crow's nest of the Thousand Sunny, spine arching up off the blankets Sanji had laid out on the floor for you. It's the middle of the night and you're supposed to be on watch, not writhing beneath her on the floor.
You whine her name, eyes squeezed shut, head turned to the side.
She has the audacity to curl her fingers at the same time she lowers her mouth to suckle at your clit, tongue rolling over it, sending zips of pleasure racing over your skin. It's embarrassing how wet you are after having been laid out like this for all of five minutes, the squelching sound that comes with each press of her fingers enough to have your cheeks flushing deep, chest heaving with each breath.
Sanji's suddenly pulling away, a pitiful sound leaving your lips at the slip of her fingers from inside you, only to be soothed when she moves her hand and kisses you hard, pushing the taste of you right into your waiting mouth. She's saying something between kisses, but you're too far gone to think much of it—that is until she stops altogether, the fullness of her chest pressed against yours as she hovers over you.
You can feel the tears prick in the corners of your eyes, desperate.
"You've gotta be quiet, mon chéri, you'll wake everyone up."
And then your top is being pulled up, dragged over your chest and up to your chin.
"Open."
The fabric is pressed past your lips.
"Much better."
Sanji leaves a too sweet kiss on your forehead, and then she's kissing her way down your body again, dragging her tongue through the hair at the valley of your hips before moving right past it to lick a broad stripe over you, dipping into your slick and drawing it back up to your clit. She circles it twice and you bite down so hard on the fabric between your teeth you wouldn't be surprised to find you'd punched holes right through it.
"Mmh-f'ck," you moan, lifting your head just enough to look down at her, only to find her eyes already on you, pupils dilated, brows tilted.
The pussy-drunk look on her face alone is enough to send you flying over the edge, but when your eyes meet, she moans long and low against you, the vibration of it accompanied by the quick press and curl of her fingers, their rhythm fast and precise and pressing into that sensitive spot inside you over and over again until you can't do anything but buck your hips up into the feeling, squeezing around her fingers while your vision goes white.
She works you through it because of course she does, still sucking and swirling at your clit until you're taking handfuls of blonde hair and forcefully pulling her away, dragging her close so that you can press your lips to hers, tongue in her mouth as your hands find her hips, encouraging the way they're already canting down against you.
"Holy shit, Sanji," you breathe against her, only to be answered with rich, breathy laughter.
She slows the pace, letting the space between you linger before she kisses you again, pulling back just far enough to speak.
"Again?" she asks, lips pulling into a smile.
You giggle, already nodding, taking her bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it to agree.
Kiki aventurine and I are challenging you and Varka to chicken and definitely losing but we’re going to have so much fun then get drunk together later 😎
i'm crying bc i just noticed today how short aven is when i had phainon out and stood next to him in the current event 😭 all varka has to do is take the fight into the deep end alsdjasdkalakfs
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Health classes really ought to teach people what the beginning stages of addiction are like because a lot of people don’t realize they’re addicted to something until they’re years deep into it.
If you go without it you feel unwell in a way that you never usually feel unwell. Sweating, tired, sleepy, headaches, irritable, depressed, etc. For example when I was in opium withdrawal I got incredibly depressed in a way that I’ve never been before or since. When you quit caffeine you might get super bad headaches even if you never usually get any headaches.
Thoughts of it regularly bother you and the thoughts go away once you’ve taken it but only temporarily. Unlike with a food craving which usually stays away once you’ve satisfied it or distracted yourself from it.
You find yourself rationalizing with yourself why you should break your own rules about how much you can take and how often. For example you might only let yourself drink alcohol every four days but start thinking that three days is actually close enough to four days, right? Especially if this happens regularly.
You’re using it so often that you feel the need to lie about how much you use because other people might think it’s concerning
If the substance or activity is nearby it’s genuinely difficult to not consume it or participate in it in a way that’s really frustrating.
You feel bad when you’re not on it and your brain tells you “if you just take the thing you wouldn’t feel this way”
You can only feel “whole” or “normal” when you’re on a substance even though it’s a recreational drug
And if you read this and think you might be addicted to something, don’t panic and don’t feel ashamed. Realizing you’re addicted to something isn’t a failure. It’s more information about your health that you can use to manage your condition, whether you want to get rid of your addiction or not.
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My parents collected the NOW CD's back in the early 2000s and I distinctly remember that song being on one of them!! RIP to such a talent that was lost way too young 🥲
you've got my curiosity intensely piqued now, i would love to know how your s/i ended up on a deserted island and how she managed to make it through all that time!
Omg thank you for giving me the opportunity to yap about this!! Okay so it's sort of two stories (tw sa mention)
Part one is that I was just a mere oni toddler dragged onto a fishing excursion with my father when we get caught in a storm. I end up on a small island all alone, not old or strong enough to survive on my own. It just so happens the island is north of Yashiori Island, famous battleground where Electro Archon Raiden Ei defeated the old serpent god Orobashi (for an "invasion" that was more just a migration). Yashiori Island is basically inhabitable because Orobashi's remains have seeped into the ground and his skeleton (as big as the island itself) still pushes out crystallized bone marrow. One of these bones drifted to the island I wound up stranded on, and out of desperation, young oni Kiki ate the marrow. God remains are notoriously corruptive, but likely because I am a descendant of Mikoshi Chiyo (an oni who came into existence to be a capanion to Raiden Ei, therefore basically a god creation herself), I was able to adapt to the power in the marrow and became a demi-god for lack of a better word (though some call me a "daiyoukai").
Anyway...flashforward a few decades and a human adventurer finds the island and me on it. It's my first ever interaction with a human that I know of. I have "memories" of humans via Orobashi's will, who was very loved by his people, so I'm trusting of him and agree to sail back to the main islands with him. However, it ends up with a group of men wanting to "examine" me....so everyone involved ends up brutally murdered in retaliation. I end up subdued by the only one capable besides the Shogun herself: Yae Miko, the head priestess of Inazuma's main shrine and also an old companion of Raiden Ei's as well as Mikoshi Chiyo. Clearly I couldn't be left to live amongst people, but Yae Miko pitied me due to my appearance resembling Chiyo's (who met a tragic end by Ei's sword due to Abyssal corruption a couple hundred years back at this point).
She had me imprisoned back on the deserted island, where there's a thunder sakura tree (kind of like a holy tree) and had a tengu warrior shoot an arrow pinning me to the tree, where I would remain sealed in a semi-dormant state for another hundred years....
