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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.ย
main f/o: varka (genshin impact)ย
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If you've been following me even just for a little while, you'll know how special this is to me! F1 holds my life together and always gives me something to look forward to. It means so much to get a comm combining my love of F1 with the other side of fandom I love so much (the self-inserting side)!
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In which you have to cheer up a self proclaimed 'god'.
Notes: I wrote this just after patch 6.3 but never posted it here. Please keep in mind that at this time we didn't know if Moonttore had truly died or not. Apologies if the cadence is a little odd, this wasn't an x reader originally but I just spent five minutes now editing it to be.
Tags: Il Dottore x reader, established relationship of some sort, reader implied to work for Dottore, comfort?, moonttore survived the fight w the traveler in this, fluff, both of them are Awkward.
~1k words, reblogs and comments are much appreciated.
Minors DNI
This wasn't good.
Dottore had barely said a word since his arrival. Most uncharacteristic of him. Especially when one considered the scale of this experiment.
Shouldn't a deity be able to heal themselves? So why had he done nothing to stop you when you'd gone to fetch bandages and other supplies? He'd hardly even protested when you'd sighed in exaggerated frustration and pushed aside the straps of his ridiculous new outfit.
Actually, this was quite bad.
The silence had stretched for twenty minutes and the air in the little hideaway seemed seconds from growing too thick to breathe. Dottore had moved you here after the failed attempt at subduing Columbina. It was a pleasant enough place that he'd personally carved out with the newfound powers. A small lab hidden away in a cliff. And with his large lab in Nod-Krai gone, surely no one would think to look for another?
Dottore had wanted to move you further away, but you'd refused. It was already bad enough that he wouldn't let you stay at the larger research facility up until it had been raided. Of course you understood the risk, but you were hardly helpless.
You supposed having to patch him up now was the consequence of refusing to leave Nod-Krai altogether. Not that you could bear the thought of him returning to a lonely place in this condition. He didn't have to say that it was worse than it looked.
Shouldn't a deity be above wincing when rubbing alcohol was used on their wounds?
Why did it have to be you who broke the silence. You had yet to even attempt to pierce the dark cloud around Dottore and still your stomach had already dropped. His body looked odd with all the modifications. Not that now was the time to say.
"You're not going to tell me about the results?"
The temperature dropped a few degrees. Perhaps that wasn't the best line of questioning right now.
It was truly horrendous if he didn't even want to discuss experimental results. Even a failure held important information to dissect, reconstruct, and put to use.
Archons above, you'd been reduced to brushing fingers against his skin, leaning against him, kissing the top of his head. Anything to get him react to something. He hadn't even reached for your hand.
Another point of discomfort was how he'd kept his mask on. Of course, that was how he appeared in front of others butโฆ You sighed, fastening the end of a bandage securely around his arm. It had been so long since he'd hid his face when it was just the two of you.
"We should've brought something more efficient than this." Perfect, give him a chance to go off a tangent about one of his solvents for recovering health and closing wounds.
Dottore merely grunted.
You adjusted your shirt.
Well then. Were you supposed to start weeping in relief that he hadn't perished entirely? Or scold him for losing one of the moon marrows? You supposed you could yell a little, although it would probably echo quite uncomfortably with the stone walls. Throw yourself into his arms and lavish him with praise?
Maybe he'd want something sweet.
Just as you turned to look in some of the supply crates, there was a tug at your cloak, barely there but enough that you stopped.
Finally.
Dottore's voice sounded like he'd been swallowing sand when he said your name, rough and coarse. He'd probably been yelling at the Traveler and their little entourage. You waited for a moment only to feel his hand release its grasp. "Forget it."
The pit in your stomach was rapidly growing as you walked away. Seconds stretched to minutes as silence settled once more. You searched through some of the crates stashed towards the back, briefly wondering how long Dottore must've been making arrangements for this outcome. They could stay for months without lacking anything.
"Are you planning to leave?"
You straightened up at his words, clutching a small pouch of hard candies.
"Excuse me?"
He still wore his mask when you turned. The signature quirk of his lips was nowhere to be found as he continued, nor did his voice sound anything like what she had previously encountered. "Now that I've failed here, will you abandon me as well?"
You blinked once. Twice. Your hands were steady as you loosened the string on the pouch, picking out a peach flavored candy and holding it up.
"To what end?"
"You-.." Dottore's hand twitched. He'd discarded the gauntlet at least. "If you abandon me now, the others are of a disposition likely to forgive you. Blame me, say you knew nothing of my true ambitions." He sounded disappointed. And you would've pitied him if not for the following sneer. "I'm sure they'd be happy to collaborate with you."
You picked another candy, lemon, and threw it as hard as you could at him.
Dottore recoiled in surprise, head still covered by that infernal mask snapping up. His sharp teeth flashed in the dim light emitted from his body.
"Maybe I will."
Time stopped moving. Figuratively at least. You were relatively certain that neither you nor the world had been frozen at the behest of a spurned heretic. Stubborn as he were, even Dottore probably couldn't manage that without all three marrows.
You stepped forward, peach candy still in hand as you pocketed the pouch. Dottore made no move to prevent you from nudging the mask away from his face and let it clatter to the ground. His eyes were a little misty.
Despite his transformation, he still looked like a wounded critter when you cupped his cheek. That he leaned into it was a good sign. Before he could protest, you'd slipped the candy past his lips.
"You're a fool if you truly thought I'd do such a thing. Wouldn't you say our 'collaboration' has transcended terms as simple as mutual benefit?"
A faint hint of a smile crossed Dottore's lips as he sucked on the candy.
You lowered herself into his lap, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder. His skin felt almost a little tingly, like a current ran just beneath it.
"But I will leave if your body doesn't change back after this nonsense." Both of them chuckled, melting further into the embrace.
Varka letting you tie his hands behind his back with a scarf so you can be in control. Sits against the heaboard and looks real smug and teases you about how he could easily break free. Goes completely silent and wide-eyed the moment you try to sink down on his cock while leaning back to let him have a good view of where he's disappearing into you. Varka not even getting the chance to tear the flimsy fabric holding his hands before his cock is pulsing and his release is flooding into you.
F/o who knows youโre on the rebound from a messy breakup and doesnโt care what your reason is for winding up in their bed because theyโre going to make you see how much better they are for you. Theyโll make sure to fuck you so thoroughly and make you feel so good that youโll wonder what you were ever thinking to believe this could be a passing fling or that you could go back to your shitty ex. Of course, if your ex does finally text you one night while youโre sated and fucked-out, dozing in their bedโฆ itโs not exactly wrong of your f/o to take the liberty of texting back that you donโt want them and you found someone better, right? And blocking their number and deleting the texts is just for good measure. You have what you need right here, anyway.
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The thrill of making out at a party, feeling the way your breathing shudders when you hear footsteps outside the door you couldnโt be bothered to lock. Thereโs a sea of people on the other side of the wall, any of them could wander in any second now, even still you donโt pull away, you canโt. Not when youโre so lost in the feeling of their lips against yours. Youโre both needy, practically pawing at each other over the clothes you know you canโt take off yet, and neither of your hands can seem to decide where they want to settle; all you know is you want each other closer.
Itโs heady, desperate, and youโre so caught up in the sensation that you hardly register the sting of them nipping at your lip to deepen the kiss or the gasp you let out when they do. Maybe theyโd tease you for how loud youโre being because theyโre starting to think you want them to hear, want them to see how insatiable you are. Or maybe theyโre too enamored to care, this is the most fun theyโve had all night, why stop now?
It's absolutely crazy that intellectual labor can wipe you out. It seems like it shouldn't be a thing, like your stores of brain juice shouldn't be able to be depleted in that way.
I feel like a wizard that's out of spell slots, and to me that's a hackish mechanical limitation put in place to try to balance the classes.
#it's fucked and it's bad design
#i should be able to write and edit for 20 hours a day
#i'm just sitting there how are we even using energy
#feels made up (via @softest-punk, emphasis mine)
Your brain is an incredibly energy-intensive organ. It makes up approximately 2% of your total body mass, but at rest it's using 22% of your total energy intake. The only thing that uses the same percentage of energy is all of your skeletal muscle (which is about 40% of your total body mass), with the liver (about 2.6% of your total mass) close behind at 21% (Aragon et al, 2017).
And that's how much energy it's using at rest.
That's the baseline.
So if you're doing lots of intellectual labour, your brain - which already has disproportionately huge energy demand - is going to use even more energy to keep up with the work. That's why you feel so wiped/drained/like you're out of spell slots after high intellectual demand - because your brain is an organ, and you've just done a lot of high-energy work with a high-energy organ.
Pairing: Naoto Tachibana x Fem! Reader
CW: Selfship-coded. Smut (oral (fem! receiving), P in V)
WC: 0.5K
MDNI - 18+
Your trysts with Naoto have become frequent. Every night, he came over to your apartment. Initially, it began with small chatter about his day, segueing into yours. You noticed he was more interested in hearing you talk about the things that interested you; things that make you tick or make your eyebrows crinkle, hinting at irritations of your day. He's been slowly making his way into your heart, but only when you allowed him to.
He'd quickly fix any of your frustrations with soft kisses on your lips, eventually lowering them to the pulse of your neck. Whenever he lingered on the crevice between your neck and shoulder, he felt your fingernails dig into his shirt. Always gentle, he went further south, exploring all the points of your body that made you melt beneath him. There was never hesitation when he removed the layers of fabric that concealed what he truly wanted to taste.
The moment his tongue slipped into your cunt, you writhed as his kitten licks would become slurps; he was attentive, tasting every bit of your juices, but he wanted to make you beg for it too. His teeth would graze your clit, and then he'd pull away, observing how you would whine loudly for him.
"More, please..."
"Be nice to me..." Your sweet Naoto knew he had you in the palm of his hand.
"Please, Naoto...I need more." He'd gently kiss your thighs as you beseeched him to continue what he started. The sweet chuckle of his became darker as his mouth got closer to your apex, giving in to whatever his sweetheart yearned for. His mouth was back where it belonged, inserting one finger to play with your G-spot.
"Naoto, Naoto, Naoto..."
His eyes followed your body's movements. You played with your breasts as you were reaching the peak of your climax. He's not going to make you come like this; you deserve more. He pulls away, lowering his trousers, noticing the pre-cum stain on his underwear. You want to taste, but as your mouth desires to sample him, he uses his strength to get you on all fours.
There are no sweet praises as he slips it inside of you. He bottoms out in one stroke, feeling your walls grip his cock as he steadies his pace. He lowers himself to kiss your shoulders, making his length go much deeper. You push your back against his chest as you cry.
"Nghhhh, please don't stop."
The dark chuckle comes back.
"Patience...you're doing so well for me." Another kiss on your shoulder and then your back.
He goes faster, thrusting harder into you. His hands grip onto your hips, quietly demanding you to say his name again. When your hand attempts to find your clit, he grabs it as he buries your face into the cushioned surface.
"No...Only I can make you feel good. Do you understand?"
You quietly nod as his thrusts quicken, slipping his hand to play with your clit.
"AHHHH, NAOTO!"
There it was, the peak he was waiting to reach. He knew he could get you there, and now he could finally finish, letting him fill you to the brim. Even when he's finished, he lazily plays with your clit, kissing wherever his mouth can reach. He remains inside you, savouring tonight's conquest.
"Could you stay tonight?" You ask shyly as your bodies pull apart from each other.
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Ultimately I think nothing scares hanma more than the idea that you know he likes you.
He thinks he's so clever leaving little hints but never enough to gather conclusive evidence. You know he likes you but you like to let him think he's being clever and slick with it - by maybe making the occasional Instagram story directed at you but not really. The kind of thing that you could assume is about you but only if you knew something everyone else didn't.
Kisaki is fed up of his antics. Thinks it's annoying that he goes on and on about but never actually tells you his feelings. Conveniently finds ways to bring you up in conversation even if it has nothing to do with you and finds himself stalking your profiles for some activity. (And some evidence of his own. A tweet you've made maybe directed at him - trying to find the clues in your words that you maybe like him back)
And honestly there's a part of kisaki that doesn't want hanma to find out about your feelings for him, and his for you. He'd lose his best worker after all, and love is a liability. So yeah maybe, just maybe, he's been slipping hanma the occasional thread, gifting him the occasional tidbit of information that's been skewed beyond comprehension. Oh you've got a boyfriend, there's a date you're going on, you're interested in this other guy you mentioned.
So hanma spends obsessive amounts of him stalking your socials to determine the validity of these statements. He could ask you....
But then you'd know why he asked - clever girl like you, and if you don't feel the same then everything is ruined all together.
Besides, he supposes it wouldn't be too surprising if you did have your eye on some other guy. You're a gorgeous woman. Clever, talented and fun to be around, the kind of girl a man like him dreams of and you could have your pick of any guy. Didn't you mention something about a he in your recent tweet? This guy you kept thinking about? Maybe that's someone else. Hell, maybe he even knows them.
Even still, part of him enjoys leaving little hints for you..the occasional tweet about how he's thinking of a special someone on valentine's day, or how your birthday month is coming up (though you know you're not the only person born in that month but what are the odds?)
And truthfully you know they're about you. You wish he knew yours were about him too.
How long will it take him to figure out? You wonder.
