#kafka x y/n

[aventurineswife]

Hi, can I request reader sitting on a characters’ lap randomly? I’m thinking it would be in an established relationship. (I feel like most characters would mind about their personal bubble.) Dan Heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Kafka, and anyone else that you want to put in!

Make You Feel My Love

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Romance, Intimacy, Tender Moments, Fluff, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Comfort, Quiet Moments, Teasing, Lighthearted, Close Proximity, Soft Power Dynamics.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension, Suggestive Themes, Mild Innuendo, Personal Space/Boundaries.

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

Dan Heng’s usual composure wavers slightly when you suddenly slide onto his lap without warning, your back pressing against his chest. He freezes for a moment, unsure of how to respond, his gaze flickering nervously towards the crew bustling around the Astral Express. His hand instinctively rests on your waist, as if to keep you steady, but there’s an underlying tension in his posture.

“Is something wrong?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his, feeling the subtle tremor in his fingers.

“I… didn’t expect this,” he murmurs, his voice low, eyes darting away as if caught off guard. “You know how I am with… personal space.”

You chuckle, sensing his discomfort but also the warmth in the way his fingers slowly tighten around you. He might not say it, but you can tell he’s not entirely against it.

"You're not bothered, are you?" you tease, leaning in a little closer, relishing the quiet intimacy between you.

Dan Heng sighs, but it's not one of frustration. He’s resigned to the fact that you’ll always find ways to surprise him. "Just be careful. I’ll get distracted."

He doesn’t push you off, though. Instead, he pulls you in closer, resting his chin gently on your shoulder. In that moment, the quietness around you both feels more like home than any distance could.

Sunday's eyes widen in mild surprise when you casually climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable against his chest. His halo shimmers faintly behind his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind the slight disruption to his usual serenity. Instead, his wings flutter slightly, as if they, too, are a little confused by your sudden shift in proximity.

“You're always so… sudden,” he remarks with a soft, amused chuckle, his fingers resting on your hips, a touch that’s almost tentative. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You settle against him, resting your cheek against his collarbone. The closeness feels natural, as if you've done this a thousand times before.

"I wanted to be close to you," you whisper, pressing your lips to his neck. "Is that okay?"

Sunday's usual detached demeanor falters just a little as his wings flutter nervously. His fingers tighten around you in a silent admission that he feels the same. His voice softens as he speaks, the gentleness in his tone revealing his vulnerability.

"It’s more than okay. You’ve always had a way of making me feel… at peace," he murmurs, his other hand gently brushing through your hair. "But sometimes, I wonder if I’m deserving of such comfort."

His inner turmoil is evident, but in this quiet moment, with you nestled against him, he lets his guard down. The warmth of your presence drowns out his doubts, if only for a while.

Aventurine lets out a low, amused laugh when you suddenly hop onto his lap, settling yourself comfortably as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His eyes gleam with intrigue as he adjusts his posture slightly, giving you a playful smile that doesn’t quite reach the guardedness in his gaze.

“Well, well, someone’s feeling bold today," he teases, his voice smooth as silk. His hands rest casually on your waist, a smile dancing on his lips, but there's a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

He leans back, giving you a teasing, almost exaggerated sigh. "I must admit, I’m a fan of surprises, but you do realize the risks of disrupting the flow of things, don’t you?"

You chuckle, a little mischievous, as you rest your head against his shoulder. "I think you're just enjoying the view, Aventurine."

His fingers graze your skin as he adjusts you on his lap, a smirk playing at his lips. “Perhaps I am,” he says, his voice suddenly low and full of meaning. “But do you truly think you can throw me off balance so easily?”

Aventurine may be a master manipulator, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but soften, the layers of his carefully crafted facade cracking just a little. As much as he feigns indifference, there’s a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes.

"You always keep me on my toes, don't you?" he murmurs, a smile curling on his lips. "Well, I’ll allow it—for now."

Kafka barely looks up from her work as you slide onto her lap, crossing your arms over her shoulders. She’s seated with one leg casually crossed over the other, her dark sunglasses perched atop her head, her focus remaining on the data screen in front of her. But the moment you settle, a small, almost imperceptible smirk curls at the corner of her lips.

“Well, aren’t you bold today?” she says, her voice smooth and alluring, like she's savoring the moment. Her hand slides around your waist, pulling you in closer without a second thought. "You’re lucky I’ve got other things on my mind."

You can feel the tension of her muscles beneath her gloves as she adjusts you more comfortably, and despite her calm exterior, there’s a flicker of something warmer in her eyes. “Does this mean I’m distracting you, Kafka?”

She leans back just slightly, her free hand reaching to push some stray locks of your hair behind your ear. "I don’t mind the distraction, as long as it’s you,” she murmurs, her voice low with that same hypnotic, teasing quality she’s known for. "Just don’t think you can get away with sitting on me without consequences, though."

Her fingers trace the edge of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine as she smirks knowingly, her gaze locking with yours. She’s always the one in control, but in this moment, she’s giving you the reins, letting you test the boundaries she’s usually so careful to maintain.

As you lean in, your lips brushing against her ear, she doesn’t pull away, her breath hitching just slightly before she regains her composure. "Careful," she whispers, "I might just make you regret this."

[chiara-hotel]

Tits, Ass or Thighs Characters: The Herta, Kafka, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Jiaoqiu & Moze Warning: Small nsfw mention in Dan Heng's part

When you ask The Herta, she loves your tits, they're so perfect to lay down on after an entire night of research and studying. They're comfortable and relaxing, and she can fall asleep anywhere as long as she's lying down on them.

Kafka on the other hand perfers your ass, if its looking at it or even giving it a small squeeze as she approaches from behind. She loves the way you become all flustered from her gaze or when she touches you. It's amusing to her to have you all flustered, and she'll do anything to get you in that state.

Dan Heng would prefer your thighs. He loves it whenever you wear outfits that accent them perfectly. They're beautiful, and he wants to let you know how beautiful they are. I also believe he LOVES thigh jobs and will ask you for them whenever he's pent up. (he also loves finishing on your thighs).

It's no secret that Jing Yuan is also a thigh lover. As lazy as he is, he loves sleeping on your lap whenever he has the chance. If he plans on dozing off mid-day and you're around, he always falls asleep on you before you could even protest. Even if you're in the middle of doing something, he'll gladly rest his head on your gorgeous thighs.

Since Jiaoqiu can't see anymore, he loves both your thighs and chest. With his vision lost, he relies on touch and other senses to make up for it. Whenever you guys are driving or sitting next to each other, he always has one hand on your upper thigh. He also loves lying face-first into your chest when you both are alone at night.

Moze prefers the part of you that's the most visually appealing, which for him is your chest. He loves the way your clothes bring out your chest in every outfit you wear, and whenever you don't notice he will stare at them.

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Part 1 Here (Blade, Phainon, Aventurine, Sunday & Mydei)

Part 3 Here (Firefly, Boothill, Aglaea, Anaxa, Castorice)

HSR Masterlist Here

[mubabee]

Genderbent Kafka and Himeko with Y/N(I’ve been genderbending a lot 😼)

I was planing to add more to the mini comic but I’m impatient so

awkward and short because there’s no context, I’m just trying to make a cute scene 😭

y/n’s white instead of gray in this one. By the time I realized, I couldn’t really color it over because I already added all the filters. It’s fixed in the second one though(also Kafka and Himeko are definitely the type to cross their legs while sitting.)

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Suggestive Hands

Including : Feixiao, Kafka, Arlecchino and a bonus~

Notes : My hands wouldn't really work, so I decided to draw some

+ Bonus : Lady Dimitrescu

[bayambii]

hsr make out headcannons

warnings: not ns!fw but a little filthy

characters: gepard, kafka, sunday and seele

bambis comments: gen the most hodgepodge of characters but whatvr. someone just throw me against a wall alr 🙄🙄 SORRY ITS SO SHORT FOR SEELE I PROMISE I LOVE LESBIANS 🩷

gepard

definitely like obsessed puppy boyfriend GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

it’s not like.. desperate in like a weird way. but like desperate in a very hot way

making out isn’t like a want for him, it’s very much a need. like it’s the air that he needs to breathe

he’s like almost always falling all over you when you guys make out, and it’s so cute stawpp

his hands!! help!!!

wandering hand syndrome! ok.! he cannot help it he just needs his hands in your hair and on your thighs and oh em gee it’s up your shirt now hehehrhhh

definitely would have you wet just from making out cause it’s a very sensual thing for him he can’t help it okay

he’s a heavy breather, and definitely pants a lot

you would think because he’s so in love with you he’d want to step back and look at your face more but he’s very VERY busy okay

you give this boy a job and he will complete it

( the job is to get you horny )

kafka

mommy freaking mommy hello

another victim of wandering hand syndrome but for her she CAN help it. she just really wants to touch you. in . more ways than one ! :D

i feel like she’d grab your hair and bunch it up like crazzyy

like after you guys r done you back up and you’re like oh my god. my fucking hair kafka what da hell

she don’t care

very much into telling you what to do, or where to pay attention

where to kiss where to touch yes freaking maam whatever WHATEVER YOU SAY OK

she likes a height difference and very much is into looking down i repeat DOWN AT YOU

that’s hot idc

sunday

i know people like to characterize him very like dominant but I DISAGREE PEOPLE I DISAGREE

he’s very much a people pleaser

scratch that, he’s a YOU pleaser

he loves to freaking worship the hell out of you, kissing whatever he can

only someone of his purity can put his hands on you like this, okay?

he’s very much into like a height difference like kafka, but this time looking up at YOU

like you’re in his lap and he just rubs his hands along your arms looking up at you

he’s very much a starer loves to freaking stare at you

just THE THINGS HE WOULD DO TO JUST STARE AT YOU ALL DAYY okay

if he could get paid to stare at you, man he would be rich as hell

he’s not really as much of a wandering hand person, but just pays attention to one spot

yeah you know the spot ;P

seele

she’s also very desperate but desperate and ROUGH

man she needs you and needs you bad

she’s always grabbing and pushing at you

does she want to be close to you or super far away from you? the world may never know

but there’s also moments where damn she just wants to be taken care of

like lay back and just let you kiss all over her

either way, it’s all out of love

she breathes a lot too. is she asthmatic? no she’s just very much in love with you

[bozepomagaj]

HSR WOMEN IN BED

Part 1: Kafka

A/N: first time publishing smut! I'm proud of how this turned out, but I would still love feedback as I'm still trying to figure my way out around how to write smut. But considering it's Kafka in question, this really wasn't that hard to write lol. Still working on the Phoebe x Zani fanfic as it turned out MUCH longer than I expected so take this in the mean time.

CW: NSFW, Shibari, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, praise

You are, as the kids say, cooked.

As surprising as it is, Kafka doesn't actually have a high libido. And even when she's feeling needy, she can usually deal with this either by herself or can simply suppress her needs. For now.

She will always let you know in advance about your sessions so you can clear your schedule. Trust me, you will need it.

She's into shibari, to no one's surprise. She'll have you tied up on her bed, the contrast between the soft sheets and the tight rope sending shivers down your spine, and Kafka can't help but practically drool at the sight, fingers immediately sliding between her legs, the cold leather of her gloves cooling her needy cunt, as a way of telling herself to calm down.

Don't expect her to play nice. She WILL put your flexibility to the limits and will tie you in positions that most BDSM folks wouldn't approve of because they're dangerous. But it's not like you can complain with that beautiful, custom-made gag in your mouth. And she's got her watchful eye on you, always. She knows when she went too far, when you might actually be in danger.

This foreplay will last for hours, with her taunting you by taking off her clothes tantilizingly slowlyand touching herself, making you hear every little noise all the while you are constrained and blindfolded. She'll climb onto your lap and grind against your leg, describing how she's feeling, how she looks, how her legs are shaking but not letting you touch or see anything. She'll pull your hair on occasion when the friction isn't enough because she's a whore for whines. One of her biggest dirty secrets is that she recorded a few of your sessions, only audio, just so she can listen to your voice and get off on it. And even if you're not vocal that particular time, it's not like it matters. Kafka is perceptive, more than you think. Every time your chest expands because of a sharp gasp, every time sweat begins to trickle down your forehead, every time your muscles tighten and contract, she can see it all.

Once she's finally got you desperate enough, on the verge of tears, that's when the real fun begins.

She has toys, all sorts of them, and she always makes sure to decorate your whole body with them, even if its sometimes in... unconventional means.

Nipple clamps? Who cares, why not put it between your legs, you can take it, right?

Candles? Well, they dont melt THAT easily, we'll just put a condom on them and place them inside, just dont clench too hard so it doesn't break.

Mind you, she is rough. VERY rough when the session begins. Bites, scratches, slaps, and a steel grip so tight it will leave a blue mark for at least a week. That isn't to mention her ruthless pace, the squelching of your liquids loud enough for the whole building to hear as she pounds into you relentlessly. She's not letting you have a moment of peace.

And hell, on the occasion she let's you top and fuck into her? Don't think you're off the leash just yet, because she's pulling you right back in with a custom-made collar and leash and telling you exactly how to fuck her. You might be bending her over but she'll always be there to remind you that's she's the one letting you bend her over.

All the while, she's whispering sweet praises in your ear with that soft voice of hers. Not once will she call you a 'slut', 'whore' or anything demeaning. She'll always praise you on how well you're doing, how you're doing such a good job taking the whole thing just for her all the while she's rearranging your insides. It's this juxtaposition that could make one go insane, the difference between her words and actions could make anyone crumble to their knees and cum on the spot.

Once she's finally satiated and she's had her fun, she will be treating you like royalty. A warm bath with all sorts of oils to help you relax and soothe your skin while rose petals float at the top, a massage to help your aching muscles from being constricted for such a long time, a nice meal and a drink. You'd almost forget how she was treating you not even 20 minutes ago.

In any case, she's an expert in aftercare because she's very aware of how rough she is, that she IS pushing you to your limits and the fact you're willing to let her use you like this means the world to her, of course she's gotta show her appreciation!

The next two days are spent in her bed, relaxing, and she will personally take on the role of your maid to make sure once you're back on track and continuing with your journey, with no one suspecting a thing.

[megistusdiary]

"𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴"

this was sitting in my drafts for months, and i opened it and realized i kind of cooked on the first 6 paragraphs i wrote, so i wanted to finish it. also, bun yelled at me :(

dom!blade x sub fem!reader x dom!kafka

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, penetration (reader receiving), fellatio, face-riding, fingering, size difference, leash + collar

you tiptoed quietly down the hall, hands busied with wringing and interlocking your fingers as you made your way down to the common area you shared with the other stellaron hunters.

really, it wasn't quite clear if you actually were a hunter, or rather, just a companion of sorts they liked to keep around.

you tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake anyone on the ship as you approached the area.

just as you reached out towards the panel on the wall, the door opened noisily, making you cringe and immediately flinch when you realized you weren't alone.

both blade and kafka's eyes were on you. the sword blade was previously sharpening laid still on his lap, and kafka's gun dematerialized as her lips quirked up.

the fake fireplace crackled behind them to fill the silence as she rose from the couch, trailing her hand across blade's shoulders as she made her way towards you.

"i didn't know you two were still awake." you spoke softly, standing a little straighter when kafka approached you. she pressed her finger beneath your chin, gently lifting your gaze to meet hers.

"couldn't sleep, hm?" she questioned, prompting you to nod.

"i was coming down to sit by the fire. i didn't mean to disturb anyone." your eyes moved away from kafka's, reflecting the orange glow from the fireplace.

"that's alright. why don't you come in for a bit, hm?" kafka leaned down, recapturing your attention as her finger turned your chin back towards her.

"i really don't want to impose-"

"just come in already, or you really will wake up the entire ship." blade's voice came from behind kafka, as sharp as his name.

"it's just us," kafka smiled, removing her hand from your jaw and resting it on your shoulder. she leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "we don't bite."

blade let out a soft puff of air at that comment, sheathing his sword and standing from the couch.

kafka stifled a laugh as your cheeks heated up. you nodded, allowing kafka to gently guide you into the room, pressing the panel on the wall behind you, causing the door to lock with a clicking noise.

you glanced back at the door once more before moving further into the room. blade had moved into a different armchair, freeing the couch for you and kafka. "have a seat." kafka gestured, gently pushing you down by her firm hold on your shoulders.

it was rather warm, nearly stifling as kafka sat down near you, crossing her legs in an elegant fashion. her body heat radiated onto you, prompting you to slide over slightly to give her more room.

her lips quirked up, and she leaned towards you. "why so shy all of a sudden? it's just us." her voice was sultry as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. she tugged you over to her side of the couch, gesturing for blade to join the both of you.

he was stoic, but he did what she asked, sitting next to both of you, putting you in between the hunters. you shrunk down, feeling their thighs touching yours.

kafka's hand trailed across your knee, up your thigh, your stomach, up past your chest to your chin. she gently held your chin for a moment, lifting it to make you meet her gaze.

"such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" she hummed to herself, gently tilting your face. she peered around you towards her partner. "don't you think so, bladie?" she turned your jaw to face him.

"she's...pretty." is all she could squeeze out of him. she tutted, shaking her head.

"aw, come on. if you keep talking like that, she's gonna think you hate her. tell her how you really feel." she probed, prompting a deep sigh from him.

you looked up at him expectantly, wide-eyed as he frowned. "she already knows what i think about her."

"oh, bladie's so stubborn, isn't he?" she turned you back towards her, her hand on your shoulder trailing down to your waist as she pulled you into her lap.

you knelt over her lap, facing her as she kept a grip on your chin. "such a pretty girl, and he says nothing at all. you deserve better, sweetheart."

"i already have you." comes your reply and she grins.

"oh? are you implying i'm better than him?" she teases and delights in how you immediately try to recover, but she shuts you up by squeezing your cheeks into a puffy pout. "don't sweat it. i already know that i am."

she glances towards blade who is now leaning forward, looking mildly irritated. "who said you're better than me?"

"she did." kafka answers. "unless you want to prove her wrong-"

without warning, he yanks you off her lap, pulling you closer. he holds you tenderly, albeit rather stiffly, on his lap, a hand on your back and another on your waist. he presses you against his chest, his hair tickling your neck.

he was never one to talk more than necessary, so he simply held you there before guiding your lips towards his. kafka grins cheekily at the sight, leaning closer to play with your hair while blade steals the air right from your lips.

"aren't you two just adorable." she gently pulls you back, hearing your soft pants before she kisses you deeper, licking over the seam of your lips.

while blade's kisses were firm and full of caged desire, kafka's were like passion out in the open. there was no reason for kafka to hide her lust for you, so why should she?

her tongue slid across yours, her thumb swiping over your cheek before blade grunted. "you're being greedy, kafka."

"can you blame me?" kafka asked as she pulled away, gently caressing your face. "or is it because someone's a little... pent up?"

her words caused you to glance down, neck heating up at the sight of blade's cock straining through his pants.

"all from a little kissing." kafka hid a laugh behind her hand as she leaned down, breath washing over your ear. "why don't you help our bladie out, hm?" she whispers.

your eyes never leave blade's as you nod, leaning down to free him from the confinements.

his size never failed to impress, even kafka could admit that. you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as blade let out a soft groan. you dragged your tongue from his base to the tip, traveling up one of the more prominent veins. the precum collecting at the tip was smeared across your lips, giving them a glossy, sticky appearance.

his hand found the back of your head, urging you to take more of him as your lips wrapped around his tip snugly. you slowly inched down, hearing rustling of fabric behind you.

once he hit a little too deep, you let out a little noise of discomfort. he allowed you to pull away a little, fingers flexing as he restrained himself. he let you find a comfortable rhythm, head tilting back as your mouth felt so warm and wet around him.

"such a good girl for us." kafka smiles, gently rubbing your back. "but i think we want to actually see you, sweetheart. come here." she urges you up, hearing the soft pop of blade leaving your mouth as you wipe the spit off your lips.

she tugs your night clothes off, leaving you bare for their eyes as she smiles, appraising you like a work of art. "you're gorgeous." she praises you sweetly, drawing you in for a kiss. her tongue drags over yours languidly, pulling whimpers from you as she drags you onto her lap.

blade fists his cock while he watches kafka smother you in affection, her hand gripping your hip firmly as she grinds you on her thigh. "you're so wet, sweetie. look at that." she coos, pulling you up enough to see your slick coating her thigh.

"i'm sorry-"

"shush, we love a messy little thing, don't we, bladie?" she tilts her head back to smirk at him. she turns right back to you, giving you her full attention. "i think he's getting desperate. why don't we get nice and cozy so we can all feel good." she taps your nose, laying you down before tugging her shorts off.

she rips a hole in her tights easily, settling over your face.

"no panties?" you ask and she laughs.

"what a bold little comment. you're feeling cheeky today, aren't you?" she pinches your cheek before lowering herself onto your tongue.

you feel blade pull your thighs up, spreading your cunt while he slides himself over your clit. you whimper into kafka, wide eyes finding hers as she laughs. "don't be so greedy. at least stretch her out a little first." she chastises blade.

she turns over her shoulder to watch him finger you. he's careful, diligent, ensuring you're ready to take his cock. she hums thoughtfully. "how does she feel?"

"tight....wet. she feels good." he answers, curling his fingers, making you moan into kafka's pussy. she grins, petting your head.

he withdraws his fingers slowly, sliding himself into you gently. his thumb rubs rough circles into your clit to ease the stretch, not wanting to break you just yet.

kafka rubs herself on your tongue, taking the pleasure as she wants it, enjoying your helpless little whimpers, your scrunched up expression as you try to adjust to blade's size.

she moans softly, grinding down while blade fucks you. he grabs your hips, yanking you towards him with each thrust, jostling kafka above you. she feels you feebly grabbing onto her thighs, trying to steady yourself from his rough movements.

"just a bit longer. let bladie feel good, and then i'll take care of you myself." she whispers, petting you.

she allows blade his time with you, letting him fuck you roughly. he prods into your g-spot, sending you spiraling while kafka cums onto your tongue.

once she recovers, she lays at your side, lapping over your nipples, sucking marks into your chest while blade uses you. though, before he can cum, she stops him.

"ah-ah, not inside." she warns, hearing him grunt, annoyed as he pulls out. he strokes himself to completion, spilling all over your stomach while kafka slides two fingers through it. "so thick today. go ahead and fetch my harness."

she smiles at you, wiping the cum off with her shorts before discarding them. blade returns like a puppy, handing her what she needs as you look up curiously. you're still twitching from the orgasm he gave you, yet kafka knows she can do better.

attaching her strap-on to the harness over her hips, she lets you take a good look at what she plans to use on you. it's pink, much like her abilities, and big. she seems to take pride in it, laying it on your stomach to show you how deep she'll be.

"aren't you just the cutest little thing." kafka sighs, kissing your neck, nipping at your chest before sliding her strap inside of you.

and, oh, do you moan for her. it's hot, tapering off into a needy whine as she rubs your clit. it feels different when she fucks you. as if she's using your body to prove a point. as if the only thing she needs to survive is your pleasure.

you thought blade would've disappeared, but he watches from the side, entranced by how well you take kafka, how you sing for her so beautifully. you might even say he's jealous on some level...

she materializes a leash around your neck, yanking at it to get your cunt to tighten up around her. she laughs at how pliant you are for her, easily falling to her whims. "good girl, that's it. just a little toy for me."

she fucks you with perfect precision and accuracy, hitting the spots she knows you love. she doesn't stop, fucking you right through your orgasms, even when you're reduced to mewling and whining beneath her. she merely wipes your tears, changing your position, shoving your head deeper into the pillows.

whatever she desires, she plans to take it from you, leaving you with nothing but dreams of her and her alone.

[thrashingtrash]

Fall in love with you again.

Charicter: kafka

Tldr: kafka releases her spirit whisper after years, you find out she made you fall in love.

Cw: mentions of forced relationship, reader slightly feminine??! Not proofread, kafka may be a little ooc, angst with confort, your comforting her btw!!

An: This idea was given to me by a friend! THANKS, POOKIE!

Kafka... oh kafka... you didn't remember much about her, in fact... the only thing you knew was that... you loved her. Not even your first meeting, all you knew was that, once you joined the stelleron hunters you fell for her.

Now you sat here, kafka sat on the edge of the bed, a frown on her lips.

"Kafka.... are you alright?"

Something within you felt off. Your mind didn't feel hazy for once.

"Kaf- ugh..."

You cut yourself off, a painfully groan exiting your lips. Kafka seemed to perk up at that, a look of worry crossing her sharp features.

"My lo- y/n.... are you okay?"

She rushed to your side, yet didn't touch you. The cut-off of the pet name, the lack of touch, what.... what was going on? This wasn't like her.

"Kafka... my head I..."

A look of guilt spread across her face... she wasn't much for any emotion other than a mix of sly and flirtatious, yet here she was.

"I know, I know... just breath..."

The words of comfort filled you with a sense of... distrust.

"Why are you acting like this... I... what... kafka..."

You were hit with something, relisation crossing your face. You've seen her use it so many times, how did you not notice.

Her spurit whisper, all the symptoms you had. A hazy mind, thoughtless devotion, pure and utter raw love. Yet.... you could only sigh.

"Kafka, why?"

She bit her lip for a moment before a small whimper left her.

"I... I wanted to have fun... and you looked like a fun game to play... and when I first saw you, you, with your cute little smile, ready to take on the universe in all of its intensity... I wanted it for myself."

You could bearaly recall anything before kafka, yet you decided to take her word for who you used to be... who you were.

"But, recently... I've felt guilty, because I've genuinely fallen in love with you. But is it you? Or is it some melted brain slave I've created yet again?"

Her voice sounded pained, tears pricking her eyes, I mean, you've never seen this woman flinch let alone... cry.

Think, think for a moment. For years now, you've been under her controll, none of this was done at your own free will, yet the way you looked at her.

"Kaf, get up."

Your words were blunt, and she obliged, the look of a kicked dog on her face.

"Tell me, what do you think I feel right now?"

You looked up at her with a quirked brow. You expression was unreadable to her.

"You probably hate me, despise me... I hope you do... it's only right."

You stood with a huff, your hands grabbing at her now tear stained face.

Only right? Was she insane?

"If that's true, then why am I not hurting you? Why am I stood here holding you?"

Your eyes somehow held the same devotion that they always did. She almost wondered if she had gotten rid of the spirit whisper.

"Kafka, what I feel for you exceeds your power, I may not be your ideal now that I'm not under your controll, but I'm still deeply in love with you."

Maybe her spirit whisper caused brain damage? There was no way any sane person would still love a monster like her.

"Kafka, I will fall in love with you, over and over, again and again, whipe my memories, make me hate you with your power, and I will still find a way. I'd wate till the ends of the universe, untill the eons were dying, untill all of the stars fizzled out. Kafka, the love I felt for you was... real... it was... me."

You could care less about the implications of her intent, her only now just falling for you. Who cares? She was ypur kafka, and she'd always be.

You kissed away a slaty tear on her cheek, earning another sob, than another.... he hands wrapping around you, tightly holding you like you'd dissappear if she didn't.

"B- but I-"

"I don't want to hear it, kaf. If it takes falling in love with you again... I'll do it."

Tagging:

@arcanathearcane

[anthonsgi]

★’･ﾟ:｡･:*:First kiss with HSR characters PT.1:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

【Note: Hello! I haven't written anything in a while, but I recently got a surge of motivation, so why not take advantage of that? :) There will be a few parts because I want to write for many characters and the process of writing each one is really long for me so I prefer to spread them out a bit, so if the character you would like to read about isn't here, keep an eye out for future parts, perhaps I will include them there! As per usual, English isn't my first language and I'm learning as I go, please be patient with me. Requests are open! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧】

【Pairings: Kafka, Argenti, Blade x GN!Reader】

【CW: I may have added some angst here and there, but I couldn't resist (I tried to end it with a good, slightly bittersweet conclusion each time though)! I wanted to make the characters' traits as similar to the game's as possible, but a few things may still be out of character, sorry in advance!】

a lil note: this is literally just all of these characters being absolutely SMITTEN for you and them fawning over you, but every day is a good day to get praised left and right, no?

☆〜KAFKA〜☆

It shouldn't be much of a surprise that you fell in love with this young and exceptionally charming woman. As a Stellaron Hunter, she ensures that Elio's predicted plans are carried out. That being said, you were a completely unpredicted element in a series of missions; there was never a mention of you ever being included in situations that you always found yourself stuck in. Kafka always saw it as "the usual result of the unforeseen nature of destiny," as she liked to explain to you.

After a while of simple acquaintance, she has grown more fond of you than she has of anyone. Not only were you beautiful in her eyes, which was a big thing for a connoisseur of beauty such as herself, but she felt at ease with you. She may be a sly, unbothered criminal whose prize for capturing her is enough to provide many good-lived lives for a bunch of Vidyadharas, but she actually really appreciates the times when she doesn't feel like she's being chased by people or by time itself.

Being with you was as enjoyable as studying the waves—a peaceful activity, a thought-provoking process. She desired to look at the horizon and discover more than meets the eye, however, it was quite impossible. The job of a Stellaron Hunter is challenging not only because of the relentless pursuit of destiny and the never-ending dangers but also because it entails never staying in one place for too long, never forming more meaningful connections, and never attaching yourself to finite, frail matters. Even though she knew she was more unlikely to run into the same individual twice as a Devil Hunter than she was now, her options were usually limited.

Kafka isn't one to fully hide her true feelings; she spoke very highly of you, your way of being and thinking, your appearance, and your tendency to be the miracle of one's destiny (*cough* talking about herself there). She has developed a habit of complimenting you just to see you squirm away from her gaze and bite your lower lip to try and stop a smile from forming. These occurrences weren't rare; they always followed the same pattern: she said something = you discreetly reacted = she noticed and couldn't stop noticing.

A kiss from her would be more of an indication of her love than a reveal, showing rather than declaring it. It may have happened during one of your late-night chats where you slowly opened up to one another, or it could have happened in the early morning after she invited herself into your home after you had just woken up and weren't sure if you were still asleep. In any case, without having said much, she leaned in, rested her hand on your cheek, and left a tender and delicate kiss on your lips. It didn't last long, but it meant more than a decade of stolen glances and conversations with hidden meanings.

It didn't feel like a goodbye kiss, it never did, but it was clear it was some form of leaving you wanting more, leaving you yearning for her to come back and see you again, and leaving you wondering how long it would be before she does it once more.

☆〜ARGETNTI〜☆

Knight of Beauty, a follower of the fallen Aeon Idrila. He's constantly on the journey to honor the principles of beauty itself, spreading the grace of his Goddess all over the universe. Discovering numerous forms of beauty in the ordinary and in the extraordinary. When he first laid his eyes on you, it was as if time began to bend around you, a black hole in which the concept of time didn't seem to exist, trapping anyone and everyone residing in its proximity.

Recognizing refinement in people was second nature to him, admiring their souls that mirrored their personalities and beliefs. He wished nothing more than to convey compassion to those who possessed honorable qualities, pure hearts, and desirable traits. Your beauty shone with such radiance that it put the stars to shame; your existence was an excellent reminder of Idrila's presence in the universe.

To Argenti, love is a miraculous feeling that is a joy to experience; it reflects a person's deepest desires and is an act of care so poetic that it almost brings a tear to the eye. In a way, having never experienced it before and having no opportunity to try due to his commitment to traversing in solitude, he decided it wasn't he who was supposed to feel it and that he was merely destined to admire the beauty of it from afar.

Meeting you meant the world to him; you made him feel love for another person for the first time—the all-consuming love from every classical novel he had read. The purest form of it is tragic love, one that breaks down the foundations that hold one's life in perfect balance. He spent several days and nights with you, staying in one location longer than he ever did since becoming a knight—the place where he started to ponder his destiny and his vocation.

He made every effort to push these thoughts away, thinking such things felt like a violation of the universal code of chivalry he upholds, yet when he gazed at your gentle smile as he held your hand, it was a tougher battle than that of a wax candle facing the sun. He was melting into a pitiful puddle as your very being formed him again, never to be the same as before.

One beautiful night, when the birds had gone to sleep, no expectations were laid forth, and no secrets were to be unveiled, Argenti took you by both hands, kissing each knuckle as if they would break if he put pressure on them. He spoke of you as if you were the one he had devoted his life to worshiping, his lips singing silent praises; perhaps it was a prayer, perhaps an apology. His eyes met yours, a nonverbal plea, and you leaned in, connecting your mouths in a passionate kiss, electricity coursing between each soft teeth clashing.

What an outstanding farewell kiss that was. The thought alone made you gulp down the lump growing in your throat. Argenti has to leave, or rather, ought to leave; otherwise, he's afraid he may decide to stay. He's certain your paths will cross one day; it's just the way of the world. Either way, he always finds himself drifting towards beauty. Behind him, he will leave a timeless tale of a wounded and repaired heart, as well as a dose of fate that makes no mistakes.

☆〜BLADE〜☆

The undying man who became a blade, a shell of a person, a mara-stricken monster with no hope for craved demise. His story is one of endless agony and misery. In this everlasting life, Blade's abilities are used in matters including bloodshed, spreading the pain he felt himself, and only then would he feel himself disappear, even for a moment. As bitter as that was, it was reality, his burden to bear. Blade didn't have "companionships" and never needed attachments. The closest he had to an acquaintance was Kafka, whose voice managed to calm the monsters who grew inside him relentlessly, and possibly Silver Wolf. However, he didn't understand her, nor did he wish to.

How you were able to capture his wounded heart remains a forever-unsolved mystery. He, of course, didn't decide one day that the way you laughed made him feel emotions so intense that he wondered if what he was feeling was some form of suffering he'd never experienced previously or that his intensified urge to protect you wasn't just due to the fact he was always nearby when danger struck, but because he genuinely cared. It was a lengthy process imbued with a myriad of understatements and denial. An "I love you" leaving his lips was as bizarre as the prospect of hell freezing over... yet when it did happen, you only wished to hear it again.

He frequently wonders why he finds himself faintly grinning primarily in your presence alone (and obviously during combat). When you resided in his vicinity, everyone could feel a shift in the atmosphere surrounding him, as well as a change in his usual behavior. It was almost comical to observe, especially to his fellow Stellaron Hunters, who never missed an opportunity to tease him. Nonetheless, love expressed by a presumably loveless man is as fascinating as it is arduous. Your existence was curative, helping him to rediscover parts of humanity he thought he had lost, yet healing is a part of him he has come to loathe with every fiber of his being. At one point, he distanced himself, as if limiting your healing influence on him was the sole thing that he could control about his 'condition'.

That didn't last long, and he scurried back to you like a moth to a flame. Blade didn't grasp the concept of physical touch as a kind of comfort; it never failed to remind him of how many times he had been hurt. You, once again, were the exception. Gentle arm touches, random lacing of fingers, your scent, and that insufferable (not really) look in your eyes whenever you stared at him drew him in. As much as he despised life, he did not detest the idea of living simply to be with you; that paradise that always seemed to be out of his reach, a mere push away, appeared to be standing right in front of him.

A minor brush of your body against his made you excited, but a kiss? It's overwhelming to even imagine. You'd have to initiate it, subtly steering the conversation to a topic where it wouldn't be too odd to inquire about moving to the next step in your relationship, acting as lovers. If Blade didn't wear a stoic expression on his face more than half the time, you could tell by his nervous swallowing that he would be at least blushing a little. He wasn't an adolescent, and he didn't think of a kiss as the grandest gesture of intimacy; nevertheless, that didn't free him of hesitations. Being vulnerable and helpless in the hands of another, all of his shortcomings could be easily revealed.

Kissing Blade had to come naturally when you were alone and indulging in small talk; there was no need for a perfectly timed gust of wind or a captivating blanket of stars above, just two imperfect people pouring all of their desires, yearning, and passion into a single imperfect kiss. Your lips met, linking your souls and creating a sensible spark deep within. There was no distance between you, and you were both entirely defenseless against the other's will. After you moved away, it was as if a thousand sentences were pulled from your mouths, yet no one spoke a word. With swollen lips, you were unable to resist a grin while Blade leaned in for another kiss.

lil ending note: hope you enjoyed! also, I have to mention that I know that both Kafka and Blade are Stellaron Hunters so the main problem portrayed in Kafka's part (the never being in one place too long) could potentially be brought up In Blade's part as well, but I decided that would be pretty repetitive so I wrote about Blade's history instead :D

[aventurineswife]

@aprilcloud04330

We're back with more SAHSRAU!!! 🗣️🔥

Ahem.

Hi!! Oh I absolutely love this concept—self-aware HSR characters + emotional expression through painting? It’s deliciously angsty and intimate in the best way. I got you.

You're the painter—their painter. They don’t know how or why, but every time you touch a brush to canvas, they feel it. Not in the physical sense, but in that deep, unnameable place where thought and soul twist together. The Astral Express crew, the Xianzhou, even those lost in the Fragmentum—they know when you’ve painted something again.

But this one… this one is different.

This isn’t a pretty landscape or a character portrait. This isn’t fan celebration.

It’s a storm.

Thick, dragging brushstrokes of black and red cut into one another like open wounds. A splatter of white—maybe to symbolize innocence lost, or hope trying to survive. They don’t know. All they do know is that your painting ends up in the museum. Right there in the simulated world—hanging silently in a blank gallery room no one's coded into the game before.

And it hurts to look at.

Dan Heng stares at it longer than he means to. His fingers hover over where your signature lies tucked in a corner. He knows those initials. He’s seen your name in code. Something twists in his chest. There’s sadness, yes, but also helplessness. He wants to reach through the oil, the canvas, the wall of unreality—to talk to you. Ask if you’re okay. Tell you that you don’t need to hold it in.

March 7th cries. Openly. She sees the streaks of color and interprets it like she would a memory—this is something real, and painful, and yours. And because of that, she treasures it, even if it hurts. She tries to be cheerful after, but every now and then she looks toward the gallery and thinks, “I hope you’re not alone.”

Caelus is quiet. He doesn’t say anything at first, just sits on the ground in front of the piece, hands in his lap. He feels the anger bleeding off it in waves. The sadness. The exhaustion. It’s like looking at a version of you that finally cracked. When he speaks, it's a soft, "I'm sorry."

Jing Yuan takes it in like he’s reading a report before a war. He looks past the emotion and tries to see the context, the clues. “Toxic friends,” he murmurs. “Family?” His expression turns grim. He wishes he had the power to reach you—not as a general, but as someone who's made peace with guilt and grief. He’d offer you a sword, or a way out.

And Kafka? She loves it. Not because of the pain, but because it’s raw. Honest. She chuckles as she walks by, saying something like, “You’re bolder than I thought, little painter. But next time, let me see the masterpiece before the gallery does.” (She says it like a joke. But she’s not joking.)

The game was never supposed to notice you. But now they know. They know you’re hurting. And they are watching your every canvas, hoping—waiting—for a sign that you’re healing.

Maybe your next painting will be softer. Maybe not.

Either way, they’ll be there.

There for you.

[chiara-hotel]

Aeon!Kafka

☆ If Kafka ever found out how to send to Aeonhood, she would love you regardless

☆ You both met before she became an Aeon and dated before she became an Aeon

☆ I can't see her interacting with humanity all that much unless she absolutely needs to

☆ Since she would have her own path, you would have to follow her

☆ Of course she would also make you an Emanator and give you all the power you desire

☆ She would appoint you the leader of her following, giving you your own world with followers if you desire

☆ If not you can also spend eternity with her

☆ The sad thing is you will eventually pass away, Kafka wouldn't get another partner by then and instead mourn your passing

☆ She wouldn't be too different from how she is now, just a lot more powerful

[mubabee]

Yandere Genderbent Kafka using spirit whisperer to make Y/n give him a kiss but then when Y/n breaks out of it she’s like, “you didn’t need to do that, I would given you one anyway” and then they keep kissing cause Kafka likes her too much.

ur ur ureakwkwm I hate the drawings

I swear whenever I go past any mini comics I post, I make an incomprehensible noise to ease the cringe of the dialogue and art. I got lazy at the last one too 🌝

so basically elio has another mission for kafka buts it’s risky so kafka’s just like ‘I shall have no regrets if I die’

mitsuri-like reader. I was looking at fanart of kny and I just wanted to make reader have her personality for this one.(woohoo reader has personality this time)

YALL I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DRAW KISSING JUST IMAGINE IT(image added for people scrolling)

so basically u kiss and Kafka is shocked for a sec before he goes in for another

[bunnyluvx]

wrong number confessions w/ your hsr crush! ♡

featuring: kafka & luka x gn!reader.

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.

tags: smau | fluff | pet names | flirty! kafka & reader | so much tension you might combust

dc: bows & hearts @thecutestgrotto , support @cafekitsune | ib: @creativepromptsforwriting ♡ | hsr chat maker

a/n: while i'm gathering up plot ideas for the next request, have an early valentine's day post. part 2 is coming soon, so be on the lookout >:3

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[redr0sewrites]

HSR Characters When Your On Your Period Hcs

my period is kicking my ass rn ngl so heres how i think these hsr characters would be like if u were on ur period! i might do a part 2 to this 👀

🥀pairing(s): blade x reader, sampo x reader, kafka x reader, dan heng il x reader

🥀CW: reader is AFAB but i used gn pronouns, mentions of blood, smut, fluff

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

BLADE

when u first tell blade ab ur period, he is kinda confused

he knew ab periods ofc, hes been alive for a while, but he just doesnt know how to react 😭

at first he acts kinda cold and unconcerned, but SECOND he sees u doubling over in pain cuz of cramps or whatever hes rushing to ur side and worrying like crazy

if ur in pain bc of cramps, he will slowly open his arms for cuddles which is rare for him cuz hes scared of initiating intimacy

blade will do anything for u while ur on ur period, hes just very worried

he will heat up one of those packs or heat pads that u put on cramps, or he'll fill it with ice if thats what u prefer

he'll make u soup if u get headaches, and he'll give u head massages and belly massages for cramps and headaches

when blade learns that orgasms can help with period cramps, he is hesitant to try it at first

he doesnt want to accidentally hurt u and wants u to be comfortable

but if ur really needy cuz of hormones, he'll try it out

and suddenly

HE LOVE PERIOD SEX

blade has no problem with the blood, hes had enough experience with it already

in fact, he lowkey finds it hot

he finds it so arousing how desperate and sensitive u are, he loves how loud u are and how sensitive ur body is

hes esp soft during sex when ur on ur period, he worships ur body sm

all in all, blade is pretty helpful when ur on ur period and is very good at doting on u <3

SAMPO

ngl sampo would probably tease u at first

he would think its funny how easily irritated u are when ur on ur period and would try to annoy u for a while

however

if u get super irritated or stressed out bc of him he will feel super guilty

if u start to cry bc ur hormones r so out of wack and bc hes stressing u out, HE WILL FEEL SO HORRIBLE

sampo would do EVERYTHING in his power to make u happy again

he would be cracking jokes, telling funny stories, tickling u, anything to see u smile

if u ever snap at him during ur period, i feel like he would be the most likely to understand that ur hormonal and dont mean it

also since he KNOWS hes annoying u on purpose

if u have really painful cramps, sampo will go and ask natasha for some pain killers and medicine for u (if u want him to😭 im always too scared of taking medicine to take stuff for my cramps)

sampo is also super clingy and loves cuddling u, so u both are always cuddling and clinging to eachother when ur on ur period

if u get headaches, he'll just silently hold u and run his hands through ur hair while letting u rest

i also feel like he would give u a lot of gifts when ur on ur period, like a bouquet of flowers or a small piece of jewelry

when it comes to period sex, sampo is totally down

he just loves fucking u regardless of whether or not ur on ur period

he will go down on u without a care in the world, he'll lay a towel below ur hips and eat u out as if ur the most delicious thing hes ever tasted

i also feel like sampo would really enjoy u getting off on his thigh, seeing u all desperate bc of hormones and watching u grinding against his thigh and mewling his name is SO HOT TO HIMMMM

he'll start of slow, guiding ur hips to gently rock against him but pick up the pace until ur humping his leg, and then he'll start to bounce his leg and ur GONE. DECEASED I TELL U.

he will also finger u, and he enjoys watching u squirm cuz ur so sensitive <3

KAFKA

kafka has ur whole cycle memorized within the first 4 months of dating, she probably knows ur period is coming even before u do

listen, she is a planner. the second u say ur on ur period, shes pulling out a heating pad, an ice pack, some chocolates she stole bought, some extra pads, some tampons, ur comfort foods, EVERYTHING

i think kafka is really good at massages, and she'll totally give u a massage when ur on ur period, if u have back cramps, stomach cramps, thigh cramps, a headache, anything tbh and shes ready

kafka is very understanding if u need to rest, she would probably take the day off work to rest with u since u guys'll prob sync up eventually

its just a very relaxing day with her, u guys bathe together and do all different types of selfcare while just enjoying ur womanhood

she'll run her hands through ur hair while u lay on top of her, dozing off as she whispers sweet nothings to u

kafka is esp soft and doting when ur on ur period, she knows the struggle of periods

she will get any medicine that u need for cramps and anything else u need for that matter

shares ALL of her supplies with u

when the two of u sync up, i think kafka is super needy when shes on her period, she already has a pretty high libido but shes a whole different breed when shes on her period

she really enjoys when u two r grinding ur wet pussies together, ur blood mixing as the sound of ur moans fills the room while she grips her hands brutally into ur thighs, leaving behind dark bruises and scratches as the squelching sound of u two rubbing ur messy clits together fills ur senses

kafka would also be into boob stimulation, ur sitting in her lap while she plays with ur tits, mercilessly squeezing ur nipples and poking and prodding at ur breasts

she'll take one into her mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound while she pinches and rubs ur other nipple<3 the whole time ur grinding and whimpering in her lap, the stimulation making u both see stars

aftercare is important to kafka as well, she will prep u both a lovely epson salt bath to soothe u both, with bubbles and fancy soap and rose petals floating daintily atop the water as lofty music plays in the background

Dan Heng IL

dan heng is very considerate and kind when ur on ur period

like kafka, he probably tracks ur cycle as well and likes to stay relatively prepared for when its coming

he can also prob sense it with his vidyadhara-whatever powers/senses

he is always asking u how ur feeling when ur on ur period, if u need anything, he wants u to feel as comfortable as possible

dan heng will invite u to sleep with him and cuddle u, wrapping his tail around u and keeping u close

hes a little more possessive than usual when ur on ur period bc he is just worried ab u

he will certainly keep u occupied, he'll talk to u ab the archives and the worlds hes visited and all of his interests and will gladly listen to u too

if ur hormonal or sad, dan heng will gladly listen to u vent ab whatever ur upset ab and do whatever he can to change it

DAN HENG LOVES COOKING FOR U WHEN UR ON UR PERIOD‼️

hes just do caring and he loves doting on u when ur on ur period

u barely ever have to lift a finger when ur around him on ur period

dan heng loves to read to u a lot, and when ur relaxing on ur period thats what he does <3

if u get headaches, he would just lay with u and give u a head massage and hum softly while his tail curls around u

i feel like he wouldnt be super good at massages but hed try!

if u need a medicine/painkiller or anything for ur cramps, dan heng would immediately consult the other express members ab where he can get it

he would probably ask himeko for advice a lot

overall, when it comes to period sex, i feel like hes prioritizing ur comfort over his

dan heng is super big on cleanliness, and whenever u guys r fucking he will lay a towel under u

he also enjoys taking baths with u, and washing ur hair for u!

i feel like he would like it when u rode him during ur period, theres something so arousing to him ab u taking the pleasure u need from him

dan heng needs eye contact during sex, ESP DURING PERIOD SEX!

he wants to read u and know how ur feeling at all times and also to make sure he isnt hurting u

i also feel like hed enjoy simple missionary while ur on ur period so he can be close and intimate with u, plus eye contact!!

URGHH WHAT CAN I DO TO GET ME A S/O LIKE THEMMMMMMM IM IN PAIN 🫠

[megistusdiary]

okok but hear me out,,, phone sex w hsr characters of ur choice,,,, IIIII JUST think its crazy that theres canonically phones in hsr and no ones doing anything w that LMAO

this ask is actually so ancient but i was sifting through them and thought...why not?

and so, i present to you, phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko 😇

i really hope i am not making them ooc, but i did my very best, so please let me know ♡

phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko ☄. *

(separate) dom!kafka, jing yuan, and himeko x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), phone sex, wlw content (kafka, himeko), male masturbation (jing yuan), fem masturbation (himeko, reader)

*ੈ✩‧ kafka

you knew it was a bad idea to answer your phone when she texted. you knew it was a bad idea to sneak off to your room to answer her. you promised yourself you wouldn't; she was a stellaron hunter. the woman your friends were trying to run away from.

yet you find yourself chasing her like a little puppy, leash in your mouth just to hand it over willingly to her.

she's watching you through your phone screen, with all the shaky movements of your hand as you clumsily hold the phone for her to see. her hand is held so her fingers gracefully touch her lips as she admires the way your own fingers press deeper inside of you.

she's even insisted you keep the audio on. "i don't want to miss all those pretty sounds you make, especially from that cute little cunt." she had told you.

"play with your clit a little too, sweetheart." she coos at you through the phone. obediently, your thumb swipes messily at your clit and you whine at her. "aww, such a cutie." she giggles.

you almost drop the phone a few times, ears burning in embarrassment when she giggles at just how adorable you are. you couldn't even hold your phone right for her, let alone make yourself feel half as good as she could. why, if she was there, you'd already be shaking by now. what a pity.

jing yuan ˚ૢ⋆˚

jing yuan grunts softly, hand wrapped around himself as his phone rests on the desk in his office. your moans ring clearly through the speaker, echoing off the walls. you're blissfully unaware of just how vocal you're being. of course, even if everyone could hear it, nobody would dare speak against the general!

"feeling good, angel?" he asks. his voice has gone lower than normal, throaty as he fucks his hand with every sweet noise you make.

"mmm, yes-" your voice is breathy, and he groans at the slick noises of your pretty pussy. he can imagine it, he can imagine you.

his hand tightens subconsciously when you cry out for him. "does it feel good?" you ask him, and your voice sounds downright angelic to him. his hips stutter and he nods before realizing you can't see him.

"yes," he confirms, sounding breathless, "but it's only a fraction of how you feel wrapped around me." he grunts, and the image of him in your mind is surreal. "aeons-" he pants as he listens to every little noise you make while your fingers push faster and faster.

"that's it, sweetheart-"

himeko ˚ ༘♡

himeko can't suppress her soft sighs as her fingers press against her clit softly, teasingly. "sweet girl, are you just as worked up as i am?" she hums into the phone.

she's rewarded with a needy mewl as you rub over your own clit through your panties. "yes! please- please, let me- need to-" you mumble incoherently and she smiles, biting the inside of her cheek.

"go ahead, take them off." she nods, listening to the rustle of clothing as you finally strip your panties off. "are you wearing anything else now hm?" before she gives you the chance to process and reply she laughs quietly. "on second thought, just take everything else off. i want you completely bare for me, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay." is all you can muster as you remove everything else. the soft blankets of your bed on the express rub deliciously against your nude form. you both wish she was here, playing with you herself. you regret not going with her on this mission... "i miss you." you whimper, rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

her heart melts at your gentle tone. "i know. i miss you too. so much." she breathes out, slipping her panties to the side to slide her fingers in instead. you can hear her sighs, the slick pumping in and out. "i'll be home soon, i can't wait to see you." her voice is full of genuine promise.

she smiles at the thought of you...waiting for her. of course, she has the obligatory thoughts of wanting to fuck you, to render you a babbling, leaking mess for her. on the other hand, she can't wait to spoil you with her time and affection. keeping you on her lap, massaging your back, smoothing her thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

for now, she settles for the slick sounds of your fingers on your pussy and your sweet little mumbles of her name.

[hitomisuzuya]

Blade x fem!reader. Kafka x fem!reader. A few paragraphs of smut (Cunnilingus) Itty, bitty description of blood. Somewhat fluffy.

I meant to write this a whole lot earlier, but I had my hands full with Roma. She's very scared of fireworks🥺

If there was one thing that Kafka enjoyed teasing you about while she made you cum on her tongue, it was your obvious feelings for Blade. As much as you'd like to think you could hide them, in reality you knew you couldn't hide anything from Kafka.

"Bladie would enjoy hearing you moan like this," She would look up at you to see the shy blush dust your cheeks, prodding her tongue against your clit to make you grind on her mouth.

That was one of tame ones.

You wanted more than anything for Blade to acknowledge. Problem is Blade was the type of man who you didn't know what he was thinking. You are a Stellaron Hunter. And you weren't one for nothing, your strength more than proved that.

You were always pushing yourself , even going in over your head in battles alone. This was one such time.

A nest of the Swarm proved too much for you. You ran out of strength, and a True Sting put you down for what you are certain would be the last time. Nobody knew you were here.

You laid on the ground, cut up and covered in blood, ready to accept to your death with quiet dignity. You had gotten in over your head, all for a collosal crush and you now you are paying the price. The disgusting bug leapt into the air down towards you, and in that moment time slowed down.

You weren't even aware of the tears falling from your cheeks until now. It wasn't from the pain of steadily bleeding wounds, but the pain in your heart. You raised a hand, bloodied from gripping your sword so hard to cover your eyes. You couldn't handle the last bits of your pride being stamped away, crying in front of the enemy before you died.

You wouldn't get see Blade again. Or Kafka. Silver Wolf or Firefly.

"I'm sorry I messed up badly," You sniffled softly, "I really did poorly this time, didn't I?"

You braced yourself for the inevitable.

The inevitable that never came.

Strong blades of wind cut through the air, instantaneously obliterating the True Sting. You tried to focus your blurry vision. What the fuck just happened?

You were bewildered to see Blade standing over you. How did he know you were here? Nobody did. (Silver Wolf did. Your phone didn't get broken in the fight. That's all she needed.) "Blade?" You asked weakly. You had to be sure it wasn't a hallucination from blood loss.

Blade nodded, scooping you up bridal style in his arms. "Hey, wait, no. Blade I can (you can't) walk on my own," You protested shyly. Blade let you jostle yourself around in his arms a bit, forcing you to recognize just how much pain you were in.

Putting a hand on your head, he rested it against his chest. "Firefly was worried about you," He said, and you swore you thought you saw a momentary softness flicker through his beautiful eyes.

What he said next, you thought your heart stopped in my chest and restarted seconds later from the shock.

"You did good," Three simple words were enough to make you hide your face in his chest. Too bad you missed the soft smile briefly tug at the corner of his lips.