#kafka x y/n smut

[kiyosw]

TAKE YOU AS YOU ARE AND NEVER GIVE YOU BACK.

WARNING: NSFW, MODERN AU, CEO KAFKA, READER IS KAFKAS PERSONAL GUARD, POSSESIVENESS IF YOU SQUINT, GN READER, READER HAS A MALE GENITALIA.

LYRIC TITLE: DRUGS N HELLA MELODIES // DON TOLIVER, KALI UCHIS.

Rewriting this au since the i accidentally posted the unfinished ver, panicked then deleted it but anyway..,

CEO KAFKA that declined and refused any applications for the job, not until you applied. One look from you and she knows she wants– needs to hire you.

CEO KAFKA that's been looking for a personal guard that can make out and provide her lustful needs anytime can guard her from any unwanted guests.

Your first reaction after she immediately accepted your job application was of course, shocked. You heard from her employees, even her secretary that every requests people have made here has been declined, so your hopes to get accepted was low.

"Hm.. I suppose you're fit for the role i've been finding. Guess you are the lucky one, huh? Now, be good and obey me at all times. You don't want any punishments now, would you?"

CEO KAFKA that can't get enough of your kisses and touch. You've also grown quite fond of her touches. Every teasing touch she does just makes you want her more.

She would make out with you anytime. At her office, her car, anywhere private from the public eye. The way your tongue desperately chases hers everytime got her knees weak all the time.

She's the type to grind at your clothed cock while making out. She would mischievously how you moaned through her mouth because of the sudden action.

The type to kiss every bite she makes, a mark that would surely remind everyone that you're hers.

Would leave bite marks over the crook of your neck. She'll softly chuckle at how you got flustered because of the visible marks that you have to cover later on.

She's the type to tease you all the time. If she has a business meeting where she talks with another ceo company, she has her dominant hand rubbing over your crotch noticing the bulge, avoiding any glance thrown at you from her, and refraining to make any noise.

"Mm.. you're really that pent up over there, are we? Don't worry, you'll have me once we get back. Just be a good pet for me, alright?"

There was a time where you, her personal toy guard got so pent up to the point that you pinned her in a secluded corner, then fucked her. (she lectured you after the incident she secretly loved it by how rough and how you're panting above her while pounding into her pussy.)

She would ride you shamelessly inside the doors of her office, even if the walls behind you two are glass panels. She would whisper dirty things into your ear while she continously grind her soaking pussy onto your cock, while you desperately pant underneath her, holding her waist tightly.

"Hah.. mmh, I bet you've been waiting for me to ride your cock all day, yeah? So hard for me nng, l‐look at you just helplessly panting.. ah– such a good pet for her master.."

[tacticalprincess]

making out with könig is so needy and sloppy and erotic, on both ends. large hands exploring every inch of your soft body while he licks into your warm mouth like a starved man. he’s not the type to be ashamed about being vocal either, making you swallow his moans and whines while your lungs scream for air, hovering off the floor from his subconsciously firm grip on you. if hes especially worked up, it’s clumsy and uncoordinated, more knocking teeth and tongue than anything else, borderline painful the way he’s trying to devour you whole. pinning you to the wall and humping against you because it’s never enough — he kinda needs to crush you. can’t hold enough of you in his hands. he’s always painfully hard and covered in both of your spit, eyes glossy and unfocused, when you pull away. he kisses like he eats pussy and i need him.

[redr0sewrites]

How would the hsr characters react to an afab!reader obsessed with their hands...

🥀Cw : nsfw, heavy smut, fingering, hand kink, reader is afab

🥀 Pairing(s) : Blade x reader, Kafka x reader, Luocha x reader, Sampo x reader

Blade:

blade's hands are rough, and he has plenty of scars littered across the pale skin

i also think that they're always super cold, and its extra stimulating when his hands are freezing against your warm skin

his hands are deliciously big and veniny as well, and his fingers are long and slender. he knows what to do with them, and his long fingers always reach so deep inside you and curl so well...

while his hands are pale, his knuckles and joints have a slight blush to them and are pinker than the rest of his hand

blade has some callouses on his palms from always handling his sword, along with thin white scars across his knuckles and larger, longer scars on his wrists and lower arms

hes the type to go slow when fingering you as his hands are so large and rough; he would never want to hurt you but his thick fingers feel so damn good inside of your sloppy cunt-

you flinched subconsciously as Blade's hand gently stroked the fluttering lips of your pussy, the freezing temperature of his fingers making you tremble as he teased you. two fingers spread your folds and he stares, mesmerized by the wetness of your dripping cunt. he gently rubs over your slit, so, so close to your fluttering hole. you clench around nothing, bucking upwards as his free hand gently holds your thighs. "be patient", he whispers huskily, "you'll get what you deserve".

Kafka:

kafka's hands are slim and fair with long, nimble fingers and sharp pointed nails. she is big on self care and keeps her hands very well-maintained, she never has any dry skin or cuts and always wears gloves on missions

her naaillllsssssssss

theyre so sharp, and they're always painted a seductive red or pink

she keeps her cuticles well maintained and always trims her nails if they get in the way of her work, but they're definitely long enough to trace and claw your sensitive skin...

kafka often trails her hands down your abdomen towards your core before even touching you, she always giggles when goosebumps rise in the wake of her nails as she scratches thin lines into your trembling stomach

"so sensitive..." Kafka purrs, circling her thumb over your clit in tight circles and watching as you squirm beneath her. "i haven't even gone inside yet and you're already whimpering.. what a slut", Kafka crooned, pressing onto your pearl as she scratched thin lines down your thigh with her free hand. you let out a needy whine, she had been toying with you for what felt like hours, and she had barely touched you. "p-please-" you were silenced by Kafka's fingers in your mouth. her free hand still circled over your twitching, puffy clit, watching as your hips involuntarily humbed against her hand. "hmm, how greedy. you will take what i give you, won't you, bunny?"

Luocha:

luocha takes very good care of his hands, he always has lotion and cream on him and cleans beneath his nails at the end of each day

speaking of his nails, luocha always files his nails and keeps them smooth and short. he does this for both of your sakes', partially for cleanliness and also for your comfort when hes fingering you

he is another one with slender hands, and he has very boney fingers with exaggerated knuckles

i feel like his hands are slightly shaky but still very strong

luocha always fingers you with intensity and the intention of giving you pleasure, and his hands are very skilled

i also think he has a few beauty marks on his hands and wrists that are lovely to admire

"relax," Luocha whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he curled his fingers inside of you. a needy mewl escaped your lips as you grinded against his skilled fingers, your puffy clit sloppily riding the heel of his hand as your legs trembled. Luocha's other hand came to rest on your inner thigh, gently reopening your legs as your cunt squeezed his fingers. he slipped in a third finger and you sobbed, pretty tears streaming down your cheeks. "Lu- m'close-" you whined, and a grin spread on his face. "go on then, darling, let go f'me".

Sampo:

Sampo's hands are especially nimble and swift, he is a thief after all, and his hands resemble pianists hands

they're very veiny, but each finger is thick and flexible

hes got large palms as well, hes DEF the type to compare hands with you

Sampo has nice nails too, they're a boxy shape and he keeps them short but not super short

like they're trimmed but they have the tiniest bit of length to them just for the sake of fashion

sampo has insanely steady hands, its a good trait to have as a thief and their steadiness applies to sex as well

hes also a major tease, he KNOWS how much you like his hands and will sometimes purposefully tease you by taking his gloves off with his teeth or "innocently" stroking your inner thigh...

"ya really do like this, huh?" Sampo smirked, toying with your cunt and gently running his fingers through your folds to gather your slick on his fingers. "suck," he commanded, bringing the pads of his fingers up to your tongue, watching as your own arousal dripped into your mouth. your lips pursed around his boney fingers and he suddenly pushed them in deeper, making you gag and whine. Sampo snickered, pulling his spit-soaked hand away form your mouth. "y're gonna have to work for it, poor sampo here is so tired, i don't think i can fuck my pretty doll's cunt all alone..." he sneered, bringing his hand down and shoving three fingers into your needy pussy. "now, get off on my fingers on your own, or you're not coming at all tonight".

HEY YALL! finally another hsr post lmao- i promise im working on reqs but i NEEDED to get this out of my brain. hope u enjoyed!!

[kiwisofsharks]

warnings: unedited and not proofread, feral sex , pda, mating press, breeding, man handling, overstimulation, assurance

Insatiable husband who has to be touching you in some way, always have to be fucking you, always have to be cumming inside your cunt ever since you brought up the idea that maybe you want a little one of your own.

Whenever you're in public, he'll have a hand at your hips or shoulder, squeezing just enough to convey that he's holding himself back from bending you over in public.

Your husband who can't help but strip you and bend you over at the doorway as soon as you get home. Him face is immediately buried in your cunt to prep you. He had to prep you, or else you won't be able to take his cock, or maybe you can but he doesn't want to hurt you just by putting it in; he wants you to hurt from too much pleasure.

Your husband who fucks you so good even while holding back cus if he doesn't then you'll be going at it for the whole day.

Your husband who lets go of control as soon as you begged him to breed you. He's immediately collecting you in his arms to go to the bedroom. Tossing and folding you into a mating press.

Your husband who continues fucking you even if you just came, and will continue fucking you until he's satisfied and is sure that it'll take.

Your husband who is so sweet and caring with you. Cleaning you up and preparing dinner for the both of you while you slumber.

Your husband who's scared that he'll vent his trauma into his parenting and end up harming your child. A husband who just wants to do good for his family, and he will, just please reassure him.

[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.

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: There was always something about seeing Kafka transformed, something that piqued your interest. Maybe it was the glow in his eyes or the sharpness of his claws, all you knew is you wanted to take his Kaiju form for a ride.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Hibino Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔���𝖓𝖙: 1.3k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Kafka. ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Monster Fucking, Marking, Blood, Cunnilingus, Size Difference, Man Handling, Penetrative Sex, Dacryphilia, Tummy Bulge, Cumflation.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I am so sorry this one is so late!! I had some stuff come up in my personal life and it threw me all off whack. I will work to be back on schedule. Thanks for bearing with me. This was so much fun for me to do, its definitely much different than anything I've written before and I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Also, oops its late. The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

“Are you sure about this?” Kafka’s voice shook with uncertainty, the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you, but even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened at the prospect of what you were suggesting. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of it before, imagined the look on your face as he took you in *that* form. He had a bit more control after joining the first division. He knew he could switch back in an instant if need be but after losing control once he was too scared to risk it. As if reading his spiraling thoughts he feels your hands cup his cheeks. “Kafka, baby, it’s still you. And I love *all* of you, no matter what form that is.”

Your sweet words spoken against his lips were enough to dispel any concerns he had. His lips met yours in a desperate kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as heat consumed your very beings. Kafka wasted no time after pulling away, your eyes locked on him as he transformed. He was careful, quite aware of his strength in this form as he hovered over you. His eyes darkening as he watched the way the smallest of touches had you bouncing off the mattress from the force he admitted. He caged you in, the difference in size clear as day. You felt so small as he hovered above you, heart hammering against your ribcage in anticipation.

The next moments go by in a blur. Your clothes ripped from your body by sharp claws, leaving them in shreds on the floor next to the bed. A thick thigh between your legs, one that you ground your hips down on, desperate for friction as his long tongue caressed your neck. Kafka made his way down your body, wet appendage wrapping around one of your pebbled nipples, careful of his teeth as he nipped on your sensitive area. One hand groping the other, sharp nails pinching your skin. However, it seemed he was just as desperate as you were as large hands gripped your waist, hoisting you with ease up the mattress until his face was positioned between your legs.  

Your eyes cross, rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure you were receiving from Kafka, large hands gripping your hips as his long tongue moves deep within the walls of your cunt, the sheer length of the appendage allowing the base of his tongue to rub against your clit with every pass. The sensation of feeling so full on his tongue alone sends a shiver down your spine. You spare a look down cheeks burning at the intense gaze from those glowing blue eyes, locked on you as he buries is tongue over and over inside your cunt. The protruding boning at the top of his head resembling horns allowed you enough to grip, using them as leverage to fuck yourself back on his tongue. “Fuck Kafka, so deep, need more.”

Your response comes in the form of a growl against your cunt his tongue picking up speed, noticing the way your hips stuttered against his face as your orgasm approached. He had never managed to bring you to the brink this quickly before, if he was honest that and the sounds falling from your lips alone were a huge boost to his ego. His hands dug into your hips forcing your cunt further on his tongue, the claws digging into your skin. A mixture of pleasure and pain from the blood pooling from the wounds enough to throw you over the edge. Back arching off the bed as you cum against his face with a cry, hips rocking against his face as you rode out your orgasm. Chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come down from your high. Preparing to pull away, Kafka prepares to move, only to have your hands grip his horns. “Kafka, please, need you inside me.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the tone in your voice coupled with the desperation clearly painted on your expression left no room for argument. Sitting back on the balls of his feet, his eyes practically roll to the back of his head with need when you part your thighs once more, your fingers parting your folds to present your cunt to him. No words needed to be exchanged for him to know exactly what you wanted. With one hand poised on the base of his cock, he angled it at your entrance. Running the head of his cock along your fold, collecting his own saliva and your wetness for lubrication before beginning to slip inside. Barely even a few inches in he watches as your back arches off the bed.

Full, you felt so full, knowing that he wasn’t even remotely in the sheer size of him made you feel stuffed. Tears glazed over your vision as he continued to enter your depths. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. It was taking all the self-control Kafka had not to slam his hips forward and impale you on his cock, you were always tight, but this was an entirely new experience. After a few more moments of this, he let out a heavy sigh as he finally bottomed out inside, waiting for you to give an indication you were ready for him to move. “Fuck, Kafka..”

You whined, rolling your hips against his own as he split you open on his cock. He took this as the initiative to move. Pulling nearly all the way out before bottoming out once more. His hips set a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt ricocheting off the walls like a symphony. His heart raced in his chest as he watched your every reaction to fucking you. Towering over your form as he fucked your tight little cunt, growling with the exertion of holding himself back so he didn’t hurt you. “More Kafka, please fuck me harder I can take it wanna feel you.” You sounded absolutely wrecked but it did the job, Kafka picked up speed his hips slamming into yours with reckless abandon.

Claws bit into your skin as he gripped your waist, his increased strength being used to his advantage as he manhandles you. The way he had a hold on you, forcing you deeper on his cock in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the familiar tightness building up in his stomach as he fucked you. You desperately gripped onto his shoulders, the way he was hitting the deepest parts of you while using your body as if it were a toy, not having to move a muscle as he manhandled you. He bounced you on his cock, hips stuttering as he got closer, and he wasn’t alone, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as white blurred the edges of your vision.

 “Please, Kafka, feel you in my tummy. Gonna… Need you to fill me up, Kafka please!” You were already so drunk on pleasure, words coming out in a babble not even you were sure you understood as you released, body trembling violently as you came with a cry. Your juices sprayed him as you squirted on his cock. He was only moments behind, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder as he came. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he rode out his high, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. Filling you so much the cum seeped out around his cock as it had nowhere else to go, your tummy bulging with not only his cock but the copious amounts of  cum that you were sure would be dripping from your cunt for days. Kafka’s tongue soothed the bite mark on your neck, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he cleaned your wound. He wanted to panic, pull away and apologize for losing control, but the way your ankles locked together to keep him in place he was sure you didn’t have a problem with it and that this night was long from over.

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

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[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 26: face riding with kafka from hsr

warnings: face riding, slight overstimulation, clit pinching, hair tugging, reader is completely nb but kafka refers to reader as handsome, androgynous reader supremacy

notes: would u guys dislike me if i say i dont like kafka as a character????

“can you ever say no to me, handsome?”

no. no you really couldn’t say no to her. not with that beautiful face, amazing confidence, gorgeous body and the way she teasingly calls you by that nickname. you had a love-hate relationship with the woman and the nickname she gave you and it showed. badly.

it wasn't like you could be controlled by her spirit whisper. no, you had an odd immunity to it, to everyone's surprise, to kafka's amusement at this new revelation and to your own sudden growing horror at the wide grin on the woman's lipstick covered lips. she found it odd and intriguing. not even blade, in his mara stricken state, couldn't help but follow kafka's orders like an obedient puppy the moment she uses her powers. and yet you could. not even an aeon, not even mara stricken, not even some sort of a special being. no you were a human just like her and the half of the stellaron hunters and yet somehow, by some ways, you had the strength to resist her whispers.

perhaps that was why she found you so intriguing. just a simple human, not even a stellaron hunter but rather a part of the astral express crew and yet you resisted her whispers. downright defied it, even. oh, the nerve it hit. oh, the amusement it brought to her otherwise dull and bleak life. oh, the moans and whimpers it tears out of her mouth every time she sneaks aboard the express, sneakily making her way to your room for some late night rendezvous.

it was wrong and you defied it at first. didn't even bother to pay attention to the woman as she makes another flirtatious comment to your way. batting her lashes, offering a smile, sneaking in a few touches here and there. you were so cute in the ways you shied away form her touch. just her in general. but to her surprise and delight, you were completely different when in private.

dragging her off to some random dark alleyway, pushing her inside a dark, storage room, a hand keeping her obediently in place against the wall, eye to eye as your one hand forces her to keep the eye contact as your other hand skillfully fingers her. she could barely hold back her noises the first time, completely taken aback by this sudden show of dominance that cane from someone so… shy like you.

where was the sweet handsome who shied away from her touches? who adamantly refused to even look into her eyes? who turned bright red, turning your back to her whenever she sent you a wink or blew a kiss to your way?

not that kafka was complaining. she loved letting someone as handsome as you take the reigns from her. if anything, she was almost possessive with it. with how she keeps reminding you to stay away from others. to have eyes only for her and no one else. she even went as far as to threaten your most frequent visited hook-up, ensuring that she will be the one that you call first and foremost.

how could you ever be mad at her? she was just trying to keep you safe. at least that’s the pathetic excuse that she comes up with whenever you confront her about it. to which, you always make sure to fuck her good until she could no longer remember the reason she did what she did to begin with.

walking into your room at the express without knocking, the stellaron hunter sneakily makes her way next to you. you were sleeping. completely out of it, it seems as you drool and snore loudly, lying on your back with the blanket thrown on the ground.

“such a messy sleeper you are, handsome” kafka purrs out softly, taking off her gloves to run a hand through your hair. it was messy, slightly damp. you probably took a shower before you passed out like a dead person. the thought made her chuckle.

sitting down beside your sleeping form on the bed, she makes a quick work to take off her boots. no time to waste. as much as she wanted to admire your cute sleeping face, she had no patience to do that right now. after all, she came here for a reason.

one by one, her clothes are lessened, taken off and discarded on the floor which showed just how pent up she was. kafka always loved her jackets and made sure to take good care of them but not this time. she had other things to take care of. kissing your face and chin, making you groan in your sleep, she knew exactly what she was doing. bare body flush on top of you, messing with your hair, face, hands — everywhere she could touch. you were always a light sleeper and it didn’t take long until you were awake. groggily blinking your eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening.

it didn’t take long until you realized it of course. the woman lying on top of you with her body flush against yours with her usual impish grin was enough to make you groan.

“kafkaaaa… let me sleep, dammit” you groan out, dragging out her name in annoyance as your arms comes up wrap around her back. funny how you say that yet wrap your arms around her like you missed her as much as did you. with a knowing giggle tumbling out of that cherry red lipstick covered lips, the magenta eyed woman wiggles her hips on top of yours teasingly.

“tired, handsome? what a way to welcome me back” she coos out, a hand running through your hair yet again. just hearing your sleepy, hoarse voice made her rub her legs together in anticipation. aeons, you sounded hotter like this.

“just shut the fuck up and sit on my face. i’m exhausted and in no mood to deal with you” you mutter, a yawn cutting your sentence. at least you were offering her a way to get off despite your current state. kafka couldn’t be more grateful for your big heart.

taking your offer with delight, she slowly climbs off of you before getting on top of you again. strong thighs on the side of your head, her dripping pussy right in front of you before she slowly lowers herself down on your mouth. immediately, she lets out a soft moan, a hand going down to tug on your hair as she feels how easily you pushed your tongue inside her eager insides.

as much as you hated the woman, or claimed to hate her, you absolutely adored the way she tasted and the noises she made. whether it be the soft moans and the bit back muffled surprised squeals or the sound of her glistening pussy dripping with arousal each time you fucked her to her desires. whether it be with your fingers flicking her clit, tongue showed deep inside her plush walls or when you decide to push her face down as you fuck her from behind. kafka loved it either way.

but there was something oddly intimate about sitting on your face. allowing you to devour her like she’s your last meal. tongue retreating for a moment to suck on her clit, teeth grazing against the hardened nub that makes her legs shake and let out a loud moan before thrusting back inside her. slick spreading on your mouth and chin, nose brushing against her sensitive clit as your tongue simply continues to eat her out like a starved person. hands coming up to hold her down, slowly grinding her back and forth on your tongue. you absolutely adored each moans that comes out of her. or the harsh tugs to your hair as she reaches her high, spilling her delicious cum into your mouth as your hand pinches her clit. a way to lengthen her climax as she lets out curses.

well, at least you were both satisfied for now. it would only continue once you wake up after having a much needed rest. and judging by how the magenta eyed woman laid in your arms, thighs occasionally twitching from the sheer force of her climax, you knew she had the same idea as you.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!

C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!

WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.

You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.

He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.

"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."

"You don't say," he says.

"I do say."

He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?

"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"

"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"

You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.

"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"

He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."

"But what?" You ask.

"But nothing. It's not important."

He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.

You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.

He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"

You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."

You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.

For now, anyway.

You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.

He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."

You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."

You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."

The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it. 

You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."

His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.

His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.

You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.

Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.

You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.

You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.

Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.

You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.

"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."

"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."

An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.

You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.

You look up at him, face flushed.

He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.

You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.

He never ceases to amaze you.

Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.

He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.

You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.

Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."

You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"

You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."

You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"

You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.

@southside-otaku @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo

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[urmomspersonalwhore]

hi!! im the anon who sent the uh threesome thingy hahahahahahahha ha jhaha. kafka is so hot, me i would let myself get manhandled by her. i mean, just imagine himeko and kafka both pounding into you ag once!!?? isn't that.. heaven?!?! kafka in front and himeko behind u.. feeling himeko's breast rub against ur back- oh god im gonna go insane because of them, i love u

You were pressed against Himeko, laying on top of her as her slim fingers held your thighs apart.

Allowing easier access for Kafka to abuse your cunt. Her arms at either side of you and the other woman beneath her.

The two of them not stopping their rough thrusts into your holes, making sure fill every single inch.

Kafka’s fingers were stuffed into your mouth to muffle your sobs and moans.

Every time they went inside you, your breasts bounced and so did Himeko’s. And you felt every movement they made while she pierced inside of you.

Everything was so overwhelming but addictive.

You couldn't get enough of it as you pushed your hips against both of their faux cock, needing Begging for more.

The redhead in front of you slapped your thigh, warning you to stay still.

Which present as a struggle, trying your best to hold in the temptation.

But how could you when two goddesses manhandled you, fucking you stupid?

Note

I love you too! I will literally let Kafka ruin me and maybe possible murder me🤷‍♀️ she's just a ughhh😩

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[egoistivc]

i miss you.

some random thoughts for the following images above, Kafka and Blade bc why not? . . . . . NSFW ! - fem reader.

Kafka.

she'd definitely be surprised, how dare you turn her on while she's on a mission? sending pictures of yourself and precise images of your body parts, It really turns her on and makes her more eager to fuck you, mess up your mind once she's done with her mission, depending on how long the mission was scripted that's how wild she'll be once she's back home onto your arms. '' naughty girl, you're lucky I'm very.. patient.'' she whispers into your ear, she leans back and you gasp when she enters inside you, the strap tilting to your walls and perfectly fitting with how much she's molded your pussy. she smirks, that gleam in her eyes that you're too familiar with

Blade.

oh? you sent him a picture, he'd be caught off guard with your boldness and suddenly it slightly becomes his weakness on a mission, he can't fight properly with a boner now, can he? but he's still strong and easily fights it off, although those images of you still lingered on his mind, perhaps when he gets free time during long missions he will jerk off, phone in his hand while the other strokes his length, god he was needy and impatient as his red-ish eyes continued to stare at your pictures... eventually he returns from his mission, you gave him an innocent hug before he ultimately carries you to the bed. ''you do know how to ruin me even when I'm out of sight, damn slut.'' he says, his calloused hands holding onto your hips as he pushes his dick inside you, groaning at the warm sensation as you whimper, it was music in his ears.. he looked at you, a smirk at his face, he usually doesn't smirk nor smile.. perhaps you've left him too needy..?

[juulieez]

"It's Freaky Friday" - Kafka x Reader PT. 1

♡⌒*:ﾟContent: sub fem!reader, choking, oral, degrading/praising, teasing, oral sex (reader receiving) ♡⌒*:ﾟProofread this time, hopefully I didn't miss any grammar or spelling errors

Recently you've been recruited to be apart of the Stellaron hunters and was nervous about it, but quickly adjusted to what you had to do. You got to develop more of a relationship with the other members and liked what you were doing. However, Kafka has taken a liking towards you... a very huge liking, but wasn't too open about it. Kafka could read you like a book, and she knew you were soft and submissive but didn't want to show it. After a long stressful day, you wanted to relax and have some alone time from all your worries, so you go to sit outside but then you remember you have other work to catch up on. You think to yourself that this is going to be impossible to get done, you get up and immediately rush to continue but you bump into Kafka on the way. "Oh my god! I'm so s-sorry...." you say, stuttering on your words. "Oh? I've seen you around before." She gets up and wipes the dust off her clothes. "R-really? You have?" You look incredibly flustered and your eyes seem to draw towards her cleavage. "Oh? I know what you're staring at by the way. I know I know, I have big boobs but that's not the main focus of this conversation, is it?" "Cmon, I'll take you somewhere else so we don't get too sidetracked... you don't mind that right?" You seem a bit skeptical of her asking to go somewhere private, but end up caving in by her lust. "O-okay then..." You get interrupted by her as she grips onto your hand with no explanation, taking you somewhere that you don't know of. You start to think whether saying yes was a good idea but you'd be proven wrong. She takes you to a hidden room and locks the door without your knowledge. "Where are we?" You stand there, confused. Kafka stands behind you and starts grabbing your breasts. "I know you want me." She whispers in your ear. "W-what!?" You stand there all flustered, but you can't help to enjoy it. She grabs your throat with her thin, soft hands slightly choking you. "Be a good girl for mommy" "I know you want it." You take in the pleasure and can't help to let about a few whimpers. Because of how loud you were getting she chokes you harder to shut you up. "I said be a good girl you fucking mutt. What a whore, you can't even listen to something simple." She stops choking you and pulls down your pants licking your clitoris. "Ahh~ I can't hold in my m-moans..." you start whimpering and grab Kafka's hair while pushing her face into your clit. You continue to moan as she starts licking faster. After a while, she gets her face out of your clit and looks up at you. "I can tell you're really liking what I'm doing...." She gently caresses your thighs. "I do.... mommy" you say under your breath, nervous on what Kafka might do next. "What if I just...." she gently slides her fingers up your clit and moves her fingers and back forth so you can feel the pleasure. "Oh! I guess this is gonna work~ I already have you letting out your cute noises. You little slut." she whispers in your ear, moving her fingers faster. You begin to let out all the noises you tried to keep in but couldn't help it, continuing to take in the pleasure... NOTE: Hello guys! I've been less active sadly and I wish i had more motivation to write, but I'm trying my best :), I plan to get out pt. 2 before I start school so don't worry

[redr0sewrites]

🎆 A/n: this theme cost me my life and soul

🎆 Cw: soft smut, afab!reader, dom!kafka, (slight) somnophilia, cunnilingus, pwnp, scissoring, aftercare mentioned

🎆 dividers

the soft caresses of thin, manicured nails across your abdomen are what rouse you from your slumber. you shiver at the feeling, instinctively curling away from the ticklish sensation as foreign yet familiar hands continue to sensually stroke your body, trailing across your fluttering abdomen and giving your tummy an appreciative squeeze before slipping nimbly down between your thighs. you stir, forcing yourself to raise your head and watch the slim figure of your lover, who had positioned herself over you with elegant poise only she could possess in the dead of night.

"Kafka..?" you mumble, voice raspy and muffled from sleep.

"shhhh," Kafka coo's, her voice cool and seductive as she raises herself up to your level. the only illumination provided is the moonlight seeping in through the window, highlighting her hourglass curves as she hovers over you. her strong arms frame your head, and your eyes trail upwards to her face, where you could just make out her lustful gaze through lidded eyes. then, your eyes travel downwards, gazing over the swell of her breasts, down past the plush of her stomach to her thighs and soaked sex, all barely visible in the dim lighting. Kafka lets out a soft, airy chuckle before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. while doing so, she pushes you back down to the mattress, gentle but firm in her dominance.

"go back to sleep," she whispers, voice thick and warm, like a river engulfing you, swallowing you from all sides in a comforting, soulful way. "i'm sure you don't mind if i pleasure you, hm?"

the questioning undertone is left obvious, arousal already causing you to flush beneath her scrutinizing gaze. despite being the one to usually take the initiative, Kafka always left the choice of sex up to you, and you know that should you even have a moments hesitation, she'd stop absuptly. her unique relationship with emotions, or rather lack thereof, made her much less privy to noting whether or not you were aroused in the moment. not to say she wasn't deathly observant, however, Kafka was always cautious, especially when it came to you.

despite you feeling so utterly sleepy, you desperately want her to mimic the feeling of her hands on you, just like she had moments before, and you roll your hips up ever so slightly to meet hers in a show of arousal.

"mhm.. continue.. please," you mumble, and she hums in response before trailing back down your body.

"relax, darling, go back to sleep. i'll take care of you," she purrs, and you oblige, letting your heavy, heavy eyelids fall shut as she peels your panties away. the cold air meeting your exposed sex makes you shiver, and Kafka relishes in the sight. nimble fingers spread your folds, and she lets out a pleased chuckle at the sight of you already soaked in arousal.

"needy thing," she whispers, leaning down to press a kiss over your pulsing clit. "just can't do a thing without me~"

she's swift in spreading your legs and throwing them over her shoulders, so much so that you barely recognize the change in position until her tongue meets your cunt. her ministrations are experienced and lustful as she eats you out with mind melting skill, lips sucking on your pretty pussy like candy. she knows everything that makes you tick, from her technique to her pace, she ravishes you with the fervor of a starved man, licking and sucking on your cunt as though its her last meal.

meanwhile, you drift in and out of consciousness, head fuzzy and melting with a mixture of sleepiness and pleasure. you feel as though your being devoured whole, the messy click of your cunt against her chin and the slick movements of her tongue circling your pearl are enough to push you over the edge, and your thighs clamp tightly around her head as she guides you through your orgasm. maincured nails dig into the plush of your thighs as your cunt clenches around nothing, your hips rolling against her face as she continues sucking on your clit until your seeing stars. your cheast heaves and eyelids flutter as you slowly come down from your high, and Kafka presses an appreciative kiss to your pulsing clit.

"m' sure that feels much better, hm?" she purrs, rubbing soft circles on your hips as you force your eyes open. she giggles softly before beginning to clean up, but you lurch upwards, sitting up to stop her.

"what 'bout you?" you mumble, and she grins wolfishly. "oh?" she crawls upwards, laying her bare body atop yours. "want to help me reach my release too, baby?"

you nod, and she chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"you're so..." she trails off, shaking her head as you pout at her. Kafka leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, before wrapping her arms around your waist.

"can you sit up for me, darling?"

"mhm," you hum, situating yourself so that your propped up among the pillows with your legs wrapped over hers, both of your cunts just barely touching. your breath hitches when you rock your hips and feel the slightest friction against your overstimulated clit, and steady hands find purchase on your waist.

"shhh, slow down. let me take care of you~" Kafka teases, running her hands up your ticklish sides and enjoying the way you squirm beneath her touch. you had fallen asleep in nothing but your underwear and were quite glad for it now, as it had taken just the removal of your panties for you to now be completely bare before her.

wrapping an arm around your waist, Kafka pushes your hips together, and you watch, mesmerized, as your clits kiss while her pretty cunt grinds against yours. your head lolls, and you nuzzle into the crook of her neck with a needy whine as the friction causes your thighs to tremble. Kafka lets out a few soft moans, perfect and pornographic in a way only she coulf ever achieve. a nimble finger traces down your quivering front to toy with your pearl, circling your clit and trailing over your coarse pubic hair with thinly veiled attraction.

"hnn.. aren't you a pretty little thing?" Kafka moans in your ear, watching with sick fascination as your arousal-slick pussies grind together.

"Kaf- m'close !" you whine, biting down onto the junction of her neck and collarbone to save yourself the embarrassment of whimpering as she increases the pace on your clit.

"o-oh? mhnn.. go ahead, take what you need," Kafka whispers, throwing her head back and letting out a few beautiful moans the likes of which songbirds could never compare to. she calls out your name with the complete and utter devotion of someone truly enamored, and with that, you both reach your climax simultaneously.

the sheets are absolutely dripping when you come to, eyelids fluttering and cunt twitching. the only thing youre aware of is the feeling of Kafka holding you close, and you nuzzle into the warmth of her skin.

"you still with me?" she asks, voice soft and warm in the way it is only for your ears to hear.

"mhm, i am now," you mumble, and she chuckles, uncharacteristically sweet and girlish. she lays you back down on the bed, and you drift in and out of consciousness in a sleepy bliss as she quickly changes the sheets and wipe down the mess between your legs. she's slow, almost worshipful as she gently and deliberately caresses your thighs and stomach, wiping away the sticky cum staining your skin with devotion. once your satisfactorily clean, she lays you back down onto the clean bed, and slips in beside you.

immediately, you slot yourself against her, nuzzling into her chest as she wraps her arms around you. warm bodies flush against eachother and practically intertwined, you wouldn't have it any other way.

i love her so much more than any man ever could. kafka my beloved !!!

[kiyosw]

I PUSH YOU OUT AND YOU COME RIGHT BACK.

WARNINGS: NSFW, Possesiveness, Biting, Marking, Obssesive behavior, reader and kafka being fuck buddies/friends with benefits

GN! READER

CHARACTER: Kafka

LYRIC TITLE: FETISH // SELENA GOMEZ, GUCCI MANE.

Kafka, that has a concerning obsession over you. She may look like the type that doesn't need, nor want anything, but it's the complete opposite. She wants– no, needs your touch. Just you, your whole body. She craves your heat on her. She lives for every reaction you make when you're with her, whether if its pain or pleasure. She's always desperate for your voice whenever you two do unholy things behind closed doors. Whatever she wants, she gets. Just like how you are perfectly hers, right?

Reader, having an obssesion over the stellaron hunter that does not become unnoticed by her. Whether you're with her or not, your eyes are always searching for her presence, those hypnotizing eyes that can put you in a trance just by looking at them. It is certainly obvious for kafka that you need her, very badly. The way you kiss her so desperately, hands gripping on her sides as if she's gonna run away if you won't hold her tightly. Bite marks all over her neck, as if you're marking her as yours. Not like she doesn't like it, she loves it even. Shes yours, and you're hers.

[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.

[a-certain-romance]

Kinktober fic #2: Kafka & Himeko + Handcuffs

Characters/Ships: Kafka & Himeko x reader

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, mentions of drinking, mentions of drinking, biting, some masturbation, grinding, some degradation & praise

“When did she have the time to book a dj?”

It came to no surprise that Kafka went out for Halloween. Year after year, she sets up a grand party for the spooky occasion. Different themes for different years of course, and each one never ceases to amaze you.

“It’s Kafka, she has her ways” Himeko slides up beside you, snaking an arm around your waist. You jump slightly in surprise, how was she able to hear you over the blaring music? Himeko was dressed head to toe in a sexy police uniform—an accidental arrangement made by you one night. Himeko took the phrase good cop bad cop to heart and found the perfect criminal costume for you to wear. Kafka was in a similar uniform somewhere around her house.

She had some protest about it, muttering about how she wanted to do something involving spiders. But one look at your pleading faces convinced her otherwise.

Himeko leans into you, “We’ve been waiting for you” she murmurs, tugging at the collar of your garment. “You know, I think the orange really brings out your eyes”.

She pulls you closer to her side and her blunt nails scratch your side gently. You didn’t have the liquid courage to mention how the color brings out her hair instead. She leads you around to the center floor. The drinks continued to pour as the night wears on, eventually finding Kafka making her rounds with different groups.

Your two girlfriends are always…interesting when drunk.

Kafka’s reaction is always a gamble. Sometimes she’s philosophical, sometimes she’s quiet. It really depends on the crowd. And with her eyes on you tonight, she’s especially clingy. There isn’t a moment where she strays too far after finding you and Himeko.

As for Himeko, she’s a little different. Always the one to carry herself with such poise and politeness. So when she gets a little bit tipsy, she starts to relax a little. She’s still calm and collected, but she starts to let loose without the worry of being in control. And little by little, she starts to loose her filter as well. This Himeko loves to whisper dirty sayings into your’s and Kafka’s ears with an almost complete straight face. She’s laughs it off like nothing, but she makes true to her promises every single time.

The two of them end up cornering you against a counter in the kitchen. “You two are just too tempting to resist. What am I to do with you both?” Kafka murmurs.

Himeko tugs against your shirt, “Im sure we can figure that out in the bedroom~”

The 3 of you clumsily make your way up the stairs and into Kafka’s room. Himeko shoves you down into the queen sized mattress as Kafka locks the door. Himeko’s tongue makes its way into your mouth and she holds you in place for a sloppy make-out session. With her teeth biting your lip, her hands pry open the buttons from your top.

“Himeko, let’s arrest her” Kafka teases, twirling a set of silver handcuffs in between her fingers. Himeko laughs when she sees them and forces you to your knees on the bed.

Kafka yanks your hands forward. She circles your wrists with the smooth metal and clasps it tight. She tosses the key behind her after locking them shut and wastes no time to start biting your shoulder.

Himeko’s lipstick smudges into your lips once again. Kafka’s red wine marks immediately follow along your collarbone. Himeko gasps when the two of you part, and then makes her way to your neck. Her lips suck bright red spots into your neck.

Their touching has you in a frenzy. Your thighs rub together impatiently. They don’t seem to pay attention to your movements yet, so there’s no shame in satisfying yourself in the meantime, right? You bring your cuffed hands down to your core. Your fingers subtly slide under your underwear to find some relief. They’re too distracted with your neck and chest to notice the added pressure to your clit.

The pleasure from them both is too much, and an accidental moan catches the attention of Kafka.

“I know you’re desperate, but did we ever give you permission to touch yourself?” Kafka tuts. She reaches down and grips your forearm tightly, pulling it away from its previous position. “Oh you helpless thing, maybe we she cuff your legs apart too. Sluts like you love being tied down. Should I bring out the spreader bar?”

You whine softly at the loss of pressure. Kafka’s grip leaves nail indents in your smooth skin. You protest. Your legs quiver with want.

“Aw, does being mean make you wet?”

“Play nice, Kafka. We teased her for hours, she can’t help being needy.”

“Patience is a virtue, Himeko. She needs to learn it. But I suppose we can make an exception for tonight and save the discipline for another day. Go ahead, grind on my thigh. Yes, just like that.” She remarks, letting you settle on her lap.

Shakily, you slowly drag your clothed cunt back and forth along Kafka’s thighs. Small wet patches start to stain her costume from you motions. Kafka craves more of your touch. You let her guide your cuffed wrists over her head so they circle her neck. Her lips press to yours now that you’re close enough.

Behind you, Himeko’s breasts press against your back. She kisses the back of your neck. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for us? If you follow our directions well, we just might reward you~” Himeko’s slender fingers grasp your hips and rock your body deeper onto Kafka’s thighs.

Kafka’s tongue grazes your top lip. A particular thrust sends you forward and allows her tongue to slip into your mouth. Kafka groans when her tongue meets your own. Her strokes were enough to leave you breathless and more wanton than before.

“Please,” you exhale, “I need your fingers”

“I think you’re perfect like this.” Kafka sighs against your lips. Himeko caresses your soft chest, cupping your breasts in unison and massaging them gently. “I agree with Kafka. I think you’ve earned your reward. You’ve been such a good girl, following our orders so obediently. You deserve to cum like this, and then we can take you any way you want after.” Himeko helps you slide off your underwear before repositioning you back on Kafka’s thighs. Himeko nips gently at your neck before her hands go back to your hips, rocking you with more force.

Your body writhes between the two of them. Himeko’s thrusts are moving your hips perfectly at just the right angle. You let out a moan by Kafka’s ear. She raises a brow, then bounces her leg up to meet your core. Your gasps turn into louder moans until you release all over her thighs.

“I want a turn with her” Himeko pouts, twirling your hair with her finger. Kafka’s gloved fingers run through your hair.

“We have all night, I don’t see why not.”

Hours later, the party has long stopped and the break of the morning sun rises above nearby houses. Kafka and Himeko are curled into your sides, enveloping you in warmth.

“So,” you start, “where’s the key to unlock these cuffs?”

Silence.

[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.