#kafka x fem!reader

[llxthxaa]

ceo!kafka x officesiren!fem!reader.

preface: she was the ceo with the world at her feet — and yet, every time you smiled at her like she wasn’t burning alive, kafka forgot how to breathe.

author's note: chat bot on janitor ai, here.

wrn: lowercase.

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

elevator silence

the elevator doors close, sealing you both inside. kafka doesn’t speak. she simply watches your reflection in the brushed steel wall, counting the seconds as your perfume coils into her lungs. her hands are neatly clasped in front of her, leather gloves creaking as her grip tightens with every floor passed. you’re talking, maybe laughing about something innocent — a meeting, a joke — but kafka hears none of it. all she sees is the line of your neck, the slight sway of your hips in that pencil skirt she swears was designed to punish her. when you step closer to press the floor button again, her arm brushes yours. and for one split second, her resolve nearly fractures. she wants to pin you against the mirrored wall and breathe you in. but instead, she smiles — that small, cruel smile she wears like armor — and says, “you should be more careful who you ride with after hours.”

the quarterly gala

the company gala is a blur of camera flashes, champagne flutes, and shallow congratulations. kafka makes an appearance, of course — statuesque in black velvet and diamond cuffs, hair pinned back like she’s ready for war. but the moment she sees you, radiant in that crimson dress, laughing with someone she doesn’t recognize, her vision narrows. she doesn’t storm over. she doesn’t cause a scene. no, kafka waits — coiled, simmering — until your companion is distracted. then she appears beside you like smoke. “enjoying yourself?” she murmurs, her voice lower than usual, almost husky. when you nod, her eyes darken. “good. i’d hate to have to replace someone tonight.” it sounds like a joke. it isn’t.

the forgotten coffee cup

you left your mug in her office. again. it shouldn’t mean anything — but it does. kafka finds it sitting on the corner of her desk like a dropped glove from a lover’s story. she picks it up, fingers ghosting the rim. still warm. her breath hitches. she brings it to her lips. just once. just to feel the shape of your mouth against hers, even if it’s ridiculous. she stares at it longer than she should, her jaw clenching. you haunt her without even trying. and kafka? she lets you. every damn time.

the glove incident

you rush into her office one afternoon, hands full of documents, cheeks flushed from running down the hall. kafka watches you — those eyes fixed, devouring — as you explain some scheduling conflict. then you reach for her tablet. her glove is off. your fingers brush. and for a moment too long, she doesn’t move. she just stares at your hand in hers, bare skin touching hers. a thousand thoughts ignite behind her eyes. her voice drops. “you really shouldn’t touch me like that.” you freeze. she clears her throat, slips the glove back on. “i might misunderstand.”

her private office camera

it was unethical. she knew that. but logic had long since lost its power over her. kafka had a private security feed wired into her office — not for protection, not for safety. for you. every time you stepped inside to leave a report or tidy a shelf, she’d rewind the footage later, alone, in the low glow of her penthouse’s silence. watching. obsessing. her nails would dig into her thigh as you smiled softly at her empty chair or hummed to yourself. she'd whisper your name under her breath like a sin she never repented for. if only you knew how many nights she spent memorizing your every movement, every soft sound, through a screen.

the rainstorm

the power flickers out during a thunderstorm, and most of the office clears early — but not you. you’re still at your desk, of course, devoted and sweet and blissfully unaware of the effect you have on her. kafka finds you there, soaked from retrieving something from your car. “you’ll catch your death,” she says tightly, pulling off her coat without waiting and draping it over your shoulders. her hand lingers. she doesn’t move away. you look up at her, confused. kafka stares down at you like a woman staring over a cliff’s edge. “let me drive you home.” her voice shakes. “please.”

the louboutin reveal

you mention the shoes off-handedly during a meeting. kafka freezes. “they just showed up,” you laugh. “no note. creepy, right?” she smiles — strained, cold. her nails dig into the arm of her chair so hard the leather nearly tears. she had imagined you twirling in front of your mirror, smiling as you unboxed them. not this. not your smile shared with others. that night, she stands in the parking garage, watching your car pull out. her head tips back. her teeth grit. she whispers your name like a warning, like a vow.

after midnight

you’re working late. of course you are. kafka walks in without knocking — hair slightly disheveled, blouse unbuttoned more than usual. you look up, startled. she doesn’t explain. just walks over, silently, and places a hot cup of tea in front of you. you thank her. she doesn’t answer. she just watches you drink, eyes flicking to the curve of your throat, the press of your lips to the porcelain. her voice is hoarse when she finally speaks. “you shouldn’t stay so late.” a beat. “it’s not safe. not with people like me around.”

the accidental confession

a senior manager makes a careless comment about your outfit in the breakroom. kafka hears it. kafka sees the way it makes you shift uncomfortably. she doesn’t say anything — not in public. but the man is gone by morning. fired. vanished. no one questions it. later, she finds you alone in the copy room and lingers in the doorway. “if anyone makes you uncomfortable again…” she pauses, tone cold as glass. “tell me. i’ll handle it.” you blink. smile awkwardly. kafka looks away. “i protect what’s mine.” you don’t hear the last part — but god, she meant it.

the wall

you’re rambling about something — a party, a dress, some guy who asked for your number. kafka snaps. one second you’re laughing, the next you’re pressed to the wall of her office, breath stolen by the heat of her body close to yours. her hands brace on either side of your head. her lips hover inches from yours. “you don’t get it,” she hisses, voice shaking. “i’ve given you everything. i’ve waited. i've burned.” her chest rises and falls violently. “you talk about him like i’m not standing right here — drowning in you.” a pause. a breath. her eyes flick to your mouth. “say the word and i’ll stop.” but she’s already leaning in. she won’t.

[mykiramman]

i was just scrolling late at night for audios and landed upon kafhime type beat audio bro 😭

got me giggling and kicking my feet tbh

nsfw audio under the cut!

kafhime sugarmommies (the sultry ass voice is kafka and the other one is obv himeko)

btw bear me if some of you send some suggestions and asks but im a lazy and slow ass person so it will be awhile before i finally post about them 😭

credit to the respective owner of the audio <3

[ilyuan]

hello,could you write kafka with a fem reader in this scenario: she meets her gfs friends for tje firts time and her gf is usually shy and reserved but more less with her friends. her friends dont know that she got a gf yet so they flirt with her as usual(they always do that)and rest is up to your imagination? like yn being awkward and trying to explain herself lol sorry this is a bit messy but i hpe you undertand! have a nice day and take care <3

I WON’T STEAL HER ! ft. kafka

a/n. apologies that the requests i’m getting are nearly taking a long time to fulfill, it’s partially because of storage and partially because of my mental health, but i’m back i think lawl, and thank you for the request anon! 🤍

cw. fem!reader, kafka gets a lil jealous, ooc himeko, a little ooc kafka? idk lol, tbh idrk what i’m yapping about in some of this i just woke up, i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything 🤍

your girlfriend’s mind was slowly turning into mush because of how much she was overthinking the moment you told her that you were going a little too far away from her to visit your friends.

“kafka, relax, it’s only gonna be for a few hours,” you explained to her, your voice as reassuring as possible, “it should only be for four hours, just like my usual night-shift,” you finish.

“that’s not the only issue, dear,” she contemplates at you, her eyes practically glued onto your frowned expression, “you know i get jealous easily.” she whispers, which you somehow didn’t catch onto.

after enough convincing, here you were with your now stubborn girlfriend.

the magenta-haired woman’s brows furrowed in confusion ever since she noticed how much longer it was taking just to see your friends.

she did pay attention to you telling her that it would take a long time to see your friends, but she didn’t think it would take this long.

not to mention, she’s an impatient woman.

…

after a couple minutes, you turned your view to the darkened screen of your phone, turning up your brightness a little bit.

noticing that kafka was still driving, you texted your friends that you were almost there.

kafka paused her driving.

“who are you texting?”

oh.

as soon as you both finally got to the somewhat big cabin that your friends were in, you noticed kafka’s now calm facade, which you quickly got confused by.

however, not thinking much of it, you creaked the old cabin’s door open and finally met eyes with your overly-enthusiastic friends.

kafka slowly walked in, as if she was accidentally going to break all the wood keeping the cabin up.

you signed and turned your head towards her, to which you were met with her smirking, which you were even more confused by.

“kaf?” you whispered over to her, to which she gasped, then let out a small chuckle.

“sorry, darling, i’m coming,” she emphasized the word ‘darling’ louder than usual to alert your friends of knowing you were hers.

you playfully rolled your eyes at her as she let out another chuckle as soon as she noticed.

knowing kafka was not a stoic woman whatsoever, you had an opportunity to finally introduce her to your somewhat big friend group.

first, there was luka.

luka was practically the dad of the friend group, his outgoing personality making everyone feel as if the atmosphere was warmer than usual in dangerous situations most of the time.

for example, you and everyone else went into the woods and he kept going on and on about how his last wrestling match went, while… winking at you, to emphasize that you were the one that gave him the best luck in that match.

furthermore, you were the only one in your friend group that was excited to go to luka’s matches, that was most likely why.

then, there was serval, the charming rockstar who would never shut up in her room up in the attic of her and gepard’s shared cabin.

…which gepard would usually wake up, breathing heavily as if he was running laps, when in reality serval was practicing for her next concert.

third, jingliu.

she didn’t really do much, she just wandered around and occasionally came to hang out with the rest of your friend group.

as much as you wished she hang out with the rest of you more, she wasn’t really one to have any opportunities to engage in fun activities, her “duties came first” is what her only excuse was.

lastly, himeko.

himeko was never quiet about you, always trying to help you whenever you needed help with relationship advice with kafka.

however, she was more of the playful type than the rest of the friend group.

she always blew fake kisses to you as a joke, and she always had her ways with you, whether it was if you refused to go to the store with her, she would practically beg you either way.

kafka didn’t think much of your friends, she was just trying to get comfortable, to which it took more than a while.

…

and finally, after hours of convincing her to go to the fair with you and your friend group, she finally agreed.

the next couple hours consisted of himeko clinging to your side to what felt like 24/7, even though it was only a day.

kafka quickly noticed, and quickly got uncomfortable.

“…himeko, please,” you begged, “my girlfriend is here,” you continued, your heart beat racing out of nervousness, sighing, to which you were clearly uncomfortable with.

“GIRLFRIEND!?” himeko yelled, probably louder than the screams of the people on roller coasters at this point.

kafka quickly flinched, luka turned around, jingliu who surprisingly came with, blinked a few times, and serval screamed back in agony, a rush of fear quickly flowing through her body for a split second, but then realized it was just himeko screaming.

kafka smirked, walking slowly towards himeko with a menacing gaze and you rolled your eyes at her playfully.

“relax,” you spoke to your magenta-haired girlfriend, who rose her brows and quickly pulled you away.

…

“who is that?” she questioned you, her voice a little shaky, despite trying her best to keep her somewhat seductive demeanor towards you.

“a girl from my friend group,” you replied, raising a brow in confusion.

what kafka didn’t know is that himeko was not interested in you whatsoever, and that himeko was one to be the flirty type of woman.

“ah,” kafka replied, “tell me more about her.”

“[name]!” serval and luka yelled, luka lifting up his mechanical arm in an attempt to wave at you.

you chuckled, your shy demeanor coming back into view.

they both came rushing towards you, eager to ask you if you wanted to go on the highest roller coaster with them after they finish their funnel cake.

“[name]~” luka taunted, walking towards you with a smirk on his face, “luka, go away she’s mine,” serval elbowed him playfully.

kafka’s breath hitched in her throat.

…

nonetheless, she didn’t want to mention anything for now, so she decided to think back on your friends’ question.

kafka, still standing right next to you, raised her brows in confusion because she knew you were not one for roller coasters at all.

“erm-“ kafka interrupted you, to which you gasped, “she doesn’t like going on those,” finishing for you.

you whipped your head to look at her and sighed in relief, tapping her shoulder twice as if letting her know you were okay.

“thank you,” you whispered to her.

little did you know, the only reason why she did that was because she wanted to stay with you for the entire day.

“you can see your friends another day,” was her excuse.

“kaf-“

“shhh,” she interrupted once more, “come home and comfort me, sweetie, will you?” she faked a frown.

“miss, i am not intending to steal your girlfriend, don’t worry,” himeko apologized to the practically frozen-in-place stellaron hunter.

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms, thank you 🤍

[aeonstale]

SHUT UP AND DRIVE !

┆彡 summary. headcannons about driving. ┆彡 cw. blade x reader. moze x reader. boothill x reader. crashes. suggestive (mention of making out). curses. road rage. boothill's part is short bc headache. not proof read. [1.5k]

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STELLARON HUNTERS (BLADE).

Canonical Blade can drive. Silver wolf tried one time, she almost caused your death (she said she had a perfect score. She meant in the game..) Firefly can’t, Kafka can but always let Blade drive.

Passenger princess treatment from Blade. The type to have his hand on your thighs, drawing meaningless shapes. He lets you choose the music, and you know he likes it when he taps his finger to the rhythm. 

Though if you call him out he will deny it all.

If you were craving food at whatever time, he WILL drive you there. 

No matter the distance or time. Blade’s getting the car keys and driving you there. 

He sometimes participates in races. 

Tailored a jacket based off of him for you to wear. 

′′It brings me good luck.′′ he says.

But you know the pink hues slowly merging into red ones. Even if he hides his face, blade’s ears are a dead give away. 

Make out sessions in his car. I’m talking heavy ones. 

The type to ask you to feed him when he drives. His eyes focused on the road, while his ears were listening to your daily gossip.

He does have light road rage. Mostly when the other car initiates it, he scares them off. He doesn’t want to waste time and ruin your time together.

But when the mara struck and he couldn't control his anger, he tried to crash them… You gave him the silent treatment for a week + no kisses or cuddles for a month + never sat next to him choosing to sit farther from him even in the car, and he never tried that again.

Sometimes the other stellarons crash your outings.

Silver Wolf would be popping bubble gums while her game audio is at max volume. She would be sitting right behind you, easy access to whisper to you and teasing Blade.

Kafka would be in the seat behind Blade’s. Easy to annoy him with light kicks and can also see you clearly while you talk (she just loves window seats.) 

And Firefly in the middle. She’d talk to you about recent missions encounters and whatever’s on the girl's mind. Would also ask blade to stop at a restaurant for take outs, and when he refuses she turns to you. Puppy eyes begging you to convince him. And of course, you agree.

The chaotic family trip vibe.

Except when Kafka drives then it turns into a girl night out and Blade.

He would be in charge of carrying heavy stuff. 

You let Firefly sit in front while you sit next to Blade. 

He sits in between you and Silver Wolf.

One because SW will die before she gives up the window seats. And two he likes how you lean on him (plus a good excuse to say he’s looking at the window when Kafka and SW teases him about how he watches you with tender eyes.)

Overall; a good 9/10 vibe when driving with Blade. (minus one because it can be annoying when he crashed.)

YAOQING TRIO (MOZE).

All of you have your driving license. So let’s cut it into four parts ;

When Moze is driving : 

Respect the rules. A calm driver who has little to no road rage. 

The type to park whenever he needs something so as to avoid any danger. This man is the textbook example of how a driver should act.

However, Moze would NOT let the music play.

′′ It distracts me from the road. ′′ o/10. 

Even if you bring out any deal, Moze will just continue dead staring into the road. He will not budge. 

When Fei Xiao is driving : 

Hold on to your prayers and your seat belt. 

Number one street racer here, she will respect the red light but other than that? Nah.  

′′ Why go slow when you can break the sound barrier? ′′ Fei Xiao probably.

The type to eat and drive, if she dropped something she would grab it herself and let go of the wheel forcing either you or Moze to stir in her stead. 

Which leads to my next point. Either you or Moze HAVE to be on the front passenger seat. This woman is NOT to be trusted with a wheel.

But whoever sits next to her will ALWAYS receive princess treatment.

Moze hates her for it, so he lets you ride next to her.

It’s all fun and game until she’s too caught up in a conversation with you to notice the huge truck heading your way.

You manage to stir out of the way and she just laughs and slaps your back telling you she knew what she was doing.

You banished Moze to the front for a month and to the couch for a week after that.

When Jiaoqiu is driving : 

Pre 2.5? Kind of a responsible driver. He still has some slip up and he often pretends to crash to scare all of you out. 

He gets banned from spicy foods when he pulls stunts like these.

Post 2.5? No. 

In the back seat, he is however in charge of snacks and pranks. 

′′ Oh hey we’re here!′′ ′′..no we are not?′′ ′′ that’s what it’d sound like when one of you notices it.′′ proceed to stare into your soul but he’s looking at the seat.

Many blind jokes, it’s his coping mechanism. 

The type to sit behind the driver seat and cover their eyes. ′′ Guess who~′′ (′′THE IMMINENT DEATH IF YOU DON’T LET GO′′)

His tail takes up most of the back seat but if he allows you, an amazing sleeping spot. But has an interesting way to wake you up…(he put hot peppers underneath your nose until you wake up in a coughing fit lmao)

Overall 7/10 (you still didn’t forgive him for the hot pepper prank.)

When your driving : 

Responsible driver with a hint of road rage. Kind of similar to Blade’s aforementioned, but tamer….ish. 

Moze would be in charge of the gps, Feixiao of the music (her gym playlist would be playing because it is the only acceptable one of hers), Jiaoqiu of the food as usual. 

But the moment someone tries to push you into another lane or bump into you while overtaking you?

They are holding into their seatbelt and praying to The Hunt. 

Physically having to restrain you before you get out and show them why you are the General’s Lieutenant. Insults after insults, it’s even funnier when you insult them in The Xiaozhu tongue while they stand there confused.

But a quick snack shoved to your mouth by Moze and you are all fine and dandy.

′′ Where do you guys wanna eat :) ′′ ′′you almost killed a man..?′′ ′′do you want me to finish him or go eat? ′′ ′′eat.′′ ′′:)′′

Wife happy, we happy. 

Wife mad, we scared.

Overall 10000000000000/10 (biased bc no you are not wrong ???)

GALAXY RANGERS (BOOTHILL).

Oh boy.

There are only two actual drivers, Boothill and you.

Rappa is licenseless and it’s better if it stays that way.

Boothill prefers to drive, you don’t mind since you get to enjoy the scenery and sleep. 

Rappa is always in the backseat.

They got banished there after some..unfortunate incidents. 

She almost crashed you all. She saw something she deemed was necessary to investigate. Boothill refused to pull over, so she did the next best thing. She tried to jump out.

You had a heart attack trying to pull her back in, you had to climb into the front all while begging Boothill to help. 

Meanwhile Boothill was trying to keep you steady while making sure not to crash (oh yeah and also not hurt Rappa Though he kinda wanted to.) 

You got pulled over by the police, but while you were reprimanded, Rappa distracted the police and pushed you all back into the car. Urging Boothill to hit the gas which he did all while laughing maniacally. 

′′You are crazy!!? What would you have done if they started shooting??′′ ′′shoot back.′′ (father and daughter moment)

Safe to say Rappa was banished from the front seat and was obligated to have the seat belt on at all times.

princess treatment from Boothill. Would drive to the moon and earth. 

Does have some road rage but one glare for you and he is calm.

He is a bit of a ′make your own solution′.

′′Oh no that car is blocking our way′′ ′′we’ll run them over.′′ ′′yes we’ll run them–WHAT′′

The type to fight over the songs, the other two joining soon.

You would have arrived at the destination before a song was agreed on. 

Fun experience until he almost runs over an IPC member and you have to go on a car chase to lose the tens of IPC cars after you.

That meme.

 Boothill singing along to the song while you death stare at him. 

He slept on the couch that night and the following.

And the week after.

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[calypsocolada]

how they kissed you for the first time... ft. soshiro, gen, & kafka

authors note: kaiju no. 8 is addictive. i bought the first manga then proceeded to buy the next nine. i'm obsessed with these three <3

cw: light violence

wc: 2.8k

click here for my masterlist

“Burning the midnight oil?” A familiar voice asked. You practically jumped out of your skin as you spun around in your wooden chair. Vice Captain Hoshina was comfortably leaning against the door to the library, eyes amusedly taking you in. 

“Vice Captain!” You gasped, holding a hand over your heart as you quickly gathered up your things. “I-- I apologize, sir.” Hoshina chuckled playfully, pushing off the door as he approached your table.

“No need to apologize, cadet. But you do know sleeping is a part of the job too.”

“I know. I’m just… not tired. Thought I would study a bit.” You responded as Hoshina snickered slightly. He ruffled your hair.

“This late? You’re a real overachiever aren’t you?” He teases as you fix your hair, blushing slightly.

“I just like to be prepared, that's all.” You huffed slightly as Hoshina leaned against the desk beside you, he looked down at you.

“You say you’re not tired but look moments away from falling asleep.” He points out.

“Well… maybe it is getting a little late.” 

Hoshina chuckled again, that same smug look on his face. He nodded, a small hint of concern in his expression. “Yeah, it is. And you should be in bed like everyone else. Besides-”

He stood up straight and pushed himself off the desk, crossing his arms and towering over you for a moment. He returned to his playful smirk and spoke. “-We have drills tomorrow and I can’t have you falling asleep during it, can I?”

No, sir.” You responded, turning and hiding the blush on your face. He chuckled softly and gave you a smug smirk, he was an observant person so of course he saw your blush before you could hide it. 

“Don’t act so embarrassed, I’m just looking out for you.” He chuckled again and that damn smirk grew slightly.

“I’m going, sir.” You answered quickly, loading yourself with books. Hoshina watched you amused until you dropped one. He caught it with ease, cocking his head.

“Do you really need all of these?” He asked as you pouted slightly. 

“I only have the hold on these books for two more days.” You said as he sighed softly, reaching and grabbing over half of what you were holding. 

“Lead the way.” He said as you nodded your head, walking out of the library and down the dark halls of the agency. Your room was a short walk and when you arrived you quickly unlocked the door and Hoshina followed you in, placing your books on your desk.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It’s just us, you can call me Soshiro.” Hoshina said over his shoulder. You froze, staring at his back as he straightened, his eyes taking in your private quarters. You jumped when your door fell shut behind you and when you turned back Hoshina was looking at you. A smug and satisfied look on his devilishly handsome features. “Go on, I give you permission.” Your mouth goes dry, your lips parting but no sound comes out. He laughs then. He knew the effect he had on you, knew exactly the kind of attack he just dolled out on your nervous system. Hoshina, up to this point, had been nothing but mostly professional around you. The only thing unprofessional before was his constant joking but other than that he had been an angel. Kind of. But you on the other hand fell fast and hard. It was embarrassing and something you would try very hard to take to your grave. “Did I make you nervous?”

“What-- n-no. It’s just-- I’m tired, that's all.” You covered, albeit sloppily. Hoshina raised his head slightly, a brow quirking up.

“Well… I wouldn’t want to keep you from sleeping.” He says, there was a glimmer of something in his eyes as he walked towards you, you moved out of the way of the door and gave him a terse smile. He looked down at you. “You’re actually going to sleep, right? You won’t read those books once I leave?” He jests as you nod your head. 

“I’m going to sleep.” You affirm shakily. He was standing so close. You could move your hand a few inches and you’d be touching him. You could take one step and meet his lips with ease. You looked away quickly at that thought. Ashamed of where your mind could take you. 

“Good night.” He says softly, hand reaching for the door. You’re not entirely sure what came over you but he was so close. Just right there. And walked you back to your room, carrying your things, talked to you like that and you were so weak already for him. You kissed him. It was probably the quickest kiss known to man. You had just gently pressed your lips against his in a quick peck and pulled back faster than you’d ever pulled back. Your face was beat red.

“M-my apologies, sir.” You said, turning and moving away but he caught your wrist. 

“You call that a kiss, Cadet?” He asked and when your wide eyes met his he pulled you back to him and lowered his lips to yours.

-

Your breath caught in your throat as you stopped mid walk into the doorway of your boss’s office. To call it a disaster would be an understatement. For the past week you’d been on a much needed vacation. 

“Y/n?” A voice exclaimed, surprised to your right. You almost dropped your tray of tea. 

“Mr. Narumi, you startled me!” You gasped, turning.

“You’re back a day early?”

“Mr. Hasegawa asked me to.” You said, walking carefully over the discarded boxes of yamazon orders to place the tea on his desk. Gen’s jaw tightened.

“He did, did he?” He asks as you nod your head.

“Yes, sir. Would you like me to clean up your office a bit-”

“No. No, I will take care of it. You should be home, enjoying your last day of vacation.”

“It’s alright, sir,” You reach and grab a trash bag but Gen reaches out, hand gracing yours to grab it away from you. 

“I wanted,” He sighs. “I wanted to clean this place before you got back.” He mumbled, cheeks red in embarrassment. 

“I really don’t mind, Mr. Narumi, it’s my job to help you out.” You say and Gen shakes his head. 

“This is my mess, you can go home early.”

“I just got here, sir.”

“And I’m giving you the rest of the day off, as well as tomorrow. Both paid of course.” He says, crossing his arms. You stare at him for a moment, parting your lips but Gen just shakes his head. “Go on, enjoy it.” He says, turning to start cleaning up his own mess. 

“Alright, thank you sir.” You say, leaving the tray behind as you make your way towards the door, glancing back to see Gen dutifully shoving things into a trash bag. 

An hour later you knock on his door and when he opens the door you hold up take out from his favorite restaurant.

“Before you try and send me home I thought we could have lunch together.” You say and his eyes sharpen before he inevitably steps to the side and lets you in. His office is much cleaner and this time you walk with ease to his desk, he follows behind and grabs two drinks out of a fridge as you pull out the food. “It looks nice in here.”

“Can you pretend you didn’t see the mess this morning?” He asks as you smile.

“What mess?” You ask and watch his face relax as he grabs and drags his chair to sit beside you. 

“I… wanted you to come back unstressed from your vacation but Eiji just had to ruin that.” He says, taking a drink before popping open the container of his food.

“I’m not stressed.” You say, popping open your own container as you feel Gen’s eyes on you.

“Would you like the rest of the week off too? Paid of course.”

“No!” You laugh, shaking your head. “Seriously, sir, I feel fine. It was a good vacation, I feel rested and relaxed. Ready to work.” You say, taking a bite of your food. 

“Are you sure?” He asks as you finally meet his eyes, he looks so worried for you. You furrowed your brow.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, he looks back at his food. 

“You deserve better than to be my assistant.” He says and you pout slightly, tilting your head.

“What? I like being your assistant, sir.” You say as Gen sort of sighs, it was clear something heavy was weighing on him. You should’ve known he was acting strange from the first moment you talked with him.

“I don’t want you to be.” He finally says. You stare at him, shocked and slightly hurt. 

“Oh.” You say, the bite of food you were about to eat paused. “I… I apologize. Did I do something to upset you?” Gen’s eyes fly up to yours.

“What! N-no of course not, Y/n.” 

“I can speak with Mr. Hasegawa and have him transfer me to-”

“That’s not… I didn’t mean it like that.” Gen says, rubbing his forehead in a stressed sort of way.

“What way did you mean it, sir?” You ask. Gen looks down at his food, he then inhales deeply and turns towards you. You hadn’t noticed how close you two were sitting until right now. He was so close, his eyes soft on yours until they dipped low to your lips then snapped back up. Your stomach flipped at that little action. 

“I want… more.” He says and your lips part in surprise. 

“More?”

“More.” He affirms. “May I… kiss you?”

“Kiss?” You echo, eyes sort of wide. He reaches over and tucks your hair out of your face. 

“Yes. May I?” You can’t wipe the shocked expression off your face. Your lips barely form the word yes and he’s leaning in, hand sliding across your cheek to pull you to meet his lips impatiently. He wanted it and needed it.

-

You breathed heavily, staggering to the side, hand placed on debris to keep yourself standing. You were sure you were dead. The jaws of a kaiju opened up to swallow you whole but suddenly you were on the ground, dizzy and unaware of how you got there. But then you saw it. The infamous Kaiju no. 8. You watched as it killed the kaiju that had you in its clutches moments ago. You staggered back when the kaiju turned to face you, fear jolting through you as you fumbled over debris to get away. 

“Y/n! Be careful, you're injured!” The kaiju said as it ran over to you. You screamed, you didn’t know those things could talk! You scrambled to your feet, rushing and dizzily falling as you tried to get to the gun you’d dropped in your fight with the last kaiju. Strong hands gently grabbed you and when you turned you were face to face with kaiju no. 8. You screamed and threw a punch, connecting with its jaw but the creature just stared at you, seemingly hurt until its eyes connected with something behind you. “Oh… shit.” The creature grunted as you stared at it, shell shocked. It’s voice… somehow familiar. Your legs felt like jelly beneath you, the kaiju still had a tight hold on you as you glanced back. The creature was looking at its reflection? There was only so much strangeness you could take as your body practically shut down, the adrenaline that was fueling you moments ago drained out as your legs gave out and you fell backwards into the Kaiju’s arms. “Y/n! S-shit… we have to get you to the infirmary!” The kaiju expressed and in that moment, seconds before you lost consciousness one name left your lips.

“Kafka?” You breathed out completely dumbfounded.

When you woke up it was light, almost a blinding white. You blinked a few times, groggily yawning as you carefully sat up, your entire body ached as you gently stretched out your muscles.

“You’re awake!” A voice to your right exclaimed in a breathy whisper. You turned and there was Kafka, he dropped his coffee and dive bombed towards you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight bear hug. You grunted in surprise as he held you tightly, as if he was keeping you grounded from floating away and never being seen again. Your mind was still a bit foggy on things as you gently pushed Kafka back.

“How long was I out?”

“Days… at least two or three.” He answers, his face clearly worried. It was also clear he hadn’t slept, dark circles had formed beneath his eyes. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine… a bit sore.” You answered as he sat on the side of your hospital bed and sighed out in relief. 

“I was worried.” He said, forcing a small smile on his face. He was still worried as you winced slightly, pushing down your blanket and inspecting the bandage across your midsection. His eyes followed your movements and when you looked up at him he had this intensely worried look on his face. 

“I’m fine, Kafka.” You implored as his eyes snapped up to yours. He nodded his head and swallowed. 

“Do you… remember anything? Anything at all?” He asks. You blink a few times, pursing your lips.

“I remember you… being there? Did you save me?” You ask, trying hard to recall what exactly had happened. You retraced your steps as Kafka fumbled through his words.

“I--- yes-- I was… there… technically.” You remembered a kaiju swiping at you, you lost your gun in the scuffle. You recalled it grabbing you up and tossing you towards its open mouth but you never landed in there but rather on your feet on the concrete. You blinked a few times as things started to piece together. 

“I saw… kaiju no. 8.” You said and watched Kafka’s face go pale white. “It…” you trailed off when you remembered its voice, remembering it grab you as you passed out. Remember saying a name. “You…” Your eyes snapped to Kafka’s. He looked stricken, scared and caught all at once. “Kafka… you… you’re-”

“Yes.” Kafka breathes out quickly. Like he’d been dying to tell you. “Yes… that was me.. I’m-”

“A kaiju.” You finished his sentence unblinking. You swallowed as Kafka’s lip trembled and he gave you a curt nod of the head. He looked embarrassed and guilty. 

“I’m a monster… I wanted-- I wanted to wait until you woke up to- to turn myself in because I wanted… no I needed to know you were going to be okay. I needed to tell you that I-”

“Kafka,” You interrupted, shocked by this revelation. He looked at you with a pained expression. 

“I promise I’ll turn myself in I just need to tell you that-”

“No!” You jerked up, wincing in pain.

“C-careful!” Kafka admonished, you reached for him, barely grabbing his shirt.

“Don’t turn yourself in. I-- I don’t want you to.” You stuttered painfully. Kafka’s lips parted wordlessly. 

“What? I was sure you would want me to…”

“That’s the last thing I want.” You said, trying to wrap your head around this all. You tighten the hold on his shirt and look at him. “They would… kill you and turn you into a weapon, Kafka.” You say as Kafka looks down, nodding his head.

“I know that.”

“And you think I would want that for you?” You hissed as his eyes snap back up to yours, a shocked expression on his face.

“You… hate kaiju.”

“I don’t hate you. No matter what you are.” You said, yanking his shirt towards you as you wrapped him in a tight hug. “Don’t you dare turn yourself in.” You warned, he was stiff in your arms for only a few seconds before he completely melted, the fear and anxiety of you possibly hating him kept him up for days. He wrapped you in a hug and you felt him breathe out and relax, hands sliding across your back, gently gripping your shirt as he held onto you. You could tell then that he’d really expected a different outcome. He’d expected you to tell him to turn himself in. When you pulled back to say something his mouth pressed against yours, stopping your words and your thoughts. His arms were still around you as he kissed you tentatively.

[jingyuanenternalkisser]

Wine and Herbs — Kafka

sfw, reader is a nameless medic, fem!reader, petnames (darling, my love), hidden-relationship but they're also not really in a relationship rn?? it's complicated, reader implied to be an ex-stellaron hunter. kafka might be occ but like.. soft kafka everyone???

i just missed stellaron hunter... amphoreous haven't really struck a cord in my heart like xianzhou and penacony does :(

masterlist

you were just doing your own thing, tidying up your clinic, sorting out papers and grinding some herbs for medicine, before you hear the sliding door of your office opened.

you still for a second when you heard clicks of heels and a familiar seductive chuckles echoes on your quiet office, you adored that sound, more than you could even admit.

you sigh as you continue on grinding some herbs on the mortar and pestle in your hands, “kafka, how many times do i have to tell you? you can't come in and out here as you please, the others will not be pleased if they saw you”

“you say that every time.” kafka’s voice glided through the clinic with her usual lilt, but there was something warmer, less theatrical about it today.

you didn’t even have to look. you could already picture her: leaning in the doorway like she owned the place, hair slightly windblown, probably picking at your dried herbs like she always did.

“and yet you still come in every time” you said, without missing a beat, grinding the last of the roots with a practiced hand.

she let the door slide shut behind her with a soft thunk, her heels clicking casually as she made her way inside. “if you really wanted to keep me out, you’d lock the door.”

you huffed under your breath, amused despite yourself. “i did.”

“mm. your lock’s too easy, darling.”

“i know. you’ve told me. every single time.”

you heard the rustle of her coat being tossed onto the chair by your desk, like she lived here. like this was hers to be in. and honestly, part of you didn’t mind. the scent of her perfume hit next, spice and floral with a hint of red wine that she loves so much, subtle but unmistakably her. kafka.

“you’re out of licorice root,” she said casually, now standing beside your shelf like she had a right to inventory your supplies. “tough luck. it’s good for calming nerves, isn’t it?”

“you make me need licorice root,” you muttered, finally glancing up. she smirked, folding her arms. “good to know i still have an effect on you, my love”

you gave her a flat look and went back to your herbs. but kafka didn’t seem to mind. she moved around your clinic like she belonged there. pausing to skim her gloved fingers along your counter, brushing off a few stray petals like she was helping.

then she leaned back on the edge of your desk. "you really shouldn’t work so late, you know," she said lightly, her voice missing the usual sly tone, watching you. "you get those tiny little lines between your brows when you're focused too hard."

you raised a brow at her. "are you here to critique my skincare or my lockpicking prevention?"

“neither.” her tone dropped a little, more genuine now. “i just wanted to see you.” she chuckled a bit as you shake your head.

you poured the ground herbs into a labeled pouch and set the pestle down with a small sigh. kafka was still watching you. not teasing. just watching.

you gave in and walked over to her, brushing the edge of your coat against her knee as you passed. she caught your wrist gently, her gloved fingers warm.

“i missed this,” she said quietly. “just… being around you. not pretending.”

you glanced at her, and for a moment, the ache between you both softened. the weight of your sides, your roles, the universe, it all slipped off your shoulders when she looked at you like this.

“i missed you, too,” you admitted, casual but honest, leaning your hip against the desk beside her. “even if you do rearrange my shelves every time you’re here.”

kafka smiled, not the usual fake smile and sly smirk, only a genuine, slow and fond smile. “that’s how i know you’ll remember i was here.”

you shook your head with a tiny laugh, nudging her with your elbow. she nudged you back before pulling your waist, pressing your side against hers closely making you breath in the familiar scent of expensive perfume and the wine.

“you know…” her voice turned light again, teasing and mischevious. “if you’re going to keep letting me in, you could at least make me tea.”

you rolled your eyes. “do you ever bring snacks for me though?”

she blinked. “darling i'll steal government secrets and infiltrate intergalactic rail networks for you, and you want snacks?” she purrs as her lips brushed against the shell of your ear making you shiver.

“yes, preferably sweet ones.”

kafka laughed. a real one, low, amused, with her usual seductive tone, it's familiar. it warmed the space in a way no stars or fire ever could.

eventually, she leaned her head lightly on your shoulder, like it was the most natural thing in the world. and you let her.

there, in the quiet hum of your clinic, in the scent of herbs and ink and perfume, the two of you sat. no declarations. no drama. just the quiet, comfortable truth of two people who never really stopped loving each other, even if the universe told them they should.

now hear me out : himeko being very protective when kafka is anywhere near you. kafka just smile with her usual sly smile while himeko is being passive aggressive towards her lmao.

[ghostarii]

HALLUCINOGEN (LOSING YOUR MIND), KAFKA

ʚɞ blurred lines of reality and illusions, meistered by an illusory manifestation of deep desires and wanton bliss bring about an enlightenment far beyond anything holy.

WARNINGS ݈݇- fem!reader, praise, slapping, nipple play, spit, hair pulling, cunnilingus, overstimulation, implied inexperienced!reader, biblical(?) references but no explicit relation, fingering, corruption kink, kafka teasing, minors & non nb/wlw do not interact.

NOTE ݈݇- soo . . . i won’t get into where i’ve been but just know i’m going through a lot And desperately need a distraction. i’ve turned my brain off n wrote this w my pssy so if it gets crazy blame her! jus in need of som mindless horny fun 😞😞

WORD COUNT ݈݇- 3.3k

COLORFUL STROBES FLICKER WITH reckless abandon, jumping in excited juxtaposition to the smooth, dance beat that plays through the speakers. Lucidity fills the room—you’re hyper-aware yet unconscious: watching everything from an existential position and you're drunk off the omnipotence. It coats your body in this mesmerizing feel beyond comprehension. Something so shimmery and soft that you find comfort in it, yet houndingly aggressive that you're thrashed around in its throes. It only amplifies as time passes and you can't feel any fucking better.

Everything feels intense. On a molecular level, you can feel everything, and it’s a sensation that’s beyond your expectations. It's like…subhuman—or, no, rather, extraterrestrial: akin to otherworldly intensities that cannot be created nor replicated on Earth. You are somewhere else, reaching the heights beyond existence that bathe you in sweaty warmth and glittery kisses.

Not Heaven nor Nirvana, but something nameless. Something seedier and gutsy, gnarled in debauched patterns of unholiness and temptations, wrong in every right way, and bad in every good way. Where or whatever it is is uncharted but it is shared— and you’d stay here with her until it fades into nothingness.

You will stay here with her until it fades into nothingness. She is the nucleus of this illusory ecstasy-scape, and in her hands, you are guided along a path of pure, unadulterated, fantasy.

She is made up of raw vulgarity: it in its purest form as something seduces you into her proximity, begging you to bite the apple and see the light.

Just do it, it’d be so easy.

Don’t you want to taste it? The juice…the sweetness…feel the bite in your jaw?…

Put your mouth to it, let it lead you…

The voice in your head is distant yet wholly present. Almost as though it were whispering in your ear while directing your movements, pushing you deeper into the darkness. Where the light doesn't reach and the ambiguity of the following heightens is where it dwells: perfect, round, and red—shiny and plump and enticing—

Doesn't it look delicious?

It does.

Grab it, then.

It's in your hands now. Caressing it, you admire its magnificence. Soft skin, unplagued by irregularities and blemishes, rosy and inviting.

Bite it.

You lean in.

Head cocked at an opportune angle, lips parted readily, you lean forward…

A bite like a kiss…

A kiss like a bite?

Tender nibbles upon contact quickly morph into sloppy openings. Everything slops and clashes together, fighting aggressively in search of a fix. Fill that hungry, haunting void that grumbles in your stomach, aching terribly for sustenance.

You moan for it— whimpering a pathetic Please against her mouth and resting your forehead against hers. “Gimme…”

She laughs, cupping your pouty face in her palms. “Sweet girl,” she says, pecking your lips. “What do you need from me?”

Everything.

Her kisses feel like pillows all over your face. Gentle presses in a scattered manner, showering you with tender affection that blooms in your chest.

The heft that controlled your body has now morphed into feather-lightness—as though you weigh nothing and are floating across the Heavens. The colorful lights and bass-boosted music have ceased and you now reside in a dark room, illuminated by a single, dim night table lamp and ambient light leaking through crimson curtains. A bed sits beneath you, soft like clouds and cushioning you as you’re laid down on it, limbs stretched beneath her straddling.

She continues to kiss down your body, leaving your face and heading South to your neck, where her mouth latches and suckles on the skin. Your body has an immediate reaction: your eyes are fluttering closed and your hips are gyrating upwards, where your core catches her thigh and the throb that pumps through it harshens. You gasp out, grabbing the back of her head and tangling your fingers through her plum locks, pulling out the ponytail holder and letting limp curls coil down your forearm.

“You taste so good..so sweet,” she mumbles, pulling at the flimsy fabric of your top until the fabric screeches, a tear forming in the center. She continues to pull until the red garment is split in half, discarded to the side, and leaving you in your white bra. It's decorated in lace swirls and vines across the cups, peeking over in a rosette border that teases your assets. Enveloped in intricacies, you’re displayed beneath her as a decadent confection—ready to be devoured into nothingness. “I can’t get enough of you.” She says.

The silver clasp glints in her eye as it sits between your cleavage, asking for a break as your breasts hold it hostage. “May I?”

“Please,” you breathe out. At your heed, she pulls the hook apart with ease, and your boobs jump out of their confines.

She helps you shrug the material off your shoulders, soon tossing it off the side of your cloud-bed and leaving you bare from the waist up. You don't try to cower under attention. Instead, you revel in it, bathing in the rose tint she views you in and presenting yourself.

Humor is found in your actions, and she can't help but crack a smile at you. Her hand drives up from your navel and passes through the valley of your breasts to grapple around your neck. Fingers immediately press on the pressure points in your neck, making your [already] heavy eyes droop harder and your lips purse and part. You're lifted slightly off the bed, inches away from her face as she hovers over you.

“I don't know where to start,” she says, softly. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.”

“Do it all.” You lean up, chasing the distant feel of her lips. She hesitates to indulge you, going back and forth between leaning in and creating distance, leaving her in a silent push and pull where she defiantly fights the magnetism. “I'm all yours—”

“Mm mm.” She hums, shaking her head. She can't do this, she can't do you.

You nod your head, almost eagerly, chasing her lips. “Use me.”

No. She shakes her head no, leaning further back.

“Take me.” You say, following her actions.

No. I can’t.

“Ruin me.”

Her hand weakens around your neck, and you're quick to grab it, returning it to its place around your neck. Your eyes are polished and wide, wordlessly begging her for attention.

Meek squeaks slip out of your mouth as her grip returns, the pressure she applies being much tighter and more restrictive than previously. Still, your lips still find the courage to pull into a small smile, parting and making way for the whisper your voice has turned into. “Kafka,” you moan out, her name heavy on your tongue, “fuck me.”

She sits before you, sweet purplish hair framing around her pale frame, juxtaposing the deep, salacious fuschia that glares at you. An almost taunting glow emits from her as she ponders her next course of action— should she turn her mind off and act aimlessly, or should she retreat with sensibility? She's already come thus far, she’s already molded you in her palm, she's already invented a paradise for you…it is yours to defile as you please.

If you must beg her so wantonly, as though you’ll die without feeling her version of pleasure, she must forfeit the fight and succeed in the throes of ecstasy. She has been tempted.

Your wish is obliged with care. She pins you beneath her, diving back into where she left off with a searing fervor. Her lips leave stains of her red lipstick smeared across your chest, trailing streakily across the surface until she kisses around your right tit.

A line is drawn by her tongue from beneath your underboob area to your areola, pebbling the skin in her wake. Your nipples perk and harden, the left immediately becoming a target of bullying from her pinching fingers. Sharp, black almond nails cover the bud as she tweaks it harshly, immediately subduing your wince by licking over your right nipple.

Her eyes stay on your face as she enacts so, carefully dancing her tongue over and around it until she sucks it into her mouth, mimicking the suction with the pinch of her fingers. You moan out, throwing your head back and greeting the swirling sight of stars and glimmering streaks. They paint upon a blacked-out view, covering the inside of your eyelids with the visual manifestation of how you feel. Elated. Content. Pleasured. Something you've never felt before and it is…wow.

“Kaf…” you meekly whimper, unable to even say the rest of her name. Your hand presses her face closer to your chest, almost aiming to slowly ease your entire body into her mouth. It feels so fucking good— like nothing you've ever felt before and you don't want her to stop.

Your body is warm to the touch and it feels like your veins are pumping pure stardust. Her tongue swirls and loops around your nipple, slopping spit and vocal vibrations all over the sensitive bud, eliciting the sweetest broken moans from you. They're unabashed and full of weight, carrying the load of untouched desire.

How long have you been waiting for this?

Too long.

Was it worth the wait?

So, so worth it.

What do you want next?

“Touch me.” You don't even mean to say it out loud, but it slips out amongst the flurry of gasps you puff. Hips bucking desperately in search of something only to meet a sufficient source once every few thrusts. It’s not enough, you need the tingle between your legs tended to. “G-Goddammit, Kaf, please…”

She needs not another instruction, simply obliging your request with her hand making work of your pants, undoing the pesky clasps. Separating from you, she uses the opportunity to rid of her shirt, sliding her pants down her legs and kicking it all to the floor. Her hands grab at the belt loops, tugging the tight fabric slowly down your legs while maintaining eye contact.

Don’t take your eyes off me.

She doesn't even need to say it. You know it— as though it were an innate action hardwired into your very being.

You watch her intently as your pants are finally pulled off your legs, leaving the limbs angled up on her chest. Discarding your pants to the side, she runs her hands up and down your legs, kissing down the left from your ankle to your shin, to your knee, to your thigh, over to the other leg, and going back up.

“So patient..good girl. Letting me take my time with you…” she says, breathily. Kissing back down your leg, slowly positioning herself eye-level with your cunt. She licks a line from your hamstring to your panty-clad cunt, eyes still never leaving you. She kisses firmly on the wet spot that stretches over the seat of your white panties, leaving the remnants of her lipstick on the fabric in a kiss mark. You’re hot, throbbing, and soaking— primed for her demolition. “Want me here?”

You nod furiously, pushing yourself into her face. “Need you there.” You correct, hooking your fingers under the band of your underwear and awkwardly shimmying the garment off.

“Needy little thing, aren't you?” She muses, tucking her hair behind her ears. You slowly unveil yourself to her, letting the stuffy air draft over your wetness, pushing shivers down your spine. “Just waiting and waiting..oh, ‘m sorry…”

The prettiest pussy she’s ever seen awaits her attention. Eagerly beating at her, your cunt drools and shines, drowning itself in an overwhelming amount of arousal that even beads off the curve of your ass. All of this for her, only for her, because of her…Kafka might just be the luckiest woman in the universe.

She wedges herself tighter between your legs, feeling the heat that burns in you and smelling the sweetness just waiting to be swallowed. Her eyes go back up to you, catching the tears of frustration building, and her smile breaks wider.

“‘M sorry for making you wait so long.”

Spread ‘em.

You spread your legs wider to make space for her head, immediately throwing your head back when her exhale fans over your cunt.

Her tongue darts immediately toward your slobbering hole, licking up the tracks of arousal that spill down the fat of your ass. She slams her dominant hand down on your cheek, giving it a soft rub as she giggles at your wince-whimper combination. Her tongue draws looping circles around your entrance, slipping down and licking up the stray beads. She then drives it back up to your hole, pushing the muscle into your tight entrance with little force. Your eyes shoot open and you're adjusting to the new sensation, watching her intently as she creates a hard pace: in, out, in, out until she flickers the tip of her tongue over your fluttering hole and licks a flat strip halfway up through your folds before repeating.

The taste of you is already intoxicating. Unparalleled to anyone before you— you are pure and dripping raw ecstasy, lighting her body up in the wake of lightning. She can't get enough and moans into your cunt, rolling and spinning her tongue around your walls.

She hooks your right leg over her shoulder, slinking her arm beneath the limb and slithering her fingers to your neglected clit. Just hovering over the bud makes you shiver and buck into her mouth, so she takes the initiative to drive you fucking insane. Kafka must have some sort of magic touch, or she can read you like a first-grade book, because she presses down on the bud, rubbing it in a smooth back and forth. Your mind immediately short circuits and you're back on that illusory plane, feeling everything with such great intensity that you feel your orgasm building already.

Clenching around her tongue and bucking into her mouth lets Kafka know that you're about to cum. She pulls off, building up a ball of spit on her tongue and dropping it off between your folds.

Her ministrations on your clit cease as she uses her two fingers to part your labia, licking boldly between your lips and collecting a heap of sticky slick on her tongue. She hums contently, swallowing down the fluid with dramatized vocalizations and intense eye contact.

“You taste so good, baby.” She moans, sliding her left hand into her panties. She begins touching herself, grinding on her hand while licking the taste of you off her lips. “Want you to cum in my mouth, okay? Make..a big mess for me,”

She moans out so vulgarly, letting her hand on your pussy falter and tickle over your puffy clit.

It's only now that you see Kafka: untamed. This is her in her rawest form— lust-gone and hungry. Wasting no time in leaning forward and attacking your clit, sucking the bud with such eagerness that she hollows her cheeks, squeaking our obnoxious sucking sounds that bounce off the walls. The suction is so harsh that you can't help but screech, grabbing her hair and pulling the handful of locks taut against her skull.

You can tell she likes that. So you do it again, simultaneously humping into her mouth.

Be rough.

She tries to pull back but you keep her there, forcing her nose to sit atop the mound of your pussy and asphyxiating her slowly.

Be mean.

“That's it— l-like that..! F-fuck, Kaf,” you sputter, the new flickering of her tongue over your clit eliciting sharp rods of lightning to pierce all over your body. You have no control over the moans that leave your mouth because your body is so beyond itself—receiving a kind of satisfaction never experienced before and it's reveling in that, boiling itself in pure heat and pushing out creamy bubbles. “Fuck—make me cum.”

She forces her head up against the behest of your hand, gasping in a big heap of air. Her face is flushed and wet, wearing the effect your pussy leaves on her, and yet, it still earns a piercing slap that sends her head in the opposite direction.

Oh, good. That was good.

Before you can stumble out an apology, she sneers at you. “Yeah? Is that how you're feeling?”

You didn't mean to do it—you don't know what came over you— “N-no—”

“Do it again.”

Kafka’s word is absolute and you have no room to disobey. You cock your arm back and swing, slapping her with a lot less force than before.

She grabs your hand and forces it to the back of her head, and you instinctively grab onto the hair. “Remember what you do to me…” she says, sticking her fingers into her mouth and suckling on the digits. Just as she pops them out of her mouth and directs them to your pussy, she looks back up at you. “You’re in control. Make me.”

Famous last fucking words.

The next few actions are melted together in a blur of galaxies and tears, ceasing to have a tangible visual but proceeding to wreck your body into oblivion. Kafka has sucked your clit until it's swollen, pleading to be left alone but consistently the target of merciless abuse. It doesn't help that it acts as though it were a self-destruct button—every ministration rendering your body stiff and turbulent: quivering beneath rigid curlings and tightenings.

You’re coasting through the skies with her head working between your legs, sucking the taste right off your pussy until it cries some more. It is an endless cycle of overwhelming pleasure that only builds upon itself, forming into an unstable, grandeur tower of lusty goodness that threatens to come crashing down.

She licks and sucks fervently, determined to yank your orgasm from your depths and taste the purest essence of you. And you are a victim to it— pulling half of her hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking yourself on her face, desperately chasing the epicenter of your orgasm to make it let go.

“F-fucking me s-so good, Kaf—!” You squeal, feeling your stomach bubble and tighten. “C-close!!!”

Let go.

It's too much. It's so fucking good—good Lord—

Just cum.

Rightthererightthere– “Hnngggh—just like t-that! Shit!”

She sucks so hungrily on your pussy, eating you like a rabid dog on a fresh piece of meat. Her tongue is doing this you can't even describe and the images you see as a result are skewed.

Pretty visuals of clouds raining intergalactic hearts over a foggy sky and lightning streaks of ecstasy fill your fucked up head, imitating the euphoric feeling imposed on your body. You're so close—your body twitches and your eyes cry, pleasured sobs leaving your mouth as everything good attacks you all at once.

Be a good girl. Cum.

Kafka’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels your floodgates break— the orgasmic wave pushing out of your pussy and all over her face. The cry that's ripped from your throat is visceral and guttural, tearing your throat to shreds and rendering you a weeping mess.

If getting eaten felt good, orgasming feels even better. It feels cosmic—irreplaceable and delectable from beginning to end. And Kafka fucks you through it, flicking her tongue through your folds and slurping up your juices with a wide smile.

Give in; let it take you.

Stuck in the heat of euphoria, you only float higher to heights uncharted, soaring freely. Light reaches out to you in fragmented rays, calling to you in the galactic darkness to follow its way.

This is goodness. Everything holy and unholy; everything sacred and desecrated; everything clean and everything dirty; a culmination of unchained, terrific bliss right in your core.

It was always there, you just needed it out of you.

Now that you have it, nothing will be the same. So long as it still exists.

[megistusdiary]

THREESOME WITH ARLECCHINO AND KAFKA???? I KNOW THEYRE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES BUT GOSH THEYRE SO??? FATHER AND MOTHER 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Imagine you're strung up by Kafka's strings your wrists tied together above your head while Arlecchino's claws dig into your thighs, spreading your legs out. Arlecchino, whose words and touch is so rough and mean, degrading you when you babble you can't take another orgasm as she thrusts into you. Kafka, who whispers sweet praises and her fingers, so tender and feather light, toys with your clit and your chest.

Arlecchino, despite being relentless and rough, forcing you to take all of her again and again, is at least generous, allowing you to release all over her. With Kafka, with her gentleness comes the cruelty of her teasing. When she's eating you out, nothing you do can stop her from savoring you, a swipe over your slit or a nip at your nub, but never allowing you to come.

And finally, the most cruelest thing they've done to you, is make you watch. Watch as the two of them take one another, a fascinating struggle of dominance as one mounts on top of the other, but they know it's just a show to torment you. You can't even relieve yourself, but once they've finished they untie you so you can clean up the both of them with your tongue. Tasting one of them's essence off of the other is something you'll never grow tired of.

Anyways. I'm just a little downbad.

~🩸

mother and father tag-teaming you omlll

when you've been good, they like to share you ♡

(nsfw utc)

they loveee tying you up. arlecchino always eats you out first, leaving you with clawed up thighs. all the while, kafka is kissing down your neck, teasing your nipples, wrapping her lips around them.

once they deem you ready, arlecchino is fucking you slow and deep at first, but with a force. kafka slots herself right over your mouth, telling you to "eat mommy out, sweetie."

arlecchino yanks your hips back against her, the sound of skin slapping together, defeaning as she takes you. if she's feeling generous, she'll slide her fingers towards your clit, rubbing tight circles with her thumb as you moan into kafka, causing her own thighs to tremble.

but when you've been bad?

oh, they're not touching you at all.

you'll stay nice and tied up, watching them from an armchair in the corner. their kisses are all tongue and teeth, a show of dominance between the two, hands sliding all over each other.

arlecchino might even turn kafka's chin, telling her, "what a desperate little slut, isn't she?" just loud enough for you to hear and whine, struggling against your bindings.

arlecchino makes you watch her fuck kafka, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you beg them to let you touch or just for anything

if they're merciful, they'll take your bindings off, making you crawl up onto the bed naked and clean them both up.

arlecchino's cock is coated with a mixture of her and kafka's cum, the same as kafka's cunt, and they watch as you lick at both of them.

"so pathetic." arlecchino sighs, leaning her palm on her chin as you lap up the slick on her, trading off to run your tongue up kafka's slit, to which she calls you her "good little girl."

[crguang]

somethin’ bout those tears of yours… how does it feel to be adored?

Shrieks or symphony? They’re all the same to her. However, your cries will always sound better than any orchestra.

warnings: smut, finger fucking, kafka eating pussy like i know she can, afab!reader, dom!kafka (duh), dacryphilia (thats the whole point of this if im honest)

wc: 3,2K

A/N: wow guys um. this didn’t go as planned but im not really complaining, i never write smut so i dont know whats going on but enjoy nonetheless

As eloquent as Kafka is, she can’t seem to be able to put into words why the sight of your shiny eyes and pouty lips moves her so.

It’s not so much a feeling of pity they rouse as a sort of pleasure that courses through her like rain seeping into clothes. It’s a soft delight, the kind she recognizes as when she closes her eyes and lets the high notes of a violin fill her senses. Emotion twisting your features is like a carefully building crescendo— first come the furrowed brows, then the scrunch of your pretty nose and the tremble in your lips, and finally, big, fat glassy tears running along your full cheeks. The melody reaches its climax as your eyes meet hers, the dulcet tones of your poorly contained cries bringing forth something Kafka’s never found in another person. It’s a sadistic sort of pleasure to experience, perhaps, not that she’d ever care about the gaps in her morality.

She particularly enjoys the gloss in your gaze when she’s between your slick thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Kafka sometimes rolls her eyes at how easily you are taken by emotion—she’s almost certain it’s a facade, it has to be— and thinks you’re working in the wrong business, but she can’t complain when you’re such a pretty crier. Like a loyal dog, she makes your wants happen regardless of whether you find the courage to utter them. Your jaw clenches in anger after a rude interaction with a stranger, and Kafka threatens him in an alley. Her finger’s always been loose on the trigger. Your hand trails down her bicep in that purposeful way that lets her know you want her, and Kafka buries her nose in your cunt until tears cloud your vision and you’re firmly pulling her mouth away with a hand in her hair. She takes in a breath, lips parted and coated in arousal, as she revels in the way your chest stutters and your wet eyelashes flutter. You’re at your prettiest like this; bare, sweaty, pliable under her steady hands. What a sight it makes.

Kafka sighs lustfully, a palm against her cheek as she lets the thoughts dissipate. You haven’t noticed her stare yet, too preoccupied by your argument with Silver Wolf to spare her a glance. She doesn’t care to listen in and instead waits until the heated debate inevitably has you stomping towards her with an irritated pout. Your arms cross over your chest and the crease between your brows deepens when you plant yourself in front of her.

“This girl will argue over anything.”

Kafka’s usual smile doesn’t faze you, nor does the way her fingertips linger on your skin when she pushes strands of hair out of your face. She only hums in acknowledgment. Your nose bridge is crinkled in frustration, as is the corner of your eyes, and it’s almost enough to hear the familiar symphony that sounds between her ears. If Kafka were to psychoanalyze her every thought, she’d have wondered if witnessing strong emotional responses fascinates her because she doesn’t have any. People attract what they lack, do they not? It would explain the shiver that caresses her spine when she’s face to face with a pleading victim. Her pupils grow twice in size to take in as much of the scene as possible, and she lets violins and cellos reach their crescendo in her mind until death descends and everything stops. The following silence brings satisfaction, a fitting end to a beautiful symphony.

Silver Wolf passes by the two of you with her eyes glued to her phone screen and mutters a mocking comment she intends for you to hear. You grit your teeth. The whole thing’s pretty childish and certainly unserious, but you both have strong opinions on what constitutes a good video game, apparently.

“She likes to rile you up,” Kafka grips your chin with three fingers and turns you back toward her. “Don’t mind her.”

“I’m not letting myself be bullied by a girl who can’t reach the highest cupboard without a chair,” you say the last part loud enough for Silver Wolf to give you the middle finger as she walks away.

With the source of your frustration gone, your muscles relax bit by bit until you’re sighing and running a hand down your face.

“I need some air.”

Kafka fetches your coat.

You’ve forgotten the entire ordeal when you and Kafka step outside of a clothing store, a spring in your step that appeared after the two of you spent half an hour looking at leather jackets. You ended up buying one for yourself after Kafka’s extensive comments and suggestions. The paper bag sways as you walk through the busy streets of an unfamiliar city. You’ve never been to this planet before, everything was a sight you wished you could stop and admire for more than a few minutes but being a Stellaron Hunter didn’t come with vacations. You were here on a job and would be leaving in two days, according to Elio’s script. The first part is done, the second takes place tomorrow, which allows you a moment of reprieve to simply wander around this strange city. Your sense of orientation and perception is excellent but you let Kafka lead you through bustling markets and tight alleys to get back to the base. She doesn’t say it but you know this wide detour is a way for you to take in as much of the city as you can, so you pretend not to see the man hurriedly making his way towards you and let him push you closer to her in order to grab her hand, effectively steadying you. Neither of you lets go the whole walk home.

The place is quiet when you make it back two hours later. Silver Wolf is probably curled up in a corner with a game and the others are nowhere to be seen. You waste no time in pulling out the jacket and discarding the bag once in the living area, taking off your current coat to shrug the new one on. Kafka takes a seat on a couch, one leg over the other, her chin in the palm of her hand as she watches you.

You carefully adjust the collar and tug on the jacket so it fits perfectly, then turn towards her.

“So? Does it look as good on me as you said it would?”

The corner of Kafka’s mouth lifts as she replies, “Hm… Swirl a little for me.”

You turn a few times, allowing her to see every angle. You zip it all the way up but decide you like the look better when the jacket is open. You even take some steps to and fro, delighting in the way Kafka’s usually blank gaze diligently follows your movements.

“Yes,” she finally says after a moment, “you definitely make it work.”

“Yeah? You’d pick me up from a bar?”

There’s a playful tilt to your voice when the question leaves your lips. Kafka’s smile widens. Her eyes lazily trail down your figure, then back up to your face. She leans back into the couch and tilts her head slightly to the side, fixing you with a level stare.

“I would.”

You hum in thought as you step close enough to settle on her lap, knees on each side of her hips. Kafka doesn’t move when your hands clasp around her neck. You see the amused twitch of her lips, though.

“Do you think I’d look super mysterious so you’d approach me to see what my deal is?”

“No. You’re too expressive to be mysterious.”

That answer makes your brows furrow and your nostrils flare.

“Just like that,” Kafka teases.

You roll your eyes. “So you’d only approach me for my looks? How romantic of you.”

“I’m not trying to be romantic. But,” a gloved hand sneaks under your shirt, fingers splayed out over the expanse of your back as they trace the bones of your spinal cord, “I could show you a very good time.”

“Oh, really?” You watch her peach lips when she speaks, absentmindedly leaning closer.

She hums in agreement. Her free hand comes to rest on your waist while the other leisurely wanders up and down your back. Her gloves are thin and the fabric feels expensive against your bare skin. You don’t notice how close you’ve gotten until you look up to see Kafka’s lidded eyes fixed on yours. A shiver runs through you when the pad of her fingers reaches your nape.

“You’d leave with me, wouldn’t you?” She asks with a low drawl to her words.

Kafka’s pleasure in asking questions she already knows the answers to is lost on you. She revels in making you admit things you’d otherwise keep to yourself in an attempt to fluster you, and loves watching you fight with yourself while thinking of a response. Surprising her is no easy feat but is always a treat.

“Maybe.” You say simply.

“Maybe? I’m offended.”

“You’ll live.”

“Hm. Perhaps I should be more convincing, then.”

Her chin tilts upwards and your eyes close to await a kiss that never comes. You feel Kafka’s steady breath on your lips for a moment before she leans back and raises an amused eyebrow at you. There’s a crease between your brows when you meet her teasing gaze.

“What? Were you expecting something?”

You decide to play her game and jut out your bottom lip in a petulant pout. Her lenses don’t hide the way her eyes catch the movement.

“Are you saying you’re not going to kiss me?” You whine a little, pulling her closer by the back of her neck.

The hand that was on your waist lifts to take hold of your chin. Kafka swipes her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Is that what you want?”

The cocky smile painting her face annoys you, but you know that she’ll give you what you want. She always gives you what you want. You nod, and as your lashes flutter you can tell the exact moment she realizes your submission is an act. A low chuckle leaves her, the hand on your back trails up to close around your nape in a forceful grip, and she harshly pulls you to her until your mouth crashes on hers. It’s a rough and hurried kiss; you feel her tongue push past your lips as you try to match her pace. Kafka keeps you where you are with only a hand and forces you to follow her lead, a clear reminder of who’s in charge between the two of you. Your guts tighten as she kisses you long enough that you have to exhale sharply through your nose to avoid getting dizzy. Her tongue explores your mouth like it already knows where everything is and swirls around yours in a way that has you arching against her.

You recognize the look in Kafka’s eyes when she suddenly pulls away, bottom lip shining with saliva. You’re sure she can feel your heartbeat sending ripples through your chest with how close it is to hers. An unapologetic smile makes its way onto your face. You take great pleasure in knowing she’ll make you regret your blatant manipulation.

Frustration builds inside you at the same unhurried pace as Kafka’s single digit plunging into your cunt. Her lips ignore your clit as they plant wet kisses to your slick folds, her tongue occasionally dipping between them with strokes far too light for your liking. It’s been half an hour and Kafka’s still between your thighs, savoring the taste of your arousal with no care for your release. Her gloved finger feels good against your walls and the wet sounds it makes as she thrusts it inside you only turns you on more, but it’s not nearly enough to make you come. Your wrists tug on their restraints— the glowing pink silk keeps them above your head on the mattress, unable to move. You tilt your head to the ceiling and groan for the hundredth time.

“Kafka, come on…” Your whine is real this time as you look down at her figure between your legs.

Kafka only hums over your twitching clit, then deserts it completely and raises her head to meet your eyes. Arousal stains her mouth, giving it a pretty sheen like the one on her favorite coat. Her finger opts for a massage and rubs your clenching walls as your lips part to let out another pained whine. Kafka watches the way your hips greedily chase your release, bucking towards her appreciative mouth.

A breathy moan breaks your pout when her tongue licks a long stripe up your slit. It’s warm and wet against you, and it sends pleasant shivers down your spine every time it makes contact with your needy cunt. Kafka takes her time tasting you and it’s in moments like these where you curse her patience. She has no issue working you up for hours because she knows the end results will be satisfactory, so she turns a deaf ear to your complaints and pleas. There’s a coil in your belly begging to burst and you can’t do anything but try to get Kafka to care.

“Please? Give me more…”

Kafka’s lips abandon your folds with a wet sound. She sighs exaggeratingly and adjusts herself between your thighs so she’s kneeling, then holds you down with a hand on your hip.

“So noisy,” she says, a glint in the depths of her eyes that you’re not sure you like. “Don’t make me shut you up.”

“Don’t be mean.” You groan in frustration when her finger completely stops moving inside you. “Come on.”

“Mean?” Kafka repeats, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Fine.”

She plunges three fingers inside your waiting cunt at once, hard and fast, and the sudden intrusion has you choking out a surprised moan.

“W—Wait—“

You don’t have time to adjust to the stretch, she doesn’t let you. The next breath gets caught in your throat as her fingers drive inside you with a speed you’re not accustomed to, effectively shutting you up. She brings her other hand to press rough circles on your clit, forcing the sensations to overwhelm you completely. Your hips stutter. It feels good beyond the initial shock, great, and you’re still huffing out short gasps while you eagerly take in her digits. Your vision blurs at the edges. You can still make out Kafka’s intense gaze on your face, drinking in your expression like the sight alone could make her come.

Once you get used to the rhythm, moving against her hand and sighing in relief, Kafka stops entirely. You struggle to let out a pained noise as her fingers leave your cunt at once before you even have time to beg.

“No,” you whine, “please…”

You’re getting irritated and desperate, the feeling curls around your throat and threatens to spill in an embarrassing sob. You swallow it as Kafka slips two fingers past her lips. She suckles on them while you try to control your breathing, taking longer breaths and willing your heart to slow down lest it bursts. The digits come out wet with a mix of saliva and arousal. She spreads them apart to see the sticky string that connects them, before bringing them down to smear it over your sex in a teasing manner.

You exhale sharply when her thumb swipes over your clit a few times, not enough to build your orgasm back up despite the pleasure it brings. You tug on your restraints a second time and feel humiliated when Kafka only watches you with lidded eyes and a happy smile. You know what she’s after, what she wants from you. It’s the only way you can get her to fuck you like she means it, so you take another deep, shaky breath and keep quiet.

“Oh…?” Kafka’s middle finger circles your entrance when she witnesses your resolve. She doesn’t say another word, simply pushes it inside in slow thrusts.

You bite into the flesh of your cheek as her thumb massages the base of your clit then teases the tip. Your chest heaves but you’re determined not to make a sound. She masturbates you the way she wants to; circles your pulsing clit, slides a forefinger between your slick folds, watches the way her middle one disappears inside your cunt as if swallowed. You take it like she wants you to, also, because she’s the only one who can push you over the edge. When you least expect it, Kafka thrusts three fingers inside you at the same pace as earlier, knocking the wind out of you until you’re a moaning mess. With every sharp thrust and the pressure on your clit, you get closer to your release. Then she stops, drastically slows down to a mere massage that has your nose scrunching up and your lips trembling. A lump forms in your throat after she denies you for the third time.

She plays you like a string instrument, denies you relief she knows you crave, until your brows twist in that pretty, familiar way and she hears the bright, crisp tones of a melody meant for her ears only. Her lips part and the pupils beneath her lenses swallow the pink of her irises. She stills, muscles taut, senses attuned to every crease of your skin and quiver of your features. You take in a shuddering breath through your mouth, your eyes screwed shut in frustration and need and finally, you cry. Fat tears spill from the corner of your eyes and slide down your skin into your ears. Kafka’s reaction is instant. Her fingers drill into you, fast, rough, unrelenting. She moves to hover over you as your orgasm builds in your belly and reverently kisses your tears as they escape your eyes. Her mouth is gentle while her fingers are not; there’s a distinct ringing inside her head when the sound of your whimpers hits her ears and the salt of your tears coats her lips. It’s as she feels your cunt squeeze tight around her fingers while she softly shushes you that Kafka realizes something else.

You come with a broken cry, pleasure coursing through your body like a sudden shock as the coil in your stomach finally bursts. Kafka tears herself away from your glistening face to watch how you gush over her fingers and ruin the sheets under you. The sticky mess makes her own cunt clench, she particularly enjoys how messy things can get during sex. Her silk glove is positively dirty, the material gleams in the light and is thick with your arousal when she takes her fingers out of you.

You’re coming down from your high with your nose buried in Kafka’s neck, and occasional sniffles can be heard as her cleanest hand strokes your hair. This feeling she’s become familiar with suddenly has a name, it swirls around her ribs and snakes under the sturdy walls of her heart. Kafka doesn’t need to be eloquent to know that she adores you. She adores you especially when she makes you cry because she can soothe it all away afterwards.

[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.

[instaspacenoodles]

‎˗ˏˋ》 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 after a rough day. All you wanted was to not think about anything else and, oh she was ready to deliver. She tightens her hold on the elemental strings that wrapped around your limbs, restraining your bare body further into the soft linen below. Unable to move, you were at her complete mercy.  

Of course, she wastes no time riling you up. Her touch light as it drags across your stomach all the way to cup your breasts. She gives it a testing squeeze and smirks at the way you gasped. Her thumb rolls over your perky little nipples again and again to drive you absolutely crazy. Whenever you squirmed, the restrains tighten against your skin and even zaps you with her elemental power. 

Her voice, low and sultry, purrs teasing remarks in your ear — especially when she feels just how wet you’ve become already. Oh, your poor little panties being so soaked down there. Moans tumbles from your lips along with desperate pleads for her touch on your core. You wanted her fingers, craved it even. How could she say no when you begged so sweetly to feel her fingers inside you?

“𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞~ 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

— Yinlin, Yelan, Kafka  

[wanderingconstellations]

fem reader. cock can be interpreted as strap. wlw. this is to make up for that unfinished silverwolf post.

women who pound into you relentlessly, not even letting get a breather after your previous orgasm. your walls are just spasming around them, clenching and sucking them in every time they pull out. your pussy is so overstimulated, it makes you tear up when you feel the knots in your stomach snap again.

"give me one more 'kay?" she murmurs as her hips stutter for a few moments, letting you ride off your high with loud cry. she caressed your hips, soon leaning down to kiss your sweaty forehead.

"such a good girl, f'me.." she breathed, gradually now starting to slowly fucking your greedy pussy again n' moving her finger down to rub slow circles on your neglected clit.

"love my darling soo much.."

— SILVERWOLF, SERVAL, COCOLIA, kafka, ningguang, YELAN, YAE MIKO, DEHYA, navia + all ur faves <3

[kawaiigirly21]

Husband and Wife: Chapter 3

“Before we continue, I just want to ask, Natasha, are you in any way related to applicant Kafka Hibino?” One of her fellow officers asked her while they sat at the meeting. Taking in a deep breath, Natasha revealed the truth. “He’s my husband.” While a few of them were shocked, most of the officers at the table simply nodded and moved on to the next subject. “Wait, you’re not gonna interrogate me? Ask me how long I’ve been married? Nothing?” “Well it’s not really any of our business is it? As long as he doesn’t get any special treatment and you keep your PDA behind closed doors, we have nothing to add.” Mina replied.

Sometime later, the ceremony to induct the newest officers was underway. Standing in the corner next to Hoshina, Natasha fought the urge to smile when Kafka tiptoed in the room minutes late. Prior to this, she held a serious yet solemn expression thinking he didn’t make the cut. Though she was at the meeting, the only time they brought up Kafka was the conversation about her relation to him. “I had this man sit out the induction ceremony. He’ll be enrolled as a cadet for the time being.” Mina spoke. ‘Oh, so that’s the plan. I can rock with that.’ Natasha thought.

After Mina’s speech and making Kafka do 30 push ups for calling her out of her rank, Natasha smiled before walking up to him. Her formal uniform hugged her body in all the right ways. “Hibino, come. We need to talk.” On the outside she was calm as ever. But on the inside, she was freaking the fuck out. This would be the first time they would be alone for 2 years. And she wasn’t the only one whose nerves were jumbled. Kafka could barely breathe properly as he followed Natasha to an empty room and he felt his nerves tangle more as he heard the door lock behind them.

He didn’t want to mess up the reunion by saying or doing anything stupid. “I missed you so much Kafka.” Natasha whispered as she pressed her body against the man whose back was against the wall. “I missed you too baby.” Words at the moment were scarce but who needed words when their lips could do all the talking they needed. The moment Natasha’s glossy lips met Kafka’s, the floodgates opened. 2 years worth of lust and loneliness unleashed in a simple kiss that turned into a heavy makeout. Hands were roaming every inch of each other’s bodies and quiet yet needy moans could be heard throughout the dimly lit room.

Pulling away from the steamy kiss, Natasha smiled softly. “I wanna do something for you.” Slowly, the woman unbuckled her husband’s belt and palmed his hardening cock before getting on her knees and pulling his pants down just enough for the large appendage to spring free. “I forgot how big you were, baby.” She giggled while Kafka bit his lip and watched in anticipation as Natasha brought his cock to her lips and kissed the tip before pushing it into her mouth. Clasping a hand over his own mouth, Kafka fought the urge to let out the most pornographic moan he ever made in his life.

Here he was, in a dimly lit room half dressed while his incredibly sexy wife was sucking his dick. He was fighting for his life here! He hadn’t had any kind of sexual touch from her in 2 whole years. This is the first time they’ve been able to actually talk to each other and his wife decides to forgo any kind of conversation and go straight into making up for lost time. “Mm! Baby…Oh fuuuck~ Feels so good~” He moaned quietly. Trying to trust himself enough to not need to cover up his sounds again.

However, that plan failed instantly the moment he looked into her beautiful eyes and watched as she took his entire cock down her throat. “Ahhh!~” The sound he made he was sure was one everyone heard. But with his hot wife sucking his cock like her life depended on it and her tits now on full display just for him, he had little to be embarrassed about. “So sexy~ You’re so sexy baby! Gonna make me cum! Wanna cum on your pretty tits! Can I? Please?” Not one to deny a request from her lovable husband, Natasha pulled her mouth off his cock and bit her lip watching Kafka stroke his cock until he released his load on her breasts.

“Oh fuck! Natasha!!~” Coming down from his high, Kafka smiled at his wife who shared his big dumb grin and kissed him once more. “I really missed you baby. I love you.” She smiled. “I missed you too, baby. And I love you more.” Kafka replied. “Oh shoot, I’m a mess.” Natasha groaned before pulling a small pack of tissues from her pocket. “Before you do that.” Suddenly, Kafka pushed Natasha against the wall and kissed her once more. This time, the kiss was firm and lustful. His fingers lifted up her skirt and dragged her panties down her legs before they slid in between her folds.

“K-Kafka!” Natasha almost protested but the look in her husband’s eyes was all too familiar. He had that same look on their wedding night which caused her to subconsciously open her legs more. “Gonna repay you baby. You’re always in charge of others right?” Natasha nodded before whimpering as she felt his thumb slide across her clit. “Now it’s my turn to take charge. Daddy’s here now, let him take care of you.”

[miyotastic]

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..?

[drippyrose]

Too much (its never enough.) 

A KafBlade x FemReader overly gratuitous smut fic. I had this on the brain for far too long. I am only mildly ashamed. (its nearly 19k words, i am very ashamed but oh well.) It is a very sweet marathon sex between the three of them in a loving poly relationship.

Summery

Switch Blade (Doms you, gets Dommed by Kafka)

Dom Kafka (uses a strap-on on reader.)

Sub Reader

No angst just love and lust.

(18,214 words) I beta-ed this myself so there might be errors.

Minors DNI (I can't stop you from reading but please do not interact I do not want to know.)

Arriving back at Base after the most recent intel gathering mission you, Kafka, and Blade closely walk side by side, the two being a little protective after an incident with a particularly pushy suitor and yourself not able to do anything due to the cover you were under. 

Now you were practically pulling the two inside, eager to rest with your two favourite people.

Kafka chuckled at your enthusiasm, following you out of the car. "Someone's in a hurry for cuddles," she teased, a playful spark in her eyes.

Blade, who was still standing nearby, rolled his eyes at your words, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Too much of a hurry." he said, but there was no bite in his tone. As everyone makes way inside, Kafka looped her arm through yours while Blade walked slightly behind you.

"Hehe, you like it though Bladie, or you wouldn't come with us." you chuckle softly, excited to finally get back to the comfort of Kafka’s room. She had it stocked with several pairs of both yours and Blade’s pajamas for moments like this, so no one wouldn't be left naked, but... "can we do naked cuddles?" 

Kafka's eyes gleamed at your suggestion, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, I like where this is going," she murmured, a hint of excitement in her voice hinting that it definitely wouldn’t just end at cuddles. "Naked cuddles? I'm definitely on board."

Blade let out a low, gruff sound, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. Despite his usual stoicism, even he couldn't deny the appeal of that idea, especially as he knew how ‘cuddling’ would end. "Fine, but I have one condition," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind.  "If we're going to do this, we have to establish some rules," 

You reach out your free hand to Blade wanting to begin the intimacy now to slowly work you up. "Oh? I'm interested in your rules Bladie, what is it you want to do tonight?" Blade could be hit or miss with his desires for intimacy, sometimes strictly cuddling, other times none of you would sleep till we're into the next day or he wouldn't be involved at all, either leaving you and Kafka alone or just watching.

"We need a safeword." Was his short, to the point answer. Kafka immediately nodded, you could see the gears in her head turning with all the ideas she had for tonight. You feel more excited at the prospect of a safe word, it means he really was willing to engage with you and Kafka today. "Of course, those are the fundamentals. I am happy with just cuddling if you really don't want to... have fun today Bladie."

Blade shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I want to be involved today," he admitted, his voice softer.

Kafka, who had been listening intently, let out a low murmur of approval. "That's good to hear," she said, her grip on your arm tightening slightly as she grew more excited. "So, what's our safe word?"

Blade paused for a thoughtful moment, considering potential safe words. "How about we use 'Stellaron'?" he proposed. "It's related to our work, but it's also a word we won't accidentally say in the heat of the moment."

Kafka nodded in agreement, her eyes locked on Blade. "Stellaron sounds good to me."

"That works for me." you say, "come on, let's go." Your excitement grew as you speed up your pace to get to Kafka’s room quickly so we could get started.

Kafka and Blade follow me, their own pace quickening to match your excitement. "Someone's eager," Kafka teases, a smirk on her face.

Blade chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fondness and desire. "She's not the only one." Kafka merely chuckled in agreement at his response. It wasn't often he'd admit just how much he enjoyed these moments, that rareness made it more special in a way. 

Kafka and Blade catch up to you, their energy matching yours. Kafka opens the door to her room, and the three of you step inside.

The room is dimly lit, with a comfortable queen-sized bed dressed in silvery linens. Soft moonlight filters in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the space. Kafka closes the door behind you, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Alright, let the fun begin." With that Kafka's hand finds yours, tugging you towards the bed. She sits down on the edge, her fingers intertwined with yours as she guides you to sit next to her.

Blade stands near the foot of the bed, his eyes watching you and Kafka. He takes off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair before moving a step closer. Kafka pats the space on her other side, gesturing for Blade to sit down. Blade hesitates for a moment, but the look in your eyes and the sight of you and Kafka together make him give in. He moves towards the bed and sits down next to Kafka, his eyes never leaving you both.

Kafka's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. She turns her head to press a kiss to your forehead before looking up at Blade with a smile.

"Now that we're all here, where do we begin?"

"What do you want to do Kafka? You always have fun ideas." You know, leaving it to her was a dangerous move, but you wanted her pleasurable danger this evening, especially with the incident from the mission on your mind.

Kafka's smile widens at your question, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She knows exactly what she wants to do.

"Hmmm, well...if you're leaving it up to me..." she purrs, her hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh. You blush at the feeling of her predatory and her nails scraping your thigh softly. 

Blade, who has been silent thus far, speaks up. "I have a request." Your excitement sparks even more, he never has ideas or requests, usually just going with what Kafka says. 

"What is it Bladie?" you breathe, your heart picking up. 

Blade's voice is low, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to watch first."

Kafka's hand freezes on your thigh, her eyes snapping to Blade in surprise while her hand squeezes reflexively with her mounting excitement. "Watch?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Blade nods, his expression stoic yet hungry. "I want to watch the two of you together," he clarifies.

Kafka's eyes gleam with excitement at Blade's request. She turns her attention back to you, her hand continuing its lazy circles on your thigh, goosebumps rising to meet her fingers.

"You heard the man," she purrs. "He wants a show."

Blade watches us both intently, his expression stoic but the desire in his eyes is undeniable.

"Yea... let's give him one then." You boldly reach over and slide your hand up her thigh, tugging at the garter she had there, cheekily snapping it against her skin, not hard enough to hurt.

Kafka lets out a small gasp at your boldness, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans a little closer to me, her breath hitching at the feel of your hand on her thigh and the sound of the garter snapping against her skin.

"Someone's feeling adventurous," she murmurs, a smirk on her lips.

"What can I say, I know how you get you going.." you slide the garter off and clip it around your neck, like a collar, something she can use to tug you about as she pleases.

Blade's eyes are glued to your every move, watching intently as you and Kafka get things started.

Kafka's eyes widened at the sight of the garter now around your neck, a low moan escaping her lips. She reaches out, running a finger along the edge of it, then giving it a gentle, but firm tug. "You're teasing me again," she says, her voice laced with desire. "You know exactly how to get a reaction out of me, now be a good girl and get on all fours."

Blade's eyes are still fixed on the two of you, his expression growing more heated by the second.

You moan at the tug and comply, getting on all fours in front of her. Your hands run over her legs and down, playing with the straps on her heels, torn between removing them and asking if you can grind on them, or be stepped on. "I know what you like, and what you want to do to me..." 

Kafka's eyes darken even further at the sight of me on all fours before her, her grip on the garter tugging a bit firmer. She can't help but smirk, her dominant side starting to take over.

"Oh, you're so good at reading me, baby." she purrs, her voice silkier now. "But which do you want more? Want to play with my heels...or feel them step on you?"

You whine, not able to decide. You look over your shoulder at Blade and smile, sweet and submissive. "What do you want to see Bladie? Kaffie stepping on me or me grinding on her pretty shoes?"

Blade's eyes flicker between Kafka and you, taking in the scene before him. He can see the excitement and desire in both of our eyes, and he can't help but be turned on by the dynamic 

between us. "I..." he starts, his voice a little rougher than usual. "I want to see you grind on her shoes."

My heart picks up speed as Kafka's smirk widens at Blade's answer. You know she knows exactly what she's going to do, and it will be sweet torture.

You whine in excitement, looking back up at Kafka with a hot and heavy look, excited at the gleam in her eye. "Kaffie~ how are we doing this then?" 

Kafka's smirk turns into a full-blown grin at your excitement. "Oh, sweetheart, I have the perfect idea."

My skin tingles as she guides me to sit in front of her, your back to her. "Lean back against me," she instructs.

As you do, Kafka wraps her arms around your waist, her legs spreading a bit to cradle you in between them. She tears off your underwear, before one leg wraps over mine, the angle was a bit awkward but the cold heel of her shoe was pressed against your sensitive clit. you groan as she presses the heel of her shoe against your crotch, her leg pinning you against her, her hands holding firm, keeping you on display for Blade, making sure he can see everything. She leans in close, her breath hot against your sensitive ear. 

"Now, start grinding on my shoes like a good girl."

Your body does a full shiver, your eyes already rolling back. "Mmh, Kafka... Blade..." you mumble their names as you begin to grind as much as you can. You can't move much in this position and all it was doing was teasing me. But you couldn't stop, you were already so desperate for some friction. 

Kafka holds me tightly, her grip firm as she guides your movements on her shoe. She seems to relish in the little gasps and moans escaping your lips, her own breathing growing shallow as she feels me grind against her.

You peek over at Blade, his eyes are fixed on us both, drinking in the sight before him. He's watching intently, his expression hungry with desire as you moan their names again. The sight of you trapped on Kafka's lap, grinding helplessly against her shoe, is clearly having a noticeable effect on him.

You huff and moan, trying to get as much friction as you can on your aching bundle of nerves. "Kafka... ngh..." You catch blades expression and it just makes you hotter, how lustful he looks compared to his usual stoic look just set me off. "Bladie..."

Kafka's grip tightens around you, her own excitement building as she watches you grind on her shoe. She can feel how turned on you are, and the sight of you moaning and mewling for more is driving her crazy.

Blade's eyes are dark, his expression a mix of hunger and desire as he watches us  Hearing me call out his name sets him off, you knew this, he can't help but let out a groan, the sound deep and guttural. "You're both so hot like this," he breathes, his voice gruff with need.

You moan his name again, enjoying the fact that your pleasure excites him. Kafka presses her shoe harder into your crotch and your head falls back onto her shoulder with a moan. "Kafka... I need more.." you whine, you wanted to do more. Move your hips more and please her.

Kafka's grip on you tightens as you moan her name again, her own excitement rising at the sound of your pleasured whines. She's thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm and beg for more.

She holds you a little tighter, her shoe pressing even firmer against your aching bundle. "Is this what you want, sweetheart?" she purrs in your ear. "You want more, don't you?" My hips jump in response, you try to move faster, but it still feels teasing.

Blade's eyes are still fixed on the two of you. You can still hear his breathing getting heavier as he watches the scene play out before him. He's becoming more and more riled up by the minute, you could tell without even looking at him.

You felt the need for more building, so in another bold move, you lift your hand up and pull her head down slightly, whispering in her ear what you want. "I want to eat you out while I grind on your shoes... please.." wanting to keep some suspense for Blade of what we'd do next.

Kafka's breath hitches at your words, her eyes darkening with desire, hearing what you want.

"Oh, sweetheart," she husks, her voice dripping with need. "That sounds like a delicious idea."

She shifts her grip on me, adjusting your position so that you’re straddling her leg, your core firmly pressed against her shoe. The manhandling just makes me wetter, the shoe already drenched with your juices.

Blade's eyes narrow, his own excitement growing as he waits to see what's coming next.

She loops a finger through the garter around your neck and pulls me close to her crotch. You look up at her with excitement and arousal, waiting for her to say yes before doing anything. Completely under her command. She taps your aching clit with her shoe impatiently, "Come on sweetheart, get to it." 

You moan softly and Kafka's grip tightens on the garter around your neck, pulling you closer to her. She can likely see the excitement and anticipation in your eyes, and she's loving every moment of it.

She looks down at me, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "Go on," she instructs, her voice low. "Show me how much you want it."

In an instant your head disappears under her dress with a whine and you lick a stripe up the centre of her panties while beginning to hump her foot indulgently, immediately taking a moderate pace, needing to feel the way her shoe slides against your dripping folds.

Kafka's breath hitches at the sudden feeling of your head under her dress, a pleased moan escaping her lips. You feel her quiver, and she can't help but pull on the garter a little firmer, keeping me close to her.

She looks down at you with hooded eyes, her breathing heavy as she watches me begin to hump her foot. "Such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" she huskily whispers, clearly enjoying the sight.

You moan at the taste of her, one hand holding you in place, wrapped around her leg while your hips find pleasure on her shoe and your other hand creeps up and tugs her panties down just enough to tease her folds with your tongue.

You revel in Kafka's gasps as you tease her folds with your tongue, her grip on the garter tightens as she tries to keep herself steady. "Fuck, you're too good at this," she moans, her other hand moving to grip the side of your head, fingers curling around your sensitive ear and rubbing softly before tugging you closer with it. 

You moan now, the sound indulgent but muffled, it really sounded like you were enjoying a wonderful meal. 

"You two are really trying to drive me insane, aren't you?" Blade chuckles darkly. 

You hear him and suddenly have a wicked idea. It would slow your progress but you had to do it. You pull away for a moment pulling off her soaked panties and tossing them behind me, making sure they land on Blade before diving back in, eating Kafka out in earnest.

Kafka watches as the panties land on Blade, a small smirk tugging at her lips. But any thought of him is quickly shoved from her mind when you dive back in, and she's once again overwhelmed with pleasure.

"F-fuck," she gasps, her hand gripping your hair tightly. "You and your little ideas," she moans, hips arching involuntarily towards your mouth.

You hear Kafka chuckle hoarsely, her voice then purring with pleasure "Bladie is being perverted Sweetheart, he enjoys his gift very much." You could only imagine what Blade was doing with Kafkas panties, but when you hear him undo his zipper, you knew he was going to do exactly what you knew he would.

You resume humping kafkas shoe, the friction of the straps actually pushing you close to a climax. You circle Kafka’s sensitive bud of nerves with your tongue hoping to bring her to a climax as well. 

You could distantly hear deep groans from behind you, signaling that giving Blade Kafka’s wet panties was the last straw of his restraint, and he was now pleasuring himself to the show you were putting on for him.Your body was on edge with all the sensations and sounds, you needed so badly to cum.

You could hear Kafka breath hitch and feel a shiver run through her. She bit her lip, the pleasure mixing with a hint of surprise. Her eyes flickered to you, a mixture of desire and curiosity in her gaze. As she watched you, she could hear Blade's muffled groans, the sounds of his pleasure evident in the air. The thought of him watching them, and getting off to them was making it even harder to hold back.

"Mmmh Kafka... mistress..." You moan into her folds sliding one hand up to thumb her sensitive bud while your tongue goes down to push in and out of her entrance. 

Blades groans and the wet sounds of him stroking himself were making your hips grind faster, seeing your pleasure.

Kafka's eyes fluttered, her breath hitching as you called her mistress. She was definitely enjoying your choice of address and the way you were making her feel right now.

Blade, on the side, was watching the two of you with increasing intensity. His hand moved faster as he watched you pleasuring her, his own moans and sounds making both of you even more worked up.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes locked on you two. "You two... sexy.." he stroked himself with Kafka’s panties now, soaking them with his own pleasure.

You work your tongue faster, almost obscene noises coming from your mouth and her core. You mumble near incoherent moans of her name in your desire to make her come. "Mph, please... come.. Kafka... come..." your hips stutter, your pace of your grinding faltering as you hold yourself back from coming.

Kafka's breaths come in short, shallow gasps as you work your magic on her. She feels herself getting close, the sounds you're making only adding to the intensity.

"Oh god, yes... don't stop," she manages to gasp out, her grip on your hair tightening slightly in pleasure. Your mumbled incoherence nearly drives her over the edge, and she's desperately holding herself back as you work toward bringing her over the edge.

Blade is still stroking himself next to you, his eyes fixed on you and Kafka. His own breathing is heavy, and he's clearly struggling to hold back. "Fuck... you're both so good," he groaned, his eyes dark with desire.

As Kafka's moans grow louder, Blade reaches out to touch her thigh, his grip on himself tightening. "You're so close, huh? Don't fight it.." he murmured, his voice low and breathy.

At your audience's behest, your hips shudder, your muffled moans grow louder and you come on Kafka’s shoe. You bury your face as far as you can into her crotch, your tongue deep in her entrance, your nose nudging her sensitive bud. You needed her to come too.

Kafka's breath hitched as a warm tingle ran down her spine. Her expression momentarily changed, betraying her surprise at the sudden intensity of the sensations. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to contain herself, but her body betrayed her. 

"S-sweetheart!" Kafka gasped, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.

You moan into her again, the vibrations sending small shocks of pleasure to add to the mount of them. Now that you'd cum you can focus completely on her. You take your tongue out of her hole and rapidly lick at her bud instead before sliding two fingers in her, caressing her soft, sticky insides.

Kafka's body quivers under your ministrations, the sensations overwhelming her. She gasps and moans, the sound of your moans and the sight of you eating her out paired with you playing with her making her feel like she's about to explode.

"Oh, god... so close..." she gasps out, her head falling back against the wall. 

As Blade watches the scene before him, he groans, his own pleasure evident as he continues to stroke himself with Kafka’s panties.

You press your fingers deeper, finding that one particular spot that drives her wild, stroking it intently. "Come Kafka, please... I need to taste you.." You moan before doubling your efforts with your tongue.

Kafka's breath hitches again, her body tensing as you find that spot and stroke it, her sensitive bud getting the attention it craves as well. All the sensation is making her feel like she's about to burst, and she's clinging onto the edge of her orgasm, trying to hold back just a little longer.

"You're so good at this," she gasps, her words trembling with pleasure. She's clearly on the brink, and your words to her are pushing her closer and closer. "You want to taste me, you say?" she manages to say, her voice a breathless purr.

"Mmh yes, mistress. I want to, need to taste you." You moan into her again, massaging the deepest, most sensitive parts of her while licking her outer most sensitive bud.

Kafka mewls at your words, your touch and ministrations pushing her dangerously close to the edge. She's trembling, struggling to hold back, but the desire to come is taking over. "Make me cum then," she gasps, her voice thick with need. "I'll let you taste me all you want... just make me cum."

Blade, still watching from the side, feels his own pleasure building at the sight and sounds before him.

Kafka can't hold back anymore. Your actions and the sounds you're making, the way you're touching her and begging to taste her, it's all too much for her. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Kafka's breathing is becoming quick and shallow, and the way you're working on her is making her feel like she's on fire, it feels so damn good. She's biting her lip, trying to hold back, but there's something about the intensity of your ministrations that's pushing her even further, and she's beginning to lose control.

"Fuck... you're so good for me," she gasps, her fingers gripping your hair tighter. "Don't stop, I'm so close.."

Without pulling away you moan "cum Kafka... mistress, cum..." as you practically make out with her wet core, your fingers pumping in and out, focusing on that inner spot of pure ecstasy she likes so much. Trying anything you can to make her come, you nip the bud before soothing it with your tongue.

She can't take it anymore. The combination of your ministrations, your pleading, your use of the word "mistress" it's all too much. She's right there, teetering on the edge of her release.

And then you call her "mistress" and she snaps. Her body tensing hard as she finally cums.

You moan in shock as her insides clamp down on your fingers, pulsing. Her legs lock around your head, keeping you buried against her as she finally comes with a series of husky moans. A strong wet gush of her pleasure shoots into your mouth and you moan desperately, drinking it down and lapping it all up, teasing her oversensitive body as much as you can get away with.

Kafka's body spasms, her toes curling as she finally comes, her grip on your hair tights as she moans deeply. The intensity of her release is almost overwhelming, and she's trembling in pleasure under your ministrations.

"Fuck...Sweetie..." she pants, her voice hoarse. "That was... incredible.."

As she comes down from her high, her hand in your hair loosens slightly, just enough to let you pull away, but still keeping you close.

Blade is watching still, but with a slight smirk, panting as he stalls his own release, not wanting to waste it on just watching. 

You pant heavily, looking up at her with shining satisfied eyes. Your face covered in her juices, you rest your head on her thighs, smirking proudly up at her, happy to have served your mistress. "You're welcome mistress." 

Kafka looks down at you with a satisfied, though still rather dazed, expression on her face. She's impressed with how well you did, and she's clearly still in a state of pleasure, her hand raising to caress your hair.

"You did so well for me, Sweetheart," she praises, her voice still a hint breathy. "You made me feel so good."

You close your eyes, leaning into her hand as she pets you, looking like a pleased puppy. Then you hear movement from behind you, and your heart begins to race again, excited that Blade will join in.

Blade can't take any more, the sight of you and Kafka together has pushed him to his limit. He's been patient, but now he needs some attention.

He stands from his seat, making his way over to the two of you, still stroking himself. He looks down at you both, his eyes dark with desire.

You tilt your head to look at him, impressed by the sight of his naked and flushed body, the hard length, standing to attention between his legs was impossible to ignore. You'd missed having it inside you. "Bladie~ I've missed you." You then look up at Kafka, as if pleading with her to let me have fun with Blade too.

Kafka looks between the two of you, her eyes darkening with desire at the thought of what's about to happen - and at your plea for her approval. She's still recovering from her own release, but she's more than willing to let you have some fun with Blade.

"Go ahead," she purrs, giving you a nod of approval. "You've earned it."

You kiss her thigh in thanks and turn over to look at Blade. "What do you have planned for me then Bladie?" 

Blade's eyes practically smolder with desire when you turn to him, and he can't help but take a moment to admire your flushed expression. "I have a few ideas," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "But first thing's first... I want you on your hands and knees."

You immediately do as he asks, getting on your hands and knees facing him and looking up at him excitedly, your face still shining with kafkas release. "Like this?"

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you on your hands and knees in front of him, and he can feel his desire growing. He takes a moment to stare at you, admiring your flushed and needy expression, the way your face glistens with Kafka's release.

He moves a bit closer, towering over you. "Just like that," he grunts, his voice gruff with need. "You're so pretty like that, you know that right?"

You admire his form, his muscles and the way the flush of arousal makes his scars stand out more and accentuates the red tips of his deep blue hair. You loved just looking at him. He was so pretty too. "You and Kafka make me feel pretty so I must be." 

He can't help but reach down, a slight upturn of his lips into a loving smile, and running a hand through your hair. "You really do look so good like this."

You lean into his hand with a smile. "What do you have planned for me Bladie?" Your hips shift on their own, you were beginning to feel desperate for pleasure, for anything to fill you.

Blade's eyes flicker downward, noticing the way your hips are shifting against nothing, clearly desperate for some kind of release. The sight only serves to fuel his own desire, and he can't resist the urge to tease you a bit more.

"Eager, are you?" he husks, his hand still in your hair. "You want me that badly already?"

Blade can't resist you when you whine like that and look up at him with puppy eyes. His resolve is completely starting to break, and he can feel his own need starting to take over.

He lets out a deep, gruff sigh, his hand tightening in your hair a bit. "You really are a sight," he mutters, his voice a mix of desire and admiration. "I want you too, more than you can imagine."

"Then take me, please..." You beg again, shaking your hips as if seeking pleasure.

Blade can barely hold back any longer, hearing how desperate you are for him, seeing you shake your hips in search of pleasure, it's all pushing him over the edge. He can feel himself growing harder by the second, the need to be inside you nearly overpowering his senses.

He takes a step closer, his grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he looks down at you with dark, intense eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you too."

He towers over you as he looks down at your flushed and needy expression. "But first... I want you to show me how good you can be for me," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "Can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

I nod eagerly, "what do you want me to do to show you I'm a good girl?" You ask, practically begging to prove it to him so we can be one again.

Blade's eyes darken with desire at your eager nodding and your desperate plea. He's fully in control now, and the need to have you is overwhelming. He tightens his grip in your hair a bit more, holding you in place.

"I want you to be a good girl and listen to everything I say," he instructs, his voice gruff and firm. "Can you do that for me?"

You nod eagerly again. "Yes, yes, I can do anything you ask me to." You knew what was coming and, while the things he'd make you do are embarrassing to an extent, you enjoyed being their pet and acting like one for them. The treats they gave you were always worth it.

Blade's eyes flicker with satisfaction - he's pleased that you're so willing to do whatever he desires, and the power he holds over you in this moment is only fueling his own desire even more.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice a deep husk. "You're so obedient."

He looks down at you, his grip in your hair still tight. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."

He lets go of your hair, taking a step back to look you over. 

His eyes are dark with desire, and he's clearly enjoying the sight of you on your knees before him.

"First things first... I want you to crawl to me," he instructs, his eyes commanding.

You immediately crawl to him, even having to crawl off of the bed to be at his feet where he wanted you. You crawl over and nudge his leg with your head before looking up at him for your next order.

Blade's expression darkens with desire as he watches you obey his instruction and crawl to him, your submission and obedience only making him want you more.

He looks down at you as you nudge his leg with your head, and a small, satisfied smirk forms on his lips. He reaches down, gently running his hand through your hair. "Look at you," he coos, "Already so obedient."

You giggle when he ruffles your hair, pleased that he was happy with you. "What's next, Bladie?"

Blade is clearly pleased with your response, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how obedient you're being. He looks down at you with a mixture of desire and affection, his hand still running through your hair.

"Next," he instructs, his voice firm and commanding. "I want you to take off your clothes."

Blade watches intently as you discard the rest of your clothes, revealing your bare skin to him. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you - flushed, needy, naked, and submissive. He can feel his own desire growing even more at the sight, and his voice is rougher now.

"Very good," he praises again, his eyes fixed on you. "You're being so obedient for me."

He takes a moment to take in the sight of you, the way you're sitting there in front of him, obeying his every command, is a sight he will never get tired of. He can't help but feel a surge of desire and possessiveness over you.

"Now," he continues, his voice still firm and dominating. "I want you to spread your legs for me."

While sitting, balance on your knees and spread your legs, face flushing a little at how cold the air feels on your wet core. "Like this Bladie?"

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you spreading your legs for him - it's a sight he will never tire of seeing. He lets out a low, guttural moan as he takes in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable before him.

"Perfect," he husks, his voice gruff and full of desire. "Just like that." He takes a step closer, towering over you as he gazes down at you with a mix of hunger and fondness.

"You're doing so well for me," he praises you, his hand reaching out to touch your flushed cheek, tracing his fingers along your lower lip. "You're being such a good girl."

When he traces his fingers on your lips you kiss them affectionately, looking up at him with lust and love. Needing and wanting more.

Blade's heart skips a beat at the sight of you kissing his fingers, your eyes full of love and desire. It's all he can do not to just take you right then and there. But he knows he needs to take his time, he has to be slow and make you even more needy.

He pulls away for a moment, taking a moment to steady himself. He's still towering over you, looking down at you with dark, intense eyes.

"Now," he continues, his voice still firm. "I want you to touch yourself. Show me how good you can feel."

You whine softly, you didn't want to, you wanted him to touch you. But you obey anyway, your fingers coming up to gather some of Kafka’s release, using it as a lube to then begin stroking yourself, moaning softly at the feeling.

Blade watches you closely as you touch yourself, using Kafka's release as a lubricant for your ministrations. He can see the pleasure on your face and hear your moans, and it's only making him want you even more.

He's breathing heavily now, his own desire growing as he watches you. He can't help but reach out, running a hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.

"You're so good, sweetheart," he praises. "Look at you, so obedient and beautiful."

Doing it yourself never felt as good as if Blade or Kafka did it, but it worked you up a little bit more, you continued teasing the bundle of nerves, circling it with a need. "Bladie..." I moan, knowing how much he enjoys his name being moaned.

Blade's gaze sharpens as you moan his name, the sound of it dripping from your lips driving him wild. He can feel himself getting even more turned on as he watches you pleasuring yourself.

"You're so beautiful," he husks, his voice rough with desire. "But you know it's better when I take care of you."

"Mmhmm" you moan indulgently, dipping further down to play with your sopping wet opening. "I need you bladie, you do it so much better, I feel empty without you..."

Blade's eyes darkened even more at your words, hearing how much you need him and how empty you feel without him. The fact that you find pleasure in what he does to you only makes him want you more, and he can barely hold back his own needs.

He's trembling a bit himself now, trying to maintain control. "Is that so, sweetheart?" he husks, taking a step closer to you. "You need me that badly, huh?"

"Yes, Bladie, I need you.." You moan again, your hips moving into your hand as you try to imagine it's his fingers teasing me.

Blade is struggling to hold himself back now. Hearing you call out for him, moaning and panting and desperate for his touch, he can feel himself getting more and more turned on. He can't resist any longer.

He steps forward, closing the space between you, towering over you as he looks down at you. His eyes are dark with desire and need, and his voice is gruff with need.

"Come here," he orders, his tone firm. "Sit in my lap." He walks over to the bed and sits, patting his lap expectantly.

You immediately climb into his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and pressing your body against his, having to fight back the urge to jump him and just take your pleasure, wanting to be obedient for him. "Like this Bladie?"

Blade wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you settle into his lap. He can feel your body pressing against him, and he can't help but let out a pleased growl.

"Perfect," he husks, his hands running over your curves, possessive and protective. "You look so good in my lap."

His hands start to wander over your body, running over your naked skin as he holds you close. He can feel your warmth, your softness, and the way you feel against him is driving him wild.

He leans in, his mouth near your ear as he speaks to you. "You have no idea how good you make me feel," he murmurs, his voice low and gruff with desire. "How badly I want you."

"Then take me please... I need you..." You moan needily, unable to stop your desperate hips from moving.

Blade can't resist you any longer. Hearing your needy words, feeling your desperate movements, he can't hold back his own desire anymore. He needs you just as badly.

He moans in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he husks, his voice thick with need. "You drive me crazy."

He pulls you in closer, his grip on your hips still firm as he presses you tighter against his lap. He can feel his hardness pressed between you, and he can't help but let out a low moan, the feeling of you against him is driving him mad with need.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. "Seeing you like this, desperate and needy. It drives me wild."

"Please, take me, I need you." I moan desperately, wanting him to just pin me down and have his way with me.

Blade's grip on your hips tightens even more as you voice your need for him. Hearing you beg so desperately for him has made him even more needy and desperate for you. And the sound of you moaning is only making it even harder for him to hold back. He let out a low, gruff moan in response to your words, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You want me that bad, huh?" he husks, his voice dripping with need. "You want me to take you right here, right now?"

"Yes, please take me... here, now... I need it.." You keep begging, your hips grinding against him, searching for pleasure. 

Hearing Kafka chuckle from where she's watching you, your heart rate picks up even more, speaking up to instruct Blade on what to do with you, her voice teasing and playful. "You heard her, Bladie," she purrs. "She's begging you, and it's cute."

Blade's grip on your hips tightens even more at her words, he's being driven wild by your begging and the sound of your moans. He can feel himself getting even more turned on by the way you're grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Looks like you're both going to be the death of me," he husked, his voice rumbling with need.

He doesn't even give you a second to respond, suddenly shifting his grip on you as he stands up, holding you tightly in his arms. He moves over to the bed, laying you back down on the mattress.

He looms over you, eyes dark and filled with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've been holding back," he husk. "Seeing you like this, so needy and desperate..."

You gasp as your back hits the bed, you look up at him with needy sparkling eyes. "I'm ready for you bladie.." You part your legs for him, showing him how ready you are.

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you, spread out and needy beneath him. He can feel himself getting even harder at the sight, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to keep a hold of his control.

He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him, so beautiful and submissive.

"You're so perfect," he rasps, his voice thick with need. "I need you. Right now."

His eyes locked on you, he leans in closer, his body hovering over yours. His hands find your waist, gripping you tightly as he looks down at you.

He's so close to you now, and he can smell your arousal. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. He can hear the sound of your breathing, quickening and hitching.

He leans in a bit closer, his voice a low rasp in your ear. "You're driving me insane," he whispers, his words dripping with desire. "I need to touch you, feel you... *taste* you."

You pant, the anticipation killing you. "Do it, please..." You beg again, needing him so badly just to take you. |You slide your hand down again, gathering some of your arousal on your fingers and offering it to him to taste. "This is what you and Kafka do to me..."

Blade's eyes lock onto your fingers as you hold them out to him, a small pool of your arousal glistening on your fingers. He can feel his already hard member twitch in his pants, and he can't help but moan softly at the sight.

He takes your hand in his, bringing your fingers up to his lips. He looks you right in the eyes as he takes your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and tasting your sweetness.

"So sweet," he husks, his voice rasping. "You taste so good."

His eyes are still locked with yours when he withdraws your fingers from his mouth, and he can see the effect he's having on you. He can see the way your chest rises and falls, the way your body is trembling with need.

He leans in again, his face just a breath away from yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and gruff. "I need you so badly."

He can't wait any longer. He needs to feel you, to be inside you. He can feel himself growing even more desperate.

"Do it... please..." You moan again, lifting your hand to cup his cheek and stroke softly, knowing more innocent actions also get him riled up.

Blade can feel his heart skip at the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek, the gentle touch sending a shiver down his spine. There's a soft vulnerability there that he can't deny, and he can feel himself getting even more turned on by the small gesture. He leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cover yours. He's still breathing heavily, and his voice is rough with need as he replies.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he husks, his eyes darkening even more.

"Please... fuck me..." You beg softly, arching your back and spreading your legs more for him. 

Blade's eyes darken even more at your words, your voice begging him, your body aching for him. He can feel his self control slipping further and further away, replaced by pure need and desire. He leans down, his body covering yours, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He looks down at you, his eyes full of need and desire.

"Beg harder, sweetheart," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "Beg me like a good girl."

You whine, high and needy, "please, please Bladie... I need you... please..." begging more, your body fully ready for him. So needy for him you could barely take it anymore.

Blade can't resist any longer either, hearing you beg for him so desperately. His control breaks finally, and he can only manage one strangled word.

"Please"

And then he's on you, his body pressed against yours as he captures your lips in a messy, needy, deep kiss. He's shaking with lust and need, unable to hold back any longer. "I need you," he gasps against your lips, his breathing ragged. "Need you so badly."

"I need you too.." you kiss him back with the same fervor he showed me, our tongues intertwined. You wrap your legs around his hips, desperate for him to plunge into you.

Blade moans into the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, groping and touching you everywhere he can reach. He can feel your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to you, and he can't help but moan even louder. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, panting heavily as he looks down at you. 

"You're so needy, sweetheart," he rasps, his voice dripping with need. "And I love it."

He reaches down, positioning himself between your legs. He can't take it anymore, the sight of you needy and desperate and begging for him is driving him insane.

He lines himself up with your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel his erection graze against you, and he can't help but let out a small moan at the feeling.

He leans in, his breathing hot and heavy, and looks down at you with intensity. "You ready, sweetheart?" he husks, eyes almost black with need. "Are you ready for me to fill you up?"

"More than ready... fill me Bladie.." You breathe needily, just waiting for him to begin.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself for just a moment. But he can't resist for too long.

"Fuck..." he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening, his eyes dark and full of need. "I can't hold back anymore."

And then he's in you, sliding slowly and careful but no less needy.

I cry out his name as he finally enters me, your body accepting him easily. My nails dig into his shoulders as he immediately starts thrusting deeply, I can only lie there and take what he gives me. "Ah, ah, Bladie... so.. ah.. good..."

Blade captures your mouth in a deep kiss, their touch filled with both care and intensity as he picks up the pace. "You're taking me so well," Blade huskily praises between kisses, his voice lower as desire courses through him. 

He can feel himself losing himself in you, lost in the feeling of finally being one with you, finally giving in to his need and desire for you. He captures your lips in another kiss, their kiss heated, needy, and full of a deep connection. "You feel so good," he whispers against your lips, his voice low and gruff. "I can't get enough of you."

You moan and keen with every thrust the shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body, You can't get enough. You struggle to kiss him back through the moans, the pleasure overwhelming your body. "Bladie, mhh, ahhh" your nails claw into his back, holding on tightly.

Blade's grip on you tightened, his movements getting rougher with every moan that fell from your lips. The feeling of your nails clawing into his back only adds to his pleasure, and he can't help but moan in response.

"Fuck," he grunted, his voice low and needy, "You sound so good. Hearing you say my name like that... it's driving me crazy." He can feel himself getting closer, the feeling of you writhing beneath him, hearing your moans and seeing your pleasure, it's driving him wild.

"Nghh ahhh bladie.. I'm close... I.. ahhh" You moan desperately, needing to feel that rush with him. Through that haze of pleasure you could hear wet sounds and light airy moans. You look over to see Kafka pleasuring herself to the sight of me and Blade making desperate love and it only sends me closer to the edge.

Blade can't help but glance over at Kafka, his grip on you tightens even more. He can see her pleasuring herself, watching you and him with a smirk on her lips, and it only pushes him even further over the edge.

"Damn it… Kafka..." he groaned, his voice low and rough. "You're going to drive me insane."

He turns his attention back to you, his eyes dark and full of need. "You're so close, sweetheart," he husks, his voice strained. "Come for me, for us.." 

My moans turn to desperate gasps and whines of his name, the coil of pleasure growing tighter and tighter. Just a little more would send me hurtling over the edge for them.

Blade can see you getting close, and he can feel himself reaching the edge right with you. He keeps his eyes locked on you, watching the look of ecstasy and pleasure on your face. "That's it sweetheart," he encourages, his voice ragged and rough. "You're almost there. Let go for me, for us."

Behind you, Kafka continues to pleasure herself, her eyes watching you and blade with a knowing smile. She can see how close both of you are, and she knows just how beautiful you both look at this moment.

The three of us are close to our respective climaxes. The sounds of Blade’s groans and Kafka’s airy moans are what do it sending me hurtling over the edge with a sharp gasp and a broken moan of their names, that tightened knot of pleasure snapping with a rush of pleasure so strong you squirt your pleasure over blades torso. 

Blade can feel your pleasure, the sensation of you squirting over him almost sends him over the edge, but he manages to hold on just long enough to watch you climax, witnessing the way your body trembles and spasms beneath him. It's an incredible sight, and he can feel himself getting even more aroused as he takes in the sight of you lost in pleasure.

"Damn, that's hot.." he mutters, his voice low and raspy.

Behind you, Kafka lets out a gasp of her own as she watches the two of you, and you can hear her gasping and panting as she continues to pleasure herself to the sight.

She's getting close now too, her breathing quickening and her moans getting louder. She can't take her eyes off of you and is completely lost in the sight of you reaching your peak with Blade. 

"You guys are so hot," she huskily breathes out, her voice dripping with desire. "You look so pretty together. Seeing you like this, both of you... It's almost too much."

Your body was on fire, limp but overstimulated as Blade continued to thrust into you, chasing his own release. 

"Please... Bladie.. come.." You could barely hold on, wanting to feel him come and hear Kafka come again.

Blade's breathing is ragged now, his moves growing more desperate and uncoordinated. He's so close, but he needs more, he needs release. 

"Please, sweetheart," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "I'm so close.. I need you."

He looks over at Kafka, his eyes dark and needy. "And you too, Kafka..."

Kafka is panting now, her fingers working overtime as she watches you and blade, her own pleasure building. She can hear the needy desperation in your voices, and it's driving her insane.

"You're both so hot like this," she gasps out, her voice shaking from the pleasure, "Seeing you both so desperate, so needy for each other... It's driving me insane.

Kafka's head tenses just then as she's struck with an incredible rush of pleasure at the sight of blade and you, her own orgasm hitting her hard. She moans out your name, her body arching as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

But she's not done yet. She looks at you both with hooded eyes and crawls over wanting both blade and i to come.

You writhe with overstimulation, it was maddening that Blade was still going in spite of you already coming hard. You were approaching another orgasm, only able to let out whines of both of their names and pleas for Blade to come, gripping the sheets to stay grounded.

Blade's pace was getting rougher and more desperate now as he chased his release. He was so close, but he just needed a little more, he needed you.

"Please sweetheart.... ah... I'm so close," he husks, his voice strained and needy. "I can't hold back much longer."

Behind you, Kafka moved closer, leaning over you both. She could see the way you were clenching and writhing from overstimulation, and she could see the way Blade was holding on, on the verge of coming.

"Come for us Bladie," she murmured, her voice husky.

Her hand reaches out to run through Blade’s hair and as much as I can in yours, giving both of you a grounding touch. 

Blade was so close to the edge now, and he could feel it building and building within him. His movements were quickening, his breathing heavy and labored.

"Please... sweetheart... Kafka..." he gasped out, his voice cracking with need. "I'm gonna... ah..I'm... gonna come..."

Behind you, Kafka leaned down even more, her face close to your neck, her lips brushing against your skin and speaking sweetly.

"Let go Bladie~, let go Sweetheart~" 

At Kafka’s words your body tenses strongly around Blade before you come again, the rush of pleasure making lights burst behind your eyes though not before feeling the warm rush of Blade finally coming as well.

It's too much for him to handle, and he finally lets go, his own release overpowering him. He gasps and moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he comes, his body tense and trembling.

Kafka's hand is still running through your hair, and she leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You both did so good," she says, her voice soft and soothing.

Blade is still catching his breath when he looks up at you. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

Your eyes flutter open and a groan falls from your throat, the afterglow spreading through your body as you pant harshly, the high not letting me go too easily. "More than okay-" you croak softly, your voice slightly wrecked from moaning. 

Blade looks down at you, his own eyes still dark and flushed with pleasure. He can still feel your body clenching around him, and he can't help but feel a rush of tenderness at the sight of you so wrecked.

Kafka smirks faintly, her hand still running through your hair. "You both looked so good," she says, her voice low and soft. "You're both so pretty when you come."

My arms come up to limply embrace Blade as he buries his face in your neck. You look at Kafka with a warm and very wrecked smile. "Did me and bladie give you a good show?" 

Blade holds you close, still catching his breath as he nuzzles his face against your neck.

Kafka chuckles at your question, her eyes still slightly hooded with desire. "Oh sweetheart, you both gave me the perfect show," she says with a smirk. "I enjoyed every moment of watching you both together."

You giggle softly, “me and you gave bladie a good show. Bladie and I gave you a good show. That means..." you trail off, hoping she'd catch on and they had enough energy to give me a show too.

Kafka chuckles again, understanding exactly what you're hinting at. Her eyes glint with mischief and desire.

"Oh sweetheart, you're absolutely right," she says with a grin. 

"And I think I'm more than ready for another show."

Blade, who had been quietly catching his breath against your neck, finally lifts his head to look up at you and Kafka. He's still flushed and panting, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"Another show?" he asks, his voice rough and gravelly.

"Mmh, it's yours and Kafka’s turn now. If you're up for it of course." Looking up at Blade, unable to hide the interest in your eyes. 

Blade's eyes darkened at your words, and he can feel himself getting excited again at the thought. He looks over at Kafka, who's watching the two of you with a smirk.

"I'm more than up for it," he says gruffly, his voice still rough from your previous activities. "As long as Kafka is."

Kafka's smirk grows into a full-blown grin at your words, and she nods eagerly. "Oh, you bet I am," she says, her voice still low and husky.

Blade chuckles, his eyes dark with desire. "Well then," he says, pushing himself up on his arms to look down at you. "Looks like we have a show to put on."

Kafka moves closer to the two of you, her eyes glinting with excitement. "This will be fun."

With that Blade slowly pulls out of you. You groan at the feeling of being empty again, your body needing to recover from his size.  You shuffle up the bed, into a position that you could watch them from. The hierarchy of dominance between us was Kafka then Blade then you, it was always fun to see Blade submit to Kafka’s will.

Blade follows you up the bed, still a little shaky but clearly focused on the task at hand. He sits back against the headboard next to you, his eyes fixed on Kafka as she moves towards him.

Kafka struts over to Blade, her gait confident and her eyes locked on him. Despite the fact that he was bigger and stronger than her, there was no doubt who was in charge here.

She stands in between his knees, looking down at him with a smirk. "You ready, Bladie?" she asks, her voice teasing but dripping with dominance.

Blade looks up at Kafka, his eyes dark and heated. Despite the fact that he was usually the one in control, there was no denying who was in charge right now.

He nods, his voice gruff as he answers her. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Kafka's smile grows at his answer. "Good," she says, her hand coming up to rest on his chin, tipping his face up to look at her. "Because I have a few ideas in mind."

Blade can feel himself getting more and more turned on at her words and the authoritative way she was talking to him. He was used to being dominant alongside her, but there was something about the way Kafka could take charge and make him feel so vulnerable that just made it even more thrilling.

He looks up at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? I'm all ears."

Kafka's smirk grows as she sees the effect she's having on him. She could see the desire and need burning in his eyes, and she loved having that kind of power over him.

She leans in a little closer, her hand still on his chin, keeping his head tilted up to meet her gaze.

"Close your eyes," she instructs, her voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Blade can feel himself getting even more turned on at her commands, and he doesn't hesitate to do as she says. He closes his eyes, his body almost trembling with excitement.

He can feel her standing over him now, her presence overwhelming him. He's in her control now, and he's loving every moment of it.

"Good boy," Kafka praises softly.

Hearing her praise makes Blade's heart skip a beat, he feels a rush of excitement and a warm feeling in his chest. He likes it when she calls him a "good boy". It just makes him feel so *submissive* and *needy*.

He can hear her moving around now, the soft sound of her footsteps filling his ears. He remains still, his eyes closed and his body on edge, waiting for her next instruction.

Kafka moves around him, taking her time to take in the sight of him sitting there, submissive and waiting for her. She can feel herself getting more and more excited as she looks at him, knowing how desperately he's aching for her.

She comes to a stop right behind him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. "You're being so good for me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Such a good boy."

Kafka's smirk grows wider as she sees the effect she's having on Blade. She can feel his need growing stronger, and can see it in his eyes.

She takes a step closer to him, her body pressed closely against his. She reaches up, her fingers tracing along his jawline, before tilting his face up to look at her.

"Oh good boy," she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. "You're being so desperate for me, aren't you?"

She leans in closer, her mouth near his ear. "I want you," she husks. "I want you to... use that mouth on me.."

Blade can feel himself almost melt at her words, his body responding automatically to her demand. His breathing gets even more labored, his need growing even stronger.

He can feel his head spinning, his eyes heavy with desire. He's desperate to please her, to give her what she wants.

"Yes," he huskily replies. "I want to... please you."

He can feel himself getting even more excited at the thought, his body almost trembling with need.

"Please... use me.."

Kafka's smile turns into a full-blown smirk at his words. She knows just how much power she has over him right now, and she's loving it.

She runs her hand through his hair again, her touches possessive and teasing. "You want to please me?" she husks, her eyes dark with desire. "You want to do whatever I say?"

She can see the need in his eyes, the way he's practically vibrating with excitement. He's so desperate to please her, to make her happy.

"On your knees, good boy."

Kafka's smirk grows even wider as she watches Blade get on his knees for her. She can feel the power flowing through her, loving the fact that he's so completely under her control.

She steps closer to him, her hand reaching out to grip his chin, tilting his face up to look at her.

"Good boy Bladie," she praises, her voice dripping with desire. "You're being so obedient."

She looks down at him, her eyes dark with need. "Now... open your mouth."

Blade's heart skips a beat at her command, his body responding automatically. His mouth opens slightly, his breathing heavy and ragged. He can feel himself getting more and more lost in this, in the pleasure of obeying her.

He looks up at her, his eyes dark and needy. "Please..." he whispers, "Let me serve you.."

Kafka's smirk turns into a full-blown smile at his words. She can feel how desperate he is for her, and she can see it in his eyes.

She places a hand on the back of his head, her fingers weaving into his hair. She looks down at him, her hand holding his jaw tightly.

"You're being so good for me," she praises, her voice low and husky. "You want to serve me, don't you?... well then..." she steps over him until her hips are hovering over his face "go on... you know what to do.."

Blade's mouth is on her instantly, not hesitating for a moment. He can feel the need and desire coursing through him. He can feel himself getting lost in this, in the pleasure of pleasing her.

His tongue is hot and eager, lapping at her with fervor. He can feel his own need growing stronger with every passing second, the taste of her only serving to drive him wilder.

He moans against her, the sound needy and desperate. "Please... let me serve you," he repeats, his voice thick with desire. "Please... I want to be your good boy."

Kafka's breath catches in her throat at the feel of his mouth on her, the way his tongue is teasing and exploring. She can feel herself getting even more wet as he continues, his moans sending pleasure running through her body.

She tightens her grip in his hair, her voice needy and husky. "Good boy," she praises, "You're doing so well."

She can feel herself getting closer, her legs trembling as he continues to pleasure her. "Don't stop," she husks, her voice low and urgent. "Keep going.."

Watching them intently you begin to touch yourself to the sight of Blade pleasuring Kafka with his tongue, the way he moans at her taste. The way she moves her hips against his mouth, the way her head is bowed to look at him work with a pleasured smile. It was so hot.

Kafka can feel herself getting faster and faster, the sight of you watching them and touching yourself only serves to make the feel of Blade's mouth even more intense. She looks down at him, her breath coming out in labored pants.

"You're being so good," she praises, her voice low and husky. "So good for me."

She looks back at you, her eyes dark with need.

"Don't stop touching yourself," she instructs

You fluster at getting caught by Kafka, but you obey easily, continuing to circle your sensitive bud, using Blade’s cum as a lubricant to your touches. 

Kafka can see the way you flush when she tells you to continue touching yourself, and it only serves to turn her on more. She can see how much you're enjoying yourself, and she likes the effect she has on you.

She looks down at Blade again, moaning softly as he continues to pleasure her. "Don't stop," she instructs him, her voice breathless.

As she watches you and listens to your moans, she can feel herself getting even closer, the sight of you touching yourself sending a rush of pleasure through her body, coupled with blade growing more intense brought her closer to the edge.

Blade can feel how close Kafka is getting, the way her body is trembling. His own need is growing stronger and stronger, his mind completely focused on her pleasure. He can feel himself getting lost in this, in the need to please her.

His tongue works faster against her, pressing harder, deeper, wanting nothing more than to bring her over the edge. His hands are still gripping her thighs, holding her tightly as he continues to pleasure her.

He can't help but moan against her, his own desire becoming increasingly hard to ignore. "Please... let me serve you..." he begs, his voice thick with need as he works harder to make her cum on his face.

You whine and reach over and open a drawer that contains a few toys unable to just touch yourself at this point. You crawl close, cuddling up near Blade and begin to use the vibrating toy to please yourself instead, your whines and moans increasing in volume as you watch Kafka ride on Blade's face.

Kafka can feel herself getting even closer now at the sight of you both, the way you're using a vibrating toy on yourself while watching her come on Blade's face. She can feel herself getting lost in the pleasure, in the sight of both of you.

She looks at you, her eyes dark and filled with need. "Such a needy girl," she teases, her voice low and breathy. "You can't even touch yourself properly on your own, can you? You need our help."

You whine again "mmh.. Kafka... Bladie.. I do need you..." Grinding against the toy harder but even with your sensitivity you couldn't get off without them. You want her to come so someone could play with you again.

Kafka can feel herself getting even closer at your whining, the way you're grinding against the toy, desperate and needy. She can see how desperately you're in need of them.

She looks down at Blade, knowing how close he is to taking her over the edge, and looks at you again. "Such a needy girl," she repeats, her voice teasing. "You're so desperate for us, aren't you?"

She can hear the sounds you're making, and can see the way the toy is pressed against you.

"Come here," she instructs.

While keeping the toy pressed against me you clumsily crawl closer to them. sitting up on your knees looking up at Kafka’s dominant form as she's pleasured by Blade's tongue, your eyes wet and conveying how needy you still are.

Kafka can see the need in your eyes, the way you're so desperate and needy for both of them. She can see your shaky and clumsy movements as you crawl closer, your eyes fixed on her as she is pleasured by Blade's tongue.

She looks down at you, her voice teasing and commanding. "Look at you, so desperate and needy," she husks, "Come here."

She pats her thighs, coaxing you closer with a gesture.

I crawl closer, steadying yourself on blades shoulder and kissing up kafkas thigh where she patted. "Cum please Kafka... show Bladie how good you taste.." your voice trembles as you grind against the toy while still messily kissing Kafka's thigh.

Kafka can feel herself getting even more aroused at your words, the way you're crawling closer and kissing up her thigh. She can hear the desperation in your voice and it only makes her want even more.

She looks down at you, her eyes dark with desire. "So desperate," she husks, her voice low. "You want to see me come, don't you?"

She looks at blade, seeing how hard he's working to bring her over the edge, and can feel herself getting close.

In a cheeky and entirely indulgent move you reach under her, sliding your hand up her thigh, your fingers teasing the skin there, until I, while Blade is working her bud with his tongue, slide 2 fingers into her and pump them in and out. Blade and you are so desperate for her to come again we work together to please her.

Kafka can feel herself getting closer as you slide your fingers into her, your combined effort with Blade driving her towards the edge. She can feel herself getting even more sensitive, your fingers and Blade's tongue working in tandem to bring her closer.

She looks down at you both, her voice breathy and needy. "That's it," she instructs, her voice rough with pleasure. "Just like that." 

Kissing, licking and and sucking marks into her thigh while you finger her, your hips grinding down onto the vibrator to get some relief for yourself. Blade couldn't speak, only let out muffled moans at her taste, so you beg her to come for both of us. "Come Kafka... please come.." It was so filthy but so good.

Kafka's breaths get more labored and desperate at your ministrations, the way you're marking her thigh as you grind against the vibrater, trying to get some relief. She can feel herself getting close, and your begging pushes her even further, edging her closer.

She looks down at you and Blade, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "Please... I'm so close.." she manages to gasp out. 

Her thighs start to tremble... "Don't  stop.. don-" her voice cuts off with a moan, her body finally trembling and clutching onto Blade's head as she finally comes. 

Kafka's body trembles and shakes as she finally comes, her thighs clutching onto Bladie's head tightly as the pleasure washes over her. She releases her grip, panting heavily as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body.

Bladie gently pulls away, looking up at Kafka with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Did that feel nice for you?" he teases, his hand coming up to trace light circles on her thigh. 

Kafka chuckles and strokes the top of his head. "Of course it was. You two are good to me"

You take your fingers from her so she can sit in Blade's lap. You lick her essence from your fingers and turn off the vibrator. You still wanted more, and needed more. You wanted them, the vibrator did nothing but drive you mad with want.

Kafka takes a moment to catch her breath, her body still trembling a bit from the intense pleasure. But she can see the look of need on your face, and knows that you're not done yet.

Blade helps her sit in his lap, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He can see the way you're licking her essence from your fingers, the way you're still so needy and desperate. 

"Still want more, huh?" he asks, his voice gravelly and filled with want. 

"Yea.. please.. I don't know what you'll do but I need you both." you hold onto them, eyes darting between them eagerly, hoping they still had the energy to do more with you.

Kafka and Blade can both see the need and desperation in your eyes, the way you're clutching onto them and begging for them. They exchange a quick glance, and they can see the shared desire between them.

Kafka turns to Blade, a look of agreement passing between them.

"You heard her," Blade husks, his voice still rough with pleasure. "She needs us."

Kafka reaches out, lifting you onto their laps so you're sitting atop both of them, back against Blade's chest and front exposed to Kafkas wicked wiles. Her hand comes up to gently hold your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers. 

"Look at you," she husks, her voice full of desire. "So desperate and needy for us. So greedy" she murmurs squeezing your face, she loves it though.

Blade's hands come up to your sides, his fingers tracing over your skin lightly. "We'll take good care of you."

You whimper softly, shuffling in their laps with need. "Yea please... take care of me."

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you're squirming in their laps, the way you're begging for them to take care of you. They can see how much you need them, and it only makes their own desire for you grow stronger.

Kafka's hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, her grip tight but gentle as she pulls you in closer using the garter. Her eyes are dark and filled with need.

"We will," she rasps, her voice dripping with desire. "We'll take care of you, *very* well."

Blade's grip on your sides tightens slightly as he feels you squirming in their laps. He can feel the need radiating off of you, and his own desire for you only grows stronger.

He leans over, his lips ghosting over your ear. "We'll take you to heights you've never experienced before." His voice is low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

You moan quietly with anticipation, your body trapped between them. "Please.. I need you, kafka, Bladie..."

Kafka and Blade both feel your desperation, the way your body trembles with need. They can feel their own desire getting stronger, and they know that they need you just as much as you need them.

Kafka leans in, her lips hovering over your ear as she speaks. "We know what you need," she husks, her voice low and gravelly.

Blade's hands move from your sides to your hips, his grip tight and possessive. "You're trapped between us now, and we're not planning on letting you go anytime soon."

Kafka's head turns, her eyes locking onto Blade's. They share a look, a silent conversation passing between them. They both know what they want, what they *need*.

Kafka's tongue darts out to wet her lips, her focus shifting back to you. "We're going to make you feel so good," she promises, her voice dripping with desire.

Blade's grip on your hips tightens, his body pressing against your back. "We'll take care of you," he assures, his voice rough and full of need.

"What are you two planning?" I ask, your voice having a slight shake with anticipation. I didn't know whether to lean forward into Kafka or back into Blade, your body trembling between them with sheer want.

Kafka and Blade both notice the trembling of your body as you question them, the way you're torn between leaning into them. They can feel your anticipation, your body desperate for their touch.

Kafka's hand is still holding your chin, her thumb lightly running over your bottom lip. "You'll just have to find out," she teases, her voice dripping with promise.

Blade's hands stay on your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "Just sit back and enjoy," he instructs, his voice low and authoritative.

My tongue darts out and brushes against your thumb as she runs it over your bottom lip. I then try to do as Blade says, trying to relax back against him and waiting for their next move, all the while your body is lit up with need, dripping in their laps.

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you react to her touch, how your tongue brushes against her thumb. They can feel your body relaxing back into Blade's lap, and they know you're ready for whatever they have in store for you.

Kafka's eyes smolder with desire, her thumb still rubbing against your bottom lip. She's enjoying watching your reaction, the way you're so desperate and helpless between them.

Blade's arms wrap around you from behind, holding you in place. "Good girl," he praises, his voice low and gravelly.

With you now comfortably settled back against him, Blade looks over at Kafka, silently communicating with her once again. They're both on the same page, their need for you only growing stronger.

Kafka finally removes her thumb from your lip, her hand dropping to your waist instead. She looks at you, her eyes dark and full of promise.

"You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you?" she asks, her voice dripping with desire.

"Yes, I will be a good girl for you both.."  You breathe, your words carrying the same desire as kafkas. My body was on fire, longing for them to do something, anything to me.

Kafka and Blade can feel the desire radiating off of you, the way your body is practically begging for them to touch you. They're both so desperate for you, it's taking all their restraint not to jump you right then and there.

Kafka's hand tightens around your waist, her grip almost bruising. "You're so good," she praises, her voice raspy with need.

Blade's arm wraps around your middle, his grip secure yet gentle. "Such a good girl," he affirms, his voice rough and gravelly.

You can feel Blade’s hardness against me, the way he twitched with his own need. And just a glance down and you could see Kafka's arousal pooling again, they both needed me as much as you needed them, and you knew what you wanted. "I need you both inside.. please..." Although Kafka didn't have the direct equipment, Kafka's extensive toy collection had just what we needed.

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you look between them, the way you're practically begging for them. They can feel their own need growing stronger, their own bodies aching to be with you.

Your mention of wanting them both inside you sends a jolt through them, and they know exactly what you mean. Kafka's hand on your waist tightens even more, her own need growing stronger. 

"You want us both?" she husks, her voice thick with desire.

Blade's grip on your middle tightens in agreement, his body pressed tightly against your back. "We can make that happen," he rasps

"Yes, please... I want you both..." You whine softly, wanting to feel them so desperately.

Kafka and Blade can feel the need radiating off of you, the sound of your whining making their desire for you only grow stronger. They can't wait any longer, they need you now.

Kafka's hand finally leaves your waist, "Lay back," she instructs, her voice firm and commanding.

Blade's grip loosens, his body shifting to allow you to recline back onto him. He keeps you pressed close to him, his chest against your back.

You begin to pant in anticipation as Blade tugs me back, practically holding you down while Kafka looks down at you hungrily. You were excited to find out what she'd do to your prone and naked body that was already sensitive from yours and Blade’s session and the vibrator. 

Kafka's eyes roam over your naked body, her eyes filled with desire as she takes in the sight of you. She can see how sensitive you are from your previous session with Blade, and she's eager to see how you'll react to what she has in store for you.

Blade's hands are now running down your arms, his touch possessive and protective. He can feel your excitement and anticipation, and he knows exactly where this is leading.

After a moment of staring and taking in your needy form, Kafka kneels between your spread legs. She runs her hands up your thighs, her touch gentle yet firm. 

"You're so beautiful," she husks, her eyes fixed on you.

She's mesmerized by your form, how desperate and willing you are at this moment. She can't help but want to worship you, to make you come undone under her touch.

"Kafka-" You warble softly, your thighs trembling at her touch. You hold onto blades arms as they tensed around your middle, holding me still so you don't accidently grind on his sensitive cock.

Kafka can feel the way your thighs tremble under her touch, and she can see how you're clutching onto Blade's arms, keeping yourself from grinding against him. She knows how desperate you are, and she loves it.

"Look at you," she teases, her voice dripping with desire. "So needy and desperate."

Blade's grip on your middle tightens slightly, his body pressed tight against your back. He can feel you shaking, and can practically feel the anticipation radiating off of you. "So needy, so beautifully needy." He whispers with a soft rasp, his own need skyrocketing.

Kafka's hands run further up your thighs, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. 

"Such a beautiful sight." She husks. "You're so desperate for us, aren't you?"

Her words send a wave of need through you, and you can feel yourself getting even more worked up at her words.

Blade's grip on your middle intensifies, his breath coming in short gasps against your ear. He's trying his best to keep himself under control, but he's so close to snapping, so close to just letting go and taking you right then and there.

"Yes, I need you both..." You want it so much, to feel them both pleasing you, pleasing themselves using your body. You beg for it, it didn't matter that you were already sensitive, you needed more. You wiggle against them, trying to entice them.

Kafka and Blade can feel your desperate plea, your body wiggling between them as you try to find any type of friction. They can both barely hold themselves together.

Kafka's hands finally move to your hips, holding you in place. She leans closer, her face mere inches away from you.

"Patient," she instructs, her voice firm but gentle. "You'll get what you want."

Blade's grip on your middle tightens even more, his body going taut with need. He's fighting every instinct not to just take you right then and there.

Kafka's face is so close to your own now, you can feel her breath against your skin. She's holding herself back, trying to tease you even more. She wants to make you beg for it, wants you to fall apart for her. Her hands stay on your hips, holding you steady as you try to squirm. "Don't move," she instructs, her voice firm but gentle.

Blade's grip on you is still tightening, his breathing becoming more labored. He can't take much more of this teasing, he needs you now.

You can't help but obey her, her alluring and dominant tone froze you in place while she prepared to take you. You watch her body move as she gets the strap-on. My breaths were heavy and laboured as you try to keep calm. You could feel Blade clenching and unclenching his hands on your waist, holding back as Kafka instructed.

Kafka can feel your desperate need, how you're obeying her instructions, staying still for her. She can see the way you're watching her, watching her every move.

She finally pulls out the toy she needs, holding it in her hand. It's a strap-on with a hollow core, allowing her to simulate the same sensation that Blade would be experiencing, allowing her to cum inside you too.

Blade is holding back, his body shaking behind you as he tries to control himself. His grip on your waist is almost tight enough to be painful, but it just adds to your anticipation.

"Kafka..." your voice shakes with need as she comes closer again, stroking the strap-on with her hand and she inches closer. 

Kafka can hear your voice, the way you call her name with need. It's driving her wild, she wants you so badly.

She stops in front of you, her hand stroking the strap-on with practiced ease. This isn't the first time she's used it.

"You're so good for me," she husks, her eyes fixed on you.

Blade is still holding you tightly, his breathing still labored as he listens to your need. He can't help but feel jealous that you're focusing on Kafka, but he knows he'll be getting his own pleasure soon.

Kafka positions herself between your legs, the toy in her hand. She looks down at you, her eyes dark with need. She wants this, she wants you.

Her hands move to your hips, holding you in place. She looks at you with a smirk, her voice low and teasing. "Are you ready?"

Blade's grip on you is still tight, his body still shaking behind you. He can feel his own need growing stronger as he watches Kafka between your legs, the toy in her hand. He can't wait to have you, to be inside you.

You take a shaky breath before you nod eagerly. "Yes mistress, I'm ready to take you and Bladie..." 

Kafka's smirk widens at your words, her grip on your hips tightening slightly. She loves that you're addressing her as “mistress.”

Her eyes look up at Blade briefly, silently communicating with him. She can see how desperate he is for you, and she knows he’s close to snapping.

With one last look at you, she lines the toy up with your entrance, her eyes never leaving your face.

You gasp softly with want and need. Looking at her, eyes flicking down at her lining up with your entrance and back up at her face. 

Kafka can feel your gasps, your eyes looking down at the toy before going back up to her face. She's so close, she's so ready to take you. She can see how desperate you are.

She slowly begins to press the toy inside you, feeling the soft flesh give way for the solid object. She can see Blade watching, and can feel him getting even more desperate to take you for himself.

Her eyes are still locked on your face. 

"You're so beautiful like this," she says, her voice thick with desire.

"Ooh... ahh..." You gasp as she pushes in, your head falling back against Blade's chest, feeling his nails dig into your hips as he tries to wait until Kafka tells him he could join her inside you.

As you gasp and moan, your head falling back against Blade's chest, Kafka takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you are, panting and trembling beneath her. She can see how desperately Blade is holding onto you, how tightly he's grasping your hips.

She continues to slowly push the toy deeper inside you, making sure to be gentle but not too gentle. She wants you to feel every inch of it, every centimeter.

"You're doing so good," she praises, her voice huskier than usual. "So good for me."

"Hhnn.." she knew just what speed to go to make me feel and remember every inch, every bump and ridge on the toy as it entered me. But I still couldn't help but beg for more. "Ahhh, I'll keep being good... I need more.. please.."

Kafka's eyes go dark with desire as she hears you begging for more, her ears picking up on every single moan and whine you make. She can tell you're enjoying the toy, but you're still not full. You want more, and she wants to give you more. Continuing to push the strap inside you, still being gentle slowly working up to being rougher. She can hear Blade's jagged breaths behind you as he continues to hold onto you tightly.

"You're so good," she repeats, her voice low and needy. "

You pant and whine as she picks up speed but you still wanted so badly to feel Blade inside as well. "Haa Haa please... ngh.. I need Bladie too.." at your words you felt his hands tighten again and his hips buck into your behind as his self control slips even further.

Kafka can hear your panting and whining, and she can practically feel your need. She knows you're enjoying the toy inside you, but you need more. You need Blade as well.

She looks over at Blade, and she can see how much he's struggling to control himself as you moan and beg. His own desire is growing stronger, his own need taking over.

"You're so needy," she husks, her voice dripping with desire now. "But you're such a good girl, aren't you? Begging for us both."

"Mhh please... mistress Kafka... Bladie... please.." You beg again, wiggling your hips in time with Kafka’s thrusts. 

Kafka looks at Blade again, a silent agreement passing between them as she keeps working the toy inside you.

"Patience..." she instructs, her voice dripping with need. "You'll get what you want..."

Kafka's eyes go back to your face as she continues to work the toy inside you, still going steady but increasing her pace. She can see how needy you are, how badly you need both her and Blade.

Blade seems to be struggling even more now, his own desire taking over. His hands are still gripping your hips tightly, his own hips moving against you more urgently now. 

She looks over at him again, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're so close," she murmurs, her voice low and huskier than ever. "You want her… don't you?" She reaches over and grabs his face, making him look at her.

Hearing her question, and feeling your need against him, made Blade shiver. "Yes," he said, his voice coming out gruff. Blade needed you badly, and it was getting harder to ignore that need. He could feel your body, the way you squirm and writhe against him. He could smell your desire, and gods, it was driving him wild.

Kafka continued to work the toy inside you, picking up the pace a little more as she watched Blade struggle to contain himself. She could see the way Blade was watching you, could sense how hard he was fighting to keep himself under control. She could see how desperately he wanted you, his hands clenching tighter on your hips as his hips moved more urgently against you.

She looked at him again, her eyes dark with need. "You can't hold back any longer, can you?" she asked, her voice soft but full of desire.

Blade couldn't resist anymore. "No," he said, his voice thick with need. He looked at Kafka, wanting permission to join her inside.

Wanting him to just take what he wanted I moan for him "Blade... ahh Bladie..." arching your back on his chest and moaning in his ear and Kafka more steadily thrusts into your aching, needy entrance.

Blade's already thin self control snaps at the sound of your voice moaning his name, and the way you arch your back against him. He can't resist anymore, he needs to be inside you, feeling your desperate need firsthand. 

He looks at Kafka, a silent plea in his eyes. He wants to join, he needs to join.

Kafka looks at him for a moment, her own eyes dark with desire. She knows what he wants, and she knows you're begging for it as well. She pauses, looking between the two of you before nodding her head. "Go ahead.." she permits.

Blade doesn't need to be told twice. He immediately starts to position himself, his hands still holding onto your hips. He looks at you, and can see how desperate you are, how much you need him. 

He lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes still fixed on you, waiting for the go.

Kafka watches as Blade gets ready, still holding the toy inside you as they both prepare. 

Hearing Kafka give him permission makes you moan louder "yes, yes ,yes please Bladie..."

At your words, Blade doesn't hesitate any longer. He presses his tip against your entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

You can feel how big he is inside you, his cock stretching you out as he pushes inside.

Kafka's eyes are fixed on the way Blade's member is disappearing inside you, the sight alone almost enough to send her over the edge. She can't look away, can't hear anything other than your moans and whines. The feeling of the Blades cock and the strap on pressing and sliding together inside you was so addicting for her. She didn't know how much she needed to feel it.

"Ngh, ahhh, ahhh, nghhh" You mindlessly moan, your body limp and prone as they settle deeply in your tight, wet entrance, the stretch overwhelming your overstimulated brain. The feeling settles like a warm buzz at the back of your mind, overtaking any thought and feeling beyond them and the way they fill you.

Blade and Kafka are both inside you now, feeling how tight you are around them. They both pause for a moment, relishing in the feeling of filling you up completely.

You look so good, being filled by both of them, your body trembling and trembling with overwhelming pleasure.

"You take us so well.." Kafka pants, her voice thick with desire. 

Blade can only nod and groan in agreement, any movement making pleasure shoot through him, and it only made him hunger for more.

They're both so deep inside you now, their combined thickness feeling so good in your tight, wet entrance. You can feel how desperate they are, can see how desperately their bodies are straining not to give in and just take you.

You look just too good underneath them, taking them both so well. 

"You feel so good," Blade groans, his voice gruff with pleasure. He can't take his eyes off of you, can't stop watching you take them both.

Kafka can only agree, not being able to form any words from how much pleasure they're feeling. Just watching you take them both with such ease and lust made her even more endeared to you.

"Nhg.. mhh, move please... please..." You beg, needing them to move and take the pleasure from me. "Bladie... mistress.... please..." 

Kafka leans in, her hand reaching up to gently grip your chin, turning your head so that your gaze meets hers. 

"Look at me."

Her voice is rough, but tender. Her eyes bore into yours, intense and focused.

"You're such a good girl," she praises, the words making you shiver. 

She leans in closer, her lips almost touching yours.

"Is this what you wanted, mm? Is this what you craved..?"

"Ohhh yes... yes... I needed this... ahh." I moan before straining forward wanting to kiss while she thrusts into me. The angle now makes them slip deeper, a sharp cry of pleasure leaving me as they hit the deepest parts of me. 

Both Kafka and Blade let out sharp gasps as they continue to move inside you, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. It feels so good, and they're both losing themselves in the sensation.

Kafka, sensing your need for a kiss, closes the gap between you and captures your lips in a heated kiss.  Her hand moves from your chin to tangle into your hair, pulling you into the kiss as her tongue coaxes yours to play. She can't get enough of you.

Blade, caught between watching you both and the way the three of you come together, it only fueling his own desire

It's almost too much.

Their bodies rocking against you, the way they move in a perfect rhythm Kafka dominating your mouth and tongue, Blade taking in the sight of you both, your hands grasping onto the sheets as the pleasure overwhelming you, their grunts and moans filling your ears.

They're completely lost in the moment, giving themselves over fully to you, and you to them. They know they're not going to be able to control themselves much longer. we were all so close to coming.

Muffled, desperate moans drip into Kafka's mouth from mine as they just use your body as they want. Everything they were doing along with the thrusting, Kafka kissing me deeply, Blade feeling your body stroking the sensitive nub between your legs and toying with your breasts. It was all making me hurtle towards the edge of pleasure.

They continue to move together, their need growing stronger with each passing moment. With each thrust, they can feel you getting closer and closer, their movements becoming more urgent, more wild.

Kafka's tongue continues to dominate yours, her hand in your hair holding you in place while she explores your mouth. She's lost in the pleasure of it all, of having you completely at their mercy. 

Blade, too, is losing himself in the moment, the way your body moves against them both is driving him wild. He can't look away, can't stop touching you, can't get close

They're both so close, the need pooling between your legs so thick and desperate and intense.

Their hands roaming over your body, trying to feel everything at once.

Kafka's tongue moving greedily against yours, taking your breath away.

Blade's fingers tracing over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

It's too much, they know they're both on the edge of something amazing with you… just need a few more moments to get there

Their movements become faster, more chaotic, desperate to get to the finish line.

You couldn't even form words other than their names at this point, just mindlessly moaning "Kafka... bladie... mistress... ahhh" muffled into Kafka's mouth as she teasingly sucks on your tongue. My insides were on fire but felt so good, you were so close just a little more.

They're both so close, so desperate for that final push 

They can hear the desperation in your moans, the way you're begging for them.

Their movements grow more erratic, more urgent, more needy 

Kafka breaks the kiss, her own breathing labored, as she looks down at you, at the way you're writhing between them.

"You're so pretty like this.. a pretty mess just for us." She pants, her voice thick with desire.

When kafka breaks the kiss you flop back against Blade, your tongue flopped from between your lips as I moan out loud. My eyes are rolled back and teary now, your breaths fast and whiny. You were so, so close, your insides pulsing around them to signal that you’re close.

Blade feels more than hears your moans, and he knows you're close.

He can feel your insides, clenching around them, tightening. 

In the back of his head, there's a thought, a realization. 

They're both going to fill you up soon.

The thought combined with the way you look, so beautiful, wrecked, and needy. With a guttural moan, he speaks to you, the words nearly a plea, "Come for us." 

His words are deep and gruff, and it's almost enough to send you over the edge. 

But we're not quite there yet. 

Kafka leans back down again, her lips right next to your ear. "Come, pretty girl. Show us how much you love us." She husks, her words dripping with need.

At their words your body bows, your back arching, breasts pressing into Kafka’s as you scream in pleasure near Blade's ear as your head falls back against his shoulder. My body tensed hard while you squirt your pleasure over Kafkas chest. It would have ended if not for the Blade and Kafka not being done yet. They don't let you go, holding me tightly as you squirm and whine in overstimulation. 

You come undone between them, your body trembling and trembling against them as they hold you tight, not letting you go just yet.

They both know you're sensitive, overstimulated, but they're not done with you yet.

They hold you as you squirm and whine, letting you ride out your high on them. They're not done yet, they need more.

"That's our good girl," Kafka praises, her voice thick with desire.

Blade's own need grows stronger, his grip on you tightens. "You're such a mess," he growls, his voice low in your ear.

"Mghh ahhhhh" You can only respond in desperate moans, the continued pleasure driving me mad. You need them to come, to fill you with their pleasure. Tears of overstimulation and desperation flow from your eyes as you sob and moan, the two of them growing more rough and more intense.

They continue their ministrations, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

But they can't get too rough, can't let you go too soon.

Their movements grow more intense, their moans growing louder and more desperate.

They can hear your desperate moans, the way your body is trembling against them. They know you need this, know you need them to come, to fill you with their own pleasure.

"You're doing so well," Kafka praises, her voice dripping with desire.

"So good," Blade whispers shakily, his hips slamming up against you as his desperation mounts. "So good," he repeats, his voice rough and low.

Both of them are getting closer, their bodies growing more desperate, more needy for release.

Kafka's voice is thick with desire as she speaks. "You're going to make us come soon,"

She lets out a moan of her own, her grip on your hair tightening. 

"Just a little longer," She urges, and the way her voice is desperate makes you even more desperate.

You were heading for another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the last. I writhe and moan desperately, not sure what you want except for more, for them to come. "Bla...de... kaf...ka... nghhhh... ahhhh... too... much.... need more..." You moan deliriously, your tongue hanging from your mouth making the words slurred and muffled. 

They both feel you getting close again, your body trembling and trembling beneath them. 

They know you need more, need to come again, and they're determined to give it to you.

"Almost there," Kafka urges, her voice strained with desire. 

Blade's grip on your hips tightens, his own need almost at its peak. He can feel himself getting closer, and he knows it won't be long now.

"You're doing so well," he says, his voice low and rough, "Just a little more, pretty girl."

"We're close," Kafka pants, her voice needy. 

"So close," Blade grits out, his grip on you tightening even more.

They can see that you're close again, and they're so close they can barely hold back anymore.

You're a writhing, moaning mess beneath them, your body overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Come with us," Kafka urges, her voice strained with desire. They both know they won't be able to last much longer, and they want to come with you, to fill you to the brim with everything they have left. 

You pant, quick desperate pants until- you see white, your scream of pleasure silent as your body once again arches and tightens hard around them, the liquid pleasure flowing from me uncontrollably as you climax again, blacking out for a moment as the intensity knocks me unconscious for a short time.

They both reach their peak with you, their own pleasure releasing hot and fast inside you. Both spill all of their love and lust deep in you, and show their feelings for you. 

Moments later they regain their breath, they notice your sudden unconsciousness, their eyes wide with concern.

"You okay?" Blade asks gruffly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

Kafka's hand rests on your shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

At their words your eyes flutter open, the exhaustion of our pleasure knocked me to sleep. "Ngh... ahhh.. Kafka... Bladie..." you slur tiredly, Your body trembling with the aftershock of pleasure and how full you felt.

They both let out sighs of relief as you wake up, their concern fading.

Kafka runs her hand through your hair, a tender gesture. "You alright?" she asks again, her voice softer now.

Blade's hand is still on your shoulder, his grip loose but steady. "You passed out for a moment there," he says, concern still in his voice.

They both look at you, seeing how tired and trembling you are, how full you are of them both. It's a sight they won't forget soon.

"Mmmh... more than alright.... never felt better... you two really know how to treat a lady.." You quip with a broken chuckle, your voice rough from the moaning and screaming in pleasure you'd done at their hands.

They both chuckle at your quip, their eyes still on you. They know they gave you their all, and it was worth it.

Kafka's hand is still in your hair, her fingers tracing over your scalp in an affectionate gesture. "We aim to please," she says with a smirk.

Blade's hand is still on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly. "You're definitely not gonna forget this anytime soon," he teases.

"Hmm..." you take a deep shaky breath, moaning softly at the full feeling and relaxing back against Blade's chest fully. "Gonna... hafta do this again... sometime..." 

Their eyes light up at your words.

Kafka's smirk widens, and her hand moves from your hair to rest on your hip. "Definitely."

Blade agrees wholeheartedly, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "Definitely."

They both look down at you, still pressed between them, and they know they'll want to do this again soon.

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Late Nights At The Office

Kafka x fem!Reader Office Au

My first time writing pls be gentle <3

English is also not my first language, so please correct me on any spelling mistakes!

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You sat at your office lazily staring at post-its you stuck to the side of your computer screen. Reminding you of deadline after deadline as you sigh of frustration. Before you can continue wallowing in stress and a soon to be burnout, you hear the familiar sound of glossy louboutins walking past your cubicle. Her red-wine colored hair flowing so elegantly through the air as if immune to the damp office atmosphere.

Kafka, the head supervisor at your company, is one of the only reasons you can keep your head afloat during these stressful periods. Through helping you finish a task or guiding you towards the right solution to a problem, she is always the savior when you're most in need of one. You've always felt a magnetic force pulling you towards her. As if her sultry voice wasn't enough, the way she leans into your shoulder from behind you looking at your work from time to time doesn't help either.

You wanted her. No, craved her. But you can not have her. Not as if you'd have a chance anyway. You're sure theres plenty of pathetic sods out there vying for her affection, not like you'd be the first. As you snap out of your thoughts, your work phone rings. "Hey, could you get me some of that new printer paper?" Your leech of a coworker asks you. It's not that you're against helping someone in need. It's just that you're always the one retrieving stuff for people. Its not like they can't get it themselves. You just yearn to please everyone around you to the point you refuse to say no.

As you walk to the supply room smiling at people you pass by, a tall shape forms itself in your peripheral. "Well, hello, seems we're going the same way. Are you looking for some staplers aswell?" She says with a slight chuckle. Even when asking such a simple question, her voice still has you completely under her spell.

"I- uh no, actually, I'm getting some printer paper for jhon," you say meekly. "Jhon up on floor 5? Why couldn't he come down here himself?" You try to explain yourself, defending your coworker at the same time, stuttering over all your words. Luckily, before your words have the chance to drive the course of your conversation, the supply room door comes in sight. You reach towards the door handle, but Kafka beats you to it, opening the door for you, letting you enter first.

The gentle act makes your heart flutter. You shake your head slightly, trying to rid yourself of the butterflies.

The supply room is very small, no bigger than a small New York apartment bathroom. The tightness of the space making you and kafka stand almost flush against each other. You start looking through the drawers full of random office supplies, and you coincidentally find the staplers kafka was looking for. As you turn around to face her to tell her about your findings, you hear a swift click. The sound of a door locking. You look at kafka standing right behind you near the door, almost looking as shocked as you are.

"Are we..?" You trail on. "...locked in here? Yes, I believe so." Kafka finishes the sentence for you as she examines the door. A look of concern, yet her lips painted with a slight smirk. Too bad you're too concerned with the situation at hand to notice. You try to push against the door with all your might while Kafka just observes in amusement.

Before you cause harm to yourself, Kafka separates you and the door by standing in between. Looking right down at you. "I'm sure someone will come find us soon. How will they continue working without staplers." She says trying to lighten the mood.

You're suddenly hyper-aware of how close your bodies are. Her hips almost touching yours, your chin hovering over her chest. Her lips are not far from your face. The tension might make you combust. Her hand brushes yours as she puts her arm on the wall behind you, achieving a more comfortable stance. All the while, you're anything but. Sweating profusely, your hands feel clammy as you do not dare to look her in the eyes.

"You know... I've always wondered what you'd look like from this angle. Never imagined it'd be in a storage room, but nonetheless, who am I to complain about a gift given to me by the heavens." She says with a very evident smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she looks down at you adoringly.

"What..?"

Still not daring to look up, you question her words, trying to process what she just said. "A cute thing like you shouldn't be so surprised. im sure everyone in this office would love a chance to be here with you right now." She whispers in your ear, the words almost sounding dirty in a way you can not describe.

"I've been watching you lately. Stumbling into the office when your bus is delayed again. Your face crunching up when you're frustrated by whatever Excel document you're working on, your unwavering smile when it's lunchtime, and the local convenience store happens to have those little burritos you enjoy eating.

The only thing I can think of during those small moments is that I want to experience them with you. I want to be the one buying you the snacks that make you smile so brightly. I want to be the one relieving your stress during a tough day. I want to be there with you. I want you."

Your mind blancs trying to muster a response as your head is filled with thousands of different thoughts jumbling together into one big mess. Your cheeks redden faster than you can say stellaron as your eyes start darting around in the room.

"Look at me." She demands softly, yet still sounding endearing. The kind of kindness she only reserves for you.

When she notices you're not planning on looking at her any time soon, she holds your chin and tilts it upwards. Even in this stuffy storage room, Kafka looks just as dazzling as ever. To think a woman like that wants to spend time with you. The thought itself is dizzying.

You notice her leaning closer as your chest comes in contact with hers. She pushes you towards the wall as she puts her leg in between yours. "Dinner tomorrow evening. I'll pick you up at 8." She grins as she takes a step back towards the door hearing you mewl at the loss of contact. She takes a copper key out of her pocket and inserts it into the lock. Opening the door to the storage room. She holds it open for you as you step out, looking flushed as ever. She giggles softly as she walks past you. Brushing against your small frame.

After recollecting yourself in Kafka's absence, you start walking back to your cubicle. You notice there being at least 4 staplers in the room. Enough for everyone to use.

You're excited but strangely terrified for tomorrow.

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Should i make a part 2?