#honkai star rail kafka

[amphibiahawks321]

RING RING RING

Kafka : Hm?

[Kafka Pulls out her phone out of her pocket]

Kafka : .......Sweetheart?

My adorable sweetheart💜

🟩 🟥

Accept Decline

Accept

Kafka : Hey dear~ Are you okay?

M!Reader : Y-yeah I just-

Kafka : everything alright?

M!Reader : Yeah I'm alright! i-i just... Can't stop thinking about you.... and I really miss you...

Kafka : ....

[Kafka starts to form a tiny blush]'

Kafka : Chuckles I can keep you company on the phone if you want~

M!Reader Blushing : Ahem i would really like that-

[Gunshots were heard through the phone]'

Kafka : Hehe I really thought they were no more guards

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : Are you on a Mission right now!?

Kafka : H-hehe Yeah

M!Reader : W-we could do this later if you want, I don't wanna distract-

Kafka : No no! It's okay sweetheart we can still talk while I'm doing my mission, you know I'm capable of doing it dear~

M!Reader Blushing : can't argue with that

[The next hour Y/N and Kafka keeps on talking on the phone with each other💜 even though a gunshot can be heard almost every minute]

[metalbody]

　　𓉸　　kafka　　graphics˖ 　

　　𖦹　　f2u　w　credits、　anons　　req　🕷️

[moonsaver]

The care Package III

Our production line seems to be having problems. Our users are asked to cooperate as the packages have been mixed and sent to different users who had not ordered for the received false packages. This is a guide in the case our users are unable to, or decide not to, return the package.

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Summary: refer to part 1 here! It contains Dr ratio and Argenti. Part 2 is here with Aventurine and Sunday. This part contains Kafka and Blade!

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The Velvet Package

The package shakes a bit, and then settles quietly. You stare at it for a while, but no other movement seems to take place. After a while, you decide to open it..

The package itself is very neatly tied – it's purple in color and highlighted by silver linings, however, the fanciful ribbons seem amiss.. perhaps it was an overlooked detail?

On the inside is a Kafka, who seems to be enjoying her nap. Users are advised to wait for Kafka to wake up instead of taking the initiative. Some users report a pleasantly humorous experience, while some users report a mysterious and eerie one, if they wake up Kafka by initiative.

Kafka is a very pleasant one! Her Beginner and Intermediate stages do not differ by much. She is conversable, and does not explore her surroundings too much in the absence of User. Beginner Kafka will need a comfortable and relaxed environment – preferably one that has a very lively but slow-going vibe. Beginner Kafka however, may continue to feel distant with the user. Users may level up Kafka from Beginner to Intermediate by spending more time with her, and trying to understand her personal taste, asking opinions, and engaging Kafka in more activities that may deepen your bonds.

Feel free to pick up Kafka however you'd like. But.. the user must also know that Kafka will remember it very well into her Advanced Stage.

Intermediate Kafka is not so different. She may grow more curious, however, and explore her gift box for the default accessories that may have been gifted alongside her. Some users state their experience with Kafka as blissful, and some express their annoyance, as users have stated Kafka may play her Violin Prop 2 whenever she pleases, which is often, and even may do so in the middle of the night. You may try to come to a compromise with Kafka by setting specific time frames for her to play the violin. As for whether she will listen.. that is up to her.

Intermediate Kafka will also interact more personally and frequently with User – especially regarding medias revolving around movies or cosmetics. Kafka is especially helpful if you have a date night. Her skill, Insightful Understanding [II] may help decipher the feelings of those around you, and of yourself. She will often listen to your troubles and try to give meaningful solutions, or a good ear to listen. However – Kafka is also prone to teasing the user regarding some of their choices and feelings, which may lead some users to feel embarrassed. This is simply Kafka trying to deepen her bond with user, so please be open and friendly to her.

Advanced Kafka experiences and brings many changes that users may deem extreme. Kafka at this stage is described to be “close but distant” at the same time. She offers good advice, as her skill, Insightful Understanding levels up from [II] to [III], also giving her a bonus skill of Strategic Fear [II], letting Kafka be able to manipulate others as the user pleases. Kafka also would like to play strategic games more often such as Chess. She is prone to utilising the Toy Gun accessories in a strange manner, and may set up false targets to “practice”. Users are advised to let Kafka do as such, as she will continue regardless of user's satisfaction. Kafka may also go through user's personal belongings and set up many outfit combinations for user, give cosmetic and clothing advice, and help user with their personal taste. However, Kafka herself has very expensive taste, so she may request silk or velvet cloths for her own use. Users are advised to order accessories to please Kafka's demands from our Website, instead.

Users do not usually have to worry about ordering extra accustomed accessories such as Violin Prop 3, Sword Prop 2, etc.. for Advanced Kafka, as she may do it so herself. She will become much more self-sufficient, and may even go as far as to take care of and repair User's belongings aswell. 

Congratulations! Now you have a Kafka. She may grow up to about 5’7-5’8 in height, and will usually lounge around. Users are advised to keep a close eye on Kafka and not let her abuse her skill, Strategic Fear [II], as it may level up to Strategic Fear [IV], and potentially cause legal issues. {Our company has advised our users thoroughly, and whatever issues may follow are not our responsibility. However, if we deem that the User is too morally bankrupt, we may take back Kafka}. Kafka is prone to Loneliness [I] and will often want to spend time with User whenever they are free – but she may not verbalize these feelings, so users are encouraged to set up a routine Kafka can look forward to, such as movie nights, sleepovers, etc.. User may be able to assist Kafka feel less lonely by her Companion Feature – Trailblazer, Blade, Silver Wolf, or Sam may be added and housed alongside her. However, users are cautioned not to let them be alone for too long, lest they end up causing trouble..

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The Black Package

The package is silent for the longest time. However, if it is left for too long, the package will start violently shaking, before bursting open and then staying silent once again.

Inside the package is a tired Blade – he is not comfortable or pleased with his circumstances of being tiny and inside the box.

Users are advised to immediately try and comfort Blade by using the accessories provided – First aid kit Prop 1, Music Box prop 1, Medicine 3, etc..

Beginner Blade may be standoff-ish, and very distant. He will be reluctant to leave his gift box, and interact with the outside environment. Users are advised to place Blade inside his box, and somewhere stable with dim-lighting, with little change and a lot of privacy and quietness. Beginner Blade takes a lot of time to adjust well to his surroundings due to his senses – Sense Enhancement [II], which makes him prone to sensory overstimulation and anxiety easily. He may growl if you try to force him out of his gift box.

Do not pick up Blade. He will not like it. It will increasingly stunt his growth if the user persists and insists on picking up Blade.

Users often complain it is difficult to level up Blade from his Beginner stage to Intermediate stage. We urge our users to be patient with Blade. You may help him by offering him comfort with Music box Prop 1, and converse often with him. Blade does not seem talkative, but he often finds comfort in User's personal daily life. Blade is prone to Loneliness [III], and may immediately delevel if neglected for even a day. Users are advised to keep Blade company for 7-8 hours a day – as long as Blade is within the user's vicinity, he will feel accompanied.

Intermediate Blade will continue his state of stagnancy, but will occasionally show some symptoms of growth – he may take the initiative and ask for User's day, hum along quietly to the Music box, explore his surroundings a bit more, and take a few trinkets of User to keep in his gift box. Depending on how often User may chose to have spent time with Blade, resistance against Loneliness [III] evolves it into Loneliness [I], and Blade will be able to feel more assured and less lonely in times of User's absence. He may also verbalize quiet and short appreciation if user chooses to leave by a small note of assurance in their absence.

Users are cautioned to be well prepared in advance for Advanced Blade. In this Stage, Blade is prone to Mara Deterioration [IV] which greatly affects his mental state. Users are advised to order for Medicine 2 as an accustomed accessory for Advanced Blade. You may also help Advanced Blade by his Companion feature, and bring in a Kafka or a Silver Wolf. They will help tether the Mara Deterioration to a level [II]. However, users are cautioned to not under any circumstances, house others with Blade's Companion feature – especially Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, and Jingliu. This may immediately delevel Advanced Blade back to his Beginner stage, and worsen Mara Deterioration to a [V] {Blade is at risk of permanent damage.}

Advanced Blade is quiet, and does not often converse, similar to his Beginner Stage. However, he is more open to exploring newer areas, and may take up an interest in his Sword Prop 4, and practice it on makeshift targets made of useless or waste belongings of the User. He does not demand much, except for the occasional pain medicine. However, Blade's Sense Enhancement [II] levels up to a Sense Enhancement [IV], and he will protect and warn User of any incoming danger or hazard that may pose a risk to their life.

Congratulations! You now have a Blade. He may grow up to about 5'10-6’1 in size. Blade offers a good ear for Users who often make light-hearted and easy conversation, and talk about their days. Blade may make an effort to verbalize his appreciation for User's support, so we urge user to remain patient with Blade. He may insist on being called Yingxing from time to time. {Our users are advised not to fret, this was the name of our previous Blade Model}. He may also offer to act as User's bodyguard.. as long as User is ready to take on the responsibility of his actions. {Our company has advised our users thoroughly, and whatever issues may follow are not our responsibility. However, if we deem that the User is too morally bankrupt, we may take back Blade}. Have fun with your.. Blade. 

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[mi-dori]

The Milf Magnet: Rich Lady CEO

Prompt of Series: You've recently finished high school and now you wanted to further your studies at a college that was a few cities away. You moved into a new neighbourhood and was met with all kinds of unexpected encounter

Prompt of Fic: Your Midterms are approaching and since you've transferred, you've made alot of friends from rich to poor. One of your friends, Stelle invited you to study at her house and there you ran into her Mom whom you've had a couple of encounters with and some how you ended up in her bed at the end of the day.

Warnings: G!P Reader, Mentions of Cunnilingus, Character taking control, uses of blindfolds, ropes, creampies, Character being obsessed with you

Featuring: Stelle, March, Blade.

KAFKA X READER

Three weeks have passed since your encounter with a redhead someone. She hasn't left your mind since and surely you wanted more but how can you face her? Was it fear? Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just the fact that you'd get too flustered just by seeing her face; remembering how fucked out it looked that night. You've received multiple calls and texts from her, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer them and besides, you have your midterms approaching which will work as the perfect excuse for not replying back to her.

"I really can't grasp accounts," March sighed dejectedly, her hands held tightly by Stelle. Out of all the friends you've made, March and Stelle were two of the closest ones and they've been there for you since you met them. You've had a few encounters with Stelle's mom, mostly because she had relations with the school board and because she's a CEO. The interactions with her were longer than expected because everytime she visits the school, you were assigned to her for the day, offering your assistance whenever she needed and acting as a tour guide for her. Something about her made you feel slightly flustered and small. Her intimidating gaze never failed to make you shrink and her captivating smile was one you could never deny.

"Do you wanna come over to my place? The three of us could study together." Stelle suggested. March smiled and so did you. Stelle's place was enormous and comfortable and compared to the house you're renting, it's much more convenient as well.

Stelle's driver- Blade, came to pick you up. If Blade was here, that means Stelle's mom was home. A slightly uneasy feeling started to stir up within you. "You okay there? You look a little pale," March placed her hand on your head. You shook your head no before smiling.

"I'm fine March." Stelle looked at you in a way that made you think she didn't believe you before she went to her car and soon followed you and March. The drive to Stelle's house was peaceful. Small conversations were exchanged back and forth between you three and soon after, you arrived at her large house. Blade opened the door and led you three into the house where the maids were running about doing work. He continued leading you until you stopped at a big door that was labelled "Office".

"This is your mom's office?!" March exclaimed. Stelle nodded enthusiastically, a proud smile beaming her face. With a deep breath, you walked into her office was Blade went in first and informed Kafka of your arrival.

As you entered, you started to feel uneasy and flustered. Kafka was wearing a white Button up shirt with the first three buttons undone. Her glasses was on the bridge of her nose and her hair was tied loosely in a pony tail. "Mom! I'm home. I've brought some friends to study with." Kafka took her attention off the screen and looked at her daughter with a smile. She took off her glasses and got up.

"Welcome home Stelle and her little friends. I'm a bit occupied at the moment so please make yourself comfortable." She hugged Stelle, then March and lastly you.

"My~ you've grown a bit since the last time y/n~" when she hugged you, you felt her run her hands all over your back making goose bumps raise on your skin.

"T-thank you miss K-kafka.."

"Oh dear, I told you to drop the 'ms'. You're making me feel older than I already am," she chuckled as she let you go. You took a good look around her office, admiring the art works she had mounted on her walls.

"You kids head on downstairs. I'll finish up some work and then I'll come down to help you all study okay."

With her last statement, you all made your way downstairs. The maids placed snacks and drinks in the study area and you took a seat on the comfortable couch. "Now this is the life!" March exclaimed as she relaxed in the couch. "Having maids do everything for you while you get to relax is amazing!" Stelle chuckled at her girlfriend's enthusiasm.

The three of you began studying and an hour later, Kafka came down and helped you guys. She explained all the concepts the three of you didn't understand and made sure to break in down into smaller details. All that studying made you kinda sleepy so you excused yourself and headed to the bathroom.

Splashing some cold water on your face didn't help you one bit and as you were about to exit, Kafka walked in with a loose robe. "Are you alright deary?" She asked, a bit of teasing in her voice.

"I-I'm fine m-Kafka... I'm just kinda sleepy is all."

"Sleepy eh?" She walked inside the bathroom and looked the door before corning you up against the wall.

"I got something to keep you awake for a good amount of time~"

A/n:

Hehehe cliffhanger 😈

Don't worry, there will be a part 2 with the actual smut.

[strwbmei]

Cockwarming with Kafka... She would be so cruel with it; humming as she works on the pile of documents on her desk, purposely moving in a way that makes you feel good, but not good enough. You don’t even know how you got there or how long you’ve been there— she just broke the suggestion at some point and there you were, clinging to her desperate to cum.

You'd be wrong to think she'd let you, though. She knows what she's doing; how much she can affect you with little to no effort. You'd whine about how close you were, but you quickly regret it as a feeling of emptiness washes over you when Kafka completely pulls out. After all, you're there for her pleasure, not the other way around. Then you wait and wait and wait under her desk; silently looking at her with pleading eyes that begged for her to let you be her good girl again.

Kafka might give you a chance— namely by taking her strap that's still coated in your slick as far as you can down your throat. She holds you there; absolutely relishing in the sight of your throat bulging, tears leaving streams down your cheeks that you hollowed to take in even more of her inside. You're just so eager to please; not even trying to pull away even though you can barely breathe.

She's not satisfied, though; so she decides to fuck your throat for a while, thrusting deeply and making you choke on her strap. You can't help but feel yourself get wet when Kafka mockingly asks if this is enough for you, even though you can't answer with your throat filled and your lips pressed into her crotch. Even though your pleas are muffled by her strap, Kafka already knows exactly what you want; she always does. Within seconds, you find yourself in a situation you've grown familiar with; your body bent over her desk as she coos into your ear about how much of a greedy slut you are while aligning her strap with your quivering entrance.

She's rough. You're given no time to adjust as she sets a heavy pace immediately. Each thrust knocks the air out of your lungs and the documents on Kafka's desk are now scattered all over the floor. At first, you're screaming her name because you feel so good, but she slows down right as you're about to cum. She makes you beg for it, and if you dare to try and move your hips to get there faster she will stop moving until you apologize properly. She's so mean with it, too. She doesn't want a half-assed apology; each one causing her to deliver a slap on your ass. No, she wants you to be specific down to the smallest things. What exactly are you apologizing for? What do you want her to do to you? She can sit there all day until you say sorry for being a bad girl and disturbing her when you should be the one serving her instead. And you will, because good girls use their words; no matter how humiliating.

You thought you'd be allowed to cum after you apologized, and you were, but now you're not allowed to stop until Kafka says so. She's so cruel; forcing you to keep on bouncing no matter how overstimulated and overwhelmed you are by the pleasure. By your second orgasm, your screams have turned to feint whimpers and mumbles of praise as she forces your exhausted body to keep going. She wants to see you fall apart and she will. Mommy always gets what she wants. You've come to learn that the hard way.

Every time you think to yourself that you can't cum anymore, Kafka proves you wrong with orgasm after orgasm; your cum and slick forming a white ring around the base of her strap. This was what you asked for, and you were going to get it. The pleasure hurt so good, each sensation burning her touch into your skin as her strap molded your cunt to its shape. Her hips are rutting into you relentlessly and she leans in to whisper into your ear words that you can't make sense of from how fucked out you already are.

She keeps going until you pass out, and probably even longer, not that you'd know or even care anyway. All you know is by the time you wake up you're tied to her bed with vibrators taped to your nipples and clit, a ring gag in your mouth, and an uncomfortably large buttplug in your ass. Because good girls stay awake for mommy, and you couldn't do that.

Very special thanks to @teethoftheeditor for giving me this idea and helping me write like, more than half of it. Go follow them if you haven't already!

Fun fact; I actually fell asleep on my desk while I was writing for this idea lmao

╰┈➤ taglist ; @teethoftheeditor , @roninraccoon , @hedgehog666 , @dukemira

[yitiaok01]

Some HSR 🗑 🌟

[crguang]

now i bend like a willow thinking of you

You don’t do sleepless nights. But tonight, Kafka’s absence feels heavier than usual.

fem!reader, 1.2K words of fluff really

A/N: can’t believe kafka of all people got me writing… i thought of this cute scenario and it wouldn’t leave my mind until i wrote it. curse you, sexy woman!!!!

Thermostat set to just below room temperature and unable to see a foot in front of you due to the room’s absolute darkness, it won’t be long before you surrender to your body’s fatigue. You stayed up later than usual, your mind restlessly running circles around a certain woman. You’ve willed it to shut up and let you sleep for almost an hour now, to no avail. Your limbs are heavy, your cheek is comfortably buried in your pillow and still you think of her. Honestly, how pathetic can you be— unable to sleep because her presence leaves behind a substantial silence whenever she leaves your sight. It’s strange, it’s the first time quiet has made you uneasy. You’ve built your life in the deep of it and found a home in solitude, yet…

In the past few years you’ve known her, you’ve learned that Kafka leaves an impression in any room she steps into, purposefully or not. She’s elusive and her thoughts even more so, but impossible to overlook. Maybe it’s the obvious disinterest in almost everything that reflects through her eyes. Maybe it’s the fixed curl of her lips into her signature enigmatic smile, leaving you with the sensation that she has something up her sleeve. Perhaps it’s her unusual hair color. You don’t know. Despite her infuriating ways and the amusement she finds in toying with people, you’ve always noticed her; the subtle perfume she wears, the twitch of her mouth when something catches her eye, her ridiculous attention to detail when it comes to coats. You feel you could notice everything about her and still not know who she is. Or rather, still have things to discover like she’s an entire universe compacted into one person. Could you be content learning her if that was the only thing you dedicated your years to?

You bring a palm to your cheek, feeling your skin heat up, and groan in disgust. No way the thought of her was flustering you so. How deplorable. It’s only been four days since she offered you a wink as goodbye and left to complete part of Elio’s Script with Silver Wolf in tow. You’re stuck with Blade and Sam, the brooding ones, and it would be fine if the quiet wasn’t making your skin crawl. Such an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling. You pat your cheek a couple times and shake your head. You shift into the bed, adjusting the comforter over your body. You will not let Kafka take up any more space in your mind when you should be peacefully asleep, enough is enough.

You’re drowsy and minutes away from finally passing out when the door creaks open. You hear it shut softly seconds later. Your muddled mind only allows your muscles to tense up in the face of a potential threat before the realization hits you when the sound of heels clacking across the floor registers in your brain. You sit up in a flash, reach for the lamp on your bedside table to flick the light open, then turn towards your supposed assailant with narrowed eyes.

Kafka blinks at you when you meet her gaze, and her fingers stop fiddling with the button of her shirt as she stands in the middle of the room without her favourite coat. You stare at each other for a moment before her eyelids lower perceptibly and her lips stretch into that usual smile.

“…Ugh.” You ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at seeing her in the dim yellow light and turn the lamp back off. You can feel her amusement as you settle back into a comfortable position on your side, an arm under the pillow.

You’re still sleepy, but now that she’s actually here your traitorous mind has been lit up again. You hear the rustling of her clothes as she unclasps the various straps and buckles of her outfit. Without saying a word, she fills the silence around you in a way that brings relief to your soul. It’s stupid, you think, how easily she reduces you to a lovestruck fool. You hate the power she holds over you, yet crave its soothing effect.

“How was the mission?” You mutter, eyes still shut.

You hear her clothes hit the floor when she replies with a drawl, “Boring. Long.”

You catch the notes of exasperation in her voice. “At least you got to stretch your legs.”

She hums. You guess she’s rummaging through your closet for something to sleep in when she pauses, presumably finds what she’s looking for, then closes the door.

“Don’t worry,” she says, her tone undoubtedly teasing, “we’ll find a use for you yet.”

“Fuck you,” you utter without a bite, fatigue slurring your words a little.

Her following chuckle makes you smile. There are muted footsteps on the wooden floor as Kafka approaches the bed, tugging on the tie in her hair to set it loose from her ponytail. She runs a hand through the freed locks.

“Move,” she orders simply.

You grumble, brows furrowing in offense even as you comply and make space for her on the left side of the bed. “You’re so bossy. It’s literally my bed.”

She makes a noise of agreement while slipping under the covers. Her chest presses against your back and a hand sneaks under your shirt to slither across your stomach to the valley of your breasts where it rests comfortably. Her thigh lodges itself between yours. You hear the faintest breath of satisfaction as the tip of her nose brushes your exposed nape. Kafka is warm and secure against you, two things you feel a bit silly to associate with her. They best describe her in this moment, however, and you’re too tired to fight how relaxed she makes you feel.

“…You’re wearing my shampoo,” she says suddenly. You feel her breath on your skin.

“No.”

Embarrassment washes over you. You forgot that you washed your hair with her shampoo that morning because you always liked the scent and you missed her. You didn’t think she would be back in at least a couple more days and thought that the smell would have time to fade away before she could notice. Ugh.

You can almost see her teasing, growing smile in your mind’s eye as she makes a show of inhaling your hair more deeply, burying her nose in it and taking a long audible breath.

“That is definitely my shampoo.”

“I ran out of mine and yours was right there,” you reply dismissively.

Kafka smiles. She sees through your charade, of course, she always has. Her index finger traces inconsequential shapes into the skin of your chest.

“You missed me.”

You don’t contradict her. “Whatever.”

Your hand moves under your shirt to lace your fingers with hers and she hums contently behind you. Kafka leaves many statements unsaid, masterfully navigates a conversation to only reveal what she wants you to know, but you know her enough for these words to not get lost in the sensations she gives you. It’s the middle of the night and she came to your room fully dressed in her everyday clothes. She only had the idea to discard her coat before seeking you out moments after coming back from her mission, and now she’s curled around you like a satisfied cat, breathing in the shampoo in your hair. She’s missed you too.

With Kafka’s heartbeat against your back and her controlled breaths on the back of your neck, sleep comes ridiculously easy. You doze off, the sound of her alike a lullaby meant for your ears only.

[rintoki]

visitors in the night

characters: kafka x dom!fem!reader

cw: use of strap, rough sex, mentions of somnophilia, reader might be like a robot or smth idk what’s going on with them

a/n: i have no clue what i was wafflin on about something about story setting i think i had a headache ok idk also sorry for any spelling / grammar / punctuation mistakes. even though reader is not actually gendered they just have a fem body, can be read as wlw, read it if u want to idk.

“kafka.”

you glanced up at the purple-haired woman from the book you were reading in bed, watching silently as she pushes it to the side, sidling into your lap.

she doesn’t speak a word, her body language telling you enough. the silk robe wrapped loosely around her body brushes against your skin, and out of your periphery you can see it falling to the sides of her thighs, exposing the milky white skin to you—surely all to get you to pay attention to her. but you can’t find it in yourself to entertain it, eyes boring into hers as you waited for her to explain the interruption.

kafka pouts when you seem unfazed by her advances, resting her arms around your shoulders and leaning in a little closer, “come on…”

she all but purrs into your ear, pressing her body against yours in yet another attempt to get a reaction out of you. to be perfectly honest, you weren’t expecting this out the her. sure, at one point, you played with and entertained her, thinking it’d be a one time thing and you’d both move on. but the enigmatic woman has come waltzing back to you just one too many times to be ‘just for fun’, clearly making herself at home in your residence. you sighed, this is going to be a long night.

and on your lap, kafka shivers. the thin material of her robe doing nothing to keep her warm from the cold air, and instead relying on the heat from your body. a jarring contrast from the iciness in your expression, the very same disinterest that first drew her in. with excitement beginning to swirl in her lower belly, kafka readjusts herself, loosening the knot that held her robe together and letting it slip lower on her shoulders.

“kafka,” you repeated, your eyes fall to the side as you reluctantly set down the half-read book to finally pay full attention to the woman on your lap. the sound of her name falling from your lips sent shivers down her spine, her back arching just a little.

“did you need something?”

she smiles; lips curling as her eyes scan over your face, tracing the curve of your jawline before finally resting on the neckline of your dress shirt, the top buttons unbuttoned with a clear view of your cleavage.

“don’t be like that, darling. i think we both know what i need from you,” she sounds almost breathless, her voice low as one hand reaches for the button that struggled to hold your blouse together, the soft cotton stretching tight over your chest. with a soft sigh, you put your hand over hers, effectively stopping any attempt to unbutton your top.

“i don’t believe i received any message from you about what you might need?” you tilted your head to the side, sitting up a little straighter as you slowly brought her hand to your lips, giving it a soft kiss before placing it where it was previously—wrapped around your shoulders.

“i’m sorry, should i have scheduled an appointment with you?”

“that would be ideal…” your voice trails off as you wrapped an arm around her waist, gently laying her on the bed as your other hand supported you. kafka smiles up at you, breathing deeply as your head dips down to kiss her neck, your arm wrapped securely around her waist; your slow, steady movements beginning to drive her mad.

“then i’ll have time to prepare,” you whispered, bringing your hand from around her waist to cup her breast, massaging it through the silk robe. you hear a soft sigh from the woman, her chest pushing against your hand as you thumb brushed over her nipple.

your lips traveled down her collarbone, pushing one side of the robe aside as you beginning to kiss around her breast, purposefully avoiding her sensitive bud that you know she likes to be touched. kafka’s breath quickens, feeling her back muscles tensed as you tease around it, her grip on your shirt tightening.

“prepare?” her voice was beginning to sound strained, breathing unevenly as you continued to kiss around her breast, everywhere except where she wants to feel your mouth the most, meanwhile the other side was left neglected and aching. kafka presses her head back into the mattress, her body begging for more but not wanting to push you for it. had it been anyone else, she might have just forced them into what she wants, take over their will to do her bidding. but for reasons unknown, that doesn’t work with you. which then begs the question of why she keeps coming back to you knowing you’d tease her like this. she doesn’t quite want to think about that yet, though, instead focusing on your hand that pushes apart her legs, fingers tracing along her thighs.

“to fuck you, of course.”

—

at this point, kafka wasn’t really sure how long it’s been, her hands gripping the soft sheets as you left get your strap. it actually hasn’t been that long yet, perhaps maybe a half hour had passed since she first sat on your lap. but in her lust-fuelled mind, it felt like hours considering you have yet to fuck her like promised.

instead, you spent the time kissing and caressing her body, massaging her chest and teasing her nipples. and you were so fucking good at that, licking and sucking on her sensitive buds until they felt raw and swollen. and even after you would continue to roll the buds between your fingers, until you drew out soft whimpers from her, shying away from your touch and yet her hips trembled with need.

“finally,” kafka mutters, watching from her spot on the bed as you came back with the toy, her purple eyes following your every move as you slipped it on and secured it in place. just the sight of it aroused her further, anticipating the feeling of your cock buried in her walls already.

her robe was a mess; the lower half pushed to the sides to expose her pretty pussy to you, glistening even in the dim lighting of the room. even so you stopped her from undoing the knot that held it together, “keep it on, i quite like it actually.”

kafka only smiles in response, holding your gaze as you crawled over to her once again, before hooking her legs over your forearms and pushing it up. now in this position, it was much more obvious how wet you’ve got her, pussy oozing with juices as it awaits your cock. her breathing gets heavier again as you continuing to toy with her, her walls clenching and unclenching. your fingers brushed along her entrance and watching as more fluid leaks out her, and an involuntary twitch of her hips.

“come on,” she groans, leaning her head back and wiggling her hips, urging you to do something already. you could only laugh in return, before lining up the tip of the dildo to her hole, and in one swift motion, pushed into her pussy completely.

“ah—!” the yelped that escaped her lips was uncharacteristic, and ‘surprise’ was not an emotion she could relate to, but the feeling of your cock buried fully inside her in one thrust was unexpected. instead she had expected you to take your time, fucking her slow and steady until she can no longer take it.

but now kafka could feel your cock in her belly, pushing against her insides so deeply that she could barely breathe. without even giving her time to adjust to the sudden stretch, you’ve already beginning moving your hips, pushing deep into her with every thrust and making sure your hipbones pressed against her ass every time.

you kept your breathing steady, and your movements sharp, pressing kafka’s thighs down until she was almost folded in half, forming a pretty V-shape as her legs hung limply. to you, it merely felt like a workout, the only pleasure you received from this was watching the woman below you gasp and moan out from your relentless thrusts. watching her normally collected composure crumble, and her eyes roll back with pleasure.

even as kafka started to squirt halfway through, her juices spraying out every time you pulled out, you kept up your brutal pace, pushing back in full force. her body bounced with your thrusts, and every movement caused her sensitive nipples to brush against the silk fabric which only amplified the sensations running through her body.

now, sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, and kafka’s gasps for air filled the room. her hands gripped your arms, nails digging into your skin but you barely noticed it, fully focused on the woman beneath, watching every rise of her chest and every twitch of her hips. you’ve done this enough to know, what her body likes the best.

kafka could barely take a full breath between each of your thrusts, and it didn’t matter how tightly her pussy walls clenched; not when you’re pulling out and forcing it back in like that. pleasure coiled in her lower belly, tightening until it was almost unbearable. she could feel her hips and thighs quivering, the muscles struggling against your grip. in and out and in and out, kafka feels her mind getting dizzier, your cock felt so good inside as her back arches, right on the verge of an orgasm before it all suddenly stops.

in an instant, all sensations was ripped from her and she could no longer feel your warmth. somewhere in her mind, she just barely registers the whine that leaves her throat, body aching for your touch, your cock, once again. so out of it that she doesn’t even notice you flipping her to her front, face buried in the sheets as you lift her hips off the bed. the moans that escaped her lips she can’t even care to muffle; high-pitched and needy when you pull her hips back onto your cock, the lewd sounds echoing through the room.

the orgasm that you had so cruelly ripped from her was quickly building again, this time much faster as the tip of your cock pressed against the swollen bundle of nerves within her with every thrust. pain and pleasure mixed together under your bruising pace, kafka was sure that she’d feel it in the morning, but she cannot complain. after all, this was what she wanted—what she needed from you.

this time, you don’t stop. even as her pussy ached from oversensitivity and the bed below has been completely drenched with her juices, your hips continues to fuck the cock into her. until nothing but shaky breathing could be heard from the woman below you, her body falling limply to the bed as you finally released her hips, imprints of your hands pressed into the milky skin.

—

thankfully, you still remembered the page you left off in the book you were reading, picking it up as you sat back in the spot you were in previously. having now showered and cleaned up, you were ready to resume your peaceful reading.

on the other side of the bed, kafka was still in the same position you had left her in. whether she had fallen asleep or passed out, you didn’t really care to know. and you could still see her body twitching occasionally; surely an after effect of your actions. well, it didn’t matter. you would finish your reading and go to sleep, and in the morning when you awoke again, she would already be gone.

—

when kafka awoke, the room was dark and you had long since fallen asleep. her body felt stiff and sore after what you did, but ultimately she can say gave her exactly what she needed. that you fucked her until she passed out was amazing in itself, but leaving her like that and going to sleep yourself was clinical. the coldness and disinterest from you that she can’t get enough of, her pussy throbbed as she observed your sleeping body, how easy it would be to use you to get off right now, rip off the damned clothes that hid your body from her hungry eyes.

instead she reels herself in; there was work to be done. biting down on her bottom lip, she drags her spent body off the bed, only now realising the huge stains left on the sheets. she assumes embarrassment is what she should be feeling now, but instead she finds a pen and some paper.

i’ll pay for the sheets. my apologies, you were just too good. ♡

as she leaves your residence, kafka pulls out her phone. thinking back to your words earlier, she smiles as she drafts a message scheduled to be sent to you.

‘i’ll be coming over again tomorrow night. don’t say i didn’t schedule an appointment with you.’

[rewuyuu]

[rice-enjoyer]

samposting + kafkaposting on this fine afternoon. bonus image: what COULD have happened after at part 4 of the museum event

[poiyoko]

"From now our merge is eternal"

[amphibiahawks321]

Hi sorry buy could I request kafka seeing reader without his shirt on for the first time and he has scars and is insecure about them but she comforts him

Enters Y/N's room

Kafka : Y/N~ are you done with-......

[Sees Y/N staring at his scars from a mirror]

M!Reader : Gosh this thing looks horrible....

Kafka : Y/N....

M!Reader : Huh!?

[Y/N turns around to see Kafka]'

M!Reader : K-Kafka!? When did you come in!?

Kafka : Just now.... Are those-

M!Reader : NO!

[Y/N covers himself with his shirt]

Kafka : .....

Kafka : Show it to me...

M!Reader : W-Whaaaaa? Show what?-

Kafka : Show it...

M!Reader : ......

[Y/N removes his shirt away from his chest]

[kafka Walked up to Y/N]'

Kafka : Chuckles you never told you had scars

M!Reader : H-hehe yeah... They look terrible on me I know i-

Kafka : I don't think you look terrible with them

M!Reader : Haha C-come on now Kaf just look at them, you don't need to pity me-

[Kafka starts touching the scars]'

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader Blushing : Kaf what are you-

Kafka : I mean it....

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader : You're not kidding?

Kafka : .....

[Kafka let out a tiny laugh]'

M!Reader Blushing : Wha!? What!

Kafka : Chuckles you're so cute yet so silly sometimes ^v^

M!Reader Blushing : KAF!

Kafka : But... I actually do mean it, you were hiding it because you were ashamed of them?

M!Reader : Chuckles p-pretty much....

Kafka : .....Y/N there's nothing to be ashamed off

M!Reader : do you have scars?

Kafka : No, but even I know that scars are absolutely nothing to be ashamed of they're just gonna be a part of you

Kafka : a part of you that I'll love~

[Kafka starts kissing his scars]'

M!Reader Blushing : KAF!

[Y/N let out a sigh]

M!Reader Blushing : But... Thanks Kaf... Really appreciate it

[Y/N starts to smile]'

Kafka : Chuckles there's that smile I love so much~

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader Blushing : I swear if in comforting someone you just had to show your flirty side-

[minkyrats]

honkai paw rail! feel free to use as icons

these designs are available as stickers and charms on my etsy 🐀minkyrats.etsy.com

[linobunnie]

[mi-dori]

Wicked Priest

Warnings: Mentions of cum drinking, uses of ropes, backshots, cockwarming, blowjobs,creampies, anal, uses of foul language, spanking, overstimulation, reader being referred to as "father", Ruan Mei being a sweet demon

G!P Priest Reader x Succubus Characters

Includes: Kafka, Cocolia, Ruan Mei

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In a small remote village, an old church could be found there. The priest or better known as "the father" was rumored to have indescribable ways of dealing with demons; especially succubuses.

KAFKA

"Fight all you want demon, but you cannot get away from me." The ropes had bound Kafka's wrist behind the chair. Muffled sounds came from her throat as you stuffed your cock in her mouth.

Kafka was one fiesty demon; her words were sharp and disgusting, especially when she came face to face with a priest, the one priest she was hoping to avoid knowing the rumors that went around. Despite this, she found herself wanting to taste your methods of clensing demons.

"Oh my~ you certainly are willing to taste my essence judging by the way you move your head," you moaned out, feeling your balls tighten. "Come demon, cleanse yourself." Holding her head firmly, you began emptying in her mouth, your cockhead hitting the back of her throat as every drop fell down.

Kafka coughed as some cum sputtered out of her mouth. She stared at you with a taunting smile. "Is that the best you got almighty priest?~"

You let out a sharp chuckle, untying the ropes. She stood up, her pussy glistening with slick. "You enjoyed that? Let's see if you'll enjoy this filthy demon."

Kafka had a tinge of fear when those words came out of your mouth. She was expecting the worse from you, yet she felt aroused and scared at the same time.

And the worse she had; her ass was being spilt open as you forced the remaining of your length into her. She let out screams of pain once you started your brutal thrusts inside her. "You deserve this Demon, this and many more to come."

"Agk! Go to hell you wicked fuck!" The poor fucked out succubus under you moaned out, though she found it too be a bit pleasurable but she'd never admit it. You landed a harsh smack on her ass she she flinched and hissed.

"Demons should never talk back to their superiors. Especially in your position, the best thing to do is to keep quiet and take this," you slammed into her hard, so hard that her body jolted forward. Without warning, you came inside of her and pulled out, not even letting her cum.

"Y-you can't leave me like this!" Her shouts were breathy, and before you knew it, she squirted, shocking you and her. Seems like the intensity of your session still had her fucked out.

"We're just getting started, demon."

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COCOLIA

"Succumb to me demon and let thy cleanse you of your wretched sins," you whispered into Cocolia's ears as she was seat on your lap, your cock buried deep inside of her.

Cocolia whined and moved around, trying to get you to move. Being in one place with a girthy cock so deep inside of her that's not even moving is so tantalising. "M' sorry- fuck- please move~"

"Hehe, you're not in a position to tell me what to do demon. Besides, I have the upper hand here," you gave her a sharp thrust as she squeaked out, her hands flew to the edge of the table and gripped them tightly. "All the sins you have committed-" another sharp thrust came her way, "this is your punishment." Cocolia screamed when you pushed over to bend over the table.

"Oh my fucking god! Ah~" Cocolia moaned out loudly, her body jolting harshly with each thrust. Your movements stopped, your hands reached down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.

"Cursing God now? Tsk tsk tsk, I do you're prepared for what I'm about to give you." Before she could question you, you gave her ass a hard smack, the print of your hand adorning her butt cheeks.

With another Firm smack, you resumed your brutal thrusts, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins. Seeing her exposed back, you leaned down and sucked along her spine, goosebumps rising from her skin. "Nghh~ I'm close." Worst mistake the demon did. Punishing demons was your job but sometimes you take that job a bit too seriously.

With an evil smirk, you pulled out just as she was about to cum and with your still rock hard cock, you edged her for hours. Hours until you had the demon crying and through her sorry state, you felt not a single strand of remorse, however, you did let her cum, but after she was too frustrated and looked like a broken mess but that's exactly what you had aimed for.

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RUAN MEI

Small sounds of cries and whimpers echoed through the room. It wasn't exactly something a priest would engage in; but the sweet tempting succubus could not have looked any better. You were a priest- a corrupted one to be exact. A priest that could bend any demon to your will and that's exactly what you did.

Having a skilled and tight mouth on your dick was just what you needed. Spit mixed with your pre-cum dribbled down Ruan Mei's chin and onto your balls. This pretty succubus was the only one who was willing to do that with you; she looked so innocent to even be considered a demon but you knew all too well that she's not what she seems. "Such a pretty and inclined succubus," you moaned out loudly.

Ruan Mei smiled as she forced the rest of your length down her throat. The tip hitting the back of her throat making her gag but nevertheless she continued. As she sucked the soul out of you, you felt an orgasm approach and you knew it was coming hard. With a firm grip on her head, you released your load into her mouth. A quick gulp and your load was swallowed.

"Did I do well, Father?" She stood up and revealed her glistening cunt to you.

"Did you do well? I don't know. Demons like you aren't don't deserve praises." Ruan Mei nodded with a sigh but you swore you could see a small glimpse of sadness. You sat on a chair and patted your lap, your cock standing tall, hard and proud. Ruan Mei walked over to you in a sultry manner; everything about her screamed elegant.

"Ride me." A simple command yet it managed to pull Ruan Mei into a trance. She held your shoulders and sat down on your lap, sinking down on your cock. You sighed at the warm feeling of her wrapping around you, engulfing your enormous length.

"Oh f-fuck... fuck you're so big," she moaned out as she started bouncing, eager to make you cum inside of her.

"Feel me demon. Feel all of me." You gripped her hips and started thrusting upwards, hitting that spot that made her throw her head onto your shoulders and wrap her arms tightly around your neck. Her toes curled as you want maniac on her pussy. Ruan Mei screamed as she squirted all over you. With one final slam, you released inside of her once again. Her womb welcoming your warm seed.

As Ruan Mei stood up, your cum mixed with her dribbled down and she swiped it with her fingers and licked it off, maintaining eye contact with those mesmerising eyes of hers.

"You're certainly in for a treat demon~"

A/n: I absolutely hate how this turned out.

[strwbmei]

i wanna fuck kafka on a kitchen counter so bad 😕😕😕😕

OUGHH I NEED HER SO BAD...

I need to lift her up the counter, spread her legs, and fuck her to oblivion. I need to see her hands scrambling for something to hold onto, only to end up gripping my shoulders for dear life. She'd be such a brat too, teasing you for being so desperate even though she's the one moaning like a bitch in heat and grinding her hips to meet yours. Even though she was the one who walked into the kitchen with nothing but a silk robe that wasn't even tied properly.

Once the marble countertops are a mess with her cum and slick, her legs hang loosely and numbly over your shoulders but she still has the strength to run her mouth so you decide to shut her up with your cock. She'd be surprised at first, but she easily adjusts and takes it all the way to the base. Eventually, the kitchen is too slippery for the two of you to continue fucking there, and you end up having to move to the bedroom.