Unexpected Guests Chapter 10, Act Two: Page 4
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Gaster may have shown his face again, but Undyne's more than ready to put a boot right through it--and the wall too...
I've said it before, I'll say it again, even if it's difficult to get right I always enjoy drawing Undyne's action poses! It gave me a good reason to revisit my volumes of fullmetal alchemist for inspiration, even if that meant staying up way too late one night XD
I hope you'll look forward to the next update, coming Oct. 19th!
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when you sleep at night
characters: kafka x dom!reader
tw: somnophilia, dubcon, nothing too crazy actually relax
a/n: i guess this can be considered a second part to my first kafka smut, its like the exact same setting and dynamic.
MINORS DNI
the door opens easily as kafka steps into the entrance way, slipping out of her heeled boots and quietly making her way through the dark living room. all the lights in the house was out and it was eerily silent, through the dim lighting kafka strains her eyes to check the clock hanging on your wall.
11:37pm
you couldn’t possibly be sleeping this early yet. but, alas, you proved to be unpredictable to her once again as she turns the knob to your bedroom, pushing it open to reveal your sleeping form on the bed. her feet padded softly on the floor; taking slow, deliberate steps closer to the bed that you laid on.
kafka clicked her tongue, a tinge of annoyance blossoming in her chest when she sees that you were indeed fast asleep and not just pretending to mess with her. not that you were the type to do that anyway. she felt her finger twitch unconsciously, standing foolishly by your bed as she is once again reminded of how little you cared for her. despite her now regular visits to your residence, you never once welcomed her, nor have you ever made any type of accommodations towards her.
the woman breathes deeply, your familiar scent permeates the room and her body is quick to react to it. reminded of all the late nights spent together, how warm your body felt next to hers, and how good you made her feel. kafka shuts her eyes for a moment, deciding on what to do now. part of her knows that the right thing to do is to leave and come back another time, preferably informing you beforehand like you had asked of her.
but instead she remains in her spot; unmoving as she watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, your soft breasts hidden underneath the thin material of your pyjamas, and how easy it would be to simply unbutton it right now. kafka finds herself getting lost in her thoughts, eyes raking over your body as she thinks about everything she could do to you now. but more than anything, her purple eyes finally land on your hands; the same hands that brought her orgasm after orgasm. the very ones that hugged and caressed her body, how she wanted to feel them again.
and as if in a trance, kafka pushes her jacket off her shoulders, letting the expensive coat fall to the floor without a care. normally unheard of with how much she loves her coats, but now there’s no one here to see that. and there’s no one to witness as she peels off the layers of her clothing, her belly tightening with every passing second and soon the woman stood in nothing but her panties.
kafka crawls gingerly onto the bed, careful to not wake you as she eyes your hand resting by your side. she tests the waters, nimble fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling it away from your body. when you show no reaction does the excitement bubble up within her, her pussy already beginning to ache with need
inch by inch, she shuffles closer. until your relaxed fingers lay just underneath her clothed pussy, a wet spot now forming on her panties. kafka’s breathes deeply, trying to keep it even as she lowers herself onto your hand, feeling your fingers fold naturally under her weight.
a shaky breath escapes her at the feeling, slowly moving her hips back and forth on your curled fingers, not caring how awkward the position was. kafka watches your sleeping form carefully, but you showed no signs of waking up, still blissfully unaware and deeply asleep.
a small part of her was annoyed—that you didn’t wake up and catch her in the act, that she won’t get to see your reaction. but the larger part of her is now pushing off her panties, letting her bare pussy rub against the palm of your hand. it was warm, and the ridges brushed perfectly against her swollen clit. kafka shudders, her breathing turns heavy as she continues the slow rutting of her hips, allowing herself to enjoy the sensations until your hand was sufficiently lubricated from how much she leaked.
and with shaky hands, she positioned your fingers upright, aligning it with her hole before sinking down upon them. kafka nearly whines, biting back any sounds as your fingers penetrates her tight walls. she grips your wrist, holding them in place as the woman lifts her hips once again, this time pushing your fingers into her pussy. again and again, your fingers sunk deep into her warmth and kafka pants quietly. her mind was feeling dizzy from the entire situation, the fact that you weren’t even conscious now and yet you still managed to reduce her to this state. how even just your fingers was enough for her pussy to twitch and push back so desperately against your hand.
she squeezes her eyes shut, her head hung low and nearing the verge of her orgasm as she angles your wrist so that the tips of your fingers brushed against her spot. the sensitive patch of nerves singing in response as it felt like shocks ran through her body. kafka gasps loudly, unable to hold back her moans now as it almost felt like your hand was moving by itself. too far gone to put the pieces together even when your fingers begin to curl and thrust inside her, or when your thumb has suddenly begin to press against her clit at the same time.
her mouth hung open, panting breathlessly as her body felt like it was on fire. her hand wrapped helplessly around your wrist even as it moved by itself and her back arched, muscles flexing and her thighs trembled terribly. kafka was right on the edge, just a little more… just one more stroke, just one more thrust…
“agh…! fu—fuck, wha…!”
the woman felt every sensation in her body stop cold. before she’d knew it your hand was already ripped from her body, and her orgasm had come to a screeching halt. kafka nearly chokes, scrambling to her senses as she finally raises her head to face you.
from her flushed expression to her bare body, your cold eyes finally landed on your soaked fingers, covered in her wetness after having used it for her own pleasure. kafka watches with wide eyes; somewhere in her mind she understood that you had probably been awake for a while now, that you’d probably purposely fucked with her. brought her to the brink of an orgasm before ruthlessly ripping it away from her.
her heart pounds in her chest, an unfamiliar feeling as she waits for your next move, your next words. what will you with her now? she’s not that shameless to ask you to make her cum again after begin caught like that, but for whatever reason she could feel her pussy tightening again, waiting with anticipation of what you might do to her now.
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There’s something about Cybertronian feelings the same emotions that humans do that hits hard.
There’s such drastic differences between Cybertronian kind and human kind. Size is one, biology is another. Cybertronians can do so many more things that humans can’t, and I’m certain you could say the same thing for humans.
But despite the differences in the two species, there are also such strong similarities.
They both built societies, have social hierarchies, cultures, etc.
And even if it is less normalized for Cybertronian kind in some cases, they can also feel the same range of emotions that humans can.
So imagine a human with a bot they barely know yet. They’re completely unaware of how similar they are despite being two vastly different alien species. The bot is sat high above, the human slowly and cautiously approaching their legs as they come closer to investigate a strange sound they heard from this direction. Surely it couldn’t have been the bot making that sound, right? Because it sounded way too much like—
Then, the human looks up to the bot’s face, and sees they’re crying.
Streams of lubricant are rolling down their cheeks, their face contorted and wrinkled into distress. The bot wasn’t even trying to hold it in at this point, who knows how long they were going for by now. Soft little hiccups stumble through their voice box, their whole frame shaking and quivering as the futilely wipe at the endless flow of lubricant pouring down their optics.
The human is shocked. They had no idea these robots could feel sad, much less cry. They felt like they had just invaded a very private moment…
And yet, rather than try to sneak away, the human hesitantly reaches a hand out to the mech’s pede. Slowly, they place their hand atop it, gently rubbing and trying to reassure the big bot as much as they could with their comparatively tiny body.
The bot is startled, looking around in a panic and quickly raising their pedes, only to finally bring their gaze downwards and lock eyes with the human.
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