Mini Kafka Drabble :33

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"Oh, my love.. mmhn.. you feel so good.."

kafka whispers in your ear without shame. the sounds coming out of her mouth equivalent to cupids choir combined with yours. she makes sure that you hear just how good she feels when she's with you during intimate moments like these. she always takes her time with it, finding it more and more pleasurable to be patient in the lovemaking process than taking everything all at once. you wouldn't trade in your incredible hearing, not even if it meant saving a loved one.

her strained grunts every time she hits a good spot she finds when she scissors her hips wonderfully against your own, the whimpers she lets out when the feeling of your fingers gets so good, the haziness in her eyes when she gazes at you with so much love and desire for you when she comes. she has always preferred skin contact instead of skipping everything with simple toys and had always adored the fragility and the makeshift of a human body under or over her.

no matter how long you two stayed together, you just can't get over how a stellaron hunter, the most feared and untrusted people with record breaking bounties on its most wanted criminals, never looked so good under you.

"mhh... you're just a sight for my sore eyes.. arent you.." she mutters under her breath as she moves with you passionately and steady against your hips. she hugs your frame and rakes her nails down your back, panting and whining in your ear. "god... nngh.. you're gonna make me come earlier than I thought..!" her hair is beautifully spread across her back and down the mattress, and some of the strands rest at her shoulders. her lipstick smeared everywhere by how much kisses were exchanged.

it didn't take too much to know when she was about to reach her peak, and when she did, it was just nothing but utter bliss for the both of you. moans shared in harmonized pitches with one last drag of your hips before resting on top of kafka all hot and sweaty after so many rounds previously. the aftercare is just as wonderful as the sex. kafka caresses your hair and presses soft kisses on your head while your head is on her chest..

"shh.. I love you, starlight.. let's do this again the next time I'm off work.." she says in her usual airy voice that you just adore and goes to sleep with you..

i just love my wife :3

selfie time ;) couldn't help but draw my fav doctor <3333 its a little wacky but I love it.

i love her phone case sm

New gender dropped at some job I was applying for

Getting Misty

[Fem!reader x Natasha]

[No warnings! just fluff :)]

“Look at me, i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree!..” And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud, I can't understand.. I get misty just holding your hand. You say, laughing nervously. Natasha observed your state further, chuckling at your silly light hearted remark. “You are not helpless, sweetie. This is why I'm here.” she smiled, caressing your cheek as she patched up the last of your wounds while you're lying comfortably in a hospital bed, gentle blankets covering up your exhausted body from dealing with fragmentum creatures all day.

You hold her hand in yours placing a soft kiss on top of her knuckles, feeling your face get rosy. “Thank you, Nat.” you looked into her ruby red eyes, they look as soft as a cloud, and warm as the rising sun. or in this case, the warm, dim lights of Rivet Town. she looks at you with the same loving look you have on your face. “Anything for you, dear.”

Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello. That music I hear I get misty the moment you’re near. You lay on your side, seeing all the monitors and the IV fluid connected to you. Natasha is just on the other side of the room, walking back and forth and helping out sick patients. You admire her figure from afar. Her soft voice, her gentle touch, her caring nature, her attractiveness, her sweet personality, her- “–ove..? Hello..? Jarilo IV to [Y/n}..” her soft voice rings in your ear like a soft ring of a wind chime. She chuckles softly, waving a hand in front of your eyes to snap out of your trance. You come back to see that Natasha is right in front of you, smiling. The heavens must be playing such a heavenly tune by how ethereal she looks right now.  “You made me worried, dear. You just weren't responding.” she strokes your hair and tucks a strand behind your ear. Sighing in relief that you were just talking with your eyes and not your mouth.

“Ah.. my apologies. I couldn't help but admire such a pretty doctor.” you blush and close your eyes, letting her touch your scalp for a moment longer, humming at how warm her hand feels. “haha.. Thank you, my love.” She whispers, leaving a soft and lingering kiss on your forehead. Leaving your side as she returns to tend other patients. 

You can't see that you're leading me on. And it's just what I want you to do. Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own. You feel bad that Natasha is doing all the work now that the clinic has gotten busy since it hit noon. You get up, slowly detaching the tubes from your arm, getting up somewhat wobbly but enough so you can walk. You help put away displayed medicine and materials to their homes, restock clean syringes and gause, alcohol pads and much more. It's not long before Natasha sees you up as she comes towards you “[Y/n]... you're supposed to be resting my love.. Please lie down.” she says sadly, confused as to why you're up while you visibly look like half a dead mummy. “Nonsense! I feel fine. I just want to help you out.. That's all. You do so much and receive so little. So I'm doing my part and giving you what you deserve.” a smile draws itself on your face, stocking some cotton balls and popsicle sticks. Natasha let out a soft sigh and smiled, placing her hand on top of yours and placing her head on your shoulder. “That is very sweet, dearie.. But what would help me so much right now is that you get some well deserved rest.. Your bones need it.”  her gaze lands on you.. You wrap an arm around her waist.. “But..” you protest, “no buts, honey. doctor's orders.” she kissed your cheek, and helped you get back to your bed unfortunately.

When I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm too misty and too much in love

It wasn't long before you were discharged from the clinic. But you stayed anyway. The clinic was peaceful when it was late at night. Nothing but small beeps from nearby monitors. You were laying on a bed with Natasha, just basking in each other's warmth and presence. “You did a good job today.. Nat.” you muttered, placing your head on her plush chest. She let out a hearty laugh and stroked your soft hair.

“Thank you love.. But you did the most today.”  her words were uttered  softly. “No… all I did was sign in patients and restock supplies.. And did some cleaning.. But you did the real hero work..”

Natasha blushes wholeheartedly, shaking her head “how about we both did a good job today… mm? Even if you did such small things.. They helped a lot..” you grin, never seeming to win when you have conversations like these..

“I guess that's true. So.. does this also help too?” you lean close to her face, and seal her lips with a kiss which she didn't expect. She returns the passionate kiss, both of your hearts beating in unison at how much love and tenderness is being expressed.

You pull back and place your forehead against hers, both of you grinning. “Yes.. it helps soo much..” she laughs softly and peppers your face with kisses that never seem to end.

Too misty.. And too much in love~ “I love you, Nat.” you mumble dreamily, finding comfort in her kisses “I love you too sweetie.” she whispers, placing a blanket over both of you and pulling you close in a gentle embrace.

added to @no-pain 's meme

hi!! not sure if you've done this before but if you'd like to could you please do a nonbinary flag fox?? your art is really lovely <3

Great minds think alike, so here are some lovely little foxes for you and @fynn-arcana :D

You know that smut you like? Y’know, the really, REALLY good one? You know that one? Yeah?

An asexual wrote that.

And that really good romantic fluff you like? The really cute one, the domestic fluff? Y’know that one?

An aromantic wrote that.

So before you go to sleep reading fanfiction tonight, be sure to thank all the asexuals and aromantics that are writing your favorite fics!

Because no, we are not the pure little children you think we are.

Everybody say thank you a-specs!

Thank you a-specs!

Alright, I’ll let you go now :3

Wine Tasting

[Dom!fem!reader x Sub(?)Kafka]

[NSFW warning!]

“My.. What a view.. So pretty even when you’re under me.” Kafka coos; she pulls off her iconic, and beautiful smirk as she drinks her expensive wine and makes a small ‘mm..’ sound at the taste, and in pleasure. Your head was in between her plush, and well built thighs. You left dark bruises and red marks at every inch of her inner thighs as you licked long stripes at her folds, tasting her sweet essence better than any expensive drink that you’ve drank thanks to her. “Mmf.. tastes s’good..” your voice comes out muffled, low vibrations from your voice pleasure her clit and lets out a soft moan. but she seemed to understand anyway. Her hands travel down your velvety locks and caresses your hair, her mischievous but tender looking eyes look at your perfect face that she just can't help but fall in love over, and over again. “Please Kaf.. wanna.. taste you..” you whine, finding it hard to not immediately give in into her. But you know she wouldn't like that. You are her good girl anyway. You can take it. You always do. “Patience, darling.. Surely you can wait a little longer, right?'' she grins, taking some strands of your hair and curling it around her finger. Patience. Oh how you hated it especially since you're in front of such divine beauty. All you want to do is dig your head deeper into her sopping wet cunt and make her cum until she finally feels fear. But then you won't be her good girl anymore, she will overstimulate you. She will fill you up with so much of her strap that your folds will be molded into the shape of the magenta colored faux toy. Insides painted in your own cum and slick as she thrusts deep into your cervix moaning nothing but her name and only her name and feeling her in you until all your holes have been stuffed. Your tears and incoherent whines and moans will be nothing but to her amusement, as a little appetizer to her wine per se.  “You are taking it so well.. You don't really make it this long.. Mh.. well it doesn't matter, it won't be long until i have to go back to the crew,” she hums disappointedly at the lack of time with you. ”well.. It's only natural that i reward you for staying still like a good little dolly.” she grins seductively, swirling the darkish red liquid in her fancy glass. you don't hesitate one bit once you hear her hypnotic words and her consent to proceed. You immediately latch your tongue onto her clit perfectly as she gasps at the sudden motion, almost dropping her glass as she puts it down and gripping the chairs arm rest in extreme satisfaction. “Hhn..! aahn… yes.. Just like that doll..” kafka groans lightly. You spread her legs wider and her legs begin to tremble, her hand that was in your hair now getting tighter by the second you go faster. Your chin dripping of her own slick and cum mixed with your own saliva. Moans leave your mouth as your tongue tastes more of her heavenly essence. “Keep going..” she grunts and moans, pants and breathy moans echoing around the room, deliciously pleasing into your ears like an angels song. “Almost.. There..!” she grips a large handful of your hair and pulls it, bringing you closer to her pulsating folds in complete ecstasy as she lets out a loud moan enough so the crew can hear how much of a good wife you are to her. You ride her through her orgasm as she pants, but you dive in again and she jolts at the overstimulation. “wan’ my fill too…”  you expressed with a lustful gaze. looking up to her and licking your lips that are happily coated in kafka’s cum. “Oh.. fuck it.. I'm sure Wolfie won't mind me being absent for a while.. i won't stop you.”

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