Kafka - Blog Posts

scribbling on my S8 tablet

I'm away from my PC atm so I'm just scribbling stuff...

Ive watched a historical film and wanted to draw a duel so much!!!!

The Moon

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. BLADE, JING YUAN, KAFKA

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nsfw, f!reader, somnophilia, specifics are listed on each character

! — pronebone, dubcon, implied breeding kink

You didn’t know when your lover would arrive and finally be in your arms again, but you knew it would be any day now and that you’d see that familiar face and how his hardened eyes seemed to soften when meeting your gaze.

It was difficult staying up every night however. Your excitement and anticipation zapping all your energy once the night grew darker and eventually your exhaustion was sending you tumbling into bed, cuddled up in the sheets and laying on his side for extra comfort. You had no idea he’d arrive tonight, nor did you know how pent up he’d be due to the momentary separation that had lasted merely a week. Though, had it been any other situation, he was sure he could’ve waited until sunrise to satiate his desires. However the need to feel you was so strong that it guided his actions without much thought put behind it, he was like a puppet on strings, giving in the temptation like the selfish and greedy man he was.

Your whimpers in your sleep only fueled him on more. His front pressed tight to your back and trapping you between him and the mattress with no way to get out.. if you even wanted to.

He groans quietly, huffed breaths hitting your back as he pulls out before pushing back in. He wanted to pound you, but he also felt guilty if his selfish desires were the reasoning behind waking you from the slumber you were so peacefully enjoying. You looked so tired too when he had inspected your face (read as: admired your beauty after missing you for so long) upon arriving. It would be unkind of him to disturb your sleep, so he’d be nice and try to contain himself for as long as possible. How thoughtful of him, right?

“Needed— ngh, t’feel you wrapped around me like this, fuckk,” He whispers out through gritted teeth and his jaw tightened up as his eyes squeeze shut and he rocks his hips into yours in slow but so very deep motions.

A sound bubbles in the back of your throat and he knows you’re asleep, but for a second he considers the fact you’re pretending just in hopes he would’ve done this in the first place. His cock throbs against your sticky walls that flutter around his thick girth just the slightest but it’s enough, it’s all he needs to slowly climb up to that peak he so desperately craved.

“I’m going to fill you up, leave such a fucking mess right— here.” He punctuates his words with deep grinds against the swell of your ass. He’s breathing heavy and nearly ragged, abdomen tensing up and his thrusts grow a little rougher, sloppier as he curses under his breath and his hands that were gripping your waist so tight there’d be bruises in the morning, are now grabbing at the silky sheets on either sides of your arms as he ruts into you.

“I won’t— haah, stop until you wake up to this.” He groans, smirking sinisterly to himself as he reaches the edge, digging his fingers into the mattress and imagining all the ways you’d cry and scream his name once you did wake up, and he looked forward to it.

! — cockwarming, size kink, reader is called “mutt” and “puppy”

The initial idea was that he’d grind into you as you slept. You’d already told him you didn’t mind, that you even liked the idea of him fucking you while you slept.

However his tendencies to sleep cut his feverish plans short when he had arrived home late, finding you asleep and alluring in such a peaceful state. Yet here you both were, pressed tight to each other and sleeping soundly, only he never pulled out. The General felt rather lazy and you were incredibly comfortable and oh so warm around his length, why would he leave such a wonderful place? Only a fool would do that and Jing Yuan was certainly no fool.

His cock twitches against your gummy walls, filled to the brim with his thick length as his tip kisses your spongy cervix snuggly. His arms are wrapped tight around your middle, keeping you close to his chest and incredibly warm. Yet the fullness is what makes your eyes flutter open and pull you from your sleep with a whiny hum, stirring awake and blinking at the darkness surrounding you.

You try to move only to tense up when you drag his cock against your velvety walls, breath hitched in the back of your throat. A tired hum rumbles behind you, a nose nuzzling against your jaw before a kiss is pressed to your neck making you shiver. He chuckles quietly, pulling you back into his body with a long sigh and you hold back a moan. “You have to stay still, angel.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, tone teasing as he continues, “Or is that too difficult of a task for you, hm?”

You squeeze tight around him on purpose, enjoying how a strained groan rolls off his tongue but his hands slide over to grip your waist tight as he lets out a growl against your neck that makes a tingle of want crawl down your spine.

“If you keep moving like that, then I’ll have to put you back to bed myself.” His voice is smooth, deep and rumbly in his chest pressed tight to your back as his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your neck. His thumb rubs circles into the plush of your waist, “Through physical means.. to tire you out.”

“Are you implying you’ll play fight with me, Jing?” You’re messing with him, trying to get a reaction from the laid back and collected General. He hums, pushing your hips down to grind against his own and you feel his cock throb inside of you.

“Depends.. Do you want me to put you back in your place, mutt? Or will you act like a well trained puppy and obey?”

! — praise, fingering (receiving), mommy kink

“Taking Mommy’s fingers so well even in your sleep. My, my, such a good little thing you are.” She coos out, praise dripping from her lips in that sultry voice of hers that makes your head cloudy and your body melt in her hold. The only difference right now is that you’re sound asleep, face scrunching up every once in a while when her fingers beckon against that spongy spot that would’ve normally brought tears to your eyes and cause sharp gasps to leave you.

She hums, brows raising slightly as you stir in your sleep. Your brows knit together, lips curling into a pout as you wriggle to get comfortable again before relaxing once more. She smiles at your sleeping face, how your features soften before tensing up again when she angles her fingers just right.

“Someone must be having a good dream, hm?” Her eyes rake down your body until they reach the sight of your thighs trembling on either sides of her forearm that’s found its place between your legs and pressed against your addicting heat. She chuckles softly, cooing at how wet you are even in your sleep, walls constricting around her fingers tightly as her palm nudges against your clit. She wanted a taste if she were being honest, but she’d wait until you woke up before she treated you to such a thing.

Her chin rests on your shoulder as she watches the show she was conducting, digits long and skillful, teasing around your drooling hole before sinking back in and you just swallow her up greedily.

“I wonder, if I woke you up now.. would you be embarrassed or would you beg for more?” She whispers against your ear, blowing softly and watching how your head tries to jerk away from the sensitive sensation. Her palm rubs into your puffy pearl with purpose now, eyes trained on your face to see what would be enough to wake you.

“C’mon, open those pretty eyes for me, will you, doll?” She beckons, watching as your head leans back into the pillow and you stir in your sleep as she speeds up the motions against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Fast and overwhelming, that’s what always had you crying out her name like a prayer and sure enough, your eyes flutter open and a moan is ripped from you as you cream around her digits still knuckles deep in your cunt.

“Atta girl.” She drawls out approvingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as her digits slow down before she’s pulling them out and watching how the translucent essence webs between her fingers.

She smiles as she looks over at your sleepy eyes filled with lust before straddling you and snaking down your body until she’s reaching your sopping pussy that still pulsates around nothing. “I’ll clean up the mess, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about a thing, mkay?”

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."

Have you seen these cuties

Sorruly i am late to the party, i managed to do this event before i retire from HSR

I spammed the hell out of Clara and Kafka cats

IT SHOULDVE BEEN ME GRRRRRRRRRR

The texts I send my friends at 2am.

Franz Kafka, 1912

🕸 you won’t remember a thing except me. 

gaming at the office 😎

🕸 you won’t remember a thing except me. 

A cockroach saved my life the other day and I am now convinced that it was Kafka from the other side

GREEEEGORRRRRR

nessun dorma

🕸 you won’t remember a thing except me. 

Silver Wolf: Blade, I'm going out for lunch. If the Sims I trapped in the bedroom finally fall in love, text me IMMEDIATELY. Yes, I know they look like you and Kafka.