#down bad needy kafka i like it

[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.’

#you know that line that kafka has saying that because of the nature of her work she rarely sees the same person twice ?? #YUP #down bad needy kafka i like it #hc that her body is more sensitive because of her lack of ability to feel emotions #ok she’s starting to grow on me okay #like her text messages are kinda cute OKAY WHATEVER #honkai star rail #kafka #kafka x reader #kafka smut #sub kafka #dom!reader #sub honkai star rail #honkai star rail kafka #also somno kafka ???? lowkey an idea ??? #how come i only thought of it at the end #and yes i intentionally made their dynamic like that ok #bc kafka is probably used to people fawning over her #anything she wants she can just control #but not you #bc you’re y/n ofc you’re special #obviously LMAO #six.writes #anyway #YUP it got better tbh i really didn’t know what i was writing at the start #and if my writing is weird pls tell me i’ve honestly lost my touch it took me so long to get it together #be honest and actually give like constructive criticism

[spirit-lanterns]

THIRST COMMENTS 2

synopsis: (celebrity AU) your girlfriend get's jealous when she reads your thirst comments. (part 2/2) part 1 here.

featuring: kafka, himeko, serval, yukong, topaz

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, jealous s.ex, cunnlingus (reader giving and receiving), pet names, slight degradation (use of whore in kafka's), rough s.ex, semi-public s.ex (himeko), possessiveness, lap s.ex, fin.gering, handcuffs, use of vib.rators, mating press, strap ons, doggy style, might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: bad thinking diary

KAFKA

“You liked all that attention, huh? You liked it when all your fans were thirsting over you on the web?” 

Kafka scoffs and bites her lip, keeping a firm hand on your scalp as she pushes you further into her skirt. The exasperated gasp that spilled past your lips pleased your girlfriend greatly while she listened to you with a grin, as Kafka couldn’t help but satiate her jealousy by making you remember just who exactly your lover was.

“Ooh, a new comment. Let’s see what it reads, shall we?” She drums her fingers against the top of your head and groans when she feels your tongue lap eagerly over her clit. You two had just gotten off the filming of the “thirst comments” video that would be uploaded to some popular celebrity news channel, but Kafka found herself growing envious over just how many of your fans lusted for you all over the internet. 

The moment you two stepped into Kafka’s private limousine, she had you pushed down on your knees in front of her, one hand guiding you to peel her panties off from her skirt with your teeth, and the other hand reaching for her phone so she could read some of the other comments thirsting about you from Twitter. 

“Anonymous said: I think (Reader)’s moans would be the cutest thing to listen to. I’m practically wet just thinking about it.”

Kafka chuckles when she finishes reading that thirst comment out loud, gripping your scalp a bit harder and causing you to moan. 

“My, my…the commenter was right. Your moans are the cutest thing to ever listen to. In fact, I think I feel myself getting a bit wet, don’t you feel it?” She grits her teeth and yanks your hair up a little to see the glistening sheen of her pussy juices smeared around your face. The sight makes Kafka groan with pleasure, a wave of possession filling her chest as she pushes you back down to continue eating her out. “Mmpf…such a good girl…she knows exactly who she belongs to.”

Kafka scrolls a bit further through her Twitter feed, eyes landing on another comment that sends another pang of jealousy through her heart. 

“Anonymous said: I’d drink up (Reader) till there’s nothing leaking out.” 

Kafka grits her teeth at that and subconsciously pushes your head a bit deeper into her cunt. She revels in the way you writhe and squeak, gripping her thighs in your hands as you lap up her cum so eagerly. “Really? They want to drink you up till there’s nothing left? Hah…if only they knew that you were the one who is lapping up my juices so thirstily. You needy girl…”

She smirks and cups your face to pull you up and meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. You’ve never seen Kafka so…possessive in all your time of dating her, yet you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting turned on at the thought of it. Normally she’s much more in control of her emotions, yet ever since you finished the filming of the thirst comments video, Kafka had been a little out of it till you got to the car.

“One more…let’s read another thirst comment about you, hmm? See what all your fans have to say about a cute whore like you.” Kafka chuckles and her eyes practically glow at this one particular comment. One hand reaching down to grope your ass possessively, while the other clicks on the comment to see it enlarged.

“Anonymous said: (Reader) is just so cute and innocent. I want to make her cum on my fingers until her voice goes hoarse and she’s crying for more.”

Kafka tsks at this and pulls you closer onto your lap, causing you to yelp. “Cute and innocent…” she repeats in a low, husky voice. “Well that’s far from what I see right in front of me.”

She chuckles darkly and snakes her fingers down to your pants, teasing you through the cloth before whispering into your ear. “I bet I can make you cry far, far better than that fan of yours…wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y…Yes…Kafka.” You murmur quietly, breath hitching when she kisses your neck. 

“Good girl. I’ll make you cum better than any idolizer in the world. You are mine to devour…”

HIMEKO

“Hmm…I really didn’t expect your fans to be so bold, my love.” 

Behind the set of the video “thirst comments” Himeko was currently pinning you up against the wall with her thigh slotted in between your legs. Though filming took place not too long ago, it seems as if Himeko has gotten just a tad bit jealous when she heard you reading off all your thirst comments for your portion of the video. 

So now, here you were with your passively jealous girlfriend clinging to you while the staff and crew of the set chatted idly not too far away. Though they couldn’t see where Himeko had you pinned up, if you made any loud noises, they’d be immediately alerted to your proximity. 

“Let’s read one of your beloved thirst comments, shall we? Just to remind you of what you remember.” 

Himeko purrs and hands you her phone, allowing you to open up her Twitter and see the mass amounts of thirst comments clogging up her feed. “Go on, read one…” Himeko murmurs, pushing you back against the wall as she begins sensually rubbing up your thigh. 

“Ah…mmpf…@/servalisms said: not even a guillotine could take away the head I’m about to give (Reader)…”

Though very creative and honestly quite flattering, you gulped and looked up to see your girlfriend staring down at you, with eyes that seemed clouded by something you could not decipher. “H…Himeko?” You murmured in a softer tone. 

“Pffh! Quite creative your fans are, hm?” She gave you a teasing smirk, before suddenly dropping down on her knees in front of you.

“Ah! H-Himeko—”

“Just keep reading, darling. Keep reading those little thirst comments of yours and I’ll show you just how good my head game is for you sweet little pussy.” She suddenly pulled your pants down to part your thighs with her hands, nudging your panties with her nose and evoking a series of stifled little whimpers. “Come on…don’t be shy…”

She chuckles and continues prodding you for more access to your pussy. Leaving you no other choice but to continue reading as per request from your girlfriend. 

“Anonymous said: the way I’d fuck (Reader) in every position is wi— AH!” 

You didn’t even get to finish reading the thirst comment before Himeko suddenly plunged her tongue in to lap at your folds behind the thin, scantily fabric of your already dampening underwear. It was getting increasingly harder to focus on the pixelated words as Himeko just kept pushing against you with more force. Breaths hitching at the way she began losing control in your body…

“Every position? If only they knew your favorite position to be is under me,” Himeko chuckles, hiding the envy behind her golden eyes before planting a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. The sight of her rosy red lipstick left a faint imprint on the surface of your skin, and it left you feeling breathless with the way your normally composed girlfriend was beginning to show her true colors. 

“Keep reading,” Himeko all but purrs, voice almost a throaty growl when she pulls your underwear down. “If you can’t even read the words on the screen, I’d say it’s a job well done for me.” 

You gulped and shakily looked down to read another Twitter comment. Eyes blurring between the lines, but managing to focus on one singular post. 

“@/sinsmockingbird said: (Reader) is so cute and beautiful. I just want to bend them over the table and completely ruin them till they’re a crying mess.” 

It was difficult to read every word properly —given by how hard your thighs were shaking— but when you looked down, you saw Himeko biting her lip and staring rather intently at your cunt. It was kinda embarrassing to witness, but confused as to why she suddenly stopped her teasing, you gently tapped on the side of her cheek.

“Himeko…? Did I say something wrong?” Your thighs immediately buckled when Himeko dove her tongue in to press firmly against your hole, reveling in the way it twitched and puckered while your wobbly little legs tried so desperately to keep you upright. A small whine left your throat at the feeling of your girlfriend starting to go to town on you, eating you out with her hands gripped firmly on your thighs, while the tip of her tongue split you open with groans riveting from Himeko’s voice. 

“God…you truly have no idea do you,” the usually calm woman exhales, diving back in to taste your juices while you buck your hips rather pathetically into her face. “If only your fans knew I was the one bending you over each night. The one making you cry until your tears have clouded you blind.”

As if to prove her point, Himeko suddenly nibbles against your clit and forces a small cry from your lips. 

“So delightful, your noises are.” Himeko chuckles, staring up at you with a lustful gaze that kept you pinned under the redhead’s touch. 

“I hope you always remember just how good your girlfriend pleases you.”

SERVAL

“Aghhhh, I knew your fans were down bad for you, but I had no idea they were this down bad.” 

Serval chuckles rather hastily, but the envy was green in her eyes that once shown bright blue. Your girlfriend had tried to contain her jealousy after the recent filming of your “thirst comments” video, yet when your portion of the video came up —aka it was your turn to read thirst comments from fans— Serval was making it very obvious that she was jealous from the get go. 

Well, it’s not like your girlfriend was that good of an actress in the first place. She was a singer, not an actor, and it resulted in some of her emotions spilling over after the filming, because suddenly you were locked up in Serval’s dressing room, on her lap, and on her couch while she lazily fingers you. 

“Ah…shit, you’re so tight baby…” Serval groans, keeping an eye on her dressing room door while your soft, quiet whimpers play in her ear. Your phone sat idly in your hand as you could barely focus on the text on screen, your girlfriend pummeling her fingers inside you and distracting you from the task at hand.

“A…Anonymous said: I would let (Reader) peg me, no fucks given—”

You clamped your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan as you felt the tips of Serval’s long fingers hitting that spongy spot inside you. Though pleasurable, this felt like torture to you while Serval laughed aimlessly and twisted her fingers around to see you writhe. “Peg me? As if this sweet thing could ever peg anyone in her life.” Serval chuckles and thrusts her fingers a bit faster, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand pumping so steadily into your cunt. “Come on, let’s read the next comment. Don’t tell me you’re at your limit yet.”

Serval kisses the navel of your neck and smirks up at you with that cocky expression she always had. Driven forward by her sloppy thrusts, you groaned and narrowed your eyes to focus on the screen in your hand, before latching onto Serval so you wouldn’t accidentally tip over.

“@/the-voxinton-tavern said: (Reader) played her role in her newest horror movie so well! I’d just want to see her legs shaking in a different context.”

Serval scoffs at this before giving your outer right thigh a soft slap to the skin, causing you to yelp and nearly jump out of your girlfriend’s lap. “I’ll have your legs shaking so much you’d be clinging to me to carry you out of this room.” Serval husks, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Aha…well at the pace we’re going at, you’ll be achieving your goal v-very soon…” you mumble, an attempt at making a light joke falling on deaf ears. 

“I know. No one knows your body more than I do.” Serval whispers, pushing your body up higher as she forces a third finger in to fill you up even more. At the sudden stretch of your girlfriend’s three fingers all attempting to fit inside you, you buckled your hips forward and gasped, clutching onto the singer’s sweaty shoulders. “S-Serval! Not too quickly—”

“It’s okay, it’ll fit. You’ve taken so many bigger things up you before.” Serval grins, nudging your cheek with her nose. “Alright, let’s read the last thirst comment. Read it all the way through and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“Maybe?!” You groaned and glared at your girlfriend with a somewhat pouty expression. 

“Maybe.” Serval grinned, teasingly kissing your nose and urging you to read the next comment. 

“Anonymous said: if (Reader) ever needs a chair, my face is readily available 🤭”

Serval actually laughs at this and suddenly slides her fingers out of your cunt, hoisting you up in those strangely strong arms of hers, and placing you down on the couch to crawl over you in a pinning position. 

“If (Reader) ever needs a chair?” Serval tilts her head, a devious smirk on the blonde woman’s face. “Why would you ever need to sit on something other than my lap, babygirl?”

You whine when she suddenly thrusts her fingers back in and causes a cacophony of moans to slip past your lips. Suddenly Serval is faster, harder, and her fingers are starting to plunge further up into your folds, causing you to arch your back and nearly scream. 

“You’re so fucking hot…” Serval curses, pulling you closer before bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “I’m so glad that you’re mine.” 

And as if to prove her point, she thrusts her hand till the palm slaps wonderfully against your clit, causing a small squirt of cum to drip past and coat her already slick fingers.  “That’s my good fucking girl…” Serval groans, pulling her fingers out to clean them with her tongue. “My good fucking girl…”

YUKONG

“This generation is rather prude with their flirts, hm? That’s no way to pick up a lady…”

Yukong tsks her tongue at the particular thirst comment she sees regarding you and your body. Though thirst comments are almost always a joke within the celebrity community and space, Yukong being of the older generation, was not pleased at the slightest to see how her girlfriend was ogled at and thirsted over on the internet. 

Especially to this degree.

“@/lindseynguyen said: (Reader) can step on me with her heels and I’ll thank her for it.” 

Yukong narrows her eyes at the thirst before sighing and looking down at you. “Honestly, how masochistic can your fans be, dear? I’m starting to believe you could punch them and they’d get turned on, don’t you agree?”

You’d respond, of course, if not for the fact that you were currently handcuffed to the hotel bed with one of Yukong’s personal vibrators stuffed up your hole. Ever since you two had left the set of the thirst comments video to head back to your hotel room, Yukong had you handcuffed to the post of the bed, sliding her hidden vibrator out of her suitcase so that she could shove it up your cunt for “discipline.” Apparently, for as old and wide as Yukong could be, she was still capable of getting jealous, evident with her rough treatment of you the moment you stepped foot in your suite. 

“Darling? Oh, that’s right. You can’t even speak, just moan like the needy girl you are, so desperate for my command.” Yukong strokes a gentle hand across your face, wiping the overstimulated tears from your eyes and giving you a kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish soon enough, then you can get the glorious orgasm you so desperately crave.” 

Yukong grins and glances back down at her phone. 

“@/chamomillecamille said: (Reader) would NOT be able to hide if we were in a hotel together. The way I’d be screaming her name.”

Yukong raises a brow at this, before chuckling and turning up the vibrations of the toy. “Oh, how ironic isn’t that, my love?” She traces a small drip of precum sliding from your inner thigh, before scooping it up with her finger and licking it. “The fact that I have you tied up and fucked in a hotel room at the moment…I bet Camille would be seething that she can’t savor this.”

As the vibrations of the toy are turned up, the buzz pulsing through your sensitive walls increases and causes you to close your thighs out of pure pleasure. A whine leaks past your throat, alerting Yukong to your now closed position and causing her to tsk at the sight. 

“My darling, I thought we went over this. Legs stay open during your punishment.” 

Yukong moved your thighs back into their spread position on the bed, eying the way the pastel blue vibrator was now covered in your slick and lube. You caught the older woman drooling a bit, saliva pooling behind her canines before she swallows and moves closer to adjust the shaking toy. 

“So wet…it’s almost slipping right out…” she pushes the toy back deeper into its original position, smiling at the way you could barely keep it together. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Last one, I promise. No more teasing.”

She playfully flicks the clit of your swollen, sensitive cunt before diving her eyes back to the faded screen. 

“Anonymous said: I want (Reader) to break my back like a glowstick.” 

The older woman chuckles quite amusedly at this, picturing the thought before sliding the dripping wet vibrator out with a pop. “Breaking backs like a glowstick? Wouldn’t that hurt, though?” Yukong tilts her head and smirks at the way you whine with how she tore away your orgasm from you. “If anything, I think your back would be the one broken, my dear.”

She hoists you up by the waist and props your legs up over her lap to get a better view of your sensitive, glistening folds. Using her two thumbs, she spreads them open apart and can’t help but let out a throaty grunt. 

“All mine…to think this sweet woman is all mine…”

Pushing your legs forward suddenly, you nearly cry when she pushes your legs down in a position you find yourself in countless times before. A mating press. 

“Here, let me show you just how good I could break you.” Yukong purrs, the soft, older woman figure now gone and replaced with someone much more dominant. “I hope all these guests hear just how loud you are when I’m done with you.”

TOPAZ

“Heh, to think I had so much competition vying for your love, babe.”

Topaz raises a brow while reading a particular thirst comment about you on her phone. Normally she’d be more focused on you at the moment —given by how she was currently fucking 7 inches of her strap on into your cunt, doggy style— yet it seemed as if your girlfriend was focused on more…trivial affairs, as she was more upset over the fact that fans were getting pretty possessive over you, rather than the fact that you were buck naked and grinding on her.

“Anonymous said: TELL TOPAZ TO BACK AWAY. (Reader) is mine and mine only.” 

Your girlfriend narrowed her eyes at this and gave a particularly hard thrust with her hips. “Pfft, wow, jealous much?” Topaz traced the palms of her hands over your ass and gave the soft, rear ends a harsh squeeze. “I mean, we aren’t even officially dating when it comes to the public, is our relationship that obvious on screen?” 

You attempted to answer, but with the way Topaz was grinding the thick shaft against your insides, pulling any word or sound out of you to turn into a moan, had you practically speechless as you were left face planting into your pillow.

“I mean, we do flirt and touch each other sometimes on camera, but I mean come on…” she continued her shallow thrusts and pressed firm nail indents into your sides. “Just listen to this one baby, just listen to it.” 

“@/lenzxii said: The way I would let (Reader) literally fuck me until my only coherent thought is her, step on me, beat the dog shit out of me, abuse me, run me over with her car, carve her name in my thigh, let her use any hole she wanted, cheat on me, rob me, steal my shit, kidnap me and I’ll still say thank you for blessing me with your presence.”

Somehow Topaz said all of that under one breath, eyes practically popping out of their sockets as she had to take a quick moment to reread the absolute unit of a thirst comment about her girlfriend. “Lord almighty, babe, your fans are practically ravenous over you.” 

“Go…Go figure…” you mumble out in a grunt, noticing how Topaz was starting to slow down with her thrusts, as she was beginning to get distracted with her Twitter feed. “Topazzzzz…please move faster…”

“Hm? Oh, Aha…you want me to go faster? What, do you need me that bad?”

“Yes!” You exclaim almost immediately, now slightly annoyed that she was focusing more on her phone, than you. “You wanted to fuck me because you were jealous so act like it! Stop staring at that phone like it’s your girlfriend, I’m your girlfriend!”

You pouted up at her and gave her the cutest, neediest eyes Topaz had ever seen on a woman, causing her to blush and nearly drop her phone on the bed. “Ah…fuck. You really are cute when you look at me like that…” she chuckles, gripping your hips tighter and repositioning her angle for a better thrust game. “Alright, alright…just don’t pout at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad for putting you here.”

She leans forward and kisses each of your shoulders, starting up her thrusts again before glancing at her phone one last time. 

“Okay, I know I said I’d pay attention to you for now on, but this thirst is funny.”

“@/melodazeee said: literally need (Reader) to be elbow deep and braiding my guts 😍🙏”

Topaz snickers at this, before moving her hips back and forth behind you and pushing the tip of her shaft deeper till you were practically split. “Elbow deep and braiding your guys, huh?” The image is so funny for Topaz, as she could never imagine her sweet and cute girlfriend rearranging someone’s guts. “Oh how different reality is, huh babe?” 

She wraps her arms around your stomach and could practically feel the small belly bulge she was giving you, every time she pistoned in and out with her cock. The sight of you creaming around her hips and staining the sheets with your juices almost too much for Topaz to handle. 

“Fuck…if only I could show the world how hot your face and moans are when I take you…” she groans, before keeping you locked against her body. Breasts pushing languidly against your back while Topaz begins toying with your clit with her fingers. 

“I wish I could tell the world how it’s me making you scream behind the scenes…but at least you know it’s only me. That’s all I really need…”

#kafka smut #kafka x reader #himeko smut #himeko x reader #serval smut #serval x reader #yukong smut #yukong x reader #topaz smut #topaz x reader #celebrity au #hsr smut #hsr x reader #star rail smut #star rail x reader #hsr women smut #hsr women x reader

[beiiibeii]

I'm a sucker for reverse isekai, yet I know fully well that none of the hot sugar mommies would find me physically attractive.

So here's a bit of a delusional thought. Once they find out that you're so pathetic for them that you write/read smut of them, they start to find it cute. And who knows, maybe they'll be willing to make your fictional ideas a reality?

I was thinking of Kafka/Yelan/Shalom when making this.

They wouldnt even be shocked they already know how down bad ppl are for them 😞😞

kafka would take your phone and read it out loud, then she would start copying the actions and the words said aloud in the fic. shes ramming you down onto her cock into your soaked little hole, its just so big, like stated in the fic, you can't keep up. your panting and moaning like a bitch in heat as one of hands on your hips guide you up and down her hard dick like a personal fleshlight. the other with your phone in hand, reading out your fic of her. you hands clawing at her shoulders like your life depended on it. she whispers pure filth into your ears with that hot, sultry voice.

"look at you, your pussy swallows my cock so easily baby.. keep going.. you can do it.."

your sobbing, nodding quickly as you let out another whine. your gummy walls just welcome her right in, like you were made for her. kafka sees that creamy ring around the base of her cock as she makes you reach your high once more. your cum leaking out onto her lap despite her stuffed into you. she starts her relentless pace again. the sloppy noises of skin slapping together and your desperate moans heard. shes so rough with you but shes only just making your fantasies come true <3

yelan has you tied up with her hydro ropes. they feel slightly cool, a big contrast to how hot you feel right now. your phone was somewhere on the bedside table. she leaves you on the bed with a vibrator, 'punishing' you for writing such filth. she presses the vibrator down onto clit. making you moan out, begging for more. your back arches so beautifully as your wrists tug on the ropes. it feels so good, your just blabbering out incoherent sentences. shes tease you, making the vibrations the highest level before turning it off the second you feel that knot forming. you whine as she rips yet another high away from you. she smirks and laughs softly at your pouty, desperate face.

"don't look at me like that pretty girl, isn't this what you wanted?"

she continues the cycle over and over again, you rub your thighs together and its so frustrating! maybe you shouldn't of written her teasing you so much. you just want to cum :(

shalom smirks aas she peers over you shoulder, seeing the dirty words on your screen. she whispers into your ears, her hot breath on your ear.

"is that what you really want? you needy girl.."

shalom is down on her knees. you legs are dangling off the bed as her hands hold soft thighs wide open. shalom spits onto your wet cunt, smearing it all over your sex. your body shivers as her slim fingers rub all over your folds. you can't remember how many you've already came. it isn't soon before she's eating you out again at such a merciless pace. who knew such a 'frail' girl was so capable of such things? you throw your head back, moaning. her tongue is soo long. shes got your cum all over her face, shes so messy and sloppy with her tongue. your have a fistful of her hair, tugging her close to your wet hole. her nose rubs at your clit. she keeps eye contact with you as her wet muscle laps at your wet cunt, ripping another erotic moan from you. she sucks on your clit, the slurping noises are so loud. (and hot) your thighs tremble as she gets another orgasm from you. you definitely will not stop writing some more after this long night.

#bei randoms #bei replys #kafka smut #kafka x reader #ptn #yelan x reader #yelan smut #ptn shalom x reader #shalom smut

[st3rll1nk]

Period Comfort (1/?)

Synopsis: You’re on your period. How does your girlfriend help you during this difficult time?

Ratings: Multi-Characters (Himeko, Kafka, and Ruan Mei) x Afab Reader, Sfw, Suggestive (Only with Kafka’s section) and Fluff.

Himeko

Being an experienced woman, Himeko knows exactly how to help you. She’ll give you whatever you need and knows exactly where to get it from. You just have to say it and she’ll give it to you in an instant. She’ll make food for you in the morning, be extra affectionate, and be very supportive in anyway she can. If you be rude or anything to her, she wouldn’t be sad about the fact you’re being disrespectful, she would be sad over the fact of how much pain you’re probably going through. Of course, you’re not going through it alone. She’ll cuddle up against you from behind while rubbing your stomach with occasional asks of if you need anything. If she has your period synced up with hers, she’ll be just as the same as before. But, a little quieter and, slightly needy of your affection. She probably has very bad cramps but, is just so use to them.

You woke up with a headache, groaning as you sat up on your shared bed. Looking to your side, expecting Himeko but, finding empty sheets. You sighed disappointingly before hearing the door creaked open and saw Himeko with a plate of your chocolate waffles with syrup and whip cream on it. She knew you very well. Himeko’s eyes widened before relaxing, her lips curling into a grin. She didn’t expect you to be awake yet. “Ah.. i didn’t expect you to be awake just now. Did I keep you waiting?” She asked, walking over to you and pressing her lips against your cheek before placing your plate of food on your lap. You smiled, “No, I only just woke up.” You looked back at your food and back at her, laughing. “You seems like you know me very well when it comes to my cravings.” Himeko laughed softly with you for a moment before speaking. “Seems like I do.”

Kafka

Kafka would spoil you so much. She hates seeing you in pain and gives you whatever you want. Treats? You got it. Cuddles? You got it. Advil? Literally. Anything. She wouldn’t even care if you get mad at her from your hormones. She gets it. And, she won’t leave you alone. She’ll cuddle you from behind closely while rubbing your stomach and pressing kisses along your neck. If she gets her period synced with yours, she’ll be very, very clingy and needy of your affection. Especially in the morning while she tries to convince you to stay in with her for the rest of the day. (She may or may not use her Spirit Whispering to help.. But, can you blame her? She just wants you! How bad is that?)

Kafka kissed your lips, wrapping one of her arms around your waist and placing one of her hands on your stomach, massaging it gently. You hummed delightfully against her lips, relaxing under your shared bed sheets as she hovered over you. Kafka smiled at the sight, parting your lips for a moment. You both lightly panted. “You’re just so cute, (Name)..” She said, her eyes drifting down below your waist. “You know..” She began, her hand on your stomach teasingly drifting over your shorts like a spider. “I can think of another reason to ‘soothe’ your cramps~” Right before she was going to continue, you stopped her with an annoyed groan and placed her hand back to your stomach. “And I think this way to soothe my cramps is just fine.” You bit back, pulling her down by the neck and continuing your make out session with a grinning Kafka against your lips. It’s okay. You’ll say yes eventually.

Ruan Mei

Ruan Mei would know your cycle by heart likely without your knowledge. She would know exactly how to help you. She knows all your treats, cravings, and needs by heart. If you have really bad cramps, she definitely have some sort of medication specifically for you to help soothe them. She wouldn’t mind staying in your shared bed and cuddling you if it helps you. If you’re too embarrassed to ask, she can tell by your expressions anyhow (She has it all memorized at this point). If your both on your period, she’ll be as just as helpful and in need of your affection. Ruan Mei would likely hug you from behind and cuddle with you. She wouldn’t really have heavy cramps, more like light to none most of the time.

Ruan Mei and you were positioned in a spooning position on your shared bed. She began to put her hands on your lower stomach from behind, her breath on your neck as she massaged the soft area. “I heard this is common through lovers to comfort one another on their cycle. Is this correct?” She asked, her hands soothing your cramps as she pressed small kisses against your neck. “Mmh… Yeah, it’s true..” You responded quietly as you relaxed under her touch. It was extremely nice. It’s like she already knew what to do to make you feel better. Wink wink.

authors note: first time i wrote suggestive for anyone! hoped you liked it! ill def be writing more parts. requests r always open and suggestions for writing improvement are always appreciated!

#honkai star rail #honkai x reader #afab reader #suggestive #fluff #sfw post #himeko #astral express #hsr kafka #kafka x reader #stellaron hunters #herta space station #ruan mei

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Without Her (Kafka)

Kinktober 2023 Day Sixteen: Bondage

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Wake up, little one~”

  Sometimes, she’ll leave you like this for hours.

  On her nice, big bed- all lost and alone and defenseless. Just a nice, neat present for her to enjoy as soon as she was done with whatever business she was running off to attend to. 

A pretty silk tie dripped in black will be bound tight around your wrists as it keeps your hands perfectly still behind your back. She’ll even leave you completely bare of all clothing if you're lucky. Giving your body some relief from the pent feelings that start to gather and gather whenever she leaves you alone. If you have enough sense and balance, you be able to find a corner or an edge or even a pillow to hump against long enough to keep you teetering between unbearably frustrated and so, so good.

  Of course, whatever wet spot you left behind on her furniture that she’s letting your filthy, filthy body pleasure itself with will be yours to clean and lick up by the time she comes back to relieve you of this torture. But if she’s feeling extra merciful, she’ll come in and take care of you before anything else is said and done. 

  But this isn’t one of those times.

  “Aww? Did someone miss me?”

  You huff, but still lift your head and roll over to better see your mistress as she speaks to you. The tone of her voice and the way she coos at you only makes the pout on your face grow a tiny bit more as you slowly try to blink the sleep away from your eyes. Almost out of instinct, you find yourself tugging at your restraints. You barely move more than a quick shift of your shoulders- something that you realized she took note of very quickly before letting her gaze fall back down to someplace lower than your eye line. 

  It takes you a little longer than expected to catch on. You’re still a little bit too sleepy from being woken up from the nap you were taking. After all, there’s very little someone in your position can do. Hands still tied behind their back. Wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt and a simple pair of underwear that makes it extremely hard to get yourself off no matter how hard you try. No matter how badly you want it. All no source of entertainment for what must have been hours all alone. 

  And yet, she doesn’t come in with a warm smile and kind eyes as she reaches for your binds, about to untie you and free you from your prison. She doesn’t come in with apologies and comforting phrases of praise for being so, so good for her while she wasn’t here and was being so fucking unfair to little ole’ you.

  Instead, her gaze trains itself on the damp stain in the middle of your underwear. Just wet enough to catch her eye. Just dry enough to make you forget how needy your body was in the first place. Your face warms at the realization. But you know what to do. You know what to say. Because who are you without touch? Who are you without love? Who are you without her?

  “Y-yes…yes, Miss Kafka.”

  Alone. So, very alone.

  “Good,” She murmurs absently at you as she leans a little more into your face and reaches out. It’s shameless, you know. But you can’t help but whine as your mind jumps to the possibility of her reaching out to slip her hands beneath your clothes and touch and tease all across your feverish skin. It gets you excited. It gets you squirming in place, already wriggling your way up to sit up for her- nice and proper. And so your mouth parts as a plea starts to form on your lips. But before you can even do anything. Before you can even beg her not to, she takes it away. She takes it all away with a simple message. “It’s just too bad that I have to leave you here again, isn’t it?”

  Your face falls. Your heart stops. And your world shatters.

  “W-what-?”

  “I just came to check on my little one before I went back out,” She tells you gently as she cups your cheek. The gesture is kind enough. But you can’t bring yourself to learn into her touch. You can’t bring yourself to trust her not to hurt you more in this moment than she already has. But you’re hers. You’re hers to play with. Hers to toy with. Hers, hers, hers. “But you understand, don’t you?”

  “But, I’ve been waiting for so-”

  “Right, little one?”

  Her attitude changes. Shifts into one that shows you how unappreciative she is of your refusal to go out in the night quietly. But you can’t help it. You just can’t. Your pout has long since been replaced with the stunning look of your desperation as you start to shift in place. You’re no longer lying down on the bed with sleepy expressions and drool pooling just past your lips as you nap and nap and nap. No, you’re sitting up on your knees. You’re grinding your body into yourself despite knowing how little it does for you. And you damn near whimpering at the fact she’s leaving you. Again. 

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  And like this.

  “Good,” She repeats, and the change in her eyes really shows you that she means it. It’s good. That you’re good. So you don’t even whimper or whine when the hand that holds your cheek instead chooses to press itself dumb against your bottom lip and force it to open. You just do your best to lick at and suck on the two fingers that slip into your warm, open, and inviting mouth. You try your best to stay still. You try your best to stay quiet. You try your best to stay good. Because maybe if you’re still and quiet and good, she’ll loosen the knot of the silk tie around your wrists. Or better yet… “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you, little one?”

  Maybe she’ll take care of your needy, lonely body.

  “Yes ma’am”

  Before you find out how to do it properly without her.

#kafka #kafka x reader #kafka honkai star rail #hsr kafka #kafka honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail fanfiction #honkai #honkai x reader #honkai fanfic #honkai fanfiction #hsr #hsr fanfic #hsr fanfiction #hsr x reader #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

[xylon8]

Dead Taste Buds

[Dom!Fem!reader x Sub!himeko]

[Nsfw warning! this is based on the in game message she sent to the trailblazer abt her using their coffee beans]

[I was, in fact, moved to tears.] You don't know why, ever since Kafka gave you life and you joined the astral express crew; you were the only passenger that was fond of himeko’s coffee. Welt, Dan Heng, March, and Pom-Pom thought your tongue had some infection or maybe your tastebuds were dead after you said her coffee isn't all that bad, but you reassure them you were fine. Himeko heard your little compliment from afar and smiled, promising to herself that she will experiment more on her little coffee hobby just for you. She starts messaging you frequently, saying if you’re willing to try some newly brewed coffee she just made, you never said no. Especially when she said it in a manner that made it hard to not resist.. Those little hangouts slowly turned into little coffee dates, which turned into makeout sessions and sex inducing activities. The smell of coffee and lust was in the air, and so was in your mouth as you kissed himeko with a newly found passion, her tongue tasting like that new cup of brewed mud that you really liked while her lips tasted like her sweet chapstick. Was it cherry? Was it strawberry? It made you go crazy as you kissed himeko deeper, leaving her a panting mess when you broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the ends of your tongues. You kissed her neck, biting it while trailing down bruises and bitemarks. Reaching her breasts, placing a hickey right at the birthmark near the top of her left tit, moans flowing out like the aroma of coffee beans hitting your nose. Finding her nipple, you suckle and lick at it, taking more of her breast in your mouth and the other mound of flesh being twisted and pulled lightly as her whimpers increased. So eager to take in some of her milk to make her brew even more exquisite. Will you ever get that milk? Probably, probably not. her moans and whimpers are another delicious alternative anyway. Your hands ripped away her dress, to you it looked like a magnificent species of a Koi fish, how frilly and long the dress was… now its on the floor like a rug as you pinned her down on her own soft bed, fingertips at her stomach slowly making its way near her hips and finally, her clit. You place slow, tantalizing circles on her clit, making her whine as to why you can't go faster.. “We haven't even started, and yet you want more? My, my, Hime..~” you tease, as you slowly got faster “Ah…~ is it s-so bad that I need you?” she pants, her hips rolling to stimulate herself more, you hold her hips steady and rubbed her clit in a slow pace again, making her gasp and whine at the sudden decrease. “if you behaved nicely.. Maybe i would go faster..” it didn't take long for your fingers to be covered in her slick as you only made her cum from rubbing her clit. One finger made its way into her cunt, as you slowly added another, and another.. Making it three. himeko already feeling full as you pump them in her needy hole. Moans fill her room as you pumped them in deeper, the astral express crew probably hearing how much of a needy whore himeko really is for you. you deprive her from her release everytime her face scrunched up the slightest or if she moved her body to pleasure herself while you fucked the living out of her, making her beg and whine from overstimulation as she's so desperate to cum.. “P-please.. y/n…~ c-can i cum..? mmh- please, love.. hnngh..~” “Hmm.. since you behaved so nicely.. let go for me..” Your words were like candy to her ears. she let out a loud moan as she came hard, your fingertip pressing her clit, covering your fingers in her overflowing juices, panting like a dog and her legs trembling and seemingly giving out. you pull out your digits, himeko letting out a small whine from the emptiness. You clean your fingers, tasting her sweet cum as if its coffee creamer and kissing her forehead tenderly, making himeko wrap her arms around your waist and nuzzle her face near the crook of your neck.. “i am one lucky young lady am I?” you chuckle "don't worry my love, we aren't stopping tonight.."

#shes js so mommy I cant #himeko hsr #himeko #hsr #himeko x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail #mommy milkers #[🎱 ball archives]

[hotelconcierge]

YOUNG ADULT FICTIONS

Slate Star Codex, “Some groups of people who may not 100% deserve our eternal scorn,” defending Harry Potter political analogies:

Comparing politics to your favorite legends is as old as politics and legends. Herodotus used an extended metaphor between the Persian invasions of his own time and the Trojan War. When King Edward IV took the English throne in 1461, all anybody could talk about was how it reminded them of King Arthur. John Dryden’s famous poem Absalom and Achitophel is a bizarrely complicated analogy of 17th-century English politics to an obscure Biblical story. Throughout American history people have compared King George to Pharaoh, Benedict Arnold to Judas, Abraham Lincoln to Moses, et cetera.

Well, how many people know who Achitophel is these days? Even Achilles is kind of pushing it. So we stick to what we know – and more important, what we expect everyone else will know too. And so we get Harry Potter.

“But a children’s book?” Look, guys, fantasy is what the masses actually like. They liked it in Classical Greece, where they had stories like Bellerophon riding a flying horse and fighting the Chimera. They liked it in medieval Britain, where they would talk about the Knights of the Round Table slaying dragons as they searched for the Holy Grail. The cultural norm where only kids are allowed to read fantasy guilt-free and everybody else has to read James Joyce is a weird blip in the literary record which is already being corrected. Besides, James Joyce makes for a much less interesting source of political metaphors (“The 2016 election was a lot like Finnegan’s Wake: I have no idea what just happened”)

Hoo boy did he walk into that one.

Plebeians have been plebeian forever, granted, although the age of SSC’s examples (Medieval Britain?) is telling: contra the above, the distinction between highbrow and lowbrow literature exists whenever the majority of the population is literate.

But regardless, SSC (for the record, mostly Good) is being fooled by branding. No one compares the “fantasy” elements of Harry Potter to the U.S. political system. The fantasy elements are irrelevant, which is why Hamilton works just as well. Wannabe pundits compare the characters. And it is the characters, their psyches, the ambiguity that persists after two millennia of debate, that has made The Iliad stand the test of time. As clever as Artemis Fowl may be, it’s naive to pretend there’s no difference.

What makes it obvious that Deadpool (rating: R) is a kid’s movie while 2001: A Space Odyssey (rating: G) is not? Turn on the TV and flip through a few kids shows—nothing educational, I’m talking epilepsy triggers. After a couple, you’ll notice a unifying theme: everything is turned up to the max. All the characters are live/laugh/loving, fighting, crying; the soundtrack goes major or minor for every ephemeral mood. The characters have saucer eyes and exaggerated movements, The Emoji Movie being the logical conclusion of the genre, every motivation gets a musical number, these shows are MAXIMALLY EXPRESSIVE, leaving no doubt as to what emotion you are supposed to feel by the microsecond.

Please hear that I mean no disrespect when I say that this is why people with autism like Disney.

Q: Why did it feel good to watch [Disney movies] over and over again, that you kept wanting to? Watch them over and over again? How did that feel to you?

A: It felt comforting.

Q: Comforting.

A: It felt comforting.

Q: Why?

A: Because it would help me with...reducing my autism. (Radiolab)

Nothing wrong with that. Partisan bullshit aside, Harry Potter is great. But it’s important to recognize the limitations. Young adult fiction can have complex characters, worldbuilding, and rules of magic/ethics/rationality as long as the complexity is spelled out for you. “Snape was mean to Harry...but [flashback] that’s because, deep down, he was still in love with Lily...” What such stories will never ask you to do is intuit that Snape had tribulations, they assume that you have no instinct for cognitive empathy, which you don’t, which is why your politics are vapid. 

(When fiction deprives you of access to any character’s mind or explanation of events, you feel the opposite of comfort: horror. Saw is not a scary film because it is nothing but explanations; a Kafka story feels “off” even before shit goes down because the world and the characters refuse to show their work.)

Young adult fiction is a stepping stone, good if it helps you get better at understanding people without a Wes Anderson narrator whispering in your ear. Unfortunately, the ability to parrot accepted opinions is often taken for the ability to derive judgments of one’s own. I’m thinking of a homestuck 13 year old who is constantly told that he/she is “so mature” for getting straight A’s and being well-spoken with the dinner guests and not ditching class to smoke brick weed with Devin. Whether or not those behaviors are good, the kid isn’t mature, he or she is well-trained, and if you keep claiming maturity then you are going to stunt development. Sorry: not having an adolescent rebellion means you didn’t complete adolescence. The result is neotenous adults who are not overly sensitive—as conservative media would claim—but rather overly dependent on external rules. Cards Against Humanity is so funny, right? You get to say bad words, but it’s only a game.

“Help, I was a gifted kid and now I’m a normal adult!” Different adjective, same problem. Once Hal Incandenza is typecast as “gifted,” everyone will find it convenient to grade him (praise/no praise) on whether he is living up to his label. How do you look gifted? You can solve P vs. NP......or you can read the dictionary. I’ll bet that every ex-gifted kid who now uses “adulting” as a verb is a fan of those faux-pretentious memes, “mfw she confuses epistemics and ontology,” fitting Wikipedia philosophy into preformed joke structures, lowbrow expressions of highbrow concepts, a few college words to suggest immeasurable depths. You do what you know: exert the minimum necessary effort to convince other people of your intelligence. But you can’t convince yourself.

The consequences are predictable. Imposter syndrome. Scrupulosity. Sexual fetishes suffixed with -play. Gushing compassion ruined by the inability to picture how one appears to the outside world. Neediness. Ill-fitting jeans. Trouble with romance, and not because they don’t know how—deep down they do—but because they cling to a rulebook (“milady”) instead of trusting instinct. They were never allowed to have instincts. For that matter they’ve never really wanted, never felt a desire that wasn’t assigned, which is why: open relationships, switched majors, medicated anxiety, and ambivalence, ambivalence, ambivalence.

I know how heavy lies the burden of wasted potential. So please take this in the gentlest possible way: you were never that great. Greatness is a meaningless thing to apply to a kid, or a college student, or any idea that hasn’t forced it’s way onto paper. The only path is forward. “It’s our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” I think that’s Dumbledore, take it or leave it—there’s a time and a place for young adult fiction.

Coming soon:

THE FALSE POSITIVES

THE FALSE NEGATIVES

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hi..may I request for a sub amab reader with Kafka short fic? I’m so down bad for this woman the list of things i want her to do to me

Teeth (Kafka x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Being seen with her out in public is somewhat of a spectacle. 

  She always looks so put together. Always speaks so elegantly. So refined. And the people who love her, love her. Need her. Cherish her. And you know it all too well that people look up to her. Bow down to her. Adore her. Worship her. Hang off their seats, listening to every word that passes through her lips. Vie for her affection. Her attention. A look. A passing glance- anything. And you used to be like them. You used to be like those people. Beggars. Needy, little beggars. Hoping for something that would never happen. Hoping for something that they never will deserve. Never.

  But then she chose you. And you became more than who you used to be.

  “Aww, is that your new man? You really did a number on his neck. Maybe you should leave some in other places~”

  So much more.

  But at the mention of the mess of hickies now littering your neck, you can’t help but feel yourself growing flustered. You turn your head away from the girl whose name you’re sure is somewhere in the far corners of your mind- another Stellaron Hunter Kafka works closely with- and cast your gaze down to your shoes quickly. The skin of your neck still feels a little raw. And you can only imagine the purple and reddish marks decorating your flesh are a little bit off-putting to those who exist outside of your relationship. But truly- your mind is just burning with the memories of how these latest ones appeared on you.

  Her locking the door behind you as you enter her room. Her pushing you up against the wall. Tilting your head and pressing kiss after kiss to your lips until they were as swollen. Stealing breath after breath of air from you and your lungs as you fill the room with pathetic sounds. Whimpers and whines. Words of praise. All so she can pull always and attach her mouth to your neck as her hand buckles your belt and reaches down inside of you-

  “Careful now…” Comes a purr. It’s her voice- Kafka’s voice that breaks you out of your daze a second before her hand reaches out to you. It cups your chin. Fingers slender and elegant, yet grip strong and firm as she guides your gaze away from your shoes and directs your eyes to focus on her and her alone. “...he’s easily excitable. If you don’t watch what you say, I might have to miss our meeting and go take care of him instead.”

  You swallow thickly out of pure instinct. Her words are loaded with a meaning that doesn’t take you too long to figure out. A meaning that’s hot and heavy and makes the blood in your body start to heat up to new heights. And through it all, you don’t miss the way her tongue darts out and slowly swipes at her own lips as she eyes your neck hungrily. You don’t miss how it seems like just about everyone in the room is now looking at the two of you with building interest either. Some might be amazed. Some might be disgusted. Some might even start to feel hungry. Hungry for a show. Or even eager. To be in your position. To be in her grasp. And if you were them- you know you feel the exact same way. The exact same way.

  But you aren’t. You aren’t them.

  That’s why you’re not boiling in rage right now. That’s why you’re not simmering in disgust. Because you aren’t them.

  But you are closing your eyes. And you are parting your lips. And you are leaning into her touch with a whimper as her lips find that sensitive spot on your neck and bite down. And in this moment? You’re just as powerless as anyone else. You can’t stop her. Or it that you don’t want her to stop. You just find it easier to give in to her silent commands and unspoken demands. Or is it that you want to? That you want this? 

  Who are you kidding? You always wanted this. You always wanted her. And now you have her. Or rather, now she has you.

  Because it’s her that’s standing you up and walking you backward to the nearest wall you both can kind. It’s her whose lips are sucking new hickies over the old ones in a room full of her colleagues- other Stellaron hunters. It’s Kafka who is choosing to ignore the unpleasant mutters and whispers of her display. And it’s Kafka who is choosing to be egged on by the more heated murmurs. What are they saying? What are they telling her to do? You don’t know. You just don’t. You couldn’t know.

  Because it’s you who can’t do anything but whimper and whine and moan pathetically as your woman presses her body against yours in all the right places. It’s you who can’t think in the moment- only feel, feel, feel. Her as she showcases her power over you. Over the room. Her as she uses you. Her as she teases you. Reminding you of the promise (or possibly even the prophecy at this rate) that she spoke of earlier. 

  That she would leave this meaning if you got too needy. Too messy. Too whiny. Too useless. 

  That she would leave this meeting just to take care of you.

  But you shouldn’t complain. You shouldn’t even think of anything besides how much you love her. Of how much you love this. Truly, truly. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you always wanted despite knowing in your heart that it could never come true. But now it is true. She picked you. Out of everyone- she picked you.

  And you live with the consequences. You live with the thrill of it. The rules and requirements of it too. Because being seen with her out in public is always a spectacle. Always.

  Because she doesn’t just let everyone know that you’re taken. She lets everyone know that you’re owned. That you’re leashed. That you’re hers. 

  And that’s all you’ll ever be again. 

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