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half return - Kafka x Reader

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note: this one is just a short imagine I had for a half-baked idea

“You seem lost.” From between her lips, a puff of smoke is exhaled, and the cigarette is offered to you– enticing, yet with heavy consequences should you take it. Though, considering your current company, you fear you might be too far gone to care for consequence. You take it, pressing it against your own mouth. The taste of Kafka’s lipstick is bitter, an unknown flavor, but distinct. 

“I don’t understand why you had to do it.” 

“Elio said it had to, so it had to. I would’ve thought you’d been able to piece it together by now.” 

“Did you have to abandon her?” 

She falls silent at the question. Instead, Kafka leans forward on the railing of the balcony, fetching another cigarette from her pocket. Above you, the hotel’s balcony is covered by an awning–the only thing keeping you both dry from the rain. It falls fast to the street several dozen floors below, and the distance seems to call to you. 

“Destiny’s Slave said it had to be.” 

With a click, she lights the cigarette. 

“I wish you hadn’t done it.” 

“I wish I hadn’t either.” 

You wondered how Stelle must’ve felt. You wondered for hours, pacing the hotel room waiting for Kafka to return from Herta Space Station. Silver Wolf stopped by every half hour, at first out of duty, and then out of genuine worry that you might’ve been on the verge of causing harm to someone. 

Was she afraid? She’d have no memories, you were told. Everything you’d ever done with her cumulated to nothing but the set up for a pawn to be used by Elio’s great future. Kafka had done her part, certainly, and she was the girl’s favorite. But you loved her. You loved her so much, as if she were made from your very skin and you only felt nauseous imagining how scared she’d feel when she woke up with a Stellaron deep inside her. 

Beside you, Kafka tries to gently settle her hand on your shoulder. It’s shrugged off quickly.

“Don’t touch me.” 

“You know the rules. So do I.” 

“I begged Elio. I begged him not to let this happen, not to let her go.” 

“You know just as well as I do how stubborn he can be. The script says she’ll find her way back to us, some day.” 

“You can’t be alright with this.” 

She exhales, smoke rising into the air. 

“I only do what I’m told.” Then, she turns, with something of a sly grin. “And with some harmless fun on the side to pass the time.” 

The joke isn’t funny. She must know it, but times must be desperate considering you’ve shrugged off every invitation for intimacy since Elio showed you the script. Kafka didn’t need to agree to this, and yet she did. She chose to be the one to abandon the child you practically raised together. 

“I miss her. I miss her so much.” 

“Give it time, dear. She’s strong. She’ll get into trouble, but nothing she can’t get out of.” Her hand guides your face towards hers– and you let her. Even when she sounds somber, her face betrays nothing. It’s the way she’s always been. Is she grieving too? Or does she lack anything beneath that pretty face?

“She’ll be back. So, why don’t we enjoy this temporary time alone, hm? Relax a bit.” Kafka plants her lips against your cheek, then against your jaw, and further into the crook of your neck. As much as you’d like to pretend there’s passion in it, you can’t tell her true intentions. Is it boredom that draws her to you? 

In her spare hand, the cigarette continues to burn. You jerk away, and she pauses, pulling back by only a fraction. A cool breath is blown onto the newly forming bruises, but you put the sensation out of mind. It’s a method of distraction, and only that. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” You mock. “Stop acting like this isn’t… like you didn’t just leave my kid.” 

Kafka has enough sense to withdraw at least, and an uncomfortable gap grows between you two. The rain is cold, and the thin sweater you’d put on does little against the wind. You knew what would happen today, and yet nothing could’ve prepared you for the sinking dread of knowing it had truly happened. The reality is always harsher than the expectation.

Stelle wasn’t yours in any traditional way. But you taught her what she knew. You told her stories, you brushed her hair, you mended her clothes when she returned from a mission. 

“Kafka,” you begin carefully, “I don’t think I’m staying with the Stellaron Hunters.” 

Nothing is said. Her cigarette returns to her lips.

“I have to know she’s alright.” 

“You have a bounty, you know.” She reminds you. 

“And?” 

“It’d mean a lot of trouble if the IPC picked you up. Don’t put Bladie and I through the hassle of getting you back.” 

Between your fingers, you twirl the cigarette she gave you. Then, you drop it over the side of the balcony. You lose sight of it quickly, and you don’t care to search for it as you turn around to face the glass door. Kafka doesn’t stop you as you slide it back, and pause at the threshold.

“Elio’s script doesn’t need me, does it?” 

The pause is all you need to know. You step through the door, back into the cold dark hotel room. Kafka watches from the balcony as you gather your things, the only sound being that of the rain falling outside. Once your things are packed neatly, you place down the burner phone Silver Wolf provided you at the beginning of the mission. It sits on the bed like flowers over a grave. 

You never were that much of a Stellaron Hunter. Not like the others. Your specialties were only needed to ensure no one died of infection or malnutrition– but medicinal expertise was a common commodity these days, and they’d find a workaround easily. 

Turning back to the balcony door, you meet her eyes. Goodbye isn’t as hard as you expected it to be. Was that how she felt? 

“I’ll see you. Eventually.” You say, before slinging your bag over your shoulder and heading towards the door. 

“Eventually.” Kafka sighs.

love shot

⤼ hitman!irene x hitman!reader

⤼ y/n moved through the shadows, swiftly, silently, without a trace. after receiving cryptic messages, her challenger, irene, appeared in her penthouse wanting something. would it be y/n’s life or something else?

⤼ g!p dom irene, sub!reader, intrusion, gunplay, hair-pulling, cunnilingus, blowjob, p in v

⤼ 6.5k words (proofread by friends, once again blame them for mistakes!)

⤼can you guys tell the fatigue was kicking in at the end lol haha, hope you enjoy though, kisses to all the pretty girls!

you were known for your precision. a hitman with a reputation for being both cold and calculating, you took on the most dangerous jobs, leaving behind no trace. what made you stand out, though, wasn't just your skill, but your mind. you enjoyed the hunt, the strategy, and the rush.

on the other side of the coin, irene was no different. a hitman in her own right, she had built her career on eliminating targets without ever getting caught. she was meticulous and always a step ahead of everyone. well, everyone but you.

you two were head to head in competitiveness. with both of your careers being built on being the best, neither of you liked to lose. the world of contract killings was small, too small for the both of you to move around. the first and only time you crossed paths with irene was a job that went sideways, both of you circled the same target, each unaware of the other's presence until the last minute. no shots were taken, but after that day there was, for sure, unfinished business. it wasn't long before the games began. it started small, anonymous cryptic messages sent every now and again. now, it had gotten bigger, much bigger.

you were out buying supplies, the mundane task that gave you a rare moment of peace. but your phone buzzed, giving you an uneasy feeling. another message. a picture of you, taken from a distance, but close enough to know it was you. a quick peek over your shoulder didn't reveal any vital information as to who could've taken the picture. you were itching to text back, but you knew it would do no good.

you pocketed your phone and forced yourself to remain calm. instead, you finished your transaction, every movement measured, every breath controlled, but beneath the surface, your heart thumped inside your chest. today wasn't a day for you to be so worried. 

you took a little detour. a food stall on the street, smelled to good to ignore. skewers sizzled on the grill, filling the air with the scent of charred meat and seasonings. you ordered something and handed the stall manager your money.

"keep the change." you said with a slight smile, leaning against the metal counter. your eyes scanned the crowd, people moved past in a blur; strangers, harmless.

your phone buzzed. you glanced down, expecting exactly what you saw. another message...with an attachment? your stomach twisted as soon as you saw what it was. it was you, just then talking the stall manager. 

a hungry one aren't you, cutie?

your gaze darted around. someone was close. someone was playing games. your fingers hovered over the screen, but you didn't reply. not yet. if they wanted to play, you'd play, until the end. the man handed you your food and you continued down the sidewalk. you couldn't help but to think about if you were being followed. 

you made it to your loft door, your grip tightening around the keys in your pocket. your mind ran through the possibilities. whoever sent that message, whoever took that picture, had to be close. too close. you glanced over your shoulder, scanning the empty hallway. no footsteps, no movement, but that didn't mean you weren't alone. 

sliding the key into the lock, you turned it carefully, listening for anything to change behind you. you stepped inside, closing the door behind yourself with a quiet click before turning the deadbolt. you set the food on the counter, no real intention to eat anything anymore. ripping the supplies bag open, you unpacked everything with efficiency. ammunition, new lockpicks, and suppressors laid out on the counter. everything in its place, everything controlled. 

you exhaled, rolling your shoulders, willing yourself a moment to relax. maybe you needed a drink, maybe just some quiet time. but then your phone rang. how annoying could a phone be? looking at the screen, you had no choice but to answer. it was your boss. 

"yeah?"

"got a job for you," the bold voice on the other end said. 

you leaned against the counter, rubbing a hand over your face. "who is it?"

there was a pause. your boss wasn't one to hold back information and you weren't one to be kept waiting. "hello?"

"well, it's irene."

your grip tightened around the phone. for a moment, all your focus was placed on the clock ticking just above your head. 

irene. your greatest rival. your shadow. the only woman that could go toe-to-toe with you. 

your boss continued, aware of the tension caused by his words, "listen, the client wants her gone. clean and fast."

"how much?"

"enough for you to retire and be done, forever."

it should've been an easy yes. a contract like that meant irene had pissed off someone big. big enough to set up your future with one phone call. instead of answering right away, you ran a thumb over the edge of the counter, eyes fixed on the newly bought supplies. silence stretched on the line before your boss sighed.

"i know it's a huge job, but you in or not?" 

your jaw clenched. this was it. the job that would end your competition forever. 

"i'm in." you said, your voice steady. 

"good, good. i'll send you the details soon. be safe, y/n."

the call ended, leaving only the sound of your own breathing. you placed the phone down carefully on the stand beside the couch, your mind remained sharp. the air in your loft felt heavier, like the weight of this decision had shifted something unseen. but panic? no. you don't panic. instead, you exhaled and pushed away from the counter. you needed to clear your head. leaving everything where it was, you walked toward the bathroom, peeling off your clothes inside. 

the moment you turned the shower on, steam rose up in thick clouds, fogging the mirror you watched yourself dissolve in. you stepped under the scalding water, letting it soak into your skin, washing away all the tension from the day.

irene. she ran through your mind like a shadow slipping between cracks of light, always there, always just out of reach. a name that had been nothing more than an annoyance to hear was now something else. you had accepted the job. you had to end her. you exhaled, tilting your head back under the water. a contract was a contract. irene was just another target. 

the heat of the water had done its job, easing the tension from your muscles and your mind. as you stepped out, steam still clung to the air, curling around your figure. you wiped your hand over the mirror, watching your reflection reappear, sharped, composed, unreadable. just as it always was.

you wrapped yourself in a plush robe and made your way to the living room, letting the quiet luxury of your space settle over you. watching the city skyline, the lights outside glittering like stars trapped in glass. your furniture was sleek, modern, expensive. a place designed for solitude, not company. 

sinking into the leather couch, you reached for the glass on the side table, pouring yourself a drink. the amber liquid swirled under the low lighting as you brought it to your lips, letting the burn settle your throat. your grip tightened around the glass. 

the city was beautiful through your windows, a glittering sea of lights stretching into the night, but it wasn't the skyline that held your attention. it was the faint reflection in the glass. the sharp silhouette standing just behind you. sleek hair, piercing eyes, the sharp curve of a familiar smirk. 

you took another slow sip of your drink.

"how'd you get in?"

you watched as the smirk deepened. "would you believe me if i said you left the door unlocked?"

you let out a quiet laugh, swirling your glass. "locked it."

she stepped closer like a panther prowling on its prey. "then let's just say i have my ways." a hand swooped the glass from your grip. “you don’t look surprised to see me.” irene said before finishing off your drink. 

“i’m not really big on guests,” you turned, now looking just over your shoulder, “especially when they’re uninvited.” 

“oh, don’t be so uptight, y/n. i just wanted to do something interesting!” 

“interesting?” you flashed a questionable look. “more of an inconvenience.”

irene stepped closer, the scent of her shampoo, exclusive and musky, filled your senses. “are you finding me inconvenient, now?” 

“i just find your methods a bit…” a simple shrug of your shoulders. “intrusive, that’s all. especially when they involve breaking and entering.” 

“intrusion is my specialty,” she purred, her finger tracing your jawline. “besides, i thought we had an understanding. we’re both in the same business, after all.” 

“an understanding?” you scoffed, pushing yourself off of the couch. “we have a mutual interest and occupation in eliminating problems,” you walked close enough to feel her breath on your face. “and right now, you’re becoming a big problem.” snatching the glass from her hand and placing it into your sink. 

“how come you don’t miss me?”

“miss you? irene, we haven’t seen each other in months, nor have we had an actual conversation. there’s nothing to miss.” you turned your body, now facing irene, who was still standing over the couch. “why are you here anyway?” 

you had an idea of why. of course, the day you get a call to take out the lady standing in your apartment, she shows up. she was there to kill you, finish what was supposed to be finished when you saw each other months ago. 

“time is a construct. especially in our line of work, a few months is practically a blink.” she shifted, leaning up against the back of the couch. “as for conversation, some things are better left unsaid, wouldn’t you agree?”

“i prefer clarity. unsaid things tend to lead to misunderstandings."  now, you could see the entirety of her figure, dressed in loose, black slacks and a black buttoned shirt. her poorly concealed pistol outlined on her waist. "misunderstandings that usually involve guns."

"always so practical," she sighed, a hint of amusement in her voice. "where's the romance, y/n?" she let her hand drift towards the neckline of her shirt, a deliberate, slow movement. "or are you too busy being efficient?"

"efficient keeps me alive," you retorted, "and speaking of efficiency, you still haven’t answered my question. why are you here, irene? let's cut the pleasantries."

"pleasantries? she chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "i thought we were just getting started." she rose from the couch, closing the distance between you. "but if you insist. i came with good intentions, but i heard you had a little assignment."

"how long have you been here?" you raised an eyebrow, your eyes narrowing. 

"long enough,” she tilted her head, feigning innocence. "it sounded like an important job."

you remained silent, avoiding her gaze. you weren't going to discuss your work with her, especially not in the middle of her uninvited intrusion.

"oh, come on," irene chuckled, taking a step closer.

"don't be so secretive. it’s not like i'm not going to steal your targets."

"i'm not sure i believe that," you said, raising an eyebrow. "you're known for your persuasive methods."

irene smirked, her eyes lingering on your lips. "perhaps i am, but today, i'm more interested in other methods of persuasion."

she moved closer, her hand brushing against your arm.

you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from fear, but from something else entirely. the mere lust that coaxed her voice. 

“since i saw you that day, you looked so fucking good.” her breath falling against your face. “it was my first time seeing someone so captivating.” 

"captivating enough to break in?" you managed to escape from the counter, walking back to the couch. irene almost on top of you from how close she followed you. 

"captivating enough to rewrite the rules," irene murmured, her voice a low rumble as she closed the remaining distance. "and breaking in," she added, her hand lightly brushing against your hip, "was just the opening act." she settled onto the couch beside you, the close proximity sending a wave of heat through your body.

"you know," she continued, her eyes never leaving yours, "i usually prefer a more civilized approach, but something about you makes me want to throw caution to the wind." you shifted slightly, trying to create some space, but irene mirrored your movement, maintaining the close contact.

 "don't tell me you're nervous," she teased, a playful smirk curving her lips. "i thought you were the type who thrived on a little danger."

"danger is one thing," you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. "unpredictability is another."

"unpredictability is where the fun lies," she countered, her hand once again tracing the line of your jaw. "you never know what's going to happen next." she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. "and with me," she whispered, "anything can happen."

her hand slid down to your neck, her fingers lightly massaging the tense muscles. "you're so tense," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "relax, y/n. i won’t bite."

her fingers moved lower, tracing the curve of your collarbone. "unless you want me to." she added, her voice a low, seductive purr. 

the air crackled with unspoken tension. you could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intensity of her gaze. it was a dangerous game she was playing, and you found yourself strangely drawn to it.

"you're very sure of yourself," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i'm sure of what i want," she replied, her eyes locking with yours. "and what i want is you."

“i’m right in front of you, aren’t i?”

you weren’t sure if this game was going to end well. maybe, you would end up dead. maybe, she would end up dead. you hoped for the latter, as it would make your job easier, but the former would be much worse. it’s no use to deny her game, you were just as competitive now as you were seeing her all those months ago. 

she shifted, the soft velvet of the couch cushions rustled with movement. “yes,” she breathed, her gaze tracing the lines of your face, the curve of your neck. "you are, but being this close isn’t enough. i want you closer."

her hand moved, not reaching for you directly, but resting lightly on the cushion between you. a subtle barrier to emphasize the space she wanted to close. 

“i want your attention,” she said, her voice low and smooth, “your complete surrender.” she leaned in, her shoulder brushing up against yours. the warmth of her body radiating through the thin robe that dressed your body. “i want you to forget our occupations, forget the world outside this room, forget everything, but this moment.” her fingers inched closer to your thigh, the subtle movement asking for permission.

“and what exactly does ‘this moment’ entail, irene?” you asked, your voice low and steady, matching her seductive tone. “i feel like we might have different interpretations.”

a slow smile spread across the woman’s face, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. “i think we understand each other perfectly,” her fingers finally brushed against yours with a teasing touch, “it entails a little discovery. a little give and take?” 

“give and take?” you intertwined your fingers with hers, “i’m open to fair exchange, but i’m not one to give without a little something in return.” 

“and what exactly do you want in return?” she asked with a low whisper, eyes locking with yours. 

“the truth,” your grip tightened on her hand, “the real reason you’re here, and then perhaps we can discuss some form of compensation.” 

her smile widened, a flash of white teeth in the dim, warm light. “the truth?” she repeated. “such a simple request, but the truth is what i told you.”

“and you’re still sticking to that lie?”

“like i said, give and take.” she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “i give you the best fuck of your life,” hand trailing up your arm, “and you take it just like i give it.”

“what makes you so sure you’re capable of delivering? you countered, “i’ve had my share of good fucks.” 

“good? just good?” she repeated, “darling, i’m not aiming for good. i’m aiming for unforgettable. the type of unforgettable that rewrites your definition of pleasure.” 

her hand that had been tracing up your arm, now made its way to the back of your neck, gently massaging your tense muscles. 

"i'm talking about a symphony of sensations," she whispered, her voice husky. "a crescendo of desire. a masterpiece."

she leaned back slightly, her gaze intense and unwavering. "i'm talking about the kind of connection that transcends the physical. the kind that leaves you breathless, begging for more."

"you’re so full of yourself, irene." you said, your voice laced with skepticism. 

her hand slid down to your chest, her fingers tracing the outline of your heartbeat. "i know how to find the places that make you ache. the places that make you tremble. and i know how to bring you to the edge of ecstasy, and then push you over."

you hesitated for a moment, the air thick with unspoken desire. “and what if i say no?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“then i’ll have to simply convince you,” she leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of spice and something musky, filling your senses. her breath was warm against your lips. “and i have a feeling you won’t say no.”

her hand moved to cup your cheek, her fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. then, her lips were on yours. the kiss started slow, tentative, a gentle exploration of uncharted territory. her lips were soft and warm, and the taste of her was intoxicating. you felt a jolt of electricity surge through your body, a mixture of desire and anticipation. 

the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. her hand moved from your cheek down to the knot that tied your robe. you responded in kind, your own hands finding their way to the belt secured her slacks to her waist. the world around you faded away, and all that existed was the two of you, locked in a passionate embrace. 

her fingers loosened the knot with ease. The silken fabric of your robe parted, revealing your bare skin underneath. a soft gasp escaped your lips as her touch grew bolder, her hand sliding across your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. 

“you feel incredible.” she murmured against your lips. 

your own fingers fumbled with the buckle of her belt, the cool metal contrasting from your warm hands. with a soft click, the belt loosened, and you felt the fabric of her slacks give away slightly. 

“so do you.” your hand slipped to her crouch. “oh?” you felt her bulge practically bursting from her pants. “i didn’t expect..”

“didn’t expect what? this?” her hand grasped your wrist, her fingers tightening. “you think you’re the only one with surprises?” she whispered, voice laced with a playful challenge.

you chuckled softly, a low rumble in your chest. “and what if i want ‘this’?” your fingers pressed lightly against her through the fabric. 

“then,” she said, her eyes darkening with desire, “i’ll give you exactly that.” 

she shifted, her body pressing closer to yours, tension intensifying. “but first, i think we need to get rid of distractions.”

with a swift movement, she parted the robe letting it fall off completely. her gaze swept over your now bare body. “beautiful, every inch of you.” 

“now, your turn.” you started to unbutton her shirt, taking your sweet time. as each button came undone, revealing more of her body, anticipation grew with energy crackling through the air. 

her shirt fell open, with the last button undone. the toned abs of her stomach and firm breasts presented in front of you. 

“impressed?” irene flashed you a quick smirk. 

“more than impressed. intrigued.” you said tracing the lines in her abdomen. she gasped from the way your hand moved up to her breasts. your gaze lingered, admiring the sight before you. her eyes darkened and a low moan escaped her lips. you watched as she folded from the mere toying of her nipples between your fingers. you leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips, “mine.”

“and you’re mine.” she uttered with a breathy voice. 

“tell me what do you want?”

“i want everything, i want you, i want this.” with this, she pushed you gently back against the couch. you followed her lead, body molding against hers. her hands moved to feel the curves of your body. your own hands equally busy, exploring her toned, smooth back. 

you two practically humping each other, moaning in unison. irene started to move lower. marking your neck with hickeys, groping your tits with need. her teeth grazed your collarbone, eliciting a moan from your mouth. 

“you really like to take your time huh.” 

irene chuckled at your words, “perfection takes time.” she said just before wrapping her mouth around your nipple. licking and sucking like she’d never had anything in her mouth before. 

ravenous, hungry, she knows how to make a woman feel good. your hand found its way into her hair, urging her desperate mouth. she swiftly engulfed the other nipple into her mouth, giving it equal pleasure as the other. her hands pulling at your torso, trying to bring you impossibly closer. 

“you’re so greedy,” you followed with a chuckle, “is this how you treat all your targets?” the word made irene stop her motions and give you a questionable look. 

“targets?” 

you gave her a raised eyebrow in return for her repetitiveness. 

“baby, if i were here to kill you, i would’ve done it already.” she didn’t give anymore to the topic quickly moving to your torso, splattering kisses all over, leaving no place without a kiss. you didn’t care that brushed over the conversation, you just wanted her to make you feel good, faster. 

her strong hands guided your legs apart, her eyes holding yours captive. tongue trailing from your navel to your mound leaving a wet, shimmering path. the warmth of her breath ghosting over your most sensitive skin, sending pure pleasure through your body. gathering the wetness from your sopping hole, her thumb brushed over your clit. 

a sharp pant escaped your lips, your body arching, the touch sending a jolt through your core. her thumb continued motioning in circles, pressing, building pressure with each movement. her mouth kissed the inside of your thighs, tongue gliding across your slick skin. the muscle flicking across your inner folds, opening to get a mouthful of your delicious pussy. once she started, she couldn’t stop. 

she devoured you like she knew you to the core. her eyes focused on your hazy lids, watching while she patterned over your bud. you looked so beautiful over her, it fueled her. your hand shoved her face deeper into your pussy and she didn’t mind one bit. you were making such a mess all over your face and she still kept her pace, ravaging you. 

“still figuring me out?” 

“thoroughly,” she murmured against you, only stopping to utter the words. 

“maybe, you need to figure out more.” 

“more?” she echoed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. 

“is that a problem?” your fingers tightened in her hair. 

“not at all.” she said as her mouth left your flesh. she paused, her gaze flickering something predatory. moving her body over yours, tantalizing her weight on you. her hand, slick and warm, traced a path from your hip to your inner thighs. 

her fingers slid between your folds. one just to open you up. the single finger lingered, a subtle pressure, as she leaned down, her breath warm against her ear. your hips buckled into the feel, so needy for more. you couldn’t help but to groan. 

her thumb brushed against your clit, adding to the euphoria. “such a sensitive little thing.” she said just before dipping her mouth into your neck, running her tongue over the marks she gave to you earlier. “do you like that?”

you could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps. she nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing at your skin. “good.” she purred, her finger steady at your entrance, thumb still rhythmic. 

“more.”

“more?” 

“i need more, irene.” you turned your head, coming face to face with the beautiful woman in front of you. your breaths clashing against each other. one hand cupped her chin, the other going down to her wrist. you forced her to isolate two of her fingers just to shove them in your hole. 

you pulled her lips to yours, shoving your tongue in her mouth, exploring. the girl took it upon herself to start ramming her fingers into your hole. the sudden raw pleasure made you feel so good. the kissing being the only thing keep you from screaming, but even then you can’t contain yourself moaning into her mouth. sweat started to bead from your forehead, you pulled away from her. it was too much. you asked for more, but oh how much more could you take?

your hole was practically choking irene’s fingers, but she was so good with the way she used them. she looked at you, admiring the sight in front of her eyes; tears forming at the corner of your eyes, mouth gaping open, the vein in your neck popping out from just her two digits. 

“you’re making me need you even more, baby.” no reply came from your mouth, she figured she might push you over the edge too soon, making her pull them out abruptly. after taking a second to catch your breath, you faced her. no words exchanged, just a mere smirk from irene as she dragged her fingers slowly towards your mouth. instinctively, you took the digits, without hesitation. tongue splitting between the two of them, studying the look in her eyes. lust. 

you wanted to show her as love as she showed you, pulling the fingers out of your mouth, you fully moved away from the spot you occupied. irene raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out your next move.

“stand up, silly.” 

“such a demanding lady,” she said standing up without a second thought. you admired her from head to waist. hair disheveled, lips swollen, tits peeking from just behind her open shirt. your attention set on the gun loosely hanging from irene’s waistband. she noticed, pulling it out to inspect for both of you to see. 

“nice isn’t it?” the gun was fitting for a person like her. black chrome finish with a golden “I” engraved on the barrel. 

“very,” your hands found their way to the button, and with a swift motion, it was undone. “is it new?”

“eh, somewhat. old one kept stovepiping on me, dangerous for missing a shot. that is if i ever missed a shot, you know?” her and that stupid fucking smirk. she twirled the gun in her hand, the movement fluid and practiced. “custom job, personalized. just like me.” she held the gun out, offering it to you. “wanna try it?”

the weight of the weapon in her hand, the casual way she displayed it, you questioned yourself. maybe, she wasn’t there to kill you or was she trying to throw you off?

“what’s the ‘I’ for?” you asked, ignoring her offer and keeping your eyes locked on the gun. 

“irene, of course. it’s like a signature.” zipper undone now. a yank revealed the tight, black briefs encasing her cock. big. not surprising from her ego. your hand could even pull at the waistband. “uh, uh, uh.” irene stopped you. “open your pretty mouth.” 

you stammered, “what?”

“open,” she demanded, “i won’t ask a third time.”

you felt something. scared? oh, no. this was different. thrill, desire, hunger almost. the turn of irene’s demeanor was intoxicating. the power she exuded, the blatant commanding, stirred something within you and you loved it. keeping eye contact, your mouth slowly fell open. usually, it was you behind the gun, pulling the trigger. now, you were in front of it, on your knees, on your couch, in your own penthouse, in front of your rival. the question that still remained, would she pull the trigger?

two of her fingers pulled at your tongue, she placed the cold steel in your mouth. the metallic taste seeping through your tastebuds, she eased it into your mouth. 

“now, suck.” 

the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth was a stark contrast to the heat that pulsed between your legs. the texture was strange and unfamiliar. her fingers moved, guiding the gun, controlling the rhythm, the depth. she watched you, her eyes dark and intense. 

“good girl,” she murmured, voice laced with dark amusement. “just like that.” 

she increased her pace, her hand moving faster, pushing the gun deeper into your throat. you gagged slightly, but she held you firm. she was having such a good time watching as the saliva-covered firearm entered in and out of the hole, watching every flicker of emotion, every shudder. 

clearly not entertained enough, she left the barrel in your throat, watching as you gagged, struggled, clawed at the couch cushion. your eyes watered and your breath hitched in ragged gasps. 

“such a pretty struggle,” voice still dark, “almost pathetic.” she leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “but don’t worry,” she whispered, “i won’t let you struggle any longer. at least, not like this.” 

she paused, letting the tension build. letting you writhe in discomfort. then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she pulled the gun out, a thin strand of saliva connected the barrel to your lips. 

“there,” she moved back to her stance over you, “better?” 

your throat almost raw, you couldn’t speak, only managing to nod. 

“good,” her eyes scanned your face, “because i’m not finished yet.” she reached over, placing the gun next to your phone. . 

the absence of the steel in your mouth did little to ease the tension that still crackled between you, irene could solve that in a second. her hand snaked around the back of your neck, pulling your head forward, straight in her bulge. controlling every which way your head moved, she was just teasing you. clothed cock rubbing all over your face, you were getting desperate. desperate to have irene’s cock down your throat, choking you, making you take it.     

the friction, even through the fabric, made you pool beneath yourself. her scent filled your sense, making your mouth water. you wanted more, you needed more. 

“patience.” she said lowly. 

“i can’t wait anymore,” your hands came up from the couch, hooking into the briefs. “i need it.” you tugged, desperate to feel the heat of her skin against her lips. 

“greedy.” helping you, she dragged the briefs to the floor. “now take what you want.” 

the sight of her, so exposed, so sexy, so big. her bronze cock, hard and pulsing, right in front of your face. you felt your mouth water at the sight of the precum oozing from the tip.  without a second thought, you lapped it up, your tongue swirling around the head of her cock, teasing the sensitive skin with soft flicks. 

“fuck,” curses spilled from irene’s mouth. 

you continued to tease her, your tongue dancing around the head of her cock, tracing the ridge of the glans, and dipping into the slit. the girl threw her head back from the sensation, moaning so softly. 

you took your time, savoring the taste of her precum, and the feel of her cock against your tongue. you licked and teased patterns, making her squirm with pleasure. tongue dipping down to the base, tracing the vein that ran along the underside. irene’s hands were clenched into fists, trying her hardest to enjoy the teasing and resist ramming herself down your throat. you noticed the tension building in her body, eyes shut tight, the muscles in her thighs, stomach tightening, and her nipples hardening into stiff peaks. 

there was no urgency from you. you had a feeling she would eventually give in and use you as she pleased. her lids fluttered open, eyes locking with yours. you could see the desperation peaking, and then, in a flash of movement, irene’s control snapped. she reached down, her hands grasped your head, pulling you forward. you felt a rush of excitement as her cock thrusted deep into your mouth.

the rhythm of her hips was fast and erratic. your mouth was stretched wide, your tongue extended, as you tried to accommodate her length. her hands now clenched in your hair, holding you in place, as she fucked your mouth with abandon. her hips moved faster, cock pulsating with need. 

“god, y/n,” she said with a sharp gasp. “your mouth is like heaven.” tears fell from your eyes as she roughly lost herself within you. the intensity was exhilarating, but she knew she had to stop. she couldn’t just cum down your throat and be finished, that would defeat her entire purpose of being there. she gave one last thrust before pulling out of your mouth, cock covered with your saliva. your lips were swollen, eyes just a smidge puffy from your tears, breath ragged, and you looked damned good to irene. 

“pretty girl,” she said, pulling a smile out of you. “you know i’m not finished with you.” 

“i wouldn’t dare to think you were. besides,”  you reached between your thighs, displaying the wetness on your fingers. “you still have a little problem to take care of.”

she leaned closer, “and how do you propose we solve this problem, baby?”

you shifted off your knees onto your ass, spreading your legs, signaling for the girl to make her move. she recognized the unspoken plea, the complete surrender in your gesture. 

a low growl rumbled in her throat as she moved in closer, her gaze fixed on your glistening folds. she knelt between your legs, thighs brushing against yours. she placed kisses all over your neck, giving occasional nibbles. your hand navigated between the two of you to stroke her cock. the friction of your hand sent tremors through her. 

you angled her, pressing the head of her cock firmly against your entrance, pulling a soft moan from your throat. the slick acted as lubricant to ease the way. her lips finally found their way to yours, her teeth taking a chance to bite your bottom lip. 

she pulled back slightly, “do i need to do it myself?” she was getting impatient, you could hear it in her tone. you were tempted to test her, so you gave no response, just staring into her eyes. steadily teasing your hole with the firm pressure of her tip, a flicker of annoyance crossed irene’s face. 

“silence is a risky game.” her eyes were dark and intense. she had no intentions of toying around with you anymore. “if you won’t say anything,” she swatted your hand away, “then i’ll just do it myself.” 

she pushed forward, the head of her shaft sliding inside you. you gasped as the unfamiliar fullness began to fill you. your hands found their way up irene’s back. the warmth of her skin, the taut muscles beneath your fingertips, a strange sense of grounding. as she pushed deeper, the fullness inside you intensified, stretching you to your limits. 

“fuck..”

her hips moved slowly, giving you a chance to acclimate once she was fully inside. the girl’s face contorted into relief, finally relieving the ache that was torturing her. she remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside you. then, with a paced rocking of her hips, she fucked you. starting slow, a gentle push and pull to adjust to the rhythm. 

you pulled her closer with need, want. tracing from her jawline to her with your tongue, nipping at her ear. it was the perfect opportunity for irene to get what she wanted, to make you hers. her cock slammed at your hole like there was no tomorrow, each thrust eliciting a moan from you and she loved it. 

“rene, please..” a hmm emerged from her lips, too lost in your walls to respond properly. “rene..” you repeated, voice full of desperation. your hands clawed at her back, surely marking up her skin. she pulled you closer, trying to keep herself inside you. she increased the tempo, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper, faster. the room filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths, her low groans, the wet slapping of skin against skin. 

“you feel so fucking good,” you clenched at her words, “my good fucking girl.” you were on edge. she was on edge. 

“inside me,” you begged, “cum inside me, please.” 

irene continued, only now her hips were frantic. your words sparked her drive. a few curses spilled from her mouth alongside yours. “i’m gonna cum, baby,” with a final thrust, she buried herself deep inside of you, her body tensing as she unleashed her orgasm. a raw, guttural groan ripped through her throat, a sound of pure pleasure. she shuddered, her cock pulsing a thick, warm load inside you. 

the sensation of her coming inside you was overwhelming, a wave that spread through your core, triggering your own release. you cried out, your body convulsing, your muscles clenching around her, milking her for every last drop.

you clung to each other, breaths still ragged. her face was buried in your neck, yours rested opposite of hers. irene groaned, her body just as weak as yours. for a long moment, neither of you moved, just savoring the feeling of each other, until you broke the silence. 

“so, why are you really here?” 

irene rolled her eyes, “is this your way of aftercare? if so we won’t be doing this again!”

you let out a small chuckle, “no, but i thought you were here to kill me.” the girl lifted her head to face. 

“i told you already if i wanted to do kill you, i would’ve done it already. plus, i have no reason to kill you.”

“no contract?”

“no, y/n,” she brought her hand to caress your face, “no contract. i promise.”

“now, we’re making promises? are we a couple or something?”

“i mean..” she said with a quick shoulder shrug. you had a feeling she wasn’t kidding, but before you could even say anything, your phone buzzed beside the both of you. 

“oh, can you hand my phone?” irene followed through with the request, but not before holding the device in the air, out of your reach. 

“kiss me for it!”

“what a cheesy lady you are.” you said before pecking her on the lips. she brought the phone to your face. 

“for you, my lady.”

“thank you, my lady.” you smiled. 

you turned your attention away from irene to your phone, turning the screen on with the power button. there was a message with a few attachments. 

sleeping with the enemy? that’s a new low for you, y/n.

YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME # 47. i love u

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Collei being the most normal one here seems about right

Can you peel an orange for me? 🍊

synopsis: would your friend/lover peel an orange for you? Or pull some other stunts? Stay tuned and find out!!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 everyone (+ dottore/pantalone/capitano) except the kids & aloy

♡ mainly fluff, some characters may be OOC! can be seen as romantic/platonic!

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author's note: kms, bro what was I writing. you may notice some are longer and some are shorter, I just want to defend that NO favouritism was played in this and it was purely on what ideas I had ON THE SPOT!!! Say thank you to my wife (for dottore), and thank you to @/mixed kester, @/harmonysanreads, @/pranabefall and @/jessamine-rose for the idea for xianyun, thank you to @/naraven for kinich. I love them all and I'm not worthy to be in their presence 😔💜

Background: チャイ @ alphacoders

Raiden: Slashes the orange with her katana, accidentally cutting through the floor, you had to call a carpenter that day.

Kaveh: puts away his paper and pens, and is quite enthusiastic about peeling the orange because he likes the feeling of you depending on him even for menial tasks.

Alhaitham: would NOT be willing to put down the book in his hands, would NOT peel, questions your physical abilities and intellect.

Tighnari: Stops writing notes on his little poisonous plants and gives you the side eye but still peels and tries to ask if anything is wrong.

Cyno: deadpanned look, no emotion presented. But he takes the orange and starts peeling it, and makes jokes at the same time, and you're not one to miss out laughing in glee just to see his expression brighten up.

Zhongli: He widens his eyes a bit, this is the first time anyone has asked him to peel an orange. He was one of the strongest archons after all, who would dare to delegate or ask him of such a menial task? With inquiring eyes, he takes off his gloves to take the orange and would smile while peeling it, hands you back the orange, and proceeds to ask, “Is anything up, my dear?”

Childe: Eager, like a puppy. “Why of course comrade!!” Enthusiastically peels for you and feeds you as well, definitely does, “Here comes the airplane! Aaaaaaaa.” And you just stared at him.

Neuvillette: He would be confused but he has the spirit and would try to peel the orange for you! Has never peeled an orange before and it ends up looking messy and he gets embarrassed and starts practicing peeling oranges just in case…

Wriothesley: Confusion turns to amusement because he knows something is definitely up, but peels the orange for you anyway, ruffles up your hair and tries to interrogate you playfully.

Ayato: Tries to peel, fails miserably, orange looks mangled, he throws it away and orders Thoma to bring in freshly peeled ones. At least you tried, Ayato.

Ayaka: Like Ayato, has NO experience whatsoever, but at least she peeled better than his sorry ass. Blushes and feels cute afterwards though doing such a domestic(??) activity.

Thoma: More than happy to assist you! He peels the orange and even arranges it into a flower on a plate so it looks all pretty. You felt burdened to eat the pretty orange display, but facing his eager sparkling eyes, you quickly chomp everything down.

Pantalone: No. Time is money. And capitalism conquers all. Calls in a fatui agent to bring freshly peeled expensive oranges.

Dottore: He takes the orange and you widen your eyes in disbelief, has your efforts finally reformed him?? Has he changed? Has someone possess- BOOM! No, he tried using one of his tools to peel the orange, and the juice accidentally got into it and it exploded. Now you and Dottore are covered in black soot and your hair is sticking out all over the place! At least for the first time, both of you are wearing couple matching outfits <3

Capitano: You decided to disturb him during his sparring session with his soldiers, but he didn't mind. Abiding by your simple request and silently takes the orange from you to peel it oh so gently, before placing the nicely peeled orange in your palms.

Scaramouche/Wanderer: Denial is a river in Egypt, gives you the stink eye, you stare at him longer, he sighs and gives in. He holds out his hand and looks away, all flustered. Hands you back some shitty peeled oranges. He tried his best, you like it and you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward.

Kazuha: ✨ Why of course, my muse ✨ peels the orange and even offers to feed you, proceeds to write a poem on him feeding you oranges, reads it aloud and you start to feel regret for your actions.

Dainsleif: he's confused, why are YOU asking him to peel an orange for you? Are you having some kind of pain that's hindering you from peeling an orange? He peels it anyway, not before checking the condition of your hand mobility.

Diluc: He was busy doing paperwork, but he nods, takes off his glasses, gestures for you to come closer, takes the orange from you, peels it and passes it back to you. You lounge in his office after that, peeling oranges for you to feed him.

Kaeya: “Why, if you want my attention, just say so!* ✨ peels the orange gracefully that you suspect he was a swan with how much elegance he was giving off doing such an activity. He proceeds to have you sit down on his lap and hand feeds you afterwards.

Itto: AH↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA↗️HA↘️HA!Asking him? The bevelont oh so amazing Arataki ITTO! Glad to be of service. Peels the orange a bit too enthusiastically, the orange peels flies everywhere, eats HALF of your orange TOO dawg 😭😭

Xianyun: peels it once and she builds a machine afterwards, named the orange peelinator to help you peel for your future oranges.

Lyney: takes your orange, peels it, only to play party tricks with the orange by making it disappear, or teasing you with it like a Turkish vendor selling ice cream. Safe to say, you lunged at him like a rabid dog.

Lynette: Was snacking on something, turns to look at you and quickly takes the orange to peel it and hand it back to you so she can resume eating.

Freminet: looks honoured to peel an orange for you 😭 carefully and delicately peels it and even takes a slice to try to feed his penguin, Pers.

Baizhu: *cough* *cough* Changsha gives you the death stare. Asking a feeble doctor to peel an orange for you? Don't you have hands? Baizhu quickly pats her head down to shut her down, wipes his hands and takes the orange from you to peel it. You felt guilty afterwards and appeared later in the afternoon with a plate of sliced fruits good for his health.

Albedo: He peeled the orange in the midst of conducting an experiment and your peeled orange got cross contamination so you sadly turned into a mint green plant for the rest of the day. Albedo put you in a little pot and watered you. Thankfully you turned back.

Arlecchino: She's a father and has masterful orange peeling skills, you blink and suddenly the oranges are all peeled and sliced in your hands.

Chasca: Gives up and proceeds to blast the orange into pieces with her gun without a second thought, only to realise what she has done, apologises, and takes you to a fruit vendor, bargains and you end up with a basket of oranges at a cheap price.

Chiori: Huh?? Peel oranges for you??? Don't you have hands… Fine, give it here. Peels it nicely and gives it back.

Citali: No, she's too busy indulging in her light novels. YOU'LL have to feed her instead lest she goes hungry from binge-reading. You also found out beer and oranges were an interesting taste combo.

Clorinde: With a serious expression, she peels it seriously and hands the peeled orange to you with a serious… proud look. You praised her and you could see a sparkle lit up in her eye. She now takes the fruits in your hands to peel them for you even if you don't ask for it.

Dehya: Laughs boisterously and peels it for you, takes some for herself and feeds you them as well. Note mentally to buy oranges for you to eat in the future.

Emilie: Peels the orange with a gentle smile, you got it back but your oranges taste… somewhat alcoholic somehow… like she was handling her perfumes…

Eula: She crosses her arms and hmphs at first, wondering why you couldn't accomplish a simple task, but the moment she saw a downtrodden look on your face. She immediately becomes flustered, takes the orange and hurriedly peels it, feeds and failingly coaxes you. She always peels your fruits afterwards without question now.

Furina: Reluctant to do it, but she couldn't reject you straight up so she puts up a whole AHHH acting performance on why she doesn't feel like peeling an orange, only to give in and peel it when you bribed to take her out to that latest cafe.

Ganyu: She's sleep-deprived and overworked and you still make her peel an orange? What a monster! Jokes aside, she's more than happy to peel an orange for you sleepingly, even munches on it afterwards, only to realise it, abruptly woke up with an expression of horror and apologies to you for stealing your orange. You reassured her it was totally fine and dandy but still had to wrestle with her later on to let YOU peel the oranges.

Hu Tao: “Oya?” A blink of confusion but she cheerfully peels it, not minding one bit whatsoever! Steals a slice later when you're not looking and jokingly tries to feed her little ghost.

Jean: Overworked no.2 but she's used to Klee’s antics and requests so honestly, peeling an orange was no trouble to her at all and it gave her a little break from work.

Keqing: Overworked no.3, she gives you a silent stare but doesn't say anything and simply peels it. “I want golden shrimp balls after work.” She requests. You giggled, “Alright, love.”

Kinich: About to have a romantic moment with him only to have Ajaw ruining the moment going, “YOU DARE ASK THE CARETAKER OF THE ALMIGHTY DRAGON LORD PEEL AN ORANGE FOR YOU? SCRAM, YOU PEASANT!” Needless to say, Ajaw was locked away for 3 days.

Kokomi: Overworked no.4, buried under papers, her only solace could honestly have been you coming over to ask her to peel an orange. She simply lounges on you afterwards like a fish after peeling the orange, falling asleep in your lap.

Mavuika: Smiles brightly and peels the orange, reminiscing and talks to you about her family and friends from the past, saying how peeling the orange made her remember how everyone used to come to her for help with menial and small tasks. You simply kept quiet and watched her joyfully.

Mona: Mona, the great Megistus, has simply no time to peel an orange for yo- What? You're offering mora? Why, consider it done! Peels the orange with little hydro tricks. I don't think that's how you're supposed to use your gifted powers for, Mona…

Mualani: Yahoo! Let's eat oranges together, she says. Well, that was what she declared at first. Peels it for you and feeds you a slice, her eyes sparkle and she asks you where you got such a wonderful tasty orange from! You name the Vendor and she immediately rushes over to buy out their whole stock to share it with the rest of the clan. Well, it looks like you secured the bright future of a vendor.

Navia: Plans a whole orange themed tea party with her friends instead. Sipping orange juice in a teacup, eating orange flavoured and coloured desserts, on the orange patterned napkin, under the orange patterned umbrella… “I HAD ENOUGH OF ORANGES!” Furina flips out.

Nilou: You brought oranges during her dance practice, and she was more than happy to peel an orange for you and feed you. She was even happier to see you there, to be honest. Shares the oranges with her colleagues.

Shenhe: Stabs it with a spear and hands you a pierced orange. Well, the spirit is there, the effort is there. It's good enough, you silently thought as you took the orange with a big hole in it.

Venti: “Oh?~ What's this? Some sort of test?” Oh wow, he's sharp. With nothing to hide, you nodded. He laughs and peels an orange for you and feeds you and himself. He proceeds to send a strong gust of wind to an orange tree later in order to knock off all the oranges and eat with you later.

Mika: “Hm? Oh!” Doesn't get it because why are you handing an orange to him?? But you asked if he can peel the orange for you. Gets the job done really fast. No questions asked because it's just easier to not rack his brain to know what or why you did. Peels the orange swiftly, and gives it back to you.

Xiao: Even coaxing with almond tofu didn't work! Only when he saw you sulking, he furrowed his eyebrows, snatches the orange, quickly peels it and hands it back to you. He relaxed once he sees your expression fade into one of glee and satisfaction. “Hmph.”

Xilonen: No 😔 She's busy snoozing away up in her little tree and nothing could wake her or pull her away from her peaceful nap. You signed defeatingly and just rested at the foot of her tree, the orange left forgotten, some bird later snatched it while you were asleep. Screw you, bird.

Yae Miko: Yea no, tough luck. She asks a priest maiden to peel it for you instead, and hands you the orange with a smug expression like she peeled it herself.

Yelan: With how elusive her work was, it was tough to find her during the day, and you could only give up your pursuit. You woke up from a nap later in your shared home, and on the table were some peeled oranges. It seemed like she heard from others you were wandering around looking for her with an orange in your hand.

Yoimiya: Mistaken your intention when you handed the orange without IMMEDIATELY (that was your first mistake) stating your purpose and proceeded to STICK the orange in a firework and launch it into the air. 😭 You weep for your orange but no worries, she apologised and gave you a brand new one!

Bennett: Somehow he tripped and fell while peeling the orange and it landed in a ditch. You tried to give him another orange but when he peeled it, there was suddenly mold in the orange! You gave him another orange and suddenly, a boar knocked into him, chopping the orange out from his hand and scampering away on its four little feet. Well, you fed an embarrassed Bennett a sliced orange, it's alright really. He did and tried his best and that was all it mattered.

Razor: He ate your whole orange in one bite. 👍

Lisa: Honestly, she didn't do it and only took you out to have lunch with her. She didn't wanna get her gloves dirty 😔 She fed you later with a slice of cake and batted her pretty eyes at you so it's all forgiven.

Gaming: “Oh hell yeah!! Let's make orange flavoured char siu!!” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!” You screamed in horror.

Amber: Uses your orange as a target practice 😭 Your orange perfectly split into pieces when she shot a bullseye so… all’s well that ends well…?

Barbara: Smiles brightly and peels diligently, passing you a normally peeled orange, seeing the bright smile on your face brought a feeling of happiness in her.

Ningguang: Gets a servant to peel it for you instead. And then decides to buy better oranges later on because the orange you got her honestly…doesn't taste that good.. but she won't tell you that.

Beidou: Peels it only to dip the orange into beer and you have a pained expression on your face. Which thought in your brain thought it was a good idea to hand her an orange while she was drinking??

Lianyu: She doesn't get it at first till you ask her to peel an orange for you. Is this some custom or tradition she doesn't know? Nevertheless, she does it and hands you a nice peeled orange, the slices forming a flower.

Candace: Puts down her shield to peel the orange for you, and gives you a nicely peeled orange! Though she asked if you had any more oranges so she could peel them and hand them out to some of the elderly and kids. You felt a bit jealous but kept it to yourself as you nodded. Her expression was bright as she smiled gently, letting out a small chuckle, “Don't worry dear, I'll cook you a meal just for you later.”

Charlotte: No time to peel! She's busy catching headlines and you have trouble catching up with her. She's always in one place and another. You almost caught up to her in the wild, only for her to get jumpscares by you and freeze your orange with her camera shutter and it fell to the ground. You look at it with frustrated tears in the corner of your eyes and suddenly wail, sending Charlotte into panic as she hurriedly picks up the orange, peels it and tries to feed you while reassuring and apologising to you. “Oh, stop crying! Here, here, I peeled the orange for you!”

Chevresue: Thankfully, Chevresue is a certified food connossieur and doesn't try to shoot your orange with a gun.. (*cough* Chasca *cough*) and peels it like a normal person, taking a few slices to munch on for herself.

Chongyun: A GHOST KEEPS STEALING THE ORANGES BEFORE YOU COULD GIVE IT TO HIM. 😭😭 Do they hold some grudges against Chongyun peeling oranges for you?! In fact, one ghost does. It's just your bad luck you caught the attention of some thief-stealing ghost. Don't worry though, you complained to Chongyun and with the biggest determined expression you've ever seen, he hunted down that ghost (somehow?? Did someone help him?) with gusto and found your hidden oranges! Looks like his yin-yang composition is useful after all!

Xiangling: Takes your orange and whips up a dish for you, and suddenly you're sitting in front of Wangmin restaurant sitting across from Xiangling and several plates of food on the table, including your orange.

Collei: “Peel an orange? Okay!” She takes the oranges to peel it for you and hands it back and gets back to her business.

Faruzan: Blah blah blah, respect your elders! Or something along the line… Her endless nagging ended up with you peeling the oranges instead for her…

Fischl: *long text* “I believe my lady is more than delighted to peel an orange for you.” 🐦‍⬛Thank you, Oz. And you hand her the orange and she peels it elegantly too and arranges it to look like Oz, somewhat.

Gorou: Eagerly ontake the orange peeling duty! He finds it fun and stress-relieving and you guys slowly walk along the beach with multiple peeled oranges in your hands and another orange in his hands getting peeled.

Heizou: He figured out the orange peel theory before you could even open your mouth, laughing as he takes the orange from you to peel it, feeding you a slice and walks away before turning his head to wink at you with an orange slice between his teeth.

Kirara: It's a lucky thing her hands aren't paws or it would have been an awkward moment. But like Charlotte, she's constantly on the run for her deliveries, so you can only wait for her to finish her work to ask her to peel an orange. You sit on the stairs, watching the sunset. Suddenly you hear a mrah, and you turn to see Kirara plopping down to sit next to you, her smile glistening under the sun, “Delivery is all done! One of my customers gave me an orange! Want it?” You look at the orange in her hands, quickly hiding your orange and grinning, “Yea! Can you peel it for me?” “Sure!”

Xingqiu: He gives you a 🙂 and takes the challenge to peel an orange for you. He struggles at first, wondering how to even peel the skin off when it’s so thick. In the end, you had to assist him and teach him how to peel the orange. By the end of it, it's you with an exhausted expression and him with a bright, fulfillingly one as he holds the peeled orange in both of his hands like it's some relic, looking at it with a hint of proudness and joy.

Kuki: Used and tired of Itto's unpredictable behaviour and tactics, without a second glance, she peels the orange at the speed of light before handing it to you. Of course, not before taking a slice of herself, allowing you to see the rare occurrence of her taking off her mask to consume the orange. You stare at her blankly, thankful that your ears were hidden behind your hair as you were sure they were bright red.

Layla: She's too tired and incoherent to peel it for you in the morning, so you have to wait at night and have her other persona energetically peel it for you, and then proceed to conduct a thorough research and history of oranges even though agricultural isn't exactly what she's studying…

Noelle: There's two ways this can do, she peels the oranges like a normal person, or uses her Claymore to perform some archon-defying action and thinly slices the orange into pieces with her blunt blade. And guess which way it went? That's right!! The second way!! She wanted to impress and show off to you, and now you're left in disbelief. 😪

Rosaria: Peel an orange? Can't you peel it yourself? You have two functioning hands. Needless to say, she doesn't peel the orange for you because she thinks you're fully capable of doing it yourself, RIP.

Ororon: Boy is so happy to peel oranges for you, he even steals the seeds of the oranges so he can plant them in his backyard and grow oranges for you to eat like his other vegetables. Looks like you have a farmer boyfriend for life.

Kujou Sara: Gives you that stern look and she almost scares you till too remember it's her default expression. She's just wondering why you turned up at your workplace with an orange in your hands. You asked if she could peel an orange for you, and she gives you a strange look and signals the guards to look away before taking the orange and slowly peeling it, her eyebrows furrowing. She struggles a bit but manages to give you back a successful peeled orange!

Sethos: Raises an eyebrow at your request and stares at you while peeling it waiting for you to tell him your intentions. Pressured under his stare, you spilled it out and he looks at you with an expression of disbelief, sighs and gives you the orange all peeled. “There you go, come to me if you want any other fruits peeled for my proof of love for you.”

Sucrose: Disappears with your orange and appears magically with now modified orange that's more sweet and less sour. You silently peel it yourself to eat it because really, she did allat… You couldn't let her peel it. You also fed her the orange and her ears fluttered(?) a bit up and down, as she cupped her cheeks happily.

Xinyan: “Peeling an orange? Sure!” No questions asked person and peels an orange for you, albeit a little unneat but it's the thought that counts! You happily eat the orange.

Yanfei: You scared her while she was reading a client's case and she shot a flame beam at your orange, disintegrating it. You look at the ashes in your hands and you look up to see her guilty expression. “It's my fault, don’t worry about it.” It really is on you for deciding to walk up to her from behind quietly. “Sorry, I'll buy you a whole crate of oranges on the way home.” You laugh, “Alright, I'll accept your offer. Just peel some oranges for me, okay?” Yanfei nodded, albeit confused at such a request but you didn't elaborate.

Yun Jin: You waited patiently for Yun Jin to finish her opera performance, swinging your legs, you hummed along with Yun Jin’s performance. You finally near the applause from the audience and you excitedly hop off your chair. Yun Jin enters backstage, a smile appearing on her face as she spots you. She walks over to you, “Thanks for waiting for me!” You were about to assure her it was no trouble at all, before you remembered the orange. “Yun Jin!” You call her name. She tilts her name in response. You hold up the orange in your hand, “Peel an orange for me please?” She blinks and nods, “Okay.” She takes the orange in your hands and peels it delicately. “Here you go. Isn't my proof of love delicious?” She laughs softly, the sunlight embracing her softly.

Indeed, isn't the taste of love delicious?

Never writing for almost everyone ever again, this almost took me out.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!! Going into 2025 with the same woman I fell in love with in 2023 <3

God if you hear me plsplspls let Shalom and Zero come home I beggeth you 😭🙏

I keep looking at the Star rail nyas. And always have this responds in my mind

You ask how Kafka can get someone pregnant, but here's my answer.

Kafka, no matter your gender and no matter Kafka's gender, will always get YOU pregnant. I don't make the rules, I just state truths

Girlboss Kafka

I think it is funnier if it happens to male readers or readers who biologically can't get pregnant.

Kitty hsr

Reader is a male cat, masculine is described to reader (as cat), pregnancy mentioned

A/N : I DO NOT DO MALE READER REQUEST as i am a cis!female and i think that isn't my place to do so. This is the only exception for comedic purpose.

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So female cats yes? Okay a female cat and there is a risk of pregnancy, right? Well, that's not a problem because the Astral Express cat is a tomcat!

Such a chubby cheeks!Round jowls a sign of virile and alpha tomcat. The cheeks were made to protect face when fighting,oh, such a masculine trait in a cat.

Then BOOM, kittens in the house.

The crew was confused how the hell kittens managed to get in. Did you steal them? Are the kitten yours? Since when did you get out?

The surprise in their face when seeing a female stray cat, hanging out around their studio house, Kafkat, one of the infamous Stellaron Stray gang.

Welt managed to catch the Kafkat and see no sign of pregnancy on her, yet the fur of the kittens are awfully similar to hers.

Vet visit and the vet confirmed the kittens are yours!

"BUT HOW??"-March

Anyway, Astral Express got these cute kittens to take care of~

They grow up to be a menace

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Guess someone will have a sibling soon!

Me typing in the kafka x reader tag every few minutes like how you would open a fridge hoping food just magically appears:

silly low quality meme to describe my mental state rn

Dont skip🔴

I am Falestine, Jad Al-Haq, I am 36 years old, married, and I have a three-month-old child named Youssef. I gave birth to him during the war during very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital immediately after giving birth to the tent in which we were staying after we were displaced to it after the Israeli bulldozers completely bulldozed my house.  Kamel has become featureless, and my suffering did not start from here. Rather, it began since the beginning of the war, and I am still suffering. I cannot provide enough milk for my baby or diapers. Even medicines and vitamins are not available.

I ask you for your urgent help in disseminating the link to my family and communicating it to people interested and able to help us.  I didn't want to do it, but the tragic situation we are living in is what pushed me to do it.  I feel sad and helpless, after we had everything, we are now homeless on the streets, living in a tent next to a dilapidated public toilet and there is sewage, dirt and waste everywhere, we sleep on it!  We suffer from terrible heat, insects, scorpions, the danger of death, bombs and missiles, in addition to hunger of course, the danger of pollution and terrible diseases, especially the digestive, respiratory and reproductive systems!

.  My father and mother could not bear it any longer. My father had a stroke after losing his home and his place of work, and my mother suffers from chronic diseases and needs treatment.

  Do you have the right to imagine that when you spend your life building for yourself and your children to live a decent life, all of this disappears in the blink of an eye, and now when you reach the age where you should rest, you are forced to start again!!?  But the most important thing now is to try to survive and protect your children from all the factors of death that surround us!  I ask everyone who has humanity or conscience to feel our situation and put themselves in our place.  How can someone who has lived with dignity all his life accept this?  We are slowly dying every day.

Your donation, no matter how small, can have a big impact.  It can provide a meal for my little one, a clean bottle of water, or a moment of safety under these difficult circumstances.  Every donation brings with it a ray of hope, alleviating our suffering and giving us the strength to face a new day.

I ask you to donate and support the steadfastness of the Gazan people, and share this campaign with your friends and families.  Together, we can make a difference and help my family get through this ordeal.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity and support.

Warm greetings,

Falestine

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Someone liked my fic sm they reblogged eueueueueue 😭😭

Guys i might be a hater or a desperate lesbian but I’m so tired of seeing either male Kafka or Kafka with a mreader 😞😞 like where r the fics where shes strapping me down making me see stars

Sometimes i find myself missing, the scent of you all.

Need more Kafhime x fem!reader content ngl

As someone who has really bad nightmares, imagine Yae Miko as your girlfriend who spoons you from behind and wakes up to the sound of you whimpering. Her ear twitches the moment she hears you cry, and the kitsune —despite being so tired— instinctively curls her fluffy tails around you and pulls you closer to her body.

She acts as a big, fluffy shield for you as you weep before pressing your face against her chest so you could hear the throaty purrs of her trying to comfort you. Though no words are spoken, the usually sassy and mischievous kitsune wants her sweet bunny to be safe, even if she has no idea what goes on in that sweet little head of yours…

I would recommend to boycott Amazon since it's supports Zionism that's commits genocide against Palestinians.

I apologize! I will probably purchase the plushies off another seller like eBay or Etsy then. I don’t see either of those companies on the boycott lists, so I hope they’re safe.

Side Note: I had to recheck the lists and sure enough, Amazon is on the boycott list, but they are under the “pressure targets” category, which means that Amazon is one of those huge companies that are impossible to boycott (like Google for example) because they own a lot of other companies/brands which make it very difficult for people to successfully boycott them.

It is instead recommended to pressure these companies by calling them out on their blatant Zionism. Because boycotting itself won’t work on such huge corporate companies like Amazon or Google, it is better to give them negative publicity for their actions and “pressure” them until they stop funding Israel.

Anyways, I don’t normally talk about politics on my blogs, but do try your best to boycott and support Palestine if you can! Here is the official list of companies to avoid if you are curious (pressure targets don’t need to be completely boycotted, they need negative publicity for their actions until they stop funding genocide):

Henlo :>

Henlo :>

[ a day in the sun ― albedo & kafka ] "happy birthday, my love. may the sun shine in the sky only for you on this day - shall we take a walk?"cw. gn!reader, fluff, modern!au, established relationships, reader wears dresses, petnames (dear, baby), just some sickly sweet fluff overall, ooc kafka

aquamarine's findings. happy birthday to my dearest little dove, @heiayen !! i hope this day proves to be fruitful and kind to you. you deserve the world !! ♡

with the sun shining bright in a seemingly endless blue sky and spring in full bloom, ALBEDO had plenty of ideas for this special day - it was just his hardest decision deciding which one to go with or even more so, creating an itinerary just for you. unfortunately for him the moment klee had found it your birthday was approaching, she begged him to let her in on the plans. you truly are adored by that small girl.

your toes sink into fine grains of sand, warm beneath your steps with two blondes at your side. one is bouncing, her small hand grasping yours as she tries to tug you along the length of the beach. in her spare hand is a melting ice lolly you wish she would pay a few seconds more attention to now that it's starting to drip down her hand.

the other blond somehow can't contain the small smile on his face as he watches the pair of you, the way you're laughing and yet still sending worried glances at klee's ice lolly. he can imagine the sticky mess that she's going to create the moment she reaches for something - or someone - with that hand later.

"klee, give them a break or you'll hurt their arm," your lover tries to reason with the excited child who - at the prospect of hurting you - quickly lets go of your hand to run ahead, squealing as she kicks up sand, "are you okay, dear? she can be overwhelming."

"how often do you bring her to the beach? she acts like she's never seen it in her life." you find yourself musing as the young girl crouches down to inspect something. your curiosity peeks, wandering to crouch with her as you tilt your head. albedo watches the pair of you in intrigue, the way you are both tilting your heads like confused puppies.

albedo refrains from attempting to defend his little sister's overexcited actions and instead peers to see what has got the two of you in awe. a pile of neatly collected seashells in an array of shapes and colours, embedded into the sand. klee gasps, a chubby finger pointed at a particular pastel purple seashell and you also let out an excited noise - albeit a little quiet.

his blue eyes soften, that small smile from earlier widening on his face as mid-length blond locks tickle his eyelashes, the sea breeze drifting through them and creating an even more messy appearance. no matter how long he's been dating you, he can't seem to stop admiring you. his eyes dance over how the breeze carries your hair and the pretty summer dress you decided to wear for today, how your jewellery compliments every aspect of your outfit... how did he get so lucky?

he almost chuckles at his thoughts, his cheeks warming considerably and he wonders if he could blame the weather should klee's keen eyes notice. the artist is undeniably in love with you, after all you're the source material of a lot of his works now. he's familiar with your every crevice and detail, familiar with painting them delicately onto his canvas.

he wouldn't change that for the world when your sparkling eyes return to him, a happy smile on his face as you hold up a seashell to him, exclaiming excitedly as you fawn over something so simple and yet so treasurable.

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you knew very well how your girlfriend's job worked and whilst you never interfered, you wished sometimes that she could spare you a glimpse of time outside of what her boss' 'scripts' leave you with. that's not to say she was a bad partner - oh no. regardless of that slightly insufferable teasing attitude she has, the one she always brings to the table in a light-hearted manner, you knew KAFKA loved you. perhaps more than she's willing to convey with words.

kafka follows her scripts intricately, never missing a detail right up until the last second. these control her days, creating schedules upon schedules she's never faltered to argue against nor break the habit. yet she fails to tell you that in the days leading up to your birthday, she'd been very much planning to do just that.

"you look beautiful," she chimes when you enter the lounge, pausing in your steps when your eyes meet hers. she quirks a brow, amused by the way your eyes widen in surprise, "what is it, baby?"

you squint, hesitant to approach your girlfriend - what did she have in mind? what was going on? usually at this hour, the shared house you live in together was filled with the melodic sounds of kafka's classical music and in turn, her own violin. slowly, your confusion regarding the silence of the house settles in as to why your girlfriend was here and not in her study.

"did you forget your own birthday?" kafka raises to her feet, shaking her head as a light laugh escapes her lips, "oh dear, we can't be having that - definitely not today."

the woman saunters closer to you, slim hands drifting over the curves of your body in that sundress as she smiles coyly, eyes glinting in the reflection of the sun through the open window. there was never any telling what your girlfriend had planned, with the woman being exceptional at keeping her schemes concealed and hidden safely in her mind. oh, how you'd pay to be inside her mind for a mere day.

"of course i didn't," you pout, awkwardly avoiding her gaze as she presses her forehead to yours. her hands settle on your hips, a hum coming from her chest as she examines your behaviour, "you're not-"

"in my study?" she cuts you off, finishing off your thoughts as your eyes snap up to meet hers again. they're glittering, filled with mirth and amusement as her fingers tap at your hips, shaking her head before she presses a soft kiss to your lips. it's demanding despite how soft it is, her grip on your waist tightening if only for a few seconds.

when you pull away for a moment of air, kafka hums yet again and straightens up, taking hold of your hand in her gloved one. the feel of leather sends a shiver down your spine, contrasting to the cared-for hands beneath them. the ones you knew were very much soft, gentle, smooth - and they knew your body equally as much, every inch and fibre of your being.

"the sun's out and i intend to spend this day in it - with you so come on. we're going on a walk and later you can choose dinner. today, elio's scripts are off the table."

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Synopsis: How the Honkai Star Rail ladies react to an s/o that likes playing with their hands and getting headpats.

Pairings: Kafka x reader, Himeko x reader, Natasha x reader, Serval x reader

Warnings: None, SFW, not very consistent (some rambling and thoughts added in)

Author’s Note: As a person who likes/does both of these things, this is to indulge my desire for affection since yesterday was Valentines day 😔

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Kafka

Playing with her hands:

The first time you start playing with her hands, Kafka thought it was cute. Raising a brow, her gaze settles on how your hands grip hers— squeezing her palm and lacing your fingers with hers. Kafka doesn’t mind the closeness, such an intimate action simply makes her smile.

The time you were allowed to remove her gloves was a different experience than what you thought. Kafka’s hands are surprisingly unweathered by battle despite her fighting with a sword. Her hands are well taken care of. They’re calloused to some degree, but her hands are smooth.

After a while of this happening, she’s going to relentlessly tease you about it. Joking and making comments about how much you like her hands and occasionally pulling out innuendos just to see your face turn red as you still hold onto her.

Giving you headpats:

Kafka will only give you headpats when she wants to, and she had no issue making you beg for that sort of affection. However, she mostly does it anyway because she likes it as much as you do. The way you take her hand and put it on your head is endearing.

She’s definitely going to call you pet names too while she’s at it while she teases you. It’s just the perfect opportunity to get a reaction out of you, but it’s out of love.

Himeko

Playing with her hands:

Himeko is pleasantly surprised with this habit of yours though she won’t complain about it. She’s going to let you play with one of her hands as you sit together at a table, on the bed, hell even when the two of you are in the parlor. It’s an idle activity that lets the two of you be together while Himeko works or is drinking coffee. There’s always such a warm expression on her face whenever you two share these moments.

Despite tinkering with machinery and being the train’s navigator and engineer, Himeko’s hands are soft. Somehow she doesn’t have any calluses! The confusion on your face when you first felt her hands was amusing— you just couldn’t get over how she keeps them so well maintained despite what she does and works on. Also, her hands are in general really warm, so they’re the best for when it gets cold.

Giving you headpats:

Himeko does a few simple pats when you ask for headpats. After the first few times of you grabbing her hand and placing it on your head, Himeko can generally figure out when you want that sort of attention even if you don’t say anything yet. Somehow, Himeko just knows when you’re going to take her hand.

Natasha

Playing with her hands:

The poor doctor rarely catches a break, but on the rare occasions that Natasha is free to relax, it’s spent quietly with the two of you together cuddling while playing with her hands. Natasha finds having her hands with yours to be one of the most soothing things for her to fall asleep to.

Natasha’s hands are on the rougher side, and a little dry because she always has to wash her hands to keep the sanitized when she isn’t wearing gloves. Please, get this woman some hand cream, she’s going to be so thankful about getting it.

I also think she’ll kiss your hand after a while of you playing with her’s. She just wants to show you how much she loves you too.

Giving you headpats:

She’s only really ever doing it in private, not because she doesn’t want to, but rather because she’s often too busy, though she will try when you ask. Natasha would rather opt for quick kisses instead of just head pats, there’s just something more intimate about the other instead.

Natasha pairs the headpats with a kiss on your temple when she’s done. She finds it adorable that you like being physically affectionate in this way, so she does try and make a little more time to spoil you with headpats when she can.

Serval

Playing with her hands:

This girlie plays guitar, and they have been through a lot for her to be able to play as good as she does. Like Natasha, Serval’s hands are on the rougher side due to her job and passions, but that won’t stop you from grabbing ahold of her hands and playing with them. Holding hands with this girlie is a common occurrence. It’s something you do often anyway so she wasn’t surprised when you first asked

Serval would melt when you do this, both alone together or out in public. She just loves you so much, and thinks it’s just the cutest thing ever. She gets as much joy out of it as you do, and you can tell because of the big grin on her face.

Giving you headpats:

If you are shorter than Serval, she’s using your head/shoulder as an armrest at least once just to tease you. She’s gonna give you all the head pats, hair ruffles, smooches, and everything in between because seeing you needy and wanting her attention makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside 🥰 it shows how much you want her with you 🥺 she’s gonna be giggling and kicking her feet.

no pickles

stellaron hunters & gn!reader | wc: ~750

In which they get your order wrong. Kafka, dear friend that she is, decides to make it known.

tags/warnings: crack, reader is not described, vague canon-typical violence, comedy, found family, everything is platonic

notes: oops updated formatting

When you first joined the Stellaron Hunters upon Elio’s suggestion (death threat), you never would have imagined the scene unfolding in front of you now.

Silver Wolf is double-dipping a greasy french fry into a dollop of ketchup. Kafka is dabbing her mouth with a napkin after her only sip of whatever soda she decided to humor, and Blade is standing guard by your table like some kind of intimidating fast-food sentry.

You, squished between all of them, lament your existence. Sam got to stay behind to “keep watch”, but you know the truth. His robot suit would terrify any children within a fifty mile radius, and this CosmiBurger is teeming with them. 

“Silver Wolf,” you mutter.

“I’m not sharing,” she answers immediately.

“That’s not what I–! Ugh, whatever. I was gonna ask why you chose this place for lunch. Don’t you think it’s a little below our pay grade?” “We don’t get paid, newbie. Elio doesn’t cover us eating out, so we have to be cheap.”

“You’re just saying that because you blew our budget on Roblox Premium,” you deadpan.

Kafka interjects. “Look on the bright side, hm? The novelty here is something we rarely get to experience - and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bladie this happy.”

You spare a glance at your colleague. His scowl speaks for him.

Ignoring the fact that apparently Kafka’s got jokes now, you heave a sigh and poke at the lump of foil in front of you - a tangible warning of an impending stomach ache. The burger inside will have to serve as sustenance if you don’t want to wait twelve more system hours to eat.

Since Silver Wolf is now preoccupied with one of her handheld consoles, you don’t delay with your squabbling any longer. When you unwrap it and take your first bite, you’re blindsided by the overwhelming sour note of what can only be The Condiment That Shall Not Be Named. You can’t obscure the subsequent (ugly) scrunch of your brow and lips.

“Cyanide?” asks The Gamer That You Will Strangle One Day.

You glare at her and deposit your now even-more-unappetizing sandwich on the table. “You wish. They, uh, just got my order a bit wrong.” There’s a contemplative hum from your side that makes your heart skip a beat. Kafka stops playing with a strand of Blade’s hair to give you a coy smile. “Is that so?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” you complain. “It’s not a big deal, I’m just not a fan of pickles.”

“You should ask for a replacement. After all, you did mention that in your order,” she drawls.

You bristle. “I doubt the employees get paid enough to put up with that.”

Blade speaks for the first time today in that gruff tone of his. “You draw the line there? You’ll slaughter on command but stop at inconveniencing the working class?”

“Everyone’s picking on me! Smear campaign!” you accuse, pointing at the brooding man.

You don’t expect a reply from him, which he honors by staring at your outstretched finger with what could be described as murderous intent. Kafka chuckles.

“It’s the principle of the thing, darling. I’ll handle it.”

“Wai–”

You don’t get another word out before she confidently rises from her seat and saunters over to the register, leaving you with your jaw on the floor. 

Silver Wolf is back to blowing bubblegum and spawn-killing some poor sap, but she makes the time to snicker at your plight. “That’s weak, newbie.”

All you can do is become an idle passenger in your own body as the scene unfolds in front of you. Maybe you try to stop her, but Blade’s lanky arm blocks your path. 

Sometimes you wish she’d just have a little more fear. Kafka converses with the cashier with her innate allure as you resign yourself to your fate of public humiliation.

The words audible over the ringing in your ears sound through the air in Kafka’s dulcet voice.  “They asked for no pickles.”

When she returns from the counter two minutes later with your presumably correct order, you’ve already decided that today has been the most harrowing twenty-four system hours of your long-life. Your stupor is cut short as the new pickleless burger is dropped into your hands like a gift from the Aeons.

“See?” Kafka teases. “It was no trouble at all.”

“..Thanks,” you cough into your hand awkwardly.

Lunch resumes its usual flow, but you’re still stewing in regret that boils down to a simple, bitter thought: You should’ve just ordered the chicken nuggets instead.

i wanna do kafka’s makeup so baddd.

she spends the most time on her eyes so imagine being super focused while doing her eyeshadow and not noticing the look she’s giving you… you’d have to get somewhat close and she’s sitting in front of her vanity, so she pulls you in her lap under the excuse that it’d be easier that way. i think she has pretty clear skin so she’d use concealer and only a little bit of foundation. you’re painting sunset colors on her eyelids. she doesn’t wear eyeliner but you convince her to, just a sharp line at the corners because she’d look so sexy with it. you highlight her cheekbones a little bit and the shine is so pretty on her. applying mascara is the easiest part because she’s able to not blink for some time (creepy), doesn’t flinch either. she has long lashes (im jealous) so only a fine layer does the job. she’s being quieter than usual which is a surprise considering the position you’re both in but you guess she doesn’t wanna risk flustering you when you have a brush near her eye; in truth she’s really just too busy staring. applying lipstick is your favourite part because her lips are so alluring and pretty. she likes a reddish peach the most. you take your time but it’s getting harder to concentrate when she’s looking at you with lidded eyes and parted lips. you just finished her look before she kisses you thank you and ruins her lipstick in the process so you’ll have to apply it again <3

xreader fic is so inherently healing like

do you love yourself? no? that's okay this character you love loves you back. are you kind? that is why they love you. are you patient? that is why they love you. are you a coward are you shy are you brave are you bold are you bratty? that is why they love you. you are loved and you will not be punished for seeking love. you are loved and you will find it here in these words.

do you love yourself yet? no? that's okay this character can love you until you do. this character will point out the few traits you can relate with yourself (your smile, your laugh, you brattiness, your whimsy, your strength, your sorrow) and tell you that they love that about you until one day you can love it, if not yourself, too.

do you love yourself yet? no? but you're starting to accept that you can be loved? that there is something in you- your awkwardness, your bashfulness, your straightforward mind, you ability to heal, your ability to fight- that someone could look at and learn to adore? well done. you're right, this character does see that and adore it. you may not love yourself just now, just yet, but now you see right? That there is something to love in you?

i wish i could join discord servers and be talkative but alas every time i'm put in one i feel like a frightened captive animal being released into the wild for the first time and i instantly shove it in a folder never to be seen again outside of a random ping every few months

"as long as i can live in your love, then let me relinquish my wings and offer my body to the devil"

the rookie knights first escort mission

Senior, Novice, and a Baby (Art Only)

Yukong introduce her daughter to you!

Yukong has accepted and supported the fact that her daughter is a pilot, perhaps she would like another little pilot?

GN!Reader, Parent!Yukong x Reader, Established relationship.

{Inspired by how i was so delighted she is a mother and has a child only to find out she is not a cute little baby like Bailu}

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Yes the baby is Yukong's copy-paste, look at me in the eyes and tell me her gene is not strong.

I can be myself when i’m with you

inspired by “Sweet Dreams that Never Last” by Highentias

tfw everyone knew you were dating before you did

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How do you think fem HSRcharacters would feel about a darling with a hairy legs? Like the reason they don't shave is becouse is becouse they want to look more androgynous. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

And if that okay if I'll be your anon?

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I don’t think any of the HSR women would mind if you had body hair on your legs, armpits, arms, private regions, etc, because it’s all natural!

Plus, I’m going to say it now, body hair can be very attractive as it’s a sign of a mature adult! Whether you shave or not is up to you, both are attractive to your HSR lover, but what matters it that you’re comfortable with what’s on your body, and if you like it, they like it too :)

Also having body hair can be feminine too. I know you said Reader leaves it on to look androgynous and that’s totally valid, but feminine people can have body hair and still be feminine too! 💕