A Dance With Death

i'm sure this meme has already been done but i couldn't resist

she's all alone...

from episode 8, part II of the orv fanfic, The Study of Geometric Shapes by threecrossings on a03

🎆 A/n: this theme cost me my life and soul

🎆 Cw: soft smut, afab!reader, dom!kafka, (slight) somnophilia, cunnilingus, pwnp, scissoring, aftercare mentioned

🎆 dividers

the soft caresses of thin, manicured nails across your abdomen are what rouse you from your slumber. you shiver at the feeling, instinctively curling away from the ticklish sensation as foreign yet familiar hands continue to sensually stroke your body, trailing across your fluttering abdomen and giving your tummy an appreciative squeeze before slipping nimbly down between your thighs. you stir, forcing yourself to raise your head and watch the slim figure of your lover, who had positioned herself over you with elegant poise only she could possess in the dead of night.

"Kafka..?" you mumble, voice raspy and muffled from sleep.

"shhhh," Kafka coo's, her voice cool and seductive as she raises herself up to your level. the only illumination provided is the moonlight seeping in through the window, highlighting her hourglass curves as she hovers over you. her strong arms frame your head, and your eyes trail upwards to her face, where you could just make out her lustful gaze through lidded eyes. then, your eyes travel downwards, gazing over the swell of her breasts, down past the plush of her stomach to her thighs and soaked sex, all barely visible in the dim lighting. Kafka lets out a soft, airy chuckle before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. while doing so, she pushes you back down to the mattress, gentle but firm in her dominance.

"go back to sleep," she whispers, voice thick and warm, like a river engulfing you, swallowing you from all sides in a comforting, soulful way. "i'm sure you don't mind if i pleasure you, hm?"

the questioning undertone is left obvious, arousal already causing you to flush beneath her scrutinizing gaze. despite being the one to usually take the initiative, Kafka always left the choice of sex up to you, and you know that should you even have a moments hesitation, she'd stop absuptly. her unique relationship with emotions, or rather lack thereof, made her much less privy to noting whether or not you were aroused in the moment. not to say she wasn't deathly observant, however, Kafka was always cautious, especially when it came to you.

despite you feeling so utterly sleepy, you desperately want her to mimic the feeling of her hands on you, just like she had moments before, and you roll your hips up ever so slightly to meet hers in a show of arousal.

"mhm.. continue.. please," you mumble, and she hums in response before trailing back down your body.

"relax, darling, go back to sleep. i'll take care of you," she purrs, and you oblige, letting your heavy, heavy eyelids fall shut as she peels your panties away. the cold air meeting your exposed sex makes you shiver, and Kafka relishes in the sight. nimble fingers spread your folds, and she lets out a pleased chuckle at the sight of you already soaked in arousal.

"needy thing," she whispers, leaning down to press a kiss over your pulsing clit. "just can't do a thing without me~"

she's swift in spreading your legs and throwing them over her shoulders, so much so that you barely recognize the change in position until her tongue meets your cunt. her ministrations are experienced and lustful as she eats you out with mind melting skill, lips sucking on your pretty pussy like candy. she knows everything that makes you tick, from her technique to her pace, she ravishes you with the fervor of a starved man, licking and sucking on your cunt as though its her last meal.

meanwhile, you drift in and out of consciousness, head fuzzy and melting with a mixture of sleepiness and pleasure. you feel as though your being devoured whole, the messy click of your cunt against her chin and the slick movements of her tongue circling your pearl are enough to push you over the edge, and your thighs clamp tightly around her head as she guides you through your orgasm. maincured nails dig into the plush of your thighs as your cunt clenches around nothing, your hips rolling against her face as she continues sucking on your clit until your seeing stars. your cheast heaves and eyelids flutter as you slowly come down from your high, and Kafka presses an appreciative kiss to your pulsing clit.

"m' sure that feels much better, hm?" she purrs, rubbing soft circles on your hips as you force your eyes open. she giggles softly before beginning to clean up, but you lurch upwards, sitting up to stop her.

"what 'bout you?" you mumble, and she grins wolfishly. "oh?" she crawls upwards, laying her bare body atop yours. "want to help me reach my release too, baby?"

you nod, and she chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"you're so..." she trails off, shaking her head as you pout at her. Kafka leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, before wrapping her arms around your waist.

"can you sit up for me, darling?"

"mhm," you hum, situating yourself so that your propped up among the pillows with your legs wrapped over hers, both of your cunts just barely touching. your breath hitches when you rock your hips and feel the slightest friction against your overstimulated clit, and steady hands find purchase on your waist.

"shhh, slow down. let me take care of you~" Kafka teases, running her hands up your ticklish sides and enjoying the way you squirm beneath her touch. you had fallen asleep in nothing but your underwear and were quite glad for it now, as it had taken just the removal of your panties for you to now be completely bare before her.

wrapping an arm around your waist, Kafka pushes your hips together, and you watch, mesmerized, as your clits kiss while her pretty cunt grinds against yours. your head lolls, and you nuzzle into the crook of her neck with a needy whine as the friction causes your thighs to tremble. Kafka lets out a few soft moans, perfect and pornographic in a way only she coulf ever achieve. a nimble finger traces down your quivering front to toy with your pearl, circling your clit and trailing over your coarse pubic hair with thinly veiled attraction.

"hnn.. aren't you a pretty little thing?" Kafka moans in your ear, watching with sick fascination as your arousal-slick pussies grind together.

"Kaf- m'close !" you whine, biting down onto the junction of her neck and collarbone to save yourself the embarrassment of whimpering as she increases the pace on your clit.

"o-oh? mhnn.. go ahead, take what you need," Kafka whispers, throwing her head back and letting out a few beautiful moans the likes of which songbirds could never compare to. she calls out your name with the complete and utter devotion of someone truly enamored, and with that, you both reach your climax simultaneously.

the sheets are absolutely dripping when you come to, eyelids fluttering and cunt twitching. the only thing youre aware of is the feeling of Kafka holding you close, and you nuzzle into the warmth of her skin.

"you still with me?" she asks, voice soft and warm in the way it is only for your ears to hear.

"mhm, i am now," you mumble, and she chuckles, uncharacteristically sweet and girlish. she lays you back down on the bed, and you drift in and out of consciousness in a sleepy bliss as she quickly changes the sheets and wipe down the mess between your legs. she's slow, almost worshipful as she gently and deliberately caresses your thighs and stomach, wiping away the sticky cum staining your skin with devotion. once your satisfactorily clean, she lays you back down onto the clean bed, and slips in beside you.

immediately, you slot yourself against her, nuzzling into her chest as she wraps her arms around you. warm bodies flush against eachother and practically intertwined, you wouldn't have it any other way.

i love her so much more than any man ever could. kafka my beloved !!!

✶

THREESOME WITH ARLECCHINO AND KAFKA???? I KNOW THEYRE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES BUT GOSH THEYRE SO??? FATHER AND MOTHER 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Imagine you're strung up by Kafka's strings your wrists tied together above your head while Arlecchino's claws dig into your thighs, spreading your legs out. Arlecchino, whose words and touch is so rough and mean, degrading you when you babble you can't take another orgasm as she thrusts into you. Kafka, who whispers sweet praises and her fingers, so tender and feather light, toys with your clit and your chest.

Arlecchino, despite being relentless and rough, forcing you to take all of her again and again, is at least generous, allowing you to release all over her. With Kafka, with her gentleness comes the cruelty of her teasing. When she's eating you out, nothing you do can stop her from savoring you, a swipe over your slit or a nip at your nub, but never allowing you to come.

And finally, the most cruelest thing they've done to you, is make you watch. Watch as the two of them take one another, a fascinating struggle of dominance as one mounts on top of the other, but they know it's just a show to torment you. You can't even relieve yourself, but once they've finished they untie you so you can clean up the both of them with your tongue. Tasting one of them's essence off of the other is something you'll never grow tired of.

Anyways. I'm just a little downbad.

~🩸

mother and father tag-teaming you omlll

when you've been good, they like to share you ♡

(nsfw utc)

they loveee tying you up. arlecchino always eats you out first, leaving you with clawed up thighs. all the while, kafka is kissing down your neck, teasing your nipples, wrapping her lips around them.

once they deem you ready, arlecchino is fucking you slow and deep at first, but with a force. kafka slots herself right over your mouth, telling you to "eat mommy out, sweetie."

arlecchino yanks your hips back against her, the sound of skin slapping together, defeaning as she takes you. if she's feeling generous, she'll slide her fingers towards your clit, rubbing tight circles with her thumb as you moan into kafka, causing her own thighs to tremble.

but when you've been bad?

oh, they're not touching you at all.

you'll stay nice and tied up, watching them from an armchair in the corner. their kisses are all tongue and teeth, a show of dominance between the two, hands sliding all over each other.

arlecchino might even turn kafka's chin, telling her, "what a desperate little slut, isn't she?" just loud enough for you to hear and whine, struggling against your bindings.

arlecchino makes you watch her fuck kafka, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you beg them to let you touch or just for anything

if they're merciful, they'll take your bindings off, making you crawl up onto the bed naked and clean them both up.

arlecchino's cock is coated with a mixture of her and kafka's cum, the same as kafka's cunt, and they watch as you lick at both of them.

"so pathetic." arlecchino sighs, leaning her palm on her chin as you lap up the slick on her, trading off to run your tongue up kafka's slit, to which she calls you her "good little girl."

kafka but a little to the left

ngl I trust her

love and loss are two sides of the same coin

Regrets