I know that 11 was done but can i request it with kaeya with a male preferance, and a male reader?
If it isnt to much to ask
11. Preferences; the character explains their usual preference in partners such as women or men
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- The tavern was bustling when you and Kaeya had came for a little bit of drinking. Drunken cheers and hearty laughter filling the place top to bottom. You stood close to Kaeya who easily made his way through.
"It seems all of Mondstadt had the same ideas as us," Kaeya chirps, gently pushing past people who stood around tables.
Kaeya leads you up the stairs. Although it was still a little full, at least the people up here stayed mostly seated, only a few leaning against the railing. Kaeya pulls out a chair of a far end table.
"A perfect spot." Kaeya sighs as he leans back into his chair. "I don't mind a little partying, but not every occasion I spend here consists of the same loudness."
You sat across from Kaeya with your arms crossed on the table. You could see down below of the bar with stools filled with men and women, the surface dirtied with spills and crumbs.
"Well, I'm going down to get our drinks. The usual?" Kaeya asks, already hopping of out his seat.
You nod with a smile, Kaeya flickers his own pearly whites and struts down. Once he's gone, you lean your head on the table, your cheeks burning.
You had hoped the tavern wouldn't be so full. You wanted it to have a nice, slow pace perfect for a romantic setting. It was a beautiful place at night if it has no ruckus, but what could you expect? The people here love their alcohol.
You sigh, leaning your chin on your hand when you look down. You instantly spot Kaeya's rich blue hair amongst the crowd. He's at the bar, and a woman has her hand on his back. Kaeya is smiling at her, chatting away while he seemingly waits for the drinks.
You and Kaeya weren't a thing, not yet at least, but you were trying to make progress. You weren't even completely sure of his type of guy. He never brought it up. You knew he flirted around with all types, but that's mainly for work; when he needed answers. What he does at work doesn't reflect what he likes in his own time, right?
Lost in your own thoughts, a tall mug is suddenly placed down in front of you. You jolt up. Kaeya laughs as he slides back into his chair.
"Did I startle you? My bad." He takes a swig of his drink. "It seems like your head was in the clouds."
You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, apologizing. Kaeya waves his hand.
"It's fine, but since it's just the two of us I'd like it if you paid more attention to me~" Kaeya smirks, a chuckle leaving his lips as he drinks.
Your face heats up. There he goes again, saying things that make your heart race. Did he find it fun to make you embarrassed? Or was there depth to his words? Your mind traces back to the women he chatted with. Your fingers tap your mug.
"Hey, Kaeya..."
Kaeya hums, his eyes never leaving you as your mind stumbles across your thoughts for the right words.
"What kind of women do you like?" You cringe at yourself. It came off too blunt, too nosey. Knowing Kaeya, he could definitely sniff out the intentions of your question.
Kaeya looks up to the ceiling, leaning back and crossing his arms. His eye seems to struggle, but his lips are amused.
"Hard to say. My attraction in the women's department has been quite hard to figure out. I've met some lovely ones though."
"So. Which do you like more?" Your voice came out a little weird, you were obviously suspicious now. Though, at this point, perhaps directness is better.
Kaeya leans in close, his elbows on the table. "Oh my, am I being interrogated?"
You take a long sip of your drink, letting it take over your senses. You release with a sigh.
"No, I just wanna know," you say, hardly even believing yourself. "I wanna get a little closer is all..."
Kaeya's eye shines. "I have some taste for women, but men have always been a little more of my flavour."
Kaeya suddenly reaches out, his hand sliding across the table until his fingers reach yours resting beside your drink. His fingertips kiss yours. His gaze never leaves you.
"Men who make me feel comfortable and free, men who can make me feel like I'm on top of the world again, make me laugh," Kaeya grabs your hand and brings your fingers to his lips. "men who can make me open my heart to them."
His lips kiss your knuckles. Your face was burning to the tips of your ears. Your mouth opens but you close it in case you say something stupid to ruin it. Although you felt embarrassed, your body was relaxed, his tender touch making you feel light.
"So, me?" You mutter, almost drowned out by the clinking of beer mugs.
"I just described my type, didn't I? It seems you match it perfectly." Kaeya purrs then releases your hand. Your fingers felt cold without his.
The table was quiet for a moment. You processed his words and your thoughts. Kaeya chugged down the last of his drink and wiped the side of his mouth.
"I'm going to get a refill." Kaeya stands up, patting the top of your head before leaving. "I'll be waiting for your confession, lover boy~"
Hello, this is a bit of an odd request so i hope it isnt bad, could you please write for Kakyoin, and an s/o who has a groundhoh day type stand that, whenever used, will put its user into a time loop until an objective is complete, and is using it to try to save Kakyoin's life in the final day of Egypt, and Kakyoin noticing just how different his s/o seems due to the exhaustion of trying so hard for so long without sucsess (maybe even at the end they will succeed?) thank you very much!!!
This was the longest thing I’ve written and honestly I’m happy with the first half but I’m not sure about the second half. I apologize if the ended is kind of rushed. Also there’s probably going to be some errors because I’m finishing this before I go to bed
Also, let me just tell you how much fun I had writing this. There were so many ideas I wanted to incorporate but didn’t have enough time. This was a lot of fun though!
Warning: There’s going to be a few mentions of family death, language, and very unhealthy musing towards death(I reference s*icide once) so be careful
Thick arms gripped your waist, holding your thrashing body against a strong chest. You couldn’t hear a single thing over the blood rushing in your ears- or maybe that was the sound of gallons of water gushing from the crumpled water tower, flooding the streets below. Water that was tainted a crimson red. A red that shouldn’t have been there.
“Let me go! I have to go help him. God damn it Joseph just let me go! Kakyoin will be okay, he has to be!” You screamed while you whipped your head back into Joseph’s nose, using all your strength which resulted in a sickening crack.
“Damn it, (Y/n)! You’ve got to keep calm, we still have to defeat Dio! This fight isn’t over yet, we can’t afford to worry about Kakyoin right now!” Joseph shouted, resorting to restraining you with Hermit Purple when you threatened to break through his hold. The old man’s eyes widened at the blood curdling roar that tore itself from your throat at those words.
Joseph felt his heart shatter at the emotions he knew you must be feeling. Devastation, denial, hopelessness and most of all rage. So much rage that it surely felt as if your body would explode from the pure force of it. This was a rage that you never expected to feel in your life but if you're one of the unlucky ones then you became intimately familiar with it. It rushed you like a linebacker, knocking the breath out of you and leaving you paralyzed with no hope of gaining your footing.
It was like a faulty wire that sparks a blaze inside of your house and every frantic second is spent trying to navigate your way through the flames but quickly you feel the flames licking at your heels. No matter how fast you run or how far you go, you know that you’re cornered from every angle. Your only option is to succumb to the flames and lose yourself amongst the heat.
Joseph knew the exact feeling you were experiencing all too well; It killed him to have to be that voice of reason, but he knew that if he lost himself then the two of you were as good as dead. In the back of his mind he could hear the cool voice of his mother, doing her best to keep her stoney facade in the face of his breakdown in front of the pile of rubble that had stolen his friend’s life. He could remember the rage he felt at the way she appeared indifferent- as if Caesar’s sacrifice was something that had been expected. It had taken him so long to realize that it was for his sake. He needed a calm presence in that moment to steer him the right direction lest he rush into a battle half cocked with no plan, only fueled by rage and determination alone. Looking at the young adult currently trying to burst from his hold, he knew that you needed that same presence.
“Gahh! Could you just listen to me for a second?!” So much for being that calm presence
In one final burst of strength you broke free from Joseph, your own stand tearing Hermit Purple’s vines to shreds as if they were a flimsy sheet of paper. In all of his time traveling with you he had never sensed such strength from you until this moment.
What wonders a broken heart could do.
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A dull thud resonated through your body as you fell to your knees, elbows leaned against the ledge of the building. He was so far away. You could reach him! You had to reach him, Kakyoin had saved your hide more times than you could count, there's no way you could just leave him behind. He had taken care of your wounds, had encouraged you and helped you to grow not only as a stand user but as a person. What had begun as a trip to help some strangers kill a man you didn’t even know had turned into a journey of self-exploration and growth. The last thing you were expecting was to walk out of this with a newfound confidence, but much less to fall for one of your companions.
Tears clouded your eyes, blurring your surroundings into nonsensical masses of shapes and colors. Your beloved was a speck of green and red, sticking out from the crumpled metal of the water tower. Your hearing was coming back to you in which you became aware of the chilling scream ringing through the air. Wait, was that coming from you?
The moments following you were a blur. You remembered feeling Hermit Purple wrap around you again, yanking you back into Joseph’s arms before you were forced to flee with the older man.
The last thing you could see was the stark gold of those evil eyes, narrowing at you. Taunting you. ‘You won’t win’ Is what they said.
You were beginning to believe them.
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At the age of 7 you discovered your stand in what had been a complete accident.
As a child, you could be pretty unruly especially when you and your brother would horse around. Time after time you had been yelled at to not run in the house, threatening a whipping if you were to break anything. You didn’t listen though. Why would you? Children never thought of what could possibly happen so when your brother bodily shoved you into the wall you hadn’t expected the aftershocks to send your mother’s favorite antique doll tumbling to the ground. The shattering porcelain skated across wooden floors, the quiet scraping echoing in your ears along with the pounding of your heart. You were beyond screwed. If your mom found out about the accident she would kill you!
“What are we going to do?!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes. Your watery gaze met your brother’s. He was the one that caused this, so he had to be the one to fix it!
It happened in a flash, almost faster than you could see it, but you could have sworn you had seen some sort of creature behind your brother and for a fraction of a second you felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as you opened your eyes in your bed, vaguely aware of a single bell’s chime coming from seemingly nowhere. Had it all been a dream? It couldn’t have been, you remembered waking up this morning. Your mother had come to fetch you for breakfast, knocking on the door three times before peeking her head into the door.
Almost like the universe was laughing at you three knocks sounded at the door, and sure enough your mom opened the door with a soft, “(Y/n), come on or else your breakfast will get cold”, going on her merry way. She was blissfully unaware of the confusion that was clouding your brain. Was she messing with you? Of everyone in your family she had the longest mean streak, having a tendency to pull small jokes on you from time to time. Knowing your luck you had passed out from fear, been found and now the woman was biding her time until you confessed that you broke the doll yourself.
You thought it was odd that she would choose to trick you into believing it was morning again but your mother was an odd woman.
Throwing back your blankets you found yourself dressed in the same pajamas you had worn earlier. Looked back towards your clock you even noticed that the time had been set back to 7am. Changing you into your pajamas was one thing but going so far as to set your clock back was just weird. You were still under the impression that this was one big joke, and as you suffered through another family breakfast- living through the exact same conversations you had already heard, everything the same word for word- you could fill the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. This wasn’t some sort of prank but you had no clue what it was.
You were brushing your teeth when you entertained the dream theory again. It should have been impossible that your dream would so accurately predict the future but you had heard of weirder things. To hear your aunt say it she had known that your mom was pregnant with you before she even knew. She claimed to have seen it a dream, announcing the pregnancy in a similar manner to how it happened in real life. (To be fair though, it wasn’t uncommon to announce a pregnancy by phone, so you weren’t sure how much stock you put in that experience.) Whether it was from a need for some sort of answer or a desire to just put a reason to this odd occasion, you managed to convince yourself that you had just had an incredibly weird, vivid dream. So you pushed it to the back of your mind. You didn’t think about the weird dream, or the weird creature that you were pretty sure that you had caught a glimpse of, but if it was just a dream then that made sense right? You saw a lot of monsters in your nightmares; this could have just been one of them.
Everything was perfectly fine until your brother was chasing you through the house again. The deja vu was overwhelming, seeing flashes of shattered porcelain in your mind’s eye. You felt the terror that had coursed through your veins when you had thought that you and your brother were soon to be punished. You felt the phantom sensation of tears stinging your eyes, and that might have been what had brought you to change your course at the last moment. You dashed into the kitchen, barely missing that shove that would have destroyed your mother’s prized possession. You escaped punishment, the worst thing you had to deal with had been a shout to take your games outside.
The day went on like normal from then on. Your ordeal was forgotten by the very next day.
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Over time you found a name, and even a face, to put to what had happened to you. You became aware of this odd humanoid creature that stood at a similar height to your own. Curly brown hair was slicked back, against its neck. It didn’t look like hair though, there was sheen to it, almost like polished wood. You were sure if you were to reach your hand out it would feel like running your hand over the smooth, cool wood of a grandfather clock. It was dressed almost as if it had come from the Victorian era, wearing a stunning yellow waistcoat on top of a white dress shirt, complete with a pendulum-like tie. It wore a simple pair of beige slacks, and honestly if you didn’t know any better you would have believed this to be a normal person. I mean, they were even adorned with two large cylinder shaped earrings.
This wasn’t a person, however. At first you thought it was a delusion. This thought was only furthered when after a nightmare you had run screaming to your parents about this weird person that had showed up in your room. Although, to you the being was as real as could be; Your father had been the one to stare at you like you were crazy, looking at the very spot you were pointing at. He saw absolutely nothing. To him all he saw was a scared child whose imagination was running rampant in the late hours of the night. Your father had walked you back to your room, ignoring every tearful shriek of how the thing was following right behind you.
“Nothing is following us, it was just a bad dream” The older man grumbled, he was visibly frustrated at the screaming. No doubt he was a little upset at having been woken up at such an ungodly hour. Probably not as upset as you, considering for the rest of the night you dealt with the impromptu staring contest with this weird little thing.
You don’t remember going to bed- you were sure you ended up passing out from exhaustion- but when you woke up that creature had disappeared. Maybe it really was just a hallucination brought on by your bad dream. Sure, you’ve had occasions where you had mistaken a rogue tree branch to be someone knocking against your window so it should have been easy to write off. You were a scared child, it made sense. It was common for the brain to play tricks on the eyes in the dark, convincing your young mind that there was someone hiding in the shadows waiting to drag you away, but it wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t a trick of the mind, or any kind of delusions. Your clock-like companion would go on to make many more appearances- mostly in times of stress, you would come to learn.
It wouldn’t be until your teenage years when you would begin connecting the dots. This being was a part of you, you learned. Gradually you learned how to summon it at will and by now it was basically second nature to you. It was an extension of your body and, even stranger, you figured out that you could even feel the things that it did. If you used it to grab a book for you the faintest sensation of a hard cover would fill your hand. You could remember spending hours examining it, trying to make sense of this odd manifestation; your fear had been replaced by an eager curiosity, poking and prodding at it. Luckily it didn’t seem to mind too much.
However, your most important discovery was the time loops.
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Bells. Bells were the only thing you could hear. 5 chimes. 10 chimes, transitioning into 15 chimes. 20, 25 chimes now.
Where were they coming from? The clock tower was in the middle of Cairo, you were too far away for the chimes to be so loud. They were so loud.
Why were they so damn loud?!
“Kakyoin!”
Your eyes snapped open, nausea building in your stomach as you took a deep breath. The chimes had finally ended but your ears were left ringing in their wake. No one else seemed affected by the deafening noise. They couldn’t hear them, no one could except for you. Your stand Second Chances was on odd one but really, when you’ve just spent the past two months fighting stand users that could do things such as steal souls and reverse age then really nothing was weird anymore. Not even your time loops.
You see, you had a chance that a lot of people could only dream of. After activating your stand you were transported back to the beginning of the day. It was like pressing restart on a video and getting sent back to the beginning of the level if you failed an objective. You had a fresh start, a new opportunity to step back and try again. Unfortunately while with a video game you have the choice to walk away when you get frustrated, you don’t have that luxury. Even upon failing you were sent back to the beginning of that day. You were trapped in the loop until you were able to accomplish your objective and each new day was punctuated with a new bell chime. You supposed you should be thankful for the bells since they were your only means of keeping track of how many times you had lived through this hell again. Your current count was at 26.
You have seen Kakyoin return 26 times already. You’ve witnessed Iggy lead your miserable group to their fates time and time again. 26 days of pain and loss and suffering. You were nearing the end of your rope, unsure of how much more you could take. Although that didn’t really matter did it? Your last day in Egypt would continue to rewind for eternity. You had to accept that you couldn’t save Kakyoin from his fate, no matter how hard you tried he was destined to die.
“(Y/n) are you alright? I’m surprised, you’ve been moaning about how much you miss Kakyoin. We all would have thought that you’d pounce on him the moment you saw him.” Polnareff propped a hand up on his hip, waving his hand in front of your face with a snicker. “Hey, earth to (Y/n), are you even listening?”
You could have slapped the French bastard. How could he joke like this when the seven of you were walking into a death sentence? You thought that of all people Polnareff would take this the most seriously. His whole motivation for tagging along had been purely to avenge his sister, so why would he be so lighthearted in the hours preceding three of your comrades’ deaths. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to beat the shit out of him for being so insensitive. It wouldn’t be fair to him though. He had no clue of what was to come.
Truth be told none of them did.
You were the only one that was aware of the restart. To everyone else it was just that same day, they were still filled with that original determination. They still had their eyes set on that goal that is oh so close. You would give anything to be like them again. To have that spark in your eyes, that strength in your stride, and that confidence that nothing would go wrong. That belief that as long as you all have each other then nothing can go wrong. Despite every misfortune, every accident, every sacrifice the group had gone through up until this point there was still a blind hope. It was useless and idiotic but you would kill for that blissful ignorance right now.
“I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate something wrong last night” You lied flatly. You couldn’t even remember what you’d had for dinner the night before.
“You better not get cold feet on us now, we’ve come all this way now.” Narrowed green eyes met your own, prompting you to shake your head with a sigh and respond with a fake smile and “I couldn’t back out even if I wanted to,”
And god did you want to.
Joseph smirked at you, right hand coming up to adjust the hat atop his head, “That’s the spirit” He said simply. Sure it was.
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Kakyoin fancied himself to be rather perceptive. All of his life has been spent watching others, their reactions and their actions. When you had no friends there was really nothing else to do with his time. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d sat alone at lunch just watching the kids his age. He noticed how the shier children would stick to the outskirts of the lunch room. They were most comfortable near the exit points- seemingly ready to leave as soon as the bell sounded. These kids were considerate enough to space out their seats with an empty chair between each kid. It was interesting how even at such a young age they were already exercising their ‘If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone’ mindset.
On the flip side the extroverted children were more than willing to cram against each other at their tables, to the point where their attendants would have to bring the tots over to sit at some of the other emptier tables. There was no shortage of conversation. Small, high-pitched voices filled the lunch room with a certain excitement that only young children could really emanate. Sure there were a few squabbles- especially when someone tried to snatch a piece of candy away from their friend’s lunch, or if someone had their seat stolen- but those were to be expected when dealing with lively children. They gravitated towards their groups as if on instinct and were visibly displeased if they were separated for whatever reason.
Kakyoin wouldn’t deny the resentment that he became oh so familiar with at a young age, but if there was anything he was grateful for it was his ability to read people.
He could read people like a well loved book. Pretty well, in fact, that it was hard not to stare at people and try to dissect their mannerisms. He’d never admit that he’s spent more than one night watching Jotaro in an attempt to crack some sort of code with the other student. Jotaro shared absolutely nothing about himself, the information he let slip through his actions looked like it was carefully calculated and it was glaringly obvious that he had no intention of opening up. Honestly, Jotaro was interesting to him in the same way that a magic trick was mystifying. He wanted to dissect his traits, figure out the way he worked.
You, however, were a different story. In Kakyoin’s experience everyone had something to hide. That was just how things worked. No matter how often someone like Polnareff or Mr.Joestar opens up to him there would always be information that they would keep from him, but you didn’t do that. It was odd in and of itself. You opened up completely as if no piece of information was too small or too personal.
He could ask you any question and he would receive an honest answer regardless of whether he had just asked how you take your coffee in the morning or if he had asked how your grandparents had died (yeah, that example was morbid but he has a point to prove.)
He thinks that maybe it was your honesty that drew him to you in the beginning. You carried yourself as if you had nothing to hide. Kakyoin didn’t even have to try to read you because everything was laid out bare already. Try as he might, the redhead just didn’t understand. After a while he just stopped caring, stopped trying to figure you out because that would always lead to sleepless nights, sitting out on the balcony of whatever hotel they were crashing at that night.
The arid desert wind caressed his hair, blowing softly as he looked to the empty ledge beside him. He could see a sliver of light peeking from underneath the curtain. Ah, so Polnareff and you were still awake. It was pretty late so surely his two teammates should be asleep by now.- they would all need their rest for the upcoming days of travel. Kakyoin wondered what was going on in the room. He should have chastised himself for having such prying thoughts but he couldn’t stop himself.
Were you as open with the French man as you were with him? Did Polnareff know about your favorite movie? Your favorite music? Did Polnareff pay attention to the way that your noise would scrunch up when you were displeased, or did he notice how you would lace your fingers behind your back while picking at your nails when you were nervous. Or maybe the infamous flirt knew about that twinkle hidden in your eyes that was only exposed when you were feeling particularly playful. Did he know of the softness of your lips, the slow, smooth rhythm you would mo-.
Kakyoin threw his face in his hands trying to ignore the wildfire blazing on his cheeks. He had no right to think such deviant things about you, especially involving his obnoxious lively friend. Whether he had a right to or not that didn’t stop him- which of course he would never admit to. Kakyoin had grown used to your presence. He took comfort in it; The student had become addicted to having someone entrusting him with so much information. He could be...well, awkward was the only way to describe it. Kakyoin definitely had his moments, while in public he gave no indication of social ineptitude. In fact he enjoyed interacting with so many strangers over the course of his travels. With a craving for social interaction he found that itch scratched nicely, and his spirits had only climbed when he met Jotaro, Avdol, and Mr.Joestar. For once, he didn’t feel like an outsider. He finally felt understood.
So in all honesty Kakyoin wasn’t some bumbling fool when it came to talking to strangers and to another degree: attractive people. Contrary to what the group (mainly Polnareff) chose to believe, Kakyoin wasn’t a complete virgin. I mean, he was but it’s not as if he was completely clueless. He was a hormonal teenager, it was only natural for him to want to explore himself and his sexuality. Of course the most exploration he’d really done had been with his right hand for kind of obvious reasons, but that wasn’t his point! His point was that he wasn’t some stuttering fool that would roll over at the first sight of the first beautiful person he met.
But then he met you.
Kakyoin wanted to say that it was love at first sight. He wanted a cute story that he could tell your children when you got older. He wanted to look his little boy or girl in the eyes and talk about how he knew you were the one from the moment he laid eyes on you. He liked to imagine the wonder in their eyes as he explained the butterflies in his chest when you made your way to him across the busy streets in Singapore, and the pounding of his heart- as if it was going to stop from sheer excitement. That’s what he wanted. Instead he had a story about how you decked him so hard you almost decapitated him, then proceeded to try to kill his friends.
He would leave that part out.
You had knocked him off his feet- literally- and he couldn’t stop himself as he fell for you. Kakyoin wasn’t sure if he would have wanted to stop himself if he had the chance to.
‘Ugh’ He lamented in his brain, ‘I sound like some lovesick fool’
You’d only been traveling with the Crusaders for a couple of weeks, surely that wasn’t enough time to develop feelings for someone. That’s what the redhead tried to tell himself anyway, but here he was, having only known you for a handful of days and having such jealous thoughts that he could feel his blood pressure rise. He hadn’t even confessed to you! You were none the wiser to his feelings so he shouldn’t be getting jealous over the possibility of losing someone that wasn’t even his.
“How long have you been out here?” Jotaro’s gruff voice filled the silence of the night, bolt clicking as he slid the door shut behind him.
Okay so at least he hadn’t been standing there for too long. Maybe.
“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe an hour or two?” His statement sounded more like a question than anything. He’d gone outside sometime after Jotaro went to bed and that had been around 9pm maybe. Okay how long had he been out here? “What time is it?”
“Midnight”
Shit.
Alright so he had it a lot worse than he thought he did. Kakyoin turned his head when Jotaro leaned against the railing, his lighter clicking as he lit a cigarette before wordlessly offering one to his roommate. Kakyoin's eyes flitted between the carton and Jotaro’s face. Finally deciding to say ‘fuck it’ and accepted one of the smokes. This trip had more of a chance of killing him than a singular cigarette. If he knew anything he knew not to snub any act of kindness from Jotaro because the hulking teen was liable to take it personal.
The first drag he took from the cigarette practically killed him. He damn near hacked up a lung, having to beat on his chest in hopes of regaining his ability to breathe. When Kakyoin heard the quiet chuckle originating from Jotaro he almost felt like a normal high schooler, sneaking smokes behind his parents back. Part of him expected Jotaro to pull a dirty magazine out from behind his coat but this wasn’t the normal teenage experience- not to mention he wasn’t sure if Jotaro could feel more than one emotion at once.
“You were thinking about them again weren’t you?”
He was also convinced that nothing was scarier than when Jotaro decided to start analyzing things.
“Am I that obvious?” Kakyoin bowed his head, thinking he was slick in the way he snuck another glimpse at your balcony. The light was still on. That sour feeling was creeping back into his chest.
“You look like you’re going to jump across the balcony” Jotaro didn’t turn from his spot looking over the city, “and unless Hierophant is just enjoying the breeze then yes, you’re painfully obvious”
“Wha- when did Hierophant-?” Kakyoin’s head whipped behind him to see his stand seething silently behind him. He pursed his lips as he dismissed his stand.
“Don’t start pouting Kakyoin”
“Stop using Star Platinum to spy on me!” He finally caught a faint glimpse of purple blending into Jotaro’s head. That sneaky asshole!
“Shut the hell up, you’re going to wa-”
“Are you two okay?”
Kakyoin froze when he heard that lovely, exhausted voice. He wishes he hadn’t turned around because he knows the instant he looked at you he got this dumb look on his face. Your hair was a complete mess, tousled as if you had been tossing and turning for a while. Your balled fist rubbed at a sleep heavy eye. Gradually Kakyoin’s eyes drifted down to the loose tank top that practically hung off of your body and then right down to those pajama pants that were hardly hanging on your hips. The teen was conflicted between feeling grateful for having the chance to see your sleepwear once more and letting his envy towards Polnareff take the reins. Seriously, how did the French fucker manage to sign his name first?
“Go back in, it’s none of your business” Jotaro’s gruff attitude had returned, every ounce of his earlier playfulness having vanished along with the cigarette but he flicked off of the balcony.
“Oh” You hummed, reaching up to scratch your neck, “I just heard a noise and figured I’d check on you guys.”
“W-we’re fine!” Kakyoin answered too quickly, cringing at the volume of his voice “Yeah, it was nothing” He repeated, face as red as his hair.
“Alright then. Well, goodnight Kakyoin. You too Jotaro.” And just like that you disappeared back into your room like a beautiful vision.
“Christ, you’re hopeless” Jotaro grumbled, turning to retreat to his own room now that his nicotine craving had been sated.
Kakyoin didn’t miss the small smirk on his friend’s face.
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“Are you alright?”
“I wish everyone would stop asking that,’ You didn’t mean to snap, especially not at Kakyoin. He’d been nothing but patient with you. Kakyoin meant so much to you, hell he was the whole reason you were going through this living hell, and here you were snapping at him like it was nothing. Pfft, you shouldn’t get worked up. Kakyoin would forget about the incident by the next loop anyway.
“(Y/n), I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Violet eyes locked with yours and suddenly you couldn’t stand the sight. You couldn’t see the love that they held for you, or the worry. All you could see was the hollow death that always clouded his eyes by the end of the night.
Something was wrong, you felt it deep in your chest. It was a heavy feeling, like a ball of lead was sinking down towards your stomach, ripping through your guts until you were left clutching your stomach- gasping for some sort of breath while trying not choke on the bile rising in your throat. Flashes of the mangled water tower filled your vision. All you could see was water, bloody water and you could hear shouting. You think it was your own, judging by the pain in your throat.
The feeling of hands wrapping around your wrists caused you to snap- tearing yourself away from whoever tried to restrain you. To you, you weren’t on a quiet street. You were right back up on that rooftop. You were fighting to get to Kakyoin, you had to get to him! He still had a chance-
“(Y/n)!” A shout of your name and a tighter grip around your wrists snapped you from your panic. Blinking through the tears you were eventually able to focus enough to make out Kayoin’s furrowed brow. He was alive. He was breathing. You couldn’t give up on him, there was a way to save him. Your time loops didn’t apply to unchangeable fates, you knew this much, so the fact that you came back to this day over and over was the only shred of hope you had. The only hope to assure you that there was still something that could be done.
“Kakyoin I-I… Let.. let me go” You tried to steel your voice but you couldn’t help the way it shuddered. You sounded weak. Pathetic.
“What’s going on with you?” Your love whispered, trying to bring you closer to him even as you tried to put space between the two of you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t-
“I said let go!” You cried, finally yanking yourself away again.
In that moment it became obvious that you shouldn’t have looked up. That look of hurt on Kayoin’s face- he looked as if you had just crushed his very heart, and honestly you may as well have. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms, to run your hands through his hair and murmur how everything would be okay. You wanted to warn him about his demise, so that maybe he would stand some sort of chance (You already tried and it didn’t work, the solution was never that simple.) More than anything you just want the chance to hold him in your arms as the sun rises.
That look of hurt was carved into your memory as you stormed past the rest of stunned crusaders.
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By loop 40 you could accurately recite every single word of D’Arby’s speech. You found yourself repeating each word under your breath, ignoring the odd looks you received from Joseph and Jotaro as Kakyoin battled for his soul. You could pinpoint the exact moment in which your love admits defeat and his soul is pulled from him by Atum. Even after 40 days of watching the same scene you were still unnerved by the sight of it all. Maybe you should have been desensitized by now but you couldn’t look at his doll. You just couldn’t.
By loop 60 the lines of reality were beginning to blurr. You were becoming more and more aware of the cracks appearing on the wood-like surface of your stand. Your poor Second Chances had definitely seen much better days. The longest number of loops you’d gone through was 34 and the same stress fractures had began to show up back then. You were wondering what would happen first: Your stand’s destruction or your victory.
You were betting on your stand’s destruction.
You lost count of the chimes at this point. They were lasting all day. You couldn’t talk without the deafening chimes overshadowing your voice. You had to scream to hear yourself; It was only when you would receive bewildered stares would you remember that you were the only one that could hear the bells. Oh well. They’d forget by tomorrow anyway, right? Everything would go right back to normal tomorrow. You would open your eyes in that street once again only to see Kakyoin welcomed back with open arms and smiles. You wished he would have stayed in the hospital. He should have stayed and continued healing; Kakyoing could have been safe and sound, and maybe you would have been the one to die instead.
Maybe you would have died instead.
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You felt oddly at peace. Even with the chiming bells to serenade you into hell, you felt as if you were floating. Second Chances was on its last legs, you could see it, you could feel it. You had enough strength in you left for one last fight and you hoped that you would make this one count. You had no choice, Kakyoin’s life depended on you. If you were able to buy him enough time to change his plan, then maybe that would be enough to change his course.
“Well buddy” You sighed, eyes locked on the bulky silhouette of none other than Dio himself, “Here goes nothing” Your stand made a wonky ticking noise in response and you finally left your hiding spot.
This was a suicide mission. It didn’t appear as if you had much of a choice anymore though. You had tried over and over again to save Kakyoin and yourself, but every single time he died in the same gruesome way. You wanted your happy ending, you wanted to walk away hand in hand with your beloved but maybe it was time you realized that maybe you just weren’t meant to have your happy ending. Second Chances gave you the ability to complete an objective, to fix a mistake. You were never guaranteed to walk away unscathed.
“What’s this?”
You held your chin high as Dio turned to focus on you. An immediate cold chill ran down your back. Maybe this was what was meant to be.
There were the bells again.
“I knew you were delusional but facing me alone? You must have a death wish don’t you, you fool” Golden eyes gleamed at you in the streetlights.
As you approached the vampire you wondered how quick your death would be. Dio was a sadistic son of a bitch and you’d be surprised if he spared you the slightest bit of mercy. Of course, that would only mean that you weren’t worthy of his time and that defeated the whole purpose. The others needed time and if you went down in a couple of minutes, well that would be pathetic.
“You’re awfully quiet. What? Are you scared? If you’d like I’ll let you run away, so you can show everyone just how much of a coward you are”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You asked, finally finding your voice. “I bet you’d love to watch me run away just so you could kill me with my back turned. I hate to tell you Dio but if you’re going to kill me then you’re going to look me in the damn eyes.”
“I’ll take pleasure in feeling your final breath leaving your body” You were greeted by a fanged grin, followed by The World lunging straight at you, going for the kill immediately. You hardly had time to brace Second Chances in front of you, grunting at the force of what felt like a truck running you over.
Your teeth pierced your lip as you tried to hold back a scream as your left arm snapped with little resistance. You knew you were in bad shape but this was fucking ridiculous. With your injured arm clutched close to your chest you managed to dodge under a punch that probably would have killed you and took off in the opposite direction. If you’d learned anything from Joseph it was how to run.
And you ran like hell.
You weren’t stupid enough to run back into the lion’s den, and if you were being honest your distraction plan flew right out the window as soon as your arm snapped. Your stand didn’t aid you too much physically so you were on your own as you sprinted through the back alleys of Cairo, distinctly aware of the predatory presence looming not far behind. So this was how he was going to play the game. He could kill you at any moment but he was taunting you. Dio stayed just far enough to set you on edge, but unfortunately all it really did was piss you off.
“Come on bastard, let’s fucking fight then,” You growled
Here goes nothing.
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The car was too bright. If he wasn’t painfully aware of the throbbing in his head and entire body Kakyoin would have thought that maybe he was dead. As far as he knew, though, Heaven didn’t look like an ambulance and didn’t smell like antiseptic. All things considered he could have been in worse condition. He was battered up to all hell but compared to Polnareff next to him he was in great condition. He had to give him credit, Polnareff had been through hell and back but he was still kicking.
The two of them were in Car 1 headed straight to the hospital while Jotaro and the crew in Car 2 still had to get rid of Dio’s remains. He could hear from the squawking on the radio that they were attempting some sort of transfusion. It was easy to hear Jotaro’s voice boom out over the speaker and even half dead, Kakyoin managed to smirk. To anyone else Jotaro sounded pissed beyond belief but the redhead knew better; The other teen was worried sick about his grandfather but would never verbally admit it. It was kind of sweet.
Now there was only one member left missing.
They hadn’t seen you since the fight with Dio began. Kakyoin could have sworn that you had been keeping pace with himself and Mr.Joestar but once they made it to the rooftops you were nowhere in sight. That had been hours ago and any attempt to locate you had turned up empty. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have some sort of divination power like Mr.Joestar. Even if it was for the worst he couldn’t stand not knowing where you were.
“Kakyoin, you need to get some rest. Your body has been through a lot.” The medic said softly, as he checked over his vitals again.
All he was able to respond with garbled nonsense, although to himself it sounded more like, “Where’s (Y/n)”, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Maybe he should rest.
The medic could only spare him a sympathetic glance before the radio buzzed to life once more.
“Car 1, this is Car 2. How fast can we get a third car on scene, we think we’ve found a body. It’s looks to be (Y/n) (L/n)”
Now that got his attention. Kakyoin groaned as he sluggishly turned on to his side, pulling at his IV in an attempt to maneuver himself into a sitting position while the two medics tried to force him back down. “Let me talk to them! I have to talk to (Y/n)” He cried, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, whether it was from the pain or the relief of finding you, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he needed to tell you how much he loved you, he had so much he needed to say! He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know you were okay.
“P-please, just let me… I ne-need to tal-” He couldn’t keep this up much longer, he could already see the black cloud swimming in his vision.
The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was “We can’t get a pulse. (Y/n) (L/n) is dead”
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When you felt yourself begin to come to you were expecting to hear the sharp ringing of bells. You expected to feel the hot Egyptian sun beating down on you and to open your eyes the Crusaders once more.
You didn’t.
Instead of bells you could hear the beeping of a heart monitor. Bright, fluorescent lights blinded you from behind your eyelids and you could feel the scratchy hospital bed sheets underneath your arms. That was weird, this wasn’t part of the loop.
This wasn’t part of the loop.
You shot up in bed with a gasp, immediately crying out when you felt what must have been stitches pulled with the rushed movement of your back. The next thing you noticed was your arm wrapped tightly in a plaster cast..oh yeah. You slung the blanket over yourself pausing when you looked down at your legs. From the knee down your right leg was solid metal. You gave an experimental flex of your toes, cringing at the way the contraption looked. What had even happened to you? You couldn’t remember anything past having your back slashed open. You had attempted to blindside Dio during the chase but he’d ended up nearly fileting you. You were confused on how you’d even survived in the first place.
You were caught off guard by a startled noise beside you. Familiar red hair greeted your vision and oh god, was that a beautiful sight to see. Kakyoin was staring back at you with wide violet eyes as if he was staring at a ghost. The teen was reclined in a wheelchair, his body covered in bandage upon bandage. It was obvious that you hadn’t prevented him from getting hurt but he was still with you, that’s all that mattered to you.
“You’re awake…” The teen murmured in disbelief, tears already begging to drip down his cheeks as he rolled himself closer to your bed
“Oh come on, you’re acting like I died or something” You hummed with a laugh, faltering at Kakyoin’s grim expression.
“The last thing I heard before I passed out was that you were dead” Your love mumbled, hands clasped together in his lap. “I thought that I’d missed my chance to tell you just how much you mean to me. I thought- I thought you were-”
“Hey..” You began softly, reaching your uninjured hand towards him, smiling when he took it. “You should know better than anyone that you can’t get rid of that easily. Besides, I always get my second chance” You smiled, bringing yourself to press a kiss to his knuckles.
“You don’t understand how scared I was” Kakyoin whimpered through a laugh
“Oh no,” you ground out, “I think I’ve got an idea”
“Hey Kakyoin?”
“Yes?”
“Will you cover my leg back up? It’s starting to creep me out.”
S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>
So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!
Warnings: Language
Bucciarati (Fluff):
-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever)
-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping.
-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.
-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.
-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms.
-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind.
-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret.
Abbacchio (Fluff):
-You may not notice, but god, does he.
-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out.
-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell
-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm.
-(He do be warm tho ngl)
-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him.
-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.)
Mista (Fluff):
-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you.
-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it.
-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!
-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off.
-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair.
-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it.
-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening
-He is NOT stinky JFC
Fugo:
-Whaaaaat are you doing?
-Oh, you’re asleep.
-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG
-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....
-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you.
-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute
-you’ve won him over.
-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute.
-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something.
-Only because you asked for it tho
Narancia:
-Nani in tarnation is goin on?
-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds*
-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie)
-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.)
-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?
-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.)
-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs
-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held.
-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite
Giorno-
-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper.
-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on)
-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay.
-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you.
-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms.
-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft)
-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry
-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess
Trish:
-Who tf is waking her up?
-oh, it’s you
-Oh, you’re hugging her
-OH, You’re still asleep.
-O H, you’re fucking cute!
-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her.
-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.
-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds
-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same*
-It’s revolting and I love it.
Joseph (Fluff):
-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”) But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!
-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!
-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up.
-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders.
-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now.
-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy.
-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it
Josuke:
-He’s already cuddly bb
-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake
-Oh god he cry
-He cry so hard
-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.
-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.)
-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you.
-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses
-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone
-He is
-so GOD damn soft I love him
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hello! if requests are open, cld i request smth with kaeya? maybe hes been his usual self and kinda bratty all day trying to get on your nerves because he wants you to snap and fully break him down and rail him until he cant think🤤if you dont do dom reader then u can disregard this! either way im loving ur writing already!🤍
HI I LOVE DOM READER SO THIS JSUT MADE ME GO-
Hope you don’t mind but I made it ambiguous as to whether reader has a dick or strapon, so let your imagination go wild~ (I also added some overstimulation for extra spice 👀)
Oh you are going to have fun with this one.
If you think you do well with brats and taming them- Well, you’re about to get a whole new challenge with Kaeya.
He’s the type to go full on exhibitionist with you- Straight up fondling you while eating dinner at Good Hunter, smacking your ass passing you in the Favonius HQ, whispering naughty words in your ear while standing under the statue of Barbatos...While the Sister is practically right next to you.
He does it all in the name of getting property railed, and boy do you deliver.
You let him think he’s won as you drag him back to your shared home- He’s got this triumphant smirk on those pretty lips when you slam the door shut and shove him against it, and it isn’t long before you’re claiming them for your own.
He’s shameless with his moans. Kaeya makes sure you know exactly what you’re doing to him, whether or not he’s been a brat all day. What can he say? He loves you, despite all the pretenses, and he loves how you make him feel.
He’s under the impression this is going to be just like any other session- Ones where you fuck him fast and rough, leaving bruises in your wake, lips red and swollen after every encounter. He loves the feeling of being sore the day after, an ever constant reminder of the power you hold over him and his body behind closed doors…
Buuut he’s still going to be a brat today it seems, because he chances another smack at your ass, and that has you growling in frustration. You need to punish him tonight, it seems, and you drag him to the bedroom to do just that…
It’s been hours now, and Kaeya thinks he can’t possibly take anymore.
The bedsheets are ruined with his cum- He’s lost count of how many times it’s been, each orgasm crossing the threshold of pleasure and right into pain after the third. You were relentless, though, and kept slamming into his ass with reckless abandon, hand firm around his cock as you kept stroking in a just as quick pace. You leaned over his back, since he was on his knees, and bit his ear, earning you another loud whimper.
“What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this? Wanted to cum? Well, now you can cum all you want, since you were so insistent on it all day today!” You teased and mocked, only getting spurred on harder by Kaeya’s unintelligible babbling. You were clear on having a safeword and safe tap, should words fail him like this- So far, he hasn’t used either, so you kept going.
He rocked back against each slap of your hips together, cumming without warning for what he thinks is the sixth time tonight. Fortunately for Kaeya, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, it wouldn’t be his last. At least, it was far from it if the insistent and constant thrusts from you were any indication.
It was going to be a long night. The Quartermaster might need to call out of work tomorrow...
character x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw
additional notes: i’m pretty tall myself (please i practically tower over everybody in-game besides diluc, kaeya, zhongli and childe) so this request was a big yes for me!! requested by a lovely anon. thank you for requesting ♡ i feel like these are too short but i hope you like these hcs!
albedo doesn’t even bat an eye at your obvious height difference
height or any physical feature doesn’t matter to him in a relationship, he’s more interested in personality and compatability in terms of hobbies
try your best to tease him and poke fun at his height but he’ll just offer you a deadpan expression
has no shame and will bluntly ask for your help. unfortunately, you’re his new step ladder and you are obliged to help him at any time, whether you are in the middle of an important task or if it’s dawn and you wish to sleep
will appear randomly and drag you to his workshop, ignoring your protests
“ah, there you are. i need you to help me reach the jar of sweet flowers.”
secretly loves it when you backhug him! it makes him melt into your arms and if you’re lucky, you might see the tips of his ears turn pink. he can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy in the security of your embrace, especially since you’re tall enough to perfectly rest your head on his
if you’re walking up a flight of stairs together, albedo will stop abruptly on a higher step and steal a kiss.
he’ll smirk smugly, his mischievous side showing through, while watching your jaw drop, face turning progressively redder when he leans in to kiss you again
naturally curious, and probably has some strange experiment involving your height, pestering you with question after question, speaking so quickly that you have to remind him to breathe
when you walk together, you tend to speed up, and albedo will sometimes struggle to keep up. he’ll tug on your hand, his way of asking you to slow down, and no words need to be exchanged for you to understand immediately
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tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
1k special!! thank you all sm for 1k followers 🥺 i’m genuinely shocked lol i never thought so many people would want to read my hcs and stuff. tysm! <33 here’s a fic as a little thank you from me to you.
i decided to go with a pretty common trope, but in my own style! enjoy!!
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The first time Kaeya wants to kiss you is after a long night at the tavern.
He’s more than a little tipsy, and the sounds of everyone talking in the background are starting to blend together. In the midst of everything, he can clearly make out your figure sitting across from him, your laughter ringing in his ears. He can’t help but grin himself, telling himself the blush in his cheeks is because of the wine.
“I think we need to get you home, mister,” you say, a smile lingering on your lips. “You’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, darling,” he slurs, not fighting back when you lift him from his seat. “C’mon, let me go, ‘m fine.”
“Sure you are. Let’s get you out of here before you embarrass yourself.”
“What? Who do you take me for?”
You simply shake your head in amusement as you wave goodbye to the bartender. Kaeya sighs when you open the door, letting the cool air wash over his hot face.
You two begin to make your way down the quiet streets of Monstadt. Kaeya stumbles multiple times, attempting to play it off each time.
He laughs when you scold him, turning to tap the tip of your nose. “Oh? Are you worried about me?”
“Yes, I’m worried about you hurting yourself and having to explain to people what happened,” you sigh, dragging him toward his home. “I mean, you’re the Cavalry Captain, Kaeya. What will people think when you tell them you got hurt by tripping over yourself?”
“I think it would be charming.” He grins at the glare you send him. “What, you don’t?”
“Never mind. Go ahead and fall all you want.”
“Hey!”
Somehow, you two eventually make it to his house. You fish the key out of his pocket, fumbling with it as you try to open the door. As Kaeya watches you twist the key and push the door open, the streetlight casting a slight glow onto your face, he feels the warmth in his cheeks spread throughout his body.
After studying your face for a moment, his eyes land on your lips. His breath hitches.
“—aeya? Hey, Kaeya! Gods, you must really be out of it.” You shoulder his weight with a grunt and lead him inside. Kaeya seems to be in some sort of daze as he tries to figure out what’s going on with himself, thoughts racing along with his heart.
Am I just too drunk? Was my drink spiked? Is someone after me? Am I dying?
After feeling you tuck him in with a hushed goodnight, watching you slip out the front door, a terrifying realization hits him.
He’s fallen for you.
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OOFT. As soon as I saw you asking for thirst posts I came running. Imagine Bakugou being busy all fucking day, ignoring you. So as he finishes his workout for the day with Kirishima he checks his phone to see you’ve sent him a lewd photo. Imagine how red his cheeks would be as he opens it in public in front of his friend. Boy might run straight into the locker room, palming himself at the thought of you- 🥵🥵🥵
You’re such a saint you know that?
(つ≧▽≦)つ
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To be honest, he probably forgot the had a girlfriend until the moment he opens that message and he feels his soul exit good body.
He’s hot sweaty and hyped up on testosterone, you’re really sending him a picture of your pussy soaking through your panties? It’s so wet the material is practically sheer, he can see it clinging to your clit with your hands inches away telling him you’ve been getting off while he’s away. In an instant he’s thinking about the lewd gasps you always make when you touch yourself for him and the obscene sound of your poor little pussy being fucked it Oblivion by your own fingers. That wet sound of your slick bring rubbed over your clit an-
“You okay bakubro?”
Then he remembers that Kirishima is in the same room as him, directly behind him to be exact as the redhead comes to check on him. Bakugou is in immediate feral mode barking and growling at his best friend to back the fuck up in fear that he’s seen what’s meant for his eyes only. And then when he notes how red his face is he looks angry enough to die on the spot from a rise in blood pressure.
“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING RED YOU DUMBASS, WE’VE BEEN SPARRING FOR TWO HOURS!”
He’s literally raging with white eyes for a good five minutes before Kirishima backs off the other side of the gym to bench press. Then Bakugou takes the opportunity to scurry of into the day end of the locker room only to see you’ve sent him a video of this playing with yourself and that’s when he loses all self-control.
He’s in a stall with the bottom of his shirt in his mouth, a hand down his pants are the video playing, matching the furious pace of your fingers diving into your cunt until he comes all over the phone. Bakugou doesn’t respond to your messages when he’s done, he tucks his cock back in his pants and excuses himself from his without session with Kirishima telling him something has come up. Then he’s like a bat out of hell, trying to get home as soon as possible so he can fuck you into the mattress until you’re sobbing as a punishment for distracting him.
⠀CREPUS HORNY THOUGHTS BC IM VIBINGGG
⠀LOVE U muAH @milfzhongli
⠀Feat: Implied Fem-bodied reader, but I dont think i explicitly mentioned any parts, Soft dom / service dom Crepus, Crepus calls the reader sweet things like, ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’, they don’t actually fuck here ok but trust me its still really hot, grinding basically, Crepus is so good he fr makes you cum in your pants im not kidding, Love 💞💞💞
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Ilysm, just gotta start there. Have you ever considered insecure Bakugou? Kid grew up being the strongest and the best and now he's around equals he's low key scared he's not good enough. Got the biggest praise kink with his SO, tell him how much you liked watching his fight, how good he feels, how you want to kiss and lick at his tiddies and he's just gone. 🖤🧡🖤💥
So Bakugou unashamedly thinks he’s the best at everything, and even if he doesn’t think he’s the best at something he’ll still give his all regardless because Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t half ass anything.
It’s the times where he tries his hardest and fails when he feels most insecure. It inflates his ego to no end to hear praise from you. Whether it’s just you telling him what a good job he did at something or telling him he looks good today. He’ll usually brush it off with a “piss off” or “whatever, dumbass.” But really, those little comments from you can make his entire day, his heart beating fast.
The times when you’re alone together it’s a lot different. Bakugou accepts your compliments with less of a fight. Gentle caresses, fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes as you lean up to give him a sultry kiss. “You were so amazing today, Katsuki. So powerful.” You whisper against his lips and he’s gone, hands gripping your hips tight as he smashes his lips down on yours harder, fingers digging into your supple skin, sure to leave marks.
“Damn right I’m the best, Baby.” He says it in the hopes you’ll continue to compliment him. Stroking his ego further.
“I love when you wear this, you look so sexy.” Your fingers brushing against the tight material of his muscle shirt, running your fingers over his pecs. You can feel his nipples pebbling under the thin material, squeezing his pecs gently as you begin to kiss down his neck. Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, puffing out his chest slightly as you continue to rub your hands along it.
When Bakugou is jealous you’re in for a wild ride, he has no qualms about stepping in between you and a potential competitor, swearing at them with palms sparking as he drags you away. “Fucking pathetic extra-” Bakugou gets really annoyed with himself internally over his jealousy sometimes, regretting reacting so harshly and dragging you away, letting his temper get the better of him. Worried you’re going to get sick of his attitude and dump him, completely unaware that his behaviour is a huge turn on. Your words instantly reassuring him, making him feel better. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you.”
Sometimes you don’t even make it as far as his/your room. Instead he tugs you into an empty classroom or quiet alley/hallway. Slamming you against the wall as he lowers his face to your own, “Do I have to remind you who the fuck you belong to?”
“No, Katsuki. I’m all yours.” Hearing those words give an even bigger stroke to his ego, his hands moving along your curves before they rest on your ass, bringing you closer to him.
“No one could make you feel like I make you feel,” Bakugou growls into your ear, slipping his fingers under your skirt to brush against your clothed slit.
“There’s no one better than you, ‘Suki.” Your words sending a pulsing heat straight to his cock.
Kaeya: I made tea.
Diluc: I don’t want tea.
Kaeya: I didn’t make you tea. This is my tea.
Diluc: Then why did you tell me?
Kaeya: It’s a conversation starter.
Diluc: It’s a horrible conversation starter.
Kaeya: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.
cat dad zhonks has been living in my head rent free & i just wanna say the hourlyzhongli twitter acc has validated the idea. miss milky canon confirmed
Please go off about the Zhongli having a cat
OK IM-
Zhongli has never owned any pets in his life. Too busy. Now that he's "mortal" he has more vacation time
He finds a little white cat outside the parlor all dirty and crying. Ofc he can't just leave the poor thing??
He washes her up and talks to it like it's another human. Saying things like "you're quite filthy little one, did you roll in the dirt?"
Afterwards he has some nice fish laid out for the cat, like some high quality fish because such a fine young lady deserves a wonderful meal. The cat sits on the far end of the table with a little tiny fancy bowl to eat out of out. He thinks of her as a special guest, not really expecting to keep her.
It starts pouring and Zhongli feels bad sending her out now so he keeps her overnight. The cat finds it's way into his bed and curls up on his chest. Shes all soft and warm and the purring is so soothing.
The next day he sets up breakfast for her and continues to talk to her, asking her how breakfast is and listing the ingredients and their importance to flavoring the dish. It genuinely feels like he's happy to talk to the little cat.
Long story short, he can't bare to part with her so he ends up keeping her. He spends every waking moment trying to come up with a name. I'd say realistically he'd come up with a special name with a beautiful meaning, but my self indulgence wants to say he named her Miss Milky bc she had a little milk beard once and it made him laugh (I really dont want to go looking for names ok).
Yes, you have to put the "miss" in front of the name bc you have to be respectful to the young lady; it's part of her name.
Miss Milky goes EVERYWHERE with him except outside the city; it's too dangerous for her there. She either follows him or is carried around. He goes to an important meeting and miss milky is in his lap, purring and smiling a cat grin.
Pays way too much mora on her. A single toy costs enough to have several different dishes at the most expensive restaurant. Miss Milky is absolutely spoiled with the best. Plus zhongli has never owned a cat so he wasn't exactly sure what she'd like so he got everything that was recommended to him.
She sleeps with him too. All the time. Usually cradled in his arms, laying on top of his chest, or nestled in the crook of his neck. She does have a nice cat bed but hardly uses it. Zhongli has gotten used to sleeping on his back now.
Literally spends time with her?? Someone invites him to dinner and he denies saying he already has plans and it's just him taking a stroll with miss milky like he promised when he left.
Does she get cute little accessories? Damn right. She has a cute little collar with a bell and a bow he puts in her fur on special occasions. When winter comes she also has a little hand knitted sweater that probably costs more than you could afford..
Do not mess with his cat. You'll die. A dog barking at her? Zhongli does not abuse animals but he can strike fear into it with once glance. You just some bum insulting a man for loving his cat? Calling her a pest? Don't even come back to his parlor or associate yourself with him ever again.
Zhongli is the meme of the samurai holding a sword protecting his cat. That's the dynamic.
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