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bisexualcage · 7 months

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Stunt Work | Johnny Cage x Trans Male

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Male Reader (trans male/masc)

Summary: you’re a stunt double working on one of Johnny’s films, he’s annoying to work with and you think you both mutually hate each other…at least you thought.

Warnings: NSWF! 🔞 MDNI!!, mentions of afab anatomy, there’s almost no plot but I tried my best so it’s a little layered.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/C: I didn’t really proof read this a whole lot, so ignore any errors pls <3

Part 2 here <-

“Alright, Cage, you gotta commit to it man stop flaking— grab his shoulder, flip him over and leg lock.” The director instructed Johnny who was shirtless, sweating and in an overall fussy mood because he couldn’t for some reason commit to performing the stunt on you all the way.

“Hop off my sack, man. I’m trying.” Johnny breathed heavily.

“If I may-“ you tried to put in a word of advice but it was quickly shut down.

“Listen, G.I Joe, zip it-“ Johnny barked, all cocky.

“You both been acting like cats and dogs all day, cut it out!” He yelled and then turned to Johnny, “What’s gotten in to you? You’re literally a martial artist, an actor, and you keep stopping at a simple leg lock?” The director whispered at him, patting his back.

The director not reprimanding his shitty behavior and only talking about his stunt block made you scoff loudly.

Johnny gave you a brief look before looking away and shaking his head, “I know I am, I’m the best there is— I’m Johnny Cage for god’s sake.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, another take! We’re gonna get this!” The director yelled.

You rolled your eyes and got to position, as well as Johnny getting in to fighting stance in front of you.

“Action!”

Johnny started throwing his moves at you, you dodged them successfully and then the sequence he struggled was next. He grabbed your shoulder, flipping you over on to the padded floor harshly which made you groan, and then finally performing the leg lock on you— extending your leg between his thighs on the floor as you grunted. You thought he finally got the move down until you felt something firm against your thigh as he kept it in a hold. You hesitantly look down and notice that between his legs was a rock hard erection making you go completely still and your eyes widen. Of course, he noticed your reaction and he immediately let you go and stood up with an embarrassed look on his face. A blush covering his cheeks as his shades hid part of his face.

“Way to go, Johnny! That’s my boy!” The director yelled.

You got up from the padded floor and cleared your throat, a heat coming from your neck. Not really looking at him as you were ready to run off set to your trailer.

“Are we done?” You look at the director and ignore Johnny’s flushed face.

“Yes yes, go ahead and take your breaks.” He patted an immovable Johnny’s back.

Without even a second thought you rushed to your trailer, a bunch of feelings and thoughts flooding your head. You were confused as to why you felt an attraction to the asshole, you were supposed to hate his guts, right? But now, since it’s pretty obvious he didn’t wanna do a leg lock all day was because he didn’t wanna reveal the rock hard boner he got in that position with you it made any rationality of in your head vanish.

An hour passed since you were trying to relax in your trailer, that is until you heard a few firm knocks on your door making you jolt and walk to it.

“Listen, if the stunt needs more rehearsing I might shoot myself-“ your words caught at the back of your throat as you saw a showered Johnny in front of you with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

“Easy, G.I Joe. It’s me.” He grinned at you.

“No- we ain’t doing this shit. You cannot just knock on my door with a smile and expect me to forget how much of an insufferable dick you’ve been.” You went to close the door on his face but he shoved his foot in and firmly moved his way in.

“What the-“

“Unclench your ass, I just need to talk.” He walked in with his hands in his pockets, he was wearing slacks and a navy blue dress shirt with his usual shades.

You slam the door closed as you turn around and near him, “The only reason why I’m letting you in is because I need this damn job— I would have kicked your ass by now.”

Johnny smirked, completely not phased by your red angry face, taking his shades off and looking in to your eyes with his big brown warm eyes. “Listen, I know I was a bit of a dick but I like you despite our quarrels on set. It’s an eat dog eat dog world out there, baby.”

You scoff loudly, “Baby?”, a redness in your face.

Johnny walked around your trailer, looking at your room and decorations on the walls. “Never had anyone call you pet names huh, stud?”

You shake your head and follow behind him, “Forget that. Why the hell did you have a boner when you did a leg lock on me?”

His cocky smile suddenly falters as he turns around to meet your eyes, his face uneasy. “That’s what I came to chitchat about. I’d appreciate if you didn’t go around to gossip about that. It wouldn’t be good press.”

You laugh dryly, “So you didn’t come to explain yourself but rather save your ass?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “I’m a star, I don’t need any bs like that getting out there you understand? Plus, do you honestly think I could have controlled what happened?”

You shake your head, “That’s not the point. You know how many accidental boners I’ve experienced while doing stunt work? There’s friction when doing stunts it happens, it nothing perverted, But all of the actors I’ve worked with have apologized, just out of decency.”

Johnny actually stayed quiet, pondering on what to say, “I’m…I apologize. You know, I don’t usually apologize— I’ve been so out of it today and you being around just messed with my focus.”

You approach him more, “You’re blaming me for not being able to perform a stunt? I was distracting you?” You say bitterly.

“I’m not blaming you. Only explaining. I- I didn’t want to do the stunt all the way because I knew the second I got you on that leg lock…you’d feel it.” He looks away, a hint of vulnerability for the first time all day.

You sit down on a chair, taking a deep breath, “It wasn’t the friction.” He continued, looking at you with a certain emotion that you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“What-“

“It was you. Moment you walked on set.” He played with the rings on his fingers, a more serious look on his face.

There was a warmth that overtook your body, a shock. “But-“ you were cut off.

“Just let me get this out alright, G.I Joe? I know what it looks like; ‘Johnny Cage getting a boner over another guy’, it’s not ideal for my image. It’s not ideal for Hollywood if it got out that their poster boy for masculinity, heterosexuality and womanizing was…not necessarily that all along.” He swallowed deeply now, sitting down next to you and looking away.

“…I guess you’re more layered than I thought. A dick with shades of gray.” You say, trying to be somewhat lighthearted at the rather shocking truth.

Johnny chuckled softly playing with his hands, “I am a dick sometimes, that I don’t deny. But the truth is, most of what people see is a facade— As most publicity of actors in hollywood is. I was raised in to this industry to fit a certain mold and you do it long enough you sort of become that regardless…” he trailed off, now looking at you, “As corny as it is, I haven’t felt a more genuine attraction in years.”

You blush, taking a deep breath, “So, have you always liked guys? Or is this something…new?”

Johnny thinks deeply, “Always. I get with anyone really. I’m an actor, of course I’ve gotten with dudes.” He grins at you, a hopeful look in his eyes that urged you to elaborate on your own thoughts.

“I guess we finally found some type of common ground Hollywood, I’m pretty…fruity.” You cheese.

“You are..?” His brown eyes turned to a dark color suddenly, a sort of hungry expression in his face. “And you…fancy me also, right? I see it in your face…”

You take a deep breath, “Careful with the ego but yes.” You chuckle, “Think I was…quite mad that your little slip up on set didn’t turn me off.”

Suddenly you feel his hand on your knee, his thumb grazing over your pants, “Come on then stud…we both want it.” He says in a deep husky voice.

A shiver runs down you leg, “Isn’t it unprofessional to get involved with- with coworkers?”

He chuckles, “Oh sweetie, unprofessional is my middle name.”, he glided his hand up your thigh now, studying your every expression as he did.

“Good point…” you breathe faster, a warm feeling festering in your lower abdomen.

“Shhh…shhh.” He whispered, “Let me just…I’ve been harboring a boner all day because of you, we’re doing this…” he trailed off, his hand now reaches the button on your jeans undoing it.

“Wait I-“ you stand up in a slight panic, “There’s something I gotta say before we proceed…”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at you, confused and stands up with you, studying your face.

You start pacing around, “I’m trans. A trans guy. I just wanted to say something before we-“

Johnny chuckled softly, a relief on his face, “Sweetheart, I thought you were gonna tell me something horrific.” He touches his chest, “Don’t worry about it, stud.”

Your face turns amused, “Are- are you sure you know what I’m saying?”

Johnny approaches you now, rubbing the back of your neck with his warm hand, “You’re a trans man, I understand. But a man nonetheless.”

You grow goosebumps as he touches you, “That doesn’t bothe-“

“It doesn’t, This is Hollywood baby, you know how many different folks I’ve gotten down with? I got you.” He now made his hand trail down your chest, rubbing it passionately.

Your breath hitches and you become warm all over, his hand then trails down your abdomen to under pants, his hand reaching the waistline of your briefs. Pulling you close against his chest with his free hand, “Now, come here, be a good boy…” he kisses your lips for the first time firmly, all warm and wet.

You sync your lips with his and hum against his mouth, a groan leaving his throat the deeper he went. Sliding his hand in your briefs now, rubbing your crotch up and down making you moan against his mouth.

“Fuck…” you hiss, making a grin form on his lips.

Johnny then suddenly slips his hand out and starts undoing your pants, but before he pulls them down he looks in your eyes for approval. When he sees that you nod with a gulp he immediately pulls then down to your knees leaving you in your briefs, “Don’t worry, honey…” he whispers as he cups your jaw and kisses you on the cheek. He pulls back while gently guiding you to the couch, your back against it as he finishes pulling your pants off. There was a primal look in his eyes as he crawled between your legs and was on top of you, his chest laying against yours as he leaned in and kissed your neck desperately.

“Shit-“ your breath wavers, your skin hotter than the sun.

“Mmm- taste so good-“ you heard a groan leave the back of his throat, he then trailed his hands down to your hips and gripped them tightly. “You okay? You ready?” He looked in to your eyes for any hesitation— as cocky as he was you saw an undeniable softness in them now. A want to please, a want to do something for someone. The way his eyebrows quirked up slightly waiting for your answer, like a kid looking for some sort of validation. For someone to tell him yes and that he’s doing well. It made you reconsider everything you knew about him so far. Maybe he was just a man desperately trying to look for connection in an otherwise soulless industry that broke people. He wanted connection, he craved it— he wanted realness with someone.

You nod, rubbing his sides tenderly. He closed his eyes briefly at that, sighing deeply with a small smile on his lips. Then, he reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his shirt, immediately going to unbuckle his belt and his pants. At a point, you saw he was struggling to get them off, maybe it was nerves, maybe it was frustration, so you sat up sightly between his legs and reached up gently to his belt undoing it with ease. You later unbuttoned his pants as well, but giving him space to take off his pants on his own. Johnny stayed completely quiet when you did that small act for him, observing you with a want that grew tenfold but with a side of that softness he emitted no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Big brown eyes like chocolate itself.

You chuckle up at him, “What, Hollywood?”

The actor snapped out of it, shaking his head, sliding his pants down and throwing them to the floor with the other clothes. “God, I wanna fuck you.” He said bluntly, taking his boxers off now, his dick in full view and without any hesitation going back between your legs, touching the hem of your briefs with his fingertips and with a sudden halt.

“Johnny, it’s okay…” you look down at him with a shy yet flushed face.

Johnny nodded, a grin back on his face as he used both of his hands to slide your briefs off— your heart accelerating at how slow he was going. He finally slid them down your legs and immediately his vision went your throbbing pussy— like an inevitable reaction. The actor licked his lips as he positioned his thighs and hips accurately, leaning over you. He looked in to your eyes as you felt his burning cock hitting your inner thigh, teasing your entrance.

“Hnnngh-“ you groaned, almost desperate now as you moved your hips against him, a trickle of sweat down your temple.

Johnny let out a chuckle as he placed his finger below your chin to look at him, “I ain’t even in yet handsome…take a breather.”

“Don’t tell me what to do you ass.” You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder.

Johnny smirked at your behavior, reaching down between his legs and grasping his length that was oozing with precum already. Positioned it at your core and carefully slid past your folds with his hips— carefully studying your face as he laid down over you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Ahh-“ you moaned softly, digging your fingers in to his lower back…trying to push him faster inside.

“Easy…easy….” He said with reassurance, his mouth agape as he finally made it all the way in making him grunt as he felt your walls clenching around his cock.

Johnny then took no time nuzzle in to your neck as he pulled his hips back slightly and then rammed in to you with no warning, making you let out an earth shattering groan against his ear. His arms locking around your waist tightly now as he held you against him like you were air itself and he’d die without it. There was a slight tremble to his body the more he rammed in to you.

“Jesus- fuck-“ your eyes grew a bit watery as you cursed, a coil already tightening in your lower abdomen while you tried to gain your breath.

“Oh- Wrong J name, baby-” He moaned with a bit humor beneath, peppering your neck and jawline with kisses as his buckling against your wet tight pussy became more frequent.

It was a cumulation of moans, groans, curses and senseless phrases between you both. You noticed his face was flushed, his cheeks pink as he pulled back a bit to study your face. “That feel good, sweetheart? That feel- Fuck-“ he whimpered, and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. “Answer…” he continued, with a stern tone now.

Your chest heaved faster as he picked up his speed, “y- yes, god- so good-“, your hands gripping his lower back more as he pushed in and out of you.

“You’re gonna take it like a good boy- mmm, sweetheart-“ He groaned as he grabbed your hips now more harshly, you could tell he was close as well the way he became more direct and possessive. A constant harsh rhythm was formed by his hips, his dick reaching in to the deepest depths inside as he hit your g spot over and over with no mercy. With no breaks or signs of stopping, you whined loudly and shook— feeling your height coming.

A the coil inside you soon snapped, making you whimper as you reached your climax— coming all around his swollen length. Johnny leaned in to your neck, moaning against it as he came right after you— his warm come filling you up to the brim.

“Fuck- fuckkkkk-“ he groaned as he bit down on your neck and then licked alongside your jaw.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him close as you tried to come down from the electricity that was currently running through you both. Johnny then reciprocated… sighing loudly, still inside you and wrapping his toned arms around your waist not caring how sticky and sweaty you both were against each other. He was content of sorts, a small smile playing on his lips, closing his eyes against your chest as he listened to your quick heart.

“You okay, Hollywood?” You rub his back tiredly.

Johnny chuckled lowly, “I feel like a million bucks, baby.” He leaned in and took a long sniff of your neck, “I love how smell-“

“That’s sweat, don’t patronize me-“ you laugh, your face red and full of embarrassment as you realized he hasn’t made any attempt of moving out of you.

“Oh shush— you have a musk. You might get me addicted, sweetheart.” He rubbed your sides now, his hair sticking in all directions.

You snort loudly now, rolling your eyes at his charming yet annoying behavior, “Okay fancy pants, can you pull out of me? I need to pee, I don’t want a UTI!”

His eyes widen at the realization and he carefully pulls out, “Oh- oh I apologize, stud. Next time I’ll remember-”, the actor says apologetically and stands up with a slight tiredness, carefully helping you up as you wince.

“You’re getting pegged next time that’s what.” You say humorously with a grin as you walked to the bathroom in your trailer and he walked behind you like a lost puppy.

“Oooh, challenge accepted, G.I Joe!”

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #there needs to be more x trans male fics #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x male reader #johnny cage mortal kombat #mlm #johnny cage is bi #idc

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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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What are some of your Will headcanons?

Any angsty ones?

hair style:

will's hair has a Mind Of Its Own. it is impossible. brushing it? keep dreaming. styling it? dude just give up

he can, however, wrangle it into two french braid pigtails. those are fun.

in the august after the giant war, the aphrodite cabin take it upon themselves to 'style' nico, including giving him these little elastics with a skull charm (like this but with skulls), but he doesn't like tying his hair back very much (too tight) so he gives them to will as a joke.

will LOVES them.

he literally wears them almost every day. the next time they go out on a supply run, nico sees these little elastic charms and buys them for will. he can't summon the courage to give them to him face to face but he leaves them on his bed. will adores them, too, and it starts something of a tradition of people giving will charm elastics as a small thank-you.

he has a collection of them and wears them whenever he wears his hair in braids.

his favourites are the skull charms, though.

artistic ability:

will really doesn't have many musical talents. he's hard of hearing and while hephaestus-made hearing aids definitely work better than mortal ones, it's not really something that can be cured, so he has a lot of trouble staying on key/making music himself.

however! apollo is the god of poetry and art in general -- that is more than just visual!!

will is a really good writer, poetry especially. he's very articulate and verbose and writes with startling clarity. he's written a lot of songs and a lot of poems, although he hasn't shown anybody in years.

he used to share them with his older brothers and sisters and sibling, but...well. obviously that's no longer an option.

he's never stopped writing, though. he may keep it to himself, but it's kind of an open secret. he's scribbling in his notebooks all the time -- it's impossible not to notice.

his friends and siblings, however, are the only ones who know that he writes creatively. they've peeked over his shoulder here and there (and also kayla is a huge huge snoop, like, badly, and austin is easily convinced to be complacent in her crimes), and sometimes he says things that are just kind of poetic.

no one else knows, though. he's deliberately obnoxious about it -- every once in a while, at campfire open mics, he'll clear his throat loudly and grin as people groan and recite something so bad apollo might have written it. most people think will's quite bad at writing, actually.

another thing he's really good at is drama, which is a surprise to absolutely no one. although beyond his regular histrionics, chiron had shakespeare as part of his curriculum, and will could play puck like nobody's business. he recited a mercutio so good once lee actually cried with laughter (so did everyone else). on a hauntingly beautiful february in 2004, he played ophelia by the creek so beautifully that it was silent for a good four minutes after he finished.

there are very, very few people at camp who remember that. will hasn't recited anything in a while.

an unexpected bonus of his medical knowledge, actually, is a really good understanding of depth, space, and anatomy.

he's a surprisingly good artist.

it started pretty normal -- he was having trouble articulating a question to michael one time, and in a fit of frustration drew a diagram to try and explain himself. it was really good, even as rushed as it was, so michael used to give him 'homework' that was hand-drawing posters of various body systems to hang in the infirmary.

it was kind of spooky how will could do it without looking it up. just close his eyes and start sketching an accurate nervous system. cool though.

his older sister, cass, encouraged him to branch out of anatomy diagrams and create whatever he liked. she made the unfortunate mistake of giving him several cans of paint and free reigns on blank infirmary walls (they're freaky and boring) to a nerdy eight-year-old -- that's why r2d2 and c3po are chilling on the wall by the mortal medicine cabinet.

he doesn't paint a lot now, 'cause he doesn't have the damn time, but when rachel finds out who painted the infirmary walls she hounds him until he takes a morning to paint with her. they have a lot of fun. they end up with more paint on each other and their clothes than their canvases, predictably.

siblings:

when will was a kid, he had twelve older siblings.

apollo tends to have kids in brackets. he is, as everyone knows, a hoe, so he'll be busy on olympus or with artemis and go a while without having any kids, and then he'll be on earth for like three years and have a litter. so a lot of his kids end up the same age.

before the war, in the same cabin, there was: cass, the oldest, 18, somewhat year-long; diana, 18, year-long; lee, 16, somewhat year-long; michael, 16, somewhat year-long; gabriel, 15, summer-only; leanna, 15, summer-only; mercury, 15, summer-only; kate & phoebe, 14, summer-only; laurel, 13, summer-only; amir, 13, summer-only; melody, 12, summer-only; and will, 8, year-long (for now).

their abilites were pretty vast and well-rounded, and they came from all over the continent.

there was a time when the infirmary wasn't understaffed at all.

will doesn't like to think about it.

style:

on their birthdays, apollo leaves them all a gift on their bunks (or their beds at home, if their birthdays aren't in the summer).

each of them gets a piece of blessed gold jewelry when they're ten. will got a pair of threader earrings with thin blue sapphires that he loves. he can't wear them often because they're a genuine hazard in the infirmary (yes, more than flip-flops) and he doesn't want them ruined. but he wears them on the rare days he has off.

he actually has quite a lot of jewelry! because he is a sappy nerd, he has two watches: a hephaestus-made one, totally waterproof, weatherproof, and monsterproof, because it helps quell the anxiety when so many people are counting on him (he has to know when people will be better and how long he can be away from his patients, also used to tell people to fuck off when he's on break lol); and his mother's much nicer watch that she gave to him when she dropped him off at camp for the first time -- it's not changed for the time zone. he knows what time it is for her, and it makes him feel better about being so far away from her.

he wears both watches on the same wrist, ala chad danforth.

he has a third watch. it was lee's. it's got r2d2 on the face. will got it for him with his own money when he was nine years old, for his birthday. it lives in a box under his bunk. it's cracked and broken and never tells the right time except on 1:52 p.m. on june 30th, although the year gets farther and farther off every time will checks it.

contrary to popular belief, will does not actually wear the same pair of cargo shorts every day.

...because he has seven pairs of the same shorts.

he does have other shorts through. namely swim trunks and a pair of tighter shorts he wears specifically to kick ass in volleyball. he didn't try for this or anything, he got the shorts at the thrift store, but he's pretty sure they might be designer. he gets a lot of compliments from the aphrodite cabin when he wears them.

he also has a collection of nerdy t-shirts (his anakin sand-rant t-shirt is worn to threads), novelty pajama pants, hoodies, and flannel.

he has more than one tattoo. he has several, actually; constellations, lines from freckle to freckle so faint you can barely see them: the seer, the drummer, the archer, the tiny lion, the archangel, the maiden, the lyre, the twins, the boat stern, the hearth, and the singer.

just plain will:

he's slightly red-green colourblind.

when he gets mad, his cheeks puff up and he gets all red in the face before erupting. his older siblings used to call him tinkerbell.

he gets teased for being so dramatic that he was named for the most dramatic apollo kid who ever lived -- shakespeare. but his actual, legal name is just plain will solace. when pregnant, his mom used to mutter 'it's you, me, and sheer fucking force of will, baby' to herself a lot, as a kind of mantra, and then will was born and she thought it would be kind of funny to name him will (she was right). lee invented william andrew solace so he'd have something to yell when will got in trouble lol.

he has the climbing wall record. this is because he climbs a lot of trees. he has no explanation and no one is going to stop him.

when he was a kid, and the whole mythology thing was explained to him, he misnderstood michael's explanation of food sacrifice as one to be done to all theoi/mythical beings. he worked his way to praying through the entire pantheon, a horde of minor gods, hestia, chiron, argus, and half the nymphs before someone caught wind and explained to him properly. it is the main reason all the nymphs and dryads are so endeared by him. he used to go around asking their names and very seriously writing it down in his little notebook to pray to them properly.

he carries around notebooks constantly. at first, diana gave them to him because he was driving everyone bonkers with his endless questions and she needed Five Minutes, Will, Gods, Please of silence, but he really took to it and wrote everything in there. he keeps them all as a sort of diary. kayla reads them any time he has his back turned.

it is really, really hard for him to talk about his siblings. but he knows kayla and austin feel kind of left out and hurt about it, since they didn't get the chance to know them like will did (the kids never met them), so sometimes, late at night, he calls them softly over to his bunk and they curl up, one under each arm, and he tells them stories until his voice goes hoarse and they're long asleep.

#i have so many fucking more but i have to stop because i actually want to write some of these so bad #dude.....the LORE this ask inspired i have pages and pages #why did no one tell me how fun and also heartbreaking it is to invent characters #will solace #will solace headcanon #will solace angst #ask #longpost #headcanon #pjo headcanon #my writing #solangelo

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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I hope I'm not too late for some more Avian Venti brainrot!

If you'll humor me, here's a brief discussion of bird anatomy: when bird feathers are still developing, they're called pin feathers! They're covered with a protective keratin sheath, which needs to be removed when the feather is fully developed. Birds usually remove the sheath when they "preen", but they need help (either from humans, or from other birds) to remove the sheaths from hard-to-reach places.

Now that we've established some base knowledge, consider: Venti needing help after molting and growing new feathers. He can reach some of them, thanks to having, y'know, hands, but the feathers near the very base of his wings are a problem. It's also a little more difficult to remove them, since birds' beaks are shaped better for the task than our hands.

So if you help him with the process of removing those pin feathers, once they've grown in and are starting to feel uncomfortable-- he'd be over the MOON with gratitude. It's super relaxing, too-- you can have him in your lap, with his back toward you, gently caressing his wings and slowly easing out the itchy little sheaths of keratin. As if he didn't already enjoy having you touch his wings, Venti would be totally blissed out as you take care of him, the tension relieving him with each new feather you help him unfurl.

Never too late, you could come to me 50 years down the line, long after this blog's inevitable end, and I'll rise from the depths like some unholy lovecraftian creature true story

So, really thinking about it, the entire backside of his wings would count as a hard to reach place since they're so big and hands only reach so far, kinda cute to imagine him trying to do it himself though, just reaching as far as humanly possible with a concentrated expression only to lose his balance and have to pull himself back up with a huff

I did look into it a bit more and it seems to be either a yearly or bi-yearly experience depending on the bird, so I imagine he just intensely looks forward to the collection of days you'll indulge him, I wouldn't even put it past him to mark it on a personal calendar (that he mainly dedicates to events relating to you) just to be able to cross off the days till

Just imagining him completely blissed out, only half conscious enough to protest if you even think about moving your hands away, 👌

It'd probably take multiple hours, knowing how big his wings are, so by the end of it he'd be completely and wholly out of it

And I'm 100% sure that you'd be the only one he'd let do it, maybe in the past when he only had some closer friends to help out he'd be more open with who he asked to partake, it's not entirely an 'intimate' act by nature, and attempting to do it all himself would just lead to frustration and possible injury, so he couldn't really afford to be picky

But now that you're here, his incredibly benevolent savior, you're the only living being he'd ever want for any act involving his wings, especially if you've taken any interest in them at all

And of course he's so incredibly grateful, unbelievably greatful that you indulge him so, but all it really does is make him that much more possessive of you

He can't help it that he needs you, both mentally and physically, you provide so much for everyone whose lives you touch so it's difficult to get you all to himself, but he needs you so much more than anyone else, he couldn't imagine living day to day without you and this is just another reminder of that

But now, imagine that exact same scenario with the addictive touch au, I think it might actually kill him, but that's probably the way he'd want to die anyway so—

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #brainrot #winged characters man #i have a weakness for them and more specifically him

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt6

pt 1 pt 5

It’s your turn to take Abby on a date!

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

Notes: Kisses, book snobbism. (I didn't mention any book names that they're criticising and the name of Abby's favourite book so you could put what you want there). The butt song - Juicy, and the lyrics Abby's thinking about are "If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back".

Special thanks to @ohlawdthebirds for helping me out with Abby's book taste!

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It didn't take long for Abby to start calling you her girlfriend after your first date. It just felt… natural to her. Abby didn't even notice how she said "oh, that's my girlfriend, (y/n)" when someone asked her about you, because people asked. Abby didn't mind unless the person who was asking acted like they had a chance with you or made some inappropriate comments about your body - it was one thing to say you were hot and another thing to describe what someone’d do to you if they could. Abby now thought you were a fucking saint for dealing with these assholes as peacefully as you did, because she? She wanted to strangle them with her bare hands and she would if they didn't go away fast enough. Abby was scary, and people could definitely feel her fury just by standing next to her.

Of course, when you first heard her calling you her girlfriend you went red in the face and had this cute wide smile that made Abby melt and buzz and be so soft she might as well turn into Baymax. She was worried for a second - what if she was moving too fast? It was hard to tell with you: your boundaries were palpable, but you were so sweet and responsive, so she couldn’t be sure you’d have a negative reaction. And then you smiled at her bashfully and now the word “girlfriend” was the most frequently used word in her vocabulary.

The other perk - except for obvious, you were officially hers now - was how nervous her teammates got when she was sitting with them during your practice. It was like they had a fear of God in them, watching you dance and knowing Abby was right there and Abby would definitely kick their asses if they said something wrong. It filled Abby with such joy she’d act tough with them on purpose just to see them stammering - it was so fun to mess with them.

The only person who wasn’t scared of Abby was Manny, and he’d always comment on “you got lucky, Anderson, this chick is something else”, “oh fuck me, are you telling me I can’t appreciate the beauty? The skill? Girl’s got moves”, “it’s your civic duty to keep her satisfied, Abs, she is feeding us a three-course meal”. Depending on how obnoxious Manny was, Abby would either chuckle or slap his stupid head, but she knew he was kind-hearted, so she didn’t actually fight him.

And now Abby got to walk around the university campus and steal you to make out somewhere secluded, because now she was allowed to. It wasn't like you didn't let her kiss you - quite the opposite, you silently asking for a kiss was Abby's fucking kryptonite - but now you were more relaxed around her. Abby didn’t even notice you were tense before, but now the difference between nervous you and relaxed you was striking. It was still too easy to make you blush, but now your hands slithered around her waist like they belonged there, with familiarity Abby’s heart ached for.

Abby’s anatomy class just ended when she texted you to find out where you were (‘dining hall’) and she made her way to the dining hall, because she hasn’t seen you for two days - to think of it, god both of your schedules were absolutely fucked. You’ve seen each other more often at the activity centre than on the campus - which was ridiculous. So Abby collected her things, said her goodbyes and went to the dining hall.

When Abby walked into the dining hall her only goal was to find you, while a lot of people came around to say hi and ask her questions. Usually it was nice, but right now it was irritating - all those people distracted her from her search. And then she noticed you, sitting alone at the table, reading through something on your phone - Abby knew this look on you, eyes glued to the screen, brows a little furrowed and whatever you had in front of you abandoned. Fuck you were attractive like that - it wasn’t even about your looks, it was purely about your brains.

Abby quickly grabbed some food and walked to your table, watching how close she’d need to get before you notice her. The answer was: she needed to sit at your table before you looked up at her.

“What are you doing?” Abby asked, mostly referring to the reading.

“I keep it juicy-juicy, I eat that lunch.” You answered in a flat tone, your face fully blank, as you pointed at your plate which was half-finished.

Abby couldn’t contain her snort - you had no business to be funny, but fuck, you saying lyrics to Doja Cat in flat voice? Ridiculous.

“I meant, what are you reading?”

“My prof’s notes on my paper.” You scrunched your nose. “She is right, mostly, but I’ve never felt more academically inferior.”

Abby laughed and you both sprang into conversation, discussing everything and nothing at the same time, just catching up for those two days - sometimes you both were so busy you couldn’t even text each other regularly, so now Abby’s hands itched. She knew she was staring at you - who wouldn’t, you were so pretty - but she couldn’t help herself. Abby listened to you, absorbing your voice like a sponge while you both ate, but she needed something else.

“Do you have free time now?”

“Around half an hour.” You said after you checked the time. “What’s up?”

“Gonna steal you.” Abby said and watched with joy how your cheeks became pink.

You both finished your lunch and left the dining hall. The weather was nice today, though a little cold, so Abby took her jacket off and put it on your shoulders, rejoicing in her own possessiveness of you - it was her jacket on you, not someone else’s. Especially stupid jerks from your classes. And you wrapped it around yourself with a small smile that did something to Abby’s insides - in these moments she felt like she could conquer the whole fucking world.

Abby spotted the big wide tree that could give you privacy and led you to it, not even trying to be subtle - she needed to put her hands on you.

"I feel like I'm a teenager again." You laughed as Abby tugged to the tree.

"And how often did you get caught kissing girls during breaks?"

Abby tried to be polite and waited until you leaned against the tree, helping her play this little game where you talk and stand conveniently close to pretend it was a normal social situation.

"What do you think?" You asked, coy. Abby chuckled and moved close enough to put her hand on your neck.

"I think you're too smart to get caught." Abby whispered in your lips before she kissed you.

It was Abby's favourite part: feeling how you relaxed against her, hugging her waist and ever so slightly pressing her closer, as if she'd stop you. So Abby doubled down and pressed you against the tree hard enough so your bodies would be flush against each other, but not hard enough so your back would hurt from the tree bark. You sighed into her mouth and she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly playing with your tongue, sharing the taste of the strawberry candy you ate during lunch.

Abby moved her hand under your shirt, stroking your side with her thumb as you shuddered and your knees grew weak - her touch to your bare skin lit you up like a Christmas tree. Abby squeezed your side and pulled you closer, marvelling at how soft you were, how gentle your fingers were on her jaw as you kissed her back with enthusiasm.

"I've missed you." You whispered in Abby's mouth and something warm filled her chest.

"Me too, doll." Abby kissed your jaw, her mouth slowly moving down your neck. "Tell me if this is not okay."

"Why wouldn't it be?" You said shortly to hide your quiet moan.

Abby didn't say anything and kept kissing your neck, nibbling at your skin as she moved down to your collarbones, her hand caressing your stomach now. You couldn't move anywhere, her thigh pressing between your thighs all the way to the tree. Abby's head got filled with a picture of you just grinding on her thigh like this and she had to move away a little before she could help you, her self-control slowly going out of the window.

"Fuck." Abby sighed as your foreheads met. "Did I tell you how crazy you make me?"

You blushed a little, shy smile tugging at your lips. Abby watched you, her hand still stroking your stomach.

"Every time we end up in this situation." You chuckled. "Are you free this Saturday?"

Abby looked at you, surprised, but not sure by what: by your question or by how you looked a little bit insecure, as if Abby would reject you. She knew now it was because you didn't have a lot of experience in being forward, but it was still a little bit heartbreaking to see.

"Yeah. You wanna do something?"

"Yeah." There you go, Abby thought as you smiled, now feeling safe again.

"Are you going to tell me?" Abby asked playfully as she pinched your stomach slightly.

"Oh, I'm not telling you shit." You smiled deviously and Abby laughed. She knew not telling you anything about your first date would bite her in the ass.

"All right, then. Keep your secrets." Abby said as you giggled and pulled her in another kiss.

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Abby wasn’t nervous, no. Of course she wasn’t, why would she be? It wasn’t like she didn’t like being in the dark about your plans for today. No, she was chill. She was cool. She was okay with not being in control.

Abby’s fingers were tapping a fast rhyme on the steering wheel as she waited for you to come down. At least you were merciful enough to tell Abby what would be appropriate to wear (“casual”) so Abby put on her favourite pair of jeans, her sleeveless shirt and a jacket. She was hoping she was dressed appropriately - it was very unlikely that you'd have clothes her size, unless you had a secret stack of oversize clothes she didn't know of.

Now Abby began to understand why you asked her so many questions, but just as you trusted her, Abby decided to trust you back - that was the fun of it, surprising your girl with something she'd like. You were definitely not taking her to do any sports activities, so she'd be fine.

Abby looked over the door to your apartment complex and once again she stopped breathing as she watched you come closer: you and your little outfits always left her speechless. She noticed in surprise that this was the first time she saw you in jeans and she was scared for herself when she'd see the back of those jeans. The fucking Doja Cat with her fucking butt song, Abby thought as she left the car to greet you.

You smiled at her and leaned into the kiss right away, not shy anymore. Abby couldn't help herself and accidentally touched your butt, enjoying how dense and hard it was because of the denim. She didn't know if you'd noticed, but you didn't say anything so she didn't say anything too.

"Are you going to tell me now where we are going?" Abby asked as you two sat in the car and she started the engine.

"I'm going to give an address where we can park and then we'll have to walk a little." You said with that naughty smile you gave Abby when you wanted to be a little shit. Cute little shit, but still.

"It's not rock climbing?" Abby asked jokingly.

"No. I'd have warned you." You said genuinely. "We can go rock climbing next time if you want."

Abby smiled, suddenly shy - she wasn't used to someone caring about her, as she usually was a carer.

The road took around twenty minutes and Abby put some music on - when you rode with her for the first time she offered you to put your music on, but you said you wanted to listen to her music and now when you both were in the car Abby'd pick something and then you both would exchange songs, turning them on through Abby's spotify. Now Abby's recommendations were fucked: the mix of her rock and classic with your rnb and kpop ("I know," you said as if you expected Abby to have some prejudice against kpop, "but they work with the best choreographers and I'm not passing up on opportunity to have a readymade tailored choreo"). But Abby didn't mind - some of the songs reminded her of your dancing anyway, and you'd dance with your hands to some of them, which was cute as fuck.

Abby parked the car when you spotted the free space - and she pretended she didn't notice you staring at her with pink cheeks as she was going in reverse with one hand on your seat. Abby knew she looked hot when she did it, and well. She did it for you anyway.

You two left the car and you immediately took Abby's hand to tug her gently as you walked her to the place.

"I hope you won't think I'm boring." You said as you two turned the corner.

"Are you going to make me look at rich people's portraits?" Abby asked with suspicion.

There was nothing more boring for her than to walk around dusty art galleries and look at dark ugly portraits. She liked nature or even good portraits, but ones that were done on black canvas with clear signs of inbreeding on their faces? No thank you.

"Well, no. But thanks for telling me before I started planning our next date." You laughed and stopped.

Abby looked at the place and now she understood why you said that. You were standing in front of the bookshop - and not the one that had a shop in each city, but this kind of bookshop that looks straight up from movies. It was two stories tall, with big windows and nice, interesting displays. It looked old, and maybe it was actually old, Abby didn't know.

"I wanted to do a book date." You admitted, getting shy. "You know, when we walk around and talk about books?"

Abby nodded, totally smitten. It was such a cute idea and it was definitely something Abby would like: geeking out about books she read while you'd geek out about books you've read?

"And there's a coffee shop on the second floor, so we can get coffee." You continued, now looking around as the nerves got the best of you.

Abby quickly squeezed your hand to make you look at her, because she would not let you get upset.

"Fuck, (y/n). I'm going to talk your ear off." Abby chuckled and watched how your face lit up.

"You like it?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course." Abby leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You wiggled a little in anticipation and you two went inside the shop. There were not a lot of people and it was pleasantly quiet. The first display was "most popular" and you two got stuck there immediately.

Abby looked through the manga, sci-pop and modern novels, not really impressed with people's taste.

"Have you read this?" You pointed at one of the books and Abby shook her head. She did recognize the book from her booktok recommendations, but it didn't catch her interest. "Good for you, because this? This is a crime against literature."

Abby suddenly felt relieved: she wasn't sure if you'd be as snobby as she was with your books. Abby knew already you had different taste in literature, and somewhere in her mind Abby was scared you'd read something she'd absolutely hate.

"Why?"

"The language of this thing is just abominable. I swear to god the author doesn't know about different sentence lengths. Or it could've been done for a reason, but I definitely failed to find it." You shrugged and Abby smiled at you.

You moved on from the "popular now" display pretty fast, and you walked through the next shelves without much pause: they were maps and cultural guides you both didn't have any interest in. Next shelves were poetry and you tugged Abby to them, showing her your favourites. Abby in return pointed at authors she couldn't understand for the life of her ("I'd need a vocabulary to understand half of it") and you giggled. Then Abby spotted a collection of ancient Greek tragedies and her nerd brain activated as she retold some of them to you in modern terms while you laughed your face off.

"Medea invented female rage." Abby said it like she had on good authority, nodding seriously and you giggled.

"You make ancient literature sound fun, Abby." You said as you curled to her side, your hand in her hand.

Abby melted from your warmth and kissed your temple. Then she continued her geeking out by telling how ancient Greek theatre worked and you listened with big curious eyes and Abby blushed a little from such undivided attention from you.

Then you moved on to classic prose and discussed which books you had to read in school, which ones you hated and which ones made you cry. ("Les Misérables?" "Les Miserables") Abby loved Hugo just as much as you did - but she was the type of person to read through 20 pages of description of Notre Dame and then find out if it was accurate (but she cried about Esmeralda's fate anyway). You showed her some books you absolutely despised in school but liked them when you reread it a few years later.

You politely ignored the shelves with modern detectives and action and moved on to fantasy. You both found out your love for books started with children's fantasy, even though you've read different series - and you gushed to each other about your childhood favourites.

“You think you need a vocabulary for poetry? Try reading this without any prior knowledge.” You pointed at the part of the shelf where Tolkien’s books were placed.

“There’s actually editions with annotations.” Abby shared with you as she touched some of the books, just admiring them. “I have that edition of The Hobbit, if you want to.”

“Oh. That’d be cool.” You nodded and Abby chuckled.

Eventually you got stuck between non-fiction shelves, discussing which books you liked and which books were..not that good. Abby’s snobby side got a chance to shine when you were going through self-improvement books - she hated them. (I mean, what kind of adult can’t figure out time management? It’s like people forgot what university was like). You didn’t agree with her there (yeah, but you have a schedule that is made for you, and then suddenly you're a full on adult with zero skill in planning your time. I think it’s nice that people can at least try to learn this skill). It was a small disagreement but for Abby it was significant - the way you two had different opinions and it wasn’t a problem, but an opportunity to learn. She suddenly hoped that every disagreement you two would have in the future would be just as this one - an honest desire to understand each other.

Abby didn’t notice how long you were in the bookshop - it felt like 15 minutes when in reality it took you almost 2 hours to get through everything and talk about it. At one point when Abby was geeking out about some cool history books, you shyly leaned in to her and asked for a book recommendation and Abby just. Stopped functioning, her brain going into overdrive - you asked her for a book recommendation. For a second Abby just stood there, but then she grinned and went to find her favourite with your hand in hers.

Abby gave you the book and waited for your reaction - what if you read it already? What if you read it and didn’t like it?

“It’s actually on my reading list.” You said, delighted. “Thank you, Abby.” You leaned in and left a kiss on her cheek, while she smiled bashfully. “Wanna grab some coffee?”

“Yeah.”

You bought the book after you managed to convince Abby you’d pay for it, not her - and she was standing next to you trying not to pout. Abby wanted to take care of you, doesn’t mean in which way - actually, in all ways - but she shouldn't control you. So she stopped arguing about who will pay for the book and let you handle it.

You went to get your coffee - surprisingly, the coffee shop had more people in it than the whole book shop - and sat by the window, watching the sun go down. Abby watched how golden light hit your face, making you look downright unreal: all soft and relaxed and pretty, so damn pretty. She couldn’t look away from your eyes that changed colour under the light as you looked somewhere far away, just enjoying the company and the place. You’ve noticed Abby’s stare and blushed, confused.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Except pure unadulterated beauty? No, nothing.” Abby grinned as you giggled, your face fully red now.

You put your hand across the table and Abby took it, intertwining your fingers together as she stroked your palm with her thumb.

“Sometimes I think you say such things just to make me blush.” You said playfully and Abby laughed.

“I’m still telling the truth.” Abby shrugged.

You laughed and looked at Abby like you wanted to remember every little detail of her face, absorbing her. How the existence of one person can change your life, you thought, because Abby changed your life not just for the better, but for the best.

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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I’m not sure if you’ve written for Xiao yet… but I’m always curious of how people interpret his.. libido to say the least, considering he’s an adeptus and doesn’t feel emotion the same way humans do.

Maybe a shy Xiao were he’s not really sure HOW to ask reader to sleep with him so he tries to give “subtle” hint but they really aren’t as subtle as he thinks.

BTW I love your writing ahhhh

(Can I claim an emoji.. idk how that works tbh I never leave asks so if I can… could I be like, 🥀 anon?? Thanks!!! 💜)

hi there! of course you can be 🥀 anon, welcome to my page :D i'm also very happy you like my writing ♡♡♡ tysm for reading

also i have actually only written two pieces for xiao which are as follows:

1) jealous dom xiao

2) consensual somno with dom xiao

i like to think that xiao doesn't know much about sex except that when done between a male and female, you can create another human sometimes

he doesn't really understand the love-making part of intercourse, so i have an idea of who he would try to ask lol

honestly this has a lot of plot. i have been writing so much these past few days, phew! when i have the time, i am a writing machine haha

warnings: switch!xiao and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

nervous xiao, handjob (xiao receiving), lots of touching/making out lol, first-time sex for both of you :) , lube, fingering/penetration (reader receiving), soft ♡, kissing, baizhu is here but just as a side character because i ♡ him

the leather-bound book sat heavy on your desk in xiao's memory, unable to remove itself from his thoughts.

slightly worn around the edges and held closely to your face while you read it, lips thoroughly bitten. you seemed to think you were so sly when you hid that book behind you whenever he mentioned it.

so it was unusual that he had found it on your desk, for once unguarded by your form. xiao innocently opened the unlabeled cover to see what you had been reading so intently this week.

barely a few sentences in to the page, he immediately realized this was some type of erotic book. he was unfamiliar with some of these terms, purely from a lack of knowledge of human intimacies.

when he finally reached the end of the page, he snapped out of his trance, slamming the book shut with so much force it scattered the pages of your report to the floor.

never had the yaksha been more thoroughly embarrassed, cheeks stained red as he clutched his head.

he knew humans were odd, but he had never seen such a crude book. he never pegged you for the type to be interested in such things. how could one want to read about the act of producing a child?

odd.

perhaps that's how xiao ended up seeking out a personal consultation with the popular pharmacist from bubu pharmacy.

as uncomfortable as it was, the doctor was happy to make his acquaintance, keeping an even-toned expression when he welcomed the yaksha in after hours.

"i understand these concepts might be unfamiliar to you, though i mean no disrespect. these types of things are different from public displays of affection, and they aren't so easily written in literature."

xiao begged to differ based upon that book you left out so haphazardly on your desk for anyone to see.

he allowed the doctor to explain things in the most scientific way possible, trying to remain calm and collected until the yaksha suddenly held up a hand to stop him.

"i...appreciate your effort, but i already understand the act of procreation. i just don't..comprehend why humans seem to enjoy it so much."

baizhu paused, determining the best way to answer the question before he finally understood why xiao really wanted to see him. "i see. you're asking about why lovers like it so much." baizhu barely stifled a chuckle. "to be honest, it's been a while since i have done that myself, but it isn't so much about the act itself."

"how so?"

"it's about being vulnerable with someone. allowing them to see all of you while you see all of them. it's hard to let ourselves be open with everyone, especially if we have a particularly traumatic past. it can lead to becoming guarded." xiao frowned at this. "but, when you're with someone special, a normally uncomfortable situation becomes tender. intercourse becomes love-making." baizhu scratched the back of his neck, wondering if any of this was even sticking. "ah, i'm sorry if-"

xiao abruptly stood, silencing the doctor. "no need to apologize. i understand now. thank you for your time, doctor."

"oh, before you go-" baizhu stood up slower than xiao, reaching behind the counter to collect a small brown bag. "it might not be my place, but i always see mr. zhongli from the wangsheng funeral parlor here collecting peculiarly strong medicine for someone in liyue. it might be presumptuous of me, but, here." he held the bag out towards xiao. "it'll save mr. zhongli a trip here."

xiao gingerly took the bag, holding it in one palm before practically vanishing before baizhu's eyes. the pharmacist smiled to himself, shaking his head before locking up the pharmacy doors and heading home.

it had been a few days since then, and after continuous thinking, he finally decided it was the right time to ask you to do this with him.

you seemed to thoroughly enjoy that book, so surely, it would be even better to experience the real thing, no?

although, xiao had no idea how to bring this to your attention without sounding crude. why was he so nervous about something so simple? he was a yaksha. why were trivial human matters frightening to him?

when you finally came home that evening, you were surprised to see xiao waiting for you, standing in the doorway at attention, watching you almost drop your bag.

"oh, xiao-" you held a hand over your heart, laughing to yourself. "you scared me a little there."

you walked past him, opting to unpack your bag as xiao focused his steel gaze upon your form. "i don't know if you're hungry or not, but i brought your favorite." you turned, holding the container of almond tofu with a big grin.

you expected to see the usual hint of a smile on his own lips, though he seemed to remain neutral as you frowned slightly. "hey, is something wrong?" you started to feel concerned, worried you had upset the yaksha.

xiao clenched his fists as he huffed. "it's nothing. i appreciate the gesture."

you deflated a bit, causing xiao to feel that slight burn in his chest. guilt, he assumed. "alright, sure. i'll leave it here for you." you set the container back on the counter, rubbing your eyes as you put the rest of your things away.

xiao could take it no longer, wishing desperately to get this idea out of his head. "i read your book." he softly blurted out as you slowly turned towards him on your heels.

"what book-"

"the book."

"oh..." you fell silent, face feeling hot as you coughed. "well, i am, uh, sorry for traumatizing you with that, so...yeah." you averted your eyes, screaming at yourself inside your head. how could you forget to put that book back under your pillow? xiao was definitely going to disappear forever now. well done.

"do you want to try...that."

your eyes practically popped out from your skull, covering your mouth. "try what now?"

"intercourse. with- me."

xiao's face was as red as a tomato as you stared at him shocked. "i knew this was a foolish idea, i apologize for offending you. this is an insult to-"

"no!" you yelled out, moving your hands to his shoulders. "no, no, no you're misunderstanding!" you shook your head. "xiao, do you really mean it? you'd try it? with me?"

xiao nodded once, surprised by your overdramatic reaction. was it really as good as baizhu explained it to be?

he also wondered if his karmic debt would weigh too heavily on you for a moment before you gasped, shaking his shoulders with your excited gestures.

"oh, xiao, i...i wanted to ask you for a really long time. i just- i thought you'd never want to. and i never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable." you explained as xiao finally understood.

so you did want to create a child with him? to be honest, he wasn't quite sure if it was even possible, though he had heard stories of half adeptus children in liyue, namely that very popular lawyer woman.

"i'm willing to try." xiao nodded. he allowed you to excitedly lead him to the bedroom, stumbling over your own feet as you pulled him to the bed.

"there's really no need to be nervous." you told him sweetly, cradling his face between your palms as he willed himself to relax.

you were correct, and he hated to admit that a human was more wise than him.

you slowly leaned forward. "is this okay?" you questioned, noses nearly touching as he nodded, staying still and allowing you to approach him. you carefully pressed your lips to his, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones as you smiled into his mouth.

xiao's eyes fluttered shut as he allowed you to guide him, keeping his hands at his sides, awkwardly clutching at the blankets. you gently pulled away, feeling him lean forward to chase your lips before catching himself and opening his eyes.

you reached towards his hands now, holding them gently and placing them on your waist as you climbed into his lap. "there, that's better." you commented, kissing him deeper, swiping your tongue across the seam of his lips.

shockingly, xiao seemed to understand this gesture, parting his lips and allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. he seemed to find this sensation odd, gripping your hips a little tighter when you shifted against him.

he felt warm when you moved over his hips, pressing your weight down onto him as he groaned, feeling the strange sensations.

you smirked, grinding down against him as he leaned away, panting with spit-slicked lips as you held onto his shoulders tighter. "does that feel good?" you asked as his eyes closed once more, eyebrows furrowing. you giggled a little before stopping, hips growing tired before you suddenly let out a soft moan when xiao started moving your hips for you.

it was easy to forget his inhuman strength when he looked so soft. his grip was tight as he moved you at his leisure, inexperienced yet curious.

"have you- done this before?" you asked him, feeling warmth building in your core as xiao shook his head.

"never." he answered before pulling you against him once more, trembling a bit. "have you?" from the way you spoke and read it so freely, he was shocked to see you shyly shake your head.

"no...i was waiting for the right person." you admitted sheepishly. "i wanted it to be special." you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek.

xiao realized you were talking about him, making it feel like he had crystalflies in his stomach.

"here, i want to try something." you moved off his lap, opting to tug at the waistband of his pants. "we both take off some clothes so it isn't as awkward, okay?"

xiao was perplexed when he watched you shyly pull of your jacket. "i assumed it was normal to strip during this act. is it not natural?"

"huh?"

"being nude. why would you be uncomfortable with the idea?"

you paused, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of an excuse. in that time, xiao took it upon himself to fully strip. "i have no shame in this form. i took it many years ago in honor of my savior. it is something of pride and loyalty. your form is to be respected." xiao reminded you as your eyes widened.

"well...okay." you took a deep breath, removing the rest of your clothing to match xiao as he carefully folded the fabric, placing it on the chair near the bed. "come here." you gestured as he moved towards you. "lean against the headboard."

xiao did as you commanded, feeling your gaze burn against his skin when you trailed your eyes down his body. you stopped just above his groin, feeling embarrassed as you leaned forward.

"oh! i almost forgot, i actually had something, well uh...just in case." you laughed nervously, reaching over to your nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of liquid.

"what is that?"

"it's supposed to make it easier by making your skin more slippery." you explained, uncapping the bottle to pour some on your fingers. "it'll feel much better with this. or so i've heard."

"from who?"

"...sources."

you ignored xiao's huff, carefully tracing a finger along his shaft as his hips jumped. "sensitive." you smiled, feeling his thighs go tense as you swirled your finger around the tip, playing with the slit as his cock slowly grew harder, leaning up against his stomach.

you moved your hand around him, carefully stroking in a gentle motion as he let out a groan from the slick sounds of your hand on his skin. "it...feels good, but strange-" xiao's hands clenched on the sheets as you moved your hand up and down, using the other hand to play with his heavy balls as he gasped.

as expected, he didn't last long, reaching his first orgasm quickly, coming all over your hand and his stomach, feeling sticky on your fingers as you gently eased him through his orgasm. he relaxed against the headboard, watching as you smiled to yourself.

the expression slowly faded when you realized he was still hard...?

"what- xiao, that's...weird? that's not supposed to happen."

xiao looked perplexed. "i thought humans are capable of enduring multiple orgasms."

"i mean, yeah, with breaks- they don't just keep going-" xiao cut you off by pulling you towards him, pressing your body to his.

"what do i do to return this favor?"

"well, i guess the equivalent would be fingering me? i'm not really sure about that though because-!" xiao reached his hand down to press against your wet cunt, feeling your hips jump against his touch. "xiao, hold on, i'm sensitive-"

he pressed his free hand against your fingers, collecting the leftover lube to press against your cunt, rolling his fingers over the skin messily. "xiao, there's a specific way to do it." your cheeks burned. "i'll show you." with one hand, you gripped his shoulder, the other reaching down to wrap around his wrist, feeling around for your clit until you positioned his finger pads just right.

"oh- there." you sighed, moving his fingers in circles as you moved your hips to match the motion.

"is this...adequate?"

"very," you laughed breathlessly. "but, i need you to do something else for me too."

"anything."

"before we try to put your...you know in me, i need to be, how should i say this, stretched out? they say it really hurts the first time...and i guess i'm just a little nervous because-"

"i promise i won't let anything hurt you." you were taken aback by xiao's sudden oath, looking deep into your eyes as your lips parted. "tell me what i need to do."

you carefully moved his hand down towards your hole, allowing him to feel for himself. "here?" he asked.

"yeah, just press in but be gentle, please." you whimpered as he dipped the tip of his index finger in, gently pushing as you shifted uncomfortably. "feels weird."

xiao stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed by the strange texture around his finger. it was tight, yet soft, wet, and warm as you sucked the digit in. he stuck another next to it, feeling you grip his shoulder tightly, hand falling from his wrist as you dug your nails into his bicep. "archons-"

he continued to push the digits in and out, sometimes moving his fingers a bit. he recalled baizhu explaining some of this. he called it 'fingering' or something along the lines. a fitting name indeed.

eventually you stopped him, gesturing for him to remove his fingers as he frowned. "is something wrong?"

"no, no, i just- i think i'm ready." you took a deep breath as he nodded.

he positioned his tip at your entrance, watching you worry your lip between your teeth as you felt it slowly enter you, tensing your body as he hissed.

"don't do that-" he groaned, grabbing your hips. "relax your muscles, it's too...tight."

you tried to relax, eyes tearing up slightly. it was not as excruciating as you expected, though the stretch did burn, and once you finally got through the hard part, xiao paused.

he allowed you to lean on him, taking shallow breaths as he smoothed a hand down your back. baizhu told him to be patient. he explained you would need time to adjust, that it could be painful taking something in your body this way.

xiao was glad he listened, finally feeling your heartbeat slow as he gently soothed you, albeit stiffly.

"are you okay?" he asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder. he carefully moved his hips experimentally, feeling you clutch your arms around his neck for stability, still pressed to his chest as he hummed, picking up the pace gradually.

you allowed him to buck into you at different angles, feeling him shiver as you kissed at his neck, humming into his skin.

"ah-" you suddenly arched when he hit your g-spot unexpectedly, eyes closing as xiao looked concerned. "that was- good, that was a good spot and-"

he pressed into it again, maintaining the angle of his hips as you trembled. "no, no, i'm gonna come if you keep doing that, xiao." you panicked, though he paid no mind, hearing going static as he continued to fuck up into you. "xiao-" you whined as he held you close to him.

he felt your soft breaths on his skin, hair tickling his neck as you suddenly jolted. "oh- i'm close, i'm really close, xiao, xiao-" you moaned lowly, desperately holding back.

"why are you afraid to experience orgasm?" xiao asked, breaking you from your stupor.

"huh?"

"why?"

"you...i need to keep up with you, xiao. if i- fuck, if i come now...you won't get to and i-"

"i don't mind." xiao admitted, focusing on the feeling of you squeezing around him. "i wanted to know what this was like. i didn't understand why humans were so fond of such things."

he reached down with a hand, sliding it down your stomach to press into your clit as you gasped. how did he remember where-

right. yaksha.

he had you trembling against him, orgasm washing over you as you went slack, leaning onto him and crying out his name as he shuddered, leaning back as you continued to squeeze him oh so tightly.

you felt blissed out as you slowly regained your senses, vision coming back to you as you smiled up at him.

your body still felt tingly, limbs numb as he slowly slid out of you. xiao could tell you were out of it, eyes hazy as he leaned down to kiss your head tenderly.

perhaps human intimacies weren't all completely useless.

#🥀─ 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 ˚ૢ⋆˚#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #xiao smut #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #switch xiao #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

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Helloo! How are you, and how are you doing? I am very obsessed with your post’s and i can’t get enough of them! They are so good written, you are one of the beat writers i have ever seen!! Can i may have a request about Madara and his lover, his lover is very insecure about her flat chest (Not too much she has just small breasts) and always gets picked up on it. She cries in front of the mirror, and Madara sees her when she does that. And then the day after some girls picks up on her small chest and make her cry. Feel free to ignore it, it’s strange and a little weird, so you don’t have to do it. Love you <33

Thank you so much for your beautiful words baby!!! I greatly appreciate your presence here, thank you for sticking around and reading my work, love u too😭💫

I can totally relate to this because I have the flattest chest in the world, and hell, we know Madara won't let his wife have a bad time

"Wake up to reality" but make it bitchier 😩❤️‍🩹

Growing up with Izuna teaches you a thing or two👀

(Y/N) thinks she is alone in the house, and that is the only reason she allows herself vulnerability. She wouldn't cry about it in front of anyone, always strong on the outside, but sometimes she needs to break down and admit that certain things hurt.

Stepping out of the shower, she stands in front of the mirror and admires her figure. She is a pretty girl, nice curves in anyone's eyes, but some people's envy is too heavy to ignore.

She knows that being the leader's wife exposes her to public opinion, having everyone notice and judge her, talk about and debate the details of her personal life as if they knew her. (Y/N) learned to ignore them, to turn a deaf ear to whatever stupid things they might say, but there are things that sometimes can't be avoided.

Deep in her mind, she always had a small annoyance regarding her body: lack of prominent breasts, typical of any conventionally attractive woman. When Madara proclaimed her as his wife after months of secretly dating, it was the first thing that was talked about.

Having small breasts, according to the malicious tongues, speaks of low fertility, of an inability to properly convince. How dare the Uchiha leader choose a woman who will not be able to provide him with a healthy family!

Of course, these are the words of all the superstitious ignoramuses, who have no idea how the body works and believe everything is based on strange myths. The elderly usually furnish the most prominent comments, but (Y/N) ignore them because of their age, forged in another era and impossible to change.

No one had ever expressed an opinion of her anatomy before announcing her formality alongside Madara, no one had ever mentioned anything about her flat chest or lack of bulky breasts, but the exposure to the public eye for being beside such an important person was like being thrown to the wolves.

What she can't tolerate are women her age, girls with a different consciousness and way of life, who latch on to things others say to cautiously insult without being obvious. You can imagine what a scandal there could be if one of them is purposely mean against the leader's wife, always taking precautions to upset her without anyone noticing.

She looks at herself in front of the mirror and lowers the towel to expose her breast, feeling conscious about their shape, size, lack of fullness. She doesn't realize she's crying about it, overwhelmed by all the ugly words she's received these past few days. People can be excessively cruel, and no matter how much self-assurance, self-confidence and self-love she has, every insult or taunt hits hard at her defenses, tearing down her walls bit by bit.

It is infuriating to feel this way because of other people, to give them this power, but she can't help it.

Each tear represents an opinion about her, unable to stop her crying. She moves at different angles trying to find prominence, something that might make her feel better about it, that might fill the emptiness she feels in her stomach, but she cannot console herself.

What if the elders are right? If she can't give her man a healthy, powerful family? Or if Madara gets tired of her for not meeting the stupid standards of conventional beauty, and looks for a woman with another type of build? What if-

"Fuck this, I'm better than that." In an awakening of logic, (Y/N) manages to evade the mindless intrusive thoughts, towel drying her face and proceeding to get dressed.

She ignores the fact that her man watched the whole scene from outside the room, not daring to interrupt an intimate and personal moment, make her feel exposed in her vulnerability, but taking in every glance at the mirror and every tear.

Madara is neither idiot nor ignorant, he knows and is aware of what is said about his wife, the stupidities that people think they have the power to comment without even knowing her, and although he shuts up every person he hears spouting idiocy, he can't be everywhere.

From now on, he will personally make sure it never happens again.

……

The two walk together through the Uchiha compound market, countless people slowing Madara down to greet him and discuss personal matters they want to work on with him. People demand and absorb him like ants on honey, and (Y/N), used to it, always ends up wandering alone until he manages to catch up with her.

Today is no exception, and while three little old ladies monopolize all his attention as soon as they see him arrive at the place, complaining about the bad state of the crops and the crumbling of their little stalls in the street, (Y/N) lets go of his hand and walks around the place alone.

She visits different shops and greets anyone who approaches her, and when she stops at a flower arrangement stall, three women look at her out of the corner of their eyes. They suspiciously approach her but pretend to be talking to each other, a tone of voice conveniently loud.

"Have you seen her? She is so unworthy of the leader!"

"Yes... I mean, look at her, isn't she the most normal, unattractive woman you ever saw?"

"The leader deserves someone who can keep him truly entertained, a good body."

"We all know he values pronounced curves and big breasts, like mine!"

"Yes! You would be the perfect woman for him! Maybe you should try to win him over... look at the mess of a girl he has next to him, he'll jump on you in a second!"

"Madara-Sama will die to get his hands on you and get rid of that horrid little brat!

She will remain silent about it, pretending not to hear them and maintaining the decorum expected of a woman of high rank like her, formal and untainted in the face of any attack she might receive so as not to leave her husband in a bad light.

Of course, she does not expect at all what she hears behind her back as an arm comes around her shoulders and presses her against a marked chest.

"You three, I'm sorry to announce, are the most hideous bitches I've ever seen in my entire fucking life." Madara speaks with a sternness in his voice that makes them shrink back, losing all the boldness they were handling themselves with a few seconds ago.

"And I mean it, for real. I've been through terrible things, wars, death, but I've never seen anything that leaves me more disgusted and aghast than the three of you. What the fuck are you doing in my compound, serving wretchedness and ugliness all over the place?" The women gawk at him, unable to believe Uchiha Madara himself is talking to them like this. Always so formal and proper, no one would expect to hear those kinds of words from his mouth.

The whole market remains silent, paying attention to the situation, watching with surprise and skepticism as the leader humiliates them in front of everyone. The elders stop selling, people stop buying, and everyone turns to watch the exchange.

"You dare to talk about my wife, my beautiful (Y/N), when you are the ugliest bitches I've ever seen, walking around and scaring anyone who sees you? To judge someone you must be at least on their level, you revolting women."

"Madara... maybe that's enough..." She whispers from his chest, cocooned in her man's skin and utterly shocked by what she hears. Sure, she knows her husband's casual, offbeat side, it was what made her fall in love with him, but she never quite anticipated him risking his reputation in front of all his people like this for her.

"No, not enough at all. They need to wake up to reality, understand they are dreadfully ugly, that no one will ever want them, and no one will ever choose them. You," he points to the first one who attacked her, "your tits are fake, horrible job, you should ask for your money back. You," points to the next one, "you're the nastiest woman I've ever seen in my fucking life, fix your teeth, and you," points to the last one, "you're rotten with envy from the inside out, disgusting. Get the fuck out of here, now."

"YES! GET OUT OF HERE."

"GET OUT YOU WITCHES!"

"YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE MISS (Y/N), GET OUT!"

"RUN AWAY, YOU INSOLENT HAGS!"

All the people in the market join their leader, accompanying his statements and pushing the women away. (Y/N) can't believe the display of the event, how they all unite and support their leader with total respect, how they protect her along with him.

She never felt so supported, as she watches the three women being rushed to the entrance of the Uchiha compound and flee in tears, egos shattered and abased, an ultimately needed journey of humility.

Madara smiles at her like a small child as chaos unfolds around them, cradled by his arms and pressed against his chest, contained, backed up, protected. No one ever thought he could behave like that, talk the way he did, but it seems the Uchiha leader always surprises.

Maybe he learned a thing or two from his younger brother, after all.

#uchiha madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara #uchiha madara #madara uchiha #uchiha clan #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #naruto x reader

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In ur opinion,who do u think draw moon knight best?

Mine is Declan Shalvey

BOY DID YOU ASK A QUESTION!!!!!!!

I’ve waxed on and on about the writers of Moon Knight. The best ones, the worst ones, a few mediocre ones that got the job done….

But what about the art?

Each artist has their own style, their own ideas, and their own grasp of Moon Knight.

When you get very lucky, you get a writer and artist dream team that create something beautiful.

Let’s start with Bill Sienkiewicz.

(THIS WASN'T EVEN FOR A COMIC. HE JUST FUCKING DREW THIS FOR FUNZIES)

He was not the first to draw Moon Knight. THAT was Don Perlin! Look at this cape design!

He was relatively new to the comic scene, but quickly a very sought after man. New Mutants, Electra, and many others for many different publishers.

And even after he left us he still pops in now and then to remind us that no one…NO ONE can draw Moon Knight like he can. Look at Sienkiewicz JUST FLEXING.

(2014 people!!) Someone came to him and went, "Hey we could use a Moon Knight Variant. Do you wanna dip back in and hand us a little ol' Moony?"

And he gave them this and I'm sure they went "...WTF we didn't even ask for this. We thought he'd just do him perched on a building or something in the distance. What do we do with this? It's too good holy crap."

(2022 because he felt like schooling us again with another cover)

But he gave us more than the cowl. He gave us the men who wear it.

And as amazing as his art was:

He also gave us the most important pieces:

I could wax on and on about Bill all day… But let’s take a look at some other artists.

Kevin Nowlan Kept the dark parts of the suit and the billowing cape.

Bo Hampton is the one that teamed up with Zelenetz to give us a fantastic sleek and angry design. Here's MK punching some Neo-Nazi in the face!

Chris Warner came later in "First of Khonshu" run and started with a very classic 1990s muscle bound and glitzy design. A design that might start to look familiar to those of you with a sharp eye (look at that belt. We're approaching the BLING age of Moon Knight.)

This was a weird time in comics for Moon Knight. We were switching out writers a lot and he suddenly had a much more Egyptian style theme.

Moon Knight art goes on a WILD ride after this. We get the "Marc Spector" run that spans late 80s and early 80s and the art gets very 90s. Solid, Dark, and BUSY.

Sal Velluto (With the Punisher! This was a fantastic pair up!)

Ron Garney Plays with the sharp edges of the cloak and that’s nice. Also gives his mask a bit more of a definition.

Gary Kwapisz comes in with a BOLD metallic Moon Knight. Just look at those fists! Time time in MK was just wild you guys.

James Fry flies in and tries to make sense of those MUSCLES.

1993 arrived and the 90s hit HARD.

Stephen Platt deep in that 90s style.

What’s happening here? I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. But man does it look ACTION COOL.

Muscles got BIG in this period in the 90s. Anatomy got weird and chest size had no limits.

Tommy Lee Edwards steps in and slims our pal Moon Knight back down.

Now THAT is a breath of fresh air. I love this.

Look at the use of that cape! And the hood? The subtle mask outline… Yes please.

Mark Texeira steps in after this. Let me tell you guys about this art. This is the start of the modern age. 2008!

(Look at the little Moon Knight design in the upper right near the signature! OMG little cutie!) Also the details in that rugged face and wet hair.

But how does the suit look?

Nice.

We leave behind the glorious Tex and head to David Finch! You might recognize some of these motiffs as we get to some more popular runs.

Hello there fist spikes! This is when Moon Knight starts to get his reputation as being a bit…punchy…

The point in his cowl gets defined in this style too.

Mico Suayan takes on this hard hitting run too.

Clean lines, dark darks and white whites and that cape! The spikes are gone but the muscles are coming back.

This was a big action packed run and numerous artists got a chance.

Now… This is about where I stop listing every single artist because it gets too fast pace with single issues, annuals, events, and all that fun business. SO here are some highlights. Also I have an upload limit so I'm sorry I can't show you all the beautiful art styles that branched off at this time.

Bong Dazo gave us that little sad startled cat.

Jerome Opeña Had such AMAZING action picks. I’ve never seen action done so well. And that outfit!

I…I could go on forever about this artist and the run he did. But that’s for another day… Just know that I think about it all the time and it lives in my head rent free.

I’m going to skip a lot here and jump to the BIG GUNS.

Hate the run, LOVE the art.

My dear Alex Maleev makes it worth it.

The absolute SLAYING of the white in every image kills me. LOOK. LOOOK AT THE USE OF NEGATIVE SPACE.

It honestly brings me back to Sienkiewicz.

I’m screaming inside holding this up to the moon.

From there we slide SO easily into Declan Shalvey my precious.

You know what I’m talking about.

Ron Ackins Took over from there and it was stellar.

I am going to skip over THREE artists on purpose because not only was the RUN bad (the worst) but also the ART was just the worst. (See BEMIS run. Ugh. Nothing was good in that run.)

Do I need to talk about Greg Smallwood?

Do I really need to post anything about Greg?

Or Cappuccio who works with MacKay's current run?

Or Federico Sabbatini who also fills in with MacKay?

(I would but I'm out of picture space. Thanks Tumblr).

So who is my favorite?

Hard to say… I’m caught up in the colors and designs of some, the action styles of others. Sometimes the raw power of MK’s fighting or just in how clever his cape and cowl are done.

And sometimes I crave that amazing 1980s Sienkiewicz designs of Moon Knight in the rain, Stained Glass Scarlet’s everything, and the shape of Moon Knight (or shapelessness of him).

I could argue that ANY artist that draws Moon Knight during a good run is my favorite. I could forgive most any style if the story is right and the style will weave into the words and the flow of his cape will settle into my heart once again.

And sometimes….

Well…

#Moon Knight #Talk to me about Moon Knight #Ask away #Does that answer your question?#BOY did you ask a question #I always leave out the colorists and inkers and I feel bad #But we wouldn't be here without them #To the finishers too #Layout artists #There are so many people involved in making a comic beautiful

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EVANESCENT; fleeting, fading or disappearing quickly

chapter 001: trust enter itachi. enter kisame.

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader x kisame publish date: 07.03.22 | wc: 7.2k chapter summary: whoever decided to deliver two dying men to your house owed you big. it’s going to take days to get the blood out of your carpet. chapter warnings: mentions of blood. me making up shit about anatomy & healing & chakra. do not try any of this at home.

It had been a normal day.

That’s how it usually starts though, right? Unusual events never occurred when people were ready for them. Your situation was no different.

Fresh snowfall covered your small yard as you enter your home, shaking snow from your shoes before kicking them to the side and closing the door behind you. You’re unwinding your scarf when you freeze, adrenaline immediately pumping through you.

Your back sliding door was open.

Your house was small and fairly open, giving you a perfect view of almost everything from your front door. You can see bloody footprints, along with dark red drips and splatters, starting from outside - a stark contract against the white of the snow - and trailing to the right, disappearing into the rest of your living room. You reach for a kunai in your thigh holster and call out, voice hard and vicious.

“Who the hell are you?”

It’s quiet for a moment and you try to feel for something - a chakra signature, some sort of presence - and come up empty. There’s a chance that whoever broken in had left but your gut was telling you otherwise. You take a step forward, the old wood of your floorboard creaking loudly, and freeze again when a distinctly male voice calls out to you.

“I mean you no harm.”

Of course they hadn’t left. That would make everything too easy.

You want to laugh, a man breaking into your house, no doubt covered in blood, meant you know harm? You pluck a couple of senbon from your waist pouch that were covered in a paralytic poison, grateful that your extremely paranoid partner made sure you kept yourself stocked, no matter what you were doing.

Bless that skinny bespectacled bastard.

“I may have been born at night, but not last night. Answer my question, asshole.”

There’s a cough that could have been a chuckle and then you hear a wet rasp. Whoever was in your living room seemed to be having trouble breathing and your eyes trail back to the blood on your floors. You had assumed your unwanted house guest was covered in blood but now - now you think he might be injured.

That … changed things.

You can practically feel your partner rolling his eyes at your gentler nature but at your core you weren’t a killer; unless the situation called for it.

And this situation was still … currently developing.

“I promise, I’m not here to hurt you.”

You snort and take another step forward, mind reeling to come up with a plan. You were running out of wall to hide behind and so far all you had come up with was … well, nothing. You truly didn’t know if the motherfucker currently bleeding out in your living room was a threat or not - but you weren’t stupid. You didn’t want to kill anyone needlessly but you still needed to treat him like a threat, and be ready to move on him if needed.

“You don’t have to believe me when I say that.” There’s another cough and you grit your teeth, white knuckling the kunai in your hand. “But believe me when I say this - if you make a move against me, I will kill you.”

Ah. There it is.

And you were going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You straighten at his pointed threat, jaw working in agitation.

“You seem to be at a disadvantage here, sir. I’m not the one bleeding out all over the place.”

You’re met with a charged silence and you feel your stomach twist with knots. You were decent in a fight, but you didn’t have any real shinobi training - and the only person you knew you could call for backup was currently on a month long mission. If he was a rogue nin you’d probably be fine, but if he was a major player with village training - well.

In a word, you’d be fucked.

The next word out of the stranger’s mouth makes your spine go rigid.

“Please.”

Um.

What?

Since when were shinobi polite?

His plea is soft, and something twists in your chest when you realize he’s pleading for you to not make him kill you. You blink, suddenly furious at this stranger’s arrogance, furious that you’re becoming a victim in your own home, and furious that there’s blood drying on your carpet.

Breathe.

In and out.

Think.

Two options, then.

Option one - charge at the injured stranger in your living room and hope he’s bluffing. All you needed to do was prick him with one of your senbon and he’d be paralyzed in seconds.

Option two - continue talking to him while you come up with option three; which would hopefully have less risk than option one.

You snarl and take another step forward, deciding to just say fuck it.

“I’‘m coming in. I won’t make a move towards you, but I’m not putting away my weapons.”

There’s a beat of silence, before you hear him speak again - this time his voice sounds watery; like there’s liquid in his mouth.

“Alright.”

You swallow and come around the corner, kunai ready to strike. You find your stranger sitting in your armchair, and blink owlishly at the sight of him. He was younger than you expected, more than likely your age, and he looked like he was one more hit away from dying where he sat. His grey shirt was torn to ribbons, blood coating every tear. There was more blood dripping from his right eye and out of the corner of his mouth. He had a large gash down the side of his face, and you can tell he had a larger wound on his side - no doubt where all the blood on your floor is coming from. You can see the fishnets underneath his shirt are in no better shape, and you whistle softly, keeping your kunai up.

“You don’t look so hot.”

Your comment has one of his eyebrows arching, and dark eyes stare back at you - bottomless and void of any emotion. You might see irritation there but it was hard to tell from your distance.

“Why are you here?” You ask, and you watch as he draws in a breath with difficulty. You can hear the rattling in his lungs and you work your jaw, not exactly enjoying watching this man actively die in front of you.

“I needed a place to recover.” He answers, voice growing hoarse, and you snort.

“I hate to break it to you - but I don’t think you’re recovering from all of that without some serious help.”

He offers you a self deprecating smirk before coughing, and you watch in muted horror as blood spurts from his mouth. Unconsciously, you take a step forward but reel yourself back when his eyes flash to you.

“Easy.” You start, as if you’re talking to a wounded animal. It was obvious to you that he wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t keen on letting a man die in your home. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere and you could technically help him. You weren’t a real medic but your views aligned with them.

Why let someone suffer needlessly when you could help them?

Besides, dealing with dead bodies was something you did not do.

“You clearly need help. I’m in a position to offer it. You gonna let me, or do you want to just continue to bleed out everywhere?”

The man narrows his eyes at you, chest starting to heave with effort, and you steel yourself.

“Look, buddy, I know trust isn’t something people like us do. But trust me when I say this - you’re going to die without help. You’re here because there’s no healer in town and this was the easiest house to get to that’s far enough away from everyone, right?”

He blinks at you slowly, confirming your words, and you continue on while slowly lowering your kunai.

“Okay. Now, I don’t care who you are or why you’re torn to shreds. I don’t like death and really don’t want you bleeding out all over my floor. If I come over there to at least assess you, are you going to let me?”

There’s a charged pause between you two and you watch him carefully, eyeing the way he continues to bleed. The man looks at you, assessing you, eyeing your weapons pouch, before giving you a sharp nod.

You jerk your head towards your open back door, and start to move towards it, never taking your eye off of the man sitting in front of you. Your house is cold from the winter chill and you shudder, closing and locking it with one hard. You drop your kunai into your thigh holster and push your senbon back into your pouch, hands coming up and displaying your palms to him in surrender. He watches your movements carefully, but makes no move to stop you, and you inch forward slowly.

You stop when you’re directly in front of him and crouch down, eyes flicking over his many injuries - trying to pick a place just to start. You knew minimal healing technique, that was more your partner’s forte - you were a poison expert; plants and venom and antidotes were your area of expertise.

But still. Your help was better than nothing.

“I need to cut off your shirt.” You say gingerly, knowing that if you just reached for him without warning, especially with a kunai, he’d take it as an act of aggression. There’s a pause and he nods, giving you silent permission.

You slowly reach back for your kunai and carefully cut his shirt along with his fishnets, peeling the bloodied fabric from his skin. His chest stutters, no doubt from pain, and you murmur an apology as you finish stripping him as best as you could.

The site that meets you makes you stomach churn.

There were small lacerations that littered his chest and sides, not very deep and could easily be closed. It’s the larger wound on his side that worries you, along with the black spider webbing surrounding most of his wounds.

He’d been poisoned.

There’s three different kinds of poison that cause black marks like that and none of them are easy fixes. The first one you think of is pretty deadly upon impact and you turn your head up, meeting his gaze.

“When did you get these?”

He swallows, no doubt struggling to talk, and answers you with a rasp.

“Less than half a day ago.”

Okay. One poison down.

“Talk me through your symptoms.” You say, standing and turning to walk into your kitchen. Slowness was quickly forgotten, you needed to work fast if you wanted to save his life. Stop the bleeding, start creating the antidote.

Easy.

Right?

There’s a wet cough behind you and you flinch, not liking the way his chest was rattling with each breath.

“Shortness of breath. Drowsiness. Muscle spasms. Blocked chakra.”

You nod along, mouthing along with him as he speaks and start rifling through your cabinets. Bandages are found quickly and you rush back to him to start packing his larger wound. You don’t notice the way he tenses as you touch him, too busy mulling over everything you’d need to make him an antidote. There was also the matter of extracting the poison, at least some of it, but you’d break that news to him once you could stop him from bleeding.

Once you’ve stopped his side from bleeding you turn to face him, eyeing the way he seemed to struggling even more to breathe. You press your ear to his chest, needing to listen, politeness thrown out the window. His breathing sounds stunted and wet, and you feel anxiety grip you when you realize what you have to do. The poison was no doubt causing his airway to swell but the fluid filling his lungs would kill him first. At least, you’re pretty sure that’s what you hear.

Only one way to find out.

“I need to tap your chest.” You breathe, moving away from him to stand to get utensils from your kitchen. You think you hear him make a frustrated noise and you laugh humorlessly as you rifle through your drawers.

“Trust me, I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

There’s another wet rasp, further worsening your anxiety, before he speaks.

“You’ve done this before?”

Ha.

“Sure.” You reply diplomatically, finding a small tube along with a sharp enough scalpel. There’s a disbelieving grunting sound coming from your living room and you smile in a way you hope is comforting as you turn to face the man currently dying in your favorite arm chair.

Judging by the way he’s grimacing, it’s not working.

“Okay, let’s lay you down.”

He closes his eyes, no doubt mentally preparing for what’s coming next, and you help him gingerly onto the floor. His skin is molten lava against yours and you add fever on your list of things to worry about and address quickly.

Once he’s laying down on his back, you hover over him, quickly disinfecting your utensils with the alcohol solution you snagged from under your sink.

“This is going to hurt, but you can’t move. Usually I’d have someone hold you down but it seems we’re both short on friends here.”

There’s another raspy chuckle at your pathetic joke and you swallow thickly.

“Okay stranger. This is going to help you breathe better so I have time to extract some of the poison in you. Then we’ll work on your fever, then we’ll close your wounds. Okay?”

The man beneath you nods, and to your surprise, closes his eyes. The trust he was giving you in that moment, however fleeting, was breathtaking and you shake your head to clear your thoughts.

You grip your scalpel and place a hand on his chest, mainly to steady you, but to also feel for his heart and breath sounds.

“On three.” You murmur, tightening your grip on your scalpel.

“One -”

You slice into him without warning, quickly removing the scalpel to replace it with the tube. To your shock and pleasant surprise, murky liquid starts to leak out and his eyes fly open as he takes a large breath, wincing in pain - but breathing.

“Hell yes.” You whisper, meeting his eyes with a grin. He closes his eyes again and takes another deep breath. You wait until the liquid starts to thin before removing the tube and packing the small hole with bandages.

On to step two.

“I’m going to remove some of the poison now. I can’t take all of it, some of it’s already too broken down in your system, but I can stop it from spreading further. Everything else is going to need time to flush out.”

He nods again, and you stand, running to your bathroom to find medical fluid to help you. You rush into your kitchen for bowls and come back, nausea once again churning in your gut.

“Have you ever had poison extracted from you before?”

Your stranger nods and you swallow thickly, cracking your knuckles nervously.

“I’m going to do this in tiny increments - to help with the pain. Again, you can’t move and we’re short on friends so ...”

You trail off and bite your lip, knowing that the man laying in front of you was tougher than anyone you’d met based on his condition and the fact that he was still talking - but still. Extracting poison was painful, excruciatingly so, and the last time your partner had to perform this procedure on you it took two people to hold you down.

You start with the darkest laceration on his chest, making a small cut on either side of the wound. You pick up a small portion of the medical fluid, chakra gathering in your hands, and hover it over the tiny cut, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Ready?”

The man inhales sharply, signalling you to start, and you push the fluid through, pulling it through his system and then from the other small cut - whispering apology after apology as you watch him struggle against the pain. You feel a lump form in your throat - you don’t even know this guy - but seeing someone suffer like this made your insides turn.

Your partner did always say you were soft.

You keep going, the black murky poison lifting from his body with every push of fluid, and find yourself babbling - hoping to at least keep his mind off of it.

You weren’t sure why you cared so much.

“I know this hurts, I’m sorry. Deep breaths, okay? Slow, nice and easy - I need to know your lungs are still clear. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be back on your feet in no time - killing and stealing and breaking into girl’s houses - or whatever it is you do.”

You’re so focused on the task at hand you don’t notice the amused lilt on your stranger’s lips before he’s grimacing and hissing in pain, a choked groan coming from him that reminds you of a dying animal.

Gods, you hated that sound.

“Just a little more, I promise. Finish this, get your fever down, close your wounds. Keep breathing for me, deep ones. I’ve got you.”

You’re on your last pull, the black spider webbing around his cuts having faded tremendously, and you release what’s left into the bowl next to you, letting out a relieved sigh. The man beneath you lolls his head to the side, panting in pain, and you place a hand on his chest.

“I’m done, hard part’s over. You did great, it’s going to be easy from here.”

He glances at you, and your eyes meet for a beat before you’re looking away - gathering up the bowls to place in the kitchen. You don’t notice how his gaze trails you now, not to track your movements like a threat, but to just watch you curiously.

You’d already mentally complied a list of plants you’d need to create an antidote - but his raging fever had to come first. You’re gathering ice from your freezer into rags, trying to come up with a way to talk the man into getting into your shower - half so you could get the blood off of him before you stitch him up, half so you could bring down his temperature.

Based on how things were going - you’d say you had about fifty fifty odds of getting him agree to get naked in front of you.

How the fuck did this turn into your day?

No, wait. His chest.

Shit, you need to repair the hole you made - and make sure there aren’t anymore tears in his lungs. And then the fever. Then the wounds, then the antidote.

You’re about to head back to him when his voice freezes you, raspy and hoarse, your heart jumping in your chest like it’s been electrocuted.

“Thank you.”

Um.

Either he’s delirious or this is the politest shinobi you’ve ever met.

You turn slowly, blinking as you watch him struggle to sit up before making a disgruntled noise.

Idiot.

“Hey - no. No moving, no anything.”

You hurry to him, unable to keep the bite out of your tone as you attempt to boss him, placing your ice filled rags on the floor next to him. The man huffs at you, clearly not liking being told what to do, but you’re already gearing up for a rant.

“You have any idea what I just did to you? No moving without assistance or my say so, or so help me I will strap you down. Which I think will severely effect our fragile friendship. And you can thank me once we’re done here - which we’re a long way from.”

You push him down gently and to your surprise he goes back to lying on his back, brow furrowed as he watched you. You roll your eyes and start placing your makeshift ice packs around his neck and chest - careful to avoid any open wounds.

“See? That’s not so hard. Now ... this next part you’re not going to like, but I feel like we’ve grown close these past few minutes, so you’ll excuse my forwardness.”

His brow, which was honestly quite elegant, arched in confusion. You scrunch your nose and nod toward your bathroom.

“I’m going to do my best to repair your lungs now. Easy part. The part you’re not going to like is what comes after. We need to break your fever and I need all of that blood off of you so I can see what I’m doing. There’s also a possibility of your skin being coated in more poison - long story short, you need to rinse off. Which means ...”

You trail off, glancing down at his pants, and sigh when his expression falls flat, obviously not on board with your plan.

Ugh.

Fucking shinobi.

You hold your hands up in surrender, meeting his eyes with the most serious look you can muster.

“Look - we don’t have options here. Okay? I won’t look - just need to get you in there and hang out to make sure you don’t pass out and hurt yourself. Not to brag, but I’ve seen my fair share. You don’t have anything I’ve never seen before.”

Your stranger blinks and looks up at your ceiling, and you’re reminded of your partner looking at the sky to gather patience anytime he’d be faced with a very annoying situation. Which more often than not happened to involve you.

At least your life was consistent.

“Alright, I’m going to take your silence as understanding. Keep taking slow, deep breaths for me.”

You spread your hands over his chest, swallowing at how hot and clammy his skin was, and close your eyes - forcing your chakra into his body to feel for damage. The process is slow and long - you’re not an expert with this kind of healing and it takes you way longer than it should; to feel for the hole in his chest you created along with any other damage. He keeps steadily breathing through all of it and unbeknownst to you, keeps his eyes on your face the entire time. Curious girl, taking care of a strange man who broke into her home. The way you spoke was contradicting to the way you handled him, always so gentle and apologetic.Your dry humor was meant to be comforting, distracting, and while he doesn’t find himself comfortable or distracted he’s ... not as on edge as he was before.

Honestly, he isn’t sure what to make of you.

Time ticks along slowly and after awhile you’re withdrawing your chakra, happy to report his lungs were ... in a word, fine. The poison hadn’t quite reached them, the damage was replaced to the best of your ability, and he was breathing a lot easier now - the wet rattling sound now gone.

Not the best work that’s ever been done, but it was your best and that’s what mattered.

You sigh and remove your hands from his chest to rest on your thighs and turn your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You could feel your muscles start to get heavy but push it to the side - there wasn’t time to be tired. Not yet.

“Okay stranger. Shower time.”

The man on your floor stares at you blankly and something about it makes you want to laugh. He then turns his head back to the ceiling and closes his eyes again, no doubt preparing himself for the mortifying ordeal of being stripped by someone he didn’t know. You give him a beat before you tap his arm gently.

“It’s now or never. I don’t think there’s a specific prayer for this kind of situation.”

You’re pleased by the stunted snort you’re awarded with and you move to crouch above his head, carefully pushing him up by his shoulders. Soon you’ve got him on his feet, mildly impressed that he can kind of function on his own, and throw one of his arms over your shoulder. Careful to avoid the blood soaked bandages on his side, you lead him to your bathroom. You rest him on the edge of your tub against the wall and turn your water on to room temperature. You’d ease the water colder as he got used to it - you didn’t want him going into shock in your bathtub.

You turn to face him and gather your courage.

Alright ... here goes nothing.

“Can you take off your pants or do you need help?”

Your stranger gives you a look that you’re sure could wilt flowers if he was at full strength and you can’t help but fight a smile.

“You’re honestly a little scary, you know that?”

Your dry comment gets no reaction and you snort.

“Got it, no help. Gotta say, you’re the first guy to not take me up on that offer.”

You turn your back and make a show of even covering your face, once again missing the amused quirk of his lips.

“Alright, strip. I’m gonna grab you a towel to cover yourself, and then I’ll slowly lower the water’s temperature.”

You stand and move to your sink, blindly opening your cabinet to reach for a clean towel. You can hear him moving behind you and turn to face him, eyes still closed and face covered by your hand, when you hear clothing fall onto your tile. You extend your arm out with your towel in your hand, letting him take it from you. You wait a moment, listening as he slowly eased himself into your bathtub, before speaking.

“All good?”

There’s an affirmative grunt and you peek through your fingers, nodding when you see him sitting under the spray of water, towel hiding his ... parts successfully. You move to once again sit on the edge of your tub and watch his chest carefully, noting how he still seemed to struggle a little when he inhaled. The dried blood on his chest, arms, and thighs was start to break apart and drip away, giving you a better view of all of his cuts and bruises.

He was seriously beat to hell.

“I’d ask what happened to you but ... I know you’d lie. Or just ignore me.”

There’s a huff from your stranger - you think it might be a laugh - and you continue to ramble, twisting your body to drop the temperature of the water a notch. He stiffens under the change before relaxing against your tile again and you keep your eye on his chest and the soaked bandages on his side.

“I’m also tempted to ask for your name, but again, I know you’ll just lie. Or ignore me. It’s hurtful, honestly - I think we’re becoming fast friends. I’d like to be able to call you something and I’m terrible with nicknames.”

Your sarcasm and cheeky grin earn you an amused look and you feel your shoulders start to sag with exhaustion. You’re tired, the adrenaline from the whole situation was wearing off and your chakra was extremely depleted. You can’t believe that only hours ago you’d come home to find this man bleeding out in your living room.

You did want to know his name at least, but you knew you weren’t going to get it. There’s a pause and you turn, wanting to drop the temperature down again, when his voice surprises you.

“Shisui.”

Your fingertips pause on your shower handle and you cock your head back to look at him, unable to fight your bemused smile.

“Liar.” You challenge and he snorts, shoulder lifting in a pathetic attempt at a shrug.

Well, at least it was something. Maybe it was a nickname, or a shortened version of his real name.

Or maybe he was just full of shit.

“Hana.” You lie smoothly, turning back to the task at hand. The water cools even further and you wince when you hear him hiss.

“Hana.” He repeats, his tone one of disbelief and you turn, tongue poking out between your teeth.

“Mhmm.”

The air around you two is light now, both of you clearly lying about your names, and both of you finding it funny. It went with the line of work - shinobi’s secrets had secrets and only the stupid ones that trusted easily ended up dead.

You take this time to give yourself a moment to really look at “Shisui” and can’t help but find him ... handsome. Honestly, he was pretty. He had delicate features that were no doubt hardened by his line of work. His long black hair was tied in a loose band, strands falling over his face. His eyes were dark, almost bottomless, and his face seemed like it was permanently set in a serious expression. He had to have been around your age, and you trail your eyes down - taking in the way he was breathing again. There are faded scars littering his body, the marks of a shinobi, and the necklace he wore was ... attractive. His chest moved with very little difficulty but you noted he still seemed uncomfortable - no doubt due to inflammation from the poison slowly working through his insides. You had time though, and you wanted to clean and sew up his wounds - not wanting to have to fight off an infection on top of the poison.

“I’m going to feel your skin now, to see if the water’s been helping.”

You wait for a moment for some kind of objection and smile softly when there is none. You lean forward to place the back of your hand against his forehead, humming at the coolness you felt there. The water was cooling his skin but there was still some heat behind it - which was to be expected. The water had done it’s job of clearing away most of the grime and blood - and you eye his injuries carefully. You notice that he closes his eyes at the contact and it’s ... strange, the trust he’s showing you. It’s strange the trust you’re showing him.

This whole thing was just ... strange.

You remove your hand slowly and clear your throat.

“Couple more minutes and then we’ll close those wounds, okay?”

“Shisui” nods and you crack your neck before stretching and popping your back. Your muscles were starting to stiffen and you were feeling a little light headed from how tired you were. More than likely heaven compared to how the man across from you felt, but you knew you didn’t have much left in you before you needed to sleep.

Close the wounds. Make the antidote. Sleep. No, eat. No ... make sure the stranger eats. Where would he sleep? He definitely needed sleep. And healing sessions. Multiple doses of the antidote you’d need to make. After closing his wounds.

Fuck, your head hurt.

After another minute of you trying to collect your thoughts, and failing, you shut the water off and stand to grab a dry towel. Your head swims, just barely, making you inhale sharply - but it was over in less than a second and you’re sure “Shisui” wouldn’t notice.

“Are you alright?”

Ah. Observant little shit. And so polite. Gods, who was this guy?

“I’m fine.” you reply, handing him a dry towel. He needed new clothes, and you let him know you’ll be right back - needing to look for something that might fit him. He says nothing, eyeing you with a stern look that you ignore, and soon you’re back outside of the bathroom.

“Hey, I’ve got some pants for you. I’m gonna put them on the floor and close the door. I’ll wait here if you need help.”

There’s no answer and honestly, you weren’t expecting one. You toss the pair of sweats you found that belonged to your partner onto the tile and click your door shut, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

Close his wounds.

Make the antidote.

Easy.

It takes a moment for him to dry off and change but he does successfully and you open the door to him leaning against the counter, breathing hard. You don’t give him a chance to argue or glare at you before you’re sliding his arm over your shoulder again to escort him back to your living room. You ease him onto your couch, an old but comfortable thing, and lay him on his back. You pointedly look away from the blood all over your favorite arm chair and floor, deciding that all of that was a problem for future you. Who was hopefully less tired.

“I’m going to check on your wound that I packed earlier before stitching up the smaller ones. How are you feeling?”

Your question is met with silence and you sigh loudly, carefully peeling back the wet bandage on his side. “Shisui” grits his teeth as the cotton catches against his open skin and you immediately place a hand on his chest to steady him.

"Sorry - I’m out of pain meds. I can get you some tomorrow.” You pause and chew anxiously on your lips at the size of the laceration.

Gods, it was nasty.

“If you tell me how you’re feeling, I’ll get you the really good stuff.”

You’re met with a huff, something you’re coming to associate with a laugh, and can’t help but smile in response.

“Hand to the gods. It’ll knock you right out after making you feel like you’re floating.”

You’re inspecting the wound now, happy to note that it didn’t seem like it was infected. You’re still met with silence and bite your tongue, deciding not to push it. Admitting weakness was difficult for anyone, and impossible for a shinobi. You go to stand, needing stitches and a needle - and are visibly shocked when you hear him speak.

“Tired.”

You jerk back to his side, eyes darting from his face to his chest. Tired. Okay. That’s a start.

“Tired how?” you ask and he shifts his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Lightheaded. Drowsy, almost. Everything’s ... heavy.”

Very likely side effects from the poison along with chakra depletion. You nod along, categorizing his symptoms in your head, and move away to grab what you need to close his wounds.

“Okay, all of that is to be expected. Did you hit your head at all - any sharp pain or confusion?”

There’s a noise from behind you that you assume is a negative and you roll your eyes, coming back with stitches and a needle.

“You are extremely monosyllabic. Is that just with me or all of your friends?”

Another noise, this one lighter - he’s laughing again. It pulls a small smile from you as you bend over him, sanitizing your needle. “Shisui” watches your soft smile as intelligent eyes roved over his chest, soft and warm hands brushing against him. The needle piercing his skin around the gaping wound on his side is nothing compared to the way he felt hours ago and he’s able to distract himself from it as he watches you. Curious girl, potentially very stupid girl - healing and exposing herself to a stranger. There were so many times you had exposed your neck, turned your back, left yourself open for attack - and it’s stunning, the trust you’ve both built. He’s ready, if need be, to fight you - to disarm you and kill you if you made a cross move, but there’s no maliciousness coming from you. No intent to harm, you only wanted to help - and isn’t he lucky he broke into your house. He’d be close to passing out, close to dying, and you saved him.

The pressure in his chest is a feeling he doesn’t feel often.

He’s grateful.

Grateful for the curious girl stitching up his side while she murmurs softly - no doubt rambling again to distract him from the pain. Curious, stupid, kind girl - more worried about his comfort than her own safety. He closes his eyes for a beat, the exhaustion in his bones catching up with him, and idly thinks of his partner. He had tried to wait for him, to find him - but his own wounds proved to be more than what he could handle and he had to move on to find shelter. It had been hours and there was no sign of his teammate, which begged the question ...

Where the hell did he go?

Kisame was fucking pissed.

Wrathful.

Livid.

The rage he felt was all consuming and boiled just under his skin, making his fingers twitch with the need to kill. To main, to do harm - fuck, he was close to getting out of control.

Samehada was gone.

The fire burning through him was almost enough to distract him from the sheer exhaustion and pain he felt from the brutal fight he just escaped from. He was drenched too - and the snow slowly falling from the sky was making him colder than normal.

He couldn’t sense anything around him and his chakra levels were low, lower than they’d been in a long time. He’d lost track of Itachi during the fight - it was an ambush from hell. Teams of higher ups, black ops - Kisame remembers seeing different headbands; which meant villages coming together to try and take them both out.

Honestly, their efforts were valiant and the teamwork was almost heartwarming.

But still futile.

And now ... now, Samehada was gone and Itachi was missing and Kisame was in a bad way. An extremely bad way. He wasn’t healing like normal - no doubt due to the weird black spider webbing he saw pulsing from the wound on his arm.

Poison was such a bitch.

Gods, Kisame was so pissed off. He was bleeding, actively bleeding out, and his vision was blurring. He couldn’t track down Samehada like this, he needed to find shelter. Or Itachi. Where the fuck had his partner disappeared to? Fuck, his levels were low. When was the last time he was in this bad of shape?

Kisame trudged on, footsteps heavy in the snow. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, he just needed somewhere to rest. Somewhere safe - he was pretty sure him and the Uchiha had taken care of everyone from the ambush but an operation like that required planning. Back ups. Surely there would be more shinobi and Kisame was in no condition to meet them.

He walks for awhile, mind groggy, when his eyes widen in shock.

That smell ...

Itachi.

His partner’s blood swirled in his nose, the scent catching his attention immediately. It was old, but close, and Kisame turns - following the scent until he can see the trail of blood with his own two eyes, Itachi’s footsteps right next to them. Kisame walks along, covering their tracks, and trying to keep his vision straight.

Keep going. Keep going.

He followed in Itachi’s footsteps, stomach churning at how easy it was to track his partner’s trail. To be this obvious, for him to not cover his footsteps...

Fuck, what kind of condition was Itachi in?

He stumbles along, struggling to remain upright while covering up their footsteps and the blood. It takes longer than it should and Kisame knows he needs to find a flat surface to black out on - like now. His vision was swimming and delirious thoughts were taking a hold of him when he finds a small house. He can feel Itachi’s faint chakra signature inside, gods his partner was practically running on empty - right next to another faint, warm signature. Kisame isn’t thinking straight enough to care about the obvious stranger danger and stutters to a stop right outside of the house, head throbbing and body going limp. He laughs out loud and thinks about knocking - isn’t that the polite thing to do? - before his eyes roll and he rocks forward, blacking out before he can even hit the ground.

When he wakes his head hurts so badly he decides opening his eyes is a terrible idea. There’s noise around him; movement, voices - Itachi. And someone else, someone raspier. A woman, maybe. He turns his head and tries to focus, but fuck - the drums in his eardrums are deafening. They’re pounding up a storm behind his skull and he thinks he might vomit.

“Holy shit, he’s awake. Gods, you two are resilient.”

Okay, yeah, that was definitely not his partner’s voice. Definitely a woman.

What the fuck was Itachi doing with a woman?

He feels something cool on his forehead and for a second it feels like heaven. In that second, he thinks he could marry whoever the woman pressing cold nirvana against his skin was - and he wants to open his eyes but the cold rag against his skin moves down to cover the upper half of his face. Fuck, it feels so good - so good that he forgets in that second that he’s a shinobi in a comprising position with an unnamed person.

“Hey there big guy. I need you to listen to me, okay? You’re about as bad off as your, uh, partner over here - and I don’t have enough stuff here for both of you. Um, Shisui tells me that you heal faster than most and that you’ll be okay if I leave but you’re gonna hurt in the meantime. I’ve got your wounds closed to the best of my abilities right now, but you cannot move. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Can you tap your thigh if you understand?”

What the fuck was going on?

Kisame thinks he might still be delirious but ...

Gods, your voice - raspy, sweet; there was a kindness to it that’s foreign to him and Kisame has to really wonder if this was real or not. You were floating on the edge of his awareness and he reaches out with what’s left of his senses, moving past your chakra signature to feel Itachi’s. His partner was there, alive, and didn’t seen agitated. Shisui, huh? What a shitty cover name. It’s almost funny.

There was no fight or flight response that he could feel - Itachi seemed ... calm. Drained. There was a silent acceptance that surrounded him, something Kisame knew wouldn’t be there if they were in any kind of danger.

So Kisame would accept this. For now.

He taps his fingers against his thighs, the burn from his wounds shooting up his arm. There’s more talking, more sound coming from that sweet rasp but the dark is calling to him again and he finds that he’s still too tired to resist it.

The last thing he registers is a hand on his forehead and how weird it feels - to be touched by someone who wasn’t trying to kill him.

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Summertime

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Pronouns: they/them (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: no one really. I got the idea from the lyrics to summertime. Really far fetched and not at all what the lyrics really say, but it’s what my silly little brain came up with. I can’t even try to explain it, lol.

Summary: Gerard and (y/n) meets in the most unexpected way. They’re both at the beach and Gerard has been checking (y/n) out, and by chance and an accident they end up getting to know each other from there. (I suck at writing summaries, lol. Just know there will be smut.)

A/n: Sorry this is so long. I just don’t know where to stop. Smh. But I wanted to do something different from what I usually do where I just end the fic by the characters falling asleep so I hope you enjoy it. Spoiler alert; I tried writing smut again. It’s still find it super hard, and I’m struggling. But I’m thinking, to get better I’ll have to practise. And as per usual, and constructive criticism anyone has to offer is very appreciated. Also, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but as you’ve maybe seen if you’ve read something else I’ve written, I write Gerard with they/them pronouns. I also try to write the reader with they/them pronouns. This is tricky. Sorry if it’s a little clunky at places. And sorry if I’ve messed up at some point.

(Y/n) sat in their car with the windows rolled down, trying to catch a breeze in the sweltering heat. The AC had long since broken down, but the beat-up speakers still blasted their favourite record, prompting them to belt out the lyrics between sips of water. After working all summer, they were thrilled to see the sun and spend the day with friends at the beach. As they pulled into the parking lot, they spotted their friends unpacking coolers, towels, and blankets. Excitement bubbled up as their friends waved, beckoning them over. Within moments, they had gathered all their gear and set off for the beach.

Once they had set up their spot on the warm sand, (Y/n) settled in to soak up the sun. While some of their friends sipped cold beers, (Y/n) opted for a Coke and decided to stay sober. They talked and laughed at silly little inside jokes, just having a good time. Some of them were old friends, and some of them were friends partners. A good mix of fun-loving people just enjoying a beautiful summer day. (Y/n) decided to read for a bit, wanting to catch up on the book that had been laying on their nightstand for most of the summer. Reading had been put on the back burner in favour of long, sweaty days at work. As they dove into the pages, someone walked past their group several times, but (y/n) remained oblivious to the stranger's presence. It wasn't until their friends mentioned the person's repeated glances in (Y/n)'s direction that they even noticed them at all.

As lunchtime approached, the group gathered around the coolers, sharing salads, fresh fruit, and sandwiches. (Y/n) marvelled at the spread and helped themselves to a little bit of everything, savouring the delicious flavours. While most of their friends sipped on alcoholic beverages, (Y/n) stayed sober. During the meal, Maddie discreetly pointed out a stranger who had been passing by their group several times. (Y/n) looked in the direction Maddie was indicating, but they had no idea who the person was. “I think they might be checking you out?” Maddie suggested with a friendly wink (y/n)s way. (Y/n) looked after the stranger. “Surely not?” (Y/n) answered with a laugh. They shook their head lightly. They looked at the stranger walking further away towards another blanket and some other people. The people seemed quite drunk, like they were properly enjoying themselves. The stranger sat down with them. Despite trying to refocus on the conversation with their friends, (Y/n) couldn't shake the thought of the pretty stranger from their mind.

The day flew by in a flurry of conversations, laughter, and dips in the lake to cool off. (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the stranger passing by their group repeatedly, seemingly without purpose. With each pass, (Y/n) caught a better glimpse of the stranger's features - their dark, curly hair cascading around their shoulders, their sunglasses obscuring their eyes, but they had a very pretty face. Quite pale for middle of the summer. But then again, maybe they worked inside too. “I swear to god, they’re checking you out (y/n)” Maddie said to (y/n) with a smirk. “Are you sure?” (Y/n) replied skeptically. “Why would they have walked by this specific point of the beach, like, a million times at this point?” Maddie countered. (Y/n) chuckled. “What if they’re checking you out?” (Y/n) countered. “As many times as they have walked by they would have seen me kissing my partner by now.” (Y/n) nodded. “True. That’s a valid point”. They soon lost track of that conversation, and got engaged in some other topic, a newly released record.

As the day wore on, the temperature started to drop, but the group remained in high spirits. Some of them had clearly had more than others to drink, but everyone had had a drink or two. The stranger passed by once more. "Hey, you!" Maddie's partner called out to them. The sudden shout startled the stranger, causing them to misstep and yelp in pain as they fell to the ground. Without thinking, (y/n) rushed over to the stranger's side, wanting to make sure they were alright.

“Are you okay?” they asked, concerned by the sound they had heard. “I think so” the stranger said and nodded. (Y/n) reached out a hand for the stranger to help them get up. The grabbed (y/n)s hand with a thankful smile. Then they tried to stand up, and yelled again. “Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you injured your foot?” (Y/n) asked, concerned. The stranger sighed. “That’s what I get” they said with a sigh. (Y/n) looked over at the strangers friends, further down the beach. They were louder and seemed drunker than before. (Y/n) looked the same way. “Here, let me help you up, try not to put your weight on the bad foot” they instructed the stranger. (Y/n) squatted down and took the strangers arm around their own shoulder, and then they dragged them up with them. They wobbled slightly, trying not to further their injury. “Okay, try to put it down now maybe?” (Y/n) suggested. They did as told, and winced. (Y/n) could see the grimace they pulled, even if their eyes were still hidden behind their sunglasses. “Ouch” they said with an awkward smile (y/n)s way. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” (Y/n) asked the stranger with a kind smile. “Ask for their name (y/n)!” Maddie yelled from her place at the blanket. (Y/n) turned around quickly and pulled an ugly face at Maddie. The stranger laughed and reached out their other hand for (y/n) to shake. “I’m Gerard. Nice to meet you. Wish the circumstances had been better though” they said, and (y/n) thought they could see a slight blush on their cheeks. “Nice to meet you, my name is (y/n)” (y/n) answered with a big smile. From further down the beach, they could hear Gerards friends cheering. The blush on Gerards face grew stronger, and it was at this point a fact. Gerard shook their head. “Sorry about them” they said softly. They tried to put their foot down again, as if they thought they’d be able to walk back to where they came from. And again, they yelped with pain. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?” (Y/n) asked Gerard again. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I’ll just limp over there and wait until they sober up” Gerard said with a weak, pained smile. “Nonsense! I haven’t had a sip to drink, I’ll take you!” (Y/n) said, promising Gerard they were both sober and willing to help. “Are you sure it’s no trouble?” Gerard asked, making sure not to inconvenience the person they’d been checking out all day. “No trouble at all! Let me just grab my stuff, and we’ll get going!”

(Y/n) guided Gerard to their beach blanket where they carefully helped them sit down before gathering their belongings. Maddie fired questions at Gerard while (y/n) packed up, but they didn't eavesdrop. With a warm smile, (y/n) reached for Gerard's hand, and they both stood up. However, Gerard yelped in pain once more after putting both feet down on the sand. "(Y/n), maybe just the right foot?" they suggested. After trying again, (y/n) helped Gerard say goodbye to their friends before the two of them began their slow journey over to where Gerard's group was still gathered. The crowd played loud music from a speaker and were passing a joint and a bottle of rum between them. “Uh, hi guys” Gerard said with an awkward wave. “This is (y/n). They’re taking me to the hospital, because I’m an idiot and broke my fucking foot probably” they mumbled. The guys all laughed. “Way to go!” One of the guys said loudly, slightly slurring. “You’ll be stuck here ’til you sober up, so I’ll see you later, I guess” Gerard said with a laugh and a small smile. And so they slowly made their way to (y/n)s old, beat up car.

“Are you ready to go get that checked out, Gerard?” (Y/n) asked with a smile as they inserted the key into the ignition. Gerard nodded, and as they started the car, music immediately blared out. (Y/n) turned the volume down to a bearable level to continue their conversation. They gestured towards a pile of CDs lying on the passenger side floor. "You can choose any of them," (y/n) offered with a smile. Gerard reached over and started looking through the stack of CDs, eventually finding one they both liked. They exchanged the CD in the player for the one they had chosen, and the first song began to play. "This is one of my favorites," Gerard said, smiling.

(Y/n) had something on their mind, but they were hesitant to ask. They wanted to know if Gerard had been checking them out earlier, as they thought they had heard Maddie ask him about it, but they hadn't heard his answer. They knew Maddie must have gotten an answer, though. "I just have to stop for gas really quick," (y/n) explained, realizing they could text Maddie while Gerard wasn't paying attention. They pulled up to a gas pump at the station, got out of the car, and quickly texted Maddie."

“Hey, I overheard you ask Gerard if they were checking me out, but I didn't catch their answer. What did they say?” (Y/n) began pumping gas into the car. Soon enough, a text arrived. "OMG, yes, they were! Shoot your shot!" A quick glance at their phone gave (y/n) all the information they needed. They went into the store, bought two cokes, paid for the gas, and got back into the car with Gerard. "Here, I got you a coke," (y/n) said with a smile, handing one of the cold drinks to Gerard. "Oh, you really didn't have to, but thank you," Gerard replied, removing their sunglasses. For the first time, (y/n) could see their beautiful hazel eyes, glimmering in the sun. And once again, there was that faint tint of rose on Gerard's cheeks. "It's just a coke, don't sweat it," (y/n) said, winking at the beautiful person sitting beside them. Maybe it was worth it to shoot their shot after all.

Eventually, they arrived at the hospital. Just as they were about to drive up to the A&E, Gerard mustered the courage to ask what had been on their mind. "Do you want to come with me inside? This wasn't exactly the date I had in mind," they said, hesitantly. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at them. ”Fuck. I’m sorry. I- uh-” Gerard muttered under their breath. "No, you know what? You've been so kind to me. You deserve to know the truth," they said. Gerard's face flushed with color. "I've been looking at you all day, and I wanted to ask you out. I just didn't have the guts. So, do you want to come with me to the hospital on the most unromantic, boring first date ever?" (Y/n) placed a hand on Gerard's hand and gazed into their eyes. "That would be great, Gerard," they said, offering a soft smile and trying to maintain eye contact. "I'll come around and help you out," they continued, getting out of the car and making their way around to Gerard's side. Together, they stumbled towards the A&E.

As they walked towards the hospital, Gerard couldn't shake off the embarrassment of the situation. They had been daydreaming about asking (y/n) out on a proper date, but now they were limping towards the A&E. Gerard felt their face heating up with a blush and (y/n) noticed. Concerned, they asked if Gerard was in a lot of pain. "No, it's not so bad. Thank you," Gerard replied with a weak smile. “I just feel so bad. I wanted to ask you out, and instead you ended up taking me to the hospital”. Gerard shook their head. “Don’t worry. Look at it from the bright side, we’ll probably have lots of time to get to know each other while we’re waiting” (y/n) responded with a kind smile.

And much like (y/n) predicted, they were met with a long wait once they arrived to the waiting room. It was Friday, early evening, and people were in much worse states than Gerard. They would be waiting quite a while before Gerard could see a doctor. They made the best of the situation, chatting as they waited. But as the hours passed, (y/n) could see that Gerards pain was worsening and that they were really struggling to keep up the good spirit. “Maybe you should have brought your friends’ bottle with you” (y/n) tried to joke to lighten the mood. “Yeah, a drink wouldn’t have been half bad. Even if that rum was positively disgusting” Gerard said and laughed. It was a sweet, contagious laugh. “I can go ask if I can get you some painkillers though?” (Y/n) offered. At first, Gerard refused, not wanting to cause (y/n) extra trouble. “Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all” (y/n) assured them and got up.

(Y/n) returned a while later, with painkillers and an assortment of snacks and drinks from the vending machine they’d passed on their way to the waiting room. They handed Gerard the painkillers and put down the food and drinks on a chair between them. “I thought we could have a little picnic?” (Y/n) said with a soft smile Gerards way. Gerard lit up. They continued to talk and bond over the make-shift picnic as they waited. They talked about their respective lives, what they did, their interests, about their friends and families. Gerard couldn’t believe how much they had in common, and how easy conversation with (y/n) was going. (Y/n) felt the same way, and couldn’t help but notice how much they liked Gerards company.

Finally, efter what felt like forever, and in the middle of the night, Gerards name was finally called and they got to see a doctor. After a quick examination as well as an x-ray, it was determined that Gerards foot was broken. They’d need a cast, as well as crutches. (Y/n) stayed by Gerards side during the whole process. Distracting them from the pain, and keeping them company as they waited for the cast to dry enough to get out of the hospital.

Gerards mind was occupied as they walked back to (y/n)s car. As they got in, just before (y/n) was to start the car, they started talking. Gerard thanked (y/n) a few more times for taking them to the hospital, mentioning how their friends was probably still at the beach, drunk beyond belief. “I know this probably isn’t the best or most romantic timing, but I have to tell you, I really enjoyed spending time with you. And I think I like you.” (Y/n) looked at Gerard, smiling. They continued. “I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you want to?” they asked. “I’d like that Gerard” (y/n) said with that sweet smile Gerard had come to adore. Before (y/n) dropped Gerard off at their place they exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following evening for Gerard to take (y/n) out on a proper date.

The next day, just after 7 pm, Gerard picked (y/n) up from their place, eager to give them the proper first date they deserved. No matter how weird the ‘date’ the day before had been, Gerard was, in some way, glad that they didn’t have to be nervous about taking (y/n) out, already knowing that they’d have a great time. Gerard found themselves speechless as (y/n) came outside. They looked absolutely stunning. Gerard gained their composure back and offered (y/n) a hug, but ended up dropping their crutches as they hugged (y/n). And as they bent down to retrieve them they almost fell on their face. “Here, let me get them” (y/n) offered kindly while Gerard stabilised themselves. “You look so beautiful” Gerard managed to say as (y/n) handed them their crutches. They thought they could see a slight blush on (y/n)s face. “Thank you. So do you” (y/n) answered with a sweet smile.

Gerard had made a last-minute reservation at an Italian restaurant in the older part of the city, hoping to impress (y/n). And also to properly thank them for their kindness and help. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to visit this place” (y/n) exclaimed happily as they closed in on the restaurant in question. They were greeted and sat down at a table by the window, complete with red-and-white tablecloth and candles. They enjoyed a delicious meal together, chatting and laughing as they got to know each other better. Gerard was attentive and charming throughout the dinner, making (y/n) feel special and appreciated. “A few friends of mine are playing a gig at a bar downtown later tonight, would you like to go check them out and have a few drinks?” Gerard asked (y/n) as their meals were coming to an end. “Oh, yeah, I’m dying for some live music” (y/n) agreed excitedly.

They took a cab down to the bar, which was located in the heart of the city's downtown area. The streets were bustling with people, and the sound of music could already be heard as they stepped out of the cab. They arrived at the bar and had to push their way through the crowded entrance. The inside was just as crowded, but they managed to find a small table near the stage where they could sit down.

Gerard's broken foot made it a little difficult for them to manoeuvre through the crowd, but they managed. Gerard took a seat at the table and (y/n) went to the bar to get them a few drinks. They ordered a shot and a (y/fav drink) each and made their way back to Gerard. They clinked their shot glasses together and downed the small drinks, smiling at each other as the music started to fill the air. The music was raw and energetic, and Gerard and (y/n) were both quickly drawn in by the power of it. They soon realised sitting down wasn’t really an option. They made their way into the crowd and let the music take over their bodies. Gerard's broken foot was forgotten as they both became lost in the moment. They laughed and cheered as the band played song after song, each one more intense and powerful than the last.

As the night wore on, the drinks continued to flow and they both became increasingly intoxicated. They were completely absorbed in the music and each other, completely caught up in the moment. They sang along to the songs, yelled out requests to the band, and danced wildly as the night wore on. Gerard had struggled a bit with their crutches, but the alcohol and their determination to have a good time made it work. The bar was packed, and it was clear that everyone was having a great time. Gerard and (y/n) danced close together, the energy between them palpable. The atmosphere was electric and (y/n) felt their heart beating faster every time Gerard leaned in close.

As the band played their final song, the crowd erupted into applause. Gerard and (y/n) were breathless, their bodies still humming with the energy of the music. Gerard reached into their pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, gesturing towards the door. "I need a smoke," they said, their voice a little rough from singing and shouting. "Want to come outside with me?" (Y/n) nodded eagerly, their heart beating a little faster at the prospect of being alone with Gerard outside. They made their way through the crowd, Gerard hopping along on their crutches, until they finally burst out into the cool night air.

Gerard leaned against the brick wall of the building, fumbling with their lighter. (Y/n) stood beside them, watching as they lit their cigarette and took a long drag. (Y/n) had never been a smoker, but something about the way they held the cigarette, the way the smoke curled around their face, made them feel strangely drawn to them. "Sorry about this," Gerard said, looking up at (y/n) through a haze of smoke. "I know it's not the best habit." (Y/n) just shrugged and said, "It's your body. You can do what you want with it. Honestly, it’s a great look on you. Attractive even” they admitted. Gerard's eyes widened in surprise, but then a slow grin spread across their face. "Is that so?" they said, taking another drag and exhaling the smoke carefully. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you." Gerard grinned at them, their eyes lighting up with mischief, and (y/n) felt their heart skip a beat at the sight of them with the smoke curling around their face. "Want a drag?" Gerard offered, holding out the cigarette. (Y/n) shook their head, “I’m good. I don't mind watching you though.” Gerard took another drag, their eyes never leaving (y/n)s. The silence between them was electric, and (y/n) could feel the tension building.

Suddenly, Gerard stepped forward. They took (y/n) into their arms and pressed their lips to (y/n)s in a passionate kiss. (Y/n)s arms wrapped around Gerards neck as they melted into them. Gerard tasted like cigarettes and whiskey and something uniquely them, and (y/n) found themselves getting lost in the taste. Gerard's hand reached up and gently brushed (y/n)'s hair behind their ear as they deepened the kiss. They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies pressed close together as they kissed. (Y/n) felt a wave of emotion wash over them as they kissed Gerard, feeling like they had finally found something special. The kiss was slow and intense, and it seemed like time stood still. They broke apart only when they needed to catch their breath, their foreheads pressed together as they both gasped for air.

"We should get going. I want to be alone with you." (Y/n) stated with lust in their voice. Gerards heart raced with excitement. They wanted nothing more than to spend the night with (y/n), especially not after the electric kiss they’d just shared. But they were also nervous about the opportunity, not quite knowing how it would work with the casted foot. They really didn’t want to disappoint (y/n), but they also didn’t want to lead them on in case things didn’t work out they way Gerard wanted them to. "I'd love to come with you, but with this cast, things might be a little difficult," Gerard said, gesturing to their foot. (Y/n) smiled. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry” they said and took Gerards hand in their own.

They hailed a cab and climbed in the back, unable to resist the urge to touch and kiss. The cab driver cast a wary eye at them in the rearview mirror, but they paid him no mind as they became lost in each other once again. As the cab made its way through the city streets, (y/n) and Gerard explored each other's mouths and bodies with increasing fever. They were both completely caught up in the moment, the alcohol and adrenaline making their passion run wild. Gerard's hand reached up to tangle in (y/n)'s hair, pulling them even closer as (y/n)s arms found their way around Gerards neck. Finally, the cab pulled up outside of (y/n)'s apartment building. They reluctantly broke apart and stepped out of the cab, both feeling a little dazed and unsteady. They stumbled their way to the elevator, and soon found themselves in (y/n)'s apartment.

Once inside, they fell into each other's arms, the kiss becoming even more intense. They stumbled their way to the couch, Gerard on crutches and (y/n) leading the way, never breaking apart as they fell onto it. The room was a blur of hands and lips and bodies as they gave in to their desires, passion taking over completely.

"What happens now?" Gerard suddenly whispered, suddenly a bit nervous, despite their drunkenness. (Y/n) smiled and brushed a strand of hair from Gerards face. "I think we figure it out as we go along," they said, their voice filled with a mixture of excitement and a little bit of uncertainty. They just looked at each other for a few moments longer, both lost in thought. And then, as if by some unspoken agreement, they began to kiss once again, their passions rekindled as the kiss once again deepened. It was like if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Gerard's hand found its way up under (y/n)'s shirt, tracing circles on their skin. (Y/n) moaned softly, feeling a heat building between their legs. (Y/n) kissed Gerards throat, leaving marks as they went. They felt Gerard's cock pressing against them, and they could tell that this did things to Gerard, much as to themselves.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," (y/n) said, standing up and handing Gerard their crutches. They made their way to (y/n)'s bedroom, stumbling a little on the way. Gerard sat down on the bed, and (y/n) climbed onto their lap, straddling them. (Y/n) leaned down and kissed Gerard deeply, (y/n)s hands tangling in Gerards hair. Gerard's hands were on (y/n)s waist, pulling them closer, and (y/n) could feel Gerards erection pressing against them. "Take off your clothes," (y/n) whispered in Gerards ear. Gerard nodded, pulling off their shirt and unbuttoning their jeans. (Y/n) helped them, pulling off their pants and underwear, revealing their hard cock. They climbed off of Gerard, kneeling between their legs, and took Gerards cock in their mouth. Gerard groaned, their hands tangling in (y/n)s hair.

(Y/n) sucked slowly at first, taking Gerards entire length into their mouth, until they felt Gerards cock swelling in their mouth. They pulled back and licked the tip of their dick, before plunging down once again. Gerard moaned loudly, their hips bucking slightly as (y/n) continued to suck them off. "Oh my god" Gerard moaned. (Y/n) continued to suck them off while their hand continued to stroke them. (Y/n) swirled their tongue around the head of Gerards cock as they bobbed their head up and down. ”Oh, god. Fucking god” Gerard managed between moans. Gerard's breathing was heavy and fast, and they looked down at (y/n) with lust-filled eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful," they breathed, reaching down to kiss them. (Y/n) made their way up to the bed, pushing Gerard backwards, flat on their back, and (y/n) got on top of them. Gerard wrapped their arms around (y/n) and pulled them close and hungrily kissed them. They looked up at (y/n) with a look of pure lust in their eyes. Gerard took a deep breath and sat up to get close to (y/n). They brushed their lips against (y/n)'s earlobe before kissing down their neck. (Y/n) let out a high-pitched moan at the sensation. Gerard kissed down their neck and collar bone down to the neckline of their shirt. ”Can I take this off?” Gerard asked (y/n) with a low voice. (Y/n) nodded and Gerard quickly pulled the shirt off, revealing (y/n)s bare chest. Gerard looked at (y/n)'s body. Their eyes wandered down their body, looking at every detail. The rest of (y/n)’s clothes were quickly and haphazardly discarded too, leaving them in nothing but underwear. Gerards hands roamed freely over (y/n)'s body, touching every inch of their skin. (Y/n) moaned into Gerards mouth, the sound muffled as Gerard's tongue pushed between (y/n)'s lips. Gerards fingers slid into (y/n)’s underwear, their fingertips brushing against (y/n)s clit. (Y/n) arched their back as Gerards fingers stroked against them.

"I want you," Gerard panted, pulling away from their kiss. ”I want you more than anything in the whole bloody world right now.” (Y/n) smiled at them. They were breathing heavily, their bodies flushed and heated, both feeling absolutely frenzied, so far from sober and sane, just desperate for each other. Gerard lifted themselves up on their elbows and stared at (y/n). "I want you too. I don’t care that we just met, I don’t care that we’re drunk. I just want you” (y/n) said with a smile. Gerard looked at them with adoration, their heart racing with desire. "Come here," Gerard said, pulling them close. (Y/n) crawled up on top of them, their bare skin sliding together in the process. Gerard wrapped their arms around (y/n) and pulled them close, kissing them deeply. (Y/n) moaned into their mouth, their hips grinding together as they kissed.

Gerard kissed down (y/n)s neck and chest, their hands roaming freely over (y/n)s naked body. They eventually took off (y/n)'s underwear. (Y/n) shuddered as Gerard touched them, the heat between their legs growing more intense. Gerard's hands moved further south, and they took one of (y/n)'s nipples into their mouth. They sucked gently at first, but soon their teeth grazed against it. (Y/n) let out a soft moan, their hips bucking against Gerards. Gerard took their time exploring (y/n)'s body, feeling their way down their stomach and between their legs. They rubbed (y/n)s clit and the moans (y/n) let out were exquisite. ”Gerard, I need you to fuck me, right now” (y/n) managed between moans. Gerard smiled wickedly, moving their fingers faster, rubbing their clit with their thumb. (Y/n) cried out and threw their head back, their body tensing up as they came around Gerards fingers. Gerard kept their fingers moving, rubbing slower circles around their clit. (Y/n)s hips bucked against Gerards hand as they rode out their orgasm, moaning loudly. Finally Gerards fingers slowed, and they removed their hand from between (y/n)’s legs.

Gerard's breathing was ragged, their head spinning. (Y/n) straddled Gerard, legs still a little shaky. They looked into each others eyes, and Gerard could see the lust in (y/n)s gaze. They moved their lips to (y/n)'s ear and whispered, "I want you. I need to feel you.” (Y/n) positioned themselves over Gerard and sank down on their hard cock. They moaned softly at the sensation, leaning down to kiss Gerard passionately as they fucked themselves on Gerards cock. "Fucking christ," Gerard groaned, holding onto (y/n) as they rode them. They could feel the pressure building in the pit of their stomach, the pleasure growing more and more intense. Gerard grabbed (y/n) by the thighs and pulled them tighter, increasing their thrusts as they felt the tension build. ”You feel so fucking perfect Gerard” (y/n) managed between moans and hitched breaths. Gerard groaned. Just the way (y/n) said their name was almost enough to tip them over the edge. "I'm gonna come, (y/n). If you keep doing that, I'll lose it." (Y/n) didn't listen, instead continuing to ride them. "Fucking god, that’s perfect" Gerard gasped, their head thrown back as they held onto (y/n) tight. Their pace quickened, until finally, Gerard came. It was a stunning sight, and (y/n) marvelled at the beautiful moans that tumbled from Gerards lips, along with curses and (y/n)s name. (Y/n) came with them, their climax hitting them hard and fast.

They collapsed down on top of Gerard, both panting as they recovered. (Y/n) lay still for a minute, catching their breath. Gerard lay there with a goofy grin on their face, looking at (y/n) and blinking slowly. (Y/n) kissed Gerards cheek softly and smiled at them. "That was amazing, you’re amazing" Gerard said, smiling. (Y/n) turned towards Gerard, and kissed them again before rolling off of them, falling next to them in the bed. Gerard rolled onto their side and propped themselves up on one elbow, looking at them for a moment. “Come here” they said softly, holding their arms open for Gerard to fall into. They did, and (y/n) wrapped their arms around them. They laid together in the afterglow. Gerard was still breathing heavily and (y/n) could feel their heartbeat through their chest. (Y/n) reached out to kiss Gerard. “You’re a dream” they whispered softly in Gerards ear. Gerard propped themselves up on their elbows. “So are you (y/n)” they said softly and kissed them before laying down again. They laid awake, just listening to each other breathe. Just being with each other seemed so natural. Gerard felt safe and warm and happy. They looked over at (y/n) and felt a surge of affection, realising they were falling for them.

Outside the sun was beginning to rise. Gerard realised this was probably the time to leave after a night of drunken sex. They looked over at (y/n) who was almost asleep. ”I don’t want to go” they said softly. (Y/n) looked at them and blinked slowly. ”You don’t have to,” they said softly while pulling the blankets up over them. ”Stay as long as you like”. And with that, they kissed Gerards cheek softly before smiling at them with tired eyes. Gerard watched them as they drifted off to sleep, smiling fondly at the sight. And even though the sun had risen and the room was bright, soon they too drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around (y/n).

A few hours later, Gerard woke up. The bed was empty, and (y/n) was nowhere to be seen. They instantly panicked. Did (y/n) not want to see them again? Did they regret sleeping with them? They rubbed their eyes before looking at the clock on the nightstand. 1.45pm. Beside the clock stood a glass of water accompanied by two aspirins. Gerard smiled before washing down the pills with some water. They calmed down. Someone who didn’t want to see them again probably wouldn’t have left water and aspirins on the nightstand. They sat up, reaching for their clothes. They slowly put them on while reflecting on the past night, and wondering where (y/n) was now. After gathering their crutches they made their way to the bedroom door. As they opened it they were met with the smell of pancakes.

(Y/n) spotted them as they came towards the kitchen. ”Good morning, sleepyhead” they said with a kind smile. Gerard felt a warmth in their chest as (y/n) smiled at them. “Good morning” they mumbled softly back. (Y/n) kissed Gerards cheek softly. ”Are you hungry?” they asked. Gerard nodded. ”Well, have a seat, I’m done in just a moment” (y/n) said before hugging them. Gerard sat down and soon (y/n) placed a plate of pancakes and cup of coffee before them.

Gerard smiled, gratefully taking a sip of the hot coffee. (Y/n) sat down opposite of them. Gerard looked at them, smiling, before they took another sip from their mug. (Y/n) hummed quietly, looking at them. "How’s your head?” they asked Gerard. ”You told me it was hurting before”. Gerard chuckled. ”I can’t even recall that. But thank you for the aspirins. It’s much better now” they said with a soft smile (y/n)s way. They talked about the gig from the night before as they ate, trying to remember what songs they had played and discussing everything else. After finishing the last bite of their pancakes, (y/n) cleared their dishes and went to make some more coffee. Gerard watched them as they made their way around the kitchen. (Y/n) came back to the table with a fresh pot of coffee and filled their cups once again. Gerard smiled gratefully and took a sip. ”Coffee never has tasted better than when you’re a bit hung over” they said with a chuckle. They had been sitting there for an hour or so, and Gerard wasn't sure how long they should stay. They knew that they wanted to spend more time with (y/n), but they didn't want to overstay their welcome.

As Gerard and (y/n) drank their coffee, (y/n) suggested they take their cups and go out to the balcony. Gerard couldn't help but smile at the thought of sitting outside in the sun with (y/n). They made their way outside, Gerard hopping on their crutches and feeling the warmth of the sun on their face as they stepped outside. The balcony was small but cozy, with a few potted plants and a small table and chairs. (Y/n) took a seat and gestured for Gerard to sit down next to them. As they settled in, Gerard couldn't help but feel content. "I could get used to this," Gerard said, taking a sip of their coffee. (Y/n) chuckled. "Me too." They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peacefulness. Gerard took a deep breath and looked out at the view of the city before pulling out their pack of cigarettes from their pocket. (Y/n) watched them carefully as they lit their cigarette and took a long first drag. (Y/n) couldn’t express why, but the view was just breathtaking. "You know, I don't really smoke anymore, but I really like it when you do," (y/n) said with a smile. Gerard chuckled. "I know. I can tell by the way you look at me."

They sat there for a while, enjoying the warm sun on their faces and the quiet morning. Gerard took a drag of their cigarette and exhaled slowly. (Y/n) could see that they looked worried. ”Is there something wrong?” (y/n) asked carefully. "I don't want to overstay my welcome. Would you like me to leave? Gerard asked quietly. (Y/n) looked at them, surprised. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I don't want to be that person who stays too long and makes you regret ever letting me stay over," Gerard explained, feeling a little embarrassed. (Y/n) reached out and put a hand on Gerard's arm. "Gerard, you could stay as long as you want. I don't want you to leave. I really enjoy your company." Gerard felt a warmth spread through their chest at (y/n)'s words. "Really?" they asked softly. "Really," (y/n) confirmed with a smile. Gerard smiled back, feeling relieved. They took another drag of their cigarette, feeling more relaxed than they had since they woke up. They sat there for a while longer, talking about their lives and interests. Gerard was still, even after spending some time with (y/n), surprised at how easy it was to talk to them, how they seemed to understand each other without having to say much.

”What do you want to do today?” Gerard asked after a moment of silence. (Y/n) thought for a moment. ”We could go for a walk in the park?” Gerard proposed. ”Are you sure that won’t be hard for you?” (y/n) asked with concern in their voice. Gerard just shook their head. ”Don’t worry (y/n). It’ll be fun, I promise”. Gerard leaned over the table to kiss (y/n)s cheek. ”Maybe we could get some ice cream? I’m craving something sweet” Gerard concluded. ”You’re sweet” (y/n) countered, taking Gerards hand in their own and squeezing it carefully.

They finished their coffees and went back inside. (Y/n) excused themselves to go get dressed and Gerard did the washing up from breakfast. (Y/n) returned to the kitchen in shorts and a white linen shirt. Gerard almost lost their breath as they saw (y/n). ”You look stunning” they said softly, reaching out to touch (y/n)s face and carefully moving a strand of hair that was hanging in front of their eyes. ”Okay, are you ready to go then?” Gerard asked them. (Y/n) nodded happily and put their sunglasses on, and so they left the apartment. Gerard, with their cast and crutches, took slow and careful steps. (Y/n) walked beside them, just happy to spend more time with them. The park was beautiful, with a large pond in the center and trees all around. As they walked, they talked about their favourite bands, books, and movies.

They reached a bench by the pond. ”Why don’t you sit down and rest for a moment?” (y/n) suggested. ”I’ll go get us some ice cream from the vendor just over there, I’ll be back in a moment.” Gerard gratefully sat down and watched as (y/n) walked towards the ice cream stand. They soon returned with two ice cream cones and handed one to Gerard. They sat close together on the bench, enjoying the warmth and the sun. Gerard pretended to yawn and stretch out, wrapping an arm around (y/n)s shoulder. (Y/n) let out a little laugh. ”Honey, that’s the oldest trick in the book” they said with a soft smile Gerards way. Gerard smiled brightly at (y/n), a warmth spreading in their chest from the affectionate nickname. ”Well it worked, didn’t it?” Gerard responded with a sweet smile. ”You don’t have to use tricks you know, you could just hold me” (y/n) said softly and kissed Gerards cheek before cuddling up closer to them. As they finished their ice cream and made their way back to (y/n)'s apartment, Gerard felt like they were floating on air.

They settled on the balcony again, wanting to make the most of the sunshine. (Y/n) moved their chair to sit next to Gerard, rather than opposite to them. They cuddled up together, Gerard holding (y/n) close. None of them really said anything, they just enjoyed each others company. Eventually, Gerard's stomach grumbled, reminding them that they had skipped lunch. “Sounds like you’re pretty hungry. Do you wanna order some food?” (Y/n) asked. Gerard nodded and smiled. “What kinda food do you like then? Italian obviously, but we had that yesterday”. Gerard thought for a moment. “Maybe thai? Or sushi?” They proposed. “Oh, yeah, definitely sushi” (y/n) agreed quickly, feeling like something cold and fresh would be perfect in the warm summer weather. As they sat on the balcony waiting for their food, Gerard couldn't help but think about how different this was from their usual Sundays. Normally they would be extremely hung over after out partying with their bandmates, but being here with (y/n) felt so much better. They felt like they had found something special and they didn't want to let it go.

(Y/n) set the table and brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen. They sipped on the wine as they waited for their food. When the sushi arrived, they eagerly dug in, savouring the taste of each piece. They talked and laughed, sharing stories about their lives and learning more about each other. The wine flowed freely, and they both felt warm and content. "I just wanted to say that I had a really great time with you last night," (y/n) said, turning to look at Gerard. "I know we were both pretty drunk, but I don't regret anything. I really like you, Gerard." Gerard felt a warmth spread through their chest at those words. They had been feeling the same way about (y/n) since they met at the beach, but hearing it from them made it feel even more real. "I really like you too, (y/n)," Gerard replied, taking their hand in their own. "I know it's crazy, but I feel like I've known you for ages. I feel so comfortable around you.” (Y/n) smiled and squeezed Gerard's hand. "I know what you mean," they said. "It's like we just clicked right away."

As they finished their meal, Gerard leaned over to kiss (y/n). It was a soft kiss, and when (y/n) looked at them, they looked a little sad. “What’s wrong honey?” They asked Gerard softly. “I just don’t want this evening to ever end” Gerard answered with a sigh. (Y/n) squeezed their hand. “I don’t either. I wish we could stay like this forever.” They said softly to Gerard. “I have work tomorrow though, so I really have to go home tonight” Gerard said sombrely. (Y/n) hugged them tightly. “That’s okay. You can come back whenever you want. I like having you here.” Reluctantly they both stood up. (Y/n) walked Gerard to the front door. “I’ll miss you” (y/n) said softly while rubbing their nose against Gerards. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll see you soon again. I promise” they said before kissing (y/n) one last time before leaving.

That was the whole ordeal. Thank you so much for reading, especially if you made it to the end! I really hope you enjoyed it. And as per usual, if you have a request, please send it to me!

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