It’s a peaceful evening in Mondstadt, the kind where the sun’s rays seem to paint everything in liquid gold. The wind is gentle, a faint breeze rustling the tall grass surrounding the Thousand Winds temple, perhaps a sign Barbatos is enjoying the evening at Angel’s share.
An evening like this would typically be the perfect time for a relaxing picnic on one of Mondstadt’s various romantic hills, or perhaps a walk through the deep forests.
But such is not the case for you.
Your evening, despite the otherwise serene circumstances, is a bit more action packed than what you had thought it was going to be.
With a grunt of effort you swing your sword in a wide arc, letting it come crashing down against a group of slimes that approach you.
Being an adventurer you have had years of experience sword fighting to protect yourself in the wild, but fighting on and on like this is bound to make you exhausted no matter how skilled you are.
Luckily for you, you aren’t alone.
With a sudden rush the winds around you pick up and nearly topple you as a figure flies past in a quick blur of colours.
You catch yourself before stumbling and turn to see Wanderer taking care of two hilichurls that had escaped your notice and were about to ambush you.
“Don’t let your guard down, if you’re tired go rest, I can handle it,” He says, sneering down at the hilichurls.
You can tell that although his words may sound caring there’s a layer of annoyance in his tone that reveals how he truly feels at the moment.
You steel yourself and take a deep breath before you help him take out the last few enemies, refusing to go rest when you’re so close to being done.
After a short while of turning the remaining hilichurls fur pelts, and the slimes into… slime, you can both take a moment to breathe.
He lands down in front of you looking around with sharp eyes before he seems to relax, his shoulders dropping slightly from their previously tense position.
‘Can he even feel tense?’ You wonder.
You’ve noticed the doll-like joints on his fingers, it’s no secret he isn’t human and if it is… well its not a well kept secret.
He seems to notice you staring and turns to you. Your curious eyes meet sharper ones, he crosses his arms as if to say ‘what’re you looking at?’ and you immediately look away feeling like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t.
He sighs softly, barely audible, more a noise to shift away from the awkward moment than anything else.
“That should be the last of them,” He says and crouches down near the slime condensate that was left behind by the slimes you killed.
You crouch down next to him and take out a few vials from your backpack, uncorking them one by one before you try to pick up the slime condensate.
To your disappointment, the slime slides right off of your hand and back onto the grass. You try to use a vial to scoop up the remnants instead, but they’re still too slippery and won't go in.
“Here, let me”
The way he says it sounds more like a polite command than a genuine offer of help
Regardless you hold out the vial and watch as he uses the power of Anemo to siphon the slime remnants into the vials effectively.
You observe him with great interest for a moment.
There’s a certain… gentleness in how he uses the wind to handle the slime. It’s a stark contrast to how he had used wind blades against the enemies you were fighting earlier.
This is not your first time seeing this contrast, and it never ceases to fascinate you.
You’ve only known him for a short time but the way he talks and carries himself, compared to his actions and the things he does… you can tell there are contrasts in every part of his life, everything he does or says.
Just the other day while you were still in Mondstadt you saw him speak with the golden haired traveler and Paimon. They were requesting his help with something, but he had just shook his head at them.
“It’s not worth potentially getting hurt over, besides attachment like that to an inanimate object is only bound to evolve into something that’ll hurt you in the future.”
It was later you came to learn the traveler and Paimon had asked him to help rescue a kid’s stuffed animal that had been snatched by an eye of the storm and was too far out of reach for the traveler.
Apparently Paimon had tried to get it, but got too close and when the monster nearly attacked her she flew right back to the traveler.
Despite what Wanderer had told the traveler, he had apparently gone to find the monster on his own and had rescued the stuffed animal before handing it over to the traveler.
The contrast of his character lied not only in his own actions but also in how he let others perceive him. With the way he talked and carried himself it was clear to you from your very first meeting this guy wanted to be taken seriously.
So when you heard the people around Sumeru and Mondstadt calling him “Hat guy” and he never made a move to correct them, you were left stumped for a moment.
‘Perhaps this is some elaborate joke’ You’d thought. ‘Maybe there are Kameras set up to catch my reaction’
But no.
People seemed to know him as “Hat guy” and it didn’t seem to bother in any capacity.
Still though…
You couldn’t find yourself calling him “Hat guy” despite how many other people did it. You had asked him if there was another way by which you could call him and he had responded with Wanderer.
It was nothing more than a title, but it was still better than that ridiculous sounding nickname.
Despite all the mystery and contrast surrounding him, you still felt as though he must be someone who had a troubled and heavy past.
You had, of course, never asked him about his past, it seemed inappropriate seeing as you aren’t close with him by any means.
But even so, his sometimes sharp words, and contrasting gentle actions spoke volumes of his character, and you couldn’t help but be curious about him, wanting to know more and to get closer to him.
It also didn’t help that he held a certain beauty that seemed inhuman, further cementing your assumption that he in fact was not a human.
You shake your head and sigh as you plug up the slime filled vials.
Breaking down the wall of Samiel in Sumeru’s desert would probably be easier than even beginning to hope to crack down the walls of the man in front of you.
So for now you simply settle for this brief moment you have together gathering slime condensate…
How romantic.
“I think this should be enough, let’s regroup with Albedo and Durin,” You suggest as you pack the vials into your backpack, tightening the strap to ensure it won’t open.
Afterward you and Wanderer head back to the temporary camp you’ve set up.
Being the adventurer you are, having seen a job request by Albedo on the Adventurer’s bulletin board, you had been ever so curious to take it.
Everyone knew Albedo was a great alchemist, so getting the chance to work with him was one you were eager to take… plus the pay was good.
You were surprised when you took the request to find Durin was also going to assist. You’d met him and the golden haired traveler and even helped them out on occasion, so you considered Durin one of your friends.
But Wanderer… he was someone you’d only really heard of before agreeing to take this job.
The traveler and Paimon had mentioned him before, they seemed to be close to him and you’d seen them talk with familiarity in Mondstadt.
Albedo and Durin also spoke highly of him, but during your travels to Sumeru and even on occasion in Mondstadt, you had heard a few others talk badly about him.
“That Hat Guy is so arrogant!” and “He’s no real scholar, he just gets special treatment from the Dendro Archon is all” were among some of the few things you’d heard in passing.
When you first took the job you had kept an open mind, deciding to be positive about possibly making a new friend.
When you actually met him, a part of you understood where some of the talk you’d heard in Sumeru and Monstadt came from. Even so you quickly recognized he wasn’t a bad person, just… perhaps a bit more blunt than most.
After reaching camp you gave the vials to Albedo who appraised them with a satisfied nod.
“Yes this will do, combined with the amount Durin and I gathered, we have more than enough. Thank you again,” Albedo says politely as he begins packing the various vials down safely.
“What now?” Durin asks as you all help pack down the camp.
“Now we return to Mondstadt and then I’ll look these over with Sucrose,” Albedo replies, giving you a backpack with half of the vials while he carries the other half.
An idea suddenly pops into your head and you quirk up.
“What if.. we had a race?” You suggest with a smile and barely concealed excitement.
Getting back to Mondstadt would definitely be easier by flying than walking the entire way, but part of you, although you might not admit it, is also just curious to see who is faster between Durin and Wanderer. Plus it might be a way to get closer to Wanderer, you think.
“A race?” Durin tilts his head questioningly, but doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.
You nod firmly, before explaining your idea, “Yes, both you and Wanderer can fly, and it’ll be quicker for us to get home by flight.”
Albedo nods as he puts a hand to his chin in thought.
“So they would carry us and fly us back to Mondstadt, while seeing who can get there first… the rules are simple but the variables aren’t entirely equal”
Upon seeing your confusion Wanderer explained further.
“I use elemental energy to fly, how long I can stay in the air and how fast I can go is dependent on my own energy capacity, but Durin flies using only his wings”
Right...
With how often he keeps his wings tugged close to his body, nearly appearing as though they are a part of his jacket, you sometimes forget they are technically an extra set of limbs and not an accessory or an elaborate glider.
For Durin, flying would be like if you had to run.
How far you can run and how quick depends on your stamina, health condition, how well trained your legs are, terrain etc.
And of course it would be the same for Durin and his wings… meaning he was at a biological disadvantage against Wanderer. At least for now.
Your excitement dies down a little, part of you can’t help but feel a little stupid for having suggested the idea in the first place.
Noticing the way you seem to deflate slightly, Wanderer sighs.
“I will carry you and Albedo’s vials, and we’ll give Durin a ten second head start, that should make it more fair”
The others nod in agreement, and you look at Wanderer with a slight smile, and a thankful expression.
You’re really beginning to appreciate these small moments of kindness, even if they stem more from a point of logic and reasoning rather than genuine concern and compassion.
Both you and Albedo get in position, Durin holds onto Albedo tightly ready to take flight. Behind you Wanderer is putting on the backpack you were carrying while you put on the one Albedo was carrying before.
You feel his arm wrap around your waist with a casual certainty, and although you know it's for practical reasons, it still causes your heart to flutter slightly. Luckily the backpack you carry does force some space between the two of you, so you aren’t pressed together entirely.
You think for a moment that you wouldn’t mind if that were the case, you also figure Wanderer probably wouldn’t find it favourable.
You hear a swoosh and turn to see Durin and Albedo fly off, and wait around until their ten second head start is done.
“So… when do we-”
“Don’t speak”
You can’t help the shriek that escapes you as your feet suddenly leave the ground.
The wind hits your face hard and when you finally find the courage to open your eyes the ground below you is little more than a blur as you soar through the air.
You’re now thankful for Wanderer’s order not to speak. With the force of your take off you would’ve choked on the air that would’ve rushed into your lungs.
Passed out and limp in his arms would surely have been a great result after you suggested this race in the first place.
“You’re tense” He sounds almost annoyed when he says it.
You see a slight frown appear briefly on his face before you can feel his arm tighten around your waist.
“Here, wrap your arms around my neck”
Your brain almost short circuits when you process what he said to you. You don’t protest or ask why, figuring it's better not to argue with the one keeping you from plummeting to your death.
You hesitate but ultimately do as you’re told. His hair brushes against your arms as your hands join behind his head.
You’re surprised at how soft it feels… a part of you wants to run your fingers through it but now is not the time.
Hearing a soft grunt and feeling another arm wrap around you, you look back at Wanderer who has moved his grip on you.
“There, now there’s no risk of you slipping” he says, his previous annoyance gone, replaced by his usual relaxed blank face expression.
You turn your head to watch the scenery as you fly back to Mondstadt.
You begin to relax in his arms after a short while and you quietly enjoy the flight.
Although the gesture to make sure you’re safe and comfortable was probably for practical reasons, it still puts a smile on your lips and causes your cheeks to flush slightly.
Looking ahead you see the figure of Durin carrying Albedo becoming bigger.
“We’re closing in!” You exclaim excitedly.
Your sudden excitement however surprises Wanderer who wasn’t prepared for you to suddenly twist and move.
“Hey, don’t move!” He chides but it’s too late.
He’s lost his balance in the air slightly, and his grip around your waist is uncertain and slipping. You can feel him quickly try to readjust but another issue occurs in the same moment.
You hear it before you see it… the metal clank of the backpack strap’s buckle.
For a moment you’re in disbelief, you remember closing it tightly, double checking when you put vials in, but then it occurs to you, you’re not carrying your own backpack.
The one on your back is Albedo’s backpack, and it's currently open, and the vials are falling out one by one.
Before you even get a chance to panic or yell at Wanderer to grab them you hear his voice sternly commanding you.
“Hold on tight”
You immediately cling to him, burying your face in his neck as his hand rests on the back of your head holding you close while he dives.
You trust he won’t let you fall or come to harm, but for a moment as you rush toward the ground, Wanderer reaching for the falling vials, you fear for your life. He doesn’t know you, you’re not friends, not someone he has to bother caring about. Sure your life is, objectively, worth more than a few vials but maybe he won’t think the same, maybe he doesn’t agree. Maybe the people in Sumeru were right-
“You’re alright”
You blink and momentarily stand unmoving, still clinging to Wanderer before you realize that you’re standing…
On the ground…
On solid ground…
Alive.
With a quick step back you stare with wide eyes and rushing heart as you realize you’re both in Mondstadt, standing safely by Timaeus’ craft table.
Seeing your shock, Wanderer frowns and narrows his eyes at you before crossing his arms.
“You seem surprised, did you think I was going to let you fall?”
“No! I just…” You falter, feeling guilty.
You did doubt him and there’s no denying it.
With a soft sigh you bow your head slightly and apologize, folding your hands in front of you.
“I’m sorry”
Wanderer seems to relax, his posture unfolding as he shakes his head.
“It’s fine, the vials are safe and so are you”
Despite hearing him say it’s fine, part of you feels more guilt than you did before, with a heavy feeling in your stomach, like a pit that’s somehow empty and overflowing at the same time.
“I lost us the race,” You mutter quietly, and the sigh you hear coming from Wanderer makes you want to crawl inside yourself and hide away.
It wasn’t just about having lost the race or feeling embarrassed, part of you felt afraid that he might be disappointed or upset with you.
In reality you hadn’t done anything, really, but your thoughts were spiraling.
“If you hadn’t begun squirming around without telling me first I wouldn’t have lost my grip on you, and we wouldn’t have rustled the backpack… Next time tell me before you begin moving around so much”
You nod with your head lowered. You deserve being scolded, you had put both yourself and him in danger as well as the vials with slime condensate that you’d worked so hard to obtain. If you hadn’t moved maybe you could’ve also caught up to Durin and Albedo and won the race…
You nod again, more firmly this time, taking in Wanderer’s words.
There’s no point in sulking, or feeling bad about the situation, you’ll just do better next time.
‘Right! Next time I won’t be a burden’ You think to yourself.
Next time.
Wait.
“Next time?” You question out loud, your eyes wide as you process what he had said to you.
‘Next time’ a promise of more, another encounter, another chance to get closer to him.
He tips his hat, his back already turned to you as you see him walking off.
“I’ll be in Mondstadt for a while, and you still have to help Albedo look over the vials and who knows maybe there’ll be a reason for another race… so until next time”
His words send a surge of warmth and relief through you. You wave him off with a big smile and for a brief moment you swear you see him smile too.
(Oh boy, first X reader in a while this is scary - feel free to comment, criticize etc. English is not my first language so certain things like comma rules, etc. I'm not too familiar with, but regardless -- Hello nice to meet you, I'll be posting more one shot x readers like this!)
cw: male!character x gn!reader; situationship; this is inspired by a dream i had, but i decided to make it neutral for the character :3
“What are we?”
It was a question that both of you have been searching for an answer for god knows how long. Because what you two had going on wasn't platonic at all.
Friends don't look at each other so longingly. They aren't intimate or romantic towards one another. They don't cuddle or kiss while laying in bed together, naked. That's what lovers do, not friends.
But that was the thing. In public, you guys were friends. Best buds that hung out all day, everyday. No one would've even suspected that there was something going on between you two. Not even your closest friends.
“What do you want us to be?” He asked in return, his hand squeezing yours gently, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.
You both had your eyes set on the TV in front of you, its volume being low and its brightness being the only source of lightning in the dark room.
You didn't answer. Instead, you just leaned against him, your hold on his hand tightening a little.
That brought his gaze to your form, his eyes softening at you. He left a soft, but long kiss against your head, before he spoke. “Are you scared of something?”
“Maybe…”
“What is it?”
You stayed silent for a few moments, biting your lip nervously. “That i might lose you…”
He didn't move or say a thing for a moment, and it made you a little anxious. But soon, you heard a soft laugh leave his lips, making you look up at him with a pout.
“I'm not going anywhere, silly.” He said in a reassuring voice, as his free hand came up to cup your cheek. “I'm right where i want to be.”
Even if you didn't get a proper answer to your original question, it didn't matter in the moment. If both of you felt the same way, maybe a label wasn't that needed right now, but just the feeling of you two next to each other.
cw: yu q. wilson x gn!reader; comfort; unhealthy way of dealing with feelings(?); self indulged bc i really needed this
Maybe it was because of work. Or the upcoming exams for the end of your semester. Or just build up stress.
But whatever the reason was, it wasn't bearable anymore.
You would sometimes cry those feelings out before sleep, in hopes of forgetting about them in the morning and continue with your day-to-day life.
Other times you would wonder what would happen if you just run away from all those responsibilities. Disappear. To stop this suffering once and for all.
But you never do what your intrusive thoughts tell you to. Because you don't wanna worry anyone with whatever is happening inside your brain. You're a grown person. You can handle it yourself.
“[Name]?” A concerned voice said from inside your dorm.
Oh, right. Wilson today got back home from visiting his family.
He heard the front door open and close. But what got him worried was the sudden thud against the wooden floor. Making his way from the living room to the front door, his eyes widened as he saw you kneeling down on the floor.
“[Name]?! Hey-!” He immediately rushed to you, dropping whatever he was doing. He slowly kneeled in front of you as well, but not daring to touch you at all. “Are you okay?”
The question alone made the big bubble of tears you were holding back, spill down in seconds. Quiet sobs were the only thing Wilson got as an answer to his question. And at that, his heart sank. He slowly repositioned himself on the floor, now sitting, and his hands slowly came up to your shoulders.
“I'm right here, [Name]...” He said quietly, as he slowly trailed his hands down your arms, hoping this would somehow comfort you.
A choked sob left from your throat at the gentle action from the blonde. The energy this guy was radiating was something you always found so comforting about. So it wasn't a surprise that you immediately hugged yourself against him, now wetting his shoulder with your salty tears. And he didn't even hesitate in hugging you back.
“Everything will be alright…” Wilson whispered softly, while his hand rubbed up and down your back. “I'll make sure of it.”
“Thank you…” You said weakly, your grip around him tightening, as if scared he'll disappear if you let go, even if just for a second.
Oh, how you needed this. Just someone to hug you and tell you that everything will be alright. To be here for you.
content warning(s): unedited, mentions of injury, mentions of stitching wounds
a/n: ZAMN THIS HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS FOR YEARS enjoy the food 😋
this is also cross-posted onto ao3!
“Hold still,” you urge, practically snarling at him.
Wilson hisses as he winces from your taut wrapping on his arm, a nasty gash from his most recent mission. He’s seated in front of you shirtless on your bathtub, the top half of wetsuit bunched down at his waist, he leers at you who kneels with the medical kit by your leg. “Could you not pull it so tightly?”
“And let you pass out right here?”
"You're going to make me pass out anyway!"
As a former-hitman-turned-hero, he’s no stranger to being exposed to such dangerous missions. He knew what he was signing up for, taking on life-endangering tasks from clients and soon his boss at A.S.H, but he always gives you a heart attack whenever he stops by your place practically on the verge of death. Tonight is one of those nights, except he wasn’t nearly dying, just pretty wounded.
Sure he whines and moans every time you patch him up, but who's going to help him get back up to shape if no one's there? You know he has his healing-capable teammates with him, Claude and Vezalius, though you'd never met them before. He's only mentioned them in passing, but you wonder how they deal with him constantly trying to die (unintentionally) on every mission. It's a miracle they haven't left him out to bleed though.
“There.” You tape the end of the wrapping, tucking the adhesive tape inside one of the folds.
With your duty practically done, you start to put away all of your supplies ranging from the gauze to the alcohol to even stitches. Honestly, at this point you’re practically like his personal nurse with how many times he’s showed up at your door like this. You had to pick up new skills on the go since the first night he suddenly appeared at your balcony, bleeding out in the rain. Like any sane person would, you panicked for like a good solid 10 seconds—until he finally yelled at you to call for an ambulance.
As you click the white box shut, Wilson rolls his arm gently enough to not tear your stitching. He winces but only for a brief moment. He looks at you, standing up to carry the box back to the cabinet below the sink. "Your stitching's gotten better," Wilson remarks. "Same with your wraps."
You slide the kit back into its rightful place on the shelf, in clear sight when you open the cabinet. "Thanks, you make a good practice dummy."
"Hey!"
You laugh this time. "I'm not wrong! You're the only one who comes to my place often on the brink of death."
He stutters a bit and lowers his head, an embarrassed flush tinting his cheeks as he fails to come up with any rebuttal. Rather than trying to come up with a witty remark as he always do, he grumbles to himself as he pulls on the top half of his wetsuit.
"Willy," you sing-song as you look over your shoulder, shutting the cabinet.
He looks up, a faint blush on his cheeks, to you.
"You owe me."
A choke. He rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze again. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I still owe you for the last three times."
You quietly stare at him, watching him run through his thoughts as he mumbles to himself. He's always done this, you've noticed during your times together when he crashed at your place, literally. It's a cute habit, honestly, seeing him talk to himself a lot to organize his thoughts. Sometimes, you'd overhear him if you're close enough to hear his thought process, usually about work or his plans for the week.
He's probably thinking of what to do, you thought. No doubt he is. He over-complicates things when he gets deep into the rabbit hole of his planning. So you clear your throat.
"Wilson," you speak up, pulling his attention from his head to you. "If you can't think of anything, how about you treat me to something, hm? After all this time of playing nurse, we never got to hang out like normal people."
Again, he chokes on his breath. "Shit, fuck, yeah—wait—oh god, you're right! Do I even have your number?"
"I don't think so?" You look over to your phone resting on the counter, next to the sink.
You reach over for it, taking a quick peek at your contacts for a certain "Wilson" in the list. And, lo and behold, there's a gap of "Wilson" in there. You even decided to go through your text messages, looking for an unknown number but again, not a single mention of Wilson in there.
"I don't have yours either," you say, scrolling through your phone for another look-over for his contact. It takes another fifteen or so seconds until you decide to hold it over to him. "Here, put your number in there. I can text you later tonight so you can keep it."
He scoffs. “You know I could just—“
“Just take the damn phone already.”
“Fine!” He snatches your phone, his thumbs dancing across the keyboard before giving it back to you. “Happy?”
“Very,” you hum. As you check your phone reading his name and his number, you send a quick text to him to ensure he keeps your number in his wherever it is.
With your phone in hand, you make your way towards the door and swing it open. You call out to him as you step into the dark hallway, “See you in a day or two!”
“Wh—I didn’t even—“
“We know you’re gonna come back here sooner than later.”
Wilson groans in frustration. “God—yeah, whatever. See you soon… I guess.”
Your voice echoes down the hall from the direction to the living room, laughing at his reluctant response to your teasing. He stares down the hall, waiting for a moment until you’re not within an earshot of distance. He takes out his phone, silenced this entire time to focus on work and on you, to look through his messages.
A smile unconsciously grows on his face, staring at your simple text message saying ‘hi’ to him.
could i request a smut with fem reader x wilson and reader helps relieve him after his bunny garden stream? this very specific clip of him saying “i’m sorry i’m so hard” lives in my mind lolol
ft. yu q wilson x gn! reader — krisis, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ helping him blow off some steam after playing a nsfw video game ┊0.6k words
“god, how pathetic are you to get hard from a video game? this is a new low, even for you, and i don’t think i’ve ever roomed with a bigger pervert than you.”
“shut up! are you going to help me out or not?”
despite being past midnight with nothing but his bedside lamp illuminating the room, it was clearer than day that he was a drunk and horny mess after deciding to play ‘bunny garden’ while drinking for his hundreds to watch. you could smell the alcohol on his breath, hear him slurring his words, and see how his face was practically beet red from embarrassment. it isn’t uncommon for you to barge into his room to annoy him once he wraps up his liver activities, but he wasn’t sure if he was hoping that you wouldn’t walk in to see the state he was in, or if he was hoping that you would since you always knew how to pleasure him in a way he could never accomplish himself. especially when he was drunk, his clumsy movements when he’s attempting to jerk himself off only heighten his frustration rather than getting him anywhere, so even if you didn’t walk in, he probably would have ended up seeking your help anyway.
“not with that attitude i’m not. why don’t you try being nicer?”
besides, you love seeing how cute he was when he was vulnerable, trying his best to hide himself away while you continued to spread his legs and rub your hand on the growing bulge in his sweatpants. no wonder he’s frequently tormented and teased by the people around him, including you both in and out of the bedroom. how could anyone resist when he has the most adorable reactions?
“i-i… i’m sorry… just help me out, please?”
this was far from the first time you and your roommate have been in a situation like this, and as long as the two of you were living together, it was far from the last time too. you don’t remember how it started, probably with one drunken night and some more after that before it became a normal occurrence, but sometimes, he likes to act like he’s too proud to resort to fucking his roommate, who he only has sexual attraction to and no romantic feelings for (or at least, that’s what he tells himself). still, no matter how stubborn he wants to be about the matter, he always ends up melting under your touch and allowing you to take full control over him without an ounce of resistance. it just goes to show how his desperation is always stronger than his pride, something that becomes more evident with every hook-up the both of you have.
he’s already whimpering when you’re removing his bottoms, his exposed cock now standing at full attention as your fingers caress his skin from his torso down to where he wants you most, his hips involuntarily jerking into your touch. the liquor must have made him more sensitive than usual because he swears he doesn’t cum almost instantaneously when you lowered your head to swirl your tongue around his tip before licking up the length of his shaft, but you weren’t going to let that happen. you wanted the fun to stretch on all night, and judging by the way you were giggling alone, he knew that he was in for a long night, one where you were going to be sucking him dry before using him as a living doll to get yourself off as well, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel feverishly horny at the thought of it.
hi im alive sorry for not posting anything school has been kicking my ass lately 💔 i've been having some ideas so i'll try to write smth soon + get to my requests! i'm not ignoring any of them dw :3
cw: yu q. wilson x gn!reader; yearning wilson; unrequited love(?); slight vanta x reader but it's mostly just wilson's thoughts; this came out much shorter than i wanted but it's still smth...
How come we never even dated
It's funny, really. He felt as if it was some sick joke. How come out of all people, he would suddenly start feeling all tingly from the inside for you?
It's not like he hated you or something. You two were close friends. Buddies, if you'd call it even.
Some people would even say you two were made for each other. But he'd always brush it off, as if they were joking. To get on his nerves probably.
And he hated the fact that every time someone made a joking comment, and you brushed it off, he would feel his heart squeeze a little. As if he was hoping for you to go along with the joke.
But i still find myself thinking of you daily?
He would stay awake for hours, his mind being full only of you. He would always think how it’d feel to hold hands with you for hours, to kiss you, to say loving stuff to you.
To be yours.
There were countless times where he would quietly reach out for your hand, only to immediately pull it away. Silently cursing himself for even thinking like that.
You were a coworker. A close friend. Someone he would never even have the chance to be with romantically.
And yet he would still hope for something. Anything, that would give him a sign that you might be interested in him.
Why do you always leave me aching
You would tease him. Play around just to see him flush a little.
Lean closer, faces inches apart, and just give him a sweet smile. His cheeks would redden so fast, words die in his throat and brain multifunction.
“Go away.” He would say, while pushing your face at a more comfortable space. You would laugh in return, enjoying his flustered self.
And even if he wanted to actually lean further, close the small proximity between you two with a simple kiss, he would never do it.
When you were never mine for the taking?
He would feel his heart break every time he sees you with Vanta.
How you would laugh at something stupid he said, watching you two be so friendly with each other that someone might even mistake you for a couple.
Vanta was a gentleman, yes. And handsome one at that.
Wilson knew that he never even stood a chance of winning your heart, if you already had your eyes on the tyrant.
Maybe he was just better off watching from the side, and yearn for the love, that he'll never receive from you.
In the midst of your suffering, an angel comes down to nurse you back to health.
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Crumpled Tissues, Scratchy Throat. Cool-Guy Nurse
The room is shrouded in darkness, save for the sliver of light peeking through the curtains. The blackout curtains you brag to your fellow audiences are doing its work, blocking the sunlight from ever reaching you, only casting your room in the most minimal glow it can do. You're unsure what the time is, nor do you care to check your phone for answers; rather, you don't have the energy to do so.
Painful headaches. Heavy fatigues. Heavy eyelids.
Checking would put your sensitive eyes to overdrive, and you don't want that sudden light to trigger that migraine. In the midst of soft and fluffy blankets, you relish in its softness, the only good thing in this painstaking time of your life. You're warm, too warm, but you make no moves to kick the blanket away, knowing well not only would it be too cold, that use of energy would make your headache pound harder. It's a mystery whether your head aches because of dehydration, hunger, eyestrain... maybe all of the above. You're probably sick. Your throat haphazardly looks for water, but with the weight of illness weighing you down, there's nothing you could do but stay in this bed unmoving.
You have to update your manager though. You groan, in search for your phone.
You use all your willpower to open your phone, and immediately, you've been flash-banged by it. With a wince, you chat your manager about your state, giving up on grammar and spelling and turning your phone off the second you've sent it. Once that was done, it was back to laying back, dull body pain keeping you from being fully comfortable,
You're loopy, and you're slowly being welcomed back to sleep, and you've reached dreamland in an instant.
As for your manager, thank the lords for bringing down one of his angels for you, upon deciphering your chat, they readied an announcement and helped you reschedule some of your agenda for today. It just so happens that one of your agenda for today is a duo collaboration with Yu Q. Wilson at ten in the morning, which was sad since you expressed to him how excited you were to do this collab. Not only was it his day-off for his hero duties, it was also a day-off as Veil:on's very sneaky assassin. Since you were quite close friends, both literally and figuratively, it was no doubt you'd feel bad not doing it.
It was supposed to be a three-hour chatting stream staged to look like a videocall between best friends. You'd bring your phone to the kitchen, to make your favorite hot beverage along with breakfast, ask Wilson and chat what to cook for lunch, and basically do your daily routine. Since you're sick, however, this kind of stream just isn't pliable.
They sent an announcement and talked to Wilson's manager to deliver the news. Once word got out that you were sick, your fans replied to your post with heartwarming messages, some of your colleagues, sending you best wishes.
Wilson, on the other hand, well, he was worried. He had a collab on the later evening, and you live quite near his apartment, so his first thought was to walk to your place with whatever you needed at the very moment. He knew you needed food, and water, but he really isn't sure what to get you. Wilson starts chatting on his phone for a few more suggestions (as much as he knew he'd get teased the fuck out)
Yu Q Wilson
Guyss, what do you give a sick person?
Just asking, no specific reason.
Vantacrow Bringer
Food?
Uhhh
Water
Medicine?
WAIT
NSKDKSKCKDKDS
ARE YOU VISITING YOUR CRUSH? LMAO
Wilson's ears are red as he tries to type quick.
Yu Q Wilson
SHUTUPPP
Im just dropping stuff for them, it's not the same 😡😡
Vezalius Bandage
Ohhh it's definitely the same thing ☺️
Just admit you like them already, you've taught about going to their house like 4 times already
Fuck, Zali's right. Wilson winced at the memory. You did say he was welcome to come by anytime, but like, what do you do when someone you like says that? He gets another ping from his group chat.
Vezalius Bandage
Oh yeah, some noodle soup, water, and paracetamol should be good.
And with that, he's determined to at least nurse you back to health... at least before his collab in the evening. He wore a black shirt under a yellow and blue jacket, denim, sneakers, and a facemask.
He chats you about coming to your apartment, along with an adamant "idc if you're sick, im coming in with food and drinks and meds". You probably won't see it anyways.
He arrives at your apartment, reaching your doorstep. He knocks on your door, and it takes a few six minutes before he hears shuffling. The door opens and it's you, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket to the point where you've looked like the mysterious cloaked figures in video games.
"Oh... Wilson." Oh, you sound bad. Wilson winces at the raspiness of your throat. "I brought soup, water, and medicine." He lifts his arms containing said items, all in one paper bag. You mumble, post-dreaming, "You didn't have to- you have a collab later, you shouldn't have." but despite your denial, you make way for him to enter your abode. "I wanted to. Besides, you sound horrible right now."
As Wilson enters, he notices just how bad in shape your house is. The only light in your room is one kitchen light, and the rest is obscured in shadow. Wilson could make out a few crumpled tissues, and light coming from your work phone, probably Twitter notifications. His poor crushiecakes is all snotty and sickly.
He brings his gifts to the kitchen counter. "You go back to bed, I'll make soup."
You, in no shape of argument, obliged. Climbing up to your bed already felt tiring. Once you climb up, Wilson comes to your bedroom, opening the lamp by your work table, and you wince at the brightness. He holds a wet towelette, and starts wiping your face. You're somewhat surprised at how gentle he's being, despite being the company's 'biggest tsundere'. The towelette is cold, and the feel of it on your face is comforting.
"It's cold," you murmur. "It has to be cold, you're too hot." You let out a rough laugh, and immediately he shuts you up by wiping your mouth. "Shut up, I meant your skin!" He's cute, and caring. If you were well, you would have teased him more. You sadly couldn't see through his mask, but imagining his face was somewhat better.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Wil..." Wilson's eyes soften, and he places the towel on your forehead. "I'll serve the soup in a bit... you go rest, now."
As you went to sleep, you notice, how red his ears were, and you smiled as the fatigue takes you away momentarily.
Escaping a dreamless slumber, your nose takes note of a delicious scent. Chicken and cream, it creates a harmony that left your stomach remembering that it hasn't eaten. When your eyes open, you see Wilson on his phone, chicken soup by your bedside. His eyes snap to you, and you feel a bit sheepish now that you're fully conscious.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, leaning closer to you.
"Hungry." The way you're eyeing the soup makes him a bit shy, since... well, he did follow a recipe Vox made when one of his kindred got sick. He hopes you'll like it. You pick up a spoonful of soup with a bit of chicken and carrot, and you blow, or at least tried to, but Wilson could hear the crackle of your throat. He takes the bowl, and the spoon, and blows the spoonful for you. He sees your cheeks redden, and he, himself, almost wanted to combust. "Don't say a word and eat." He brings the soup up to your lips, and you slurp. Immediately, he sees your eyes sparkle, almost instantly. "Appapap." You were about to compliment him, but he shushes you with another spoonful. You obeyed either way, letting your tastebuds rejoice at the taste of food.
This continued, at least until your stomach was satisfied. Before he left the room, you called out to him, ever so sweetly.
"Wil." He looks back, and he sees your gentle smile. It was unlike those grins you give when you're streaming— no, it was far more intimate, with eyes softened and cheeks red. It makes his heart swell, that expression.
"You're so sweet to me. Thank you for taking care of me."
And of course, like tsundere nature, he'll look away, hiding his face despite wearing a mask.
"I-if you need me, I'll be downstairs or something. You go rest well now." You don't hear the soft "You deserve to be taken care of that comes out of his mouth when he closes your bedroom door.
The next week arrives and you're feeling a lot better.
"I was sick, but I had a sweet caring person take care of me for the entire time I was dead on bed. I thought I was being visited by an angel," You laughed on stream, lighthearted and joyous. Your viewers are excited that you're back, and most especially, curious on the "angel" who nursed you.
'Awww!'
'Ohoho Sweet person??'
'Admirer???'
"Admirer?" You hum, propping your elbow on the table. "Maybe not, maybe not. If they were sick right now, I'd probably come over too. We just live kinda near each other."
'Oh??? Wilson maybe??👀'
'Wilson???'
Your smile grows a tiny bit wider.
'No speculating, guys!!'
'Thank you secret person!!'
'Thank you for saving our oshi!!'
"I don't know if they're watching, but yeah. If they are, thank you so much. I'll buy you discord nitro for a year. You deserve to be my Discord kitten."
Your chat laughs, some still speculating, some enjoying your recovery.
At the corner of your eye, a Discord notification from the angel himself emerges.
Yu Q. Wilson
What?
You don't need to repay me
DON'T BUY ME DISCORD NITRO
I'M NOT YOUR DISCORD KITTEN IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUNDD
On the other side, Wilson, who isn't streaming today, is facing the jokes of his teammates who watch along your stream during their heroic lunch break.
synopsis who knew that being friend with the most bright boy ever could be bad for your health ?
pairing boxer!itadori yuji x gn!reader
content fluff. reader is kinda obsessed and desperate. reader's pronouns are they/them. english isn't my first language so many mistakes!
wc 3.8k
notes it's my first writing project here!!! i'm kinda stressed to post it i admit but i hope you'll like it!! sorry the debut is a bit boring ig and i feel like everything happens too fast :(
“do you think he rejected her?”
“don't know. he looks kinda smiley, doesn't he?”
“he's always smiley.”
itadori yuji. the sun itself. cheerful boy you met during your first year of college, since you both had friends in common. cheerful boy who never left your mind ever since, because when you cross paths with the incarnation of life you cannot escape it.
from where you sat with some friends, you could see him. scratching his neck, a shy smile his rosy lips were harboring, with his friends at his side.
kugisaki, seeming to laugh at him, or with him, maybe. fushiguro was being himself, more quiet, judging silently the two of them.
too absorbed by the sight of him, wondering why he seemed timid, because of who, you didn't hear your friends leaving the bench to attend their classes while yours was in an hour.
“you’ll never guess what,” kugisaki’s voice suddenly sounded very close — it was, the three of them had joined you.
“what?” you asked, head tilted to the side with slight nonchalance. you were both excited to know about anything related to itadori, but also worried by the words she could let out.
“this bitch–” she pointed at his still smiling friend, “broke a heart today.”
probably yours, by being this close and glowy.
“i did not!” itadori grumbled, sitting next to you, letting his friends sit across us, “i refused with kindness and politeness!” whatever they were talking about, your mind was way too focused on how his leg was touching yours casually.
still. with your brows furrowed, fushiguro briefly explained how the sweetest boy ever rejected, with respect, a probably nice girl just minutes before. you tried your best to not let the one and only breath of relief you kept buried in, out.
“i thought you were the type of guy who would accept a date with anyone,” you started, index finger patting your chin, eyes focused on the fabric of his hoodie, instead of looking directly into his how lovely eyes. “like, in an oblivious way. seeing it as friendly outings.”
and it was what scared you the most. how easy he was to get along with. how easy it was for people to like him and for him to like them. you loved him for these specific reasons, reasons that you hated, too. you couldn't forbid the sun to shine, you only wanted it to glow brighter for you.
kugisaki just laughed at what you said, accusing you of calling him stupid, which caused itadori to protest. “i wouldn't accept a date with anyone! i know the difference with a friendly hangout, y’know,” he huffed. sweet.
“if it's asked in a friendly way, tho… like, ‘do you wanna watch this movie with me?’ yes, of course!”
and you made sure to keep his words in mind, holding back anyone who suddenly would be tempted to ask him out to watch movies together, “never heard of movie dates?” you asked, a tiny smirk on your lips, amused at his obliviousness.
but the least you were was amused. the pureness of his heart was unfortunately easily noticeable, you could almost see how badly everyone was attracted to it, to him and his sinless mind.
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walking down the countless steps of this university to reach the outside, where freedom resides, liberated from the chains of the school system– EEK!
“fuck– itadori!” you punched his shoulder gently, your hand holding your heart as if it was going to run away.
“yuji,” he breathed out with his usual gummy smile glued to his face, letting you feel like being blessed, like a reminder of how close enough, intimate, you were to him. enough to call him by his name, at least. “you scared me, yuji. frightened me.”
“you were in your thoughts, as always. i called you a hundred times!” as always, he said? how thoughtful.
he clapped his hands together, like he was planning a prayer, “come with me, please!” looking up with almost pleading eyes. you could already accept his request without hesitation, even though you didn't know where he wanted you. you'll be an idiot to not follow him to hell if asked.
“come where?”
“practice! i'll walk you home if it ends up too late, i promise.” once again, how thoughtful.
such an appealing proposition. practice. itadori yuji’s practice. boxing class. what do boxers wear ? what does practice involve? fights? bloody yuji? maybe sweaty yuji? — “please please please–”
“yes.”
of course, yes. any sane person would embrace the idea of watching the most precious thing ever practice his skills. your answer came out too fast, anyway. if you planned to be mysterious about your excitement, you failed.
what didn't fail was yuji’s happiness, it was completely growing. did you just accept to accompany him, or did you bequeath him all your possessions? he looked so pleased for so little from you, making your entire skin bloom.
still trying to compose yourself, you followed him in silence, imagining the best scenarios possible. patching him up, wiping his sweat off. this it what people call daydreaming, for sure. you made sure to acknowledge him, though. nodding and smiling to whatever he could be saying. whatever you say, handsome.
you soon arrived to destination, yuji going to the changing rooms and sending you to where you would be able to watch him comfortably.
freshly changed into his sportswear, yuji walked to your direction, a tiny frown barely visible over his face. “laughing alone?” he asked, eyes down on where you sat, listening to the sweet voice of yours explaining how a boxing buddy made you laugh. he knows already. he saw.
scrunching his nose from slight discomfort, he put down his towel and bottle next to you — belongings that you took immediately and put on your lap. not weird at all. only trying to keep his things safe… yeah?
after a bit of stretching, which you could swear was the closest to heaven you've ever been, he finally started to harass this damn punching bag.
pleased smile stuck to your face, you had no idea what the bag could've done to deserve such attention from him, but you kind of envied it.
as if he had heard you, he stopped. maybe it was your time. you were now the punching ball. but before you could thank the gods for this moment, someone invited himself into yuji’s training. they shared brief words before sparring with each other.
it didn't last long before someone stepped closer to where you sat, disturbing your daydreaming self. “never saw you here. you come often?”, usually, you would have told him to fuck off. but the thought of him being yuji’s friend, and perhaps losing points with him, you answered politely.
no, you didn't come often. no, you're not particularly into box. yes, yes you are single. damn it, isn't there anyone to save you from such a situation?
“they're with me,” an angel spoke. or perhaps it was only yuji itadori. an angel, yes. the evil itself, the shitty man bothering you, held up his hands in a guilty way. “ah. didn't know it was so serious between you both,” he joked, but no one found it funny, surprisingly.
“they won’t want to come back if you're a pain.”
tell him, yuji ! you couldn't hold back the satisfied grin on your lips, and it grew into a more genuine one when yuji ended his sparring time to approach you.
“sorry. i didn't think someone would bother you,” words that came in one ear and out the other one, since he decided to dehydrate himself. adam's apple bobbing, a sweat drop rolling down his throat, too stunned to speak.
“you’ll still come back to see me, yeah?” he required almost sadly. is there anyone here who would deny this poor boy? “of course. not your fault,” you reassured, handing him his towel.
to your surprise, he didn't take it. he only bowed slightly his head, your hands mechanically reaching for his pinkish hair, drying it. you heard a little “thank you” murmured, making your heart flutter with contentment.
practice ended not long after that, now both buried in the crowded subway. you weren't the type to let your luck slip away, and sadly, you couldn't keep yourself steady here. you had no other choice but to cling to his arm to not get thrown away.
a gesture he welcomed with a big smile, which you shared back. and now all you could think about was how his fucking bicep was flexing to keep both of you steady, and you internally prayed for him to hold on your waist to keep him grounded too— prayer never reached gods’ ears, unfortunately.
finally, you both stopped at the same station, yuji reminding you how he promised he will walk you home, and feeling even more indebted since you got bothered by a jerk all because of him. “it's not your fault–”, “i asked you to accompany me, i'll make sure no one dares to disturb you next time!” he declared with pride. so cute.
as he talked about this and that, moving his hands in all directions, your analytical eye caught how the hem of his zipper jacket sleeves was filled with tiny holes. you unconsciously grabbed it, “i can fix it,” you spoke naturally, cutting him off during his yapping session.
“it's an old one, i don't mind it,” he shrugged it off, still wearing his soft smile. “i do mind,” you were probably being out of mind right now, maybe even bold, but you started to take his jacket off.
sweetest thing ever, he didn't even deny you. only giggling at your antics, “alright, boss! thanks!” he kindly ruffled your hair. a casual move from him, but you're obviously going to overthink it all night.
keeping his jacket against your heart, the most agreeable scent emanating from it, you felt at peace. his jacket could suffice to comfort you from your worst nightmare, his presence helping even more your serenity.
perhaps it was a natural thing to feel next to the person you loved, but how could a simple human being make you lose track of time. always too short. always needing moments to last more. time slipped through your fingers when yuji itadori shared his with you, even now. it was probably past 8pm already, but the sun was still shining bright. or may it was him. he was the kind of light which led you in the shadows, the kind of light which didn't even let you know what darkness was.
“wanna come in?” you proposed out of nowhere, now in front of your apartment. his eyes glowing with something you couldn't describe, his answer still saddened you a bit.
“i mostly want to take a damn shower right now,” he giggled, so, so softly. “invite me over when i'm not all stinky, yeah ? wanna see what your home looks like.”
that's how you spend the end of your day mending his zipper jacket, wondering if, maybe, he had thought of being here, at your place. thought at how your room was decorated, how he could make himself comfortable in the sheets of yours.
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walking towards the bench he was sitting on, all alone, you pressed the white paper bag against your chest. “yuji, ‘morning,” you greeted, sitting next to him close enough for your thighs to touch. it’s a coincidence, really. “i have two things for you.”
eyes of pure greed widened before you as well as he smiled, turning his body in sort to face yours. “first,” you started, “i give back what i stole,” you chuckled to yourself while unboxing his jacket and showing him the sleeves : fixed!
as if you just saved his brother from drowning, he took his jacket, pressing him against his chest before wrapping (not so delicately) his arms around you. “you're SO talented! thank you, thank you, thank you,” was muffled in your hair. afraid of moving, or speaking, even of breathing and making him pull away, you stayed stiff.
“it's really not that much,” you finally said, “it is. now i have a whole new jacket.”
was it really brand new when you spend the damn night smelling it until his scent permeates in your veins. fortunately, he would never know that. “it even has your scent on it, now,” he added shamelessly, now only an arm around your shoulders, head leaning against yours. bro was too stunned to speak, once again. nothing too hard to deal with, though. you had dreamt about having him this close forever, you weren't going to waste it.
“next thing,” your words caught his attention immediately, chocolate eyes piercing into yours, you almost felt speechless. “i… there's the new del toro at the cinema and–”, “yeah! frankenstein? wanna see it together?” he proposed with joy. so much joy, damn it, it was contagious. you only nodded with excitement, the screening he chose was at 6pm. today. like, you were going on a movie date with itadori yuji today.
classes lasted forever, it seemed. probably because you were way too excited, maybe too much. would you ever be able to watch the movie in peace?
though, the moment you both reunited, everything was moving faster. in the blink of an eye, you were sat next to each other, a bucket of sweet popcorns in between the two of you, yuji was his usual self. talkative. frankenstein hadn't started yet, and you doubted that it would be more interesting than anything yuji could say.
“and he said– oh? you cut yourself?” his words took you back to reality, his eyes fixed to your index finger wrapped in a colorful bandage. “oh, yeah. it's nothing. happened when i sewed your jacket’s holes.” what you didn't know was how deep yuji’s caring personality actually was.
“there. it’ll heal faster,” if you could curse your previous self for putting a bandage around this tiny cut, you probably would. because now, you couldn't feel the softness of yuji’s lips on your finger. you could already feel it. he kissed it better, you were healed. you were now invincible and no disease could reach you.
met with his burning eyes, you smiled shyly, murmuring a little “thank you” that sounded stupid, in a way. but he smiled back, and nothing could have torn you away from his gaze. nothing but frankenstein. this bitch.
the movie was actually pretty good. what made it even better was yuji’s fingers brushing yours when hungry for popcorns. your stomach started to feel a bit sore, pained at how the day was going to end soon.
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itadori yuji was the sun itself. he knew one thing only, how to love. it's what you thought. today, itadori yuji was stressed. leg bouncing, whiny, but what did a stressed yuji need? “i knew you more confident,” kugisaki said.
because, yes. itadori yuji was sure of himself, trained a lot for the incoming boxing match, and was always motivated. so why? why was he glued to your side, a pout on his lips, squirming?
“what if i lose? what if i make a fool of myself?”
“why are you sooo concerned about it? you always make a fool of yourself.”
kugisaki’s words made you chuckle, making yuji whine even more. “because YOU are going to remind me of it until i die,” he started to enumerate the reasons for his anxiety, “fushiguro’s serious gaze will make me feel judged,” that made him frown, “and i CANNOT lose in front of you!” he finished, eyes focused on you.
“i won't make fun of you–”
“but i’ll be a loser!”
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you were regretting all of your life's choices. why the hell did you fall in love with a man who has for hobby to get beaten up. well, he looked good in his red shorts, even all bruised and bloody. he wasn't the only one in such a state, his opponent was looking bad, too. what also felt bad was your poor stomach, hurting like you were taking the same punches as yuji right now.
not understanding anything about the rules of this sport, you couldn't even guess who the winner was going to be. hoping for your lovely boy, of course. the boxing ring was tainted with blood and sweat, you could hear people screaming for their favorite fighter, unlike you. you stayed silent, both observing how strong he was, proud of how much effort he put into it, but also scared of something happening to him. maybe his opponent had teeth strong enough to tear off his ear, who knew?
it was only when the referee raised the arm of the man in blue that your heart caught back its pace.
soon enough, the defeated face of yuji entered the room where his loved ones were and, as he saw you, his brows turned into a sad pout. most of his family and friends surrounded him, praising him, because he fought good. of course he did.
after everyone had shared praises to him, his smile slightly appeared back. the crowd dispersed itself and, as usual, yuji offered to walk you home. “i should be the one walking you home. you deserve years of sleep,” you gently proposed, but he was stubborn. “i’ll walk you home. i deserve years of you, right now,” he casually said. you weren't sure of the meaning of it, but you'd gladly give yourself to him if it could make him feel better.
he was more quiet, more calm. you knew why, of course. he wasn't proud of himself. no one liked losing. you did your best to lift his spirits, but somehow, the tiny pout of his lips maintained unchanged.
“yuji,” you stood in front of the door of your place, “i know you're stinky right now, but come in. yeah?” your words released a laugh from him, making you proud of yourself. “mhm, yeah,” a simple nod from him and you pulled him inside, waiting in the elevator for the forth floor. you were oddly calm. the love of your life was going to see you in the most intimate way, and you were peaceful.
closing the door behind you, yuji felt your hands pushing him towards the couch, forcing him to sit down. “can i see your room?” he asked with glitters in his eyes, making you feel bad for breaking his dream so fast, “if you thought my place was more than 20sqm, i have to tell you–”, he laughed. maybe he thought you were living in a castle with enough space for about a hundred people. unfortunately, you barely had enough space for yourself.
you left him on your couch, which was also your bed, for a minute. returning with disinfectant and bandages, you sat on your knees next to him, pushing on his chest to make him rest his back against the backrest. “i'm proud of you,” you quietly reassured, pressing a cotton soaked in disinfectant. he winced. “i’m not.”
you pressed harder, “i won't go easy on you if you talk bad of yourself,” unlike what you expected, he chuckled. “i don't care. i'm tough.”
you kept pressing your soaked cottons over his bruises, and you found yourself kissing them before patching them up. “it will heal faster,” you reused his own words, “don't like seeing you like that,” you added, which made him close his eyes.
“you heal me,” he whispered. you simply nodded in return, but his brows furrowed. “not the disinfectant nor the bandages. you heal me.”
maybe the world had forgotten how to turn, because it felt like everything was in pause right now. “you take care of me so much,” words that made your own brows furrow, now. “i feel like a fucking loser but i'm not fully one,” you agreed quietly, “i’ll be one, a real loser, if i ever lose you.”
too much. it was too much. you stood abruptly, trying to escape the hard flow of emotions that was bursting inside your guts.
itadori yuji, the sun itself, couldn't let such things happen. “where are you going?” he almost pleaded, following you like an abandoned puppy. “where i won't combust.” he frowned.
“sorry– i didn't want to rush you. i just–”
you felt mad at yourself, why were you running away? you couldn't even run away in this fucking apartment, couldn't hide. you finally kneeled down, hugging your knees. “my stomach hurts.”
“ah? how bad? let me help–”
“you make my stomach hurts. stop it.” he mimicked your position, now at your eyes level, even if you weren't looking into his. “sorry… i needed to say it–”
“you make my whole body aches, stomach hurts, chest hurts, heart hurts. you're so– damn it, you're so bright.” you finally looked up, eyes wide and pupils full. facing you, itadori yuji. the sun itself, unaware of how too much vitamin D was bad for health.
“what's your goal, huh? you shine too much. you can't do that. stuffing me with so much bliss, i'm gonna explode. god, i’m gonna die from this.”
you were truly feeling unwell, too warm, too dizzy. is it possible to die from love ? for a simple boy to make a body burn ? your state was startled by the face of heaven right in front of you, eyes bright and sheepish smile.
“let me help. please.” you frowned slightly, still, unable to resist, you had to be saved. “please,” you whispered.
with gentle hands, your body left the ground, lifted up in direction of the couch. your mind was slowly leaving your body, disappearing the moment he put you down his lap. “there you are,” he giggled softly, in a deadly sweet way.
“i’ll kiss it better,” he whispered, lips tasting your shoulder, “all your pain, it’d be like it was never there,” cheeks kissed, both, with a passion only itadori yuji knew.
then, your throat, “it hurts here? dunno anymore,” you didn't know, either. you wondered if a body had ever been touched like this, blessed this much. “your heart will never hurt with me,” he murmured, his usually cheerful voice now hoarse. he pressed his ear against your chest, he probably could hear how fast your heart was pounding, and he kissed it through your shirt. it didn't help. it beat faster. it even made him laugh kindly.
“you're torturing me,” you almost whined but the sound never came out, blocked by his lips against yours in the tenderest way. hands instinctively holding his face, you deepened it.
but itadori yuji, the sun itself, could be cruel. when too close, it burned.
he pulled away, shaking slightly his head, “no, no, no. calm down. can't hurt my baby like that.” he grinned, laying you down the couch, rubbing his nose against yours. “you said it yourself,” he kissed your cheek, “gonna explode, gonna die from this… let's take our time.”
itadori yuji. the sun itself. it warms up. it lights up the world, our hearts, but it blazes. it makes the skin age faster, but you, somehow, wouldn't mind aging next to itadori yuji.
cw: NSFW! yu q wilson x gn!reader; sub!wilson; dom!reader; established relationship; blowjob
i feel like wilson loves getting head. he won't say it out loud, but it would definitely be pretty obvious.
his breath hitched in his throat when you placed a soft kiss against his clothed cock, hands holding onto the bed's sheets for dear life. he tried not to buck his hips up towards your lips, but failed miserably.
you know how needy he is, and that's why you love playing with him.
“stop teasing…” he breathed out, an angry pout forming on his face and flush covering his cheeks. he watched you slowly free his cock from his sweatpants, before a loud whimper left his lips the moment you kissed the tip, his head falling back.
his breathing got heavier as you kept leaving teasing kisses all over his shaft. “c'mon… please…” his voice was so whiny. and how can you say no to him? he just sounds so cute when he's all whimpering and begging for something.
you trailed your kisses up his cock, before pushing his tip inside your mouth. you slowly bobbed your head up and down, the movement making wilson stiffen in place and a loud, but short moan leave him. his left hand came up to your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, while trying to control himself. “f-fuuuck…”
everytime, the moment you wrap your lips around his cock, he just feels like he will cum on the spot. he's just that weak whenever it comes to you.
it didn't pass much time, before he moaned in a whiny voice “i'm close i'm close!” he came down your throat, his legs shuddered and loud whimpers left his mouth, as he pushed your head lower into his cock, making you gag a little.
after he calmed down, he let go of your hair and you pulled away. licking your lips, you climbed up on the bed and above him, giving him a sweet smile, but also full of hunger.
he could feel the flush spreading all to the tip of his ears. “i hate you…” he murmured, his hand slowly running up and down your arm.
you leaned down, your breath syncing with his. “no, you don't.” you whispered, before kissing him eagerly.
Hello! Can I ask for ZZZ Banyue x male reader head canons? Reader is guiding Banyue through his first cuddling session. Reader rewards him with kisses when Banyue does something right. Hope this is ok!
cw: banyue x m!reader; still building your relationship(?); i hope i did your request justice :')
bf!banyue who's actually very nervous in the beginning of your relationship. maybe even scared. all because he just doesn't want to accidentally hurt his boyfriend in any way.
bf!banyue with whom hugs in the beginning are very stiff. it's like you're hugging a rock. and you have to remind him every time that he can relax, but he would never listen.
bf!banyue who, with time, slowly opens up about the idea of cuddling with you. up until now he would reject the offer, out of fear. but seeing you craving physical affection and being rejected for it truly makes his heart break.
bf!banyue who shyly approaches you one night. hands playing nervously with one another, while trying to maintain eye contact with you. and when the words spill out of his mouth, he could see the stars brightening up in your eyes.
bf!banyue who, the moment you pull him down on the bed and climb on top of him, freezes immediately. he can feel the way you hug him so softly, and this makes him relax a little.
“you can hug me too, you know…” you say quietly, making him look at you with worry in his eyes. but he listens anyway.
bf!banyue who, despite being all metal, still feels so warm against you. like a warm blanket. his arms wrapping around you, like puzzle pieces falling into place.
bf!banyue who can almost feel his head short circuiting when you place a soft kiss against his cheek. he feels overwhelmed, but in a good way. he never imagined that receiving love from you could be even more heart warming than it already was. but here he is now, his tail thumping against the bed, as his hands slowly rubbed up and down your back.
bf!banyue who, even if being an intellectual machine, still feels the butterflies in his stomach and his body becoming free from all the stress of the day in these quiet moments with you. and he'll never change anything for it.
the thought of slow kisses with wilson turning into a heated make out session. you both can't keep your hands off of each other. him pushing you down on the bed and trailing his kisses down your neck, all while this song is playing in the background.....
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