The grass crunched under the sole of a woman's feet as she navigates her way through the vacinity. Her long black hair swirling along with the wind as she grimaced whenever strands of hair block her vision.
Though her movements abruptly stopped because something or rather someone
blocked her path.
A person lying on the ground, the sun enhancing their features and caressing the curves of their face gently. Their hair spread across the vibrant grass alongside their slicky and lose clothing.
The scene made them look as if they were plucked out of a painting that the artist painstakingly put meticulous details in.
Ethereal
Even divine
The woman immediately got out of the trance, when she noticed the pool of liquid gushing out of the body, and kneeled beside them.
Blood?
But it's gold
Wait no- focus on their injuries
She smacked her face and pushed down her curiousity- in favour of checking the person's pulse.
Faint but still there
Her arms trembles as she picks up the unconscious body and drags them along to her parked vehicle several meters away.
She starts her engine and sped off to her clinic- passing by several other vehicles, students and staffs.
a/n: another one of my drafts definitely not rotting at this point but I wanted to share this! ill be opening reqs soon after my blog rules!
Adjusting your position, carefully moving your shoulder not to stir the person sleeping against it. āCanāt you believe Groose told me to name that artifact after him?ā you commented, leaning your head against the trunk.
Zelda giggled besides your left, sewing another sailcloth. She told you a couple of times that the final piece will be shown to you by the time she's finished, your eagerness to see it overwhelms your patience but you have self-control and respect for your best-friend's handiwork.
It took quite some time to convince the people that the surface was safe to live in. Zelda was often busy establishing within the surface along with her father. Sitting on the grass beneath a tree and listening to the wind with sunlight glistening against your skin. The scenery brings comfort and warmth for the three of you, a camaraderie to silently bask across the sunset.
Its been a couple of months ever since the defeat of Demise. It felt like a week ago for you, itās baffling to find peace especially below Skyloft where itās deemed unsafe by the elders across generations. It will take time adjusting to a new environment, but itās enough for people to live and maneuver around places freely.
You felt a stir against your shoulder, a loud yawn erupted from Link. His arms subconsciously wrapped around your waist, taking in around his surroundings not later than his head comes back to where it rested. You struggled trying to sit up, but he's particularly using you as if you're a pillow!
"I was about to say welcome back to sleepyhead over here," Zelda quipped, a smile adorning her face as she looked over to the former. āI guess not.ā
"Zelda, help! Heavy -"
"I'm good, have fun you two!" she went back to sewing albeit scooting a bit farther, heavily focusing on the craft ignoring your woeful cries of help as your boyfriend's weight crushes you.
Synopsis: coming back home after a tiring day at work but someone back home makes all that exhaustion go away
Warning(s): fluff, sfw, established relationship, gender neutral readerā”
Having Luuk as your husband, and someone to look forward to going home to daily, felt like having free access to heaven itself, seriously. Despite both of you having your own different, hectic careers to deal with, Luuk always made sure the spark between you two never faded away, or even flickered, ever. Even on those super rough and tiring days which left nothing but bitterness and tiredness inside, he never let stress cloud his mind, or yours, and let it ruin things between you two. Even though he himself has a schedule which is always packed and busy as a doctor, he still makes time for both of you, no matter how exhausted he is from work and everything. His top priority was, and is, always you.
Today was one of those days which sucked all of the energy out of you, and left you with nothing but stress, making your head feel like it's gonna explode from how heavy it feels. Everything felt and went wrong today... well, that was before you stepped inside your house.
As soon as you opened the door, a feeling of warmth hit you instantly, making your shoulders un-tense slightly, along with the soft sounds of pots and pans, with grilling coming from the kitchen. It was Luuk, of course, making dinner, though he probably just came home a while ago too, tired, but instead of resting, he was making dinner for both of you.
You slowly and quietly closed the door behind yourself.
"Another rough day, huh?"
A soft and gentle voice came from behind you. You turned around to see Luuk, with a gentle smile, walking towards you while taking his apron off. Somehow, whenever you are in a bad mood, or when you are just tired from a tough day at work, even when you don't tell him, Luuk always knows. Even when you keep it hidden sometimes and don't show it visibly on your face, he still knows somehow. Guess you can't hide anything from the eyes of a doctor, can you? Especially when that doctor is also your husband.
Before you know it, Luuk cups your face with both of his hands, holding your face between his hands firmly, yet very gently.
"Tired?" Luuk asked, caressing your cheekbone, even though he already knew the answer.
You just gave a slight nod, looking down, before two pairs of strong arms pulled you into a warm hug, burying your face into his neck. Your breath hitched at the sudden hug.
"Things were less of a hassle today, so I wrapped everything up quickly to make some special time for us" he said, while caressing your hair for a while before pulling back to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and taking your hand in his, leading you towards the kitchen where the dining table was.
As you walked further in, you saw how he prepared so many candles around the table, rose petals scattered around, with fairy lights, lots of your favorite food, and a wine bottle with two glasses on the table. You almost wanted to cry, but you were too tired to even shed tears right now.
Luuk sat you down on one of the chairs before kneeling down between your legs and taking your hands in his.
"You had a hard day, with lots of stressful things to deal with, so... I hope that this makes you feel atleast a little better."
He finished by placing kisses on both of your knuckles.
God, how can anyone be this perfect and understanding??? You seriously hit the jackpot with him.
"Thanks..." was the only thing you could say in a low voice, too exhausted to do or say anything much.
"You did so much, even when you yourself probably had a rougher day than me-"
Before you could continue, Luuk cupped your face again, making your mouth shut.
"Hmm?"
You let out a muffled noise.
"It doesn't matter who had a rougher day than the other."
Luuk leaned closer to your face until you could feel his warm breathing, and his comforting scent, which screamed warmth and home, on your face.
"As long as I can help you relax, it's all worth it."
His gentle and low-toned voice, with a little firmness in it, felt like it was untying all the stress knots in your body.
Luuk leaned up and rested his head against yours. He slowly exhaled, and you could feel his warmth all over your face before Luuk pulled away just a few inches so he could cup your face again, just even more gently.
"Now let's stop caring and worrying about other things, which can wait, hmm? First, you have to eat to your fill with me right now."
Luuk stood up and took the wine bottle from the table, pouring some wine into two glasses, and pushing one near your plate, and putting one near his before taking a seat beside you, keeping the chair close to yours intentionally.
"Now..."
Luuk put a spoon in your hands before leaning on the table with his elbow, looking at you, and having his own spoon in the other hand.
"Tell me about your day while you eat."
You loved yapping away about your horrible days to him, but today you felt a little too bad about it, how you always rant to him about your day, probably annoying him, and adding more to his problems, and giving nothing but more stress.
"It's nothing..."
You said, lowering your spoon after taking a bite from the dinner. It was delicious, like it always is when Luuk makes something. There's seriously some magic in his hands.
Luuk sat his spoon on his plate before using one hand to lift your face to meet his gaze, those red eyes looking at you sharply, as if they could see right through you.
"I know for a fact that it's not "nothing" so don't lie to me, love. You know you can't hide it from me."
Of course you can't. You have never been able to.
"You're right, it's not nothing. I just don't wanna bother you with my rant and problems when you already have so much to shoulder."
You looked down, avoiding his gaze piercing through you, before he wrapped his hand more firmly around your face and turned it back to face him, your cheeks squished between his hands.
Luuk leaned a little closer to you.
"You never bothered me, not even once, so stop thinking like that."
Luuk said that with a firm voice that honestly ran a slight chill down you.
"And don't push me away, got it?"
The way he said it, with those sharp red eyes and that firm tone, just left you wide-eyed before immediately nodding.
"Good. I hope we are clear on that."
He said, letting go of your face with his usual warm and gentle smile, and tucking a strand of hair that fell over your face behind your ear.
You let out a sigh of relief internally. He can really be scary when he wants to be.
"Now then, tell me about it."
He said, picking up his spoon to eat, as you told him about your whole day while slowly eating from your spoon, as Luuk kept feeding you with his own spoon in the middle whenever you forgot to take a bite too.
a/n: the lack of fanfics wuwa characters have on tumblr is insane aside from a few which were also posted years ago there nothingš§ even tho im not that much into luuk herssan bcz he lowkey feels creepy(in a funny way idk how to put it in wordsš) to me sometimes... but after doing his quest and stuff im slowly trying to open up to him and I really wanted to post something abt wuwa so luuk is the starting person for it! (It was gonna be qiuyuan but im making something even better for my blind drunk wifeš)
ā gamer boyfriend and chronically online, heās addicted to technology, itās basically part of him atp
ā omg imagine meeting him through the internet yummmmm
ā before dating his crush on you wasnāt subtle at all, he was never ashamed about it and wanted his attraction for you to be painfully obvious
ā knew a lot about you even before you were dating, not in a creepy way, he just genuinely paid a lot of attention to you
ā you asked him out first, you both clearly liked each other but he was too nervous to say anything, despite ogling you almost everyday lol
ā but when you two get in a relationship, heād get comfortable really quickly which means a lot of dirty talking
ā a good boyfriend in all the categories, heās pretty, funny when he wants to, relaxed and patient, a very chill guy
ā i donāt think heās the kind of guy to verbally express his love, he shows his affection through his actions, quality time together, taking care of you, etc
ā has a soft spot for you and only you, yeah the other know āchill and funny benā but they donāt see the silly and sweet side, thatās all for you
ā doesnāt go overboard with PDA, just the basic hand holding, an arm around you, but on private heād be all over you
ā notices everything about you, if you changed your shampoo, if youāre wearing a new perfume, if youāve done something with your hair
ā will use your expensive shampoo and conditioner, when you ask about it heāll simply shrug and say that the others donāt work on his hair anymore
ā heās basically your number one fan and will always hype you up
ā loves when you play with his hair and lets you experiment with it, wearing whatever hairstyle or accessory you give him, no matter how bad or good he thinks it is
ā heāll joke about it if he think its bad tho
ā takes pride in himself when he makes you laugh
ā intentionally leaves his things in your room, pockets, etc, so you're always reminded of him
ā constantly teases you and makes sarcastic comments every time because that's part of his love language
ā basically your new shadow, he loves spending time with you when heās not busy and it doesnāt even need to be a date, you could just be doing your things and heāll be there, standing behind you and looming over your shoulder with a sappy smile
ā would hug you from behind, press his face into your neck and just breathe in your scent with a low hum against your skin
ā has really cold hands, like, all the time, and heāll laugh if you complain about how chilly his touch is
ā a cuddler, 100%
ā has a concerning sleep schedule, goes through all-nighters playing videogames almost the whole week so donāt be surprised if he looks like a zombie sometimes
ā but would listen if you scolded him for it, heād roll his eyes and complain about it but heād fix his sleep schedule if that makes you happy
ā wants to sleep with you tho, face buried in your chest, clinging to you like a koala
ā wants to wear matching pjās with you
ā has a strange addiction to your collarbones and your hands, always kissing them and getting all riled up pretty easily
ā he gets jealous, but not in an angry way, if he sees someone flirting with you and you allowing it, he wonāt get mad, but he will throw some snarky remarks about it after
ā when away heās always on his phone, constantly texting you
ā would want you to play videogames with him, even if youād never played before, heād be patient to teach you the basics
ā heās pretty competitive guy when it comes to it tho so if you win against him, heād lowkey be bratty about it
ā tries to look like a nonchalant bf on public but heās a completely devoted to you
all rights reserved to sorrowpoetry, do not plagiarize, reproduce or translate my work.
Okay sooooo youāre like my favorite crp fanfic writer and itās my birthday next week..
Do you think you could write X!Virus x Birthday!Reader headcanons? Both Sfw and NSFW??
Thank you!!
Like hiiiiiii OMG I hope this isnāt late, I tried to work expeditiously since itās ur bday
.ā Ėāā§ š² X Virus x Birthday! Reader š² ā§āĖ ā
NSFW below the cut!
ā£ļø I think early on in your relationship, he would not understand the significance of birthdays very well
ā£ļø because of his childhood, and living in an orphanage, I think birthdays would either be totally foreign to him or a sore subject
ā£ļø so I think in order for your birthday to go well, ideally your relationship would start at a time where his birthday would be next before yours and then you show him the way
ā£ļø once Cody understands a birthday, pack it up
ā£ļø he would do the most, but it would go something like this
ā£ļø Cody is super absorbed in his work until he realizes that your birthday is super close
ā£ļø and much like how he works, this makes him enter a frenzy where he stays up for the few days leading up to your birthday working on stuff for you
ā£ļø as such, your gift is presented to you exactly when he finishes it, at 3am on your birthday
ā£ļø youāre half awake, rubbing your eyes āCody whenās the last time you slept?ā
ā£ļø āWhat? Why are you asking me that? Open it.ā Because he canāt contain himself
ā£ļø it would be something deeply personal and made by hand by him (because heās a crafty guy :3)
ā£ļø and of course after he gives it to you, he will shower and finally agree to sleep with you until morning
ā£ļø on the actual day of your birthday trust you are getting extra princess treatment
ā£ļø and speaking of special treatment
NSFW
ā£ļø girl you know iiiiii š«
ā£ļø just knowā¦ heās coming up with a special concoction just for you
ā£ļø which yknow he already does on the regular so for your birthday it has to be special
ā£ļø which is why this time, he made something for both of you to take
ā£ļø because youād been asking him for it, but itās hard for him to give up control
ā£ļø heās usually so precise and meticulous when he fucks you but after he took this with youā¦
ā£ļø god heās fucking feral
ā£ļø fucking you like he canāt get enough of you, but like itās actually driving him crazy
ā£ļø like just the smell of your arousal has him literally drooling and heās eating you out for hours and having you ride his face
ā£ļø he fucks you for hours and hours, just making you come over and over
ā£ļø which is a sharp contrast from the way he usually makes you ask permission to come
ā£ļø itās so much that eventually you feel like you need to tap out, but the drug still hasnāt worn off for him
ā£ļøāWhy are you trying to get away? Iām just treating you extra special today. Get back here.ā
ā£ļø fucks you until his balls are dry and youāre absolutely exhausted
ā£ļø best birthday ever
Happy birthday!!! @rxttenpng āø(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )āøš I hope you enjoyed!!!!
Originally published on AO3, which you can read here if youād prefer :)
Tags: Threesome, Established Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Degradation, Praise, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Hand Jobs, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Consensual Sex, Sexual Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Control, german dirty talk, we are going to Paris motherfuckers
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Summary: Your relationship with Cody was perfect. Aside from one little detail: you absolutely loathed his best friend, Toby. You two were constantly playing tug of war over who got to spend time with Cody, and at this point you were close to ripping him in half. That was until, Cody suggested some activities that might help the three of you all get along.
As always:
āĖā” All canon will be flexible to make way for sexy ā”Ėā
WOO Iām back. Sorry for my absence, I have been ridiculously busy these last few months. (ā„ļ¹ā„)
Anyways this was kind of a trip to write. I usually donāt like writing the reader as a proxy because likeā¦ who am I? Whatās my backstory? Not enough informationā¦ but I did it anyways!
Minimal German this time because I think it kind of made things too confusing.
Love and light to my betas because they make the world go round.
Butterflies filled your stomach as you pattered down the mansion stairs, all the way to the basement.
Your mission had ended quickly, which meant you actually got to spend some time with Cody today. As soon as you got back to the mansion, you showered, did your makeup, and put on a cute little outfit for him. You were wearing his favorite top of yours, a cute little camisole with lace on the edges that really made your boobs look good, something to make your little surprise visit even better.
You could hardly contain your smile as you pushed open the lab doors, seeing Cody at his lab table, deeply invested in whatever he was working on.
He looked up as you came in, pulling up his lab goggles. A little smile crept over his face while he eyed you up.
āWell, youāre back early.ā
You could tell by the slightly giddy tone of his voice that this was a welcome surprise.
You strode over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as you kissed him quickly. āWhat can I say? Iām just that good.ā
He brought a hand to your face, brushing against your cheek as he tucked your hair behind your ear. āHi, angel.ā He said softly.
A smile crept over your face. āHi.ā You answered back shyly. Those butterflies were swarming now.
āI didnāt think I would get to see you today.ā His arm stayed around your waist, pressing you against him. He was clearly very happy to see you.
He looked over at his workbench, and then sighed. āBut, Iāve really got to finish this.ā
āThatās okay. I donāt mind waiting for you.ā You smiled.
āAlright. Iāll make it quick.ā He smiled, rubbing your back a bit.
You looked over to his workbench. He was clearly in the middle of something. āNo, donāt rush for me. I wonāt bug you.ā You said, really meaning it. Everyone knew there were consequences when someone didnāt meet a deadline set by Slenderman.
āReally?ā He asked, looking you up and down. āYouāre already pretty distracting as it is.ā
āI promise. Iāll be good.ā You giggled a little. Luckily, Cody was pretty on top of things. Even with him being in the middle of cultivating a new virus you probably wouldnāt have to wait long. You walked to the other side of the lab, your usual spot, and took a seat.
You had a sketch that needed to be finished anyways. Plus, lucky for you your subject was too busy to notice he was being used as inspiration.
You peered up at Cody, watching his ultra concentrated face as he worked. A smile cracked across your face, and you fought the urge to giggle some more.
Heās cute when heās concentrating.
Your hand sketched away, line after line made by your pencil strokes until the lines formed a face you recognized. You felt so content, it even shocked you. When you first arrived at the mansion, you didnāt think youād ever fall into a sense of normalcy ever again.
While living and āworkingā in the mansion did have its downsides, it wasnāt all too bad once you found Cody. You were pretty cold towards everyone at first. Itās not like anyone here was particularly trustworthy.
It wasnāt until you got assigned to a longer mission that involved X Virus, aka Cody, that you started entertaining the idea of getting close to anyone. You saw your own ice reflected back at you like a mirror and for some reason, that made you trust him. One could say you melted each otherās hearts, if you wanted to be corny about it.
Whatever you wanted to call it, you and Cody had bonded, and youād been like this ever since: Perfect. Or at least as close as you could get to it.
The noise of someone entering the lab caused you to snap up from your sketch.
āOh, youāre here.ā Toby said with an annoyed tone and an eye roll.
Right. That was the only thing you didnāt like about dating Cody.
Trying to keep the peace, you let that one slide. Cody shook his head at the comment, looking up from his work.
āWould it kill you two to get along?ā Cody asked in a sardonic tone, lumping both of you together. Which was undeserved in your opinion.
āWhat? I didnāt even say anything!ā You immediately defended yourself.
āThank god.ā Toby said. āWhy donāt -fuck- you do us a favor and keep that up?ā He laughed cruelly.
āSee? I donāt even do anything to him and he antagonizes me.ā
āOh, please. Like -cough- you didnāt trip me earlier when we were out on the mission.ā
An evil smirk crossed your face remembering the moment. You crossed your arms. āYou tripped by yourself. Not my fault youāre such a bumbling oaf.ā
āBullshit āI tripped by myself.ā You fucking tripped me.ā
āAlright, alright. Enough.ā Cody said, finally looking up from his workbench. āToby, whats up?ā
āWell, I had come in here to ask if you wanted to hang butā¦ā he cast a glance over at you. āSheās here.ā
āI was here first.ā You mumbled under your breath.
Cody rubbed his brow, clearly already at his wits end with you two. He had work to get done and never enough time to do it, especially if he had to keep splitting his free time between you and Toby. āYou know what would be crazy? We could all three hang out.ā
āWhat?ā Toby said like that was the most bizarre thing heād ever heard. Your jaw dropped as well, but you quickly composed yourself.
āWell, I wouldnāt mind.ā You always made it a point to be the bigger person in front of Cody. āBut I guess Toby wonāt say the same.ā
Toby fucking hated it when you played the virtuous one in front of Cody. You were just as petty as he was, but youād put on the angel act whenever Cody was around. There was no way in hell he was gonna let you one up him like that. āYouāre mistaken.ā He grit his teeth saying it. āI actually wouldnāt mind either.ā
Cody could sense the underlying tension but he would take what he could get whenever it came to his best friend and his girlfriend at least tolerating each other. āGreat.ā He said with a tense smile. āThen just give me a few minutes.ā
āAright.ā Toby said, turning to you. āScoot over.ā His tone wasnāt very polite.
You swallowed the scoff and made some room for him. Honestly, the whole idea of all of you hanging out really didnāt thrill you. Toby was totally being a third wheel, the most irksome one possible at that. But it was fine. You could bear it.
This better make Cody super happy.
You smiled a bit, thinking of it that way did make it more bearable. You smiled more seeing how well your sketch was coming together. You kept your pencil moving, needing a distraction from the nuisance sitting next to you.
Until you felt a nudge, causing you to make a harsh line across the sketch. Toby had just elbowed you. You shot him a glare and crossed your arms. The mistake was easily fixable, so you just erased your line and kept going. It certainly wasnāt going to be you that caused a ruckus and made Cody mad.
Not getting the reaction he wanted, Toby nudged you again. Another mistake marred the paper.
āWhat?ā You hissed under your breath, erasing the new mark.
Toby just looked at you like you were crazy, and then rolled his eyes.
Whatever. Iāll just try to ignore him.
A half a second later, you feel another nudge. This one was harder. You made sure to lift your hand before you messed up again.
āSeriously? Are you five?ā You hissed in a whisper.
āSorry, itās -cough- a tic.ā He says with a shit eating grin.
You turned your attention back to your sketch. You were so close to finishing, just a few last details.
āA ticā my assā¦
He nudges you a few more times, getting progressively harder. It was one good elbow to your ribs that got you to break. Your pencil broke in the center of the sketch.
āYouāre doing that on purpose!ā You cried, loud enough for Cody to hear. āYou just fucked up my sketch!ā
āNo, Iām not. Itās a tic. Canāt help it.ā Toby asserted with that same smug grin.
āNo, itās not! Youāre just using that as a fucking excuse to elbow me in the ribs and ruin my shit!ā
āAre you trying -fuck- to say Iām faking my Touretteās?ā Toby said, feigning a highly offended tone, his neck twitched to the side involuntarily.
āIām not saying you fake tics. Iām saying youāre fucking faking that one.ā You were getting increasingly pissed off.
Toby knew he had you right where he wanted you. He just crossed his arms and looked down at you with a smirk. āYou know your -cough- voice gets squeakier -f-fuck- when youāre upset? You sound like a mouse.ā
You could tell Toby was getting riled up pissing you off, his neck was cracking like crazy now. That made your blood boil. āYeah?! Well you sound like a-ā
āOut.ā The sound of Codyās cold tone stopped you in the middle of your sentence.
You slowly turned to face him, along with Toby. Cody had that strained smile on his face.
Yep. You were in trouble.
You gave him a pleading look. āBut-But-ā
āNope.ā His tone was firm. You already knew to give up.
But of course Toby didnāt know any better. āCāmon man. Weāll be quiet.ā
āOut. Both of you. Now.ā Cody pointed to the door. You quickly obeyed, not even grabbing your sketchbook.
As soon as the lab door shut, it was on.
āGreat. Look what you did.ā Toby used that same snarky tone he always did.
āWhat I did? More like what you did. We were just fine before you barged in.ā You shoved your finger at Tobyās chest.
āI didnāt barge in.ā He asserted, sticking his finger at your chest. āYouāre the one whoās always -fuck- sticking your nose where it doesnāt belong.ā He ran his finger up and flicked your nose, like a childhood prank, followed by an ill natured laugh.
You smacked his hand away. āNo. Youāre the one who needs to butt out of our relationship. Take the fucking hint Toby. Youāre a fucking third wheel.ā
His neck cracked, clearing his throat a few times before he answered. āThird wheel?ā He scoffed. āYāknow Iāve been best friends with Cody for forever. Long before you were ever around.ā
You returned the scoff. āOkay, Toby. Sounds like you have a big fat crush on him to me. Donāt tell me the reason youāre always picking a fight with me is because youāre jealous.ā Now you had a smug smirk on your face because you knew that would get him.
Toby turned his head towards you.
Ohhhh, that struck a nerve.
āYeah, right. Iām sooooo gay for him. I guess itās just that unfathomable -cough cough- to you that I just think youāre annoying. -fuck- I still canāt understand why Cody even keeps you around.ā His tone was a lot less playful now, more spiteful. āI guess itās because you wear stuff like that.ā He gestured to your top.
Ohhhhh, no he fucking didnāt.
āWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?ā
Toby shrugged his shoulders, the lazy grin returning. āYou probably wore that hoping heād wanna fuck you.ā
Your face burned, both from rage and embarrassment. He hit the nail on the head and you hated him for it. āEven if I did, so what?! Iām a slut?! Heās my boyfriend. Iām allowed to fuck him. Thatās none of your business either way.ā
āItās just pathetic how desperate you are for his attention.ā Toby laughed, like you were an insignificant little bug to him.
You scoffed, crossing your arms, now feeling a little self conscious about how on display your chest was. āI could say the same to you.ā
āKeep telling yourself-ā
Before Toby could finish his sentence both of you froze as the lab doors opened.
Fuck, weāre in more trouble now!
āCodyā¦!ā You said, startled.
Before either of you could react Cody shoved something in Tobyās mouth.
āBleghā¦ dude what the fuck that tasted terrible.ā Toby spit, but it was too late.
Cody then turned to you and grabbed your chin. āOpen.ā
You already knew the drill, sticking your tongue out. Cody smiled just a bit as he placed a tab on your tongue. It dissolved pretty much instantly.
Toby was still gagging from the taste. āFuck man, what -cough- the fuck was that?ā
āQuit being such a baby it doesnāt even taste that bad.ā You rolled your eyes.
āItās nothing crazy, really. Just something that will make the two of you a bit more agreeable.ā
Toby booed. āLame. It couldāve at least been something that was going to make us trip balls.ā
āAs if. Itās merely a necessity given how you two interact.ā Cody said in a matter of fact tone.
āSoā¦ are we all hanging out now or what?ā You asked Cody a bit expectantly.
āYeah, Iāve got a good idea thatāll keep you two from bickering again.ā
ā
The three of you ended up in the mansionās basement lounge. It had an old sectional couch and a TV, not much but it was comfortable.
Cody suggested the three of you watch a movie. That sounded like a fine suggestion to you. At least you wouldnāt have to hear Tobyās voice or converse with him at all.
At least thatās what you thought.
As it turned out, you guys actually had very similar opinions on the movie you were watching.
āSee and this guy is -fuck- just fucking pathetic. I donāt get why people like him so much.ā Toby said, swinging his arm toward the TV screen.
āThatās what Iāve been saying for years. Heās literally the worst and yet everyone loves him. Thereās nothing cool about having a tantrum because a guy had a better business card than you.ā You scoffed.
Cody had his arm around your waist, holding you tightly with your back against his side so you could lean on him. Toby was across from you on the other corner of the sectional. You were pretty comfortable and Cody seemed pleased that you guys were finally agreeing on something.
Maybe it was the drug, or maybe you just misjudged Toby a bit. I mean you both got along with Cody so, how bad could he truly be? It was almost unbelievable that such a thought was even crossing your mind.
You smiled a bit, feeling pretty content with the situation.
You looked over to see Toby looking at you. It seemed he had taken notice of your content expression. He thinks for a second and then says, āyāknow Iām surprised you two have been dating for as long as you have, given how feisty she is.ā
Of course. He had to open his mouth.
Before you could even think of what to say back to that, you hear Cody laugh.
āHer?ā Cody turns towards you, grabbing your face. āNah, sheās all bark and no bite.ā
Suddenly, Cody grips your throat, pushing you back against the couch. āIt doesnāt take much to get her to submit.ā
Your face flushed, embarrassed that A, he was doing this in front of Toby, and B, it was working.
Cody kissed you roughly, keeping his hand on your throat. You knew he could feel your pulse jumping under his hand, because he chuckled a bit into the kiss before sliding his tongue into your mouth.
The sensation of his touch flooded your body, occupying your mind with the warmth of his mouth on yours, the warmth of his hand on your neck, and the warmth pooling between your legs.
He kissed you until you were breathless, pulling away to let you catch your breath. Your face was a bit flushed and your lips were glossy and swollen from the kiss. Cody looked at you with those darkened eyes you knew all too well.
You turned your eyes to Toby, and you could see that same darkness in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying seeing you dazed and breathless.
Cody grabbed your face again, making you face Toby fully. āSee? Itās easy to get her to obey. If you donāt believe me, you can try yourself.ā
You gasped, turning to Cody. You couldnāt believe he just said that. And yet, the idea didnāt completely repulse you the way it normally would have.
Maybe it was the drugā¦ No, it just had to be.
Next thing you knew, Toby was right next to you. The second you turned your face to him his lips were on yours, his hand coming up to rest on your throat. Your pulse was jumping even more now.
You couldnāt believe this was happening. You were kissing another guy in front of your boyfriend. Even more unbelievable, that guy was Toby.
The kiss with Toby was sloppier than the previous with Cody. Tobyās gash made it easier for things to get messy, but itās not like Toby was keeping it soft and slow either.
You felt Cody pull you tighter to him by the waist, and then his other hand snaked down to your chest. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. āI love it when you wear these slutty little tops. Makes it so easy to justā¦ā He trailed off before reaching his hand into your top and pinching your nipple.
You gasped, breaking the kiss with Toby. Cody kept rolling and pinching your nipple between his fingers, keeping you gasping.
āOh, so thatās why you really wore that.ā Toby said, with a smirk that was less annoying to you now. It had a completely different effect on you in this moment.
Cody started pressing kisses along your neck before sucking on the skin, causing you to let out soft moans and tilt your head back onto him.
Toby took this as his cue to get to work on the other side. He slowly licked all the way up from just above your collarbone to just below your ear. Your whole body shivered, and you heard both of them laugh at you just a little. Now you could see why these two got along so well.
One of Tobyās hands rested on your thigh, the other, stuck to his side. He was practically trembling with excitement but he didnāt know how far he should go. You were Codyās girlfriend after all, and he didnāt want to push boundaries and cause a problem. On the other hand, he was really enjoying seeing you at his mercy.
Cody was still palming your chest, and he slid his other hand down from your waist past your waistband, not hesitating to push straight into your underwear and run his fingers against your wet cunt. You bit your lip to stifle the moan that dared to escape when he rubbed over your swollen aching clit.
āOh, youāre so wet. You love having two guys all over you?ā Cody said next to your ear, loud enough that Toby could definitely hear it.
How could he say something like that in front of Toby? Itās going to give him ideasā¦
āNo I donātā¦ā You weakly refuted.
Cody only chuckled at you, grabbing your face to force you in his direction again. āSee if she starts to act up you just gotta shut her up.ā
Cody kissed you sloppier this time, hungrier. It was the kind of kiss you would get from him whenever he was really worked up. You didnāt realize it before, but maybe it was a fantasy of his to share you with Toby.
Codyās fingers were still rubbing against you, brushing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you buck your hips.
Toby was transfixed with that movement, and he debated for all of about 2 seconds before reaching for your shorts.
You felt the pop of Toby unbuttoning your shorts and your body jolted. This was going a little far now. You tried to pull away from the kiss, but Cody kept hold of your face, turning you back to him and continuing to occupy your mouth.
You felt your shorts sliding all the way down your legs, until you heard them hit the floor, discarded to the side.
On the bright side, at least you had worn your lacy black panties today. They were sexy enough to entertain and they could possibly help conceal how absolutely dripping you were. It was wishful thinking though, because all the stimulation from both of them had you extra sensitive and you were already leaking out of your panties onto your thighs.
Cody pulled you onto his lap, pressing your ass against his hardened cock. You stifled a moan as he pulled the straps of your camisole down the sides of your arms, letting your bare chest spill out of your top. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, but your attention was quickly diverted to the warmth of Tobyās hand pushing into your panties.
You tensed up, looking down at Toby kneeling between your legs. He was biting his lip, and his cheeks were flushed, even more than yours. When he rubbed over your clit, you were gone. You couldnāt contain the moan that resulted from Cody grinding against your ass, playing with your tits, and Toby rubbing your clit all at the same time.
Toby groaned deeply, really a growl almost. That moan of yours was fucking filthy, and you were so slick under his fingers.
Cody bit your ear, making you shiver all the way down. āTake her panties off.ā
āBut-ā
Toby interrupted you with a mocking laugh. āOhhhh, it doesnāt matter what you want.ā He hooked his fingers into your panties and yanked them down, taking note of the long string of slick that connected to your cunt as he pulled them off.
Cody reached down and spread your cunt with two fingers. āLook how messy you are.ā
āThatās not fair. Both of you are touching meā¦ā
āI donāt care that both of us are touching you. Itās fair. Youāre a fucking slut whoās ruined her panties because she wants two cocks at once.ā Cody said before pressing down onto your clit, making your hips buck again.
Toby collected the slick on his fingers, mesmerized by the movement of your hips. He pressed a finger in slowly, enraptured with the way you writhed in response.
āDoes that feel good, slut?ā Cody whispered harshly in your ear.
You only whined, embarrassed to say these sorts of things in front of Toby.
Cody spanked your clit. āYou know youāre supposed to answer me, when I ask you a question. Does. That. Feel. Good. Slut?ā
āYesā¦!ā You choked out a moan. āIt feels so good.ā
Toby took that as a cue to add another finger, picking up the pace while Cody rubbed circles on your clit. Your head fell back in moans, losing focus quickly.
āSo what do you say?ā Cody pulled your attention back to his voice.
āThank you for touching my worthless pussy.ā You whined.
Cody smiled, proud of you. āGood girl.ā He praised before pulling you in for a kiss. You were completely overloaded. There were so many things going on at once: Cody kissing you and rubbing your clit, all while Toby was pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them against that spot that made you see stars.
Just when you thought you couldnāt take any more Toby leaned forward and captured your nipple in his mouth. Your body lurched as much as it possibly could in their combined hold. It felt like your entire body was out of your control, speeding towards an orgasm faster than you could process.
Toby pulled off of your nipple, staying close enough that you could feel his breath on it when he spoke, āyouāre about to come arenāt you?ā
That caught Codyās attention, and he finally released your mouth. āYou better fucking not.ā He said with a cruel grin. His tone indicated that he wasnāt joking.
āIām trying not to itās just-ā
Cody scoffed. āCāmon youāre going to ruin our fun? Donāt act so pathetic. Youāve held it for longer before.ā
For a second, Toby actually felt a little bad for you. He never realized Cody was so strict with you. The feeling disappeared when he looked up, though. Your chest was heaving, your face flushed, and you were drooling on yourself a bit.
When he saw that, he couldnāt help but get harder thinking of what theyād do to you if you came early. He doubled down on his efforts, finger fucking your cunt, making sure to hit the spots that made you squeal the most. He caught your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it at a rhythm that damn near matched his fingers. To top it off, Cody was still rubbing your clit.
āFuck- I canāt- mmā¦ā you stumbled over all your words. āI canāt hold it if heās-ā
āI donāt give a fuck what heās doing. Youāre gonna hold it for me. Arenāt you, angel?ā Codyās tone was firm.
You felt utterly helpless. Your body was restrained at all points between the both of them. You couldnāt even try to move away from the stimulation that was causing all that tension to build up deep in your stomach. At the same time, you couldnāt deny how good this felt. You knew you were gonna come hard, and get an even better punishment afterwards. They were both ravishing you, using your body as they pleased, and just the thought of that made you snap.
āOhhhh, there it is.ā Toby said, slowing his fingers in your cunt, just to feel you clench around him. āCouldnāt help it, could you?ā
You whimpered, your eyes still rolling back.
āAwww, youāre just a useless little slut, arenāt you?ā Cody said with a wolfish grin, still applying that steady pressure to your clit. āYou canāt do anything right, can you?ā
That only heightened your pleasure, still coming in waves. You let out another broken moan. Cody was obsessed with seeing you like this, breaking you down to this point.
āCmon, angel. Why donāt you show Toby you at least know how to use your mouth?ā
You nodded, like you were in a trance. You always got like this with Cody. It was like he put a spell on you, one you never wanted to break.
Moments later you were kneeling on the ground between Tobyās legs. His cock was throbbing, a little bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
You leaned forward, your breath fanning over him before you softly kissed the head, a greeting Cody had taught you to do each and every time you sucked his cock. Then you wrapped your lips around him, feeling the velvety skin of his hardened cock run along your tongue.
Toby groaned, not hesitating to grip you by the hair. You were fucking dangerous like this. Every movement was so meticulous and purposeful, like youād been trained to do this.
You had been of course, and Cody couldnāt be happier watching you employ all the methods he taught you. He could only sit and watch for so long, because his cock was painfully straining against the fabric the longer he watched.
You heard Codyās belt unbuckling, and your cunt ached. You wanted him inside you so bad, but you knew it was too early. Heād never give it to you that easily, especially after you didnāt listen to him.
He sat down next to Toby, already grabbing your hand and guiding it to his thick hardened cock. It was dripping pre-cum even worse than Tobyās was. You felt bad for making him wait.
You pressed your thumb against the tip, smearing the pre-cum before wrapping your hand around him.
āThatās it, slut. You can handle both of us at once right? Since youāre so greedy.ā Cody said, his voice rife with lust.
You hummed in affirmation around Tobyās cock, which was deep down your throat. Toby hissed and tightened his fingers in your hair, earning another moan from you.
He almost couldnāt believe this was actually happening. Normally, he couldnāt stand being around you. You were always running your fucking mouth. Now, finally, you had shut the fuck up. The sound of you gagging around his cock instead of bitching at him was enough to make him want to blow his load right now, but heād be damned if he came this early.
You were working both of them at a steady pace, and their combined noises increasing in volume had you dripping onto the floor. The aching emptiness in your cunt started to transform into something else.
You were watching Codyās cock thrust through your hand while you had Tobyās in your throat, and each movement of your hand was making your cunt tighten. You felt the tension building and building, starting to moan around Tobyās cock.
You couldnāt stop now, feeling the pleasure rise to a boiling point.
Thereās no way Iām about to-
You pulled Tobyās cock out of your mouth and stopped your hand, your whole body shuddering. You were coming, even without being touched directly, your cunt rhythmically clenching around nothing.
Your broken moans and shudders instantly gave you away.
āNo way.ā Toby said, watching you in disbelief.
Cody had his hand over his face, trying to contain some of the excitement. He never imagined it going this well.
Suddenly, you were yanked up onto the couch. Cody pulled you up, your back against his chest. āYou want us to break this worthless little cunt donāt you?ā
Toby had already positioned himself between your legs, pushing your thighs back. You looked down to watch it go in, the pressure of the head of his cock slightly opening you up driving you crazy.
āYou gonna answer him?ā Toby said, making you snap your head up. āCāmon, tell me you want me to use your pathetic little cunt. Iām not doing anything until you beg for it.ā
No way.
You had no problems submitting to Cody. It was this cocky motherfucker that irked you to your core that you had problems with. You knew he wanted it just as bad as you with the way his cock was twitching against your entrance. So just where did he get off trying to make you beg like that?
As if sensing your defiance, Cody got out from behind you, kneeling down beside you on the couch. āYou gotta be nicer to her than that if you want her to do anything you say.ā He turned his attention toward you. āCāmere, baby.ā
Cody grabbed your chin and kissed you, somewhat sweetly but his underlying desire unconcealed. He slid his tongue into your mouth and your head was empty. He pulled away, a line of spit connecting you two at the mouth.
Toby could visibly see the change in your eyes, all that fire gone and replaced with something much more docile. He feels like heās starting to understand it more and more.
He smiled just a bit, rolling his eyes in a playful way. āYou ready?ā
You smiled back, still dazed, and nodded.
Toby finally started to slide into you, slowly, because thatās the only pace he can go.
āFuck, youāre tight.ā Toby breathes out, trying to center himself because he already knew if he wasnāt careful he was going to come way too fast. That was something he absolutely could not let happen. Heād probably never hear the end of it from you if he did.
If you werenāt already reeling off how good it felt to finally be filled up after all their teasing, youād probably be gloating about this, at least mentally. Toby was so aggravating, always running his mouth. It was unbelievably gratifying to have him stilled like this, finally shutting the fuck up, all because your cunt was too much for him to handle.
Toby was still struggling, evident by the fact that he still hadnāt moved yet.
āCāmon, angel. Loosen up for him some?ā Cody coaxed you before reaching down to rub your clit. Your cunt got impossibly tighter, squeezing around Tobyās cock even more, causing both of you to moan. You could hear Toby suck in a breath, and he was clearly having trouble keeping his eyes from rolling back.
Cody snickered a bit. āToo much for you to handle?ā
Toby took a deep breath before answering. āNope.ā But his answer was more directed to you than to Cody, as if he were trying to assert to you that you didnāt have anything to gloat about. He finally regained his grip on your hips, slowly pulling out until just the tip was inside, then pushing back in, all the way to the base.
You felt so good it almost pissed him off. You were so tight around him, it felt like you were sucking him in each time he pulled out. The only thing that was keeping him from coming was reminding himself that it was you.
Eventually, Toby was able to get into a bit of a rhythm. It was different from what you were used to, he didnāt know your body the way Cody did, but it was still exciting in its own right. You could tell Toby was trying to figure you out too. He changed his angle just a bit, until you gasped when he thrust in. Then he hit that spot a few more times to be sure, eliciting more sounds from you.
āThere it is.ā He said, with that same cocky smile that somehow pissed you off less than usual right now.
You were panting and writhing now, and there was a thick sticky sound accompanying each thrust that was now increasing in volume. Toby was breathing heavier too, and that got you even more turned on, surprisingly.
Cody was watching the two of you. āI thought you two would never get along. Honestly, I need a picture of this.ā He pulled out his phone, flipping it open and turning on the camera.
āPleaseā¦ Donātā¦ take a pictureā¦.ā You pled, your voice shaking from the force of each thrust.
āBut youāre making such a perfect slutty face.ā Cody teased, getting the camera closer to you. But then he closed it. āBut if youāre going to whine that pathetically I suppose Iāll listen to your request.ā Cody would always soften for you if you really meant it.
āThank youā¦ā You panted, Toby still hitting that spot that was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
āYou really wanna thank me?ā Cody asked in such an enticing voice that youād really give him anything he wanted.
You nodded.
He grabbed your chin, pressing down on your lower lip with his thumb. āOpen.ā
You opened wide for him, sticking your tongue out too.
āFuck. You look like such a whore.ā He said in a husky voice before pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth. He kept pushing it in slowly, meeting some resistance when you gagged. He gripped the hair at the back of your head, forcing you to take it deeper. āCāmon, all the way. Breathe through your nose.ā
After a second, he was able to push it all the way to the hilt, earning you a groan.
āThatās it. Why arenāt you acting like the well trained slut I know you are? Youāre gonna embarrass me in front of Toby.ā
You were fighting the urge to gag and your eyes were watering so badly that it was running down your face. Fuck it felt good.
You heard Toby curse something in German under his breath. āDu bist so verdammt eng.ā He rubbed your clit hard. āYou tighten up when thereās a cock down your throat, huh? Thatās what makes a stupid slut like you come, isnāt it?ā
You moaned around Codyās cock. A few more deep strokes from Toby and you were convulsing around him.
Toby groaned deeply, fucking you harder. He definitely wasnāt going to last much longer. āThatās it. Take it. Fucking take it.ā
He felt his orgasm building in the base of his cock. He was desperately fighting the urge to just pound into you as deeply as he could and fill you with cum.
āWhere do you want it?ā Toby asked, hurriedly, really to either you or Cody.
Cody just looked down at you, willing to let you make the decision. He pulled his cock out of your mouth so you could speak.
You were panting hard, so overstimulated with how hard he was going right after you came that you could only stutter.
āFuck.ā He cursed, not having time for your babbling. āIām close. Where do you want it?ā
Toby already knew the answer wasnāt going to be inside. The idea of that was just absurd. He wouldnāt dare to try to claim something that wasnāt his. Not that he even wanted to anyways. This entire encounter had proved to him that Cody seemed to possess some mystical talent for taming a girl like you. A mystery that may be unsolvable.
āSwitch me places.ā Cody finally said.
The two shifted, Cody slipping into your cunt easily and Toby desperately shoving himself into your mouth.
A few thrusts in and you were already on the verge of coming again. Cody knew your body so well, instantly seeking out all the spots that would have you milking his cock in seconds. Couple that with how rough Toby was fucking your face and you had no chance of trying to keep yourself from coming hard.
āYou really do like having your throat fucked while your little cunt gets pounded.ā Cody groaned. āYouāre so fucking tight right now.ā
You only got even tighter when Toby pumped his cock deep into your throat for the last few times, keeping your head pressed against him while he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum down your throat. āFuck. Take that cum for me.ā
That coil that was winding itself deep in your stomach snapped again, your cunt clenching hard around your boyfriendās cock.
Cody was cursing under his breath, gripping your hips with bruising force as he slammed his cock into you. āGreedy slut. You want another load already?ā
You moaned around Tobyās still pulsing cock. Codyās voice started to turn into an almost whine, threatening to break. āFuck. Thatās perfect, angel. Such a Perfect. Fucking. Slut.ā His words were punctuated with his last few pumps, before he pressed his cock hard against your cervix. Each pulse of his cock shot his thick sticky cum right into your womb.
The only sound in the room now was all three of you panting, trying to recover from coming so hard.
Both boys pulled out of you, collapsing on the couch on either side of you, your body strewn out between them.
Toby was the first to pose the question. āWhat the fuck was in that shit you gave us?ā
An almost evil grin spread across Codyās face before he answered, āNothing.ā
āWhat?!ā You and Toby cried out in unison.
āThereās no way.ā You insisted.
āYou guys really think I formulated a new drug that quickly?ā
Your jaw hung open in complete disbelief. āI just figured it was something you were already working on.ā
Toby seemed to let the idea settle for a second. āNah, no way, there had to be something in that. Thereās no way I wouldāve gone for it unless I was under the influence of something.ā
This motherfucker. How dare he.
That comment was all it took to reignite the hatred that burned in your soul for this pathetic excuse of a life form that just came down your throat.
āFunny. Thatās an odd thing to say when youāre the one who started it.ā
āI didnāt start it. You were so eager to have both of us on you. Who am I to deny a slut her pleasures?ā
āHa.ā You barked out a laugh. āWell if Iām so undesirable, I guess that makes you an even bigger slut since youāll just give it up for anyone.ā
Toby scoffed. āYou know what? Fuck. You.ā
āYou just did!ā You said, throwing it right back in his face.
Cody sighed and shook his head. So much for that strategy.
Husband!Wanderer who gets furious if anyone else tries to handle your things or cater to you. The moment a shopkeeper offers to help carry your packages or a friend tries to fetch you a glass of water, he immediately steps in, takes the item, and gives the person a razor-sharp glare. "They don't need your help. Mind your own business."
Husband!Wanderer who insists he doesn't want any affection in public, yet his hand constantly finds yours the second you step into a crowd. Heāll latch his fingers tightly around yours with a scoff, muttering, "Don't get lost. I am not spending my afternoon looking for you."
Husband!Wanderer who silently keeps track of every tiny thing you offhandedly mention liking: a specific pastry from a bakery you passed weeks ago, a ribbon in a shop window, a rare tea, and then "accidentally" acquires it. When he drops it in front of you, he flushes slightly, turns his face away, and lies through his teeth: "Someone gave it to me. I have no use for it, so you take it."
Husband!Wanderer who gets absurdly protective when you're sick. He will ban you from leaving the bed, tucking the blankets around you so tightly you can barely move. Heāll sit on the edge of the mattress all day with his arms crossed, glaring at you every time you try to sit up. "If you move so much as an inch, I will personally tie you to that headboard. Drink your soup."
Husband!Wanderer who hates the cold himself, but the moment he notices you shivering, he will yank off his outer layer or pull you straight into his chest under his cloak. When you point out that heās warm, heāll wrap his arms tighter around you and grumble, "Shut up. I'm just using you for body heat."
Husband!Wanderer who secretly loves it when you play with his hair, though he'll die before admitting it out loud. If you start running your fingers through his bangs while relaxing together, heāll sigh deeply, lean his entire head heavily into your lap, and pretend to fall asleep just so you won't stop.
Husband!Wanderer who aggressively defends your terrible habits or minor mistakes to anyone else, even if he rags on you for them at home. If someone gently critiques your cooking or work, heāll cut them off instantly with a cold, condescending sneer: "And who asked for your opinion? They did it better than you ever could, so keep your mouth shut."
Husband!Wanderer who hoards every little note, doodle, or trinket youāve ever given him, keeping them hidden away in a safe, pristine box that he thinks you don't know about. If you ever catch him looking through it, he snaps the lid shut in a panic and accuses you of snooping on "important documents."
Husband!Wanderer who gets petty if you pay more attention to a pet or animal than to him. Heāll stand in the doorway, staring daggers at the cat in your lap until you finally look up, at which point heāll cross his arms, roll his eyes, and snap, "Are you going to sit there petting that useless creature all day, or are you going to pay attention to me?"
Husband!Wanderer who, despite all his sharp edges and loud complaints, will gently rest his head against your shoulder after an exhausting day and just hold your hand in total silence, letting his guard completely down only when it's just the two of you behind closed doors.
[c/w: Using Kunikuzushi as Wanderer's name here, I was already half way when I realised I had also written this in a modern au...]
A yawn left his lips, before propping his chin back onto his palm, sitting idly at the counter. His gaze move towards the huge glass window near the entrance door, raindrops pitter pattering adding to the gentle background music within the cafe.
It was a slow day, not many customers had came in. And the ones that did were only few and easy enough to handle. Perhaps only a few coffee refills every now and then. Adding more pastries when they felt peckish. Patrons were either enjoying some quiet time on their own, or working, or studying even.
Which immediately made Kunikuzushi's gaze return to the inside of the cafe, at a specific table near the back corner where it was quieter when it was a usual day. He can only think it's even more peaceful on days like this.
You were a regular there at the cafe, coming in on most days to grab your usual go-to drink. It's only on some occasions you'd order something else, or something stronger when you're busy studying. Like today.
You had came in just before the rain started, and Kunikuzushi had just started his shift an hour prior. He had already started on your drink before the order even came in. From the amount of books you were carrying, he guessed you were going to have another solo study session. And when your order came in, he had guessed it right.
It had been an hour and a half since then. And he was starting to get sleepy, not only from the cool rain outside but also lack of drinks he had to make. He even had his own cup of coffee next to him to keep him awake. Just as another yawn passed his lips, you had already stood from your seat moving towards the counter. Another drink ordered, and a couple of pastries before you went to the bathroom.
It was about time you took a break, he thought.
Two more hours passed, and the rain still hadn't let up. His boss didn't allow him to scroll on his phone during work hours, but apparently reading a book was fine. So he ended up reading something out of boredom, only stopping when someone came in to shield from the rain or those already there wanted another drink.
It was after he rang up another customer did his eyes catch your seated form once more. Unlike earlier, you seemed to be upset. A frown on your lips, brows furrowed and a hand now tousling your hair in no doubt frustration. Must have been a subject you didn't particularly like.
He gave the cafe a once over, Nahida had just went to the back to check on inventory and there wasn't much to do. A few aimless taps of his finger on the counter before a sigh left his lips, and he finds himself making another drink. Eyes glancing at you every now and then.
~
"I'll be taking these away..."
Your attention immediately shifted from your notes up to the low and quiet voice from your side. The usual barista you see on most days, had pointed towards the empty plates and cups from hours ago.
"O-Oh, of course. Thank you very much..."
You let him take the used plates and cups quietly, only to be confused when he had set down a freshly made hot beverage and a plate of your favourite pastry.
"I didn't order these..."
"It's on the house", he said simply, waving off the confused expression you gave him.
"Oh! Then can you thank your boss for me?"
He gave you a pointed look, for a second he almost seemed offended.
"Nahida went to the back awhile ago", he had scoffed.
You knew he can be a little um...rough...sometimes, but never really to a point customers ever complain about it. His service was always good too, never getting an order wrong and quick to attend to patrons even though he didn't look like it. But you couldn't help but feel he's just a tad bit upset right now.
"You got number four and nine wrong by the way", he had suddenly say before you could utter an apology.
"Huh?"
Your gaze immediately snapped down to your work sheet, reading back the questions. When you look back up, he was already walking towards the back.
"W-Wait...how did you..."
Another scoff, barely turning to look at you before he answered, "Social science students should be ashamed if they don't even know something that simple"
Instead of looking dumbfounded like he had assumed, you seem to perk up at his words. A hopeful look quickly taking over your face, "Um, I know I shouldn't bother you at work...b-but I've been having some trouble with this particular subject..."
Your voice grew quieter with each word. Perhaps you're realizing it was a silly request to ask from someone you barely knew. Sure you came by often, but you two didn't quite talk as often as you do with Nahida...
"So you do know better"
Your shoulders immediately slump at his words. Taking it as a 'no', and dreading having to read through your book again when you still didn't get it the several attempts before.
"My break is in an hour. Think you can survive that long?"
Now he gets the baffled look from you.
"Y-Yes! Absolutely! Thank you so much!"
"Mm, no big deal", he tried to wave it off, about to continue his way to the back.
"I mean it! A-And the coffee and treats too! Sorry I thought it was from Nahida... Um, you're Kunikuzushi right?"
"...Yeah yeah, whatever. I said it wasn't a big deal, so pipe it"
He quickly moved to the kitchen before you could say anything more. And was it just you or did you see his ears turn red just now??
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Bonus;
"Oh my, did you just made a new friend? That's great!"
"Don't even start. And how in the world did you see that? You were at the back this whole time!"
i like the way that people write jeff as an asshole to whoever heās dating ā but they share the same energy right back to him so itās their own weird ass way of loving each other. iāve been rereading a lot of the original creepypasta stories and jeff was really chill before specific bullies of the story decided to fuck w him? so i like the idea of bringing that version of him back when it would just be the two of you alone.
i imagine him being justā¦SO odd about everything in your relationship. Good odd.
youāre laying on your bed in the room you share with him. he finally stumbles into the mansion after a mission, he walks up to the room slowly, and quietly. wondering if youāll hear him. he likes to be quiet before approaching you so you donāt know heās around. i say itās his paranoia. not that youāll be doing anything you shouldnāt be. but thatās how iād assume heād want to approach anyone. or maybe ā¦ you are doing something you shouldnāt be, he can never be too sure, right?
but as the logical part of his brain expected, youāre laying there lying in nothing but your underwear and a baggy tshirt. you seemed to be completely passed out, your laptop opened in front of you with your own electronic hobby on pause. jeff stares at you for a second, taking in your sleepy state. your hair, the parts of your body that show through the shirt your wearing in your sleepy position, your exposed skin, the curve of your hips and ass. his eyes travel down your legs before his eyes dart back up. he wasnāt really sure how long he was staring down at you for. he wasnāt thinking about anything in particular, just, observing you.
he puts any weapons he has on him down on his desk, removing any article of clothing that he deems to be uncomfortable before turning back over to you. you still havenāt moved. he slowly walks over and sits beside your sleeping frame. he lays himself down beside you, though heās a bit irritated now ā he cant see your face. he crawls over you to get a look at your face that he adores more than anything.
he lays comfortably beside you, watching you sleep. now studying every part of your face. the shape of your eyes, cheek, nose, lips. how your hair moves and frames your face. he had never been so vocal about all the details he observes of you. he doesnāt feel like he needs to. but he notices everything. he would be able to tell the difference between the real you and a clone if need be. no questions would need to be asked of him. heād know.
finally, your eyes start to flutter open as your met with jeffs lifeless looking figure, watching you. āmh,ā you mumble, your eyes failing you again as they gently shut. your hand reaches up to hold his arm, a form of you acknowledging that you see and care that heās there. that he got back okay. āwhy are you so tired.ā he asks plainly. āmgh.ā you only mumble again, your hand sliding down his arm slowly. his eyes dart from your hand to your face a few times. āi ran a lot today.ā he says. āi wonder how many miles i can run. cus i have really good stamina. i wasnāt even tired.ā he bragged.
you smiled as you listen to him. ādidā¦ā you finally speak up, his eyes locked onto your closed ones. ādid you get theā¦the thing..ā you werent sure why you were so tired. āi asked for..ā you finish. jeff raised a brow. āoh,ā he hummed. āyeah, itās in the fridge for you. it was like, a pink can. right?ā he asked. you nodded and smiled before your eyes finally managed to open. āhello.ā he says. āhi handsome.ā you say back. āwhy are you so tired.ā he repeated. āyou were gone all day.ā you responded, lifting yourself up now with one arm. āhad nothing to do. all caught up on work. didnāt sleep forā¦two days. i think.ā you explained. āyeah, i know.ā he retorts. āyou canāt do that.ā he flicked your forehead. you scoffed. āshut up.ā
āneed more energy.ā you groaned. āyou didnāt eat.ā jeff said, irritated. ācorrect.ā you lift your head up now, inhaling strong and blowing your eyes wide as an attempt to wake yourself up finally. āi canāt be fucking a stick, go eat something.ā jeff shoves you harshly, causing you to fall back onto your back. as he did that you had his arm on lock, dragging him atop of you. āyeah, how do you think i feel?ā you shoot back. jeff grumbles and leans down to bite your shoulder. āaye!ā you exclaim, slapping his back. āharder.ā he mumbles against your skin. āew, donāt start.ā you gag, shoving him away from you.
āmissed you.ā he says, leaning down to your face. his long hair draped the sides of your cheeks, almost creating privacy between you two. āmissed you too.ā you say softly. āno,ā he begins. āyou were sleeping all day. you didnāt miss shit.ā you make a sarcastic face of acknowledgment. āi dreamt of you.ā you say honestly. āyeah?ā he grins. āoh, stop.ā you roll your eyes as he laughs.
usually youād knock out the drink jeff brought you the moment he came home. instead, your drink waited in the fridge that night until the morning. getting colder and crisper each second.
# a.n: hands, HANds, HANDS!!! *summoning scara/wanderer nation*. we love wandererās hands here. no i didnāt stutter. sfw short fic. gn!reader. contains spoilers for his lore.
# w.c: 1.3k
Wandererās hands really did carry every version of him, like layers of lacquer on an antique doll. Youād know that if he were to find himself close to you, enough to reveal the shape of his soul to you.
Hands originally carved to be a vessel for divine power, left empty in a quiet pavilion when Ei deemed him too soft. Hands that hammered iron in Tatarasuna, held a dying childās cold fingers, and triedāand failedāto keep human fragility from slipping through them. Hands that gripped an Electro Gnosis with absolute, arrogant reverence, wielded the lines of fate, and fought Dottoreās grueling, bloody experiments.
And now? Hands that dip feather quills into black ink, scroll through dry Academia papyrus, cut vegetables for students who get too engrossed in their studies to eat, and wield Anemo Vision with precise, effortless grace.
Puppets donāt generate their own body heat the way living things do. His skin is smooth, unblemished, and perpetually cool to the touch like polished marble or chilled glass. When his fingers accidentally graze a humanās wrist or hand while handing over a book, a scroll, or a bowl of food, thereās that micro-second delay. A subtle, instinctual stalling. His mind registers the pulse, the quick jump of blood beneath skin, the radiant, living warmth. If called out on it, heād snap something sharp about āhuman inefficiencyā or ācarelessness.ā But the truth is, to a creation that was abandoned for being ātoo fragile,ā he is secretly fascinated by how soft, warm, and resilient human life actually is.
He acts like he despises weakness, but when he considers something fragileāa delicate flower in Sumeru, parchment, an exhausted studentāhis gentleness is much clearer. He knows his own strength. He knows he was built to hold divine weight. So when he touches something mortal, his knuckles lock into absolute, hyper-controlled carefulnessāas if heās afraid the mere pressure of his mechanical joints might shatter them.
The first time you noticed the contrast between your skinsāof porcelain and pulse:
The ink on the margin of the thesis was still wet.
āWanderer moved with a quiet, lethal efficiency that belonged on a battlefield, yet here he was, sliding a fresh stack of references across the wooden desk without making a sound. His fingersāslender, immaculate, unblemished by the scars that should have come with four centuries of violence rested on the edge of the paper.
āAs you reached to take the document, your knuckles brushed against his. You didnāt pull away immediately, and neither did he.
His skin was cool, smooth as sea-smoothed glass, lacking the soft give of human flesh. But against his fingers, your skin was a sudden, violent contrastāradiating a steady, quiet heat. Beneath your skin, he could feel the faint, rhythmic thrum of a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. So fast. So fragile.
āFor two beats of that fleeting pulse, Wanderer didnāt move. His thumb twitched, a barely perceptible micro-movement, leaning into the warmth just enough to feel it sink into his artificial joints.
āThen, like a line cut on a kite, he drew his hand back, pulling it into the deep sleeve of his robes. āYouāre distracting yourself,ā he muttered, his voice flat, though his indigo-blue eyes remained locked on the spot where your hands had met. He turned his head away, crossing his arms over his chest to trap the fading heat against his skin.
āFinish the third section before the oil in the lamp burns out. I wonāt rewrite it for you when you make a mess of the conclusion.ā
But that night, youād noticed that touch. Youād noticed that curiosity and longing in his gaze. Maybe thatās why the second time his hands caught your attention, you held on tight.
āof human fragility and mechanical discomfort:
The brass kettle had a faulty latch, something heād noted three days ago and meant to fix, if only the student housing maintenance wasnāt so utterly incompetent. A sudden, violent burst of steam sputtered from the spout, followed by a harsh splash of scalded tea water cascading off the lip of the desk.
āBefore the first drop could hit your skin, he was already there.
āHis movement wasnāt human, it lacked the slight recoil of panic or shock. His hand shot out, palm flat, cutting through the spray like a blade to block the worst of it from splashing over your face and chest. The near-boiling liquid pooled across the back of his knuckles, dripping onto the floorboards in heavy, dark spots.
āCareless,ā Wanderer snapped instantly, his voice sharp, cold, and tight with a sudden, disproportionate tension.
āHe didnāt even look at his own hand. His indigo eyes were pinned entirely on you, scanning your face, your throat, the front of your collarbonesāchecking for red marks, for blisters, for the telltale signs of human pain. āYou sit there staring at parchment until your mind turns to soup. Did any of it hit you? Answer me.ā
āāIām fine,ā you breathed, blinking at the sheer speed of him. There was no hiding how startled you were. āWanderer, Iām fine. It missed me.ā
āOnly when he was entirely satisfied that you werenāt burned did the rigid line of his shoulders drop half an inch. He made a low, irritated sound in his throat and reached for a dry cloth to wipe the desk.
āLook at your hand,ā you said, reaching out to catch his wrist before he could pull away.
āHe froze at the touch. Steam was still rising off his skin. The water had been hot enough to redden a human palm, to cause sharp, agonizing pain. But his hand was... unchanged. Smooth, pale, and entirely unaffected.
āItās fine,ā Wanderer muttered, trying to pull his arm back with a dismissive flick of his wrist. āDonāt be dramatic.ā
āNo, itās not that,ā you said softly, your fingers tightening gently around the cool curve of his wrist. You turned his hand over, tracing the back of his knuckles where the hot tea had pooled. āYour hands... they donāt hold heat. The water was scalding, but youāre still cold.ā
āThe sentence hung in the air, deceptively simple, but it hit the quiet room like glass shattering on stone. Wanderer went dead still. He stared down at where your warm, living fingers were cradling his. To him, the contrast was blinding. You were skin and blood, prone to burning, prone to bruising, carrying a pulse that beat like a trapped bird. And he was a vessel built of synthetic joints and everlasting silver woodāimpervious to the sting of hot tea, but forever barred from generating the warmth you gave off so effortlessly.
āFor a long dangerous second, the sharp comeback died in his throat. He looked at his own handāthe hand that had held a Gnosis, that had drawn blood in the abyss, that had just shielded a mortal from a minor household accidentāand felt the quiet, hollow truth of what he was.
āThey were made not to feel it,ā he said, his voice dropping into a register so quiet, so stripped of his usual venom, that it sounded almost alien. He didnāt pull away this time. Instead, his fingers twitched against your palm, a slow, hesitant curl of his handānot closing into a fist, but resting heavy and quiet in your grasp, absorbing the heat he couldnāt make on his own.
āIt makes no difference,ā he added, turning his face toward the window, though his hand remained stubbornly, silently anchored in yours. āSo stop fussing over it.ā
Wanderer is a weapon made of wood and ancient Khaenriāahn technology, trying to navigate a world made of flesh, blood, and mortality. Yet, when he felt you lean in, brushing his fingers gently against your cheek, and pressing soft kisses to the knucklesāhe thinks maybe he can start loving his puppet-self the way you do.
What happens when the 6th of the Fatui has a nightmare?
Fluff, Scaramouche referred to as Kuni, Scaramouche is mean, tried to be as character accurate as possible ^^;
You awoke to droplets on the back of your neck and arms wrapped uncomfortably tight around your waist. It was quiet, and your shared bed was still. The 6th of the Fatui had always cried with a silent stillness. He didn't shake, shutter, or gasp like you when doing so. He had no lungs to spasm at the uneven breaths. He had no lungs, but to you, he had a heart.
You roll over to face him. "Kuni?" Before you could get a look at his face, he pulled you close and buried it in the slope of your shoulder, not wanting you to see him teary eyed and puffy lipped. More tears dripped there. You lay awkwardly, not sure where to put your arms. It was honestly getting a bit uncomfortable, so you spoke up again. "Is it alright if I rub your back..?" His voice came out nasally yet steady, "It doesn't matter to me." You let out a hum and wrap your arms around him, rubbing your hand up and down his back, stopping at his nape to play with hair there before starting again.
It was quiet, but his crying hadn't ceased. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing that concerns you, really, you should just go back to sleep," there's a bite in his words and tone that you had grown accustomed to. You let out a small sigh, "I'm worried about you, you know?" He scoffs. "How very gracious of you. I never asked for your worry, you know? Honestly, you're so coddling it makes me puke." Before he could continue, you nudged him off your shoulder and kissed his lips. He tilted his head, reciprocating, despite his words. Pulling away, you cup his face and wipe under his eye with your thumb. "Kuni?" He closed his eyes and let out an annoyed huff, "What is it?" "You didn't taste like puke." You knew better than to tease him, earning a light zap. You giggle at the tickling sensation.
You both settle back into your comfortable positions. You opt for playing with his hair, the strands silky and cold. The repetitive movements cause sleepiness to creep back into your eyes and brain. "Are you still awake," you whisper curiously in his ear. "What do you want," he asks, annoyed. "I love you. Goodnight." You don't get a verbal response, but he pulls you closer, a hand moving to cradle your head. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand what he meant.
HI!! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER MADE A FANFIC AND I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT š„¹
I also made all the dividers and edited the photos!! (to overcompensate for the fact that I feel like my writing is mid) Anyways they're free to use with credit! TYSM FOR READING!!(ā ^O^ā )
Ben Lawman (Ben Drowned) x gn reader (slightly fem, i mention lipstick)
notes: wanted to write a quick sweet one that i was thinking about well high. this is getting high with ben
dividers by @vrtualseraph
Youāre draped across the couch, one arm thrown over your head and the other holding out a joint to Ben. Heās sitting on the cushion opposite of you with your legs draped over his lap. He leans over, grabbing the joint out of your outstretched hand.
āYou got your lipstick all over this babe,ā he smiles at the words. His face conveying none of the annoyance that his voice held. He brought the joint to his lips, taking a long slow hit before handing it back to you so he could get back to his game.
You giggle at him, pursing your lips to bring attention to the same lipstick that left the mark on his joint that he loved seeing so much. You loved getting high with Ben, you loved him normally, when his brain was working a mile a minute with all of the information that he was getting. But when he was high, Benās brain slowed down. He kept his focus on one or two things, letting you get your boyfriend all to yourself. Heās like this now, focusing only on the game in front of him and you beside him. Heās lounged back, relaxation coursing through his veins. You take another hit of the joint, sitting up so that you can help Ben take a hit when youāre done. You try not to make him take his hands off his controller, he doesnāt need it to play the game, but he prefers to use it. He likes the feeling of the buttons under his fingers. You hold the joint up to his lips, letting him take the final hit before you lean forward to put it out in the ashtray sitting on your coffee table. You fall back into Ben after, wrapping your arms around his neck.
āWanna go to bed after this one?ā You say it into his neck, tucking yourself into his shoulder. He hums his agreement, slightly shifting his head to plant a kiss on your hair. You knew this round would probably take at least another hour, so you made yourself comfortable. You move your legs so that you can straddle Benās lap, lifting up his arms momentarily so that you can wrap them around yourself. He quickly adjusts to fit into the position youāre in, settling in so that the two of you can relax together
premise. ever since you started dating your boyfriend, wanderer, he's always avoided your questions about his past. you'd vowed to yourself that it may just be something you will never know; however, after being given the option to travel through time and witness his secret for yourself, you can't help but investigate.
notes. time travel is a big thing there, vilko is some random guy i made for the narrative, mentions of wanderers past and his names, sorry if its poorly written memory is v poor, reader and wanderer argue a lot it seems, those kids r annoying, ily mentions, reader calls wanderer silly a few times, lotuses have a lot of power here, minorly proofread, hope you enjoy!!
ever since your akasha was confiscated by one of the forest rangers, it had felt like your life had changed in the span of a few weeks. you always used to say you were a creature of habit; going to commit to your studies at the akademiya was practically all you did, save for the few adventures you managed to the desert now and then. it always had been worth it to see the faces of those children who had never seen a student from sumeru's forest before.
though, there was a big change once sumeru had been reverted to an akasha-less nation. the act of dreaming. you'd always thought dreams were feelings of hope burning in the chest, not stories illustrated by the mind. after all, you had always yearned to dance on a stage like your friend nilou. she'd possessed an overwhelming talent your feet could never muster, yet for that you couldn't complain, because your dreams led you to him.
wanderer. you could never be sure as to why it happened. it was just a shift in the air; you could swear you'd memorised the faces of all in sumeru, and yet when he walked past, it didn't feel natural. like fate had pulled two different strings for you to meet. or, that's how you percieve it when looking back, anyway.
he had been brash and rude, warning you not to linger around his person for too long. like any invested sumeru scholar, you refused to bow to his will. it had taken years for your mind to be able to dream, yet he immediately appeared in every one. at first, his face refused to reveal itself to you, and you seriously couldn't figure out why. each mirage revealed something new: a vahumana darshan scholar, a hater of sweets, and a very close confidant to the dendro archon.
sometimes, you used to think that he was placed in those dreams intentionally. a complicated trail, yes, but one which led you to one of the most interesting person you knew. maybe a silly notion, but one that you'd mull over in your mind, especially in these situations.
he'd only just come home from the akademiya. maybe you shouldn't have pushed him so far. but was your question really so grave? you'd dated for so long, through each new crisis sumeru faced, and you were always left with one question.
"who really were you?" the words settled bitterly in your mouth. they felt even worse in the air, leaving the stinging aftertaste of metal on your tongue. or no, wait; that was your teeth biting down on your lip.
"why do you always ask this? i'm a vahumana scholar."
you sighed. always the same. the nilotpala lotus between your fingers bended to your weight, yellow pigment smudged onto your fingers. "i know that, silly. i mean... before. likeā before then. come on, wanderer, tell me."
maybe you'd pushed him too hard. or he'd had a hard day in the library. whatever the case, it still made him lash out. "i prepared to study at the akademiya. will you stop pushing all these questions?"
"but we're dating. i feel like you could write a book about me, but i barely know anything about you from before we met!" you had stood up at some point between your rant and laboured breathing, approaching him with a newfound confidence. "i swear i won't judge. were you a criminal or something?"
wanderer only scoffed. you'd expected to at least wriggle some ounce of sympathy for his elusiveness, but his footsteps replaced any thought of an apology. your fingers lost their grip on the golden lotus, landing on the floor in a shrivelled pile of bud and petal. in one of the dreams you'd once had, you were surrounded by a crowd of nilotpala flowers. your figure twirled whilst he had watched with a precision you'd yet to see him recreate in real life. deep down, your mind had always debated what percentage of your love for wanderer was dream or reality. maybe you had always been chasing that dream with him; yet, like dancing, there was a very small chance of it becoming true.
in the past, whenever you were upset or distracted, a trip to the desert had always restored the faith in your mind. maybe that was why your carriage had stationed itself in the deep dunes a week later. you hadn't physically told wanderer, but a note passed to sethos was good enough, right?
regardless, you'd found yourself once again sat in the home of an elderly desert dweller, with nine bright-eyed children beaming at your feet. they'd complained of your long time away, the worsening harvest and... the new teacher from natlan. you'd never been to the nation of war yourself, but you hardly imagined them as the aggressive type.
"he's so creepy!" "and he even grins whilst telling us ghost stories..." "he's so tall, too!"
you'd laugh at their concerns if not for the fact they all were nodding in agreement. it was slightly unsettling, considering you hadn't been here since you began dating wanderer, but you shook it off as just kids being kids. they'd get scared of a paper towelā
"talking about me, are we?" a velvety voice crossed your ears, and you couldn't help but let out a slight squeal with the other kids.
the smell of pinewood and incense filled your nostrils before you'd even turned. he had that wise man look which, considering he must've been in his thirties, was slightly abnormal. aside from that, his toothy smile actually seemed all bark no bite.
"no!" "no, mr. vilko!" they'd all scurried off under the excuse of checking on candace by the time he'd sat down. damn kids.
your eyes returned to him. "your name's vilko, did they say?"
the man hummed appreciatively, before looking down at the ring gracing your index finger. "married?"
"what? no!" you sputtered, drawing down your sleeve to cover the piece. you kept the memory well; wanderer had chosen a gold band to glisten in the sun, and a teal stone to replicate the colour that adorned his hat. "it's a promise ring. not like i'll be needing it for much longer."
"oh, no. is it imprudent of me to ask why?"
vilko had looked back at you with an interested look, far more willing to listen than any of the elders would probably be.
"i'll do my best to keep it short." your hand rested on top of the metal on your finger. "before i visited the desert, my partner and i had gotten into another... disagreement, of sorts. thing is, i feel like i've shared all there is to know about me, yet i know nothing about him before he we met."
it felt weird to say aloud, like your admitting there was a fault in the relationship you'd dreamt of for what felt like a lifetime. vilko finally nodded, his finger scratching at the tough stubble under his chin. "that is vexing. have you asked any of his friends?"
what friends does he even have? nahida, yet more of a family figure. you'd heard of albedo and durin whom he met when he parted with you for nod-krai, but was journeying to mondstadt really necessary? would new friends understand his past life more than you?
"i'd say he doesn't get out much."
"ah."
the air was filled with a stifling silence for a short while, save the pensive hums of your new friend. it was nice to share your grievances for once, despite the fact it wouldn't resolve the turmoil you'd face back at home. you shook your head, deciding to take a sip of the tea you'd been offered earlier.
"well, maybe i have a solution."
the liquid nestled somewhere awkward in your throat as you coughed. "what? pfft, vilko, i appreciate the sentiment, but... there isn't really anything to be done, and i can't stay in this cycle forever.
"no, i justā hm. excuse me for this," you were about to protest, but his wrist caught yours, lifting you from the chair like it was second nature. you didn't know what you were expecting, but being dragged to a secluded cottage on the east side of aaru village was not your expectation. if your final moments were destined to be here, there were two people you'd haunt; the kids who left you with him and wanderer, for inspiring this artistic journey to the desert in the first place.
though, you hadn't expected whatever this was. a small, cozy room burrowed under the home. the incense you had smelt on him before was even more pungent here; you'd managed a glimpse of some small vases, each adorned with flowers from natlan. considering it was his hometown, you weren't exactly surprised.
still, your arms raised. "don't kill me. please."
vilko rolled his eyes. "seriously? i take you to a room full of flowers and you think i'm going to hurt you?"
his figure then travelled to the left corner, which allowed you to properly look. despite its homely feel, it actually felt pretty sterile. a small straw bed was placed in the middle, which he then placed a purple pot beside.
"what is that?"
"lie down first. then i talk," he continued to light a small flame under the glass, bursting into a smoke across the room. if he was going to kill you, you were sure he'd do it already. or he was just a madman holding you hostage. regardless, the back of your head met straw quickly.
"this might sound a bit weird, i suppose. i used to live in the masters of the night wind. before i'd left, my mentor had given me this teapot to use. she told me it was to allow people to enter a dream-like state where they could go back into a moment in time. obviously, there's always the chance you won't like what you find, but..."
"is this not better than ending your relationship out of fear of what has already been?"
your gaze drifted to the teapot. the smell of flowers mixed with woody incense flowed through; you could even taste the notes on your lips. maybe this would be the final nail in the coffin; if wanderer discovered what you had done, or if you didn't like what you saw, things would become unmendable. irreparable damage which time would not fix.
still, living in this agonising state of unknowing... it wasn't tolerable. "okay. i'll do the dream thing. thankyou for your offer."
vilko had smiled; though it didn't feel as immature as the previous time you'd seen it. "don't thank me. sweet dreams."
when you properly thought about it, you should've asked more questions. revisiting time with a bowl of glass and incense? how would that even work? could you get back?
"oh my archonsāā you'd jolted with a gasp, expecting a natlanese madman and flowers galore. except... no, he was actually right? you'd felt for your pocket knife just to see the fabric of a kimono. your arm quickly raised; the gold band still remained on your finger, glistening ever so strong.
your feet felt grass and the soft buzz of static. electro. inazuma, then? you could only wonder why as you walked down the dirt path. he'd never mentioned anything about the nation of eternity.
mud from the ground had sullied the edges of your attire at some point, red blisters working their way into your feet. if the time moving tea pot was so smart, surely it could've dropped you off at your destination instead of being so annoying.
though, you had no time to consider that anymore, as the sound of metal bursting against steel rang in your ears. your figure quickly darted behind one of the nearby buildings, before angling to face the swordsmith...
and wanderer, but not wanderer. he didn't possess his teal patterns, or a face which looked like it held the weight of a world. no. if anything, he looked like a naive child experiencing the world for the first time. you could hear the hum of machinery whilst his companion, clearly the more equipped of the two, explained how to refine metals. so wanderer had been a... blacksmith? what was so criminalistic about that?
three hours were spent observing wanderer and his friend. or, rather, you'd learnt people called him kabukimono. he was well appreciated, too. many people visited their shop to buy goods and watch the forging at work. you'd even visited too, technically, even though it was through climbing through a window and hiding in a box.
still, you hadn't expected things to turn so quickly. he had just been sat there at one point; you'd actually wondered why you'd stayed hidden, but some voice in your head begged you to remain. thank archons it did.
"you're not human at all!" you hadn't understood it at first. not till the man had explained, anyway.
a puppet. so your boyfriend, or whoever kabukimono was, wasn't human. it was something you should've realised; he always rested his head on your chest, or let his fingers linger on your wrist, claiming it was to know that you're alive. was it not so he could feel alive, too?
this puppet who ran, ashamed and with hatred in his chest, was not the man who you recognised. not the same person who cooked your breakfast after a long day at the akademiya, or gifted you clothes whilst pretending he didn't know who bought them.
even so, there was an urge to run after him. comfort him. tell him things would work out.
your body had moved to chase him, but the scene of a crying puppet was gone; you were somewhere else. still in the same kimono, but instead stood outside a small house engulfed in flames. wanderer would have probably told you to stay outside and get help. though, if your suspicion was correct, then...
you pushed towards the door, already seeing the puppet stood in the house. your feet moved to the left side of the room; you had been hiding all this time, but could he even see you? probably not.
there lay a body of a young child, strikingly similar to the young man before him. you stared at a forgotten doll on the ground, which also threatened to be engulfed in the flames.
part of you didn't want to see his face. still, your eyes met his saddened ones. in this light, you could faintly see how this puppet was yours. his haircut was the same, shaggily cut like he had no care. if he was never human, he probably wouldn't possess the desire to maintain his outward appearance. or maybe he didn't have to. his lips quivered as his expression darkened, and he turned on his heels.
this time. you'd be sure to catch him. you'd cup his face and tell him he is human, because how could he not be? human isn't about the parts inside, rather the feelings you express. whilst you'd seen far too many variations of his disappointment in this journey, you knew that proved he was just as capable of human emotion as everyone else.
you ran after his figure, about to holler, when your vision blurred. when it corrected, you were yet again in another dreamscape.
how many versions of kabukimono, or wanderer, were there?
your eyes settled on a structure you could only call unholy. a large purple structure had settled itself in... well, this had to be in sumeru. you'd never been involved in fighting before; seeing the traveller pushing blows against your partner made no sense. they were friends: but perhaps time had forged that bond over anything.
truly, you hadn't paid much attention to the combat. your mind was surging with information instead: the balladeer, kunikuzushi, this god-like version of him. in theory, all of these individuals make up the wanderer he is now. it still left you wondering if anyone truly knew about this path he had once crossed. the traveller and nahida were most likely aware; though, you could not imagine anyone else.
the scene before you had ended with 'him' falling from atop the head of his new form, landing into a crash on the floor. you had always imagined his past being full of family tension or a laziness which he regrets. never... this.
silence settled over the old battle ground. you managed to face him with quick speed. once, you had wondered if the past you would find would influence your decision. scorn him, remove him from your life with an icy blade.
but at the end of it all, you didn't see a puppet or someone to be pitied. yes, he had been hurt: but he had also loved, and lost, and transformed into the person he was now.
your mouth opened before your thoughts had time to gather. you hadn't known what name to call him in this dreamscape. he'd been many people, and he wouldn't know the name you called him today. though, you supposed there was one he'd responded to most positively earlier.
you knew it wouldn't work. he wouldn't hear it, because that's the laws of this weird teapot. but still; you couldn't leave before trying.
"kunikuzushi!"
his head raised.
then everything went blurry, or rather normal, considering you woke up to even more incense and vilko staring at you. "agh!" you quickly sat up, looking around the room. flowers. straw bed. your timeline again, at least.
vilko peered at you. "so...? find what you wanted?"
a cold droplet brushed your cheek. had you been crying? whatever the case, you had no time to ponder that now. "vilko, thank you so much, i really have to goā i promise i'll come back when i've sorted everything out!"
your feet had lifted you before he could answer, pacing outside of his small cottage. if you had remained long enough, you would've seen the smirk gracing his face, and the opening of his teapot. he removed the contents, letting the steam release the creases of the nilotpala lotuses stuffed inside.
the journey to sumeru's central city took longer than it should have, or maybe you were just salty that your driver had overcharged you. regardless, you had to find wanderer, though: you had no clue where he'd be at this time of day. the akademiya was an option, and so was the sanctuary of surasthana, but...
"hey, you!"
you turned quickly. "oh, you'reā" in your mind, it would've been an emotional reunion, but your expectations quickly plummetted once he grabbed you by the elbow. "ow, ow, ow! what are you doing?"
wanderer scoffed, finally shoving you inside the door of your shared abode and slamming the door behind him. "you're insane if you think i'm going to be all fine with you just taking off for a week and a half without any word apart from some stupid note!" he yelled. "do you have no consideration for anyone else around you? i thought you'd been kidnapped!"
"i did say i was going to the desert in the letter..."
"yeah, but not for this long! and still, why didn't you just tell me in person? is this because of the argument? because i swear to archons sakeāā
you'd forgotten all about that. so much has happened since then, in just a short span of time. it's like you've watched five hundred years of growth in the span of seven hours.
with a short smile, you shook your head. "nuh-uh, silly. will you indulge me this once?" you huffed, all your energy going into colliding into him. wanderer grumbled, but still caught your body in his.
"jeez, what were they putting you through down there?"
it was more like what you put yourself through, but it wasn't worth mentioning. for now, being here with him was enough. there may be a day when he learns what you did. he could leave you, or love you, but either result would make your choice worth it. because, at least now, you felt like you understood him a little better.
your hand rested on his shoulder, gold ring blooming from the sun in the window. "you know, i do love you."
he paused. stared down at you like you were some foreign animal.
"i don't expect you to say it back. i just thought you should know." you weren't able to erase his pain, or help him get over that feeling of being inhumane. though, maybe being present was enough.
"i love you too," he rolled his eyes once again, deciding to look over you. "but no more trips to the desert where i find out by note, kay? i'll go with you if needed."
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AFAB! Supefan! Reader x Yandere! Idol! Scaramouche
CW: smut, yandere Scara, Scara is called Kuni, modern
Social media drama gives him the perfect excuse he needs to lure you to him all alone.
A/N: my first assigned emoji anon hehehe...
Tbh I'm running out of ways to make my smut interesting, I feel like its all just the same repetetive shit...
Not proofread.
Discovering Kuni has changed your life completely, for better or for worse is arguable.
Youāre one of his top listeners, your walls are covered in posters and photos of him, nothing and no one else ever plays from your speakers.
Every meet-and-greet possible is attended, pictures taken with him are treasured like an heirloom, every concert you fight your way to front row, cheering and singing along.
Never do you question why itās so easy for you to get VIP tickets or why itās basically guaranteed for you to get barricade while others complain about missing out.
So sweet and dedicated, completely oblivious how his arm stays wrapped around your waist just a little longer while posing for the camera together, his smile genuine or how his eyes seem to follow you whenever youāre in his field of view.
And if you do notice his gaze? You get excited for about 30 seconds before telling yourself youāre probably imagining things, fans wrongly think their idols are looking at them all the time after all.
He probably doesnāt pay much attention to your existence anyways, right? To him youāre just another face in the masses, maybe even obnoxious.
How wrong you are.
Youāre unaware he personally makes sure you get your tickets as cheap as dirt, makes sure security gets you to where he can clearly see you, right in front of him and that his own collection of you rivals yours.
From the beginning he has been fixated on you, his very first live show he spotted you in the crowd, more enthusiastic and genuinely happy for his success than anyone else ever has seen.
It stirred emotions in him he swore to never feel again long ago.
Never would he have guessed youād be everywhere, no signing missed, always following along his tours, itās no wonder he gets obsessed.
Every single event has been in your favor, people who were in line right in front of you often getting worse seats than you.
Nobody else matters to him, he only actually cares about your support.
All those other screaming and fawning enthusiasts annoy him to hell and heās not afraid to show it, often snapping at anyone that isnāt you or shooing them away.
None of them know his favorite color, favorite food, movie, genre, drink or even snack.
But you do, he knows that as a fact, he has seen your social media accounts after all, filled with posts about him.
Having such a devoted admirer makes his heart almost flutter, heās addicted to the feelings you bloom in him.
Yet itās frustrating you donāt seem to notice any of his hints, songs are clearly about you but youāre clueless.
Prolonged eye-contact goes right over your head, he could be staring at you unblinking the whole evening from up the stage and you still wouldnāt get it.
Then one day a specific tweet graces his timeline, one he can't just ignore.
"Anyone else sick of @/kunifan being so obviously favored?" A post by some random jealous girl, likely in response to you showing off your perfect tickets again.
His soul almost leaves his body, how dare they call out his blatant bias towards you.
"What are you talking about? :(" An innocent comment from you just below, clearly somewhat upset people would accuse you of something like this when itās out of your control.
Gripping his phone just a little tighter he tries to keep himself together, the urge to respond himself huge, battling with his rational side.
"Don't play stupid. Are you dating someone higher up to always snatch the best deals before they even start selling? Wonder how they feel about your obsession with little Kuni. I almost feel sorry for them."
That's it. The pure audacity to even suggest you're sleeping with someone for these benefits you don't even realize you have, the very thought of you being with anyone but him makes him almost sick.
Anger spreads through his chest, he doesn't want to entertain people like this, they can barely call themselves supporters when they act like this towards each other.
Calling his manager on a whim he tells her to cancel the concert tomorrow, send everyone E-Mails and refunds except you.
Before she can ask he hangs up on her, he has to be sure he's ready for what he's planning.
Standing in front of the supposed show location that following evening you're very confused, not a single person in sight.
After that exchange on twitter you took a little offline break, silencing any notifications.
Checking online you find loads of disappointment about the performance being called off on such short notice, many mad about not even getting an explanation.
Feeling sad you're about to turn around and leave, perhaps the announcement automatically got filtered as spam in your mail?
Typing away on your phone in an attempt at finding out how you missed such crucial info you shriek when a hand lands on your shoulder from behind, stopping you in your tracks.
Spinning around youāre met with your idol standing right in front of you, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath.
Tilting his head he looks you up and down subtly, now that heās not being rushed by staff to move on to the next meet-and-greet guest he has all the time in the world to properly take in your image.
The way your shock is written all over your features, holding the sheet of paper that was supposed to be your entry to the venue loosely.
Absentmindedly he brushes some strands of hair back into place, a silent gust of wind tugged them out of place.
āDidnāt get the news?ā His tone is innocent, sounding even nicer so close instead of just hearing it come from a microphone.
āTechnical problems. No music tonight.ā A smooth lie, you donāt need to know he threw the whole gig away over a few snide comments.
Youāre flustered, embarrassed about the whole situation, you canāt believe youāre the only one who actually came here today.
Twisting a lock of yours between his fingers he hums as if in thought.
āWhy donāt you come in? It would be a shame to just leave when you came all the way here.ā
You feel like youāre going to faint, he doesnāt give you time to turn him down, dragging you by your wrist to the entrance and into the empty building.
No security is present, no technicians or other staff, itās only the two of you.
Moments after you pass the door youāre suddenly pressed against the wall, heās tired of waiting, of pretending in front of everyone that youāre not the one he desperately wants.
Now that he has you here he isn't letting go, you don't even have time to react or wonder what this is about.
Lips meet yours, so incredibly soft but insistent, no more stalling, no more hiding.
Freezing it takes a few seconds for you to register what just happened, that this is reality and not just one of many dreams.
Pulling back he observes you, your cheeks heating up, the way your gaze is dazed, how you don't even push away.
The opposite actually, you tug at him to bring him closer, hoping this isn't just a fantasy you'll snap out of.
"More?" A silly question, like you'd say no when this is all you've ever desired.
Sentences fail you so you just nod, eager to receive any affection he might give you.
Kisses pepper everywhere he can reach, your forehead, jaw, nose, corner of your mouth until he once again lands on your lips, pouring all the passion he bottled up into it, as if he'd suffocate without you.
His body slots against yours, not a single inch allowed between you two.
Without separating from you he hoists you up the cold surface, your legs automatically wrapping around him.
If anyone sees you making out with him Kuni's career is over, not that he cares, you're way more important to him, heād throw away his future in a heartbeat for you.
Devouring you like youāre his last meal on death row his palms rest on your hips, kneading and squeezing, youāre basically putty in his hands and he loves it as much as he loves you.
Quiet sighs and noises leave you, one out of plenty signs heās getting to you, your digits tangling in the back of his hair.
He canāt claim to be unaffected though, especially when when his cock starts to harden from how sweet you sound, how amazing you smell, pocking right against your cunt.
Shifting a bit you grind on it accidentally, sending a shiver through his entire nervous system, teeth clenching to keep himself from whining.
Such a small motion has him unraveling, months of pent up energy bubbling over with no control.
Hips bucking into you like an animal in heat he canāt help himself, hands wandering under your shirt, upward, cupping your chest, enjoying its heaviness, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your bra.
Whimpers escaping you sound better than any melody or music he ever listened to, this is a song heāll never let anyone else hear.
Impatiently he starts removing your bottoms, immediately pulling your panties with them, noting how drenched for him you already are, only pausing to search your expression for any discomfort.
Dick twitching in his pants, painfully erect he loses all composure, his own shorts are gone in a flash, member lined up with your dripping entrance.
Drawing teasing circles around the edge of your hole he takes his time to delight in your restless squirming, savoring every hitch of breath until youāre literally trembling.
Only then does he actually push inside, slow and careful despite every cell of him screaming at him to just hurry up and finally take what he has been wishing for.
But he doesnāt want to hurt you, heās not above violence when it comes to your well-being heāll admit but never would it be directed at you.
Bottoming out all the way he stays still for several long moments, letting you adjust, barely keeping his calm as your arms snake around his neck for support, thighs tightening around him just a little more.
Slowly and gently he removes himself until just the tip remains, holding that position, feeling you clench on it before slamming back in.
Again and again he sets an unhurried pace with that same routine, in, out, pause and repeat, constantly keeping an eye on how youāre doing.
Your moans rise in octave, echoing in the empty halls as you cling to him like a koala, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Bit after bit he speeds up, the head of his member dragging across your inner walls over and over, reaching so deep it has you seeing stars dance across your vision.
His tempo almost knocks the air from your lungs, rutting into you like a feral beast feeding after having food dangled in front of him, out of reach for too long, his only goal is making you cum right on his cock.
And when he feels your pussy clamp down around him he realizes heās closer to the finish line than he might have guessed.
Fingers keep themselves busy, still rolling your sensitive hardened buds between them, his mouth occupied leaving hickeys all over your skin, as visible as possible.
The assault on your senses soon becomes too much, youāre gushing on his dick before you can even as much as warn him, shocks of pleasure buzzing through you.
Riding out your high you bury your face in his shoulder, quivering from the intensity in his grasp, you only half register how he shoots his own release right inside of you.
Minutes pass where you both just catch yourself, content in each otherās embrace until he lifts you properly, carrying you towards the backstage private bathroom.
Youāre officially trapped in his net, marked and weak for him, rumors are sure to spread.
Heāll gladly correct every single one of them personally.
