#the wanderer

[arrgh-whatever]

self-love kisses

[pervertedaydreams]

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kinktober day 10: thigh job & praise

pairing: top/seme male reader x the wanderer 

premise: the wanderer got sick of hearing you whine about your waning sex life

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this was all your fault. 

the wanderer would have never done this had you not been such a whiner. you had been complaining for days on end about how you hadn't hooked up with someone in months. due to the amount of work you always had going on, it was almost impossible to find someone to lie with, much less whom you had a genuine close connection to. thus, to make up for your lack thereof, you spent any free time complaining to him about it, making it his problem to bear as well.

one random day after having finally reached his limit, he snapped at you. in a fit of rage, he spoke before fully thinking his words through and asked if him helping you out would make you shut up. there was nothing he could say to save himself after he said it, so he stayed quiet after the fact, assuming you'd probably just poke fun at his words and endlessly torment him about it.

yet instead, you stayed quiet yourself. keeping your eyes on his, you inched yourself closer to his figure. "you'd really do that for me?" you'd ask, looking touched by the offer he put down. it had completely gone over your head that there was a chance he wasn't being serious, your demeanor suddenly becoming more solemn. the wanderer looked back at you, a look of surprise now planted on his own face. he was slightly hoping you'd drop the serious face and tell him how he fell for a joke or something, but you never did. your gaze stayed firm on him as you awaited an answer, not seeming to find any humor in the topic whatsoever. 

he swallowed hard before opening his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. he stood still with his mouth agape, unable to provide an instant response. why was he having this big of an issue clarifying that what he said wasn't spoken with real intention behind it? as the seconds stretched on, he finally was able to gain some of his voice back and give a weak response to your question. 

"sure," he croaked, the man's previous plans to turn down the suggestion going out the window alongside his sense of reason.

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squelch! squelch! 

the wet sounds you and the wanderer were producing rang through the walls of the room. it had been a week since you and he had the conversation about "helping" you out. he'd insisted on planting some rules before you two did anything, though, not immediately open to the idea of giving you access to his whole body. the shorter male assumed that by implementing orders you had to follow, he'd be able to have some sort of control in the arrangement. 

however, right now he felt the farthest from being in control—regulations and everything included. you and the wanderer were laid down on your bed, with him on top of you with his legs practically glued together. your cock was piercing through the small hole of space in between his thighs, roughly thrusting upwards to create some sort of friction. one of his rules had been that you weren't allowed to penetrate him, so everything the pair of you did stayed mainly surface level or somewhat tame in his eyes since you "didn't go all the way."

this didn't feel like you weren't going all the way, though. with how harshly you grasped the fat of his hips and rutted yourself upwards into his thighs, the sight beheld looked anything but tame. it was very clear that him only giving you permission to fuck the makeup slit in his legs did nothing to deter you from enjoying his body to the best of your ability.

"I'm so happy you brought up this arrangement," you lowly whispered, your voice coming out wobbly as a result of your frantic movements. due to the wanderer being on top of you, his head was near your ear, causing the sudden words you uttered to travel through his sensitive ear and produce a shiver down his body. "I was so lonely without you," you purred into his auditory canal. he swallowed hard at his body's reaction, trying his best to keep the noise on his end to a minimum. the damp sounds of your dick and the fluids coming out of it making contact with his lower half were already humiliating enough for him to hear.

"b-be quiet," he'd stammer out, keeping his reddening face tucked into your chest and away from your view. why were you being so sappy about this whole ordeal? and why did you phrase your words as if it was his doing that you two are in this predicament? you were the one that came whining to him every day about your waning access to sex. he didn't even mean to really get into this situation; it was a mistake in his word phrasing that landed him here. it was all your fault; he swore he didn't want this!

that's what he repeated to himself to feel better. to have someone aside from himself to blame for the completely avoidable circumstances he'd made himself victim to. to have an excuse to hide behind when he felt his dick twitching and the knot in his lower belly growing tighter, knowing full well he actually enjoyed these meetings just as much, if not more, than you. 

in response to his words, you craned your head closer to his, marking a trail of sloppy kisses from his ear to his cheek. he shivered again, the noises he'd tried to keep down this time escaping past his lips through a soft whimper. "I'm just saying, I really appreciate you," you expressed, as you nuzzled your nose into his skin, ignoring his frail attempts to reject the gesture. "you didn't have to do this for me, yet you were so kind to give me your body to aid with my frustrations."

the wanderer let out a deep sigh, using the breathwork to avoid making any other sort of noise. he swallowed hard before nodding, silently acknowledging your words. as he thought to himself, your words replayed in his mind. 

maybe you were wrong. maybe he didn't make a sacrifice by offering you his body. perhaps that day he agreed to your arrangement; he didn't only say yes due to being caught off guard.

maybe he, in fact, did need this as much as you and was more than okay with how things turned out.

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[koyuxim]

doodle; might redraw later ☂️

[charnel-grounds]

Harold Roth, “The Wanderer”

watercolour on paper, 2025

[rene-darling]

CATCHING- feelings for his sneak link!

...At first this was just another way to relax, y'know let out some stress from the akademia..but it seems the cold wanderer has gone soft..gn!reader...credits[kiyoshue] on insta

...the wanderer...

Something isn't right, it doesn't feel right. It's not his first time, you're not taking his virginity or some shit, hell- this isn't even the first time you two fucked. But something about the mood, this fuck session was...off.

Your thrusts were deep and- slow, which- wasn't entirely unusual maybe you're tired? You sometimes go slower when you start- no. Fuck, it was a few hours into your fuck session and the entire time you went so deep!

You went fast when he whined for it you kept at a pace most pleasurable to him. Why? It- it wasn't like he was your boyfriend or some shit. You didn't need to be all sappy and slow, hah, did you lose your touch?

Why're you touching him like- like he's delicate. Soft and- like you- fuck who do you think he is? He's the wanderer he doesn't need to be treated softly, he can handle it. He can fuck. He won't break he can endure it, he- so why does he like it. All soft 'n shit.

"Have y-you gone soft on mhm- me." He finally built up the courage to confront you about your weird..behaviour

Bringing your hand up, you touch his face, his cheek. You didn't slap him even though he flinched as his face tightened in preparation for that. "You're the one, who's gone fkin soft." He's crying. globs of tears flowing down his numb face, fuck. Why's he crying?? You aren't going rough so he has no excuse. Shit. Maybe he has gotten soft on you.

He- he doesn't know what to say- or do- shit. Are you gonna stop? Leave him like this? He's pretty useless if he can't handle you, fuck who would've imagined him, of all people melting into your soft touches crying over some basic decency.

"I- uh mm..hic..I don't-..uh..mm hic-" shit what is he doing? Looking up at you, trying to formulate a sentence as his stream of tears turn into rivers, drool dripping down his lips, as his mouth opens and closes like some damn fish. Looking up at you with his glossed-over eyes, his body seems to pull away from you, trying to curl up into himself.

Since your...arrangement started, there were only two rules, no catching feelings, and- no kissing on the lips, made to protect the first rule. You've wanted to break it many times yet never had the guts to cross that line, yet, here you are. Lips pressed flush against his as he pulls you back into him, closer. This time curling into you rather than himself, arms around your shoulder and back as you break away, shock prevalent in those glazed eyes, and a gling of something else too.

"fuuuck, wanderer. Maybe- hah..maybe I am the one going soft after all."

[itsmespicaa]

HAVE A LIL DURIN (and scarameow :3) TO CELEBRATE HIM COMING HOME 🥳🥹🫶💖💖💕💕💕

(+ bonus doodles with his parental figures and playmates :D)

I HOPE ALL DURIN WANTERS BECOME DURIN HAVERS ASAP!!!

[ventique-genshin]

A new birthday in a new home

(aka I just put in all the people he talked to so far)