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Wanderer x (Gender Neutral) Reader
Warnings: NSFW - MDNI, I guess switch reader/Wanderer as there's definitely switching of dynamics, unhinged reader (as a treat), uhhh reader is uhhh well probably very morally ambiguous and is portrayed as at least somewhat obsessed with Wanderer (but he's into it), also ig semi-public sex??? They aren't caught and no one's around so it feels weird to say that but they ARE outside so ..... a little bit of biting/blood (very minimal) uhh think that's about it
Word Count: 2089
Even though your eyes were closed, you could feel his brain working a mile a minute, his overthinking decaying the sense of peace the sunny afternoon previously fostered. Sighing, you opened your eyes. Being caught staring at you, Wanderer blinked and quickly looked away, face flushing. You reached up, flicking between his eyes.
“Ah!” His hand reached up, grasping at his face as he turned to glare at you. “What was that for?!” His face looked severe, his displeasure apparent as the corners of your lips quirked upwards.
“You’re thinking too loud.” You tucked your arm back across your chest, your eyes closing again as you rested your head across his lap. You heard him sigh, but with no sign of his mood improving, you opened your eyes once more. This time he didn’t bother looking away as your eyes locked onto his. “Is it about your past?”
His gaze faltered, his eyes flickering away, and you knew you were dead on. He couldn’t look you in the eye as he spoke, his voice hushed, all that false bravado stripped away, until he was bare and vulnerable before you. “It feels dishonest if you don’t know who I was.”
“But?”
“But I don’t want you to hate me.”
You sat up, your knees touching his as you clasped his hands within your own. “I already told you, don’t push yourself. Tell me when you’re ready.” You reached out, fingers clasping his chin as you raised it until he was looking at you again. “Whatever your past holds, it doesn’t matter to me.”
He looked at you in disgust, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You say that now.”
“Hm? I mean it though. It’s not like you’ve ever killed anyone that I personally like, nor have you ever harmed anyone I like. So why should I care?”
Wanderer’s face smoothed out, his expression an unreadable mask. “Those are some low requirements.” Your hand dropped, his face finally escaping your grasp, as your hand carelessly fell to his thigh. Your chest shook, your head ducked down so he couldn’t see your face. For a long moment, he felt a strike of terror, thinking he made you cry, until a laugh burst out of you. He scowled once more. “Care to inform me of what’s so funny?”
You took a deep breath, trying to stifle the remaining giggles as you smiled at him. “Yeah, they’re probably low requirements, but I don’t care. I love you, y’know?” A smile remained on your face, but your gaze was sharp. Like a wolf, smiling at the thought of its next hunt. You squeezed his thigh, the pale skin giving way easily, before you moved your hand, grasping both his wrists before shoving him down, into the grass, his wrists high above his head as you invaded his space. Red crept into his face, his shock brief before he glared at you. You didn’t give him the chance to say anything as you kept speaking. “I’d kill for you.”
His glare dropped, his face unreadable again. “Wouldn’t most humans kill to protect the ones they love?” The words must’ve tasted bitter, for his face dropped like the petals from a dying flower.
Your smile sharpened, edge razor sharp as you watched him. “Who said it’d be to protect you?” You paused, giving him a moment’s reprieve to think before you continued. “If you asked me to kill someone for you, I would. Even if it was to just prove to yourself that I’d do it. Even if that person was important. Or had a family. If you asked, I’d end them without a second thought.” You leaned closer, your faces a breadth from touching. “Does that scare you?”
He scoffed. “How could I be scared? You sound like a dog, begging its master for a modicum of praise.”
“Woof.”
He smirked, eyes lidded as he stared up at you, a teasing lilt to his voice as he spoke. “Too bad I’m more of a cat person.”
“Hmm…” You leaned back, eliciting a gasp from him as you sat directly onto his clothed cock. You hadn’t realized it before, but you could feel he was hard. Your smile never wavered as you took one of his hands, the other remaining in your grasp, and you wrapped it around your throat. “But if I’m your dog, you can collar me.” You could feel his cock twitch beneath you. “You like that idea?”
Your hand dropped down, but his remained at your throat, until he finally gave a squeeze. He was oddly gentle, only applying a small amount of pressure to your neck. His eyes remained on your neck, his hand encasing it, until you pushed further into him, grinding yourself into his cock.
He let out a hiss. “Fuck.” His hand, previously at your throat, flew down in a blur. It grasped tightly onto your waist and he gave an aborted thrust upwards. “So pent up you want me to fuck you out here in the open?” His words were teasing, but they were hardly convincing with how red his face was, as barely contained lust shone in his eyes.
“C’mon you know no one comes out here. We can be quick.” You leaned down, until you were close enough that you could feel his breath on your face. You first kissed each cheek, then his nose, then beneath his eyes. You could feel him getting impatient as you kissed the corner of his mouth, before finally relenting and kissing him. His hand grasped at the back of your neck, pressing you as close as possible.
The kisses were rough, frantic, and it didn’t take long for him to bite your lip, before shoving his tongue into your mouth. It felt like he was trying to devour you, tongue sweeping into your mouth with fervor. You could feel heat flood your core, blood rushing fast enough it left you light headed. You knew he felt the same, as you could feel his bulge straining the fabric of his shorts.
You could barely breathe anymore, but he refused to relent, hand keeping you in place and preventing you from pulling away. As his tongue pushed between your lips again, you bit down, hard enough to draw blood. He winced, less out of pain and more out of surprise, but he allowed you to pull away. “What was that for?!” He asked indignantly, his brows furrowed as he stared up at you.
“Couldn’t breathe…” You panted, your lungs failing you as you tried to draw in sufficient air. You laid your head on his chest, licking the blood off your lips. Your hands wandered, and you quickly untied his shorts before pushing them down. You ripped into the rest of his clothing, fabric tearing beneath your fingers, before you wrapped a hand around his cock.
“Give me a warning! A-ah!” His hand flew to his mouth, covering it in an attempt to smother his moans as you pumped his cock.
You shimmied your bottoms down, until you were exposed enough to grind onto him, his cock grinding into your core, his precum sticking to your skin.
He thrust upwards, his tip prodding at your hole. You yelped, your hands fisting into the fabric of his shirt as you balanced yourself. Grasping his cock with one hand, you lined it up before sinking down to the root in one moment. Wanderer gasped, hands digging into your hips as he bucked into you. The stretch burned, but it shot sparks of pleasure up your spine, and you craved more, but you wanted to tease him.
“Beg for more.” You said, clenching on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss at the unexpected tightness.
He frowned, face contorted into a scowl as if he couldn’t believe you’d request that of him. “As if I’d stoop that low.” You pulled his hands off your hips, pushing them up above his head, holding yourself over him as you looked down, your gaze locked onto his. You clenched onto his cock again, grinding down as you teased him. “You think this is enough to have me begging at your feet?” Despite his words, his eyes were hazy, half lidded, lust clouding over his senses as he felt his insides turn to mush as you toyed with him.
With one hand holding his wrists, the other traced downwards, first his face, lightly squeezing his neck, before grazing down his torso. You grasped at the ruined fabric, pulling it up and over his chest. You brought your hand back down, and brushed a finger over a nipple. The reaction was instantaneous, he gave a strangled yelp, his hips bucking up into you, as if he could further sheath his cock in you. You rubbed circles into his nipple, before leaning down to kiss him again.
This time was a little bit slower, as you deliberately slowed the pace down, keeping you both at a simmer as you drove him insane from sensation. You pinched his nipple, and when his mouth opened to let out a strangled moan, you shoved your tongue in. You ran your tongue over his, your sudden fast pace overwhelming him.
One of his hands slipped from your grip, and he brought it to your neck, squeezing slightly before pushing you away. He huffed, his breath unsteady. He refused to meet your eyes as he spoke again. “More.”
“Is that anyway to beg?”
His grip on your throat tightened, the red of his face spreading to his ears and chest as he flushed under your gaze. “Please…more. I can’t take it, just hurry up!” His voice raised and cracked as his bravado melted away. Though, you always found it easy to see through his mask anyways.
“Good boy.” His eyes shot to yours at your praise, and as he was about to protest, you lifted yourself, before letting yourself fall back down into him, his cock filling you again in an instant. He panted, thrusting upwards to match your pace.
You raised yourself upwards, before sinking back down onto his cock. You set a steady pace, pushing yourself up and down his cock, until he grabbed one of your arms and yanked you forwards. Off balance, you crashed into his chest, and he took advantage, pulling your arms behind your back, holding both your wrists with only one hand. He bucked upwards, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. You fell forwards, your face buried in his neck as he fucked into you.
You could feel yourself nearing the end, your core tightening as you felt yourself being pushed further towards the edge. You could tell Wanderer was also near cumming, his cock twitching within you. He just needed one more push.
As you finally were pushed over the edge, cumming on his cock, you dug your teeth into his neck. “F-fuck!” With a strangled yelp, he came, his cum spurting into you as you clenched around him. He filled you an unnatural amount, cum spilling out of you even with him still embedded into you.
The two of you sat like that for a few moments, trying to catch your breath, before you lifted yourself again, allowing his cock to slip out of you. “Y-you’re an idiot. Doing something like this outside of all places.”
“Huh? You didn’t seem to care a few minutes ago.” You said as you fixed your clothing. You definitely didn’t want to walk around with cum leaking from you, but you were going to have to deal with it until the two of you made it back home and you could bathe.
“Hmph.” He tucked himself back into his shorts, pulling down the ruined fabric of his bodysuit until he could tuck it back into his shorts, as if nothing had happened. Even though you both had fixed your clothes, it didn’t help much. His face was still beet red, and his expression practically screamed he’d been ravaged. It was all you could do to wait until you were in the comfort of your own home for another round.
You laid next to him, your head laying on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, the other thrown over his eyes. The two of you rested in the grass together, the cool breeze ruffling your hair as you basked in the affection you were receiving. Ah, but he could give you more if you were in private. You couldn’t wait to get home later.