#wanderer

[scaranara707]

i love their bond so muchh. literally like brotherss

That one friend who never takes their own advice 🤡

[chuusmuts]

imagine submissive!pathetic!nerd!clingy!boobies obsessed!scaramouche

smut. afab reader, nipple play, fingering, (a little) dirty talk(?), creampie(??), top!reader, probably. not proofread.

idk how to title this so just imagine. also helo ig.

you had a childhood best friend, scaramouche, who was also your roommate and classmate. besides his good looking face, there's really nothing good about him. he's a nerd, the typical one that wears glasses and likes to read books. what's more, he's very submissive and clingy especially toward you. it was almost he had an obsession and was even more needy to you, laying his head on your chest, groping and kneading them.

for instance, you were supposed to be in class, yet here you were in the school's bathroom stall, sitting on his lap while he's seated on the closed toilet lid. he was clutching onto your breasts tightly, nuzzling into them as he whined and whimpered, refusing to let you go and mumbling about how soft you were. scaramouche pouted and clung tighter to your body, nuzzling into your breasts with a soft whine. "no.. i don't wanna go to stupid class... I just want to stay here with you forever..."

his fingers kneaded and squeezed at the soft mounds as he buried his face between them, inhaling your scent deeply. the nerdy boy seemed so lost in his own little world, completely ignorant of the importance of attending lessons. "mmmm your boobies are so warm and comfy... this is way better than any boring lecture..." scaramouche mumbled between nuzzles, his glasses slightly fogging up from the close contact as he made no move to let you go.

the bathroom was almost empty. it was the perfect place since no one but the two of you go to that bathroom. to other people, he appeared as an innocent boy trying to act all cute around you, but in reality, it's just his way of being possessive. he was so needy and greedy for your attention that he would ditch classes just to be with you, knowing that you'll let him get away with it.

scaramouche's fingers deftly worked open a few buttons of your uniform blouse, exposing your cleavage to his hungry gaze and touch as he whimpered. his pale cheeks were flushed and his breathing heavy as he pant softly against your skin. "but you promised me to go to class today.." taking off his glasses, you wiped off the fog with your sleeve and placed them back on his nose before stroking his hair, stirring up scaramouche to melt into your touch, and purring softly. he nuzzled into your hand like a needy kitten who crave more affection.

the way you pat him and stroke his hair so gently, the way you're being so nice to him even though he's being unreasonable.. they all turned him on so much as precum started leaking on the tip of his dick, dampening his grey pants. he whined loudly, his fingers still clutching at your cleavage as he pant. his face is flushed deep red, eyes glossy with lust behind his glasses.

"b-but I don't care... i just want to be with you..." he mumbled out between breaths, squirming in his seat. scaramouche's other hand moved down to palm at the growing bulge in his pants, letting out a soft moan. "mmmnh... you feel so good, y/n... i can't help myself around you..." his hips buck up slightly, grinding against your core through layer of clothes as his arousal continued to leak out, soaking through the fabric.

"nghh... y- your hands feels nice, don't ever stop..." he said, more to himself, the words came out in a breathy whisper, his voice low and husky with desire. his fingers pinched and tugged at your nipples through your uniform, sending jolts of pleasure through your sensitive body. in his fucked up mind, scaramouche thinks it's perfectly okay to miss classes as long as he gets to be alone with his you. you sighed defeatedly, half because of his behaviour, half because of you, yourself were starting to get aroused.

"scaramouche, scaramouche." you squeezed your eyes shut before calling him out who's still whimpering and moaning against your soft breasts. gently, you cupped his face and brought it up to look at you. there was a visible pout on his flushed face and his hair was all disheveled from all the nuzzling. "how about this? one round." you suggested. "one round, and we go to class together. and after class finished, we do another round?" you held out a pinky finger, trying to make a deal with him. you didn't want to miss another class and received a warning letter from the stupid professor.

scaramouche bit his lip and looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes. he squirmed in your lap, his arousal straining against his pants desperately. as much as he wanted to refuse you and ditch the class just to spend time with you, the deal sounded too good to be real. "o- one round... and then class... and then another after?" he repeated slowly as if trying to wrap his lust-addled mind around the offer. scaramouche's fingers twitched, his grip on your boobies grew tighter, causing you to whine in pain.

without thinking twice, he nodded eagerly, latching onto your outstretched pinky with his own. "okay, deal.." a wide, excited grin spread across his flushed face. "mmmnh... hurry y/n... i need you..." scaramouche whined impatiently, already wiggling his hips against you. his glasses are nearly fogged over again completely and his eyes were filled with desire. he looked utterly debauched already, and you've barely even started. you shifted off of his lap, and scaramouche's hands moved to fumble with the zipper of his pants, desperate to free his throbbing erection. more precum was leaking steadily now, leaving a noticeable big wet spot on the fabric.

meanwhile, you slid down your panties and pulled your skirt until it reached your thighs, enough to expose your glistening pussy. as his leaking erection sprung free from his pants, you unbuttoned your shirt completely and unclasped your bra before hanging them on the door handle. sitting on his lap, you let him bury himself deep inside your fluttering core while he let out a sharp gasp. his hands immediately flew to grip your hips, clinging to you desperately as he started thrusting upwards in earnest. "mmh come here.." you murmured, stroking his nape.

he began moving his hips upwards in unison with your downward thrusts, driving the entirety of his thick member up inside you, every thrust came along with a pathetic whimper as his thick shaft plunging deep into your welcoming cunny. the tight heat enveloping him triggered sparks along his spine. "mmh... that's a good boy.. i got you, darlin'" you praised him as you hugged his head to your breasts once again and scaramouche nearly lost it on the spot. the sight of your bare breasts and the way your tight pussy gripping him tightly was driving him wild, he almost cum on the spot. it was pitiful, he knew, but he didn't care. "haaahh... y-your boobies, your cunt... so damn perfect..." he buried himself between the pillowy mounds, motorboating and nuzzling into them with desperate enthusiasm.

"ahhhnn... nghh, y- y/n... so hot and wet... mmmnh!" the nerdy boy whimpered, panting heavily as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine with each movement. he could barely think straight, lost in the incredible sensation of your fluttering walls gripping him tightly. your hips worked frantically, bucking down, enveloping his thick shaft over and over as lewd squelching noises fill the small bathroom stall, echoing obscenely off the tiled walls. his fingers dig into your soft skin resulting red marks to left behind.

your tight heat milked his cock mercilessly as scaramouche's movements grew erratic, you could feel his cock twitched inside you, his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode at any moment. your breasts quivered and bounced delightfully against his eager mouth, providing an erotic symphony of soft slapping sounds that drove him wild. bringing his head closer to your face, your hand slid up to wrap around his throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make his breathing difficult and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan. "come on, don't cum yet. you don't want this to end early, do you?" you breathed, trying to hold back your moams as a wicked smile formed on your face, licking your lips while you tightened your grip around him.

he loved how you're always gentle with him but switched 360° and became dominant when you're fucking him, it makes him hard it hurts, and every time, he would surrender himself to you completely. but the stimulation was just too intense, your slick pussy milking his throbbing shaft for all its worth. your grinding and the feel of your velvety walls squeezing his aching cock had scaramouche mewling. hand still around his throat, you pulled him in for a rough kiss as you shoved your tongue down his throat and scaramouche moaned desperately into the kiss, his tongue immediately and eagerly tangling with yours. the hand around his throat had him lightheaded, adding to the dizzying pleasure coursing through his veins.

he'd never been able to last long with you, your dominance and the sheer ecstasy of being inside you always pushed him to the brink embarrassingly fast. "haaahh... c-can't... nghh! too good...!" scaramouche babbled incoherently between kisses, his hips still moving erratically as his cock jerked inside your tight heat. his hands roamed all over your body, groping and kneading greedily at your soft curves, fingers pinching and tugging at your erected nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to both of your core. the combined sensations had him seeing stars, his impending orgasm building rapidly at the base of his spine.

"p-please... m-mercy... ahhh... g- gonna... nnngghh..." scaramouche warned breathlessly, struggling to breathe and his face screwed up in concentration. you could feel his cock twitched inside you, clearly fighting to hold back his release. his fingers dug into your soft flesh, fondling and stroking as you sucked greedily at his lower lips while he sucked your top one. in mid of making out, you unfastened his uniform, letting it fall to the floor before brushing your thumbs against his nipples teasingly, causing him to mewl and moan into your mouth.

the sight of scaramouche's eyes listing focus, mouth hanging open, and drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lost himself in the sensations made your flustered, your heart fluttering as your heart beat faster. it made your fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them so deliciously, he shuddered and arched into your touch, a drawn-out moan spilling from his lips. something felt different— the kisses were frantic, desperate than before, your mind became vague. it's intense and intimate as both you and him were completely clouded with lust.

"ahhnghh... y- y/n..." he whimpered desperately as the last of his self-control slipping away, his cock throbbed and pulsed inside your tight heat, the stimulation rapidly pushing him past the point of no return. scaramouche's eyes fluttered open, glazed over with lust and adoration. he gazed up at you, his breath heavy, completely at your mercy. you crashed your mouths together once again, the kiss desperate and hungry.

"want... need... mmnnh... love you..." scaramouche mumbled between sloppy kisses, completely consumed by his intense feelings and the all-encompassing pleasure. he could feel his orgasm surging forward, his balls drawing up tight. with a final, choked cry, scaramouche surrendered himself to the blissful release. his cock erupted deep inside you, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick seed into your fluttering depths. the aftermath got him trembling and writhing under you as he came, his eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy, almost seeing stars. the sensation of his molten essence flooding your insides pushed you closer to the edge as well, your walls clamping down rhythmically to milk him for every last drop as you moaned loudly.

all he could manage to do at the moment was breathed hardly against your neck, with lust and contentment. his sweaty skin pressed against yours and he peppered your neck gently, hoping that you wouldn't go just yet. but his wish went unfilled as you pulled away, your slick walls slipping off his softening member, a flood of your combined fluids gushing out, dripping down onto his thighs and the bathroom floor and he missed you already. "come on, time's up. get ready to go to class." you said, trying to catch your breath while in the process of wearing your bra. scaramouche whined in protest and immediately grabbed a hold of your arm, trying to pull you back, his voice filled with need. "w-wait... don't go... stay a little longer..." he looked up at you with big, pleading eyes, hoping to convince you to extend your intimate encounter.

you stared at him with the same look before bending down and stroking his head using your free hand. "another round after this class, remember?" a small smile spread across your face. "or do you not want that? you did a good job holding this time, i might give you an extra reward later, you know." grabbing his jaw, you pulled him for a quick kiss before continuing to wear your uniform. scaramouche cheeks flushed deeply at the mention of another potential reward, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he nodded eagerly, the promise of more intimate time with you was more than enough motivation for him to be a good boy.

"y- yeah... i'll be a good boy... i want it, i want you..." he agreed shyly and reluctantly, nuzzling into your touch and desperately hoping that the lesson will pass quickly so he could have you all to himself again. scaramouche stood on shaky legs, putting his uniform around his slender, pale torso. he took a moment to adjust his glasses and smooth down his messy hair, trying to compose himself before heading to class with you, already craving your touch once more.

[finsplurtz]

i want to touch puppet scara so bad pls waiter

puppet scara & sex

“I’m not capable of feeling those…. disgusting desires you people get.” Scara, once again, shut down your ideas of wanting to make him feel good.

he was a puppet. and fully convinced he wouldn’t feel any type of pleasure from any kind of sexual act. 

Having fingers shoved up his ass was not how he expected things to turn out. There was a small argument in which you probably won after saying “you’re scared I’ll make you feel heavenly.”

He hates being wrong.

Just to prove to you that he wasn’t easy, here he was on your guys shared bed, legs propped open as he watching you finger him. Sure it stung a little but, it was definitely not the feeling you were striving for.

He’d let out dramatic sighs of boredom as you stretched him out, poking his walls here and there. There were small occasions where he’d flinch when you hit a certain spot, you’d try to keep stimulating it but he’d kick you and say it hurt. 

He had a look of pure disgust looking at your aching cock, dying to be inside him. This was all just to prove a point. “I’ll turn around, that way I don’t have to see your ugly face.” You just shrugged in response as he got in his doggy position. 

Slowly pushing your tip into his tight entrance, he gripped the sheets at the pain of being stretched even more. How could this ever feel good to anyone?? All he’s felt is crazy stinging from being opened like this. You gave him some time to adjust, you were a little more than half way in, maybe you’ll hold off going in all the way for today…

You begin to thrust in and out of the smaller, your bigger hands easily dragging his hips on your cock. The feeling of feeling so full really itched the puppet’s brain. His mouth fell open when your cock hit that certain spot, once again. He rested his head on the pillow in front of him, arching his back some more.

You thrusted quicker and rougher, paying close attention to the guy underneath you who was biting his lip to stifle any noises. His face getting a bit pink the more you stared at him. You brought your hand down to grip his jaw. “Careful, you’ll pierce yourself if you keep biting yourself like that. Don’t be ashamed~” You tease grinning, his eyebrows furrowed, you were really pissing him off. 

“Fucking.. get on with iT—“ He had pushed himself back on you, fulling taking your cock which was nicely presses against his prostate. A pathetic moan left his mouth, his eyes widening. 

“Oh shit- you good?” You check up, too scared to move in or out, staying right there but the tightness was making your cock twitch inside him, driving him all the more insane. 

His arms gave out on him quickly, he didn’t say anything. “…..can I … move…” You ask hesitantly. He only made a humming noise in response, staring at the wall in a daze. You slowly pull out and go back in, this time all the way in. Scara couldn’t help but roll his eyes back, a knot forming in his stomach, you went back to your quick pace noticing no noises being heard underneath you. Was he biting himself again? 

You pulled out and scoffed, flipping him on his back, you paused at the sight of blood dripping out of his mouth, a small amount of tears leaving him. He gave you an annoyed look. You huffed out a laugh before roughly kissing, licking up the blood he drew from himself. You re entered him, grabbing his smaller cock and stroking as you fucked into him. 

He moaned into the kiss like a whore, his sharp teeth biting on your tongue occasionally. Your huge cock kept grinding against it, the pleasure flowing through his whole body, it had his back arching off the bed, hands gripping your hair. You pulled back to see his face, it looked like porn and it turned you on so bad..

“Look at you…. gonna make you go cock drunk.” He whines in annoyance at your dirty talk, you have his eyes rolling back, he’s drooling and moaning without a care in the world. After long enough, he starts to beg for more, beg for your cock to keep drilling inside him. He’s cum so much, the sheets are nasty but he just can’t get enough. Put your big cock to use and stuff his tummy just how this puppet likes it.

[diz-eaze]

cw: yandere, obsessive scara, modern au, cyberstalking, first we silly but then we also serious.

modern au yandere! scara who would rig the youtube algorithm so that your homepage will always contain videos of him. he cyberstalks your watch activity to determine what type of videos you like the most so that he can mold himself based off of it. reaction channels, video essays, youtube streamers, shorts content, hours-long videos - it doesn't matter. as long as your eyes are on him, he can't bring himself to care about the means. it's a bit silly in retrospect but terrifying in execution. he absolutely can't stand the thought of you finding anyone other than himself interesting, it makes him want to throw up the breakfast he had earlier that day. but you ignore his videos without a second glance because, who even is this guy, isn't he from one of your lectures?

modern au yandere! scara will always inevitably throw his phone across the room whenever he comes across a compatibility slideshow post on tiktok. he's fighting his deepest darkest demons to not view the next slide because he doesn't need validation from random attention-hungry strangers from the internet. or at least, that's what he tells himself when he's already on slide 3 out of 11. the results end up telling him he's not compatible with you and it unironically ruins his day, so he goes to the comments to send actual death threats. his account is banned and now he's even more pissed because he has to go through the trouble of creating a new one so that he can continue stalking your reposts and delude himself into thinking it's him on your mind when said reposts are anything inherently romantic. in reality, you barely even know his name.

modern au yandere! scara who has a facebook dump account where he screams into the void about how badly he wants you. it's a private account with no friends, just a place for him to let out his deepest feelings. he also has a normal facebook account where he's mutuals with his blockmates in college, biological mom, adoptive mom, etc. but he can never gather the courage to add you on facebook. you've talked to him through dms before (he screenshotted the conversation, printed it out, hung it on the walls of his room) but never added him, so now he longingly stares at the "add friend" button on your profile all while feeling deep envy for the mutual friends listed. he'll be mutual friends with you one day, he promises to himself.

modern au yandere! scara who creates a linkedin account just so he can view your profile. as nepo baby, he has no need for LinkedIn but heavens be damned if he doesn't put in the minuscule effort of creating an account in exchange of learning even more about you. by extension, he learns the name of the company you're interning at, the name of your boss, your co-workers, your classmates from your college classes, and your dream company - all of which he meticulously files away for future uses.

modern au yandere! scara combs through thousands of online reviews on an online shopping app (amazon, aliexpress, etsy, shopee, ebay, etc.) just so he can find your personal review of the product, (he knows you left behind a review because he overheard you talking to your seatmate about it 30 minutes ago) and subsequently your account in which he can view your wishlists and past reviews. he then proceeds to buy every item on your wishlist which leads to a confused (and terrified) you when a large package arrives at your dorm a week later. of course, he knows where your dorm is located.

modern au yandere! scara who doesn't seek out the online services of tarot readers on tiktok lives or the love spells of etsy witches. rather, he goes out of his way to do his research and locate secluded spots around the city for those who provide irl readings and/or spells (it's more authentic this way! he reasons). he doesn't even avail the compatibility tarot reading nor does he bat an eyelash at the love potions stewed on the ground around him. no, what he's here for are curses. he's been begging any higher being for months now that your roommate will finally move out, but to no avail. which leads him to desperate measures of placing a bad luck curse on your leech of a roommate. he goes home that night with a skip in his step, just waiting for the curse to kick in.

modern au yandere! scara obsessively refreshes the private facebook group page (specifically made for finding roommates in your large university campus!) just waiting for you to post that you're in need of a new roommate. it's a nightly ritual for him at this point. he screams and jumps out of his gaming chair like he scored a national goal when you finally, finally post a roommate listing. he painstakingly waits a minute or two (it's actual torture, but he doesn't want to look too desperate!) before hitting you up in the comments and tries so hard to be nonchalant (he's literally gooning to the thought of breathing the same air as you soon) with a comment of, "hit me up."

modern au yandere! scara who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, obsessively triple checks his luggage and moving boxes (making sure to carefully, gently pack his shrine of your items and anything related to you) before pacing around his room in repeated loops. he's on fire with nerves, he's so jittery but he's also soooo happy! this is literally what he's been dreaming of since he first laid eyes on you during freshman year (a slight lie, his actual dream is to marry you and keep you locked in a mansion - but baby steps!) and now it's becoming a reality! what's next!? will you two be mutuals on twitter?? oomfs? or... a croomf (crush oomf)?

modern au yandere! scara who is so grateful to live in the era of technology.

[dailyfigures]

Fuyusaka Iori ; 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim ☆ Wanderer

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | "Fun in the Rain" Plush Figures

Bilibili Link | Weibo Link

[aaruaalislost]

a menace

[wi-st-i]

[crimsoncandy04]

you either die as "shamelessly sex curious" kabukimono or live long enough to become "hasn't fucked in 84 years" wanderer

I just saw this and I'm laughing so hard rn. You know if he DID fuck at some point though that it was definitely a LONG time ago too. It's probably like 484 years in actuality or something because bro is ancient.

And by the time of irminsul bro's dick was probably drier than the Sumeru desert and Cyno's humor combined.

I personally believe that he could have gotten more action as the kind version of himself before Traveler gave him his memories back though. Like hoyo basically gave us worldly experienced Kabukimono for a bit there before violently snatching him away forever and who wouldn't want to be bred by such a beautiful and kind man? Fuck. I'd be having a little crush on someone like him and would want him so bad.

[frmina]

Bound by the Red Thread.

You should have never caught his eye.

The world had long since forgotten his name, erased from Irminsul’s pages like ink washed away by the rain. He had severed himself from the past, a phantom lingering between what was and what could be. But you—oh, you—were the one tether he had never let go of.

Even before he became the nameless Wanderer, he had known you. You were the one constant in his storm, the lone star in his pitch-black sky. A cruel twist of fate had placed you in his path when he was still him, when his name was whispered with fear—Scaramouche, the Balladeer, the Sixth Harbinger.

And he had loved you in his own terrible, possessive way.

Perhaps you had once been a friend, a confidante. Someone who saw the cracks in his porcelain mask and didn’t flinch. Or perhaps you had simply been unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, ensnared by the threads of fate he so desperately sought to control.

When he carved himself out of history, the world forgot. But he didn’t. Couldn’t.

His love for you festered, unchecked, untainted by time or consequence. You were his last tether to the past—a past he had rewritten, yet still, you remained. A cruel joke, an anomaly he refused to let go of.

So he came for you.

Not as Scaramouche, the cruel and unfeeling puppet. But as something far worse—something untethered, unbound by reason or restraint.

You awoke in an unfamiliar place, silk and shadows weaving a prison you could not escape. The scent of sakura and rain clung to the air, a deceptive lull that masked the reality of your captivity. He was there before you even had the chance to scream, his violet gaze drinking you in like a man starved.

“You don’t remember, do you?” he mused, voice soft as the wind outside, yet carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken things. “No one does. Except me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, fingers tracing the curve of your wrist with something akin to reverence. Like he was touching a dream he was afraid to wake from.

“I erased myself from the world,” he murmured, lips quirking in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “But I never erased you from me.”

His grip tightened—just enough to remind you that you weren’t going anywhere.

“You were mine before you even knew it,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against your pulse, feeling it race beneath his lips. “And you’ll be mine long after you forget there was ever a life before me.”

Fate had given him a second chance.

And this time, he wouldn’t let you slip away.

[alkaliss]

"Puppets Don't Bleed"

[twsted-outro]

THE DAUGHTER WE WON'T RAISE (STILL WAITS FOR YOU). (Scaramouche x female reader)

; written in 2023, lowkey angst, modern au, scara is called kunikuzushi.

; Under the blanket of starry skies, you spill your heart out to Kunikuzushi on your want of becoming a mother one day.

KUNIKUZUSHI LIKES children - he dreams of having one of his own, one day.

He shares this dream with you during a night of stargazing, laying down on a blanket and just laying next to each other - fingers brushing against each other but never intertwined.

His voice is soft, lacking its usual snark and bite, so vulnerable as he utters, "I want to have kids in the future."

He feels you shuffle next to him, but he dares not to tear his eyes away from staring at the stars. From his peripheral vision, he sees you turning to face him, which makes him nervous for some reason.

It makes his palm build up a sweat, lodge up in his throat, and make his heart race.

Your voice is as soft as the cold wind that brushes through his hair. "Me too."

He turns his head to stare at you. You notice, and you turn to stare at him, too. The moment feels so disgustingly vulnerable that under normal circumstances, he'd be ashamed.

You breathe in and out. "I want to have kids because I wanna give the same amount of love my own mom gave me." You're sheepish now, embarrassed to be spilling your dreams to your own roommate - but Kunikuzushi doesn't mind.

He would never mind, not when it's you.

"Sometimes," you nervously wet your lips and you start to absentmindedly toy with your hands. "Sometimes I dream of a version of me in the far future. I dream of myself working in my dream job, having a loving spouse, and a couple of kids, too. Maybe adopted, maybe not."

You reach an arm out to the starry sky, clearly envisioning the future you so desperately want, but knowing it's unattainable at this moment. Kunikuzushi just watches with bated breath. "And on the weekends, my family and I would go travel. I want to help my children pack up their stuff, and kiss them on their forehead when they're done. I want to joke around with my spouse like we're an old married couple. I..."

Kunikuzushi can envision you doing it, too. It's so vivid in his head - the image of you hurriedly packing up necessities and jokingly scolding a couple of kids no older than the age of 9. In his mind, they look like a mix of you and him, maybe your looks are dominant while his personality shines through in them, or vice versa.

In his mind, he can picture the moment being midday, where the sun's rays cast you in delicate daylight - the epitome of perfect. He feels his heart squeeze in adoration, and he can't help but indulge the thought of him being your husband, lovingly leaning into the doorway as he watches you - or him helping alongside you pack for your family trip.

He feels his lips curve up into a soft smile and his eyes well up in adoration as he stares at you. He realizes that he wants that to be true, so badly. After graduation, he wants you and him to move into an apartment along with a dog that you want so badly. And then years down the line, the two of you will have your own house - all settled down.

He realizes too late that you're done talking and he snaps out of his stupor as he asks you to repeat yourself.

"I said," you inch close to him, and all it takes is one more inch for the two of you to touch. "What about you, what are your plans for the future?"

He hesitantly parts his lips, "I... I guess it would be whatever you want."

Confusion sparks in your eyes, "Huh? What I want? Why?"

Something about that moment felt right for Kunikuzushi. You and him under the stars, with only the cold air as a company. At that moment, something just clicks in his brain - he wants to be with you until the end of time. He'd follow you wherever you go, as long as it's the two of you. Young and dumb at the peak of college matters little to Kunikuzushi, not when he believes that you're 'the one' for him.

'The one' that he's been searching for all his life, 'the one' that'll put the romance depicted in his favorite childhood books to shame.

And later on, maybe future Kunikuzushi will curse out the present him. Maybe this will be the cause of his life's downfall, a harbinger of everything wrong. But at that moment, the feelings he's been bottling up for months all come tumbling down in the form of a softly uttered, "I love you."

His words were so quiet that it took you time to process them. And you know that for Kunikuzushi of all people, to shed his layers and bear his vulnerability to you, means that this is important to him.

He's placed his heart in the palm of your hands, and it's up to you how you handle it.

You inch closer to him, and he's painfully aware of how your exposed skin meets in contact with his. He hopes you don't hear the loud thumps of his heart, he hopes you don't notice the amount of sweat that's built up in his palms.

But he so sincerely hopes you see the amount of joy the erupts in his face the moment you said you love him back.

He hopes you see the way that at that moment, Kunikuzushi looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, looks at you like you plucked them out and gave them to him instead. Looks at you like you were the only thing he could see and ever hope to comprehend.

That it's that far from the truth, for him, when he's with you, there's no one else.

During Kunikuzushi's first year at college, he meets the love of his life and confesses under a sea of stars. Maybe his confession could have been more romantic, should've included roses and flowers - but he'll do that some other time. Right now, he just wants to admire the way the moonlight encapsulates your features - it gives you an ethereal glow.

That night, Kunikuzushi promises himself to do everything he can to make you happy. 

At the ripe age of 28, Kunikuzushi is working in a corporate business. He has his own penthouse on the outskirts of Inazuma, and he comes home at around 5 pm. Sometimes, he can't help but wonder how you've been fairing after all these years.

His hands itch to dial your phone number that he's memorized back when the two of you were still in college. He longs to hear what your voice sounds like nowadays - yearns to just be in your company, just like old times.

More often than not, he wishes that his life was back to its college days; a part of his life that he treasures to this day because you were the center of it all. He wishes he was 19 again and lounging around your shared dorm room, feeling the domesticity of it all.

But he knows more than anyone else that it's all just wishful thinking. Because at the end of the day, he'll come home to a house with no one to greet him, and he'd adopt a dog if the notion of it didn't invoke so many painful memories within him; because the thought of dogs alone reminds him of all the times you talked about having one as adults.

Unknowingly or not, you still have his heart in the palm of your delicate hands.

Unknowingly or not, if you were to dial him up any moment and tell him that you miss what the two of you had, he'd agree with no hesitation.

Because at this point, Kunikuzushi's heart has never loved another person after you. It's like you imprinted all of you the moment you said you loved him back; and the imprint can't be erased, forgotten, replaced, or undone.

And he's left to deal with the love for you that he can never quell.

At the end of the day, it's still you and your love that he craves. 

[wanderersboyfriend]

you think i’ll ever get over this image? the answer is no.

[mentalitygone]

Cat naps

Wanderer x gn!reader

Masterlist

Not proof read lol

Summary: After an exhausting day at work, you come home to wind down with your lover.

You open the door of your apartment, exhausted. Your eyes fight to stay open, you make slow and sluggish movements towards your bedroom.

As you open the door, you saw Wanderer, deeply invested into the book he's reading, he looks up from his book.

"Wow, you look rough."

Wanderer says, in his snarky tone. You want to say something back, but the tiredness takes over your body. You crash onto the bed, next to him.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"I'm... not sure"

Wanderer sighs, closing his book and setting it aside on the nightstand.

Have you even eaten or drink some water today?

His lilac eyes stare into yours. You can see concern in eyes, even when his facial expression says something completely different.

No.. I don't think I have.."

You rub your eyes, letting out a big yawn. Wanderer rolls his eyes.

"Of course you haven't."

He muttered under his breath

"Don't you dare fall asleep."

His words confused you at first. You look up at him to see him leaving your shared bedroom. Wanderer pours you a glass of water and some leftover pizza from the fridge. As he returned to the room, he sees you sound asleep.

You've got to be kidding me.

He rubs his temples before setting down the plate of food and water. He lays down next to you, pulling the duvet over the both of you.

Around midnight, he woke up, feeling warm, and something snuggled up against him. He opens his eyes to see, you snuggled up to him like a cat.

He felt a sense of annoyance, but that quickly faded away when he realized. How much he could tease you for this once you woke up.

[douyinvids]

【Shining Nikki x Genshin Impact】

sorry if OOC

by 萌兽程 @ 1359666131