Back and forth (Wilford Warfstache X reader)

ch. 17 moving!

(Y/N) POV

Wilford and Mark brought me in Wilford's tent. Mark is sitting next to me on the bed, watching Wilford about to clean my cuts and bruises. "Lie down first, my dear" Wilford says.

I nod weakly and carefully lie down on my back. Mark sits next to my feet, looking down at my half naked body, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. Wilford puts some stuff in a small piece of cloth.

I feel my pants being pulled down slightly, making me hiss. "Did he cut you down there too?" Wilford asks softly. A tear rolls down my face as I nod slowly. I see Wilford and Mark look at each other and gulp.

Maybe it's just my mind, but I think I see a slight grin on Wilford's face as he pulls down my pajama shorts and throws them away, 'great, I'm now in my under wear, on a bed with two men' I think as I feel myself getting cold.

Mark stands up, "I-i'll wait outside" He says before wanting to walk away. "N-no" I say, "it's f-fine" I struggle to talk. Mark and Wilford look surprised at me, making me blush, "I-i need a hand to squeeze in" I joke, chuckling a little in pain.

Mark smiles warm at me and sits next to the bed, gently taking my hand. I feel Wilford pulling down my panties a little to reach the cuts down there.

Wilford chuckles deep, "Dark always knows what he's doing" He mumbles to himself. 'Okay, that creeps me out' I think as I look down at Wilford. I feel his soft, warm hands on my skin before he carefully wipes the dry blood off the cuts, making me hiss and wince in pain.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it shall be over soon" Wilford says, not looking away from the cuts on my pantieline.

When Wilford is finally done with the cuts down there, he continues with the cuts on my chest. I wince when the stinging stuff comes in contact with the cut. Wilford groans low, "Please try not to do that" He says, almost moaning.

I look confused at him, "Why not?" I ask. Wilford narrows his eyes as he bits his lip, trying to concentrate, "You know why not, dear" He tells me.

I look at Mark, questioning, but Mark just shrugs his shoulders, not knowing either. Though I think he knows. I think I know. Because Wilford has to look at my boobs and touch them, but he can't do anything else, 'if ya know what I mean'

I squeeze Mark's hand tightly as Wilford cleans the cuts and everything.

small time skip

"Well, everything seems to be honkey dory now" Wilford says before grabbing his stuff and putting the things away. I look at my stomach and see that it helped pretty much.

I smile and lay back down, "Thank you, Wilford" I say softly. Mark gets up, "Well, I should head home now" Mark says. Wilford nods, "Yes, you should, sir" He says blankly.

Mark sighs and looks at me, "Well,....get well soon" He says before walking out. "Bye Mark" I say weakly. Wilford grins at me, "So we're alone once again, m'lady" He says seductively.

I smile, "Yeah, but let's sleep, I'm really tired" I say before yawning. Wilford nods, "Of course, my dear. Get some rest" He says before standing up. "Wait!" I say. WIlford looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"Where are you going?" I ask. Wilford thinks for a moment, "I have to get that fool out of my basement" He says, chuckling a little. I smile and breathe a chuckle, "Okay" I say before getting under the warm blankets.

I turn around and get comfortable. Pretty soon, I fall asleep.

time skip

I wake up to a rooster calling again. I kind of like that sound, not really sure why. I look around, searching for Wilford who isn't here. I stand up, feeling the cuts still sting a little in the progress.