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Stress Relief | L’Manbur x Reader
This is my literal first smut ever, and it took me multiple days to work up the courage to post it lmao
Summary: You once told Wilbur that he was welcome to use you while you were asleep. After a particularly stressful day as president, he decides to take advantage.
Warnings: Somnophilia, rough sex, reader is afab but gender neutral
Word Count: 1.9k
MINORS DNI
It started when you caught him one night. You were asleep, resting your head in your and Wilbur’s new home in L’Manberg. Wilbur truly had tried his best not to wake you, keeping his moans and grunts to a minimum, but his attempts had failed. You caught him at three am, touching himself desperately, head tilted back and eyes closed.
“You know, if you ever need me at night, you can just use me,” you’d said once you were fully awake. He was mortified, at least until you kissed him and made it all better.
After that, there was an agreement between the two of you. Should Wilbur need any late-night stress relief, he was welcome to use you. Being the president of a new and growing nation was one hell of a task, after all, and Wilbur hadn’t even had time to think about sex during the war. Now, he had a bit more time on his hands and a lot of time to make up for. An interesting combination.
He got home late one night after a long and stressful day. The economic state of L’Manberg was…less than ideal, to say the least, and Wilbur had spent all day scribbling down numbers and figures and writing bill proposals. It was exhausting, and the only thing he wanted was your touch.
Unfortunately, he was too late. You were curled up in bed. Not that he could blame you; it was past midnight, and he’d been gone all day. You couldn’t wait around forever.
He remembered the agreement he had with you. He felt dirty, even thinking about doing that, but you had given him explicit consent. Maybe he could use you for this, just once.
He took off his boots and most of his clothing before perching on the edge of the bed. He gazed at you, so peaceful in sleep. He was in nothing but his boxers now, and he slowly stuck a hand down them, teasing his length with his fingers just as you would sometimes do. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was you touching him. He sucked in small breaths, running a thumb over the head of his cock, trying to be quiet so as not to wake you.
It didn’t take long for him to go from slightly firm to fully hard, and then he had to figure out the logistics of how he was going to do this. It was hot in the room, seeing as how it was late summer, and thus you weren’t under heavy blankets. That would make this slightly easier. The light blanket you had pulled over yourself was easy enough for Wilbur to push aside.
Your sleeping figure was oh so tempting, and Wilbur had to do his best to restrain himself. He couldn’t put his hands under your shirt, as that would be an unnecessary touch that could wake you. He focused instead on sliding your pajama pants and underwear down enough that he had access to you.
He couldn’t go in without prepping you at all either, so he very slowly and tentatively pressed two fingers against you, circling your clit. He could hear your breath hitch, and he paused, scared you would wake up. You didn’t, and he kept going. You let out a few soft moans, barely audible, which only made him harder. God, he wanted you awake, wanting you gripping his shoulders and crying out his name while he pounded into you with an intensity that would have made the devil clutch his pearls, but he couldn’t have that. Not now.
He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some out onto his hand. He put some on his fingers, which he proceeded to use to very slowly stretch you out. He was shocked that he hadn’t woken you, but was pleased by it all the same. You deserved sleep.
He rolled on a condom. If you were awake, you would perhaps give an opinion, but considering you were asleep, he felt better being more cautious. He put some lube on his hardened length for good measure, then laid on his side. He rested a hand on your hip before slowly pushing into you, inch by blissful inch until he was all the way inside.
He bit back a moan, face buried in your shoulder, trying to stay quiet. He could hear your breath hitch, hear the soft whimper that left your lips as he buried himself inside of you. It took him a moment to feel comfortable moving at all, but when he did, he did so slowly. His thrusts were gentle and hesitant, as he still wanted you to get as much sleep as you could.
That is, until one accidentally rough jerk of his hips made you moan loud enough that Wilbur was sure he had woken you. Sure enough, he saw you tilt your head to the side to try and look at him. “…Wilbur?” you asked sleepily.
“Shit.” Wilbur slowly pulled out, hearing you gasp as he did so. “Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“When did you get back?” you asked. You rolled over to face him, and his hands went down your body once he realized that you were sliding your pants and underwear completely off.
“Ten-ish minutes ago,” Wilbur replied. “Sorry, I was just…”
“Needy?” you asked. Wilbur nodded, and you got on your back, slowly letting your legs fall apart.
Wilbur looked at you with an unmistakable hunger. “You sure? It’s late. I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.”
“Worth it,” you said. “Come on, you’ve been so busy you’ve hardly touched me the past two weeks. Let out some of that pent-up stress, yeah?”
You didn’t need to tell him twice. Wilbur immediately got between your legs, kissing you hungrily, teeth almost clashing with yours. “How rough can I be?” he asked between desperate kisses.
“Rough as you want,” you replied easily. Wilbur let out a sigh of contentment before kissing you one last time.
“You sure you won’t regret saying that?” Wilbur’s hands gripped the underside of your thighs before gently pressing your legs up against your chest.
“I never do.” He saw your eyes flit to his dick, then his face. “Take the condom off.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Wilbur immediately took it off, discarding it on the floor. He could clean that up later. Right now, he had better things to care about. “Ready for me?”
“More than ready, Mr President.” You had called him ‘Mr President’ in bed once just as a joke to tease him, at least until you’d immediately noticed how much he liked it. Since then, your use of it became more regular. Wilbur could never resist that.
He pressed himself against you before burying himself in you, entering in one quick thrust that left you both gasping. He wasted no time, setting a brutal pace, fucking you as if it were his last day on Earth. “Fucking—Prime, you feel so good,” he panted, hips moving rapidly against yours. What had only minutes before been a silent room became filled with the sounds of gasps, moans, and skin slapping against skin. “Needed you.”
“I’m yours, Wil,” you replied. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, just don’t stop.”
“Won’t.” He could already feel the sweat starting to form on his neck and back, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was fucking into you, the feeling of your soft skin, the way your lips parted as you moaned and whined. His country was beautiful, but it couldn’t hold a torch to you.
He watched as you tried to grasp at him, a plan foiled by your legs getting in the way. Instead, your hands went to the back of your thighs, making sure your legs stayed in place. He continued pounding into you, eyes fixed on your face so he could watch every shift in your expression. “Good?” he asked between thrusts. He was going far rougher than usual, and he wanted to make sure you were still comfortable.
He was met with an eager nod. “Please, Wil, please keep going.” Every plea was music to Wilbur’s ears, and your voice gave him some renewed energy to continue. The bed creaked and groaned underneath you, headboard tapping against the wall. Wilbur was grateful that nobody else lived in the house.
He kept going, spurred onward by your desperate pleas and moans. “Gonna fill you, darling,” Wilbur panted.
“Please! Please, Wil, fuck, I’m close.” He could see some tears gathering in your eyes from the intensity of it all, and he considered it a personal victory.
“I got you,” he said. “Cum for me, love, whenever you’re ready.” He did his best to grind his hips against yours with every thrust, giving you as much friction as possible in order to put you over the edge.
It was a success. You cried out his name in a half-moan, half-sob that rang wonderfully in Wilbur’s ears. Wilbur kept going, pounding into you relentlessly through your orgasm and into overstimulation before he came with a gasp and a shudder. He thrust a few more times to work himself through it before going still.
For a moment, Wilbur simply gasped for air and tried to catch his breath. His lips were parted as he panted, and the kiss you pressed at the corner of his mouth was a welcome feeling. It took him a moment to come back to reality enough to kiss you back.
“I needed that,” Wilbur said finally. “God, you were so fucking good for me. That was perfect.” He certainly felt less stressed after that, still in a post-orgasm haze. “Thank you for this.”
“Thank you,” you replied. “It was a nice way to be woken up.”
“Still sorry I woke you,” Wilbur says. You let go of your thighs, and Wilbur leaned back enough that you could let your legs rest instead of keeping them pressed to your chest. He slowly pulled out, his eyes lingering a bit too long on the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He got out from between your parted legs and rested beside you instead. “Feeling okay?”
“Better than okay,” you said. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You cupped his cheek, and he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm.
“I won’t be sorry, then.” He sighed, letting his eyes close. Sweat clung to strands of his hair, sticking them to his forehead. He felt your gentle touch brushing his hair out of his face. “You’re so good to me,” he murmured.
“You deserve it.” You snuggled up against him, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, earth and salt and sweat. “Now get some sleep. You’ve been working hard.”
“I should clean up first,” he says.
“It can wait until morning,” you reply. “Rest.”
Now that he’d had some much-needed stress relief, he felt like he could. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, nestled against you, the worries of tomorrow far from his mind.
#l’manbur x reader#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x reader smut#wilbur soot smut#minors dni#sinful content#saccharine writes
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Flufftober day 3: cuddles
Wilbur Soot
CC! Wilbur Soot
- Likes cuddles but also kinda picky about them?
- Like he wants to cuddle but is awkward about it
- Prefers to be the one initiating them but doesn’t really mind most of the time
- He’s a very tall guy so like, unless you are also hellishly tall, he’d absolutely just engulf you
- Like arms around you, chin rested on the top of your head, one leg over you?
- I feel like he’d want to occasionally be little spoon cause like the guy needs a break, pamper him please
- Small cute whispers of affection or talking quietly about your day to each other
- Running your hand through his hair and him just absolutely loving it
L’manbur
- Would be so paranoid about asking to cuddle, worried that you’d say no or see him as weak
- Probably just wouldn’t ask, hoping that you would instead
- Reluctantly obliging when you ask even though he wanted it to begin with
- He secretly would want you to hold him and his heart would explode if you did
- I feel like he might get so overwhelmed that he’d cry a little bit, hiding his face in your chest while he tries to calm down
- Poor guys so overwhelmed with everything, he just needs the break, even if he says he doesn’t
- Holding you as close as actually possible
- Maybe making you lay on top of him or with his head on your stomach or chest
Simpbur
- The clingiest cuddles known to mankind
- Wants to hold you as tight as possible
- Like suffocatingly tight if he could but he doesn’t want to hurt you
- Whispering the cutest little things to you
- Wants you to lay on him or wants to lay on you
- Fully just wrapped around you
- Arms and legs included, just desperate to feel you against him
- Pouting, whining and begging you to stay when you say you can’t cuddle anymore
- Literally would pull you back into the bed and lay on you to try to stop you from leaving
Ghostbur
- He’s cold, like really cold and he can’t help it
- You just have to deal with it if you want cuddles from him
- Second easiest of the bursonas to get to cuddle (first is Simpbur obviously)
- Would probably want Friend to join in and pouts when you say no
- Holds you pretty tight, he knows it to and just hopes you don’t mind
- Accidentally gets blue all over you
- Feels bad about it when you get up and he sees that the back of your shirt and your face are covered in blue streaks
- With the face thing, I feel like he’d definitely like to hold your face in his hands
- A little sad when you say that you can’t cuddle anymore but understands that you’ve got things to do
Revivedbur
- It would take a lot of convincing
- Like practically begging to get him to agree
- Smells literally horrid and no way he’d take the trench coat off
- Secretly loves it when you hold him
- Really awkwardly kissing your neck or back, depends how you’re laying
- Unintentionally holding you really tightly because he missed physical contact
- Denies it when you mention it and pouts about it
- Hiding his face in your shoulder
- Being bitchy when you have to stop even though he said he didn’t like it
My other Flufftober stuff:
#simpbur x reader#l’manbur x reader#ghostbur x reader#wilbur soot x reader#revivedbur x reader#dreamsmp x reader#x reader#wilbur x reader#cc!wilbur x reader#flufftober
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hi can i req any bursona x nurse! reader? :D (can be nsfw)
Ofc!!! I’ll do L’Manbur hcs
Sfw
When he gets hurt while training with Techno he’s immediately going to you for help
“Y/n, sweetheart, is it bad?”
“No, Will. It’s just a cut, it’s not that deep. Just let me clean it and put a bandage on it and you’ll be good to go.”
He’s so dramatic so immediately he’s fake crying, saying he’s gonna die, etc.
He always kisses you before he goes back to whatever he was doing before
And ALWAYS make sure to kiss where he got hurt, he loves it!!
If he gets sick he’s so worried and makes sure you’re always with him
“Darling, I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” He asks with a cough.
“No, babe. Just some antibiotics and you’ll be well in a minute.”
He NEVER wants you to leave for work.
“Baby, I’m the president of this beautiful nation, please don’t leave. Stay here, with me.”
And yes, that is his excuse.
Nsfw
Afab reader
MINORS FUCK OFF
(I’ll hunt you down and eat you for dinner)
If you had a bad day at work he’s dragging you to the bedroom
“Sweetheart, forget about what that guy did, I’ll make it better.”
Sweet, sweet sex. Just wants you to feel better about your day.
(ISTG HE HAS A SIR/PRESIDENT KINK)
“P-Please, sir- please let me cum- ah~”
“Go on, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask.” He says as he kisses your forehead
He’s only rough with you when he’s had a bad day and you offer that he can use you as a stress toy.
ONLY PRAISE
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot smut#wilbur x y/n#wilbur mcyt#wilbur smut#william gold#wilbur x reader#wilby#wilburfromlvjy#wilbur#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur dream smp#wilbur x you#qsmp wilbur#wilbur soot x reader smut#wilbur soot arg#wilbur soot comfort#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soots gf
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*scribbs*
Request ideas if you want some :)
Slime Reader x [enter charaicter]
Feral Reader x Wilford >:)
ok ok hear me out for this one
L’ManBur gives me bunny vibes. likes one really mean energetic bunny. x Fox Reader
I couldn't understand that last part m sorry fjsnfjejf. I'm gonna do the Wilford one since he's such a skrunkly <3
WILFORD WITH A FERAL READER
Both of you have fun together
I mean, do you even remember that disco scene?! The two of you were tearing up the dance floor (albeit your moves a bit more wild than his)
Wilford honestly thinks you're the most precious thing in the world
You could litteraly be setting a building on fire and he'd still just muffle a little "awww look at them!" through his mustache
In fact that's actually happened before
As a pair nothing can stop you. Not even that weirdo detective that's been following you
(Y/n) and Wilford against the world >:D
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rules for requests
requests: open
this is a sfw blog. please do not include any nsfw, 18+, and/or mature content in requests.
i write for characters only, and that’s how it will remain until ive stated otherwise.
i am comfortable writing more triggering topics, but they will be tagged under their respective tw.
i will only write platonic content for now, but this may change in the future.
if a character is not on the list, please do not send in a request including them, as there is a reason for why they arent included.
use anon responsibly :]
Characters (all c!)
Awsamdude
Badboyhalo
Dream
DreamXD
Eret
Fundy
Karl J.
Philza
Quackity
Ranboo
Sapnap
Technoblade
Tommyinnit
Tubbo
Wilbur Soot
(l’manbur, vilbur, ghostbur, or revivebur)
Genres
fluff
angst
hurt with comfort
hurt without comfort
x reader
au
Topics (all tagged respectively)
panic attacks
#/tw:panicattack
minor to heavy gore
#/tw:minorgore
#/tw:mildgore
#/tw:heavygore
dysphoria
#/tw:dysphoria
derealization
#/tw:derealization
PTSD
#/tw:ptsd
manipulation
#/tw:manipulation
gaslighting
#/tw:gaslighting
death
#/tw:death
DO NOT REQUEST:
nsfw
discrimination
politics
#cynicalcitruscypherblog#my rules#request#mcyt#dsmp#dream smp#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt x platonic reader#dsmp x platonic reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x y/n#mcyt x you#dsmp x you#dsmp x y/n#c!awesamdude#c!badboyhalo#c!bbh#c!dream#c!eret#c!fundy#c!philza#c!quackity#c!ranboo#c!sapnap#c!george#revivebur#ghostbur#vilbur#l'manbur#dreamxd
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