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sommerregenjuniluft · 24 days

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@jegulus-microfic april 5 - slap - 1233 words - NSFW cw: spanking

for @persimminos & @messymoony & @stagpdf may the virgin!james adventures begin

“Mmn,” James makes, mouth full of cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the way Regulus’ thighs start shaking.

He’s moaning into the pillow his face is shoved into, toes curling.

And James can only agree, another noice rumbling through him when Regulus twitches harshly. It’s just that Regulus tastes so goddamn amazing, and he’s been letting James do this for two consecutive orgasms now so it’s admittedly a little hard for James to keep a straight head with the way his cock is throbbing with neglect and the urge to cum. He licks a straight path from Regulus’ little cock to his entrance going farther even and sucking at the furled skin of his hole too.

“Don’t stop,” Regulus pants, swinging one arm back to grab James by his hair and drag him back down.

Shoving his face right back between slick folds, smushing James’ glasses against his face, nose pressed in there too, no way of getting air and by god James didn’t know but suddenly he wishes he would black out from this.

It’s been glorious upon glorious revelation for James ever since Regulus first initiated more than kissing between the two of them. For example finding out about his basically non-existent refractory period, about how a few well placed words and kisses on James’ pecs and stimulation to his nipples paired with a single finger stroking up and down his cock can make him cum. And apparently that he’d die a happy man if only with Regulus’ cock in his mouth.

He’s digging his fingers so hard into the soft give of Regulus’ thighs that James is pretty sure he will leave bruises. And that’s another thing on the list apparently, now that he thinks of it. Leaving Regulus in shades of purple and red and blue, leaving his mark on Regulus. James makes a mental note to ask him how he feels about hickeys later.

For now James keeps gripping and kneading the flesh, suddenly plagued with the urge to smack his palm flat against Regulus’ ass. God, he wants to hit Regulus. The prospect is exciting yet James recoils a little at how naturally it comes to him, something so animalistic. Yet. Regulus might actually like it…given how he’d explained to James earlier that he relishes in the sting of soreness, in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched to the brim and fucked until he thinks his insides might bruise.

James helplessly groans against Regulus slit.

Soon enough Regulus’ noises grow an edge, back arching impossibly and tugging so hard on James’ roots it stings and then Regulus shudders through yet another orgasm.

Once they’re laying down next to each other, limps loosely entangled and breathing slowly mellowing out, James approaches the subject.

“Um, Reg,” he gnaws on his bottom lip.

Regulus hums in response, eyes closed, face still flushed sexily.

James takes a deep breath, reminding himself that Regulus had reprimanded him to ask about anything he wanted to know or try. “Earlier there, um, I think I wanted to sorta slap your ass.”

Regulus’ eyelashes flutter open prettily, grey eyes fixing James in an instant and making his breath hitch. He purses his mouth a little, regarding James with intense curiosity. His voice is a little husky from too much use when he speaks up, “Wanna try it?”

“Y-yeah,” James nods, finding himself even more eager than usual.

A small grin plays with Regulus’ mouth and James is momentarily enraptured by the tip of a sharp canine digging into his lower lip before Regulus arches one brow.

“Oh, right now?”

“No time like the present,” Regulus purrs, hiking one of his legs higher up and wiggling his bum.

James cock kicks where he’s still hard and heavy against his stomach. He nods, “Mh, right, yes.”

He goes to sit up but Regulus interrupts. “Wait, sit up against the headboard a little.”

James pliantly does as told, scooting up and placing a pillow between his back and the cool wood.

“Mm, perfect,” Regulus murmurs, giving him a quick kiss before he leans over his lap and lets his crotch rest right against James’ thighs, his ass now literally right in front of James’ nose. When James doesn’t do anything for a few moments too long Regulus twists his head in his crossed arms, cheek squishing adorably and cutting James a look that says Today, perhaps?

James swallows, chest fluttering with nerves and spine tingling with…something else. Sometimes he gets the urge to just bite Regulus. Like, very fucking hard. He takes a deep breath. James doesn’t want to overdo it right on the first hit.

He draws his hand up, gaze flitting back to Regulus who holds the eye contact reassuringly and gives him a tiny nod, mischief sparkling in his eyes and smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. It gives James the needed confidence to let his hand come down quickly. There’s little force behind it, it’s almost gentle, like you would swat the fingers of your loved one away from a plate of too hot cookies but it felt good, to feel the pert flesh react under his palm.

James warily glances Regulus’ way again who, bless him, sends James another encouraging nod. “That was totally okay, baby. You can definitely go harder. If that’s what you want.”

It goes straight to James’ cock, twitching where it was resting against Regulus’ hip. “Harder?” he chokes, clearing his throat violently and fingers clenching involuntarily against Regulus’ ass. James already feels delirious with the mere suggestion. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Regulus nods confidently, tilting his neck, shoulder blades rolling enticingly, “I can take it, Jamie.”

James makes a noise he’s not quite sure is human and then sucks in a stuttering breath, lifting his hand again. The next smack is decidedly harder. His palm lands right against the meat of his cheek with a resounding sound, skin immediately warming and when James takes it away he leaves behind a beautiful faintly red spot. James could cry right now.

“Oh, fuck- fuck,” his eyes snap to Regulus, watching this one lick over his lips, parted once more and eyes already lidded again. “Baby. Baby, fuck, can– Please, please can I do this again? I’m– fuck.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathes, nodding slowly, “Like it. More.”

“Oh, god,” James thinks he curses something in Spanish but then he’s already swinging down again, aiming for the same spot and marvelling at the way the pale skin flushes in an instant.

James kind of loses count after the first 5 hits on each cheek. He only knows the way Regulus grows increasingly louder again, breath hitching into gasps and moaning into the crook of his arm, crossing his ankles and arching his back more as James starts drooling pre cum down to add milky white to the mess of red and barely there purple that’s making James’ head spin.

At one point Regulus orders James to stop for a minute as he lifts slowly, groaning, only to reposition and lay down again but this time with James’ cock trapped between his thighs, right against his wet entrance.

Now, whenever James’ hits land, he feels Regulus clench around him. Feels him twitch and squirm around his cock restlessly until James cums with a stuttering groan and a breathless laugh all over Regulus’ marvellously mottled skin.

#jirgin #virgin!james #james exploring kinks my beloved<3 #special mentions to ino and also mar and cass because they are so co-parents to this baby #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #james potter x regulus black #sunseeker #trans regulus #regulus black x james potter #regulus black #james potter #lune’s tiny fic

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holographic-mars · 2 months

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Jazz that was supposed to be a redraw but I didn’t like it so it’s just jazz

#jazz my beloved #grrgh #if you scroll far enough I think you can find what I was trying to redraw #sigh #mars doodles #maccadam #transformers #maccadams #idw transformers #transformers fanart #jazz #tf jazz

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caemidraws · 10 months

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#aesthetic #fashion #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ocs #my beloved son #as in mars adopted one more party member #or i am deciding he's going to #the lil ooze is named lelooze and is also a beloved child #anyway this was a comm for a friend ddkfgjd thank u again

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godsfaultycreations · 9 months

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the Bamboozle AU turtles and their character designs

each character has a certain sweet food that inspires their looks and outfits with Raph being a candy apple, Donnie being devil's food cake, Leo being a rainbow swirl lollipop, and Mikey being pop rocks

#bamboozle au #bamboozle au character designs #rottmnt bamboozle au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #small art blog #mars arting #cam helping out #gods faulty creations #Leo the walking pride flag #Mikey being chaos #Donnie being Donnie I guess #Raph my beloved

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jjohhuii · 7 months

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THEY DID THIS FOR ME

#CLASS 2B MY FAVORITE CREATURES EVER #sorry i saw the leaks and something happened #i am so excited im running in circles around my room #project sekai #pjsk #proseka #akiyama mizuki #mizuki akiyama #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #mizutoya #MIZUTOYA MY BELOVEDS #mars draws

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holomars-turtles · 1 year

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Old traumatized men for the soul

#when I draw sainw Leo he’s blind I just love that hc very much #sainw Leo my beloved……#tmnt 2003 #2k3 tmnt #sainw tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt Leo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt fanart #same as it never was #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mars art

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thatsnotbuddies · 14 days

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separate yourselves for two seconds challenge

bonus:

i will find u in every universe, even in cartoon form. or whatever.

#hanny pls ur man isn't going anywhere #sorry u have to squint for that last one. guy who hugs 9 at the end is hanny #my cable thing finally got reconnected to espn dot com we are back in business #ok bye #i love making something for my beloved hockeyblr moots posting it and then going to bed #jack eichel #noah hanifin #vgk #jackhanny #jack/hanny #col @ vgk 14 mar 24 for reference

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emerydraws · 1 year

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incorrectquotesconaisseur · 3 months

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everyone cheered

#the love i have for him #he's the definition of pretty&witty&gay #GOOD FOR HER #sam tyler my beloved #life on mars #life on mars uk #gene hunt #john simm

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bonefall · 7 months

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Super interested in how you plan to write Leopardfoot! I feel like both fanon and canon tend to make her into a sweet mom(tm) who’s super sad that Tigerstar is evil, very similar to how Goldenflower is usually treated. What’s her thoughts on Pinestar and him leaving? How did she influence Tigerstar? What are her political beliefs?

Society has progressed past the need for sad moms who stare tearily at their evil sons and boohoo about all the murder. It's MOTHER AGENCY TIME

BB!Leopardfoot was FEROCIOUS. Her father was the indominable Adderfang, and he taught her about the importance of honor and glory. When Tigerpaw was given to Thistleclaw as an apprentice, she was proud of it. It felt perfect to her-- that her father's apprentice was now her son's mentor.

For his brief rule, she supported Sunstar completely. It helped that he came after the disastrous and embarassing exit of Pinestar, which ruined the legacy that she wanted him to give her son. Pinestar was a damn coward and a codebreaker... and she assured Tigerkit that he was more HER son than his.

She even gives him a life, for Legacy, in defiance of StarClan

She was friends with Bluemoon for a time, but after ascending to StarClan, she learned about the Forget-me-nots.

This changed her opinion of her. Leopardfoot supports Thistle Law, STRONGLY so.

She supported THISTLECLAW when he tried to forcefully void the Queen’s Rights. If Bluemoon hadn't broken the code, then what did she have to hide?

She backed off when Thrushpelt leapt to her defense though, "She didn't reveal it because she doesn't love me are you happy now??"

Leopardfoot: *awkwardly turns away feeling like an asshole now, tea SPILLED, her friend's dirty laundry EXPOSED, thought she was crusading for the law but she just dug up drama*

Towards the end of Pinestar’s reign, he was getting exhausted. He wanted peace. Leopardfoot wanted kittens around that time, and figured that there was no better cat than the son of Oakstar, architect of the infamous Crusade Era.

If Pinestar had no children, a glorious bloodline would have died out. She wanted it for her kits. Pinestar agreed on the condition that he would be their Mi, which she happily accepted.

So when Pinestar left, she jumped into the nursery to take over and had to explain to her kits where their Mi went.

She drove it home to them that he abandoned everything, because his weakness took over. They would never be like him, she promised.

Mistkit died very young. Nightpaw made it to apprenticeship before she also succumbed. Tigerclaw remembers very well how hard it was to lose his sisters.

Leopardfoot herself was taken shortly before TPB, in Spottedleaf's Plague. Her death causes Tigerclaw to have a bit of a moment.

After the trial in Bluestar's Flowers, Leopardfoot leaves StarClan along with a bunch of other Thistle Law supporters, including Thistleclaw himself. She joins the BOTTE at the end of OotS, fighting to the end with her son.

She misses him a lot, and remains in the Dark Forest to the current arc. She chose her path; and has the dignity to walk it.

She does miss StarClan sometimes though, and will tell you stories about it if you ask.

In terms of demon friends, she's somewhere in the clique between the harsher and softer spirits.

She dislikes Morningstar, Cloudberry, and Ryewhisker on the softer end, and has come to resent Thistleclaw and Finchflight on the other, but likes Darkstripe, Leopardstar, and Silverhawk.

Gets along with a range of "mid" level demons.

In particular I imagine she hangs out with Darkstripe a lot. Taste test buddy, he asks her to try his experimental recipes because she's honest but not mean. One of the few Thistle Law supporting cats he hangs out with after the double-death of Tigerstar.

He calls her Lefty. Her official nickname is "Left" but he calls her Lefty.

(Clanmew: her name is Saorpwyyar. Others call her Saopr. He calls her Sapyy.)

Her mom and dad Swiftbreeze and Adderfang are here too, following Thistleclaw like she did, but she's been minimizing her contact with her dad. She feels like she is owed an apology somehow but also doesn't have the emotional intelligence to know that it's what she wants.

She just knows that she feels really bitter talking to him, and that's unpleasant.

She used to be VITRIOLIC with Pinestar, who is also here, even going after him physically when he chose to join in with the Dark Forest trainees. But now... honestly so much shit has happened, she just doesn't like seeing him. She wishes he wasn't here.

I write her being very dignified. She doesn't like to admit publically she was ever wrong and speaks with confidence, quietly backing off and not wanting to speak about her mistakes. She loves her children and her family, but explores the world in a very "self-centric" way, trusting her feelings and personal judgement over anything logical.

A reactionary sort of person, if that makes sense.

Her Land Mar has to develop over time because she is an ex-StarClan migrant (damned souls get theirs instantly after judgement), but it's called the Fence Cliff. It's a picket fence that blocks off a sheer drop, making a sharp turn down the cliff face and acting as a walkway. Follow the fence down the slope, and you can access the Dark Forest's town biome.

#BB!Leopardfoot #Better bones au #Pinestar’s Crusade #Spottedleaf's Plague #I think I made her a land mar once before but I like this idea more #I may repurpose the old idea when I remember it for someone else #Because I like the idea of Leopard and Dark walking down her land mar to get to the town to collect odd ingredients #And have Leopard talk about how ironic it is that her life's worst moment still goes back to the choices of other people #And Dark kinda puffs and says 'im sick of people blaming everyone else for their own mistakes'#And Lef doesn't really have a response to that #And Dark backpedals not wanting to offend her #And the Cliff Fence would be a super neat setting to write such a convo in #BB!Dark Forest #Dark forest demons my beloved btw.#I was actually at one point planning a cutesy like... not-rework BB-original novella story #Of Ryewhisker gathering ingredients for an anniversary dinner #And meeting with various DF demons #But now that Darkstripe is getting a whole ass postmortem arc about healing through cooking #I might make it about him #Especially so I can put that convo in it

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loversj0y · 1 year

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loves me (like im brand new)

TW: this fic deals with sensitive topics, specifically referencing sexual assault, as well as the recovery process, including mentions of flashbacks and references to dissociation. read at your own discretion

hey so this is entirely self-indulgent. ive been having a rough week (and im sure based on the content you could probably understand why) so yeah, it's not much. but take this as i try to cope (and finish the ttds au)

title is taken from call it what you want by taylor swift

wilbur soot x gn! reader

word count: 1.9k

The floor of the bathtub seemed to become your best friend during trying times. There was something about it that just became comforting when you felt like reaching out to anyone wouldn’t help. And it would help to reach out, but you couldn’t help preferring to spill your secrets to the bathroom floor.

It was too late at night for most people to be taking a shower, and you knew that. You’d been in here god knows how long, your phone left forgotten in your bedroom. The water was turned as hot as it would go, your skin left a blazing red in response. You didn’t know what triggered the episode, maybe the date was a little too close to the anniversary, or maybe you’d thought for a second that you saw the guy who assaulted you a few years back. In reality, it was a combination, you were always much more aware of your trauma this time of year, when memories of abuse and unmeaningful “i love yous” went rampant in your brain. There wasn’t much you felt you could do at times like this. The water helped, though. It hurt slightly, but the burn of the water was stronger than the memory of his hands on you. Everytime you did this, you hoped the water would allow you to scrub the hands off of you, but each time you could never feel clean. Your body wouldn’t feel like yours fully. You tried to stave off flashbacks and memories, forcing yourself to be grounded by focusing on tiny details in your apartment’s bathroom, the grout of the tile, the stains at the bottom of the shower curtain, the way the lightbulb would occasionally flicker. That lightbulb usually annoyed you, but now, you felt thankful for it as it’s random flicker would pull you out of your thoughts when you slipped into them.

You wanted to leave the shower, part of you wanting to go curl up in bed and put on so many layers until you felt like your body didn’t exist. But any attempts at moving made your brain yell at you once more, leaving you stuck in place.

A knock on the door startled you, your heart rate spiking, you didn’t have roommates, who-.

You question was cut off before you could even finish it.

“Darling?! Are you in there?” Wilbur, your boyfriend, sounded alarmed. He wasn’t supposed to stop by tonight, he was supposed to go hang out with Tommy, so why was he here?

“Wilbur?”

He seemed to let out a relieved sigh. “Are you alright? Can I come in?”

“I- yeah, you can come in,” you spoke, just loud enough for him to hear. He opened the door, quickly moving over to where you were, kneeling down next to the shower.

“What are you doing here, Wilbur?” I asked softly.

“You weren’t answering, I got scared.”

“I told you I was going to take a shower, didn’t I?”

“Darling, that was almost four hours ago,” He frowned, reaching a hand into the water to fix your hair, but pulling back once he felt the temperature. He looked at you, getting a better look now that some of the steam had left the bathroom. “Love, your skin is burning red, that cannot feel good. Come on, let’s get you out of there.”

You groaned lightly, leaning your head against the side of the tub, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“I just- I can’t, I feel…” trapped, haunted, exhausted, stuck, “frozen.”

He nodded, even though he didn’t fully understand. “Are you okay with me touching you?”

You thought about it for a moment. Anyone else and it would’ve been a no, anyone else and it would’ve set your brain into overdrive, but Wilbur never made you feel anything but safe and loved. You nodded after a moment.

He stood, leaning forward and turning off the shower. He got into the tub behind you, carefully lifting you and helping you stand.

“You’re gonna get wet,” you complained softly.

He just shrugged, “I don’t mind. I’m sure I’ve left enough clothes here that I can find something if it bothers me.”

You sniffled a bit and nodded. He carefully got you out of the tub, grabbing your towel and wrapping it around you gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head.

“Let me grab your pajamas, okay?” He went to grab them, but you reached a hand out and stopped him.

“Wait, I-” you paused, looking down a bit shyly, “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He gave you an encouraging smile, nodding, “That’s alright. I’ll stay with you until you’re dry, and then we’ll go together. Sounds good?”

You nodded softly at him, taking a seat on top of the closed toilet seat cover. You looked down at his jumper, “Sorry again about your jumper.”

He shrugged, pulling the jumper off and tossing it out of the bathroom, wearing a simple white shirt underneath, “Doesn’t matter. Not as much as you do.”

You looked at the ground after he spoke. You didn’t feel like you mattered right now. It had nothing to do with your boyfriend, he was being so incredibly kind, and you couldn’t ask for anything better. But your head fought back and forth between feeling Wilbur’s love and feeling like you were back in that room from so many years ago. You pulled the towel tighter around yourself, and it was like you could feel Wilbur’s frown. He knew you too well, knowing your tells whenever you retreated into your own head.

“Darling, look at me,” He spoke softly, kneeling down in front of you.

You slowly looked up at him, met with nothing but kindness in his gaze.

“There you are,” he smiled softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head violently, “No- I… not now.”

He nodded, rubbing your back gently, “That’s alright. Are you ready to get dressed?”

You nodded, and he carefully leaned down to pick you up, walking to your closet. He set you down once you were there, keeping his hand at your back. He looked around for a moment before grabbing one of his sweaters and a pair of old sweatpants, “Here.”

You took them, and he helped you get dressed, the both of you taking your time. Once you were dressed, he took your hand, walking you to bed.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked softly as you sat down on the bed.

“Could you hand me my water bottle?” You asked softly, pointing at the bottle sitting on your desk. He did so quickly, and you drank from it quickly before setting it on your nightstand.

You didn’t quite know how to get the words out to ask him the next part, so you just patted the bed. He understood, sitting against the headboard. You came over, laying down against him gently, and his arms were quick to fall around you, holding you close.

He kissed the top of your head, humming a soft tune. Once you’d relaxed enough, you spoke quietly.

“I thought you were going to Tommy’s tonight?”

He shrugged, “You weren’t responding, so I got worried. His girlfriend is there anyways, so he wouldn’t notice if I was there or not anyway.”

“Still, you didn’t have to come here,” you spoke softly, and he scoffed.

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

You nodded, burying your face against him lightly. You wanted to tell him what happened, it just took a few minutes to actually get the words out. “Today sucked.” You spoke quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I just… it’s around this time a few years ago that I was- I,” it hurt to say, and Wilbur knew, piping up softly, “I know.”

You nodded once more, continuing, “it’s just… it feels so much more real around now, and so I just feel so much more sensitive to everything. The tiniest thing sets me off into a flashback, and it’s like I can still feel those hands on me sometimes, and it’s just- it’s overwhelming.” You sniffled softly, “The hot water helps, I can feel it more than the stupid fucking hands, but I just- I’ve rubbed my skin raw so many times, and I can still feel it. I’ve never felt clean since then, but it gets so much worse around this time, and I just can’t help but feel gross,” you sobbed softly, burying your face further against his chest.

Wilbur held you close, rubbing your back gently, “I don’t think you’re gross.” He spoke, “I know that it might not mean much coming from me, but I don’t think you’re gross, or unclean, or anything like that. I think you went through something shitty, and that you survived. And I also know that I adore you, and I adore learning more about you. Everything about you is new to me. Each piece makes you up, and I feel honored to learn about all of it, even if it feels like a curse, because I know that it all brought you to me, the same way I know the stuff I went through brought me to you.”

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes, “Thank you,” You whispered. It meant more than he’d probably ever know to hear him describe you as new.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead gently. “Of course, love. Your past is not you, it’s like a piece of clay, you know? You can’t change it fundamentally, but you can change how it looks and how you use it. It doesn’t define you, it just makes up part of you.”

You sighed softly, “I wish it didn’t, though. I’d rather it have never happened.”

He frowned, “I understand. If I could change the past, I would, just for you. But since I can’t, I’ll do anything you need me to because I want to make sure you are okay. It’s what I’m here for.”

You nodded, and he carefully wiped at your eyes. After a moment of trying to calm your tears, you, strangely enough, started laughing.

Wilbur smiled, giving you an incredulous look. “What is it?”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Just feel a bit stupid.”

“Why?”

“For not telling you earlier. I’ve felt like shit since like 2P.M., I just didn’t want you to worry”

He smiled, brushing a bit of your hair back, “Darling, I’m constantly worrying about you. I mean this lovingly when I say you stress me out every day, especially when you text me in the middle of the night to show me the bugs you see when you walk around town at night.”

“It’s always fun doing that, though. Plus, you know I’m always heading to see you.”

He flushed a bit, chuckling softly, “I know. But it does make me worry.”

You smiled, gently taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for showing up.”

He squeezed your hand gently, “Of course. I’ll always show up for you, darling.”

You closed your eyes, curling into his side and yawning out slowly. The dark feeling in your chest was still there, but it felt smaller with Wilbur around. It was much more bearable with him there.

“Goodnight, love,” He gently pecked your lips, holding you lightly.

“Goodnight, Wilbur.” With him by your side, everything felt lighter. You could breathe, with him by your side, and you were able to fall into a quiet slumber.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mar writes #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur my beloved #this is very Me specific i apologize

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