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#wilbur fanfiction
nyrovi2k · 3 months
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𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗯𝘂𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀! (Some NSFW)
-He gets frequent nosebleeds.
-Any time you leave a pen or something behind at the office, it mysteriously goes missing... (Wilbur takes it home to add to his small collection of your stolen things. He may even jerk off with it in his other hand.)
-His dick is sensitive, like, REALLY sensitive. Especially his tip.
-He gets hard way too easily. Especially when it comes to you.
-He knows it's fucked up, but he sometimes sits by himself and thinks of.. eliminating.. competition. He never would of course, but it's sometimes a passing thought.
-Has literally figured out your usual shampoo, moisturiser and body wash and bought them so he can pretend you're there when he gets too lonely.
-God help if he ever gets his hands on a piece of your clothing. You'd never get it back. And if you did, it wouldn't be given back clean.
-He sweats really easily because he's a generally anxious guy.
-Knows he's severely fucked up, but that's literally part of his kink.
-Would simply crumble if you were to ever degrade or praise him. Lil guy just wants your attention :(
-Any pictures or videos you've posted solely of yourself on your social media have and will be jerked off to.
-Will literally change himself to fit your entire standard.
-You once brushed past him, your boobs pressed against his chest for just a moment, and the man nearly folded right there in the office.
-His nosebleeds happen more often when you're around.
-(Suicide warning + some angst) Simpbur can get quite suicidal if he stays in his own head for too long. So please reassure him that he's perfect and you'd never leave him :((
-Will manipulate who he has too. He's good at it as well.
-In all honesty, he is quite pathetic, and will bend over backwards just to satisfy you and keep you with him.
-Is a bit of a mess when it comes to his hair and the tidiness of his clothes. Please do not get me started on his room.
-Loves how his height allows him to tower over you (If you're somehow taller than that absolute unit... shhhhhh...)
-Has little to no shame.
-Whenever you have sex, bro whimpers during the first couple of thrusts.
-Will cum on the spot if you show him any sort of desperation during intercourse. He likes to know his efforts are appreciated <3
-Is absolutely obsessed with any part of your body of course, but your thighs have a special place in his heart, so please make sure to give him access or he will sob.
-Will grip onto whatever he can during sex because if he doesn't he'll absolutely lose it.
-He's pretty when he cums <3
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poraphia · 3 months
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I'M SORRY BUT I'M WATCHING THE TOMMYINNIT STREAM WITH WILBUR
AND HE CLEARLY, OPENLY, TRUTHFULLY ADMITS THAT HE ACTUALLY DOES IN FACT CHEW SAND
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IS THIS THE MAN WE WRITE FANFICS ABOUT????
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deejayrockz · 7 months
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PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader
SUMMARY — neck bites.
NOTES — fluff, the neck biting is sfw !! fem reader in mind, but it's not really specified,, lowercase is intended, small small little drabble
EXTRA — i have a job interview tomorrow and decided to write this instead ..
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it had just hit 1am before wilbur finally came to join you in bed, his eyes closing automatically, as he took off his clothes to change into some pyjamas (joggers and a black t-shirt).
he flopped onto the bed beside you, placing one arm above his head to cover his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. you happily made yourself comfortable on his chest, eyes closing to the sound of his heartbeat.
"d'you have a good day?" you asked, tracing small swirls into his chest, as you moved your head to look up at him. a small smile was now on his features, as light kisses were placed on his jawline.
"yeah, didn't do much, but ive got sound checks with the band tomorrow," he groaned, hating the thought of having to ever get out of bed.
you just hummed, placing one last kiss to his jaw, before suddenly getting the urge to bite. was it normal? probably not. are you going to do it anyway? definitely.
"ow!" he laughed, facing his head to the left of him, just out of your reach. however, you had sat up by now, a smile on your face.
you held his jaw, facing him to you again, seeing the soft smile on his face as he looked at you, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.
"what are you saying ow at?" you played dumb, smiling innocently as he rolled his eyes.
"you bit me!" he argued, rubbing the bitten jaw slightly, before moving his arm to trace doodles on your back.
"i didnt do such a thing," you smirked, before leaning in and biting his neck, feeling him giggle and try to move away.
"you're such a little gremlin," he laughed, before pulling you down, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn't move. finally, you relaxed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.
"goodnight, love," he whispered, kissing your hairline.
"goodnight," you bit his neck once more, kissing it, then drifted to sleep, a smile on both yours and wilburs face.
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cathers-world · 5 months
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here me out.
accidentally walking in on Wilbur jerking off to the sims sex mod.
Kinktobor
AFAB they/them but you can change them
Context: you and Wilbur are roommates and besties!
SUB WILBUR
not proof read
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you and wilbur have been friends for a long time, so you decided to buy a house together. soon after wilbur had to go on tour but that's ok.
after wilbur came back he started getting into the Sims 4, you ever thought anything of it because... why would you its just the Sims you never played it yourself but you knew what it was.
whenever wilbur was playing the Sims he left the door open but recently he been closing the door which made you wonder what he was doing.
so one day you go up to his door and knock "oh shit one second!" he yelled clearly in a panic, you hear shuffling and... clothes moving?
"come in!" he says "what are you doing?" you ask looking at his computer which was off but you knew he was playing the Sims, he told you! so you were confused
"oh um- nothing..." he looked scared like he just got caught, which you thought was weird. you guys had been friends for years you never hid anything from each other.
"ok..." you say suspiciously, closing his door confused
*time skip*
it was a few days later and you forgot about the incident. "WILL I'M GOING OUT!" you yell to him in his office where he was playing the sims...again "OKAY!" he yelled back. he sounded out of breath but ok.
*wilburs pov*
I know this is wrong and fucking stupid. making me and my roommate and best friend in the Sims, downloading a sex mod just to watch our sims fuck.
but it turned me on so much I didnt mean for it to get this far I dont even play the fucking game i just make us fuck and I just jerk off to it.
Y/N left and they always are gone for hours so I didn't close the door this time. so I hopped on the Sims and ya know
*Y/N pov*
I went out with my friends but it got boring so... I left.
I opened the door to me and wilburs house and the moment I open the door I hear a loud moan. wondering what wilbur was doing i slip off my shoes and slowly walk over to his office.
I peek inside and I see two Sims characters fucking not like how they normally do hiding under the covers not showing anything, no i see those Sims who look EXACTLY like me and Wilbur having the most intense sex like insane hentai shit. and wilbur moaning jerking off, whimpering in fact
"what the fuck?!" I state telli from what i'm seeing "OH FUCK" wilbur yells pulling up his pants and shutting off his PC
"im..im so sorry I um" wilbur studdard out looking down face bright red from embarrassment
I walk over getting on my knees in front of him " you really couldn't have just asked to fuck me like a normal person?"
he looked shocked, breathing heavily " I um" he whispered looking down at me as i take out his cock, licking my hand and start stoking it
"fuck" wilbur moans as I put his cock in his mouth "i'm not going to fuck last long with you like this" he whimpered out
I put him all in my mouth gagging on his length i feel his cock twitching in my mouth telling me he's about to cum
wilbur cums in my mouth and i swallow it whole
"fuck" he says wiping my mouth with his thumb shoving it in my mouth to get the extra cum off my mouth
I stand up sliding off my shorts and underwear getting on his lap, I line my hole up with his cock and slowly sink down "omg" i moan taking his length wilbur throws his head back and opens his mouth with a silent moan
Wilbur grabs my hips to help me bounce up and down on his cock, I rest my head on his shoulder enjoying my time on his cock.
"fucking creep, making you and your roomate in a fucking game and having them fuck" you degrade still going up and down chasing both your highs "please im so sorry please let me cum" he cried out "cum, cum with my"
you sit fully on his cock feeling his hot liquid squirt into you as you cum yourself,
"thank you" wilbur whispers in your ear giving your neck a kiss.
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UM?!?!?!?!??!?!
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willsdreamgirl · 4 months
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amazon standing lamp ⋆。˚ — wilbur soot x reader
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wilbur soot x fem!reader
will has everything he could ever want, then why does he still feel so empty?
18+ | minors please dni! angst and smut
cw: mentions of sex, different sex positions, descriptions of sex, angst, mentions of anxiety, wilbur is NOT okay and neither is the author
word count: 600+
a/n: finally had the motivation to write after a HOT MINUTE. was inspired by wilbur’s new album, mammalian sighing reflex. angst, just BIG ANGST.
“midday missionary, midnight loathing, midnight cowgirl, morning smoking”
your fingers clutch the cream coloured sheets under you, and you spread your legs wide, as wilbur thrusts into you. the sound of skin slapping fills your shared bedroom, your moans fill his ears. “mm, will, just like that…” you look up at him, and he looks at you like he sees right through you. you search his face, his brows furrowing in deep thought rather than pleasure. you manage to string together a sentence between his methodical, almost calculated movements. “hey will… you okay?” he snaps back to reality, looks down at your body and up at you, with a small smile on his face. yet, his eyes look like bottomless voids. you don’t say anything, and neither does he. he keeps going until you orgasm, and pulls out. you sit up, not caring about the post-sex exhaustion starting to set in your bones. “will… you didn’t finish? you okay?” he looks down at the floor. in that moment, he looks so damn vulnerable, so small, all bare. he sighs and looks at you from across the from as he’s putting his boxers back on. “yeah, yeah. i’m good. just not feeling it right now…” something just wasn’t right. you bit your lip, and smiled shyly, walking across the room. you knelt down in front of him, hands running across the waistband of his boxers. “i can help with that…” he looks and you with tired eyes and pushes your hand away gently. “look y/n, not right now, okay?” he walks away, leaving you on the floor, slight carpet burn making the skin on your knees sting.
you decide to leave him alone for a while, watching his disappear behind the door of his home office. you only see him around 9:00 pm, when he comes out to grab a plate of dinner you’d called him to eat an hour ago. you get up from your chair at the table. “i can warm that up for you, love!” you offer. he looks down at his plate, before sighing. “it’s fine.” you watch him walk away from you, yet again.
you go out for a walk to clear your head. he doesn’t ask where you’re going. you return at midnight, the apartment so quiet as if it were devoid of all life. you make your way to your bedroom. wilbur’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, fiddling with a half burnt joint between his fingers. he sighs as he senses your presence. he puts out the joint on the wood of the nightstand, and motions for you to sit on his lap. you straddle his lap, your cold thighs resting against his warm ones. he pulls you in by your jaw, and kisses you like a man starved, teeth before tongue. he tastes like weed, and if you didn’t love the idea of it, you’d almost be disgusted.
time passes and somehow, you two end up tangled in each other’s arms. you smile into his neck. he looks at you blankly, before turning his head to the side, looking at the amazon standing lamp sitting on the nightstand, as you ride him. you moan wantonly, throwing your head back, elated at finally having gotten your boy back. meanwhile, a tear falls out of the corner of wilbur’s eye. but he plays along, he could never hurt the best thing to ever happen to him. he’s memorized every detail on the amazon standing lamp, the only constant in his life.
he has everything he could ever ask for, then why does he feel so empty?
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mysticalsoot · 5 months
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sweet christmas
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godbur’s very first christmas
➸ note; i wrote this in probably a total of an hour and i am very proud of that but i do worry that it isn’t very good although i am sure it’s fine, i just fear i rushed it, anyways!! enjoy your godbur fix !
➸ pairing; god!wilbur x gn!reader // godbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after telling wilbur of the wonders of christmas, he decides to give you the best holiday season you could ever imagine
➸ warning; cheesy nicknames, allusions to past childhood trauma, maybe swearing?
➸ age-rating; 14+
➸ wordcount; 1.7k
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wilbur was hands down one of your favorite people to live with, yes the trail to get to this point was nothing but rocky, but you were quite content with how things turned out.
your life felt more serene and peaceful as an immortal than it did when you were mortal. getting to wake up in his arms, get smothered in kisses and love; then go about your days together, assisting him in whatever matters he may need it in. it felt domestic, and sweet; and god, was he caring. he loved looking out for you, caring for you and treating you with such love and kindness.
he loved to hold you and sway you, cook for you and love on you. you were his pride and joy.
not too long ago, you went on a rant about a lot of things from the mortal realm, explaining them in such detail that it completely captured wil's attention, although one subject sunk in the most; christmas.
he thought the mere idea was beautiful, a gift giving holiday with snowy weather and fun activities? count him in. he wanted nothing more than to treat you to anything and everything, spoiling you to an extent you didn't know was possible.
i think it stuck most for him once you told him of the Christmases you had as a child. of course, they weren't all bad but you had plenty of Christmases that you would have loved to go without. years that it just couldn't bring you joy, or years where it broke you down.
so, he made it his mission to give you the best Christmas he can. a whole month was blocked out for you, starting in what he called November and ending in late December. although there's no true concept of time in his world, he copied the human form of time a while ago, just to give you a better sense of things. to make you feel at home (although he was home, there were bits that you missed from time to time).
he had yet to tell you, keeping it a surprise while he made a little basket of Christmas things.
when you opened it, you almost questioned him on where he found everything but then realized that wouldn't go anywhere. he's a god, with powers you can't even fathom. there's nothing out of the way with him.
it was filled with snacks and a cookie cookbook, a soft blanket, one of his sweaters and various other things (he did go a bit candle crazy, but he knew you loved them and hell, he did too).
after that, then the festivities began. he started off with a Christmas movie and some warm s'mores, both of you sharing as you tucked yourself against his side.
"love," he paused, looking down at you as he lifted your chin, getting your gaze to meet his.
"yes?" he smiles at the softness of your voice before wiping chocolate from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. you frown gently up at him, and he places a gentle kiss to your lips.
"that's it," he hums, placing a few more soft kisses to your cheeks and temple.
"that didn't warrant a 'love'," you huff, kissing his cheek before resting back beside him on the couch. you squeak when he pulls you into his lap, "willllllll," you whine, looking up at him with the best pissed look you can give before you begin to giggle at him.
"everything warrants a 'love', baby," he tilts your head back, hand resting on the front of your throat as he kisses all over your face; showering you in all the love he can possibly muster.
"hmmm.. I disagree," you rest your hands on his thighs, to ground yourself somehow, as his hands move down to rub over your stomach, fingers gently tracing shapes on your skin; underneath your sweater.
"disagree all you want, I'm right, little one," wil's lips curl up into a smirk as you groan at his words, head leaned back against his shoulder.
"why do you *always* have to be right?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he pulls you closer, maneuvering you so your legs are draped over his lap.
"I'm a god, remember? *your* god, darling," his smirk then morphs back into a smile as he kisses underneath your chin.
"don't wear it out," you nuzzle your nose up against his neck, your arms now around him as he pulls you closer; your attention now back on the movie, but his still on you.
his next activity, which took place a few days later; was cookie baking. thankfully, he chose a recipe and some premade dough; just in case. you figured the premade stuff was gonna get its use pretty quickly.
"baby, can you pass me the sugar?" he inquired, hand reaching out mindlessly as he reread the recipe for the trillionth time, ensuring that he was processing the material properly and wouldn't fuck this up for you.
you didn't really care if the cookies turned out perfectly, or at all. you just enjoyed the time you could spend with him, and the sweet moments he created with you.
you handed him the sugar, watching him grab the bag with ease (despite it being several pounds in one hand). you then swiftly moved over to stand beside him, gazing up at him as he measured out the ingredients. he placed all the dry ingredients in a bowl, but didn't bother to stir it yet as he moved to pick you up and place you on the counter. he handed you the bowl and a whisk.
"can you stir this for me, little love?" he crooned, and you nodded, stirring while he went over to the fridge to gather the rest of the ingredients (all at once, mind you).
you had to keep yourself from laughing at the sight, his arms filled with all of the ingredients all stacked up and pressed under his chin.
"wil, be careful," you mumbled, smiling softly to him as he nodded his head to you.
"I'm fine! I've got this!" he attempted at reassurance, but it came out squeaky rather than firm.
you shook your head, giggling to yourself as you set down the bowl beside you and swung your legs on the edge of the counter. he placed all of the wet ingredients down on the counter, rather clumsily before he began that mixture.
surprisingly, the cookies turned out well. and you both danced together in the kitchen while they baked, only to cuddle up in front of another Christmas movie when they were done.
various activities had occurred during the two months he blocked out, baking, games, cuddles, ice skating and show angel making in the garden. he planned everything and there wasn't a moment you didn't enjoy. you loved every second of it, and he enjoyed every giggle and smile you had to offer.
Christmas morning rolled around quickly, the both of you having spent Christmas Eve with a small dinner, cookies and a movie. and of course, wil had you open one of your gifts before bed. it was a little Christmas ornament he had sculpted from some clay and then painted. a star, with golden paint and beautiful cursive words spelling 'my star' on the back, with the year underneath. you'd be lying if you said you didn't cry, because you did and could barely mumble out a thank you.
just like every kid on Christmas, you woke up early. beyond excited and just bouncing with excitement.
you shook Wil gently beside you, his sleeping form peacefully tucked in bed beside you.
"wil, wil! it's Christmas!" you giggled, shaking him a bit more as he hummed, eyes daring to flutter open and gaze up at you.
"mm, just a few more minutes? you can wait, little love," he pulls you gently against his chest, sleepy, sloppy kisses placed on your cheek. you squirm, giggling at his kisses before whining gently.
"but it's Christmas!!"
he chuckles, holding you closer as you tuck yourself against him, "but Christmas morning cuddles are the best, mm?"
"maybe," you shrug, settling into him for just a bit longer.
a smirk crawls up on his lips before he sighs, pulling back to look down at you, smirk morphing to a smile before he leans down to kiss you.
you look up at him, eyes trying to close again, despite your tiredness setting in, you're determined to stay awake, "can we watch the disney christmas special? like the parade?"
"you truly underestimate my powers as a god, baby," his joyful expression stays held on his face as he kisses your nose and helps you out of bed.
he holds out his hand for you, stepping towards the bedroom door as he wiggles his fingers at you. you wrap your hand around his index finger, tugging softly as he chuckles and leads you down the stairs and into the living area. the tree lit up, creating a dim lighting atmosphere that casts beautiful shadows and a warm light over the room.
you both sit down, beginning to exchange gifts and thank one another for each one. not too long passes and he's shooing you onto the couch as he cleans up and throws a quick breakfast in the oven before joining you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and pressing sweet kisses to your face. he's quiet and quick with turning on the Christmas morning special for you, fingers circling over the skin of your stomach.
"you can nap, y'know?" he hums against the shell of your ear, kissing the skin behind it.
"don't wanna miss the parade," you whine, yawning and curling in against him.
"who's to say you can't rewatch it if you miss it?"
you shrug, nodding before dozing off. he moved his hand to sift through your hair, sleep taking you peacefully as he admires the room around him. the quaint quiet surrounding him, the warmth and love that he feels for you. how sweet, and gentle the holiday was. even if you're asleep only three hours after waking up.
you both know there’s many more christmases to come.
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part one here
AU where you both are teachers and your students are desperately trying to get you two together.
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well. this wasn't suppose to be a two part-er, but y'all actually enjoyed the first one? So like, here-sure.
she/her pronouns
tw/cursing, insta-love
part of the: fics i'll never finish series but this has been in my drafts for months (but fuck i miss writing for wilbur)
a kid from wilbur’s room brings over a stapled note to you a period later, a large smirk on his face as he drops it on your desk.
in middle school, this is a big deal.
the kids ooh elaborately, loudly, as Trevor drops it off at your desk, a missing tooth smile as he indulges: “It’s from Mr.Soot, Miss.”
as if you didn’t know this already.
Red faced, you accept the note, thank him, send him back to his class and shove it deep in your pocket trying to shush your students as you get class back on track.
you don’t read it until an hour later, when you finally sit at your desk, only remembering it by the crinkle it makes.
flustered, even though the kids are poured over their artwork project, lightly yelling back and forth at each other, you read it under your desk:
i have half a peanut butter sandwich if u want 2 share 4 lunch. -w
you flip the note back and forth, waiting for more, only to find nothing. if anything, it makes you laugh though, and you dig through your desk for a scrap of paper, use the red pen that holds your hair up: how did you know i didn't pack lunch? :) and you ask a kid to bring it over to Mr.Soot's classroom, where loud yelling is coming from his walls.
the bell rings for lunch, and suddenly you find yourself nervous. which is dumb, of course, because this is absolutely nothing besides a fellow teacher helping you but you can't help but turn your chair around and use your camera on your phone to try and fix any stray hairs-
A knock on the wood.
You jump, a hand on your chest, and there he is.
He towers over the doorframe, lanky body and you'd be intimated, for a second, until you spot the wrinkly brown paper bag in his hand: Wilbur S written in permanent marker on it.
"Sorry," He bites his lip to hold a smile in, "Didn't mean to scare ya."
You shake your head, "No, no you didn't." And you can tell by the smirk on his face he knows your lying. "Come in."
He ducks his head so he doesn't hit the crinkle banner that hangs in your doorway, shuts the door gently behind him.
"I've come bearing gifts." He smiles as he walks to your desk carefully, and you open your mouth to tell him absolutely not, but he opens his bagged lunch, and he smirks for a second. "Hands out, close your eyes."
A laugh comes out of your lips, because this is ridiculous, about to say no, but instead he cuts you off, "Go on, close your eyes." and he's smiling so big, so excited, you can't not listen, huff out a laugh and obey, sitting on the edge of your messy desk, you close your eyes, hold out your hand.
You expect the worst. Half a squished peanut butter sandwich, chewed gum-
You hear the paper bag crinkle and bite your lip so you aren't smiling, because what the fuck-
and two heavy objects are placed in your hand as he speaks: "Okay," he says gently, "Open your eyes."
And you obey, again, open a slit eye, and a small tape dispenser and a stapler appear in your hand.
"Wilbur," You laugh, because you're an art teacher, you have a closet full of this shit, "I don't need this-" the stapler has Soot in glittery glue, half peeling off, definitely bought from his own money-
"Go on," He laughs, "Sit down, c'mon. I know you've been running around all period. There's half a sandwich in there. Homemade; start eating."
Your face turns pink, because it's true, but how does he know that, takes the stapler and tape out of your hands, replaces it with the sack lunch.
"Tell me what you want," he turns his back to you as he looks around your room, "And I'll do it. Wanna hang those self portraits on the wall there?" he asks, already making his way to it.
"On the-" You start saying, setting the bag on your desk to race to his side, because you can't have him do all this work while you sit around, but he immediately laughs, gently guiding you back to your desk-
"Sit," he laughs, "And eat. I already ate my lunch. I'm here to help, lemme help."
And you sigh as you obey, sit on the edge of your seat and he takes a step back, his hand in the air in a stay motion, joking with you, and he finally speaks:
"Look," he finally sighs, "I know it's your first year. I remember how terrified I was my first year. I didn't have anyone in my corner, all my lunches were alone in my room, just-let me help you, yeah?"
And he's right. Most of the days are spent alone in your room, practically begging for someone-anyone-to show up, even if it's just for directions, or for help with a printer-anything. He's the first teacher to show up.
You open the sack lunch and he definitely left you more than half of the peanut butter sandwich, tucked into a small plastic bag, some carrot sticks tucked into the bag as well, and you take them out and set them on top of the crumbled bag, right on top of the Wilbur S etched into his bag.
You bite into a carrot as you watch him slowly, carefully, taking the pictures, hang them on the wall as he hums, and it's comforting, oddly enough, not a silence that feels like it needs to be filled, or having to cut his humming off.
"So," Wilbur speaks first, "I think some of my kids are plotting to kill me."
And you snort, immediately trying to cover your hand over your mouth, because fuck that's not attractive-
"Oh, so my downfall is funny to you?" He teases, his head turned to you with a smirk, "I see."
"Wilbur, they're children-"
"Children are very capable, darling!" He snorts, wants to keep talking because fuck he accidently called you darling and that's way way too much for a first visit with you, is going to blow his chances with you before he even knows you- "And they're plotting, I swear."
"Please," You laugh, "Please, elaborate. What are they doing that seems to give off vibes off them trying to kill you, Wilbur?"
He shakes his head, his voice is filled with sarcasm, so you know he's teasing you, "I don't think I will," he smirks, "Because you won't believe me."
You laugh, "Wilbur, don't tease me like this, I need to know!"
He laughs, shrugs his shoulders, "What do you think?" he asks as he steps back, tilts his head like he's trying to get a good angle. He never really understood art, always thought he was too dumb to, but with you, he feels like he wants to get it, wants to hear what you think-
You race to his side, rubbing your mouth on a napkin that you shove into your pocket, "Beautiful. Thanks, Wilbur-"
And he laughs, looks down at you, this big smile on your face as your looking at these first graders self portraits with this fond smile on your lips-
"Hey-" he says gently, elbows you gently, "Look, I was thinking-"
The bell rings loudly, making you jump.
"Sorry, you were saying-" You say, just as he says, "I should go-"
"Right uh, thank you for-the help? And for the lunch. I owe you." You shake your head.
He shrugs, the smirk never leaves his face, "I know how you can make it up."
You nod, "Anything."
Go on a date with me he says, the words on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he opens his mouth, and his mouth betrays him: "I'll-" He shakes his head, as kids pour out into the hallway, "I'll let you know."
And he nods his head, smiles, and ducks into the hallway.
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whoreburslut · 6 months
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Kinktober: Day 4
•thigh riding & sex pollen
gender neutral reader
sorry it’s a day late i was very eepy
i might be a day behind for a few days but i’ll catch back up
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at the store you are walking in the flower section, looking for a nice decoration for your living room. you are just browsing as you feel yourself being drawn in by this one plant, a nice singular flower stood straight up and perfectly in bloom. this would compliment your living room perfectly you thought.
driving home with the flower safely fastened in with the seatbelt so it doesn’t topple over, it seems like the whole car is is filled with it’s sweet aroma. arriving home you start to feel hazy as you get out of the car and take the plant up to you and wils apartment.
setting it on the counter in the kitchen, you feel flushed as you use the counter to steady yourself. you start to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, wondering why this strong wave of lust has hit you as there had been nothing that could have provoked it.
wilbur enters the kitchen after not hearing you move after coming in, he’s immediately hit with the strong stench of the flower. you could smell wil before you could hear him, the musky sent of his cologne driving your pheromones wild. the aching sensation between your legs, only growing when he speaks.
“are you ok?” the concerned voice of your friend asks, the plant’s aphrodisiac nature is now in full force for you. now wanting to throw yourself at your long time best friend, he looks like walking sex just stood there. it takes all of your strength to push past him and go to the living room.
wilbur walks over to the flower and smells it, overpowering sent hurts his nose. he quickly hurries to the living room to check on you again, your standing in the middle of the room coat discarded and fanning yourself with your hands quickly. wil comes over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, and that simple touch makes you moan, you realise this and you snap you spin around and push him down on to the couch.
“what the fuck?” he gasps unaware of your state, “please wil i need you so bad” you say in a whiny voice moving closer too him, you lean in and start moving your lips closer to connect them with his. he puts a hand on your chest slowly loving you away, “we really shouldn’t do this” he says reluctantly as his eyes start to slowly darken.
you move your arms sensually up your sides to take your top off and discard it on the floor, your nipples harden at the cool air contrasting with your hot body. you kick of your shoes and go over and nestle in his lap, his hand come up to rest on your hips as an automatic response, this sends your hips jerking forward as the slightest bit of contact has you feeling euphoric.
“fuck it” wilbur practically moans as you realise that he is fully hard underneath you, he moves his legs wider so you have to move one of yours in between his two to stay comfortable. you realise that you are now hovering above one of his thighs, he pulls you down on to it and starts guiding your hips to grind on his thigh.
thanking your self for wearing jeans today as they are giving you the friction you so desperately desire, wil takes his hands off your hips and taps you twice on the thigh signifying you to stop. “stand up for me babe” he whispers you neerly came at the intimate pet name, knowing you longed for nothing more than to be more than friends.
he puts his hands to your jeans to unzip them, and toughing them down your legs roughly. his hands merely brush your bare thighs and you moan again, ripping your underwear down your legs as well they both get tossed to the side in quick succession. he grips your hips harshly being pulled back, down on to the same thigh he grunts in your year “if my bitch is so needy, they can get off on my thigh all on their own”.
wilbur moves his hands to rest behind his head, no longer touching your body. you whimper loudly at the loss of contact but you waste no time grinding on his thigh to get yourself off, the roughness of his jeans doing wonders for your lust. your knee accidentally brushes against wilburs growing erection, he moans in surprise his hands fly to your hips again helping you gain more friction, as he can feel your movements becoming sloppy with fatigue.
he brings one of his hands down in between you both to help you get off, you are letting all of your moans out not caring how loud you are being as you two live alone. wilbur kisses the pulse of your neck and that sends you over the edge, cuming on his jeans making his whole thigh soaked with your juices. you look down between you both to see the crotch of his pants also damp to where he came in his pants at the sight of his best friend using him.
you slump in to his chest shaking, the flower having made you ten times more sensitive due to how horny you were. you feel yourself being lifted bridal style, you are transported in to a room that is not your own, but as you are placed on the bed it smells like him. you curl in to a ball burying your face deep to inhale him, you feel the bed dip behind you then an arm drape over you. you shuffle back a bit and your back is touching his chest and you feel at home, in his bed spooning.
he’s stroking you hair as your on the edge of sleep and you hear him say “i really hope this doesn’t mean we’re just friends anymore” as he believes your already asleep, he kisses the back of your head and pulls you in tighter.
this happens a few more times to the both of you, before you and wilbur realise it is the flower that is causing the issue.
and maybe you don’t even get rid of it…
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imagines-babes · 11 months
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Headcanons(q! Wilbur)
Hello, so this is qsmp! Wilbur headcanons. This was requested from my one of my wattpad reader. I’m not very good with headcanons but I hope you enjoy. This is over 1000 words also just a warning.
Wilbur list Masterlist
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In the beginning
He sat right in front of you on the train. Everyone was talking and introduced themselves one by one. While he sat looking to the side to see outside the window. You didn't know why but you wanted to know more about him.
The first night, everyone gathers at the first house, Roiers, to have a party. Music was playing and everyone dance. You look to see where Wilbur was, he was in the corner. Your guess was his social battery went out. So you went to ask him if he want to go outside across the party. He nods. After that you both became friends.
You would visit him at his home. And smile. You help him make his home bigger maybe one block more higher. He didn't mind. He loved when you both would hang out. He's a good listener while you talked and verses.
One thing you both had in common was music. He said he loves music and it brought him peace. While you were crafting for a pickaxe you happened to search for an instrument for him. There was. So instead of making a new pickaxe. You made a guitar. So the next day, you went to his house noticing the rams on the stone. Knocking on his door with the guitar behind me. He opens it and smiles. You handed him the gift and he notice the gift smiling as he hugged you. This was a first for you both. You both never hugged before only a wave bye but it was nice.
He let you know that he would be going on a boat and to not worry about him. But you did worry. You worry very much about him. He notices your face as he hugs you then his hand on your cheek. 'Darling you don't have to worry I will be fine and I will send a letter alright.' You didn't reply you just stare at Wilbur as he stepped back from you giving him space.
Meeting Tallulah
You were doing your normal routine till you notice Wilbur and Fit at the adoption center. Waving at them you stayed with them. Heading inside it was abandoned. Never looked like this before. You fell off till you felt someone holding your hand. Looking down to see his hand holding yours. Then you looked at Wilbur smiling. Fit explain more till there was a noise about us and a ladder appeared. Going up the ladder to see an egg.
Wilbur had 3 names for the egg. The egg got to choose one now her name is Tallulah. Tallulah passed you and Wilbur a red rose. We thank her.
Helping Wilbur raise Tallulah is fun. She showed us she plays some instruments. He would show her more tricks. Staring at the both with a smile.
You would also take pictures of them together. And give Tallulah any instruments you craft and she is grateful for each and one of them. Wilbur would watch you both bound. His love for you just grew stronger.
when Wilbur is away on a trip, you would stay with Tallulah and take care of her. Tell her many things about her father that you knew. She would smile.
Most nights, he would rush inside looking for his guitar. You hand it to him, 'She is waiting for you.' You would say as he goes to her room hearing the guitar play. You walk in to see him on her bed as she stares at him. You would walk in sitting by her bed she places her head on your lap.
Bad was telling us how quackity and some others vandalize the outside of the house. With quackity saying he has been claiming Tallulah as his own. You saw Wilbur's rage. Telling bad thank you and he was off. Wilbur started to look at the front seeing it a mess. You would try and calm him but by the second it wasn't working you stop him before going inside. In the end, you both thought that it was best you just come back tomorrow.
Tallulah would ask why you didn't stay the night. You just tell her it's grown-up things. Sadly you just said we agreed to disagree on something. She understood while Wilbur stood by.
You would fish with Tallulah but Tallulah would fish better than you ever could. That's when Wilbur would stand behind you and show you how to fish. Tallulah would stare at you both seeing you both get along now.
Meeting Chayanne
When first meeting him, Wilbur didn’t know who he was. Phil welcome us and we talked till Chayanne woke up and started to attack Wilbur. You and Phil tried to call Chayanne but he tried to get where Wilbur was. Wilbur was already on top of the house. That is when he found out about that Chayanne is related to him. (but not honestly it’s very confusing) Wilbur lost it. That’s when the two started having a family rivalry. Saying who was better. Honestly, you excepted this to happen.
Wilbur would notice how Chayanne would take care of Tallulah as you made your way over to him. He breaks a stare to look at you. ‘Chayanne is such a big brother.’ All you did was nod in response.
When Wilbur was away, and you were a little busy Tallulah would go to Phil and play with Chayanne but the time you would finish. Tallulah would be asleep next to Chayanne. You held her up thanking Phil and telling Chayanne thank you as well. You teleport home putting Tallulah asleep.
Now
One night, You were outside talking to Bad tell you heard crying from inside. Rushing inside you notice her moving around. You tried to wake her up it was a nightmare. She started to talk in her sleep. You try one more time as she looks at you and hugged you deeply crying into your arm. You tried and messaged Wilbur but it wasn’t working. Tallulah stayed in your arms as she went back to sleep.
Waking up one day to notice Tallulah handing a phone saying your name on it as you played a video. Saying all the eggs' names and how many lives they have. With them only having one more day till something happens. That same day happens to be Wilbur's last day. Turning over to notice Wilbur slowly waking up telling him about the video. He was sad he just got Tallulah and he didn’t want to lose her.
On Tallulah and his last day before they left for a while. You three would spend it together. Rather than just dwell on them leaving. It was productive fixing the outside of the house to her liking with her tortoise zoo in the fair right. Many would stop by and Wilbur changed with them as you stayed with Tallulah. At the end of the night, you three would be in Tallulah's room with Wilbur Gutair. Wilbur sang her favorite song, Dear Theodosia. Shortly you join in sitting on Tallulah's bed. She stares at her parents singing to her.
Wilbur left a book for you and her.
‘Dear y/n,
By the time you are reading this, I will be off doing something. I can’t tell you that yet but soon I will. When I leave chances are you are in the house alone if Our daughter was taken by her mother. I want to say thank you for helping me take care of her. I know you cared for her as much as I did. If I’m being honest I didn’t think I was ready to be a father. But I saw how you connected to her quickly. Shortly she connected with me. I didn’t want her to leave my side. When you were away mining she would tell me the adventure you would take her on. And how she was giving you some lesson for you to surprise me with. I’m sad I didn’t get to see you perform for me. But I hope when I come back you will be ready to play me any song. Even if it's a baby song. The reason I’m writing to you is because… wow I’m very nervous even if I’m writing it to you instead of saying it to your face. The reason I’m writing to you is because I don’t know how to explain my feelings face to face. I thought this letter would help. So y/n ever since the first week, I wanted to get to know you. More than your name or your favorite color. I wanted to know the real you. And I did you are the most kind, caring person I know. You help me with everything involving my first house to our first child. I hope you feel the same when I say I like you more than friends. When I come back I hope we can be more than friends. Darling, I am very much in love with you and I hope we talk soon.
- Wilbur Soot’
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nyrovi2k · 3 months
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My Obsession ¬ Simpbur Smut.
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Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, Wilbur is a stalker, Wilbur is a weirdo and deems himself a pathetic one at that, panty sniffing, insinuated male masturbation, Wilbur thinks he's entitled to reader, reader is an introvert, self-degradation, panty stealing, size kink, somnophilia, reader ends up enjoying it at the end, my writing is horrible.
Word count: 5.1k
If I've missed anything please let me know!
Wilbur Soot was no fool, in fact he was quite a smart man, with a smart sounding job and a big mouth that spouted out many unwarranted facts every so often. But with all his brains and quite frankly unnecessary knowledge, he unfortunately fell victim to something that had consumed his every waking thought. Most, if not all, days were spent in his own little world.
You.
His obsession.
He'd think about you whenever he got the spare chance. Which was most of the time considering he never really left his house unless it was for work related purposes. Or of course, again.. you.
He didn't like to dwell on his mindset for too long, he knew he was nowhere near normal. It wasn't just a simple crush after all.
He knows where you live, who your past and current relationships are, where you like to go after work most days, your mother's maiden name, where you grew up and which school and college you went to.
But who didn't do a little background check on the person they're heavily interested in? He was completely, sane, normal and in his own right to conduct research.
Every day in the office he'd find some way to be somewhere in your vicinity, by the water stand, the community kitchen for all staff to use, the breakroom, and by God he was so glad the printer was right next to your desk.
Somehow, this all went unnoticed by you. Stupid girl.
It was quite a wonder how you had completely missed this 6"6, lanky, nervous little wreck of a man around every corner you turned. Maybe it was the convivence of being stuck to one floor in the office during most of your work hours and your co-workers having similar responsibilities so it wasn't abnormal to see the same faces.
And oh what a coincidence, your break had just started.
Finishing up your last sentence on an email that was due to be reviewed and sent later that day, you quickly saved your work having completed all of the work assigned to you for the day was such a wonderful feeling. You'd just have to send that email off for reviewing and then you could request to leave early with a likely yes following shortly after.
Stretching your arms above your head, hearing the satisfying pop of your tired bones you finally stood up, wincing at the feeling in your back and legs.
Walking over to the breakroom you contemplated on going back to your desk and simply sending off the email anyways and going home earlier. Then again, you'd made a small note to yourself a while ago to socialise more frequently with your colleagues. So, instead of doing the more predominantly introverted and more comfortable option, you found yourself opening the door to the already full of chatter breakroom, finding a few people already scattered around the decently sized room.
"Oh, Y/n!" Immediately your presence was made known. Shannon, really a lovely girl, but too loud and rambunctious if that made sense.
Adorning a small smile, you walk over to where she's sat on one of the couches, a few others around. You sit down next to her, folding one leg over the other.
"Hey Shannon." You greet her back politely, glancing around at the people sat in a dysfunctional kind of circle around you, trying not to take notice of them for too long.
"I feel like we haven't spoken in ages, where do you keep wandering off to when I need you?" She pouts and leans her elbow on the back of the couch, presenting a more casual sitting position as she turns her upper body to face you.
"Oh well I um.. I tend to usually go home after finishing all of my work, so.." Tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face you offer another, albeit sheepish, smile.
"Come hang out with us more, I feel like we barely know anything about you." Comes another voice, Aaron, sat on the sofa to your left.
"Okay but speaking of work," which earns a couple of groans to which Shannon ignores, "what do you guys plan to do about that project? Or was it a presentation...?" Shannon trails off at the end of her sentence.
"Wait what?" You turn to look at her with furrowed brows as confusion takes over your face.
"Did you not get the email or something? Big boss gave us about a week to prepare this presentation due next Tuesday, supposed to be about drawing in more interest and business opportunities for the branch or something." David shrugs, "I can show you when breaks over if you want."
"Wait so did it have a particular group of people set to do this presentation or...?" You look around the group.
"Yeah, m'pretty sure it was you, me, Shannon, David, Aaron, Carly, Isiah and Wilbur." Leah shrugs as she lists off familiar names.
All except one.
You raise an eyebrow, "Who's Wilbur?"
"That really tall guy on his phone over there by the counter." Aaron nods over to just behind you, over your shoulder.
Sure enough you were able to spot him, it wasn't very hard considering he was most definitely the tallest in the room.
He was a little scruffy, but not in an off putting way. With fluffy brown hair that threatened to fall over one of his eyes. A white button up with the top button undone, the bottom untucked. A smart black blazer covered the majority of his upper half, but below some black dress pants and shiny shoes were visible.
He just looked like a normal guy.
"Oh okay." You note and linger for a moment, before turning back around to face the small group.
"So how do we go about getting done with this presentation then?" You hold back the sigh in your tone. Just when you had thought work could be done and dusted with for today, more was dropped directly in your lap.
And what was worse this work forced you to socialise more with your colleagues. More than you thought necessary.
"I say we go to your place and discuss our options." Shannon's small smirk does not go unnoticed.
"My place? W-wait why..?" Again your brows furrow and you look around, this time somewhat more nervously. You didn't particularly want all of these people occupying your living space. Your comfort space, if you will.
"Well none of us have been there before. I mean, I've seen nearly everyone in this little circle's homes, but not yours. Wanna see how Y/n L/n lives." Shannon grins as though she's said something cute, in all fairness to her she couldn't have known that even the insinuation was causing minor jitters.
"Yeah, c'mon man.. it's only fair init?" David is quick to agree, along with everyone else.
And that was how you had found yourself sat on your sofa in your own perfectly and pristinely cleaned living room. You had dusted, hoovered, wiped and de-cluttered mostly the entire house. Your room stayed relatively untouched, who would be going in there anyways?
It didn't take a lot of waiting or pacing for the group to arrive, at their own times of course. Eventually everyone was inside and had made themselves quite at home. What an extroverted bunch.
Though it was very quickly made apparent that no work would be done this evening.
Laughter, banter and inside jabs were being thrown around, little of which you really listened or payed attention to. In all honesty, you just wanted your alone time.
You'd found yourself squished in between Leah and that guy, Wilbur. You'd found some comfort in observing and inevitably learning that he too, was quite a quiet and private person.
So, you were more inclined to stay near him. At some point in the night alcohol had gotten involved, and now there were multiple drunk people lingering around your living room and kitchen.
This night seemed to be going down in a very uncomfortable blur.
"Can I know where your bathroom is?"
A quiet and somewhat deep voice happened to snap you out of your troubling thoughts. You hadn't even had a touch of alcohol.
Turning around, you come face to face with the extremely tall Wilbur, stood... kinda close.
"Oh! Yeah um.. upstairs and down the hall to the left." You give a half smile and think nothing of it.
How were you supposed to know he'd divert from his directed path completely?
Wilbur completely avoided the bathroom, he didn't even need to use it. This was just an easy and smart excuse to quickly explore the upstairs of your house with minimal chance of getting caught.
It took about two randomly opened doors before he'd found your room, immediately he was hit with the intoxicating scent of you. Your perfume, shampoo, body wash. All in one go.
His eyes scanned the expertly organised mess, from your undone sheets, to the dresser covered in personal items.
But what had really caught his eye was the laundry bin stuffed in the corner of your room
A disgusting thought crossed his mind.
He knew it was wrong, that he was a horny pathetic loser that had severe and unresolved romance related issues, but that didn't stop him from reaching into the dirty hamper and pulling out a pair of white lace panties.
Something about the whole scene was so erotic to him. So romantic.
"So wrong.." He whispers, acknowledging the fact that if he were to do what he was about to do, there would be absolutely no going back.
And so he clutched the used panties in a firm fist, slowly bringing the crotch to his nose before he inhales the scent of your past slick. His eyes roll back and he has to restrain a groan as the sweet scent hits his senses. What he wouldn't give to taste you.
"Fucking Christ..." He sighs into the material, his cock twitching in his jeans as he instinctively reaches his hand down to grab it through the rough fabric, having to control himself.
"Want.. want you so bad.. you have no idea.." It was almost a quiet whimper.
He was snapped out of his intense arousal by the sound of loud laughter coming from down the hall and downstairs.
Glancing towards the ajar bedroom door, he stuffed the panties deep into his pocket, deeming them suitable for... later use. It wasn't like he hadn't touched himself thinking about and holding an item you had last owned or touched...
So, he exited the room, leaving everything else untouched, gently closing the bedroom door behind himself, and walking down the hallway while adjusting himself in his pants as though nothing had happened.
He was smart enough to flush the toilet and pretend to wash his hands, trying to take away any possible suspicion from himself.
Coming back down to the party, his eyes immediately find you, sat relatively on your own, on your own sofa while your colleagues continued to laugh and drink. As much as he seriously wanted to, he decided not to get too close to you for the rest of the night. A horrendous plan hatching in his head.
The night drags on, and you were beginning to get more and more annoyed with the unwanted guests, but to your sheer delight and luck, David deemed it late enough and rounded up the drunks. He had been responsible enough not to drink.
"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, Y/n. These lot just don't know when to stop." He chuckles, a little sheepish as he does a mental head check of all the people he would have to fit in his car.
"It's.. it's fine. People need to let loose every now and then init." You shrug, folding your arms under your chest as you lean on the doorway to your front door.
Watching as he does another scan of your colleagues behind his shoulder, gathered in a messy circle, he looks back over your shoulder, Wilbur looking almost passed out on your sofa behind you.
He winces and then finally looks back at you, "I'm.. I'm so sorry, but could you find another way to get Wilbur home? I would genuinely do it myself.. but I don't have any more room in my car.." He looks away as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
Taking a moment to sigh to yourself, you give a curt nod, "Yeah sure. I'll figure something out don't worry." It was reluctant, but there wasn't much you could do in this situation. Wilbur hadn't brought any kind of car, and you had no idea where he lived anyways. And with the state he currently seemed to be in, he would be of no use in terms of directions.
"Alright well, have a good night." David gave a thin smile and a short wave before turning around and ushering everyone else into his car.
You watched as they drove off safely, they may be somewhat dicks, but that didn't mean you wanted them to get hurt or anything. You turn around and close and lock the front door.
Walking over to Wilbur, you crouch down just in front of him, "What am I actually gonna do with you..." You mumble to no one in particular. He stirs in his semi-sleep, his fluffy hair falling over his eyes as he holds a gentle frown on his face.
"Wilbur... get up. I need to sort out somewhere for you to sleep." You sigh and shake him softly. His brown eyes flutter open slowly and he turns to look at you, "Hm..?" He mumbles, sitting up a little and stretching, wobbling drunkenly as he attempted to stand. He stumbles and you scramble to half catch him.
"Careful." You mumble and hold him, one hand resting on his chest, the other on his back as you take a second to think, "Okay... spare room it is. Can you walk?"
Wilbur frowns a little, looking slightly dazed, "Walk... uh.. yeah. Yeah I can." He slurs his words a little. This man was wasted. So you gently help walk him up your stairs, taking it one at a time before finally making it to your spare room and plopping him on the bed, both of you giving a huff, you from the sheer weight of this man and him from the sudden drop.
"Uh.. I don't know what to do now, I've never really had to take care of a drunk person before.." You mention as you bite at the skin on your bottom lip. You were fairly nervous. There was a large drunk man in your home and you weren't exactly too well aquatinted with him.
"Water! I'll get some water." Thinking quick on your feet you hastily leave the room and go downstairs to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water.
Unfortunately for you, as you turned your back to leave the room, you were completely oblivious to the sly smirk that tugged on the corners of Wilbur's lips.
This was way too easy.
All it had taken was a singular opportunity and some amazing acting skills on his part.
Way too fucking easy you naïve girl.
As you come back with the water and place it on the bedside table, Wilbur groans and turns on his side, his back facing you as he pretended to be too intoxicated to properly function.
"Okay well.. get some rest I guess." You say quietly before swiftly leaving him to it, closing the door gently behind you and heading to your own room to get ready for bed.
How had you not noticed that he hardly smelt of the liquor everyone else had been drinking? Were you seriously that fucking oblivious? You'd basically handed this lacklustre plan to Wilbur on a silver platter. He barely even had to do any work.
Oh well, he wasn't complaining.
You probably just wanted him that badly.
Yeah, that must've been it.
Time ticked on and Wilbur hadn't slept for a single second, counting down the minutes on his phone, waiting just enough time for him to be completely sure that you were asleep. And then he took action, making his move as he quietly exited the room you had so graciously let him borrow. He'd return some sort of favour later on.
Creeping up to your door, the one he had mapped out in his head as he thought up this little scheme earlier when he'd first intruded your forbidden space, he opens it slowly, still being cautious and on guard.
This could all seriously go tits up if he wasn't careful.
Peering in he could see your sleeping figure from the little sliver of open door he had granted himself. There you lay, completely unaware and fast asleep, chest rising and falling calmly from under the large shirt that covered your body. From what he could see, all you were wearing was an oversized shirt, and some shorts.
Perfect.
Tip-toeing his way in, he gently shuts the door behind him and makes his way over to stand by the side of your bed, on the side you slept on.
He stood over you, just staring for a moment as he calmed his ragged and nervous breathing. He could already feel a hard on forming. God, he always seemed to get those so easily.
Wilbur's eyes scanned your body, to your one leg laying on top and out of the sheets, your bare thigh on display for him, the smooth skin was so tempting to touch and squeeze...
"God, what are you doing to me..." He whispers almost breathlessly as he swallows a lump in his throat. You were sleeping in such a vulnerable and easy position for him to be able to just.. take you.
After all of his pining and longing, surely he was owed a little reward for his unwavering loyalty...
So as his shaky hand reaches out, he doesn't think. He just acts.
His big, warm hand came to rest directly on your clothed ass, and he lets out a short breath, quickly sucking the air back into his lungs. He was finally touching you.
Wilbur gives a small squeeze to the mound of covered flesh beneath his palm, his body freezing in a cold sweat as you make a small noise in your sleep and shift ever so slightly. You couldn't wake up just yet. It would ruin everything.
Gulping down the copious amounts of saliva gathering in his mouth, he gives another squeeze, shuddering at the feeling of finally being able to fondle you in some way.
His hand gently trailed up, feeling along your hip, to your waist, and then finally he reached around and grabbed your breast through your shirt, having to hold back a moan as he came to find you had no bra on underneath.
"You fucking wanted this didn't you.. want me so bad, hm? Ready for me, aren't you.." He whispers, breathless and desperate.
He takes a few more seconds, touching, rubbing and grabbing at your unaware body, his hands having trailed up your shirt and onto bare skin, biting his lip as his breathing got hot and heavy.
Wilbur decides he's had his fun fondling and slowly and gently moves to straddle you from behind, moving your body ever so slightly, so you were laying more on your front. No struggle was given, he was a lot stronger than you, even with the dead weight of your unconscious body, which too didn't put up any kind of fight.
His crotch was pressed snuggly right against your ass, causing a shiver from him and a gentle involuntary grind. His hands stayed underneath your shirt, pressing into your body and mattress. Warm fingertips find your nipples, and he starts to rub. A gentle motion that brought him more pleasure than it should've.
Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes in near ecstasy. This was so unbelievably arousing. You laying here beneath his hands, none the wiser, pretty much allowing him to caress you.
Letting out a soft moan, his hips start to move against his will, rubbing the erection in his jeans against the curve of your ass as his fingers continued to stimulate your hardening nipples.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He was so incredibly horny.
Giving a short huff, he worked on the button and zipper on his jeans, lessening the friction and pressure on his cock, a bulge pressing through the open zipper, his black boxer briefs creating a small tent.
Again he bit his bottom lip and began to palm himself, easing the tension in his tip that leaked a little, creating a small, unseen wet patch.
"Fuck.." Wilbur hisses as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing his index and thumb over his covered tip, feeling as a bead of precum drips and stains his underwear.
His mouth hangs slightly open as he shuts his eyes. He needed you so bad.
He moves his unoccupied hand down and to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down just enough that he could get a look at your bare ass and glistening pussy.
His eyes widen as he takes notice of your lack of underwear beneath your shorts, "Holy shit.. you really were ready for me. Such a good girl for me..." He borderline moans as he licks his lips. Even just seeing your pussy in this state was almost enough to finish him.
God he was pathetic.
Holding back a whimper his hands come down on each cheek and spreads them, giving him a better view. He seriously had to hold back a loud groan as he stares down your holes and your clit, almost cumming in his pants prematurely.
Slowly moving down your body, he gets up close and personal with your dripping pussy. Were your nipples seriously that sensitive? He'll keep that in mind.
Brining his nose down to stuff directly into your pussy, he takes a giant inhale, his eyes fluttering as they roll back. God you smelled so much sweeter and fresher than your panties did. The real deal is always better.
He couldn't help himself and gave a curt lick to your essence, his breathing picking up as his eyes close in pure pleasure simply at your taste.
It kick started something in him as he started so suck and lick like a man starved, he inaudibly moaned and hummed against your clit his tongue licking up to then be shoved deep into your hole. Wilbur relished in the soft sighs and moans that came from above him. You were still asleep, yes, but he was making you feel so good with his inexperienced tongue.
Shaking his head with his tongue sticking out, he lapped up your juices, deciding you were wet enough to slide his middle finger into your tight hole. He finally let out a deep groan as he felt the stretch of your pussy as you slowly seemed to suck him in deeper.
He sat up and watched as his finger moved in and out rhythmically, slowly at first, and then starting up a quicker pace, his own hips gently rutting against nothing in a similar way.
Wilbur was so unbelievably desperate.
Deeming you loose enough for a second finger, his ring finger slides in next to his middle, tenderly scissoring you open, trying to get your wet muscle to untighten some more to be able to fit him in.
Hissing in another sharp breath, Wilbur picked up on the way your breathing seemed to get louder and more high pitched in your sleep.
"So fucking hot.." He whines as his other hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pumping his fingers in and out of you.
As he felt more slick leak out onto his hand, he couldn't take it anymore he felt like his dick was gonna explode.
Hastily, his fingers were pulled out of you, he sucked the sweet slick off and pulled his briefs down, just under his dick, pumping himself with the hand that had previously been inside of you.
Gasping and panting, he spread his precum around his almost purple tip, down to his shaft. With how wet you were and how hard he was, it wouldn't be difficult at all for him to penetrate.
With that thought in mind, he trailed the hand that rested on the small of your back, down to your cheek as the other hand guided his cockhead to your entrance. He spread you open for him and then eased his way in. You were just so... small compared to him.
His mouth dropping wide open as his eyelids fluttered, quick gasps of short breath filled the silence next to the wet sound of him entering you. He pushed in slowly, finally coming to a stop when your ass touched his abdomen.
Wilbur was so weak he had to take a moment just for himself. If he hadn't he was sure he would've came on the spot. Directly into you.
"It's like you were fucking made for me.. fit perfectly around my cock... just deep enough to get me all the way in. Such a good girl.. my good girl. All mine." He whispers as he lays his front flush against your back.
"Gonna stay good for me and let me feel you? I deserve this... you know I do.. I can feel how much you want me too.." He whispers right next to the shell of your ear, making a point of his words as he gives one thrust, moaning as his hips met soft skin.
"Ah.." A pleasant moan made Wilbur look up, your eyes were still closed and your brows were ever so slightly furrowed.
"Shhh.. shhhh baby. I've got you. It'll all feel good just let me-" He begins to thrust at a slow and steady pace, his tip deliciously tapping against your cervix, the veins on his cock dragging against your soft and wet walls, creating beautiful friction.
"Oh fuck.. not gonna be able to last if you're.. hah... this tight.." He chuckles into the crook of your neck, laying ghost kisses against sensitive skin.
Eventually, his thrusts picked up in speed and harshness, along with that so did his moans and groans, picking up in volume. Occasionally he'd let out little whimpers, desperate little sounds that happened when you'd accidentally tighten at his base and force his thrusts to falter briefly.
"Hah.. ah.. fuck.. so good.. can't- I- ah..!" He cries out, feeling genuine tears of pleasure gather in his eyes.
His hips repeatedly hit yours, creating a faint plap plap plap sound, he couldn't draw his eyes away from the way your ass would ripple every time he would thrust into you.
But of course, inevitably, you began to wake. He had suspected this would happen. But instead of fear and shame, all he felt was more excitement as he could finally get a bit.. rougher.
"Oh is she finally awake? Hey sweetheart.." He moans as he picks up his pace once again, getting so much faster and harder.
You feel him. Inside.
Your eyes shoot open as you hazily realise what's happening. You try and sit up with a gasp, but his weight is keeping you pinned to your bed.
Before you can even let out any words, a moan is ripped out of your open mouth. Involuntarily, you tighten around him in surprise, and his hips stutter, feeling his release oh so very close.
"W-what the fuck do you think you're doing?! Get off of me!" You yell out and weakly use all of your current strength to try and push him off, to no avail.
He keeps going and only gets faster, slamming his leaky tip into your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll back and one arm stays behind you to try and push him off. Which was stupid because he then sits ever so slightly up, just to grab your wrist and pin it to your back.
"Holy fucking.. ah.. just take it, yeah? Take what I'm giving to you, baby.." He grunts right next to your ear as loud moans start to slip out of your mouth.
Holy shit were you actually enjoying this?
It's not like Wilbur wasn't somewhat attractive, and in all fairness, you didn't actually feel any pain. Just an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Could be due to this being your first time.
"Yeah that's it just relax... I've got you." He kisses the back of your hair and all you can do is whimper.
Christ it felt so.. good.
After some time, you started to genuinely give in, gripping the sheets and even subtly thrusting your hips back to meet him halfway, getting him in deeper.
This didn't go unnoticed.
"Oh yeah? You like that, hm? See- ah.. I told you.." He pants and groans as he feels his thrusts become more laboured and short as he nears his end.
You were approaching that peak much quicker, though.
Dropping your head onto the pillow beneath you, moaning and swearing, trying to keep your voice down, "Don't... don't fucking stop.." You gasp quietly and Wilbur hears, doing exactly as he was told.
He was beyond glad that you had accepted this.
Towards the end Wilbur's thrusts were less dragged out and harsh, instead becoming quick little ruts that was just enough to get you both off. His hands stayed gripping your waist tight enough to bruise your soft skin.
He's panting, feverishly trying to make you both cum as he's watching the white ring of your mixed liquid form a ring around the base of his cock.
"That's it.. that's it gonna- gonna cum.. where do you want me..?" He huffs harsh breaths out as he throws his head back.
You can hardly respond as your knuckles turn white with how strong your grip on the sheets is.
But you manage, "Inside.. wanna feel what it's like..!" You gasp as a certain thrust hits just right, inside of you.
"So fucking- so fucking hot..!" He whines and humps into you.
And finally, that's enough to have you both reeling. Your vision goes white for a second and silent cries leave your wide open mouth as your body trembles.
Wilbur's the exact same way, shaking as his cock twitches, spurting warm cum deep inside of your walls, there's just... so much.
It seeps out from inside of you and around his cock, Wilbur watches in awe as it happens, so content and satisfied as his seed gets emptied. A deep feeling of completion sitting in his chest.
You both sit there, him still nestled deep inside of you as you both try and catch your breaths, coming down from your intense highs.
What the fuck had just happened?
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I'm so sorry for this horrible start to my account and introduction to my rusty writing, I know that this was a terrible plot and had many plot holes but please bare with me, I hope you can forgive me and allow me to make it up to you in my next piece of work that I promise I'll write soon! TT
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"Cooking Stream!"
➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x chef!streamer!reader
➵ CREATING! 12.22.23 | 3167 words
➵ CONTAINING! wholesome cooking, reader is a chef streamer, wil is on tour, wil and reader are longterm friends
➵ SAYING! i thought this would be super cute to write. a little friends to lovers never hurt anyone hehe. also hope you like the little banner! i dont really do those so this is a first. also not proofread aaa sorry
My masterlist :)
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"How long have you been waiting to do that?" "Since we met up at the airport.."
“Hey, Wil, I’m about to start the stream. Are you ready?” I asked Wil. From my stream viewer, I could see Wil’s lengthy figure making the barest silhouette from the dark doorframe he was standing at. He insisted on making “an entrance” for my stream, even if it meant standing ominously in the background of my kitchen.
“Maybe.” Wil replied blankly. I rolled my eyes, seeing that he was already in ‘bit’ mode.
I’ve been a cooking streamer for quite some time now. I share and teach people on Twitch my recipes live and created this community where everyone can feel safe and happy to learn. Occasionally, I even invite some of my friends to cook with me, Wilbur being no exception. This was our first time seeing each other in person, and Wilbur suggested that before his concert (which would be tomorrow) he wanted to do a cooking stream with me. It was like the stars aligned because after such a busy day, Wil specifically had a couple hours of free time to hang out with my community and me.
I stopped my intro music and took down my startup stream screen to reveal my camera, which showcased me, my kitchen, and Wilbur who was just barely visible on camera.
“Hi, friends! Welcome to the stream! Sorry for the delay, our special guest sadly couldn’t make it.” I said faking a distraught frown. I tried my best to avoid looking at chat, but just from a quick glance I could see spams of terror as they pointed out the figure behind me. I picked up a bowl and began my usual intro. “So, my lovelies, grab your bowls!” I reached over and grabbed my spatula. “Grab your utensils! and—” I looked around, acting confused. “Huh, I wonder where my chef hat is..”
Wil arose from the shadows, stomping toward me with his limbs stiff and a blank expression on his face.
“Oh, there’s my chef hat!” I exclaimed, smiling while looking at Wil. In a swift, goofy motion, Wil ducked his head down, making the hat land straight into the bowl I was holding. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Wil tried a desperate attempt to put the hat on my head. Once the hat laid lopsided on me, he turned around with his hands on his hips.
“Hi guys,” he smiled. “As you can see, I will not be the one leading this operation.”
“Yeah, they know.” I mocked jokingly. I placed the bowl and spatula onto the table to fix the hat. “If you guys don’t know, this is Wilbur Soot, but he doesn’t stream much anymore. So frankly, I don’t even know why I invited him.” That snarky comment made Wil nudge me on the shoulder.
“Hey! I’m still relevant on the world web!” Wil exclaimed.
“You know I’m kidding!” I laughed. “But Wil and I met like a loooong way back. Like you were doing your little livestream concerts?” I turned to look at him as he nodded to confirm my words. “And now look at you! In the middle of a whole worldwide tour!” Though he rolled his eyes in response he still had that familiar, dimple smitten smirk on his face.
I was proud to see Wilbur at his position now. I remember all those late-night calls when we would talk about what we wanted to be in few years' time. We were only small baby streamers when we first met. I did cooking streams in my parents’ kitchen and the townhouse he used to stream in was sold off long ago. Now we were in my own kitchen with tens and thousands of people watching us live, and tomorrow, thousands of more were going to watch Wil perform with his guitar and his voice.
It was time to start cooking. Today we were making strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips. I started off by giving directions as to what measurements you would need. Before I do my cooking streams, I like to post what ingredients would be needed the day because sometimes my fans would post selfies of them following my streams live while also cooking.
“So first, lets stir in our dry ingredients, yes?” I looked at Wil, who only eagerly nodded in silence. “So, of course, like all streams, I like to do my measurements while live just in case anyone needs time to catch up. So I hope everyone has their measuring utensils, because I’m about to give the measurements! And of course, I will be providing them on the screen as well.” I stated, looking at my OBS display.
Wil and I began to prep the ingredients. Each time I stated a measurement, Wil would scramble around the kitchen for the key components before emptying the powder into the bowl. I let out a small chuckle. “Wilbur, take your time, seriously! We’re supposed to be enjoying the moment.” I exclaimed.
“But but—!” Wil protested.
“Wil!”
With a defeated sigh, he slowed his movements as he scurried around the kitchen for the rest of the materials. As I stirred the flour and sugar together, I waited for Wil to come with the baking powder and salt. In the meantime, I started to look at chat.
“(y/n) is smiling a bit too much yall”
“YES WILBUR TREAT OUR CHEF RIGHT!!”
“is this (y/n)’s bf?”
Though it’s safe to say Wilbur and I had never had feelings for each other, the comments still flustered me. To prevent myself from getting more flushed, I pointed my attention back to my mixing bowl. Suddenly, Wilbur came behind me, holding the measuring cups.
“Ah, Wil—”
“This would be more an efficient way of getting our ingredients mixed in, no?” Wilbur suggested. His arms were on either side of my body, sprinkling in both the salt and baking powder carefully as his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from such an intimate position but tried my best not to ignore it. After he was done, he set the utensils aside and placed his hands on either side of my wrists, stirring with my movements.
Despite us both knowing that the chat was going crazy at this point, we both enjoyed the moment. Ever since Wil and I met each other in person for the first time, we had this habit of messing around with each other in physical ways. Within the first hour of us being together, we were running around the city, climbing over each other while sitting down, and Wilbur at one point threw me over his shoulder because I was “walking too slow.” It all felt completely natural to us. However, hat made me most flustered about it now in this very moment was the fact that thousands of people were watching us live!
We proceeded with mixing in the ingredients. Wilbur helped combined the wet ingredients as he gradually poured them into the mixing bowl I was stirring (of course, he again insisted that he stood over me as he poured for “maximum efficiency”). After some time with the spatula, took it out and turned towards the camera.
“Alright, so at this point of the process, it’s going to get a little hard to stir the dough, so—” I glanced to my laptop’s stream viewer and saw that Wil was doing silly faces and gestures, completely taking the attention away from me. I watched as he opened his mouth wide and inched closer to me, almost trying to bite me. Without thinking, I took my finger to get a scoop of the batter before turning around and smudging it into Wil’s face.
Wilbur stared at me in shock as a smug grin rested on my face. Swiftly, he took the spatula from my hands, gathered a large glob with his fingers, and smeared it all over my face. My cheek was now lathered with the think substance as I stared at him, bewildered. It was now Wil’s turn to start smiling with his dimples prominent as they could be. “What, you started it!” Wil argued, putting his hands up. My eyes slowly trailed to the open flour bag he had left on the counter. It was as if Wil followed my gaze, because as soon as I reached over to that bag, Wil was on the run.
“What the— Come back here, you prick!” I cried. I grabbed a fistful of flour before aimlessly chasing him around the island counter. His legs were far too long to outrun me, but that also meant he was rather clumsy with his movement as well. We returned in front of the camera when Wil began to lose balance after turning a sharp corner. I took my chance and ran in front of him before dusting him with a fistful of flour all over his apron and face.
I fell into a fit of laughter, clutching my stomach. “Holy shit, Wil! You look ridiculous!” I said in between gasps. Wil stared in utter horror, but soon enough, he started laughing as well when he saw his reflection from the stream viewer.
“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, (y/n), what have you done?!” He cried. It sent me more into hysterics, laughing as I held onto the counter for dear life. “I’m going to try and wash this out now. You better hope and pray for your restroom.” Wil said, waving me off as he made his way to my bathroom.
“In the top left drawer in my room are my baggy clothes you could wear!” I called out. I carried on with the stream, leaving where I left off. I got my stand mixer and turned on the machine so that it could start stirring on its own. I also cleaned up around the area and washed the batter off my face before reading the chat.
“Alright, chat, how we feeling about this stream, huh? Everyone doing good following along? Do you guys like Wil?” I asked. I scanned the chat, smiling at some of the comments.
“Wil and (y/n) are an iconic duo bruh”
“YES CHEF WE LOVE THE STREAM CHEF”
“I’m doing good following along :D”
“WILBUR IS SO FUNNY”
By the time the dough was done mixing, so was Wilbur, who had just finished washing up and changing his clothes. He wore a baggy Artic-Monkeys tee with gray sweatpants that suited him perfectly. “Is the dough done?” Wil said. His hair was a curly mess most likely from wetting it then drying it with a towel. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose with his eyes just barely visible. Something about this look, whether it be his disheveled hair or the fact that he was wearing my clothes, made me blush a little.
“—Oh,” I muttered, barely realizing that he asked me a question. “Yeah, it’s done, we could start placing them on the tray now.” He nodded before coming behind me, placing hands on my waist. “Ah—! Wilbur!” he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With a defeated sigh, I turned off the machine and removed the bowl from the stand mixer. “Come on,” I said. “Help me shape the cookies.”
“Yes, chef!” he enthusiastically remarked. He stood back up, and we were back on business. We proceeded to work together to shape the cookies, making light conversation while also taking some questions from the chat. Wilbur talked about some stories he had on tour. He compared his experiences from when he used to do little stream performances to the big stage in front of thousands of people live.
Once we were done shaping the cookies, we placed the two trays into a preheated oven. I did the dishes while Wilbur offered to tend to my chat. There something so.. Domestic about Wil and I cooking. It came naturally, as if this isn’t the first time we cooked together, and it certainly this wouldn’t be the last. I scrubbed the bowl clean as I thought about the warmth of Wilbur wrapping around my body. How he nuzzled his nose into my scent, then pulling away reluctantly. A small smile formed on my lips. Though I knew deep down that I’ve never felt that way about Wilbur, and I doubt that he felt that way with me, it was still such an ideal way of moving on with life.
“Hey, (y/n)?” Wilbur called out. I shook my head and turned around to face Wilbur.
“Yes?” I asked. I wiped my hands with a dry towel before taking my place next to Wilbur, who had his waist against the counter and his hands holding himself up.
“Chat wants to do a Q&A session with the both of us. I think they’re tired of hearing about my tour stories.” He chuckled.
“Hm, I don’t think they’re tired of you, rockstar,” I smiled. “but sure, let’s do a Q&A with the two of us.”
The chat proceeded casually, and we had a fun time answering some questions. We talked about how we first met, how we grew up together as streamers, and how life has been for us more. However, there was one reoccurring question that we tried to ignore for some time, but at this point, it was rapidly coming up.
“Do you have feelings for each other?” I read out loud.
Wil and I looked at each other. Maybe it was the delusions I had, but there was something so sincere in Wil’s eyes. His eyes almost sparkled under the kitchen warm light, and his brown eyes could easily be confused for a fresh cocoa harvested from the jungle. His eyes squinted like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could ask, he turned away.
“No.” He stated but rather reluctantly. “We’ve just been really good friends for these past years, right?” He turned to me again.
“Mhm,” I hummed. My gaze then drifted to the camera. “Chat, stop shipping us together, seriously! You guys are acting like this is the first time I’ve done a cooking stream with a guy! Shame on you, chat!” I playfully lectured. But in my mind sat some heavy thoughts. I wondered if the reason why Wil was so hesitant was because he felt uncomfortable with the topic. Worry flooded my head, hoping that I didn’t ruin his time on stream.
Ding!
The oven went off, meaning that the cookies were ready. “Ah, cookies are ready!” I beamed, lightning the mood. I looked through the drawers, looking for the oven mitts. However, none were to be found. Wil noticed my confusion and came up behind me, a bit more careful on distance this time.
“Is something wrong?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he leaned down to talk to me.
“Yeah.. I can’t find the oven mitts. Hold on, I probably left them in the washing machine room.” I turned around to face him.
“Alright, I’ll be here.” He smiled. I smiled back before moving past him, leaving the kitchen and headed down the hall to the spare storage room I had. I opened the door and looked around, finding those beige oven mitts I would frequently use while baking something. Without realizing, Wilbur was treading down the hallway.
“Ugh, where are they..” I thought out loud. I dug through the dryer, seeing if they were hiding under the freshly warm clothes. Finally, I was able to achieve the oven mitts. I stood up properly and held the oven mitts as I kicked the dryer closed. I turned around to finally get back to the stream and Wilbur. I wonder if—
Before I could finish thinking, a hand was on a hip and another hand was under my chin. Those familiar brunette curls brushed against my forehead, as I looked up to see Wilbur. His glasses were pushed up so that his face could be close to mine without any trouble. His eyes were half-lidded, almost looked like they were longing. Sparks tingled in my chest as I stared at him. A gulp running through my throat.
“May I kiss you..?” He gently asked. His voice was so low, so sensual, it was like waking up next to him after a long night of cuddling. My face burned, but not a single nerve in my body told me that I should deny his request.
I placed the oven mitts onto the nearest surface, not daring to look away from him. I could feel him getting nervous because even through the dark lighting, I could see his face turning red as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before I could even register my movements, I cupped either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss I didn’t even know how much I longed.
His body sunk into my touch as he held me close with weak warms. His lips, soft and pink, danced with mine with a hunger I never realized he had. They were desperate, yearning for my warmth. Little did I know my movements mimicked his with just as much desperation.
Reluctantly, we pulled away as we held each other tight and close to each other’s bodies. His eyes were clouded underneath his mess of hair and glasses, but a wide smile rested on his face.
“How.. How long were you waiting to do that..?” I asked, breathless.
“The moment we met up at the airport, honestly..” He chuckled. “Come on.. You have a stream to wrap up.” Wilbur walked out of the room. His hand held mine until he was enough distance away, even clutching to my middle finger before departing. I stared as he turned the corner, joyfully greeting the chat as if nothing happened.
I realized that my cheeks were aching from smiling too much. As I listened to Wil ramble some excuse to chat as to why it’s taking me forever to return, I grabbed the oven mitts and slid down the hallway.
Maybe there was a reason why all of this felt so right. How being with Wilbur just felt so natural. I was out of frame, but I couldn’t help but stare at him.
Yeah.. I could get used to this.
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a / n ~ aaahhh hope yall enjoyed! notes of all kind are appreciated :D and like always, thank you so much for the support.
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rysiewrites · 3 months
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"For you—anything."
: ̗̀➛PAIRING. cc!Wilbur soot x sensitive!reader
: ̗̀➛WORDS. 986
: ̗̀➛SYNOPSIS. reader has a shitty day at work and really needs the comfort of their boyfriend. unluckily for them he also had a shitty day and accidentally takes it out of them. fluff ensues.
: ̗̀➛WARNINGS. none really, reader cries and he calms her down. fluff and angst if you squint hard enough. you/yours pronouns used however reader has hair long enough to be tied up.
: ̗̀➛NOTES. hey guys !! this is my first little fic to be written on here!!! I hope you guys like it and if you want more you can use the ask on my page!
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You weren’t expecting your day to be as long as it felt. Your boss was on your ass for something stupid, and everyone was asking far too much of you for one day. The only thing that was holding you back from a mental breakdown was the thought of finally getting home to your boyfriend. 
You walked up the steps of the front porch and fiddled with your keys for a bit before finally inserting it and unlocking the door. You pushed through the door, kicking off your uncomfortable shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack.
It wasn’t surprising that Wilbur hadn’t come to greet you yet. He could have been sleeping, or in his office. With a sigh, you place your bag over the arm of the dining chair. You walk slowly over to Wilbur’s office door, knocking on it lightly before opening it and walking in.
His talking about something random stops when he hears the creak of the door. He looks over at you, seeing the smile on your face. He clicks at something on his computer, presumably to mute. 
“I’m streaming.”
“Yes. I see.” you smile at him tiredly.
He sighs, almost seeming upset in his body language. “I’ll be out in a second okay? Just give me a second.” his tone sounded bored. His voice short and clipped. 
Your mouth falls open in surprise, “I-I okay. Are you okay?” 
His eyes stay on his screen as he talks, “Yes! I said i’ll be out in a minute.” 
You blink, the tears pricking at your eyes. You sniffle, nodding—even though he can’t see. “Okay. I love you.” 
The sniffling makes him look over from his computer, scanning your face and noticing the sadness plaguing your face. 
“Are you—” but you shut the door before he can finish his sentence, letting tears fall from your eyes silently. 
It was stupid. You felt like you were overreacting. But, he was pushing you off and he was the only thing you were looking forward to today. It was dumb. It was stupid.
You went over towards the kitchen to start walking to your bedroom so he didn’t have to see you crying. As you heard the shuffling inside his office you walked a slight bit faster. This was to no avail because his stride was too long with his long fucking legs. 
His door opened and he walked out, borderline running to you from across the room. He grabbed your shoulders to turn you around and you looked down at the ground. His finger found the bottom of your chin, directing your eyes to his. 
“I’m so sorry.” he says, leaning down and kissing your forehead softly. 
Your tears don’t stop as they trail hot on your skin. The frown on his face makes you feel even worse. You shouldn’t be causing him to be upset, and especially not about this.
“Are you okay?” 
That question makes you single-handedly break down more, because honestly? No. No you were not okay. You weren’t feeling okay. The pad of his thumb brought you back to the present, wiping away some of the stray tears that were still falling. 
“Okay. No you aren’t okay. Here.” and he pauses for a moment, looking around before deciding to take you to the couch. He picks you up under your arms, lifting you and holding you bridal style. He walks to the couch and sits you down, laying your legs onto the ottoman. 
He takes a hair tie from around his wrist, brushing your hair out of your face and putting it up behind your shoulders in a low ponytail.
“Breathe darling. It’s okay. I’m here okay?” he says softly. 
You nod at him, becoming hyper aware that you are crying over—probably nothing. Blearily you blink back some tears, attempting very hard to stop crying. 
His hands on your shoulders, and the look of love on his face is what really stopped you from crying in the end. You got yourself together, after more deep breaths that he directed you through.
“Good, okay. Now can you tell me what’s up?” he asks carefully, attempting to step on eggshells and hope they don’t break.
“Yeah—I just..” you trail off, trying to think—truly think about why you were upset. 
“I had a really bad day. I’ve been looking forward to-to seeing you all day. I got home and then you just seemed mad at me when I walked in your office.” you say through shaky breathing. 
He nods at you, listening closely to your words. After a moment of silence he speaks, “I’m so sorry you had a bad day. I’m also sorry that I-I pushed you off when you came in my office. I’d been streaming for a while and just couldn’t find a time to end it. I was annoyed and took it out on you—and i shouldn’t have. I’m sorry my love.” 
You take another deep breath and nod. “Okay. Thank you. I get you were annoyed—not at me, but annoyed.” 
A short moment passes before he’s sat down on the couch next to you, “Do you want to—”
“Cuddle?” you finish for him. “Yes. Yes I do.” 
His soft smile is enough to ensure you made the right decision as you get pulled down by your shoulders to lay on him. His hands find your hair and play around with the loose strands. 
“Do you want to talk about your day?” he asks. You close your eyes.
“No. I just want to sit here with you for now. We can talk about it later.” you see him nod at you from the corner of your eye.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay with that.”
Your head lays back against his chest, and your hands grab at the flannel jacket he was wearing, comforting yourself in his warmth. He giggles at this.
"I love you darling."
"I love you, Wil."
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More fish food for the fishies
This one is 2 years old and is the art that started the way I colour now 👀
He is part owl and owns 5 ducks which each have a name, Buttercup, Clementine, Spot, hiccup and bubbles. Also he's traumatised but it's okay because now he's fine
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mysticalsoot · 5 months
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heaven is you (godbur au)
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first installment of my godbur au & gift to my sister &lt;3
➸ note; i wanted to finish this for @lillylvjy. lillys been a big play in why i still write and why i haven’t given up on shifting or given up on myself or this account. thanks to her i don’t impulsively delete things and i move forward. a few months ago i threw the idea of godbur at her and we talked about it and formed this character, she gives me the credit but she deserves just as much credit as i do. she’s my sister, regardless of biological attachment, she is my sister. i love her and i will protect her for as long as she’ll let me. she’s always there for me, holding me up and supporting me. if i’m upset or hurt, she’s there to listen and offer support. she also spends way more money on me than she should. and i love her, so a little note, don’t mess with her. thank you lills, i love you and enjoy this lil fic i somehow managed to finish in a day! also big thanks to @sleeby-anon for helping me pick out the photo and just helping me with this fic- tysm! you’re very cool and i love u (thank you for being a good friend to lilly :3 )
➸ pairing; godbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want
➸ warning; kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-), i think that’s it!
➸ age-rating; 15+
➸ wordcount; 2k
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"darling," the word rolled off wilbur's tongue with ease, like it had been spoken millions of times. perhaps it had been, but your mind was too foggy with fear and desperation to think clearly, "you can't keep doing this."
he pleads for you, hands on your shoulders and eyebrows pulling together as he looks down at you.
"what else am I supposed to do?" your voice cracks as the words flow out, and he frowns, shaking his head and looking to the side.
"live," he pauses, turning his head to face you. his grip on your shoulders tightens just a bit, "there's more to life than seeking refuge in my world. be alive, live in mortality."
he's begging you, pleading for you. he hates to see you hurt, and he hates the way his world's laws are. you can't be thrust into immortal responsibilities yet, and you can't stay long as a mortal with purpose. you have to go, but you would rather die a million more times before you accept that.
"can't you just let me stay? what's the problem in letting me be free where I want to be, with you," you're pleading with him now. on your hands and knees praying to the god before you to just let you stay. you're standing, knees going weak just a smidge. your eyes are burning from tears and your cheeks are wet with a desperation.
"I can't, I really can't," his frown deepens and he pulls you into his chest, face in his white ruffly shirt. he smells like home, but a home you can never truly have. he cups the back of your head with his hand, rubbing at your scalp with his fingertips as you sigh.
"it's the rules," a kiss to the top of your head and you want to scream and cry and bang at his chest. but you don't, you stay still in his grasp, holding your calm in your hands so tightly.
"the rules are stupid," you mumble into his shirt, he moves a hand to rub your back.
he chuckles, nodding in agreement before speaking again, "I agree, love."
days pass after he sent you back, you mulled over ways and methods you could reach him again in desperate hope he'd finally give in to your pleas and let you stay.
you were wandering the woods, pacing between trees as you tried to narrow down your plans. you could try summoning him, but it wasn't fool proof. you could try to speak to him through meditation, but he sometimes ignored you 'for your sake'.
you weren't sure what would work, and you were kicking yourself for not knowing. but also for the doubts that filled your mind. what if he kicked you out again? told you to never see him again and made sure you couldn't? what if he forced you to live out your mortality purely out of his anger at you. what if he was angry?
you sigh, resting your head against the tree, sighing as you screw your eyes shut, banging your fist against the bark before stepping back.
"what more do you want?" you beckon up at the sky, he's not listening, you're sure of it but you need to be angry at something, somewhere. it's unfair.
"for you to listen," his voice mumbles in your mind and you scoff, shaking your head as the memory of his accent echoes in your mind.
"yeah well, you don't have the best ideas, now do you?"
"y/n.." he murmurs, his tone a gentle warning to you so you don't say something you'll regret. or do something, for that matter.
"wilbur," you copy his tone, mocking it almost before you groan, falling to sit on the ground.
"you know you can't do this, you know that," you can hear the strain in his voice, the way he draws it out and softens it just to reach out to you and make amends for it.
"but what else am I meant to do?" you want to scream at the top of your lungs, cry to him and bitch about the situation you're in. how you're continually denied what you want. you thought you proved yourself, you thought you proved that you could handle immortality. that you could handle him.
it's silent, not a sound is made around you or even echoed in your mind. you wondered if his methods of communication were a curse or a blessing. it felt more like a curse at the moment. it felt like a taunt to you, how powerless you felt down on earth, in morality. you felt so out of control, like a puppet. and maybe wilbur was the puppeteer, but who’s to say it wasn’t someone else? maybe he was just an illusion, a hallucination that controlled your motives and thoughts simply by the prospect of maybe having some hope to grasp onto. a nice, soft candle in the middle of a dark and empty room.
he was the light you couldn’t quite reach.
he finally speaks up, his tone rushed and worried, but his words keep you from second guessing it, “i have an idea.”
“what?” you mumble, nearly tripping over the single word.
“you want to stay with me, yes?” he sounds almost frustrated for a moment before sighing almost exasperated.
“yes, yes, that’s what i’ve been saying. you never listen-“
wilbur cuts you off, “i listen, i promise. okay? i listen to you, now, listen to me for a second, okay baby?”
you ponder for a moment before giving in, “fine.”
“i’ll let you come back, under a few conditions,” you wait a moment, giving him time to list his conditions but he doesn’t seem to budge on his own.
“and what are those?” you fold your arms over your chest, huffing as you imagine wilbur pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing at you.
“i’ll tell you when you get here, okay?” he pauses, sand surprisingly you can hear the hesitation almost as if he were there with you and not just speaking through your mind, “there’s a tree-“
“a tree? wow, so fancy,” your annoyance bubbling up at the way he wasn’t being direct.
he warns you again, a whispering of your name to keep you in line before he continues, “there’s a tree a few minutes in front of you, there will be lilliums around the base and a circle door in the middle. it’ll take you here, no need to do what you normally do, okay? please just, don’t do something stupid and get up here, okay?”
you take a moment before answering, wondering if you want to believe him or ignore him at the moment, “okay, fine.”
you wait a few minutes, making sure he doesn’t have anything more to say before standing up and beginning the walk over to the tree. it feels stupid, how hopeful you are and how confident you feel over walking to a damn tree as if it’ll fix your biggest qualm with the way your god’s world works. you stop short, maybe a good eight feet from the base of the tree, your eyes dancing around and staring at the lilly flowers lining the base and spreading over the roots. you play with the idea of turning around and walking back, abandoning him and any loyalty you had to him. but then you look back at the trunk before you and sigh, giving in and stepping back towards it. your fingers reach out to grasp the hook on the corner, pulling it back and crawling in, not without doubts of course but you aren’t sure what you have to lose.
you pull the door back to close it and turn around, darkness encompassing your whole being as you feel a sort of light feeling take over your senses. are you dreaming? it doesn’t feel like a dream, but it seems like one. are you real? is this real?
your thoughts shut off, cut like a guillotine, but the blade being the darkness and silence. you no longer felt anything but a void, and then you began to feel warm fabric, and then a whiff of cologne hit your nose and then you were finally able to open your eyes.
“i see you’re awake?” you peek up, rubbing your eyes as you take in your surroundings, eyes catching on the familiar figure of wilbur, sitting in a reading chair in the corner of his bedroom. you’ve been here before, you’ve slept in this bed but now it feels different. it’s a good different, but it isn’t the same.
“i am now,” you pause, tossing the covers over and off your legs as you sit up against the ornate headboard, gazing over at him as he meets your eyes and sets down his journal, “what happened?”
“i convinced myself that i could manage switching your role to immortal,” he sighs, moving his gaze to the floor as he chews his lip, mind reeling as he lists off all the rules he broke just to bring his love into his life.
“mm, was it paperwork that kept you from it?” you chuckle, much too happy at the moment to even think of how angry you were and still are at him.
“no,” he chuckles dryly, shaking his head, “it was.. more serious than that but that’s no talk for now. how are you feeling, love?” he stands from his chair, finding a spot on the edge of the bed by your feet and resting his hands on your legs.
“i couldn’t be more tired, what the hell happened? how did i get here?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes as you take note of the pulsing ache at your temples.
“i guided you through a dream, to get here, and once you reached this world, i switched some things around in your file,” he squeezes your calf, his eyes staring at the wall for a good minute before meeting your gaze.
“so that means…?”
“you’re immortal and no longer have any ties with your old world, you’re mine now, just the way you wanted,” he sighs, lifting your legs to lay over his lap as he reaches over and kisses your forehead. there’s a sort of calmness about him that you’ve yet to see until now. you never knew such peace could exist in him.
“i’ll answer any question you have.” you nod to him, acknowledging his offer but not knowing where to start,
you have too many questions to even verbalize, or let alone ask, and the growing headache isn’t helping either. so after a moment’s contemplation, you decide to let the piles questions take a rest while you enjoy your wilbur’s company.
you lean forward and kiss his cheek once, and you watch as a gentle rosiness floods the pale skin that he adorns and his lips curl up in a smile.
“how about we have a day to ourselves and celebrate?” you suggest, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers, chewing on your lip as you keep your eyes down.
“okay, as long as you promise to ask questions later?” he tilts your head up by your chin, a loving care in his eyes.
“promise,” you smile, kissing the tip of his nose before continuing and jumping off the bed, “now show me that pretty garden you have, yeah?”
he smiles, standing up and meeting you where you stand. he leans down, hands resting on your cheeks with giggles escaping his lips at your excitement, “may i kiss you first?”
“yes, sir you may,” your fingers wrap around his waist as he brings his lips to yours, smiling softly as your mouths move in sync. a moments pass before you both need air and you pull back, moving to tug on his hand, “now come on! show me the lilliums!”
he leads you out to the garden, smiling the whole way as he can’t help but to think how grateful he is that he broke a few rules and let heaven be you.
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angstyx · 11 months
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Hi, if possible, i would love a Karl Jacobs or Wilbur Soot imagine (you can decide which one you want to write more) where Karl or Wilbur is reader's brother's best friend.
Oh no, he's cute
CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader
Word Count: 310+ words
Summary: You find out that your brother's best friend is kinda cute... and that you may have a crush on him… oops?
TW: cursing, shouting
Requested?: [Yes] [No]
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"And here's my room! [Name]'s room is across from mine but they usually never come out as far as I know," your brother jokes, right as you open the door to go downstairs.
Your brother and the guy next to him turn to look at you. You're about to turn around and go back inside your room to prevent any social interaction but your brother had other ideas. Damn him.
"Look who finally decided to leave their room. [Name], meet my best friend, Wilbur. Wilbur, meet my sibling, [name]." You internally grown and turn around to face the two. Before you could flip your brother off, his friend flashes you a big, friendly smile and nervously waves at you. "Hey," he says awkwardly. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen.
Oh shit, he's cute. Too cute.
Literally, shut up [name]! He's your brother's best friend! Though that doesn't really matt-
You quickly cut off your thoughts and give Wilbur a nervous smile back. "Hey..." Your brother gives you a knowing look but you ignore him. Hopefully, Wilbur doesn't think you look messy in your pjs.
Since when did you care about what your brother's friends think about you [name]? Since the moment you met this one. If someone took a look at your mind at that moment, they would've thought you were weird for arguing with yourself.
Before your brother could say anything more, you quickly turn around and walk back into your room, immediately shutting the door. You flop onto your bed and groan.
Shit, were those butterflies in your stomach? You quickly bring your hands to cup your face. Its warm. No way you like Wilbur when you literally just met him. Like, literally just minutes ago. Though he is kinda cute. Damn it, you were gonna think about this for the rest of the week, weren't you?
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