#god!wilbur smut

[mysticalsoot]

a very godbur christmas

a godbur smut fic with so much fluff

➸ note; happy birthday to me and happy Christmas event kick off to you all, have your first smut fic from me, don't expect another for a good while! it literally took me like five months to write the actual sex part but merely less than a day to write the aftercare- also thank you to my darling sister for reading it every time i forced asked her to bc i needed an outside opinion

➸ pairing; godbur x afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms aside from anatomy is used!)

➸ summary; you make a request during one of your long stint stays, only to be met with two more gifts you didn't see coming. sweet sex with darling godbur !

➸ warning; afab anatomy is mentioned, like pretty blunty at that- size kink, daddy kink, soft top wil, a bit of degradation but honestly wil can't do that for long, p in v, penetration, kissing, really soft aftercare, praise, subspace if you squint, non sexual use of daddy after the fact. excessive pet names (puppy, bunny, honey, hun, pup, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, love bug), use of slut and whore (the brief degradation). observations of will being a lanky, giant of a man (nonsexual context then)

➸ age-rating; 18+

➸ wordcount; 4.5k

main masterlist // godbur masterlist

MINORS DNI!! please do not read if you're under 18 and if you do, that's your fault, not mine.

you'd be spending a lot of time with wilbur lately, staying longer and longer each stay. being held by him, having quiet domestic moments with him. not to mention getting ready for christmas, decorating and baking and filling him in on each and every tradition. you knew you'd have to go soon, be sent back to mortality. this never lasted long. you both knew it, despite your deep growing hatred for the fact.

after you told him of the gift giving tradition, he'd been asking what you wanted for christmas, what he could give you. despite the fact he would without a doubt give you way more than you asked for.

you turn over to face him, a hand on his chest as you look down at him, "I know what I want," your statement was straight forward but the god before you still gave you a look of question.

"what? eternal life here? I told you, love, you can't-" you cut him off with a quick and open mouthed kiss to his lips and he gasped softly before settling into it. his hands which you noted were soft and rough at the same time, perfectly shaped-

"no, I know I can't break you on that," you pause, sitting back on your knees beside him on the bed. you had your eyes angled down on his, both of your gazes were filled with lust. you didn't need to say it, you were both thinking it, "I want my visits worth while," you didn't elaborate, you simply left it there and everything was understood.

your lovely god smirked, he smirked with such conviction and teasing that you couldn't tell if it annoyed you or made you feel giddy inside. you were so unsure. he grabbed your hips with his hands, and pushed you to lay on your back as he rolled his body on top of yours.

"oh darling, I'll make it all worth while," he spoke lowly, a sort of desire and desperation braided into his voice. his words came out as almost a growl or sorts, but fuck, it only made the fire spread and build inside you. you wanted him. badly.

"don't hesitate then," you smirked and just as your words finished leaving your lips, he dove down to take them into a bruising kiss. lips melded together in a deep exchange, teeth pulling them and nipping and you swore he nearly drew blood. he kissed you with such haste and need, you weren't sure if this man was a graceful god or an animalistic human starved of this intimacy.

wilbur began to run his hands down your sides, the kiss still intense and connected. at first, his palms and fingers grazed and held your body with a soft care, and then you whimpered and a switch flipped inside his brain. he let out a soft groan, his kisses leaving your mouth to messily line your jaw, down onto your neck. he nipped and nibbled, a suck or two here and it felt like the gods were gracing you with a personal fireworks show. and in all honesty, one of them was.

his hands got harsher in their grasps and squeezes after that switch of intensity was flipped. he was groaning roughly into your neck and his hips leaned down, meeting yours gently and you gasped, your hands finding purchase in the curls on his head, tugging softly. you felt a hardness graze your thigh through your pants and his.

his body was warm as he presses himself against you, he's warm and comforting, like a golden wave of energy surrounding you-- you pushed him up and you began to undo the buttons on his shirt and he lowered his kisses for a moment before he swatted at your hands gently.

"no, no, baby- I do the undressing, got it?" He growled softly into your ear before nipping at the earlobe and he pulled back. he hastily undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off slowly, making a show of it. you squirmed under him and he shot you a warning glare. you wanted to know what the warning was about, you wanted so desperately to find out. "don't be such a whore, sweet one--"

His words drew a whine from your throat and he only chuckled, "I die so I can see you and be fucked-- that's more whorey than trying to take off that damn shirt-"

His lips quirk into a sharp smirk, looking down and shaking his head, "oh you're right, aren't you, baby? you're such a whore you find anyway you can to be under me, hm?" He holds the smug smirk as he dives down to attack your neck in kisses, not bothering with your shirt. he's just as desperate as you, with the way he's hastily undoing his pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before throwing them on the ground beside the bed.

He looks to you, slender fingers ghosting over your own jeans and you nod. He hesitates, "words, baby."

And you nod again, rolling your eyes in a playful and loving way, "yes, you may,"

"Good baby," he growls softly, doing the same as he did with his own pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside without a single care. he dives down again, kissing you deeply and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. he nips and sucks at it, your whining echoing against his skull and he can't help but whimper against your mouth. you want to throw a snarky comment at him, break his ego just a little bit, but you stop. your mind is fuzzy, for one, too over took with anticipation to come up with any decent comeback. but, for two, you can't help but feel an incessant love in his actions.

he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, "Color, darling?" he speaks so softly, a whisper, a promise. he's so soft all of a sudden and you haven't a clue why.

"Green, daddy," You say it without thinking, without second-guessing the syllables that spill from your mouth. when he freezes and looks at you, your face burns red. you hadn't ever used the name in a non joking context (what he thought was joking), let alone in a sexual manner, so to say the least; it caught you both for a whirlspin.

"sorry- sorry, wilbur- it was an acc-" you're immediately cut off by a searing kiss, one that makes you take a few steps back and squeak before you're able to settle into it, to realize it's even happening. when you do, you sigh, grabbing onto the curls on his head and tugging slightly, whimpering into his mouth and whining against him. he slides your underwear down, letting it bunch at your knees, he's slow with how he sinks his hand down. two fingers between your folds and circling your clit in a smooth and soft motion. you whimper, a soft moan following as he pulls back, still circling it and adding slight pressure as he holds your face in the other hand. his knees are what's keeping him above you as he kisses your jaw so sweet and soft.

"how are you feeling, baby?" wilbur whispers, and you let out another sweet moan as he adds a bit more pressure. tt's gentle, it's loving and it feels so fucking good.

"Good.. sooo good.." your words slur a bit, and he chuckles at how far gone you already are. how long has your desperation been this bad?

"mm, you miss my hands, honey? They way they press-" he emphasizes with his fingers pressing against your entrance, but not sliding in. You're not as ready as he wished you'd be. granted you were soaking the moment your sweet moment with him turned less than sweet, he's specific with how much teasing and taunting he does before he… commits, shall I say. "you miss the way daddy makes you feel, huh? The way I fill you up? when you're so full of me you can't do anything but whimper.. such a beautiful little slut, huh? all for me.. for your god."

you nod softly, wrapping your fingers into your curls as you whine; eyes wide and soft, full of love for the god above you. words slipping away, unable for you to even use them, to speak back to him.

"love," he grabs your chin, pinching it between his fingers and you whine at the way his hand no longer rests between your legs, "use your words, baby," he coaxes, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"mm, yes," you mumble, squirming under him, whining and desperate for more of his touch, "please?" you beg, not elaborating yet it's both clear what you're wanting. you want more than just his fingers, need more-- but he has his methods and you're much too busy feeling to even bother with arguing.

"just a few more minutes, okay? only a few, bunny," he leans his face down into the crook of your neck, placing soft gentle kisses on the skin as he slips his pointer finger inside you; grazing your walls as his thumb gently circles around your clit. he watches as you open your eyes to glare at him, visually telling him off for the teasing he's doing. he chuckles softly, "okay, okay, baby," another finger joins, and he curls them back as he begins to move them in and out. his mouth leaves behind marks in the wake of his kisses and you can't help but whine at every sensation and touch he provides.

as he moves to pull his fingers out, he goes back in; deeper. curling his fingers when he pulls back again, then spreading them gently, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort you may be feeling. all he notices is the soft moans that slip from your lips every few seconds, a response to each touch he makes.

he uses his free hand to rub your cheek, keeping your eyes and attention on him as his fingers do the work, "bunny, how are you feeling?"

"mm more?"

"use more words, hun," you whimper, whining softly up at him and using your eyes as a method to convince him. it takes a few more moments of this before he nods, "color?"

"green," you smile softly, gasping when he pulls his fingers away, slipping them in your mouth to suck off your essence and taste yourself.

"good baby," his lips curve as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping your lips with his thumb before he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. he readjusts his position, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as his hands lift your hips up to meet his, "color?" he mumbles against your lips; sounds of breathing melding together as he situates himself and lines up at your entrance.

"green, promise," you bite your lip, eyes cast up on him, your hands tangled in his curls as his hands slink up onto your back.

"good baby.. that's it," he hums, lips finding purchase on your neck; nipping and sucking with glee as he slowly sheathes his cock inside of you. you feel the familiar stretch of his size, eyes daring to look down at how much of it you can see through the bulge that always forms. his fingers ghost over the rounded area of your stomach and he groans, "already so full of me, aren't you?" he smirks, eyes met with yours as he rubs the skin of your stomach, settling inside you and letting you adjust to how big he is.

"mm yeah.. feels so good," you drawl out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel him bury himself just a bit deeper; hips flush with one another.

"oh, baby, I haven't even moved?"

"so?" you slur, biting your lip as he holds your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin.

"color?" he murmurs, moving to kiss gently against your neck and collarbone. you want to feel this heaven for a bit longer. you don't want him to move yet, you need to revel in the feeling of being so absolutely and desperately full of your god.

"yellow.. need a minute," you look up at him, fingers running over his lips and tracing the shape, and you lean up to bring him into a sweet kiss, pulling back and mumbling, "green,"

he smiles, kissing all over your face as he starts to move, thrusting with care as he builds up a quicker pace but being as gentle as possible. his hands roam your sides, fingers gripping as he shuts his eyes. groans slip from his mouth, lips agape and letting every moan and grunt slip past and travel to your ears.

"fuck, you feel so good, baby.." he groans, opening his eyes to glance down at you and watch your expression. your mouth is open slightly, whimpers and moans meeting his. he leans down to bring his lips to your neck again, leaving behind sweet love bites.

your sweet sounds of pleasure speak for itself, soft moans and whimpers are music to wil's ears. his thrusts become rougher, each one going deeper than the last; your mind reeling as your fingers grip the sheets.

"fuck, fuck," he grunts, face hidden in your neck as your back arches up into him, "feel so fucking good, baby.. such a good slut, mm? fuck you're so tight," he murmurs, using every word he can to his advantage.

his hands move from your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as his thumbs draw messy circles with every thrust of his hips. the sound of heavy breaths, moans and skin against skin fills the air; the scent of sweat and sex swirling with it.

you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, eyes rolling back as his head tucks into your neck. he slows down a moment, "you okay honey?"

you nod rapidly eyes shutting tightly now, and he slows a bit more, lifting his head and grabbing your chin with his hand; forcing you to meet his gaze.

"words, baby," he croons, kissing the tip of your nose before a moan slips past his lips.

"faster, please?"

he nods, smirking as he quickens the pace, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet, slow kiss that says everything words do not convey. his hands fall back to your hips, lifting them slightly to give a better angle; and you whimper at the change. the way he goes deeper inside of you, the head of his cock grazing the deepest wall inside of you. his shaft running over that sweet spot with every thrust he makes, every movement of his cock.

your mind felt fuzzier and fuzzier by the second; melting into useless mush. there wasn't a way in hell you could speak if you had to now, all you could focus on was the tightening of your stomach and the absolutely heavenly feelings your darling god was providing to you.

wilbur begins to leave soft, messy kisses across your face as his thrusts begin to falter, getting messier and less precise with each movement.

"are you close, bunny?" he mumbles, kissing the shell of your ear as your moan a bit louder than you have, the knot in your stomach tightening tighter than it has before. you reach onto his back, digging your nails into the skin and creating half moons. you muster up the energy to nod your head, rapidly moving it as a yes; whimpers and whines following suit.

he grunts, hips sputtering as he draws closer to finishing, you swear you're gonna finish first, but lord knows he'll do everything he can to finish with you. he mumbles a quick question to you, if you want him to pull out or fill you up. and despite your melted mush for a brain, you mutter a response to the latter. you want him to stay inside you, to fill you up so full that all you can feel is him.

he glances down again, biting his lip and nearly coming right then when he yet again, sees the bulge he creates. he moves a bit faster, trying to bring you both over the edge. he reaches to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he pulls you in for a final kiss.

"come with me, okay?" he mumbles against your lips before muffling any cry or moan you make as you come undone beneath him, he follows suit, filling you completely with his warmth. he gasps softly, pulling away from the kiss as he moves to rub your waist with his thumbs, kissing your face sweetly as you both catch your breath.

"baby, you did so good.. so so good. you took me so well, hun.." wilbur murmurs, fingers rubbing soft circles as he stays buried inside you for a few more moments.

"such a good puppy, yeah? sweet baby.." he sighs, pulling out not too long after he speaks, laying beside you and pulling you on top of him.

"so tired, daddy.." you whisper against his chest, nuzzling closer to his warm body as you can. his fingers sift through your hair, ghosting kisses on the top of your head.

"I know baby, but you were so good, did so good.. rest here, okay? get a little nap and then we'll have a bath, mm? how's that sound?" he coos, kissing your cheek as you sleepily smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he pulls you up closer by your lower back. he pulls the covers up over both of you, rubbing your back as he lets you nap for a bit.

before you fall asleep, you quickly mumble to him, "you were good too, daddy.. thank you," he smiles softly at your tired and slurred words, kissing your temple as he watches your breath even out.

he rubs your back as you nap happily on top of him as he watches you, thinking over the rest of his gift to you. this wasn't even part of it, yet you asked for it and he happily provided. he had other intentions, the big one being letting you stay in his world for eternity; or however long you wished. along with any other gift he had collected and created, wrapping it up and hiding it away in a room you never went into.

not too long after you fell asleep, he kissed your forehead and laid you down gently, tucking you in as he pulled on his underwear. he went into the bathroom, starting a warm bath with bubble bath and scented candles lit around the room. the lights off and the only light being the softer yellow light of the candles.

he sat on the edge of the bathtub, running his hand under the faucet, making sure it's not too hot or cold. he then put some rose petals on the floor and in the tub. he set up some towels on the stool beside the bathtub, with water and snacks for you both (but mostly for you).

he sat there waiting for the tub to fill before he heard you pattering close to the bathroom.

"daddy?" you called, sniffling softly.

"in here, pup," he smiles, standing up and walking up to where you stood by the doorway. you changed into a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. he kneeled a bit, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, "you okay, love bug?"

you nod, wiping your eyes a bit, a few more sniffles before you hum, "a bit, thought I lost you,"

he frowns, shaking his head before he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back and kissing your head.

"I'm here, baby, it's okay," he coos, leading you over to the edge of the bathtub to where he picks you up and pulls you onto his lap, "how about you go pee while I go to the kitchen, yeah?"

you nod softly, hugging him close for a second before hopping off his lap and handing him the blanket before he scurried out to give you privacy; turning off the tub in the process. he hurried down the hall, slipping into the kitchen where he starts a cup of tea for you. you don't particularly like it, but he knows you'll drink it if he makes it for you. it helps your throat, you know this but it's just so gross to you. when the tea is finished, he carries it back to the bathroom, setting it on the little empty table next to the stool. he smiles as he sees you sitting on your knees, leaning over the edge and playing with the water.

"you ok, bunny?" he whispers, hand rubbing your back. you look up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. you nod softly, standing up and reaching for him. he picks you up and holds you close, kissing your cheek over and over again.

"bath?" you mumble, body held tight against his. he chuckles softly and nods, pulling back and helping you undress and slip into the bath. he pulls off his own boxers before he slides in behind you, pulling you against his chest, fingers running over your belly.

he kisses your shoulder, his fingers sifting through your hair lovingly.

"how are you feeling, little bear?" you sigh, leaning your head back as he draws little shapes on your belly with his finger tips.

"tired, but good.. thank you, for earlier."

he smiles, nodding with a kiss to your bare shoulder, "you're welcome, sweetie," he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your neck and under your ear for a moment, "you want me to wash your hair, baby?"

you nod softly, humming, "mhmmm," then rest your hands on his knees, rubbing your thumbs over the skin through the water. you admire the difference of size between his legs and yours, giggling softly.

"what, bun?" he croons, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, running it through your hair as he waits for your response.

"I'm smaller than you, by a lot," you mumble, chewing your lips as you scoot closer against him.

"yeah, you are, huh? do you like that?" he asks, smiling softly to himself as he tilts your head back; rinsing out your hair.

"yeah, easier to be held by you," you sigh, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back further onto his shoulder. he smiles sweetly, a kiss to your nose as he finishes washing it.

he lets silence drape over you both, fingers rubbing circles on your belly again before he speaks up, "I have a proposal for you, for your Christmas gift."

"mm? yeah daddy?" you look up at him, eyes fluttering open as you gaze up at him, your hands reaching to play with his fingers.

"how do you feel about getting to stay here indefinitely, mm? be my immortal love?" he watches as your eyes widen with excitement, pure joy filling you as you sit up and grab his hands tightly, splashing some water in the process.

"really?"

"really, baby,"

you smile widely, muttering thank you's to him as you hold onto him, hugging his neck. he holds your back, pressing your smaller frame against his chest as he chuckles at your joy.

"are you that happy?"

"yes! yes, I am, I get to stay with you and be with you and I get to have you to myself. i get to have my daddy and- i- thank you," you whisper the last part, calming down from your rant as you take a few soft breaths. he reaches forward to caress your cheeks with his thumbs, rubbing back and forth as he smiles admiringly at you.

"I'm glad, and you're welcome, love bug," he pauses, gazing down at you as you move to sit in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as he drops his hands to your back again, "no more sex for a while?"

"nuh-uh, I am sore, maybe in like... a week?" you suggest, shrugging nonchalant as he rubs your upper arms.

he chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, "youuuuu mean in a month?" he smirks softly, drawing his hands down from your arms onto your sides, pulling you towards him.

"well, maybe on Christmas Eve but-"

he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, "in front of the fire?"

"with a candle?"

"look forward to it then, my love," he smiles, kissing your cheek before letting you rest on his chest, his hands running up and down your back as you sigh. you nuzzle your nose against his skin, finding peace in his warmth and touch.

not too long passes before he's sitting up with you, holding you by your lower back and pressing kisses to your jaw, "ready, baby?"

you nod softly, yawning tiredly as he steps out of the bath first, picking you up and standing you up against him. he holds you to his chest as he drains the tub, reaching over to the towels to wrap you up and help you dry off. he then dries himself off, which you just watch him with tired eyes, wanting to help but not having the energy to. you also knew he'd swat at your hand and get onto you. then he'd say; 'i'm meant to take care of you right now, not the other way around'.

you felt it was unfair, but arguing with him was fruitless. you whined softly, watching as he quickly put on his underwear. he smiles, shaking his head softly, "hold on, hun,"

he stood up, boxers on as he starts to pat you dry, "I wanted to help you, though," you whisper softly, looking up at him; damp curls hanging over his forehead as his light stubble gets highlighted in the dim light.

"mm.. maybe next time, okay? I'm here to care for you and you need to be cared for. deal?" you hesitate before you nod, letting him gently pat you dry, wrapping you up in the towel before he picks you up to carry you into the bedroom.

he sets you down on the edge of the bed as he hurries over to the dresser, grabbing a set of his boxers for you and one of his sweaters. you'd choose his clothes over yours any day and he knew that better than anyone. he helps you put them on before he brings you into his arms again, a few giggles from you before you both lay on the bed. you're tucked against his chest, head under his chin as he rubs your back again, playing with your hair.

"you okay, my love?" he whispers against your hair, kisses placed at the crown of your head as you nod.

"better than okay, daddy," you nuzzle against his chest, hands on his bare waist as you rub your fingertips and make shapes on his skin.

silence befalls on both of you, and he swears you're asleep, until you tiredly mumble, "I love you, daddy," which earns a smile and a sigh from him.

"I love you too, baby. you rest now, okay?" he mumbles, a few quick kisses before you fall asleep. he watches for a few minutes before falling asleep himself; feeling fully at peace with his love in his arms, being held and safe.

you'd both say this night was full of beautiful Christmas gifts, dare I say the best you could receive.

nsfw taglist; @lillylvjy @enanon (ask to be added!! 18+ only ty!)

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[slxtmeri]

i need clay to fuck me and breed me until i cant remember anything but his name.

GUYS HELP ME

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[justpuppylove]

i love your work so much!! may i request some nsfw wilbur headcanons? 💗💗

NSFW WILBUR SOOT HEADCANONS

THANK YOU AND OF COURSE :3

I’ve already written some smut on him so that’ll be incorporated in this

-Hes definitely a hard dom, he’s always rough with you and he loves teasing you.

-I’ve already said this but he’s suck a painslut omfgggg. He loves his hair pulled, he loves when you dig your nails into him, and he loves when you bite him. That shit definitely makes him hard.

-Wilbur for sure has a breeding kink, “Want me to fill you with my kids? You’d love that wouldn’t you darling?” Aughhhhh he’d fill you up over and over again and just watch as his cum leaks out of you.

-He’d put you on your knees and make you call him your god. “So pretty for your god hm?

-He loves being told how good he’s making you feel, he loves being praised while degrading you. He’d be so smug about it too “I make you feel good dont I? You’re such a slut for me. Such a dirty whore, do you think you deserve to cum?”

-As much as he hates to admit it, you make him jealous so fucking easily. Laughing with your friends a little too long? Someone getting flirty with you without you realizing? Wearing something a little too revealing? Fucked. Fucked. Fucked.

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[schlattsdoll]

Okay I thought of this while I was getting smth out of the car a few months ago (don’t ask lol)

Anyway

So, you go to a Lovejoy gig and you’re close to the stage. Will keeps making eye contact with you and it’s almost like he’s admiring you. And of course, you’re filming him, you’re getting this on camera. I mean, who wouldn’t? After the gig you’re outside on the sidewalk and Will comes up to you, guitar (in its case) in hand. And obviously this is after all the fans have left after trying to get the bands attention and you’re just trying to get an Uber. “Hey- I uh, thought you were really pretty and I was wondering if you wanted to go back to my place?” He asks you. Of course you say yes and ask for a picture and hug which he happily accepts. Once the band has gotten all their equipment put up in the van and has sat in said van Will pulls you down onto his lap and snuggles into the back of your neck, leaving soft kisses there. It makes you feel hot and flustered and the band is giggling at the two of you. And when you and Will get back to his those kisses get rougher and move to different places. Then, the two of you move to his bedroom and…. I’ll let you write the rest :)

(I’m sorry this is so long😭)

call me what you like - wilbur soot

warnings: smut{18+},afab reader, oral {m receiving} , rikki getting carried away,

you made damn sure you were as close to the barricade as humanly possible, it was lovejoy after all, and you had a crush on a certain singer. it wasnt often you attended a concert solo, but you made sure to make the best of it, making friends in line and the people around you. the preshow music cuts off and the lights dim, as the boys make their entrance. your phone camera is recording your beloved band, and you notice wilbur making his way towards your side of the stage. excitedly you zoom in your camera, and in a blink and you'll miss it moment, he winks at you. the rest of the concert you began to notice him favoring your area, and making eye contact with you.

the concert wraps and sadly, you didnt get a setlist or will's guitar pick like you had hoped for. the venue empties out, fans now desperately running outside to try and see them board the bus. you began to walk out of the venue and pulled up uber on your phone when you feel a tap on the shoulder. it was none other than wilbur soot himself. "oh my god! i'm such a huge fan of yours!"

will chuckled, "hello, obviously you know who i am, but i think you're really pretty and would like to get to know you." a tall man with shaggy brown hair smiled at you. "y-yeah, of course! my name is y/n." you managed to get out without turning into a total mess. you kindly ask him for a picture before he helps you sneak out the back. the whole time, you two are talking and shamelessly flirting. "i'd love to keep this going darling, why don't you come back to the bus with me for a drink?"

after you snuck into the bus, he realized there wasn't enough seats, and he simply pulled you down onto his lap. "i hope this is okay love, just wanna be close to you." he smiles up at you and kisses your cheek. his arms holding your back to his chest as his placed gentle kisses along the back of your neck, hands rubbing smooth circles into the plush of your thighs. his bandmates biting back laughs and giggles while your face flushes.

joe hands you and wilbur glasses of a clear liquid, and you cheers with them and down the shot with ease. the burn of alcohol in your throat, you smile and wiggle back into will, who's more than happy to be holding you. you do your best to turn around without getting off your seat, and he laughs until you managed to face him. "hi." "hello love." he kisses your cheek once again, then your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips. your hands make their way to his hair, tugging the chocolate strands gently and if you listened close enough, you could hear a faint moan into the kiss.

the bus finally stopped at his apartment and you both pulled away breathlessly, a flush on both of your cheeks. he grabs his guitar and guides you too his room. "now, where were we?" he asked, placing down the guitar and sitting on his bed, patting the spot next to him. you walked over and instead of sitting next to him you straddle his lap, "somewhere about here." he smirks up at you, his hands finding their way up your back. he pulls you down and kisses you fiercely, hands fumbling towards the bottom of your top, tugging gently as a hint for you to raise your arms. you oblige his request and he does the same. he oogles your breasts, hands tentatively reaching forward for them. "may i?" you nodded your head and wilbur kisses his way down from your jaw to your neck, little purple marks blossoming down his path. he continues down to your clavicle, the finally your chest. taking one in his mouth, the other in his hand. his tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his hand gropes and squeezes, his thumb rubbing over your other nipple gently. once he's satisfied with his work on the one, he switches and repeats. "will, stop being a tease." you whine as he continues his ministrations on your breasts. he smirks and pinches and bites gently, causing your back to arch, grinding your clothed cunt down onto his growing erection. will pulls away, a dopey smile on his face, "sorry love, your tits are just amazing. wanna keep kissin' them." he places one last kiss to each before laying back against the bed, you now on top of him.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to darling." his arms are bent behind him, holding himself up. you shake your head, "i want you will, please take me?" another smile on his face as he replies "how can i say no to a sweet thing like you?" his hands rub your back gently as you lean down, now repeating his trail of kisses and bruises to him. as you do so, you shift down off the bed and onto your knees, pulling his jeans down his legs. you can see the growing wet patch near his tip, and he sucks in a breath as you palm him over his boxers. pulling those down too you see his cock spring out and slap against his tummy. he's not very thick, but what he lacks in thickness he makes up for in inches. you wrap your hand around it and stroke it tentatively, watching his eyes clench shut as you kitten lick the tip. "who's being a tease now love?" he jokes, right before he bites back a moan due to you licking down a particular vein, then taking the older man's member in your mouth. his hand makes its way down to your head where his fingers tangle in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail for you. he helps create a steady rhythm, bucking his hips while you keep your mouth open, until he eventually thrusts a little too hard, his large cock hitting the back of your throat. his eyes roll back as he moans, then he quickly pulls out, "'m sorry darling. did i hurt you?" you shook your head no, and to further prove him wrong you took him down as far as you could go, sucking and slowly bobbing your head. "fuck, just like that love. don't stop."

as he got close, he pulled himself out of your mouth. "normally i would return the favor, but i just can't wait to be inside you." will helped you off your knees and back and onto the bed. your jaw ached as he flipped up your skirt, seeing your frilly panties soaked, "all this just for me darling? you got this wet just from sucking my cock?" you could feel his calloused fingers from the flimsy material, whining for more contact. will pulled your panties down and flung them somewhere in the room. "you poor thing, all worked up. don't worry your pretty little head love, i'll take care of you." his thumb rubbed slow circles on your clit as he pushed himself into your hole. "s'fucking tight darling, feels so good."

his hips crashed against yours, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. your moans of "fuck, will. dont stop." being music to his fucking ears. he leaned down to kiss you as he drilled into you, each thrust harder than the last. he brought his hand back to your sweet spot, rubbing at a speed to match his pace. you always thought he'd be skilled with his fingers but you never could imagine like this. his pace grew frantic and sloppy, eager to chase his release. “come on love, cum for me.” he said, feeling your walls tighten as you grew close to your own.

your back arches off the bed, eyes wide as will fucks you through your orgasm. “such a good girl, look so beautiful cumming on my cock.” he kisses you sweetly, and pulls out. stroking himself until he finishes on your stomach. after running to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, he gently cleans you off, being sure to be mindful of your sensitive area. flopping on the bed next to you he smiles and says “i don’t normally do this, but you’re just so beautiful i couldn’t help myself. tomorrow, let me take you on a proper date.” he kisses your cheek and you agreed. he pulled you close and held your waist. “you know, you don’t have to leave. please stay?”

and the whole night was spent talking and cuddling. you did eventually leave to get ready for your date with him, and he was a perfect gentleman. he drove you home and waited outside for you.

“so, darling, where are we off too?”

thank you so much for reading! as always my inbox is open for requests 💚

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[saccharinesunsetretired]

Stress Relief | L’Manbur x Reader

This is my literal first smut ever, and it took me multiple days to work up the courage to post it lmao

Summary: You once told Wilbur that he was welcome to use you while you were asleep. After a particularly stressful day as president, he decides to take advantage.

Warnings: Somnophilia, rough sex, reader is afab but gender neutral

Word Count: 1.9k

MINORS DNI

It started when you caught him one night. You were asleep, resting your head in your and Wilbur’s new home in L’Manberg. Wilbur truly had tried his best not to wake you, keeping his moans and grunts to a minimum, but his attempts had failed. You caught him at three am, touching himself desperately, head tilted back and eyes closed.

“You know, if you ever need me at night, you can just use me,” you’d said once you were fully awake. He was mortified, at least until you kissed him and made it all better.

After that, there was an agreement between the two of you. Should Wilbur need any late-night stress relief, he was welcome to use you. Being the president of a new and growing nation was one hell of a task, after all, and Wilbur hadn’t even had time to think about sex during the war. Now, he had a bit more time on his hands and a lot of time to make up for. An interesting combination.

He got home late one night after a long and stressful day. The economic state of L’Manberg was…less than ideal, to say the least, and Wilbur had spent all day scribbling down numbers and figures and writing bill proposals. It was exhausting, and the only thing he wanted was your touch.

Unfortunately, he was too late. You were curled up in bed. Not that he could blame you; it was past midnight, and he’d been gone all day. You couldn’t wait around forever.

He remembered the agreement he had with you. He felt dirty, even thinking about doing that, but you had given him explicit consent. Maybe he could use you for this, just once.

He took off his boots and most of his clothing before perching on the edge of the bed. He gazed at you, so peaceful in sleep. He was in nothing but his boxers now, and he slowly stuck a hand down them, teasing his length with his fingers just as you would sometimes do. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was you touching him. He sucked in small breaths, running a thumb over the head of his cock, trying to be quiet so as not to wake you.

It didn’t take long for him to go from slightly firm to fully hard, and then he had to figure out the logistics of how he was going to do this. It was hot in the room, seeing as how it was late summer, and thus you weren’t under heavy blankets. That would make this slightly easier. The light blanket you had pulled over yourself was easy enough for Wilbur to push aside.

Your sleeping figure was oh so tempting, and Wilbur had to do his best to restrain himself. He couldn’t put his hands under your shirt, as that would be an unnecessary touch that could wake you. He focused instead on sliding your pajama pants and underwear down enough that he had access to you.

He couldn’t go in without prepping you at all either, so he very slowly and tentatively pressed two fingers against you, circling your clit. He could hear your breath hitch, and he paused, scared you would wake up. You didn’t, and he kept going. You let out a few soft moans, barely audible, which only made him harder. God, he wanted you awake, wanting you gripping his shoulders and crying out his name while he pounded into you with an intensity that would have made the devil clutch his pearls, but he couldn’t have that. Not now.

He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some out onto his hand. He put some on his fingers, which he proceeded to use to very slowly stretch you out. He was shocked that he hadn’t woken you, but was pleased by it all the same. You deserved sleep.

He rolled on a condom. If you were awake, you would perhaps give an opinion, but considering you were asleep, he felt better being more cautious. He put some lube on his hardened length for good measure, then laid on his side. He rested a hand on your hip before slowly pushing into you, inch by blissful inch until he was all the way inside.

He bit back a moan, face buried in your shoulder, trying to stay quiet. He could hear your breath hitch, hear the soft whimper that left your lips as he buried himself inside of you. It took him a moment to feel comfortable moving at all, but when he did, he did so slowly. His thrusts were gentle and hesitant, as he still wanted you to get as much sleep as you could.

That is, until one accidentally rough jerk of his hips made you moan loud enough that Wilbur was sure he had woken you. Sure enough, he saw you tilt your head to the side to try and look at him. “…Wilbur?” you asked sleepily.

“Shit.” Wilbur slowly pulled out, hearing you gasp as he did so. “Sorry, darling. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“When did you get back?” you asked. You rolled over to face him, and his hands went down your body once he realized that you were sliding your pants and underwear completely off.

“Ten-ish minutes ago,” Wilbur replied. “Sorry, I was just…”

“Needy?” you asked. Wilbur nodded, and you got on your back, slowly letting your legs fall apart.

Wilbur looked at you with an unmistakable hunger. “You sure? It’s late. I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.”

“Worth it,” you said. “Come on, you’ve been so busy you’ve hardly touched me the past two weeks. Let out some of that pent-up stress, yeah?”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Wilbur immediately got between your legs, kissing you hungrily, teeth almost clashing with yours. “How rough can I be?” he asked between desperate kisses.

“Rough as you want,” you replied easily. Wilbur let out a sigh of contentment before kissing you one last time.

“You sure you won’t regret saying that?” Wilbur’s hands gripped the underside of your thighs before gently pressing your legs up against your chest.

“I never do.” He saw your eyes flit to his dick, then his face. “Take the condom off.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Wilbur immediately took it off, discarding it on the floor. He could clean that up later. Right now, he had better things to care about. “Ready for me?”

“More than ready, Mr President.” You had called him ‘Mr President’ in bed once just as a joke to tease him, at least until you’d immediately noticed how much he liked it. Since then, your use of it became more regular. Wilbur could never resist that.

He pressed himself against you before burying himself in you, entering in one quick thrust that left you both gasping. He wasted no time, setting a brutal pace, fucking you as if it were his last day on Earth. “Fucking—Prime, you feel so good,” he panted, hips moving rapidly against yours. What had only minutes before been a silent room became filled with the sounds of gasps, moans, and skin slapping against skin. “Needed you.”

“I’m yours, Wil,” you replied. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, just don’t stop.”

“Won’t.” He could already feel the sweat starting to form on his neck and back, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was fucking into you, the feeling of your soft skin, the way your lips parted as you moaned and whined. His country was beautiful, but it couldn’t hold a torch to you.

He watched as you tried to grasp at him, a plan foiled by your legs getting in the way. Instead, your hands went to the back of your thighs, making sure your legs stayed in place. He continued pounding into you, eyes fixed on your face so he could watch every shift in your expression. “Good?” he asked between thrusts. He was going far rougher than usual, and he wanted to make sure you were still comfortable.

He was met with an eager nod. “Please, Wil, please keep going.” Every plea was music to Wilbur’s ears, and your voice gave him some renewed energy to continue. The bed creaked and groaned underneath you, headboard tapping against the wall. Wilbur was grateful that nobody else lived in the house.

He kept going, spurred onward by your desperate pleas and moans. “Gonna fill you, darling,” Wilbur panted.

“Please! Please, Wil, fuck, I’m close.” He could see some tears gathering in your eyes from the intensity of it all, and he considered it a personal victory.

“I got you,” he said. “Cum for me, love, whenever you’re ready.” He did his best to grind his hips against yours with every thrust, giving you as much friction as possible in order to put you over the edge.

It was a success. You cried out his name in a half-moan, half-sob that rang wonderfully in Wilbur’s ears. Wilbur kept going, pounding into you relentlessly through your orgasm and into overstimulation before he came with a gasp and a shudder. He thrust a few more times to work himself through it before going still.

For a moment, Wilbur simply gasped for air and tried to catch his breath. His lips were parted as he panted, and the kiss you pressed at the corner of his mouth was a welcome feeling. It took him a moment to come back to reality enough to kiss you back.

“I needed that,” Wilbur said finally. “God, you were so fucking good for me. That was perfect.” He certainly felt less stressed after that, still in a post-orgasm haze. “Thank you for this.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “It was a nice way to be woken up.”

“Still sorry I woke you,” Wilbur says. You let go of your thighs, and Wilbur leaned back enough that you could let your legs rest instead of keeping them pressed to your chest. He slowly pulled out, his eyes lingering a bit too long on the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He got out from between your parted legs and rested beside you instead. “Feeling okay?”

“Better than okay,” you said. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You cupped his cheek, and he tilted his head to press a kiss to your palm.

“I won’t be sorry, then.” He sighed, letting his eyes close. Sweat clung to strands of his hair, sticking them to his forehead. He felt your gentle touch brushing his hair out of his face. “You’re so good to me,” he murmured.

“You deserve it.” You snuggled up against him, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, earth and salt and sweat. “Now get some sleep. You’ve been working hard.”

“I should clean up first,” he says.

“It can wait until morning,” you reply. “Rest.”

Now that he’d had some much-needed stress relief, he felt like he could. It didn’t take long for him to drift off, nestled against you, the worries of tomorrow far from his mind.

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[abbygalz]

💙I love your neck💙

Tag list: Let me know if you wanna be added<3

Requested by @he4v3n : Soft sex w Ghostbur running his hands through his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Tw: smut, hickeys, swearing, pet names, I feel like I’m missing something so let me know please!

18+ please

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18+ please

Wilbur was a odd boyfriend to say the least, not to say he was weird or anything well to some I guess he was but not to you, you couldn’t really be honest with anyone on who you were dating considering your boyfriend was dead, besides that he is a really great boyfriend! It’s just a bit confusing, sometimes he’s there other times he isn’t there and certain times he is there but doesn’t tell you.

You were brushing your teeth after your shower when you heard footsteps, in the mirror you saw behind you Wilbur appear he ran his fingers through his hair standing close behind you letting his cold hands travel towards your waist. “What do you have tomorrow?” he mumbled as you finished brushing your teeth, “Nothing, just planning on laying around yknow, it’s a Saturday nothing important.” You replied as he placed her head on your shoulder “So if you didn’t get much sleep it wouldn’t be a problem?” He asked as you shook your head, “Why?” you mumbled. “Oh well, I was just thinking..” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he brought his hand from your waist to your chin. “What would you say about a nice night, I think it would be fun.” He paused “Only if you think it would be fun.”

You nodded “I’d like that..” you mumbled smiling playfully as you felt a heat on your cheeks. Wilbur stared at you for a moment before letting the hand on your chin trail down your body. “Your cute, you do know that right.?” He asked smiling carefully grabbing her hand leading her to the bedroom as you giggled. “Let me know if anything is to much alright?” his voice was gentle and soft, you nodded and he stopped his voice was still soft and gentle yet this time he sounded a bit stern, “I need you to use your words, make sure your paying attention.” He ruffled your hair playfully. “I’ll let you know, I promise.” she giggled. He placed her on the bed carefully climbing on top of her leaning towards her kissing her softly his kisses traveled to your jaw, towards her neck.

Soft sighs of pleasure left your lips as he kissed your neck nibbling softly after a bit he pulled back he seemed flustered and he sat up looking at you his hands going down to the hem of your shirt looking to your eyes for consent. “Go ahead.” You mumbled trying not to show your desperation as he slowly took off your shirt his hands traveling along your torso leaning back in to kiss yours chest down to the hem of your bra his hands slowly reached behind you unclipping it.

“God your beautiful..” he whispered gently groping you, soft gasps and sighs of pleasure left your mouth. He kissed and gently groped your tits for a while before leaning back up whispering again, “So fucking beautiful.” He gently scooted down his hand on the waistband of your shorts, “May I?” He asked and you nodded “Words my love, words.” He chuckled seeing you pout not for long though as you spoke “You may.” Your voice was a bit whiney making him chuckle to himself as he gently pulled your shorts down along with your panties.

“God I love you..” he whispered his hands pushing your thighs apart careful not to hurt you. Slowly but surely he brought his hand to your clit gently rubbing slow circles making you whine. He was gentle and soft with you starting to prep you not wanting to hurt you. Drawing moans from your lips, his fingers were slow inside you easily pleasuring you as he stretched you out. “Fuck-keep moaning..” he mumbled making you moan as he hit a spot making your back arch.

His thumb went to your clit rubbing soft circles as his fingers still moving slowly inside you hitting your sweet spot you let moans and whimpers fall from your lips. He was blinded by lust, he genuinely loves you so so so much. After preparing you for the main even he carefully got up sliding his pants and boxers off carefully climbing back on top of you.

“Let me know when your ready.” He spoke his voice was soft and gentle there was no impatience whatsoever he was waiting for you. “I’m ready.” You mumbled and he slowly lined himself up slowly pressing in so he wouldn’t cause to much discomfort. He slowly pushed all the way in looking to you studying your face for any discomfort, he sat there for a while tucking her head in your neck softly kissing and nibbling waiting for the slightest whimper to leave your lips indicating he should start moving. He kissed and nibbled all over your neck never biting roughly any spots he thought he nibbled to hard in her licked for a while to ease any soreness.

Finally a short gasp left your lips you nodded and he sat back up running his fingers through his hair before putting his weight on the hand above your shoulder and placing his free hand in your hip slowly pulling out then pushing back in his thrusts were slow and steady small grunts left his lips soft moans leaving yours, as the moans grew louder his thrusts picked up pace, he never went fast though not unless you asked for it.

“God you look beautiful..” his free hand traveled from your waist to your chin leaning in to kiss you lovingly once he leaned up his hand traveled from your chin to your chest his gentle hands softly groping and massaging your tits. Neither of you normally lasted that long, considering he is a ghost and has been dead for years, years with no sex and you, you just didn’t last long he didn’t seem to care though, if anything he preferred it.

You started to squirm under him and he leaned down kissing your neck again you stuttered and whimpered moaning in his ear because of how his head was in your neck after a while you finally got a choppy sentence out “I’m gonna cum..” he leaned up and you looked in his eyes lustfully “go ahead, I’m here.” His hand went down to your waist then your clit making your orgasm crash over you, everything was nice and soft he helped you through it all. He slowed down a bit so he wouldn’t overstimulated his orgasm was right behind yours. “Where at?” He asked you his hand gently traveling up your sides, you wrapped your legs around his waist signaling where. he came in you, lazily and slowly thrusting a few more times before pulling out and showering you with small kisses. “I love you, I love all of you I love love you so much!” He whispered making you giggle he kissed your neck one last time. “I love your neck,” he paused running his fingers through his hair. “A lot.” Making you giggle.

He helped you into a his shirt putting your panties back on, putting his boxers on himself. He gently got in bed pulling you close to him kissing your forehead resting his head in your neck as you both fell asleep.

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I’m so sorry if this is shit! I kinda expected it, it’s my first time writing smut haha

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[shuadotcom]

Smoke & Mirrors (M)

🎡 Summary: You’re feeling uncharacteristically adventurous and your boyfriend just can’t say no to you.

🎡 Pairing: Stoner!Seungcheol x Stoner!Afab Reader

🎡 Genres & AUs: Smut, established relationship au

🎡 Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

🎡 Warnings: Marijuana usage, profanity, hair pulling, pet name (baby), dirty talk, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex, sex while high, semi-public sex, creampie

🎡 Words: 3.6k

🎡 Note: Written for @k-vanity's Wanderlust Festival.

Genre/ride: smut - ferris wheel Trope/event: petting zoo - established relationship

Thank you to my beta bby @horanghater mwah 💋

Taglist: @duhnova @gyuwoncheol @multi-kpop-fanfics 💗

“Oh my god. The carnival is in town.” You spring up on the couch from where you’ve been lounging, head in Seungcheol’s lap. He nearly drops the bong in his hands, but manages to keep it in his grasp.

“You wanna…go to the carnival?” He asks, his sentence coming out just slightly slower than usual. Your Saturday date nights with Seungcheol typically consist of getting stoned, watching tv, stuffing your faces, and then fucking a few times, but you’re feeling restless and adventurous tonight and are itching for something else to do. 

Saying no to you has never been one of your boyfriend’s strong suits, which is why you make the short walk from your apartment a couple of blocks to the fairgrounds. Living in the city means easy access to things you need and it helps that it’s the middle of fall, so the air is chilly, but not uncomfortably so, making the walk enjoyable.

“What if people figure out we’re…high?” Seungcheol asks after you arrive and purchase your tickets. He looks around and whispers that last part as you file into the entrance.

“They won’t as long as you stop acting suspicious!” Seungcheol raises his eyebrow at you and purses his lips.

“Me? Suspicious?” You blink back at him, two of you having an impromptu staring contest before bursting into a fit of shared giggles. You likely look insane to the people passing by you standing off to the side, doubled over in laughter, but you don't pay them any mind. Seungcheol’s wide smile and infectious laugh are all you can concentrate on.

When you finally get a grip on yourselves, you take his hand and drag him behind you onto each ride you can. Typically, you’d be hesitant about getting on a ride that came out of a suitcase, but the weed makes you more daring and puts you in a good mood. It helps that Seungcheol, who normally would prefer to stay on the ground, goes on each ride with you, even if he’s a little more apprehensive than you.

Seungcheol lets you drag him around to all of the fast-paced rides first: the tilt-a-whirl, the pirate swing, the slingshot ride, bumper cars - anything that satisfies your cannabis-induced need for speed. He even lets you buy some feed to give to a few farm animals in the small petting zoo. Unfortunately, he does need to practically lift you in his arms to lead you away from the piglet you attempt to steal numerous times. (“We can name him Wilbur!” “That pig is not ours, Y/n!” is the last thing the animal’s owner hears, frowning as you’re taken away.)

Between putting your life and trust in the hands of bored looking carnival workers, you and Seungcheol make it a point to eat. You had left your apartment before you got too deep into your munchies stash, so you had to make up for it with as much funnel cake and kettle corn you can inhale without getting sick.

“Can we please go on the ferris wheel?” Seungcheol pouts at you after you finish off your pretzels. 

You’re surprised, eyeing the giant wheel a few feet away from the picnic table you’re sitting at. 

“You wanna go on the ferris wheel?”

“I need a break from all the fast and furious rides and that’s the only one that will slow your crazy ass down.” He laughs and you can’t help that your eyes stay locked on the way his eyes squint and his nose crinkles when he lets out the sound - one of your favorite sounds.

You relent because of course you do, and you let him take you to the ferris wheel with him. Seungcheol holds his hand out to help you enter the ferris wheel cart then files in after you, the ride worker shutting the door tight behind you. Seungcheol sits close to you in the small box, his thighs pressing against yours as you wait to start your ascent. 

Once the ride finally starts to move, you marvel at the way everything beneath you gets smaller and smaller the higher you move, even if it’s slow and easy-paced. Seungcheol glances out the window on his side here and there, but the weed doesn’t seem to be doing enough to ease his mind at the new heights you reach on the wheel.

To distract him, you reach out and hold his hand, startling him, but he recovers quickly and grips your hand. His fingers are cool as they link with yours, his hand soft and secure.

Something in you stirs and you let your eyes wander, refamiliarizing yourself with the shape of his hands. Your eyes trail up to his arm covered in a jacket that isn’t too tight but still hugs his biceps enough. It’s not zipped all the way so you can see his chest underneath, the cotton shirt underneath hugging his defined pecs (and by god are they defined).

It only takes you a few minutes to feel your stomach churns with a familiar need for Seungcheol. You squeeze your thighs together as you eye his neck and up to his face. All of the skin along the way is much too clear and mark-free if you do say so yourself.

He’d taken his beanie off when you got on the ride and you can see how messy his hair is, especially after he ran his hand through it as many times as he did while you waited for the ride to start. You want to run your fingers through the dark strands so bad. 

So you do. Seungcheol is surprised but doesn’t shy away from your hand. He does the opposite in fact, bringing his head closer to make it easier for you. Seungcheol has a lot of qualities you like and one of those is how even though he’s usually in charge in the bedroom, it takes little to no time to initiate intimacy with him. 

He simply cannot say no to you.

Knowing this, you start to move your hand down, giving his hair one last comb through before grazing your fingers over his thick neck, fingers tapping the sensitive skin as you go. Seungcheol sighs, leaning into your touch and you go down to his bicep, squeezing it as you keep going until your hand lands over the crotch of his sweatpants. 

That seems to break Seungcheol from the daze he had slipped into when you started touching him. He looks at you wordlessly, red-rimmed eyes half-lidded but still asking you a million questions. What are you doing? Are you sure? Here?

Wordlessly, you give him your answer by squeezing his already half-hard cock. You’re so damn lucky that weed makes your boyfriend just as needy the same way it does for you.

Seungcheol groans but doesn’t stop you and instead spreads his legs wider, inviting you in. 

Without hesitation, your hand slips into the waistband of his sweatpants and his underwear 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, head slowly angling back to the window of the cart.

“Want you so bad, Cheol,” you whisper even though there’s no one around. “Wanna suck your cock. Can I please?”

“Shit, baby of course.” Seungcheol helps you pull the waistband of his sweatpants down enough to expose the opening in his boxers. You fish out his cock, the heaviness of it weighs in your hand and you can feel just how sticky your panties are against you. You have enough sense to glance out of the ferris wheel card window and you notice that you’re still inching at a snail's pace to the top.

Bending over still in your seat, you give the head of Seungcheol’s dick a few kitten licks. A deep sound rumbles in his chest and it almost makes you moan in response just hearing him.

But time is of the essence, so you swallow him down your throat in one go, the man bucking his hips and yelping in response. His hands fly to your hair, fingers weaving into the base of your strands to tug.

Moaning at the slight sting, you bob your head, letting his dick slide against your tongue, making sure to hollow your cheeks as you work him. Seungcheol loves it when you gag around his length so you do it for him, letting his cockhead nearly hit the back of your throat each time you bring your head down.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock…” his words draw out as he starts to fuck your face, albeit lazily. You hum out affirmatively around him, your pussy clenching at the praise. 

Your hands wrap around all of him that you can’t take, moving in tandem with your head as you gulp him down, listening to his heavy grunts echo off of the cart walls. It mixes with the wet sound of your mouth working him up and taking him in over and over again.

When Seungcheol starts to pant frantically, you know he’s close.

“Mmm, want you to cum in my mouth,” you drawl around his length, only coming up for a big gulp of air and to tell him what you want.

“W-wait, I wanna fuck you.” The fingers that are tangled in your hair still as he tries to lift you from his cock.

You let him fall from your mouth and sit up, pouting at him. “I don’t think there’s enough room, Cheol.” He seems to remember where you are and how small the space you’re in is.

“Y/n, I can’t wait till we get back to your place. I might cum in my pants on the walk back.”

The thought makes you giggle which earns you a sharp smack on your thigh. You can feel the sting through your leggings and it only serves to make you wetter, your panties inevitably a complete mess.

“Hmm…how about when the ride is up if you can find someplace to fuck me we can do it here.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Seungcheol’s expression turns serious, clearly a man on a mission. He finally turns to take in the ground beneath you, scanning for some place, any place, to take you away from prying eyes. Just long enough to fill you with his seed and watch the look on your face as you cum all over him - for him. 

The ferris wheel is beginning its descent as he tucks himself back into his pants and you think he sees something that may be promising, a determined look on his face. When you safely reach solid ground and your cart door opens it’s his turn to drag you around the grounds.

You walk past plenty of rides with their bright lights and loud sounds trying to distract you from what you both want - no, need - right now. All of the booths and rides seem to be running and packed with patrons, nowhere private in sight as of yet.

The answer comes to you when the two of you stumble upon a mirror maze attraction. The building has a ‘closed’ sign on the front doors which are assumedly locked tight.

This doesn’t deter Seungcheol as he simply sneaks with you around the building, looking for some way to get you both inside. When he finds that the back door to the attraction is way too conveniently unlocked, you think of it as a gift from the universe. The universe obviously wants you two to fuck and has handed this to you.

Seungcheol holds your hand tight as he goes into the door first, tiptoeing into a back room, presumably where workers would be when the attraction was live. There is another door that leads you right into the maze. The lights are dim, but they’re on and you can’t help but wonder if someone plans on coming in here at some point.

He takes you far enough into the attraction that you’re surrounded by nothing but yourself, but you’re still close enough to where you came in. The last thing either of you want is to get lost and need to call for help.

“It’s so weird seeing myself so many times. Do I look silly?” You question out loud, eyes sweeping over all of your reflections surrounding you. It makes you a little dizzy seeing so many copies of yourself.

“Of course not, baby. You look as beautiful as always.” Seungcheol’s words echo through your mind when you finally notice he’s behind you now, meeting your eyes through the mirror when you look up. 

He's pressed up against your back, his hard cock obvious against you. “So pretty and all mine.” Seungcheol grabs your jaw and turns your head to the side to bring his lips crashing into yours. His tongue immediately pushes through the seam of your lips, wrapping around yours as he grinds against you fully clothed.

You moan into each other’s mouths as his hands move to grab at every part of you - your tits, your stomach, your thighs, your ass. Seungheol explores your body and your mouth and it leaves you as nothing but absolute putty in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, you whine in protest and he places a peck on your cheek.

“I know, sweetheart, but I need to be inside that pussy so badly. You want that too, right?”

“God, yes, please. I need you so bad, Cheol.”

“Fuck yeah, you do. Gonna give you what you need, baby.” He hurries to pull his sweats and his underwear down enough for his length to be free, letting the fabric rest around his thighs. He helps you shimmy your leggings and panties down your legs and drop at your ankles. You’re close enough to the mirror now that Seungcheol bends you over, your hands resting on the cold glass.

“Look at you already, baby. Already dripping for me just from sucking me off and making out?” Seungcheol taps the head of his cock against your ass then down to your pussy lips. He nudges it against your folds once before pulling back, and you whimper at the loss. 

“Yes, please, Cheol. Need to feel you. Need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby and I will.”

Through the mirror you watch Seungcheol bring his hands around you to your mouth, offering you his index and middle finger. “We have to be quick, so can you help me get you ready?” 

Without a second thought, you’re nodding and when he brings his fingers around to your mouth, you suck them in greedily, making eye contact with him through the mirror. You suckle on his digits, wrapping your tongue around them just like you did to his dick.

When he deems his fingers sufficiently coated, he pops them out of your mouth and brings them to your sticky folds. His first stop is your clit, rubbing a few circles into the sensitive nub. Your head falls forward as a long, drawn-out squeal leaves you as soon as he makes contact. You’re already so wet and wound up that you don’t think you’ll last very long at this rate. Lucky for you, your boyfriend is at the same point, his breath shuddering as he slides his fingers inside of you, reveling in how warm and tight you are.

Seungcheol’s thick fingers piston in and out of you, scissoring them with each plunge back into your heat. You love the feeling of him prepping you. He always takes his time to get you ready to take him, giving you extra care, but this is different. You’re not in one of your beds or even the car;  you have to be quick to avoid getting caught, but you also need him badly.

“Cheol, please just fuck me, please. Can’t wait anymore.”

“I wanna take my time with you, but fuck, I can’t wait either.”

When he pulls his fingers from you, you look up again and through the mirror, you watch him suck on them, eyes fluttering closed momentarily as he savors your taste. Then he’s grabbing at your hips, his cock nudging your entrance. 

Your eyes roll back when he finally slips in, sheathing himself perfectly into your walls. The two of you share a noise of pleasure, his much deeper than yours, and you swear you can hear the bass in his voice vibrate through him and into you. It drives you absolutely insane.

Seungcheol’s hands take hold of your hips, starting at a pace that already has you breathless. Your palms lay flat against the mirror in front of you, fingers splayed to keep you balanced. He fucks into you frantically and with power, the slaps of his pelvis smacking into your ass sound bass-boosted to your ears and it’s your favorite sound at this moment.

The weed always makes feeling Seungcheol inside of you so much better than it already does when you’re sober. Coupled with how he’s driving into you so quickly and so harshly, you feel that much closer to floating away. All of your senses are on hyperdrive as he pistons his hips harder and harder, only making your cries and mewls for him that much louder as your eyes slip closed.

“God, you sound amazing, baby. But you look even better.” Seungcheol cups your face to keep you focused on the mirror in front of you. “Open your eyes.” It’s a demand, not a question, so you do. 

Sweat beads at your forehead, your droopy, red-tinged eyes staring back at you looking wild. Your tits bounce even from underneath your jacket due to Seungcheol’s thrusts. The mirror is fogged up where you’re breathing and your hands keep readjusting to keep you up, leaving sweaty prints in their wake. Seungcheol looks no different behind you. His eyes are tired but still boring into yours with each thrust, his tongue darting out to lick his already saliva-slick lips as his face glistens with sweat.

His broad chest rises and falls underneath his layers and you can’t help but think about just how good he looks when he’s not bundled up. The thought makes you clench around Seungcheol’s dick and it only serves to make him fuck into you harder, shoving his length so deep into you that you swear you feel him in your chest.

“Fuck me, Cheol, fuck gonna cum!” You sob, legs trembling to hold you up as your words slur together. 

“Yes, yes, come on, baby, cream all over my fucking dick.” Fingers that know your body almost better than you know yourself reach around you, pressing between your thighs and rubbing your clit. 

It takes only a few tweaks to have you falling apart, mouth hanging open as you do your damnedest to bite back the squeal you want to let out. Shockwaves roll over you as Seungcheol’s powerful hips thrust into you one, two, three more times and then he’s cumming too. The warm, sticky feeling of him milking himself into you has your eyes rolling back and your body going lax against the mirror. 

With the only sounds now being just you and Seungcheol breathing heavily, you become acutely aware of just how fucked out you look. You wonder if people will be able to tell that your boyfriend just rearranged your guts in such a public place.

“Hey,” Seungcheol interrupts your train of thought by tapping your thigh to bring your attention to him. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he flashes you a warm, reassuring smile. “Let’s get out of here?” 

He helps you right yourself and pulls your leggings up, then redresses himself. He takes your hand once more and you’re able to sneak back out of the attraction, easily avoiding getting caught. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you snicker, your earlier adrenaline rush quickly returning now that you’ve gotten away with what you wanted.  

“That’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” he mumbles and you agree with him, sharing more laughter with him as you loop your arm through his.

Could you curl up right now and take a nap? Yes. Could you also do a lap around the fairgrounds like a crazy person? Also yes. But, when you catch sight of Seungcheol’s disheveled hair that he’s run his fingers through a thousand times tonight and his red lips that he’s still biting between his teeth, you only want to do one thing.

“We can do something else crazy if you want,” Seungcheol glances over at you, curiosity written all over his face as he takes in your words.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Mmm, well the outdoor loveseat on my patio is spacious enough for both of us. And there’s a chance someone could see us up there if you were feeling up to being daring again.”

“Since when were you so open to exhibitionism?” 

“Since I let you fuck me in a closed-down carnival attraction that anyone could’ve walked into at any time.” 

Seungcheol licks his bottom lip again and you want so badly to have that be your tongue on him. 

“Let’s go back to your apartment,” he finally decides (not that it takes him very long to do so). “But I wanna eat you out first. Gotta have you ride my face for everyone to see.” His words go straight to your cunt, wetness already pooling and mixing with his cum still tucked inside of you. 

And just like that, you’re thanking the past, much more stoned you for feeling adventurous. You have a feeling after tonight, even more adventures await you and Seungcheol, and all of them more than likely involve you crying out his name. 

You can’t wait.

Net tags: @kflixnet @kbookshelf

#svthub #kflixnet #wkcnet #kbookshelf #k-labels #kvanity #kwanderlust #choi seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #s.coups #s.coups smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #s.coups x reader #svt fic #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #ksmutsociety

[wilbursprincess]

literally any bursona you would like x reader.

smutshot based off dress by taylor swift?:o

“Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off”

Superstarbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure smut omg, Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, praising, degrading, begging (if you squint), riding, choking (but not really), unprotected sex, this is just so unholy and I’m not sorry

EXCELLENT TASTE IN MUSIC, ☁️ ANON. EXCELLENT. (saw the other ask lmao ik it’s you). This song is insanely queer coded to me lol. Reputation will always be my top album (in case anyone’s curious, my top three are Reputation, 1989, and Fearless) and Dress is just. Mwah. Chef’s kiss.

Fic below cut!

Wilbur’s eyes lock with mine from across the crowded room, making heat rush between my thighs.

“You two have the sweetest friendship,” sighs my friend, sipping wistfully on her cup. “I’d never be able to stay just friends with someone like him.”

I give her what I hope is a cheerful smile. “It’s easy. He’s just my best friend. I’ve never thought of him as anything more.”

Liar.

My friend keeps talking, but my gaze keeps drifting back across the room, admiring Wilbur for the nth time that night. He glances up, making sure nobody’s watching us before giving me a wink, pulling out his phone.

Wilbur: i need you.

Wilbur: make an excuse.

Wilbur: i’ve been dreaming about what i want to do to you all night.

I give my friend an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but I’ve got work in the morning. Wilbur’s about to take me home.”

At least the second part of that isn’t a lie.

Right on cue, Wilbur walks up, making my stomach tighten, placing a protective hand on my lower back.

“Sorry to steal her away,” he jokes, face cheerful, but his hand sliding down and cupping my ass tells me everything I need to know.

The second we make it outside, Wilbur’s got me roughly shoved against the wall, kissing me so hard I gasp. His hand slips up my thigh, rubbing circles in my drenched panties.

“Do you have any idea,” he pants. “What you do to me?”

“I think I have a general idea,” I reply. “It’s pressing into my leg.”

“I’m going to take you home and do the unholiest of things to that gorgeous, gorgeous body of yours, ok, princess?” Wilbur coos, and I frantically nod. “Good girl.”

We barely make it into his bedroom before he tosses me into the middle of the bed, running his hands over my body through the thigh fabric of my dress.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off,” I murmur against his parted lips as I unbutton his shirt.

“Knowing how wet I make you from across a room when everyone thinks we’re just friends is almost pathetic,” Wilbur replies silkily, fumbling with his belt buckle. “You love that, don’t you, you little slut?”

I groan at the sight of his bare chest. “God, yes.”

He tugs my dress off over my head with one hand and yanks my thong off with the other. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you all naked and spread out in the sheets for me.”

Wilbur leans down, burying his face between my thighs and licking up the wetness pooling between them. “Oh my goodness,” he murmurs into the soft skin. “I could drown in this pretty pussy.”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on his curls. “Please, Wilbur.”

He snickers. “Please what, baby? You know I can’t do what you want if you don’t use your words for me.”

“Please…” I gasp. “Please fuck me.”

Wilbur smiles, pulling back to tug his pants and boxers off. “There you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

God, he’ll be the death of me.

“Saddle up, love.”

We groan in unison as I sink down onto his cock, Wilbur’s hands grasping my hips and pulling me down. We start to move together and my head goes fuzzy from pleasure, swirling my hips as I take every inch he gives me.

“Bounce for me,” he groans, letting out a long, low, moan as I do exactly as he asks. “Good girl.”

This angle is hitting exactly where I need it too, and when Wilbur reaches around to rub my clit in time with my movements, I know I’m an absolute goner.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, legs shaking as the waves of pleasure washes over me. “Fuck, right there.”

Laughing, Wilbur grabs one of my nipples, twisting it between his fingers until I cry out. “So close already, huh?” He says teasingly. “Pathetic little thing, falling apart on my cock.”

I scream out his name as I tip over the edge, shuddering from overstimulation as he keeps thrusting into me.

“You can give me one more?” Wilbur says, and I nod. “That’s my girl. Lay down for me.”

Shakily, I climb off him, whining as he tosses my legs over his shoulders and dives back in.

He’s pounding into me fast and hard, every whine and groan music to my ears. One hand is snuggly around my throat, the other playing with my tits and only adding to the pleasure.

“You’re absolutely soaked, love,” teases Wilbur, nibbling and sucking at a spot on my neck I know will be visible tomorrow. “Does it really feel that good?”

I frantically nod. “Feels so good,” I manage to whine out, sinking my teeth into his lower lip. “Fuck.”

“Gonna cum with me, baby?” Wilbur asks, thrusts growing sloppy as he wills himself to keep going for me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, God, yes,”

My second climax hits me like a train, lasting so long I practically see stars floating in my vision. Just as I start to come down from the high, Wilbur cries out my name, pulling out and releasing all over my stomach.

“Hang on,” he whispers gently, kissing my forehead before reaching into his nightstand and grabbing a towel. “Thought I should be prepared this time.”

I laugh wearily, letting him clean both of us up a little.

“So much for you being my best friend,” I murmur sleepily. “God, you’re so good in bed.”

Wilbur leans down and softly plants a kiss on my lips. “I’ve never slept with someone who makes me feel like you do.” He tugs me against his chest, curled as the little spoon, gently kissing the deep purple mark he left just minutes earlier. “Stay with me tonight?”

“Always.”

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #superstarbur #princessfics #taylor swift #dress taylor swift #bursona #bursona smut #mcyt smut #wilbur mcyt #☁️ anon

[ra1nyd4yzz]

November 16th, the fall of Wilbur soot

Warnings: smut,riding,talk of Wilbur being a terrorist, character death, Wilbur's kind of a dick at the start

taglist: @abbs-writes-nsfw @gaywizards70

Notes: I wrote this in one night because I had a massive urge to write and someone suggested I should write pogbur smut, so I did :) I hope its ok and not completely shitttt

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You walked around pogtopia trying to find Wilbur, he's been more distant lately which has made you more needy and desperate. You peaked your head around a corner and found him staring off into space as he smoked a cigarette.

“Baby?” You looked at your gorgeous but tired boyfriend, he didn't respond, his thoughts consuming everything around him as he stared into the ravine with dead eyes.”babe?” you said louder and you took a step in front of him.

“Hmm..” Wilbur spoke in a bored, dull tone; it sounded like he didn't even care. “What do you want?” he kept staring into the ravine, taking drags of his cigarette,his expression barely changed, it was like he wasn't even trying anymore.

“Where have you been wil? Me and niki baked cookies!!” you seemed so happy compared to wilbur “so..” wilbur exhaled and took another drag of his cigarette, he didn't feel like talking and his lack of emotions showed it but you never give up when it comes to him!

“I don't want or care for those stupid cookies'' he started to walk away from you, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground and stomping it, your heart shattered, and you held back tears, instantly your mind started to overthink “do you still love me?” you blurted out by accident, you had a sad look on your face.

Wilbur stopped and sighed, he hesitated for a second before turning on his heel to look at you “of course i do” there was no love in his tone, he showed a small bit of emotion for a millisecond before he was back to looking completely dead.

“Do you really? We haven't kissed in months nor have you touched me….we hardly even talk anymore all you care about is blowing up stupid marburg and defeating stupid schlatt..” you felt bad to say this but it was the truth and you were always a truth speaker.

“Yeah well i'm a little busy being a terrorist” wilbur rolled his eyes at you which hurt even more. “God you're so annoying and clingy” he sighed and rubbed his eye, he grumbled and then turned back to look into the ravine, his emotions completely switched and went back to cold and dead.

“I love you..” you gulped “i just want you to touch and love me again wil..” you teared up “am i that disgusting?” you weren't ready for his answer, you were already so emotional and you loved him so much and he just hasn't been showing you that he loves you too since the fall of l’manberg.

Wilbur groaned in annoyance “just go away.” he said his voice was dull, he was so cold and apathetic towards you. Did he really love you? Or was it out of pity at this point? You muttered something about Schlatt loving you more than Wilbur ever did.

Wilbur whipped around to face you, his emotion changing immediately. You could see his expression full of coldness and anger. “What did you just say?” his glare burned holes into your eyes and his tone became much more stern and harsh.

“I said maybe schlatt would show his love and love me more than you actually love me” your tone just got sadder and sadder, a tinge of anger was in there but it was mainly sadness,desperation and neediness.

Wilbur clenched his fists and started to walk towards you, the anger inside of him pouring out of every cell in is body “did you just say that monster would love you more then me” he got right into your face and glared into your soul, when he said the last part you could hear a hint of sadness you knew deep down no one could love you like wilbur loves you.

You gulped and stepped back, you could still feel his hot breath on your face and lips “yes.” you said with a little bit of hesitation “are you fucking serious right now!” he yelled, it echoed throughout the ravine.

Wilbur couldn't believe his own ears. His eyes were dead set on you, he really did look like he wanted to snap at you but he didn't, you were the love of his life. “I should be the only one that you love. Not Schlatt or anybody else for that matter” he was completely livid and this was not an emotion he showed often.

He raised a clenched fist and you flinched, you knew he wouldn't hit you and he did not “sorry..” you whimpered out, his anger started to fade away and he looked at you again with softer and calmer eyes, he was calm again and it was like the argument never even happened in the first place.

Wilbur put his hands on either side of your cheeks and looked into your eyes, he seemed so sweet and charming again, your eyes softened as you looked back into those gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes of his”i love you so much, and so what if we dont touch each other? We are still very much a couple and I love you more than anybody else in this stupid world we live in..” 

He softly smiled at you and his thumbs rubbed circles into your cheeks gently, “I'm needy wil and doing it myself doesn't cut it anymore..” you leaned into his touch more, you haven't felt the familiar, comforting touch in so long.

“I need you wil..you ruined me and i need you…please..” you said desperately and needily, you gave him puppy dog eyes, he still looked at you with a smile and looked down at your lips he leaned close to you. “Okay, okay…just for you my love” he took one last longing look at you before he then leaned in and gave you a deep passionate kiss, with no love to spare”

You kissed back hungrily, your hands went to his hair and you leaned up on your tippy toes,his hands went from your cheeks to your waist, then to your ass and he grabbed at it, you pulled back and started panting heavily “B-bedroom..please..now.”

He took a second to look at you and then chuckled “you’re as needy as ever aren't you?” you nodded and he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. You quickly walked with him, he walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, his legs laying out and his back resting up on the pillows.

You quickly got onto the bed and straddled his lap. “I can see you've missed a few things eh..?” he winked at you and then started to kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings to you as he did so, you started to roll your hips on his needily, the friction making you moan quietly.

You started to undo his belt and he kept kissing your neck “your fucking gorgeous sweetheart” he muttered as he trailed purple and red marks down your jaw and neck. You took off his pants and boxers and took off your pants and underwear and lowered yourself down onto his cock with no prep.

He let out a groan and threw his head back, you started riding him and moaning loudly, you moans and his groans echoed throughout pogtopia, not even 20 minutes ago you guys were arguing so everyone could hear and now you were fucking and everyone could hear the sound of skin slapping and your moans made it obvious.

His hands went to your waist and his nails digged into your sides, that made you moan louder “w-wilbur! P-please!” you were so close “please what princess?” he asked in a sweet tone “c-close..please..let me” you were moaning so loud “go ahead sweet girl” he stroked you hair as you let out a loud moan and came, you were getting tired but wanted to keep going, wilbur came and you laid your head on his chest.

His dick slowly came out of you as your pussy began to leak of his cum and yours mixed together, he stroked your hair and pulled the covers over you guys. “Such a good job baby…you did so well for me” he praised and you slowly fell asleep as he hummed to you.

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It was literally the morning after you and Wilbur fucked and what you didn't know was that was the last time you and Wilbur would fuck ever.

well you guys won the fight between Pogtopia vs Manburg, you went to turn to Wilbur to celebrate. But he disappeared, and then when it all blew up, you saw Wilbur and his father Philza in a room. Philza had shielded Wilbur from getting hurt in the explosion.

But now Wilbur was shoving a diamond sword in wilburs hands and he looked like he was begging Philza to do something, you were too far away to hear. Philza shoved the diamond sword through wilburs stomach and tears filled your eyes.

You just saw the man you loved, the man you made love too only hours ago….die and bleed out at the hands of his father, you couldn't believe it, you wanted to scream and cry and yell and run over to him, but you couldn't move, and even if you could it would have taken ages to get to him.

#wilbur smut #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot smut #pogbur smut

[lumiheartszz]

GOD ILY

anyways can i get wilbur(any bur but preferably siren or the jealous reader one) and reader suggestive fluff kinda thing when reader is on their period?? like kinda smut like but they dont fuck cuz readers on her period and wilburs really gentle and caring for her all day when she has mood swings and just soft fluff lmfao😭

-i am really in the mood to trouble you today cause i just love you like that but guess which anon i am<33

If you aint 🫀anon then idk who you is cus THE WAY YOU TYPE??? 🤨🤨

Yesyes we love siren in this household

Fluff !! :3

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Wilbur in his civillian form

- He'd constantly ask you what you need, whether it'd be stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, chocolates, you name it, he'll get it

- would snuggle you, always hugging you and making sure you're okay

- he'd watch your comfort show with you !!

- maybe if he's feeling happy enough, he'd make a pillow fort

- HE WOULD SO BURY YOU IN PILLOWS OMGEJEHSKNE

- would 10/10 look for silly goofy shows during like the afternoon like paw patrol because its apparently funny and yk him, he does everything because its apparently hilarious

- WOULD WATCH THE NOTEBOOK WITH YOU AND CRY NOO

- might tickle you if you're in a good mood (dont laugh too hard or some of the blood might spurt on his face) /hj

Wilbur as Siren

- Would check up on you constantly, obviously

- would do the same as civillian will but make more sex jokes

- "You're on your period rn?? Should've cum inside last time smh"

- HAS NO FILTER WHEN IT COMES TO MAKING JOKES ABOUT YOUR PERIOD

"Sit on my face mommy."

"What if we use your period as lube?"

"What if we mix my cum and your blood together?"

- laughs at his own sex jokes

- WOULD WATCH MR. AND MRS. SMITH BECAUSE MRS. SMITH NEVER FAILS TO AMAZE HIM WITH HER TRICKS (would also watch it because the sex scenes are hilarious apparently)

- he'd offer to finger you as a joke (or is it?)

- when you're cuddling, hed softly massage any part that hurts

- NECK KISSES !!

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#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x reader fluff

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Corpse husband

Tommyinnit

technoblade

- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich

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@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2

- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance

- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death

- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner

- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball

- dsmp with rich!reader

- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight

- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower

- sassy! reader

- Reader who's always wearing gloves

- your highness

@ruminationnn - nickname for you

@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter

@basilly - kissing their nose

@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you

- their reactions when they watch you draw

@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)

@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend

@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons

@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)

@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)

- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)

@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)

@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader

@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)

@retroaria - comparing hand sizes

@modelbus - face id

@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2

@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

- forgetful!y/n duo names

- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer

@myntrose - face reveal pog?

@quackarl - mcyt having a crush

@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)

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corpse husband

@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot

@thefanficmonster - the doll

@bunnvlr - Mama's boy

@malleux - spell

@whiteqnn - pure 2

@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc

@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby

@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch

@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

@kbrownie - leaked

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tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader

@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard

- the jitters (mute!reader)

@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

@sanderchu - breakfast made with love

- ylyl vlog

@modelbus - beguiled in the background

- cute cat

@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)

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Technoblade

@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow

@milqueandsugar - ___

@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad

@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy

@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)

- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)

@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes

#masterlist #content creator rec #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #corpse husband x reader

[mcytrecursive]

Nomination Overview - Crack Fic

Oh boy do we have some bangers in this category. Not as many fics here, but every one a gem. I'll give you a hint: we've got mangoball.

Title: And why are you British now?  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48950557/chapters/123691441#workskin Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Author: ace_of_arthropods Relationships: Grian & goodtimeswithscar, Jimmy solidarity & zedaph, rendog & bigb, Joehills & Martyn  Characters: Jimmy solidarity, Joe hills, grian, goodtimeswithscar, zedaph, Martyn inthelittlewood Length of the work: 11,506 words (incomplete fic) Genre: Crack Fic, Fluff Type: Fic Summary: “Wait a second...” Grian suddenly had an idea of what might have happened. He hastily dug through his horribly unorganized inventory for something with a mirrored surface. He eventually found a hand mirror with golden decorations, which he'd never seen before, and looked into it. A scarred face with dark green eyes looked back at him. “Oh no,” Grian said, in Scar's voice. (After double life, everyone returns to their home servers... or rather, their soulmate's home server, in their soulmate's body. Shenanigans ensue.)

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Title: Sapnap's Naga Harem Rating: E-rated Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49846090 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: ollie_oxen_free Relationships: Sapnap/Philza, Sapnap/Technoblade, Punz/Sapnap, Quackity/Sapnap, Dream/Sapnap, Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Awesamdude/Sapnap, Sapnap/Foolish, Sapnap/Schlatt, Sapnap/Wilbur Soot Characters: Sapnap, Dream XD, Dream, Philza, Technoblade, Quackity, Punz Length of the work: 27,870 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Fluff, Fantasy AU, Humour, Romance, Smut Type: Fic Summary: Fresh out of school with a Masters in Magical Zoology, Sapnap is hired by a mysterious billionaire he knows only as XD to become one of the main caretakers of a new section of his magical menagerie. He's not sure what he's expecting, but ten fucking naga— rare, dangerous, mysterious— were not on the fucking list.

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Title: A Jackerella Story Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38446057/chapters/96084898 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: wetchickenbreast Relationships: Georgenotfound/Jack Manifold Characters: Jack Manifold, GeorgeNotFound, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, BadBoyHalo, Tubbo, Ranboo Length of the work: 6,328 words (incomplete fic) Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Drama, Fantasy AU, Humour Type: Fic Summary: Jackerella's life fucking sucks. Her goddamn parents died (how inconsiderate) and now she is stuck living as an indentured servant for her evil stepfamily. Her younger stepsister bites people (he won't stop no matter how many doctors they bring him to) and his older stepsister is a megabitch (also a homewrecker). His only friends are talking rats, so Jack is pretty much waiting on a miracle to get out of this mess... and that miracle comes in the form of a charming prince, some glass shoes, and a demon from hell (and the demon has MASSIVE tits).

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Title: pov: me when i fucking Get You Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45823945 Fandom: Dream SMP Author: doingthewritethings Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Quackity & Slimecicle Characters: Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Slimecicle, Eret Length of the work: 3,450 words Genre: AU, Crack Fic, Family, Friendship, High School AU, Humour, Modern AU, Chatfic Type: Fic Summary: From: [email protected] To: [email protected] what would you do if hypothetically speaking. there was this guy. and he was horrible and awful and his hair was so fluffy like sooo fluffy like imagine putting a mop on his head. like a big old mop. or a dog. but instead of being a wet dog he smelled like cinnamon and was probably really good to pet. ohhhh my god. or, the one where Wilbur thinks they're dating, Quackity thinks they're enemies, and Eret thinks she would really, really, really like to get things done in her student council meetings.

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Title: Cheater, Cheater (Mangoball) Link: https://glittering.world/mangoball/classic Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Author: mangobaii Relationships: Dream/George, Corpse Husband/Wilbur Characters: Dream, George, Corpse Husband, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, BadBoyHalo Length of the work: 20k-ish? Depends on how you count usernames and such Genre: Crack Fic, Humour, Epistolary, Mangoball Type: Fic Summary: DNF social media epistolary fiction. George gets cheated on by Sapnap with Dream; love blooms, among other things.

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#Nomination Overview

[lillylvjy]

Dude I need more club owner!wilbur smut😭

PLEASE AND TY :D

(Like just imagine him wearing this😵‍💫)

Minors- please don’t.

He- oml him. (Warnings- this is some soft Wilbur bc why not! Also wearing his clothes >>>>… unprotected p in v…. I tried to make this as gender neutral as I could- so bare with me)

Ok so I headcannon that in his club he for sure has vip booths for people and those are the booths with the curtains-

So what wil does is he takes of his button up, throws it on you to cover up your exposed body so in case someone was rude and interrupted didn’t see what was his-

And this all started with you being- well- you.

You started talking to a few people, didn’t realize one of them was getting too close and a little too touchy for wils comfort, and he isn’t jealous. God no! He’s more- possessive. And seeing that man touch what’s his….. lord he’s exploding.

So he immediately grabbed you and excused you from the conversation, took you back to the booth in the far back that was always reserved for him, and told you what was gonna happen.

“Ok. You’re gonna listen to me and obey every command I give you, yes?” Wil said as he grabbed you jaw in his right hand to make you look at him. You nodded your head yet, that wasn’t enough for him. “Words.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good job baby. Now did you even notice how close that guy was to you. How he was looking at you, touching you, feeling you? It upset me angel. I thought you knew better than to let anyone touch what was mine.” Wil said as he started to slowly kiss your exposed neck.

“I do. I promise I do, Wil. All yours. No one else’s, promise.” You whined in his ear as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“Than prove it. Yeah? Wanna show me just how much your mine?” Wil asked you as you quickly nodded and started to undress the man underneath you. Getting his pants and boxers down his thighs just enough for his cock to be fully exposed.

The feeling of Wilbur’s hands on your hips halted your advances. You looked up at the brown haired man with wide eyes as you waited for his next words.

“Go slow baby. Make sure your all prepped before you do anything yeah? Don’t want to hurt you.” The softness in wils voice was back. The softness you knew and loved. You quickly placed two fingers inside of yourself and quick stretched yourself out, fully not caring if it was enough or not in the moment, only caring about getting Wil inside you.

Finally after a few seconds, you lifted your hips and positioned yourself on top of Wil, feeling his tip press against your entrance. Whining, you let Wil slowly slip inside you until you skin touched his.

“Fuck, doing so good little one. Sh sh sh. I know. Just relax, don’t move.” Wil gently held you to his chest as you placed your head in his neck. Rubbing your back and cooing sweet nothings in your ear. Slowly he planted his feet on the ground, and started to love his hips.

You let out a whimper at Wil’s slow pace, lifting yourself up slowly and dropping back down to match his rhythm.

“There you go baby. All mine, right?”

“All yours, Wilb. Please-“ you moaned as his thrust started to increase slowly. Listening to your pleads, Wil moved his hips faster and harder as he left bite marks and hickies anywhere he could. Not leaving any place unmarked.

“Yeah? All mine to keep and to cherish? All mine to fuck and show off?!” He asked in a rough tone, signaling he was close.

“Fuck- yes Wil! Always yours. Want to be your only one-“ you slurred your words as your sentence was broken up by moans and gasps.

“Oh darling, you have always been my only. My world. Always will be- fuck- I’m close darling. Cum with me?” Wil asked as his strokes got messy and rougher.

“Yes yes yes please!” You moaned as he grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him to meet his thrust.

The feeling of Wil’s lips on your neck, sucking and biting, tipped you over the edge, hiding your face in his hair as you tried to muffle your cries and whimpers. Feeling you tighten around him, Wil was following closely behind you, groaning loudly into your neck as he roughly thrusted into you to ride out the high.

Wil waited a few moments until he lifted you up in his arms and let himself slip out of you. You whimpered as the warmth of his cock left you, the fullness it brought you.

“Stay here love, I’m gonna go get a rag and some water for you, yeah? Did so good for me darling. Always do so good for me.”

(Crappy ending but I’m tired so)

#not edited- #at all- #lilly’s ask #ogeliza <3 #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader smut #club owner! wil

[comma-elsewhere]

So you like tntduo, huh?

Some random tntduo smut I wrote a while ago and couldn't justify posting on my main. Anyways, enjoy. (Explicit btw)

“You should go bottom then, less hassle for me.”

“Is it gonna hurt…?”

“A bit.” He leaned back in and bit Quackity’s neck, sucking as he dragged his teeth along the already sensitive skin. “Is that gonna stop you?” He whispered.

Quackity shivered and shook his head.

Wilbur immediately pushed him onto his back. “Lift your hips up.” He instructed.

Confused, Quackity complied, and Wilbur put a pillow under his hips.

“For the angle.” He explained as he picked up his jacket from the floor and pulled a small bottle of lube out of one of the pockets.

Quackity stared at it, even more confused. “Do you always keep lube in your jacket pocket?” He asked.

“Do you not?” Wilbur countered as he squeezed some out into his hand. He tried to part Quackity’s legs, and Quackity immediately closed them with a jolt of sudden nerves.

“Tell me what you’re doing.” He said apprehensively. “Just- just so I know.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said, sounding annoyed. “But fine, first I’m going to get you ready with lube because if you go in with the dick first then it really fucking hurts.” He firmly parted Quackity’s legs. “Starting with one finger…”

Quackity tensed as Wilbur’s finger went inside him. It felt weird, and the lube was cold, but so far it wasn’t actually bad. He reminded himself that Wilbur was literally a professional at this. He was in good hands. If anyone knew what he was doing, it would be Wilbur. The only risk was that Wilbur might take this moment of extreme vulnerability to even the score between them.

“Now two…”

It started to dawn on him that this was actually happening. He was actually about to have sex with Wilbur Soot. What the hell was he doing? This was a serious criminal he was with. Second thoughts started coming on fast, but he was in kind of deep to back out now. Or rather Wilbur was deep in him.

“And now I put the rest on my dick.”

Quackity’s stomach twisted into knots. “Oh my god, what am I doing?” He muttered.

Wilbur’s eyes glinted evilly. “Chicken?”

“Shut the hell up.”

“I mean we can stop if you-”

“Just fuck me already.”

Wilbur grinned. “If you insist.” He slowly thrust into Quackity, and for a moment, Quackity forgot how to breathe. “Once you’re in, it’s basically just sex.” He continued to explain in a low voice as he started to stroke Quackity’s cock. “But there are some different techniques…”

Quackity would have loved to have been able to respond with words, but between Wilbur’s expert touch and the feeling of Wilbur inside of him, he was turning into a whimpering puddle, and he didn’t even care.

“For example, you start slow to give your partner time to adjust…” Wilbur started slowly thrusting, and again, it was very hard to remember how to breathe. “You try a few different angles until you hit the right spot…” He didn’t know what Wilbur meant by that until he shifted slightly and suddenly made Quackity forget how thin the walls in the apartment complex were. “But the most important technique is that you want to drive them insane.”

Quackity was quickly losing the wherewithal to comprehend English, but that last sentence sounded important. He held back a moan. “What- what do you-”

“You find the rhythm that makes it last as long as possible… Every time your partner gets close, you pull back. I’ve got better endurance, so I can drag this out as long as I want.” Wilbur gave a malicious grin and leaned closer. “I’m going to make you beg, Quackity.”

His career, his integrity, the respect of his colleagues. Losing all of that was worth this feeling.

#tntduo #tnt duo #quackbur #personally I vote we all go completely feral now #nothing and no one can stop us now #tntblr

[elizabarnes]

I JUST GOT ONE OF THE BEST WILBUR SOOT SMUT REQUESTS EVER OMG

Things that they want me to add:

Breeding kink

Reader going feral after being called “darling”

And

Size kink

THANK YOU ANON OH MY GOD😭🤭

[wilbursprincess]

I have a better idea

trying to help sorrybur get his morph suit on cause he can't zip up the back

- 🎙 anon

“A Little Help, Love?”

Sorrybur x Female Reader

Warnings: Some suggestive jokes

As much as I love writing smut… yea, this is hilarious and 100% happened on set. My personal headcannon is he wore the jeans NOT FOR WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING, but because the morph suit was too short on his legs and he wanted to cover it up, by the way 😂 I know, I know, the smut writer not thinking about dick for once!

Fic below cut!

“Sweetheart?”

Wilbur’s voice distracts me from my book, and I glance up to see him wearing about half of his costume for today’s Sorry Boys shoot. It’s a lurid yellow morph suit, probably the worst color I’ve ever seen on him, and ridiculously tight.

I manage to swallow down the burst of laughter threatening to spill from my mouth. “What’s up?”

“I’m, uh, stuck,” he admits, trying to tug the fabric up a few more inches. “A little help, love?”

I allow myself a small giggle, setting down my book and hopping up from where I’m sat. “What’s with the… yellow?”

“Tommy’s idea,” Wilbur sighs, wincing as I tug the suit over his shoulders. “He clearly didn’t think about my height. I had to cut the feet off the suit to make it cover my legs, and now I’ve practically got my entire calf out.”

Glancing down, I see the frayed edges of the suit, confirming his haphazard job with some scissors. “Are you going to wear your jeans over it, then?”

“I’ll have to,” he agrees with a grimace. “You’re going to have to zip it up, too. Don’t get my back hair stuck in the zipper.”

Once the suit is fully on, I can’t hold back my laughter. “Oh. My. God. I’m surprised you don’t want to kill Tommy for this one.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I do.” Wilbur mutters, allowing me my moment of sheer hysterics as he pulls on his jeans. “Throw me my socks? I am not going barefoot on YouTube.”

Tommy and Charlie stick their heads in the door of the dressing room, both with their outfits on.

“Wow, someone’s looking bright,” Charlie laughs, taking in the full effect of morph suit, jeans, and socks. “Damn, didn’t want the audience to have a glance at the effect of a morph suit around one’s bulge?”

By this point, I’m practically on the floor.

“Well, can’t say it’s doing either of you any favors, either,” Wilbur lightly comments. “My girlfriend happens to like me in the morph suit.”

“Do I?” I manage through tears of mirth, making him pretend to kick me. “I’m kidding, Will. I like you no matter what stupid outfit Tommy makes you wear.”

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #princessfics #sorry boys #sorrybur #mcyt fluff #wilbur mcyt #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #tommyinnit