#c!wilbur smut

[lillyspeakz]

hcs on how the bursonas would react to getting/giving oral? :3

Yes yes and yes!

This is female anatomy… I’m sorry :((

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L’manbur:

-giving: he loves when you ride his face, loves holding you against him by your thighs as you crush his face with your thighs. He loves making you ride his fingers whenever you need him during the day and he’s busy, curling his fingers and thumbing at your clit as you bit into the fabric of his shirt.

-receiving: oml- when you slide under the table during meetings and suck him off, making it hard for him speak and stay focused without letting out a moan. Also loves when you jerk him off, your soft, sweet hands rubbing against his swollen tip and playing with him. Loves when you look intimidated at first and then get confident in your actions, whispering praises and some degrading comments to him.

Pogtopiabur:

- giving: he doesn’t really give you anything, other than the occasional fingering every once in a while whenever he’s too busy to fuck you. He cares more about saving his nation at this point then giving you the pleasure you crave. But when he does end up fingering, he does it in plain sight in the caves, where anyone can and has walked in on Wilbur fingering you or fucking you roughly. He made it known to everyone that you were off limits, even if he didn’t act like it.

- receiving: oh babe, your throat will hurt. He doesn’t want a pity hand job, he wants to fuck your throat until you have drool and cum spilling out of your mouth and coating your throat. He will force your head down and make you take all of him, wanting to feel your throat tight around his cock as you gag and cry for him to stop. But until you tap his thigh, he’s not stopping.

Ghostbur:

-giving: he’s very gentle with you, very hesitant even after he’s done this like thousands of times already. He places sweet kisses on your thighs and stomach, gently rubbing your skin as he finally makes his way down to your clit and places gentle kisses and sucks lightly at the bundle of nerve. His soft touches and soft attacks he leaves on your core, makes your legs shake from the sweet touches you weren’t quite used to from him.

-receiving: he isn’t a big receiver, doesn’t think it’s necessary. He just want to make you feel good and make sure you feel satisfied from it all. Yet, when he does finally allow himself to receive, my man turns into a whiney boy. Feels your mouth around him? Bucking as deep into your throat as he can, apologizing as he heard you gag, yet hips never stopping. Your soft hand around his hard cock? Wants to feel you around him right at the moment. Your hand doesn’t do your sweet, tight hole justice and he whines and moans about how he’ll feel much better inside you then out.

Revivebur:

-giving: oh this man holds you down. Your hips won’t leave the bed once and if they do, you are not going to finish that night. Wil likes to be in control, so when you try to make him go faster or tongue fuck you, he’s not going to take it lightly. Smacking your thighs or ass as he bites as your hip bone, calling you a desperate slut who can’t wait a couple minutes for more. So I advise you, maybe keep your hips down for rev.

-receiving: no mercy. Maybe. Depends on how he feels. If it was a good day with quackity and Tom wasn’t being insufferable, he would let you set the pace yet his hand would still be on your head, making sure you were making him feel good and not you. But if it was a really bad day and he comes home late? Oh I will be praying for yo ur voice the next morning. He will just use your that like a flashlight, no matter what position your in, he will make it work. He doesn’t like handjobs but will receive them if they’re apart of a quickie situation

Simpbur:

-giving: he’s messy. You will be dripping all over his mouth and he won’t stop until he wants too. You just taste so good and he finally has you underneath him, he’s not giving you time to breathe in between orgasms. Loves to tongue fuck you. Why use his fingers when he can use his mouth….

- receiving: WHINEY BITCH ALERT! Cannot stop bucking his hips into your mouth, loving the way it feels around him. You eventually have to hold his hips down and degrade him for being a needy whore. Loves hand jobs! Loves making eye contact with you as you whisper little praises and degrade him for being so whiney. Loves the random make out sessions you guys have when he’s about to cum, moans spilling into your mouth.

Incelbur:

-giving: he will take you to a different dimension. His goal is for you to feel good, only caring about you and how you finish. Wanting you to intense from the stressful day or week and just feel good at his account. He’s really cocky when it comes to eating you out, knowing he’s good at it. But when he fingers you? He’s relentless. Curling his fingers as he hits your g-spot, smirking against your mouth as you let out gasp and small moans, wanting more than anything for you to cum on his fingers and call him yours.

-receiving: like Ghostbur, he isn’t big on receiving. He doesn’t care for it. Doesn’t really like blowjobs because he doesn’t want you to hurt your throat and just thinks being inside you is better. But on the occasion you do, he likes to take it slow, savory the feeling of your warm throat taking his cock (he’s big), getting lost at the feeling. Now he doesn’t like hand jobs…. But thigh fucking you is a MUST! Loves your plush thighs and how they make a perfect flesh light for him to fuck into you, eventually painting you with his cum.

Ghost!wilbur:

-giving: oh my baby. He’s so sweet, yet he gets pussy drink fast, so don’t expect to leave the bed anytime soon. You can have cum 5 times already, drool pooling on the pillow, and wils still going at it, tongue flicking your clit and moving down to your entrance to grab the rest of the cum that he left. Loves how messy it gets, not having done this in forever- actually he’s never really done this. All the girls he’s had only wanting him to fuck them…. So let’s just say he enjoys it.

-receiving: will ask for a blowjob everyday if he can’t fuck you. He’s been deprived for almost 30 years, give him a break. He loves the stimulation, he loves the pleasure, and he loves how it’s at the hands of you. Only you who can make him feel the way he does. And he is a bucker, but not as bad as simp. So sometimes he’ll get too much, prompting you to holding his hips down as he whines.

Phantombur: (can you tell I love my ghost wil)

-giving: lowkey- phantombur gives off asexual vibes so. He does like to finger you, thinks it’s simple and plus he can go invisible to do it if he feels like you’ll be caught. He also goes invisible to tease you…. All the time. He does love to eat you out… loves your moans and your pleads for him to let you cum. Breath heavy as you thrust your hips up closer to his mouth, whiney as he hummed in disappointment against your mouth.

receiving: again, he isn’t a big sex person. But when he does want something, he prefers a hand job. He loves the simplicity of it, loves to kiss you randomly when he knows he’ll be too loud. The little praises you let out when he’s been so good and he gets to cum. Oh he’s a whore for that. If I knew any better I’d call him a sub.

[heartofwritiing]

c!wilbur is a tits man.

L’manbur: adores to plant soft kisses all along your mounds. Suck your nipples into his mouth. Grope them a little, worshipping them to his hearts content.

Ghostbur: loves to nuzzle his face in between them. laying on your back he uses them as a pillow. just shoves his face in there whenever he feels like it. Ghostbur just loves being clingy and grabby with you.

Revivebur: can’t get enough of, sucking hickies all over them, slapping them, pinching your nipples while you ride him. his eyes fucking bungle like a cartoon when he sees the way they bounce when you ride/when he’s pounding you.

here i go to hide again after i post this… 🫣 (jk)

tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et

[toiletwipes]

(i promise you) i will | clinic!wilbur

~1k words. / heyyyy this is all @drop-of-void doing. a little gift for them. and a little gift for you. thank you @sleeby-anon for proofreading <33 [siren trips into your home and makes the switch to be wilbur and lies in your bed, waiting for you to come home. he needs you, desperately. 18+, oral (with him receiving)]

He had slipped in through the window, no doubt covered in bruises all over his torso and he hissed as he took off his Siren clothes- the trench coat, the blue sweater, the voice modulator and the fucking blindfold- and stuffing them under your bed and slipping under the covers. You still didn't know and… it's not that he didn't think you'd understand. Plus, this, being tired and sleepy after a long day, you understand the feeling well.

You'd understand and you wouldn’t kick him out. You always told him to make himself at home, hell, he had a key.

(Whether or not you'd ask for the key back once you find out is another altogether that keeps him from sleeping at night, what keeps him from telling you.)

Not to mention that you'd be home soon too. He's so tired, he shivers in the cold blankets as he waits for you. Aching for your warm touch and attention.

Sure enough, when he woke up, you were sitting on the side of the bed, smoothing his hair out of his face. Smiling down at him. "Was wondering when you'd show up, you up for dinner?" And he shakes his head, unable to form words under the sleepy spell he was under, lifting the blankets so you'd get in. Thankfully you got the hint and he heard the tell-tale sound of shoes hitting the floor before the dip in the bed deepened, warmth spreading over him as your arm draped over his waist. The touch alone at his waist, especially with his shirt riding up so you were touching skin- it sent goosebumps to his arms.

"Wilbur, you're freezing." He sighs in soft hums, not even realizing how close he'd gotten, how he shoved his leg between yours and his face was in the crook of your neck. You're so fucking warm, how was he supposed to just let go and sleep on one side of the bed? By himself? Criminal. "It was that bad?" Flashes of the day behind his closed eyes had him curling around you tighter.

"Do you want to just sleep orrr..?" You trailed off, your fingers come up to tug at his hair and he couldn't help the shiver when you tugged a little too hard.

He didn't say anything about how hard he'd gotten after that, just let you hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, sorting out the tangles. He wanted to be inside of you but his insides were all gooey and he didn't want to move but god he is hard and you are so warm.

It was an accident, moving your hips and legs so that way your front was pressed against his erection. You stifled a laugh while he groaned. "Want me to take care of that for you?" And he didn't say no but he also didn't want to say anything. He wanted you, completely, though.

He nods.

You hum as you untangle yourself from him and telling him to stay up there, to use the safe word if he doesn't want it anymore and then you disappeared under the covers. It was getting warmer by the second but you paid it no mind, pushing his shirt up enough so you could kiss the hair trailing down his stomach. You could feel his cock twitch against your chest and his tummy trembled under your lips.

You kiss him all the way down to the band of his sweatpants, pulling it down to fish his cock out. Hot and heavy in your hand, you press a kiss to his shaft, getting to work in coating it with your spit. You're grateful Wilbur's especially sensitive now, his little gasps and whines make your own stomach burn with need.

At some point, you move to take his head in your mouth, sucking on it as your tongue covers the slit over and over and tasting the bitter pre. You could feel his hand covering his mouth, fishing the sheets and you couldn't go without hearing your boy. So while you took his hand into yours and guiding it to your head, you decided to sink your mouth even lower, hollowing your cheeks. You can feel his breathing heavy under you, can feel the vibration in his covered moans. You can feel him begging without speaking at all.

You come off of him, moving the sheets off of your head and seeing your boy red-faced and looking well and truly gone, his freed hand covering his mouth. You swing your legs over his, straddling him as you continue to stroke him. "Baby, I need you to tell me what you need."

His eyes squeezed shut as you tighten your fist around his cock, picking up the slow pace.

"Need- need you." You hum, slowing down again.

"I'm right here, baby, what do you need from me?"

He couldn't say it immediately so you let go of his cock, letting it smack against his stomach and shirt all wet. You lean down and kiss his temple, "Tell me what you need from me, d you want me to suck you off, want me to… fuck you, or something else?"

(He's so tired but with you so close, and he's so hard, he needs you so bad.) Coming out scratchy and soft, he begs for you to suck him again. You nod, sliding down his body and keeping eye contact when you pull his cock back into your mouth. His hand shakes as he reaches for your head, trying to bite down his moans and failing as you take him farther and farther into your mouth, swallowing around the head of his cock.

He cries your name, repeatedly as you work your hand around what you can't suck, taking your time as you listen to him beg. It's incoherent babbling and whining and it's so hot, it makes you squeeze your thighs together.

A little after your jaw begins hurting, his hips start twitching and your name falls faster off his lips and he tries to get you off but you sink your mouth further and further till your nose is pressed against his pubes. You blink past the tears and swallow again and again, moaning with him as he starts to jerk under you. And then his cock jerks inside of your mouth before spurting his come down your throat. You swallow as much as you can. And even after that, you wanted to keep him in your mouth a bit but with his hand patting your head, you came off. His cheeks, thoroughly red, and his eyes barely open to see you, he welcomes your kiss greedily, soaking in the attention you give him.

"Did so well, love. You did so good for me." You praise him, dusting his cheeks with feather-light brushes of your fingertips, watching himself close his eyes and try to bring you down. You giggle under your breath, "gonna clean you up and then we can sleep for a bit. Then we need to eat after." He nods and sinks further into your bed. It makes your heart swell as you get up and head to the bathroom. Taking care of him- you love doing it. You love him.

And yes, you saw the bruises under his shirt, it scares you. Deeply. You want to know who is hurting him and it kills you not to ask but you trust that whenever he's ready, he'll tell you. You trust him.

[cloverlilly91]

WOOOOOO SECOND FICTOBER FIC

I had fun writing this hehehhwhahahaha

Ship is: Transmasc! Revivedbur x Quackity

Trigger warnings for: a/b/o universe, detailed NSFW bc I'm gay like that, PEGGING, body worship

I had fun writing this, so hopefully, you guys have fun reading it!!

ENJOYYYY!!!!

taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser

God. Fucking. Damnit.

Wilbur was out of heat suppressant pills. And he had a strong urge to fuck something. Or more specifically... someone.

He made his way out of his cabin, taking quick but measured steps towards Las Nevadas. Was he meant to be there? No. Was he going to go just to mess with Quackity and hopefully get to fuck him? Absolutely.

He snuck into Las Nevadas, quickly making his way to Quackity's office with a smug grin. His pheromones were releasing like crazy, and it made him want to fuck Quackity the second he saw him. But he wouldn't do that. Yeah, he was crazy, but he wasn't a monster. He followed the scent of Quackity's stress, grinning as he entered the office. "Well, if it isn't my favorite duck," he said mockingly. Quackity's head shot up, and he glared at Wilbur. "Hijo de la- What do you want, Wilbur," he snapped, flaring his wings angrily. "Oh calm down ducky, I just wanted to see you," Wilbur replied, his tone one he would often use on Tommy when treating him like a little kid.

Quackity's eyes narrowed, and he sighed angrily. "Whatever you want, forget about it. You're not getting shit from me," he hissed. Wilbur chuckled, his pheromones releasing into the air as he took long, steady strides toward Quackity. Quackity's eyes widened as he finally caught a whiff of Wilbur's scent, realizing why Wilbur was there. "You're in heat," he said. It wasn't a question. "Indeed I am, and I want you to let me fuck you. Just for tonight, and we can pretend it never happened. In return, I'll leave you and your country alone... for a while," Wilbur responded, grinning.

Quackity thought for a bit, eventually sighing and standing up. "Fine. But just this once. If you ever ask me for something like this again I'm killing you." "Understood," was all Wilbur said, walking to Quackity's side. "Por qué estoy haciendo esta chingadera," Quackity muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Wilbur asked, leaning down to plant a kiss on Quackity's neck. "Nothing," he responded, shuddering at the kiss to his neck. "I think you're lying," Wilbur said, almost teasingly as he reached for Quackity's belt.

Quackity's breath caught in his throat as Wilbur's fingers brushed over his length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked up, chasing Wilbur's touch. Wilbur chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips. "You that desperate? Fucking whore," he teased. "Shut up, I don't exactly have a lot of time for shit like this," Quackity huffed, gasping as Will wrapped his hand around Quackity's clothed dick, squeezing him.

"Fuck," Quackity hissed, gritting his teeth. Wilbur chuckled, slowly rubbing him. "Stupid little whore," he teased, pulling Quackity out of his seat and pinning him against the wall. Quackity let out a surprised quack as Wilbur pulled down his pants, biting his lip as he slipped the tip of his middle finger in him. "Ay, mierda," he murmured, arching his back to meet Wilbur's touch, making the ex-president laugh. "That needy already?" he teased. "Shut up!" Quackity snapped.

From somewhere only gods know where Wilbur pulled out a strap-on and lube. "Where in the fuck were you hiding that?" Quackity questioned. "Wouldn't you like to know," Wilbur said as he took off his clothes. He put the toy on, decidedly keeping his chest binder on as he lubed Quackity up. "Ay, that's cold," Quackity hissed. "Oh, calm down. I might hate you, but I don't want to hurt you when we're fucking," Wilbur snapped, his hips suddenly thrusting forward to thrust into Quackity.

"Fuck!" Quackity cried out, clenching around the toy as he struggled to breathe. He hadn't been fucked in so long, and the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. Arching his back, he grinded his hips against the toy, desperate for some form of satisfaction. Wilbur chuckled darkly, grasping Quackity's hips harshly to keep him still, drawing a whine from the man. "You have to say it, use your words," Wilbur teased, smirking.

"Kill yourself," Quackity growled, struggling against Wilbur's hold. "Awww, you're so mean!" Wilbur pouted, pretending to be hurt. He reached around, grabbing Quackity's cock and squeezing. "Use your words," he hissed, glaring at Q. Quackity whined, bucking his hips slightly. "Fine," he spat. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Wilbur laughed, thrusting agonizingly slowly into Quackity. "That's good, but not good enough." Quackity whined, bucking his hips to get more friction.

"What, you want me to beg?"

"That is exactly what I want."

Quackity groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You're annoying," he huffed.

"I know."

Quackity gasped as Wilbur bucked his hips forward, shoving the toy even deeper. "Fuck," he whined, leaning against the wall. "Hm? What was that?" Wilbur asked. "Fuck me..." Quackity whimpered, his thoughts hazy already. Wilbur chuckled. "Already being fucked stupid, eh?" He asked, starting to thrust into Quackity, his pace slow and measured. Quackity moaned, arching his back to meet Wilbur's thrusts. "You bitch," he muttered. "How am I the bitch?" Wilbur questioned, harshly thrusting into Quackity. Letting go of Quackity's hips, Wilbur let his hands roam over Quackity's body, gently brushing over every scar, burn, and marks that have yet to fade. Quackity shuddered, his wings fluttering manically.

Leaning down, Wilbur gently nipped at the base of Quackity's wings, making him cry out in pleasure. He began to pepper kisses along Quackity's back, focusing on the area between his wings. "Fucking-" Quackity cut himself off with a moan as Wilbur nipped at the base of his wings. Wilbur sped up the pace of his thrusts, making Quackity cry out in pleasure.

"You bitch!" he whined, leaning heavily against Wilbur, who was palming him and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, his other hand wandering over Quackity's body. "Oh, calm down. I'm just making you feel good," Wilbur said, caressing one of Quackity's wings. "Fuck, so close," Quackity whined, thrusting into Wilbur's hand desperately.

Without warning, Wilbur squeezed Quackity's length, giving him the final push he needed. He spilled onto Wilbur's hand, whining. Wilbur chuckled and pulled out of him, kissing his neck. "Good boy," he teased, Quackity leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath. "Go fuck yourself," Quackity panted as Wilbur got dressed. Wilbur glanced back at Quackity, pulling his coat on. "I gladly will," he teased, walking out and leaving Quackity to clean himself up.

[piglinwithapickaxe]

I love when pride happens and tntblr rises from the ashes like a very grimy phoenix 🌈

[salllvester]

Quackity cockblocking himself [[pt 1]]

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Wilbur Soot was an idiot.

He’d died at least four times and needed to get his ass saved every other day. It was irritating at the very least. The problem was made worse when people began to drop him on my doorstep, the blade to be specific. As if he was my problem?! It’s bad enough that I had to babysit Charlie - him I can handle - but Wilbur? He was too much - in more ways than one - he always made a nuisance of himself.

I’ve had to save his ass more times than I have to with my own. No matter how much I hated Wilbur soot I found him attractive -not that I’d ever admit that- many things made him attractive. His height being one of them -I’m a sucker for a tall man, what do you want me to say? my dating history showed as much.- His voice, oh fuck his voice. I’ve always wanted to hear him beg, hear him whimper really.

Charlie has expressed his curiosity before; “Quackity of Las Nevadas, why do you show such distaste towards Wilbur Soot of L’Manburg yet let him stay here?” “If he is as much of a nuisance as you claim him to be then why let him continue his stay?”. Shit like that. It’s getting on my nerves. Fuck, even Techno commented on it during his brief stay.

“If you hate him, make him leave. You’ve done it before.” Everyone has said something about it, I'm so over it. They weren’t wrong necessarily but it was still really annoying. 

“It's gonna be a long day,'' I sighed. I began to do what I always do when I’m working long days; think about Wilbur soot. His hair, how I love his damn hair, looked so soft, unlike the rest of his gruff and hard body. I longed to run my fingers through his hair and give it a pull so strong his hair felt like it would come out of his scalp. 

His lips; used to be so chapped back in L’Manberg and now they’re so smooth. He had an affinity for sweets, which often resulted in me rushing to the washroom because he’d suck on lollipops. - hollowing his cheeks and rubbing them in circles on his tongue -

His hands; are so big - he could cover my entire throat with just one hand - he manages to make normal-sized things look small by comparison. He manages to make Schlatt look small! - That’s quite the feat if you think about it - 

His height; oh god his height. How I love to bring a man so tall to his knees, I did it with schlatt and I’ll do it again. He’s decently taller than me, Me being 5”6’ and him 6”6’. Seeing him on his knees begging for me to skull fuck him is a recurring wet dream of mine

His lips; oh fuck. Thinking about them has my dick chubbing up in my dress slacks... They’re the slightest bit chapped. I’d love to hold him down on my dick until he’s gasping for air. Seeing him slobber all over his nice iconic mustard yellow sweater because he can’t gulp it down with my cock in his mouth.

My fantasies thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my office door, it was likely slimecicle. I shouted, “Come in!” the door opened, and low and behold it was slimecicle. “Quackity of Las Nevadas! Jschlatt of Manberg has come to see you!” Slimecicle said in his usual cheery tone. “Let him in,” I groaned. As schlatt entered I spoke,

“What the hell do you want, prick?” “Am I not allowed to visit?” He questioned in his usual drunken tone. “No. No, you’re not. I explicitly told you that if you came here I'd personally rip your dick off and feed it to you,” I declared _ my anger is showing, fuck! - “Don’t you remember that? Or were you too fucking drunk?” I was beginning to shout. He was constantly drunk throughout our entire relationship, I doubt he remembers any of it.

His eyes grew wide, and a familiar look of fear flooded them. I chuckled. “What schlatt? Scared? Don’t be,” I began. “It’s business hours, otherwise you’d be clinging to this desk for dear life while you beg me like a whore to let you cum” I finished with a chuckle. 

He stares at me in what is either lust or fear; maybe both. He has always had a thing for pain, it’s probably why he drinks so much; he gets off on the pain of the alcohol going down his throat. “Are you fucking drooling in my damn office schlatt!?” I shouted. He shook his head aggressively in a ‘no’ gesture. 

I eyed the dark spot on his dress shirt, “You sure?” I gestured towards his chest, where the dark spot was. “Fucking slob-” Before I could finish my insult, my office doors slam open; revealing wilbur fucking soot. “The hell you want?! Can’t you tell I'm in the middle of something here soot!” I shouted. 

Schlatts head turned back so fast I'm sure he got whiplash, “sorry big Q, thought I'd swing by is all,” he mumbled. He’s yet to have made eye contact with me, fuck that did something to me. “Spit it out Soot” I spat. “I was wondering if you’d be free to chat later, maybe, I don’t know” his words were almost inaudible. 

“Speak the fuck up Soot?” "Can we talk later Big Q?" I sat momentarily, thinking, "Sit." I said, leaving no room for argument. Will looked confused, Schlatt even more so. "We're talking right now!" Schlatt shouted. I laughed, "I don't care jSchlatt. We can chat with Failure Soot still here. he doesn't have any brain, so he can't do much" i saw a blush rise onto Wilburs' face.

"Now what the shit were you going on about schlatt?"

[barzfrommarz]

i’m so autistic about tnt duo I physically cannot read any fics abt them (ESPECIALLY smut fics) like I physically can’t handle it

[lillyspeakz]

Wilbur using your mouth as a cockwarm, I don’t know how this would work l thought it might be a good prompt

UNDER THE DESK SUPPORT!

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“Just like that love. Now stay there and don’t make a sound yeah? And if you need a break, tap my thigh so I can mute, ok? Good baby.” Wilbur praises you as you nodded up at him from under his desk. His legs were spread open for you to sit in between, pants barely pulled down as his cock sat comfortably in your throat.

He was streaming today, ‘just some origins’ he stated as he started streaming, joining a call in the group chat and talking with the chat as you sat and watched him. Wilbur tried his hardest not to look down, knowing what he’d see, yet he couldn’t resist.

Your eyes were looking up at him through your lashes as you swallowed around his length, throat tightening around him. Wilbur placed his hand against his mouth and swallowed a groan as he finally looked back up to see Tom and Sneeg in front of him.

Your throat started to get tired as it had been a good half hour now, swallowing around him once again as you started to pull of, forgetting what he told you.

“Oh fuck- hold on chat.” Wil caught himself as he turned his mic and camera off, throwing his head back as your lips were still wrapped around his head. “Baby, you have to listen to my directions and if you don’t, it won’t be good for you.” Wil hissed at you as he placed a hand behind your head, furrowing his eyes as you nodded at him.

Shoving your head back down, you relaxed your throat as you hummed against him, loving the weight and length he was giving you. Wils hips thrusted against your mouth as a warning to stop as he turned his camera back on.

Getting an idea, you smiled against him as you scrapped your teeth lightly against the vein on the underside of his member, a groan being heard yet no one asked. Wil didn’t say anything, thinking it was an accident but if only he saw your devious little smile…

“Fucking- oh my god!” Wil moaned out as you started to move up and down, sucking him as hard as you could. Chat was a little bit concerned since he did just die but it was a late reaction… it any at all.

Wilbur placed a hand behind your head and shoved you down fully, a gag being heard from you, Wilbur thanking the mic for not picking it up as he said goodbye to the boys and the chat as he ended stream, claiming he was tired and needed sleep, even though he slept the whole afternoon.

As he ended the stream and shit his pc down, he lifted your head up by your hair and pulled you fully off of him. The look on your face was a pornos dream, spit all over your mouth and chin as your eyes were hooded with desire and want for him.

“Fucking- you couldn’t wait five seconds for me stream and got needy? Oh baby, I’m so sorry- you’re gonna regret fucking doing that.”

[heartofwritiing]

Sweet fantasy

paring: incelbur x fem!reader

authors note: i was inspired by @horny-p0et and their incelbur series. sns for this, this man makes me insane. this is my first time writing for him so please be kind! never written m!masterbation before either so sorry if it’s bad…

summary: incelbur jerks off to the thought of you.

warnings: smut, m!masterbation, incelbur being creepy, sexual fantasies, mentions of choking, penetration (pnv). so unedited pls be kind lol

This is wrong. He was so disgusted with himself but, you just looked so gorgeous today sitting in his geography class. 

Wilbur couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift as he lay in his dorm room. 

Praying that his roommate wouldn’t walk in on him. Somehow he would have to find a way to switch rooms soon. 

Your hair looked so nice as it flowed around your shoulders, and the warm smile you gave him greeted him. 

You had been talking to him for a while now and He was on cloud nine. Thinking why an angel such as yourself deemed him worthy enough for you to sit next to him, he’ll never know.

Unbuttoning his trousers bringing them down until they were around his thighs, just enough where he could start palming himself through his boxers. 

Having caught a whiff of your perfume. When you leaned over towards him to ask what question you had misheard the professor say, he went dizzy as the scent of floral and vanilla instantly made his dick hard.

Wilbur brought his hand up to brush over his hard length peaking up through his jeans. continuing to tease himself with thoughts of you. 

He moaned when he thought about how you had asked him for a pen. His fingers had grazed your palm and you thanked him so sweetly. 

The smile you gave him almost made him cum right there. He couldn’t take it anymore. Pulling down his underwear, cock springing free of its confinements he gripped around the base and began stroking himself. 

The tip was red swollen with pre-cum dripping from the slit and he imagined what your mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock. 

Your pretty lipstick smearing, the rolling of your eyes into your scull as you took him down your throat until you gagged. 

Your tongue kitten licking his tip was all he needed to start panting like a dog in heat as his movements kept up. 

You are under him. Looking so helpless as he pounded relentlessly into you… 

“oh fuck, fuck yes right there!” 

You were in his bed gripping the sweat-covered sheets. 

Moaning in unison as he held your ankles to push your legs up to angle himself deeper inside you with each thrust to hit your g-spot. 

He was on cloud nine as he felt your walls clench around him while praising you. 

“so good baby, so fuckin tight and wet wrapped around my cock,” he groaned. 

He shifted his eyes down to watch how he moved in and out of you and a ring of arousal formed around the base of his cock from your juices. 

Your face contorted in pleasure as your back arched so he could hit that spongy spot better. 

You gasped and writhed under him trying to get more friction.  

“fuck me faster, ruin me, please.” you cry out. 

Oh. he could completely come undone just from hearing your voice beg him to ruin you. 

Obliging your pleas he sped up his thrusts. Moving his gaze up to look at your face. 

Your head lulled to the side, mouth parted while drool slipped out the corner as you were a complete mess underneath his body bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“look at me,” he reaches his hand up to your jaw to force your eyes on him. 

You look him dead in the eyes with a dopey smile on your face. Wilbur leans down and places a kiss against your lips.

“Such a needy whore for me baby,” he pants. “All mine.” 

“All yours.” you echo. 

At that statement, it only makes him more desperate as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. 

His hips thrust faster to the point where your tits start to bounce with each movement as he ruts into you. The sight has him feral. What comes over him could only be described as possessiveness as he reaches a hand up to wrap around your throat. Putting just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling back and back arching until you’re squirting all over his cock. 

He cries out from the vice grip your cunt has around his dick that he can’t take it anymore and releases inside of you. 

Wilbur throws his head back with a loud moan and his hand flies up to cover his mouth so he wasn’t too loud as he cums from the image in his mind. 

Sticky white ropes leak from his tip as he strokes himself down from his high. Droplets fall onto his chest and some onto his sheets. 

This was the most he had ever come before and he gapes at the mess he made. All from a little fantasy about you. 

He curses as he falls back onto his comforter. Completely spent and tired he can’t help but not feel satisfied enough. 

Leaning over the edge of his bed he finds a rag and cleans himself up before throwing it across the room into his hamper. He sighs at the mess and decides he will deal with it later. 

Wilbur is left with a want still in the pit of his stomach. His hand wasn’t enough anymore, it wasn’t as good as the real thing. He needed you. 

The want for you had only just become stronger. 

End

tags: @lillyspeakz @sootwilb

whoever else wants to be added let me know!!

[lmanburgzslut]

my dick sucking skills could've prevented November 16th

[toiletwipes]

because we're friends | simpbur

~2.4k words / i tried my best to make it gender neutral reader but if there's any mistakes, feel free to let me know. [after hanging out with a friend and getting caught in the rain, simpbur takes his friend to his apartment to stay for the night. and he can't be normal and his friend knows.] 18+, minors do not interact.

You were just staying the night, for the night only. It’s pouring and you both walked here and both of you are broke idiots, he chants inside of his head, whatever could happen won’t happen. To take advantage of you while you’re helpless and with a dead phone? The temptation is there, his fingers twitch in his lap, the two of you sitting across from each other on his discounted couch.

You were just a friend who was just staying the night. Just that.

And yet, his mind runs from him. Because watching you watch some random movie, the flashing lights on your face only highlights what he likes seeing. Likes the dips and curves of your face, the way your eyelashes bat at him when you beg him to buy you something at the store. The way you pout at him. Fuck. He can’t stop looking at your mouth now. His mind runs from him and he can’t stop imagining you with spit-slick lips, bruised lips, lips wrapped around-

“-rything alright there, Wilby?” And the fucking nickname, his face burns. He lets out a low hum, focusing back on reality, looking you in the eyes. You’re not that concerned, only noticed his staring just now, most likely not aware how long he has been. (The answer being the entire time you’ve been watching your show.)

“Good. Just thinking.” Mhm, thinking he is, alright. But you smile, nodding and looking back to the screen, wiggling in your seat as you get comfortable. You send him a look as you stuff your feet underneath his legs. They’re cold, he notices and he can’t handle the effect you have on him. Fuck’s sake, your feet are only underneath his legs, but you’re touching him. Willingly, and willingly leaving yourself vulnerable. In no less than a second could he pin you down and work his fingers inside you, bruise your lips anyway he’d like. Because you trust him.

Both his fingers and his dick twitches.

And because you trust him, you end up scooting closer to him and his chest heaves with impure thoughts and desires. You don’t notice though. Switching the way you’re seated leaves you leaning against his side, with his arm tucked awkwardly behind you. But even then, you hum to yourself before reaching behind and pulling on his hand, wrapping it around your waist. His fingers graze uncovered skin by your stomach. He nearly jerks back before he forces himself to relax.

And his mind races. This position you’ve put yourself in. Tucking yourself into his side and wrapping yourself in him, letting him touch your bare skin. His heart pounds inside of his chest and he almost hopes you can feel him sporting a boner. He wants to shove his hand down your pants, up your shirt, in your mouth, fuck, the options were endless. More than anything, he wanted to push your face into the couch cushion and fuck you till you begged him to stop. And so again, his fingers twitch and you jerk away, giggling. “Sorry,” he mumbles, already pulling his hand away.

You shake your head, pulling on his hand again and even pushing it onto more uncovered skin, pushing your shirt up a little more. “I’m just ticklish.” And you twist your face a little just to smile at him.

He had so many questions, they’re just threatening to spill out of his mouth and fumble the wording and fuck everything up. But most of them are lewd and unbecoming of the friendship you’ve allowed him. Still, his fingers twitch and this time you relax as he flexes them, flattening them against your skin.

His own skin feels aflame, sensitive to every movement you make and he can’t even tell what the show was about. What they’re saying, who they are, they’re all lost to him.

And he misses a question. “Sorry, I spaced out- what did you say?” He tries to be casual but your next words send a shock through his veins.

“I’m not even surprised, I said, Wilbur- are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to do something about it?” And his bones turn into stone, everything about him freezes and he can’t move. As if he had ice in his system and not blood.

“What can- what can I do?” His breathing starts again but it’s heavy, his head light from the lack of breathing and blood flow. Unknowingly, his hand presses harder against your skin.

“You mean besides killing me?” You laugh but his mind moves ahead of him, even thinking of that too. His dick jumps at the thought of you, bleeding, staring at him. And he pushes it away, no, no he wouldn’t. Not when you’ve just given him explicit permission to- to-

Fucking hell.

Shifting in his seat, he keeps his hand on your skin, relishes it more now. But his other hand moves to wrap around your middle too, pulling you into his chest. “So I can- you’ll let me-” he cuts himself off as he presses into your back, feeling the full force of your soap hit him. The lotion you’ve told him about. He presses his nose and mouth hard against the skin between your shoulder and neck, breathing and moaning as he breathes out. Months of pining, months of looking at you, months of jerking off to you, months of wet dreams and months of pushing all of that away-

He can stop pushing the thoughts away, indulge in them a little. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asks, one hand pressing on your stomach and the other slipping up to your chest, the fabric of your shirt hardly holds him back.

“This being?” Your voice hitches as his fingers graze your nipple, pinching, pulling, flicking.

“Touching you.” And his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, not so much squeezing as much as it’s just touching. Your skin is just so fucking soft. And it smells good. He can’t ever imagine being anywhere else anymore. And just as fast as he wrapped his hand around your throat, it slithers back down, both hands coming up to grope your chest, mouth moving as he licks the light sweat on your skin. Why you would wear a sweater to his apartment when there’s no air conditioning, is behind him, but it only serves him. He moans at the taste of salt, of sweat. Licks your skin in small circles, loving the taste of you.

Nudging your head to the side, he loves the way your chest heaves, the way soft whines and pants come out of you, loves to tweak the buds in between his knuckles and sucking at your neck, biting and kissing and moaning at the sounds that come out because of him.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He asks, and he doesn't mean to, almost regrets it because wouldn’t that be a thought, to surprise you when he pulls your shorts down and shoves his cock inside of you. Oh, it’s so good, his dick jumps and he presses his body more into your back, nearly toppling the two of you over, and this way you can feel his dick against your back.

“Can you last that long?” Probably not but the way you tease him, it has him groaning against your wet skin, smelling so much like his spit.

“Don’t need to,” he mumbles, licking his way back up your neck and pressing closer, leans further to lick the skin of your jaw. Your head tilts back into his shoulder so nicely, he just has to suck a bruise into the skin there. And when he shoves his hand into your sweats, your mouth drops open and your eyes blink several times but they stay dilated.

“Wilb- fuck, Wilbur,” you whine as your hand reaches behind you, knocking his beanie off of his head and tugging on his hair. His mouth comes off of your skin as he moans, his hips jerking and rocking into your back. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He didn't care what the end of that sentence was going to be, he needed to hear what you sound like when you come. When he makes you come.

“Just like that, baby,” he mumbles, unable to close his eyes, pushing past the burning in his wrist as you whine right into his ear, your hips twitching and jerking on their own too as you make a mess over his fingers, his hand. You would’ve fallen face first into the cushion if he wasn’t holding you so close to him. “Just like that.”

The hand with you all over it goes right up to his mouth, licking every groove of his skin that’s covered in come, licking it all away and moaning at the taste. (The sight of which makes your insides burn, however boneless you are.)

In the next minute, he’s wiping the spit off of his hand on his own sweats, tugging at your sweater, which you take off gladly, and he shoves his hand between your body and your sweats, shoving them down. He feels your body shiver, bumps rising on your skin but all he feels is the intense burning of want, of need. He needs to be inside you right now, it drives him crazy.

“I’m so- so fucking close right now, I need you to tell me where I can come.” It’s like pulling teeth, speaking those words. You said anything, and fuck, maybe he might ignore whatever answer you have and come inside. His dick is so hard, he needs to be inside of you. He’s losing his fucking mind.

It’s as if you can hear his thoughts, or maybe he’s just saying them as they come, it doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is the grip tightening around his hair and you breathing out the word inside. The fucking butterflies he just felt. Fuck.

Shoving his pants down enough to pull his dick out, he smears pre-cum between your legs, your thighs, thrusting between them and the both of you moaning, it’s fucking bliss.

The moment he slips inside of you- he curses, you’re squeezing so tight around his cock, his mind blanks and he can only squeeze an arm around your stomach, the other one is squeezing the meat of your thigh, trying anything to hold back from blowing his load so fast when he just got his dick inside. “Fuck, f- I need a second,” and you’re breathlessly agreeing, squeezing his forearm, tugging his hair, whimpering in his ear. It’s almost too much entirely.

The pleasure doesn’t die down, but he manages to breathe through it, focusing on kissing your sweaty skin. And after a brief moment, you let go of his arm to pat it, asking if he’d be able to move now, leaning all of your weight onto him.

The first thrust out blinds him, pushing back in punches the breath out of his lungs. The way you’re breathing, sounds like you’re just as affected as him. He hopes, in a distant thought, that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Hopes that by the end of this, when the two of you are spent and exhausted and filthy, you’ll let him touch you again.

Minutes go by after slow jerks of his hips and then you whine, asking if he could go faster and fuck if his hips didn’t snap and the sound of skin smacking against skin, it’s enough to make the both of you groan. Fucking you, on his couch by the way, is the main wet dream. And the fact it’s happening right now? He’d come right then and there if he hadn’t worked so hard to come down from just that. Setting a much faster, a bit brutal pace, he’s hurtling towards his orgasm quickly, he can feel it.

“Let go of my hair,” he gasps, and as soon as you do, accidentally letting go of his forearm, he pushes on your shoulder and back, adjusting as needed as he works up to what he wanted to do earlier. Pressing your face into the cushion and fucking you like he’d die if he stopped. Your moans shift into sobs when he reaches around your front, burning at both ends.

And in a moment, in a flash, he squeezes your hip and leans over you, groaning as he spills come inside of you. He gives a few shallow thrusts, moaning over and over. And he stays there for a second, softening as he pulls out but groans anyways, the sight of his come spilling out of your hole? He acts without thinking, pushing two fingers to keep them in and your cries pull him out of his fuzzy head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He hums your name, pulling out his fingers and rubbing over your skin. Covering it in filth. His heart only pounds harder, he gets up from behind you, letting you lay on the couch. Fuck, seeing your hazy eyes, seeing you in a space he put you in from fucking you alone? He tries his best, grabs the blanket he’d tossed on the back of the couch and wipes you down, stomping the bubbling feeling of something good in his chest as you whine from the touch. “Here, let me take you to bed,” dropping the blanket, he tries his best to help you up before biting his lip and picking you up, hurrying to his room as quickly as possible. He wasn’t the strongest guy out there, and if he dropped you in his attempt to help? When he fucked you- and didn’t that give him butterflies to think about, fucking you hard enough your legs are jelly.

It doesn’t take long for you to come down, wherever you went, and by then, you’re ready to sleep. He thought about tucking you in, because what sight that would be, but the thought of waking up to you in the morning? Maybe fucking you in your sleep if he woke up, hell, you fucking him awake, riding him and using him like he used you? It makes him bite down on his lip to hold back a moan as he slips into bed behind you. And it melts his insides whenever you shift to turn in your sleep, tucking yourself into his chest. Sighing deeply.

He’s so far gone on you.

[justpuppylove]

thinking about Ghostbur being a little painslut & he’s just begging his partner to hurt him, squirming on the bed and he’s begging them to bite him, scratch him, fuck him harder, and he’s so sweet and innocent normally that even like this, his partner’s reluctant to hurt him, bc they’d be hurting Ghostbur.

but fuck bc the way he’s begging for it is addictive, and the way he gasps and whimpers and begs for more after they slap him— fuck. & he’s such a little fucking painslut too, they almost wonder how much pain he can take and enjoy.

bc every time they bite him, he begs them to bite harder, and he looks so fucking blissed out like this right now, teeth sinking into his skin, neck straining with how hard his hair is getting pulled, and nipples getting pinched.

tears are rolling down his face even as he begs for more, his voice high pitched and shaky between his sobs, and fuck the way he begs “please, more” is just so fucking pretty they can’t resist

Ghostbur smut

Sub!Ghostbur with g/n Dom!reader

Kinks: pain kink, spit, slight degrading/praising

Ghostbur is such a sweet boy, the complete opposite of Alivebur. Ghostbur is so gentle with you and he loves bottoming for you, he’s just such a wholesome soul that it’s hard to see yourself being too rough with him.

You’re sat reading a book as ghostbur approaches you, looking down at you and your book. He sits down beside you and you move over onto his lap and continue reading. He places his chin onto your neck and you can feel his heavy breath on your skin, he kisses your neck which sends shivers up your body. “What do you think you’re doing?” You say turning around to face the taller boy. “Nothing..” the curly haired boy responds avoiding eye contact. “If you needed me you just had to say so pretty boy” you say as you guide your hand up his thigh and unbutton his pants, making him whine. You take his pants off but keep his underwear on as you grind on his lap fully clothed. You could feel his length through your clothes as you leave hickeys on his neck. Although the boy was much taller than you, you could feel him shrink under you as he whined your name. “What’s wrong baby?” You say in a teasing tone while continuing to grind on him, “please be rough with me” he said whimpering. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t shock you, Ghostbur wanted you to be rough with him? Your ghostbur? “I don’t want to hurt you darling” you said genuinely concerned, until he started begging. “Please~ I need it so bad, please make me feel good” he whined, looking in your eyes. Of course you’d make your boy feel good.

You bit into his neck while bouncing up and down on his length. You barely bit down, “harder please~” he moaned out. “Is this really what you want?” You asked to make sure, he violently nods his head yes. You bite into his neck just enough to draw blood and you feel him buck his hips into you while letting out a load moan. “Fuck darling” he says as he fucks into you. You pull on his hair, “open your mouth slut”. He immediately does as he’s told and opens his mouth for you. You spit into his mouth and watch as he swallows, you could feel him speed up his pace and this was your signal he was going to cum soon. You slap his face before continuing to bite and suck at his neck. “Such a good boy for me” you whisper into his ear before pulling roughly at his hair, that was the last thing he needed “Can I please cum for you baby” he begs while holding onto your waist. “Mmm~~” you say teasingly like your thinking about his question, this was clearly not the reaction he wanted because he immediately started begging for you to let him cum. “Please, please, please, I’ve been so good” he says with tears swelling up in his eyes. “Okay love, cum with me.” You say finally giving in, he did not waste any time to do as he was told. He slammed into you a few more times before he came inside of you. You pulled his hair roughly as you reached your climax as well.

You both were panting for a while, trying to catch your breath while coming down from your highs. Afterwards, you cleaned each other up and you littered soft kisses over all of the marks you made. You both whispered ‘I love you’s into each other’s ears as you both continued reading your book together.

[may be a bit different than the request but I hope it’s still good :D ]

[lonewisteria]

Damage Control

Chpt. 1

☽ Hiiii! I love writing, but never written x readers before. I’ve gotten very inspired by the plenty of literature here! Figured I’d take a crack at it. Writing using c!schlatt. This idea was cooking in my head. Will write requests!

☽ notes: use of ‘broad’ and ‘bitch’, afab but use of gender neutral pronouns, alcoholism, will have smut eventually, ram!Schlatt x dog!reader (bc guard dog get it haha)

☽ summary: this takes place during Schlatt’s rule of Manberg. You’re part of his security team, one of the toughest members of the organization, matter of fact. Despite being hired to protect the big man from assassins and angry civilians, your other job was protecting him from himself.

☽ words: 2216

It was Tuesday. Absolutely nothing was going on during a Tuesday evening. Your shift was winding down, the hours spent patrolling the capital building concluding. There wasn’t much action today; a drunken civilian babbled nonsense on the front steps and a stray dog wandered onto the lawn. The highlight of your day? The 10k+ steps you got in.

As you go to clock out, a weary sigh escaping your lips and your shoulders slumping, a hesitant tap on your shoulder halted you. Turning around, you’re met with a council member, their face tight with apprehension.

“Hey, y/n…” they mutter, voice barely audible.

Before they get another sound out, you cut in, a grumble to your tone. “Schlatt’s throwing a fit again?”

When the council member nods in confirmation, somehow your shoulders sag further and you feel more weighted down.

You were on his security team, one of the best they had, despite the unassuming look to you. No one would suspect you’d be able to roundhouse kick or shoot a gun clean through the eye. There was a reason you were hired, but it wasn’t to babysit the president.

Yet, here you were, sauntering down the halls and up the stairs to his office.

No one wanted to manage him. Not his council members, not his Vice President, certainly not the little goat boy that’s his shadow sometimes. Everyone was too intimidated to handle his alcoholic, rage induced episodes. Except for you.

The entire building recognized the lack of fear in your eyes whenever Schlatt loomed over you, drunk, yelling obscenities. You never flinch. In fact, you sometimes argued back, leading to tense, often chaotic, scenes in the middle of the halls. It enraged Schlatt every time. This lowly security guard, daring to disobey him in front of his people? What a joke. People couldn’t wrap their heads around it, but it was further proof you had to be damn good at your actual job.

As you approach the presidential office, the scent of alcohol and smoke grow thicker. You can see the plaque next to the door reading ‘President Schlatt’, his name emblazoned over what was likely Wilbur’s. Your heart was steady as you knocked, unfazed by whatever lay behind the door this time. When there was no response after a few seconds, you pushed it open, stepping into the fresh mess the big bad president made.

In the dim light of the office, a smoking ram hybrid slouches against his desk, his massive frame hunched in apparent frustration. His brown ears and long tail twitch in exasperation, golden eyes narrow as he sneers at you. Schlatt sets his cigar down in an ashtray and leans back in his chair, his curled horns settling perfectly into the seat’s indents they've worn over time.

“What is it? The hell do you want?” He growls as you step further into the room, traversing broken glass and strewn about objects on the floor. Your steps were sure and unwavering, your composed demeanor only deepening his irritated state.

You raise an eyebrow at the president…no, emperor as he insists, and stop feet from his desk. “Wondering what’s got you so worked up this time,” you state firmly, ears twitching, “it’s the second tantrum you’ve thrown this week, not even your council wants to deal with it.”

“A tantrum you say?” Schlatt drawls, “Please, don’t flatter yourself, broad. This is how I conduct business. If my council can’t handle a bit of chaos, then they’re unfit to serve.”

His eyes track your movements as you lean over his desk to pluck his cigar from the ashtray. You need it more if you keep enduring his bullshit. Still, he can’t help but smirk as you bring it to your lips, taking a hefty drag.

“Careful now,” he warns, his tone deceptively light, “that’s an expensive blend. Not somethin a lowly staffer like you should be sampling without permission.”

Even as he says this, you shrug and take another drag, letting the smoke linger between you.

With an exaggerated snort, he reaches into his desk drawer to pull out -not some paperwork or even a gun- a bottle of half-finished amber liquid. Some rich whiskey he keeps around for occasions like this. He unscrews the top and slides it to you across the desk, the alcohol swishing and emitting an opulent scent from the neck.

“Since you’re here, might as well make yourself useful,” he states, taking out two crystal glasses to perch next to the bottle, “pour me another. And one for yourself, if ya think you can handle it.”

You laugh, bitter and amused, taking one final drag of the cigar, blowing the smoke in his direction. After snuffing it in the ashtray, you flash him an irritated grin.

“You want me to pour a drink for us?” you scoff, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I have to clean up your mess. You should be doing that for me.”

Your defiance is both frustrating and oddly appealing to Schlatt. He watches you with a blend of amusement and resentment as you move about the room, picking up remnants of his latest outburst. “You’re not exactly in a position to be making fucking demands, but fine, I’ll indulge you this once,” he gives up, pouring the whiskey into both glasses to immediately nurse on his.

As you continue to tidy up, sweeping glass shards and returning trinkets to their original posts, Schlatt’s gaze lingers on you. There’s a strength in the way you carry yourself. A quiet confidence that draws his attention like a moth to a flame. Not many people were like you. Most of those under this roof and working under him, either hated his guts or cowered in corners.

Except you.

“Yknow, for a subordinate security guard, you sure have a lot of fuckin nerve,” Schlatt’s tone is somewhere between mocking and appreciative, “most people in your position would be groveling at my feet, but not you.”

You don’t look up as you scoff at his words, proceeding to move about and align misplaced books with calm precision. Though your eyes linger on a picture frame he threw in the midst of his storm. It was a photo of a younger Schlatt, with little horns and innocent eyes, hanging off of what appeared to be his younger sister, her hair white and puffy, horns more delicate than his. You don’t dwell too long before placing it back on a shelf, the glass still shattered.

“Why do you think I’m always sent in here after your little fits?” you state as you admire your handiwork around the room, “as far as I’m aware, I’m the only person in this building who’d rather spit on your shoes than kiss them.”

Schlatt’s eyes narrow at your brazen words, slight respect mingling with his typical disdain. He leans forward with his elbows on the desk as his calculating gaze regards you.

“You’re treading on some thin ice, bitch. One wrong move and I can have you thrown in prison for treason,” he muses.

Yet, as he threatens you, there’s mirth in his golden eyes as you approach to snatch the full glass of whiskey. He cocks an eyebrow as you down it, admiring your ability to handle the potent spirit with ease. It’s a rare quality in someone who isn’t used to his company.

You return the glass and instead take the whole bottle. “Now, are you gonna tell me what’s got you all worked up before you start chucking alcohol around the room again?”

Schlatt stretches his legs out and leans back. The way you take a swig straight from the source makes him grit his teeth.

“Fine. Ya wanna know what’s bothering me? It’s these incompetent fools I call my damn cabinet,” he growls, fingers drumming restlessly on the armrests, “They can’t do shit right. Every decision I make is questioned, every order is challenged. It’s fuckin exhausting.”

He reaches for the cigar you discarded earlier and lights it. The smell of tobacco fills the air heavily again as he takes a drag.

“Tell me, y/n, what do you think of the state of Manberg? Do you approve of my leadership?” His tone is virtually conversational, but there’s an underlying tension beneath. It’s as if he’s testing you. Gauging your loyalty and intelligence with mere questions.

You heed his complaints as you finish off his whiskey. It’s pretty damn good, you had to admit. Plus, better to diminish what was fueling his hostile moments.

Albeit, his questions take you by surprise . With a thoughtful hum, you set the empty bottle down and stare off into space. You’ve seen the effects this ram has on Manberg and its citizens. It genuinely was a borderline dictatorship. One that was unforgiving, but showed just enough care toward its people.

“You’re egotistical. Arrogant. A total power trip. Can’t say I disagree with your precious cabinet,” you begin honestly, your eyes meeting his, “they have some sense to disregard your suggestions.”

You steal the cigar from his lips, bringing it to yours for a smoke. His expression is unreadable at your blunt assessment of his character…and the way you take his cigar, remaining face to face with him.

“But, you’ve built up Manberg. Gave it strength, a purpose. They’re wrong to deny that.”

Your words ring in his ears and he scoffs. “Well, you’re not wrong. But in my position, a little ego is necessary. It’s what keeps the rabble in line,” he muses.

Schlatt plucks the cigar from your lips, bringing it back to his mouth for a gradual drag. The smoke curls lazily around his head as he exhales, his gaze locked on you.

“I have built up Manberg. Given it a purpose. And that purpose is me,” he declares. “You see, I am Manberg. Without me, this nation would crumble. It was nothin but filth before I came along. The people need a strong leader to guide them, and I am that leader.”

His gaze sharpens again, something dark and possessive in those flecks of gold. Even as he rises to tower over you, there isn’t a trace of fear in your eyes, in your posture.

“But don’t think for a second this means I approve of your insubordination. You may be useful, but you’re still just a dog,” he growls and seizes your chin in his calloused hands, forcing your neck to crane further, “So keep doin your job and stay out of my way. Or else you’ll find out just how much I enjoy putting disrespectful mutts like you in their place.”

The emperor’s statements are a threat, yet there’s something else. A challenge perhaps. As if he’s goading you to defy him, to provoke his authority and see what happens.

And that’s precisely what you do.

In a flash, you bite the shit out of his hand, causing him to release you with a snarl and puncture well up with blood. The pain momentarily shocks him out of his usual composure. He cradles his bleeding hand to his chest as he regards you with pique and grudging respect.

You fully lean over his desk, teeth bared as you stare. “Keep talking to me like that and I won’t keep coming in here to keep you in order,” you warn, voice low and menacing, “one major slip up with your anger is all it’ll take for the cabinet to throw you out.”

With that, you straighten, smoothing out your attire and tail as you turn toward the door. “You stupid bitch!” Schlatt barks, “you think you can just walk away from this? I’ll have ya thrown in the streets for that!”

Albeit, even as he spits threats, there’s a dark satisfaction gnawing at his stomach. As if he savors the challenge you present. Relishes the way you stand firm and unflinching. Never have you walked away with your tail between your legs. Never has he seen you back down. That’s something rare he cherishes, in his own twisted way.

“Keep this shit up and you’ll find yourself beneath my boot, and trust me, that’s not a place you wanna be,” his voice is a deep rumble as he stalks toward you.

For a moment, it seems like he might physically command you, but he stops just short of reaching you. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he wrestles with his temper for once.

“Get the fuck outta my sight,” Schlatt ultimately snaps with a flick of his tail, “and don’t let me catch you disrespecting me like that again.”

He turns away as you exit his office, slamming the door behind you. His shoulders are rigid with barely contained rage. The office feels suffocatingly hot, hotter than it usually is when he’s full of alcohol.

A heavy sigh leaves the ram hybrid’s lips. He reaches for the bottle of whiskey, its weight light. It’s empty. You finished it all. With an irritated curse he hurls the bottle at a nearby wall, the shattering echoing in the room.

And as he studies the shards settling on the floor, his eyes flicker back to the door. Part of him, for a fleeting moment, hopes you’d come back to clean it up. But the door remains shut.

☽ chapter 2 here

[lillyspeakz]

Hiii so my birthday is October 9 and i was hoping you would write me a fiction about wilbur pressumably about brat reader x incelbur ? Also would love a breeding kink but if youre uncmfy with that don't do it peace and love :)

Happy birthday darling!!! I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy ;) sorry I didn’t incorporate any birthdays in here but- it’s pure filth so.

warnings: brat tamer!incel…. Degradation, jealous bur, petnames….. really just- y’all are in college!! , aftercare, reader and wil are lowkey both cute at the end.

also sorry if this is wak! I’m getting back into writing longer smut

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“If you weren’t such a slut for attention, maybe we wouldn’t be here. But no, you wanted to test my fucking limits and now I’ll test yours, yeah?”

You had been in a mood all day. Wilbur had been doing everything else under the sun instead of talking to you and giving you attention. You never begged for attention but today was the only day exception, whining and moaning for him to look at you. But you were just waved off as he continued to work.

You finally had it and stormed off. If he didn’t want to give you attention, you’d find someone who would. People don’t ask you where the parties are at everyday for no reason.

As changed, a tighter shirt that exposed your torso and pants that exposed a little too much fit around your hips. You put all the miscellaneous things on as well, smiling at yourself in the mirror as you made sure you looked perfect.

“Where are you going? Looking like that?” Wil stood in the doorway, arms crossed as he furrowed his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at his concern, not in the mood too hear his poor excuse to make you stay.

“I’m going to a party.” You plain out said as he scoffed and came behind you, looking at you on the mirror with dead eyes.

“Without me? While looking like this? Trying to get everyone’s attention in that building?” Wilbur hissed out as he caged you against the counter, hands gripping the material.

Looking back at him, you smirked as you shrugged. “And what if I was? Better than what you’ve given me all day. At least they care.”

Those words set Wilbur off, his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pressed his body onto yours, making you bend slightly over the cold marble. “You don’t think I fucking care? I chased after you for years and I finally got. And this is what I get? A fucking whore who can’t go a couple hours without someone’s attention? Lucky me huh?”

His eyes pierced through yours as he held your head back, your scalp burning from the strength of his pull. A smile stood strong on your face as he degraded you for your worth, loving every second of it. “You’d think you’d give me more attention if you wanted me so bad right? You’d spend every second on your knees worshipping me- yet I don’t see it…” you pouted at him as you hit your lip. “Maybe someone else can give me that-“

You were pushed down onto your knees as Wilbur stood in front of you, hair still in hand as he slapped you across your face, taking your jaw in his free hand, “Want attention? Fucking earn it, you brat. You know what I want.”

Keeping his hand in your hair, he loosened his grip as your brought your hands up, pausing as he let out a disappointed hum. “C’mon baby, you know better than that…” The man mockingly pouted at you, shoving your hands off his pants, pushing your head closer to the bulge in his pants.

As your teeth gripped the material, pulling and twisting to get the button off, you looked at the tall man through your lashes. Finally getting the material undone, you quickly took the zipper in your mouth, pulling it down south as you nosed at his hard on. The musky sent that he held intoxicated you, making your brain fussy as you mouthed at his clothed cock.

Groaning, Wilbur watched as you licked and kissed along his bulge, hips twitching slightly at the sight. “Come baby, I know you want it-“ as he gave you confirmation you quickly pulled his boxers down the best you could just enough for his cock to spring out and hit your face in the process, precum marking your cheek.

Hissing at the cold air that hit his cock, a moan Wilbur followed at you took his tip in between your lips, your soft tongue soothing the ache that pulsates in his dick. As you kitten licked and sucked at the head all you could, will pushed your head down, down, down until he finally felt you gag around his length. Throwing his head back, he kept your head down on his length as your nose was touching his pelvis, hands grabbing at his thighs as tears filled your eye line.

Looking down at you, Wilbur almost came right in that moment as you looked into his eyes, lust and want glazing over your eyes, tears falling as you blinked. Spit fell out of your mouth and down your chin while your hand was buried between your blush thighs, rubbing your clit as the situation escalated.

“Fuck- always such a good baby when you finally gets your hands on my dick. Is that all it takes? My dick down your throat, spit all of your face as I use you like a fucking rag doll? Yeah, I bet you like that, you fucking cock sleeve. But only for me yeah? Only I’ll be able to make you cum like this, make you act like this. Fucking- yes baby!” Wil rambled as he fucked your throat, his thrust gaining speed and strength as he went on, the feeling of your throat closing in on his cock as you choked on his length making it hard for him to not finish.

As you hallowed your cheeks, making the feeling even better, Wilbur moaned out as he pulled out of you, hips jerking against your face as you held your tongue out against him. Precum dripped off his tip as you licked his length and collected the salty substance, moaning at the taste of him. Wilbur came down from the high, upset that he pushed himself that fair, edging himself in the end.

He looked down at you, eyes hooded as you looked up at him with the most innocent expression ever, smiling up at him as his hard cock sat next to your face, licking up the left over cum that rested on his hard on. Scoffing down at you, Wilbur pulled you up by your hair, a whine coming from your mouth as he shoved you over the sink, the cold material soothing your hot skin.

“Now what your going to do, is your going to be a good girl like I know you can be, and fucking take it.” Wil growled as he held your head up, pulling your pants down and slamming into you as he kept eye contact with you. His thrust were hard and slow at first, wanting you to feel all of him all at once just for him to take it back out.

Your arousal made it easier for him to slide in and out, the sounds your core making and the skin on skin contact making you keen over as a loud moan escapes your mouth.

At this point he was going faster than you thought was possible for a man to go, hitting spot so deep in you they made you see stars. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as Wilbur brought his hands down to your neck, lifted you up off the counter and against his back. A choked moan left your mouth as the new angle let him hit deeper in you, your body starting to fold as your legs shook, the pleasure being way to much.

Wilbur wrapped his hand around your stomach, keeping you up as his hips went faster, his own moans and whines filling your senses.

“Such a good whore for me, letting me use you like the toy you are. Only good to be full of my cum and warm my cock. No one else can make you feel like this darling, only me. Only I can make you submit to me like this. Say it.”

“O-On-Only you. F-fuck-“ drool ran down the sides of your mouth, dripping onto your shirt as your mouth opened wide, empty screams being left in your wake.

“Already fucked you dumb baby? Thought you wanted attention- oh fuck-“ you clenched around him as you gripped at his wrist that held you neck, fucking back against him as you chased your own orgasm. “You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you, ok slut? listen to me. Hold it for a little longer, want to make sure you know who you belong to baby, want you to know who fucks you the best…” Wilbur whined out as his hips stuttered against yours, the sloppy sounds of your core clenching around him and his moans filling the small bathroom.

“Wil- I- please!” You whined as your legs shook and your upper body started to fall over more, Wils hand straining on your neck, making it tighten more.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, it was getting too much. How deep he was, how he was hitting every spot perfectly, how he was treating you. It was all too much, and you needed release.

“Cum for me.” Those words made your eyes roll back, seeing stars as you let out a scream, squirting all over his cock as your legs gave out.

Feeling you tighten around him, Wilbur thrusted a couple more times, stuttering as he filled you up with his cum. “Fucking take it, gonna make you so full with my cum-“

The wave that came over you both took a bit to come down, the tension and heavy atmosphere of the situation dissipating as you went limp against Wilbur and his hold, barely being able to keep yourself a float after the intensity of your orgasm.

Letting out a sigh, Wilbur slipped out of you, groaning as his now soft cock hit the air cold once more. You whined as you clenched around nothing, missing the way he filled you up and hit those spots oh so deep.

Wilbur watched, mesmerized as his cum fell out of your spent core, pushing the small amount back into you. “So you know who owns you baby. Who can make you feel this good.” Wilbur whispered out as he massaged your body, soothing the aching muscles on your body.

Wilbur pulled you up once more, slipping your pants all the way off, taking your shirt off as well as he sat you down on toilet seat, slipping his clothes off as well.

“Go to the bathroom love, and then we’ll take a shower so I can show you what I’ve been working on, yeah?” Wil spoke softly to you as the sound of the facet being turned on, water hitting the shower floor as you looked up at him with a confused smile. “You thought I was doing random shit all day and ignoring you? You think that lowly of me?” Wilbur teased as you shook your head, grabbing his hand in yours as he hoisted you up into his arms, walking into the shower with you.

As he placed you down on the floor, arms wrapping around your waist, he placed his forehead on yours. The moment was silent, but comfortable. There wasn’t much you could say, both of you understanding the other loved them just as much and that it was the heat of the moment. You both knew you weren’t actually mad and he wasn’t either, but rather frustrated at the situation.

Smiling down at you, Wilbur placed a kiss in your head as he pulled you into his chest.

“I love you.”

“and I love you.”

[heartofwritiing]

cowboy!wilbur headcannons.

another’s note: i’ve had cowboy!wilbur in my brain since the npt mv, which is different from the outlaw/cowboy!wilbur i wrote a head cannon about a while ago. ive wanted to write fics about him so here’s some headcannons i came up with that have been in my drafts for about a year ✌🏻

paring: cowboy!wilbur x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut, domestic fluff, established relationship, if there’s anything i missed lemme know!

cowboy!wilbur- whos married to you and owns a farm.

-you got married on that farm.

-it was simple yet elegant.

-it was just relatives and close friends.

-he spends all day out in the heat, getting all sweaty, feeding the cow, he named her buttercup. the chickens and goats.

-fixes anything that might be broken as an excuse to keep himself busy.

-you’re always patching him up from splinters, cuts, and kissing the callous’ on his hands.

-“you gotta be more careful baby,” you’d kiss his palm after you had put ointment on a cut.

-“well then you wouldn’t be able to patch me up anymore, darling,” he’d tease.

-you hope he wasn’t getting hurt on your behalf just so he could get babied. you would do that regardless.

-going for early morning rides together on your horses.

-he taught you how to ride.

-late night bonfires under the stars in the wide open country side.

-he plays guitar and serenades you.

-he’s written you so many songs.

-having your most vulnerable conversations in those moments, it’s just you, him, and the night sky.

-he’s taken you so many times under those stars.

-he’s taken you anywhere he could on the farm. the living room, the kitchen counter, bedroom, floor, wall. you name a surface he’s had you bent over/ against it.

-he is very handsy. always wants to be touching you in some way.

-he’s a gentle lover when it comes to sex.

-but every once in a while he becomes carnal with desire.

-one time you took his hat that was hanging off the bed post and put it on while ridding him.

-he went absolutely feral.

-he fucked you until you couldn’t even remember your own name and your thighs were shaking.

-mostly when he’s stuck outside all day and hasn’t seen you he craves you more than anything.

-especially if he sees you in the little sundress’s you love to wear and tease him with.

-once he had fucked you in the barn in the hay like the wild animals you are.

-you had come out to give him a glass of lemonade you had made fresh when he saw the way you looked at him with anticipation of what he thought.

-he couldn’t help bringing you into a kiss and things escalated until you were both rolling around in the hay.

-but never again after you had gotten hay fever and wilbur had blamed himself the whole time you were sick.

-he takes care of you.

-wether you are sick, on your period or having any mental health problems, he is always there for you. and vice versa.

-slow dancing in the kitchen late at night to the old radio you found in an antique shop. (you don’t know how you got it to work)

-making breakfast together in nothing but his t-shirt as he holds you from behind.

-cuddling into the late hours of the morning.

-looking into each others eyes.

-interlocking your fingers together and with the hand that has your wedding ring on it, he kisses and admires.

-“mine forever and always.” he says.

-“forever and always.” you echo.

tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @sootwilb

[bugflies00]

you just dont understand the inherent eroticism of eating someone out underwater while actively choking on their fishussy (i guess fishdick? she did get him pregnant) followed by a tasteful break on the sunny rocks staring at each other lovingly. tsk.

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