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Yay, I'll be greedy then! How about we get some good old oblivious reader with number 35? And a bit of... Okay listen either Techno or Wilbur

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Using TECHNO THIS TIME ROUND

Listen. You know you shouldn't be running around in such light clothing but the person you're staying with tonight is not here and if he saw you, he'd understand. The summer here is making the fire in the fire place unnecessary but you- you've never had to put a fire out before! You couldn't be blamed!

So. Tank top. And underwear you may or may not have borrowed from Techno- okay this looks bad but you were doing laundry and now you can't focus. If you can just try to get your chores down and then go to your room and sleep for the rest of the day, maybe it'll be fine.

And when your elbow meets the opening door and your ass is now freezing, you realize a little too late that your host is unpredicatable.

You cradle your elbow and a very warm hand comes to steady you as you're cursing and swearing at the wood but when he doesn't speak, you look to him. He's gotta be angry that you hadn't killed the fire, maybe stealing his clothes-

But he's silent, eyes zoned in on the underwear but quiet.

"Is that... my underwear?" He asks and you're biting your lip and cringing at yourself.

"All of mine were in the dirty pile, and they're drying right now- and I honestly didn't think you'd be back already, and I didn't know how to put the fire out so- no pants thursday? You don't- you don't mind, do you? I could give them back?" By the time you've finished, his eyes were wide and the pupils were blown. You wonder what he's been doing all day or what he was thinking about for him to be like this.

"Mind? I, no I don't mind." And then he moves forward, letting go of your form. He heads to the rack area, dropping pieces of armour and axes and shit into place. And then he hung his cloak on a hook and placed the crown on the side. You clear your throat, impure thoughts nearly take your mind over when he started rolling his sleeves over his elbows.

"And! I've been making dinner!" You say, moving from the front door to go to the counter that's shoved beneath a window, and your mouth is running a mile a minute to hide your embarrassment. Talking about dinner, your day, anything to fill the silence you're usually okay with. But the silence today? Unbearable. And you're hoping that even though he said he doesn't mind, that he doesn't kick you out.

And when you serve him a plate and ask him if he wants a drink, you don't notice the clenched hands in his lap, watching you move around. The domestic thoughts of this becoming a regular occurrence, the thought of keeping you here forever, marrying you, holding you close, keeping you to himself till death do you part-

But with the way you manage to turn topics, how you can easily eat dinner when all he can focus on is how hard he is. And when you stand up to go do something, the words trip over themselves coming out of his mouth, "are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?”

And you stop, ice filling your veins. Head to toes.

"What?" You breathe out, slowly turning around, suddenly feeling very naked under his stare.

And it's- it's so unfair how handsome he is. The mess of pink haif, mussed up from his helmet and crown, the defined form of his arms, the veins you could see flexing on them. And the way you know the scruff on his face would burn your thighs-

It's only fair, the two of you talk this out like normal people. And by talking it out, you mean by being pinned against the wall, his hands bigger than your face and the center of your dreams smooth over every surface of skin on you, ending on your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist while you kissed the shit out of him.

You gasp when your sex makes contact with his hard-on. "Fuck-" you swear but he nods, moving his face to your neck.

"That's the point, doll."

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MMMMMMMMM THIS SHIT HURTED

All is fair in love and war [Wilbur x reader]

Pairing: cc!Wilbur Soot x female!reader

Summary: You're both very busy people, yet spend your time fighting a loosing battle

Warnings/tags: Angst, fighting, yelling

Words: 2.2k words

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: I promised this weeks ago, just never posted it. (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

You find yourself nearly collapsing when you finally get through the door to your shared apartment. Wilbur isn’t home, as it is evident in the way it has been allowed to get warm. You like it when it's warm. It’s late. The sun has been gone for hours at this point, it has been gone long before you even thought about going home. You like being a lawyer, you like being an associate, you like making nearly 40 pounds an hour.

You look at your phone, no messages ever since you said you would be staying behind. He’s probably still streaming, or something. Your shoulders sink at the thought, but it’s alright.

It’s alright.

You can’t expect him to sit around and wait for you, just as he can’t expect you to do the same.

You stumble through the dark, refusing to turn on the lights. Even the bedroom is cold tonight.

A breath of relief flies through you as you finally get out of the tight-fitting skirt, Wilbur has always told you that you look good in it. Very mature and professional. You snort, hearing his voice in your head.

Despite the warmth in your apartment, the bed is cold as you sink into it, checking your phone one last time before diving into the sweet sensation of sleep. Welcoming the void of nothing, the void in which your worries cannot find you.

The void in which you miss your boyfriend coming home, complaining about the heat, complaining about the warm bed, but still finds his way into holding onto you. Finding a way into his own void.

You can feel his eyes on you as you get out of bed. The cold biting your toes, as you leave the one warm thing in your apartment. Wilbur let the apartment turn cold once again.

“Why are you up this early?”

“I have a job.”

He whines, opening the comforter for you to climb back into, only to be met with a sigh. Baiting you with the warmth he deprives you of outside the bed.

“I have a job, Wilbur.”

The comforter falls back down, eloping him, shielding him as he finds the words to attack.

“Of course you do, of course you fucking do.” He turns away from you, “will you even be home before sundown?”

You bite your tongue, a refusal to make promises you can’t keep, at the forethought of your mind. You secure the skirt as he decides to make his next attack, fishing for a reaction or a defence. Fishing for a reason to keep going or going back to sleep.

“I always hated your boss, he’s fucking unreasonable, making you pull all these hours. And what does he do? Nothing, not a single thing-”

Your voice cuts through his weak attack, finishing the battle in one single word.

“Goodnight.”

You close the door after you, ignoring the way it slams again the doorframe as you head out. Ready to be swept away in a life of glamour and overconfident people that have to make you sort their personal life and scandals out for them.

Your boss had stopped by your office on the way out, telling you of a bar promising a drink as payback. It doesn’t take long before a picture of you with a cocktail laughing reaches Wilbur through the means of Instagram. A picture of you in the environment you seem to thrive so well in. A place Wilbur doesn’t fit in.

A place where a streamer, a musician, a him will never fit in.

Even as he makes more money than you, even as he’s more famous than you, even as he’s better than you. You’re the one who lives among the wealthy and enjoys all the wine and grapes that come alongside that.

Wilbur despises it, all of it. All the glamour, all the fakeness, everything. The pigs you thrive amongst, the people that benefit from the everyday people. The sort of person Wilbur would be if he hadn’t gotten lucky.

He could never do what you do. Never sit in a box like that, slaving his life away for cases that test his humanity on the daily. He has heard more than enough from you, leading to a new rule having formed unspoken in your apartment recently.

No talking about work.

The cold greets you, as Wilbur doesn’t.

His nose in his laptop, social media pulled up as you pass him by, a greeting choked down by yourself. He won’t talk to you, you won’t talk to him.

It’s almost funny how two people, live the lives everyone envies so much. Living amongst the rich and famous, living amongst the unreachables. Living on such different sides of the scale found each other. Found peace in the stress.

Found peace in-

“Oh would you look at that, it’s only nearing midnight, you’re home early aren’t you?”

The battle cry sounds in the way you drop your bag on the floor.

Warfare has begun.

“Nice to see you too, such a wonderful experience that you could care to miss your ever so important friends to be home for a moment.”

You can hear him slap down his laptop, yet you can’t find it in yourself to react.

“I could care to be home for a moment?! Please! What about you miss hotshot? How come you aren’t out till the sun comes up mingling with potential clients as you boast about achievements nobody cares about.”

You snap around to face him.

“At least I don’t laze around all day, playing video games!”

“AND YET I MAKE MORE MONEY THAN YOU!”

The attack cut deep, as he wins this battle, he wins in the way you turn your back to him. In the way, you don’t get to see the regret on his face, in the way he knows you’re blinking away tears.

Both of you long since having decided the other isn’t worth tears any longer.

“I… I’m going to bed, don’t stay up late Will.”

He tries to reach out for you, but his arm can’t do much in the way a valley has opened between you. A canyon that has been escalating ever since you met. One which many bridges have been burned over. Leading both of you to question how did you ever meet in the middle?

Wilbur bites his tongue as you leave for work, he bites his tongue as you slump against him, he bites his tongue as he reminds you to shower before going to bed. He wishes he wouldn’t bite it when he sees the way you’re tearing yourself apart chasing a dream you would never stop chasing for anything. He knows you would trample him down too if needed.

He knows you are trampling him down already.

And he would do the same, he finds himself admitting one night. But you aren’t there to listen, and so his tongue has been tied once you enter, and sweet nothings that used to mean the world spills from his lips.

“I love you.”

The man is too busy focusing on not making his words stumble as he says them, missing how they once again seem to mean the world to you, as you try to recount the last time each of you told the other I love you.

You try your hardest to reach his hand as he extends it, but neither of you are close enough to even touch the other. So you swallow your words and just give him a hug, although it lingers for longer than it has in months.

Wilbur finds himself biting his tongue. You tolerate the cold for a bit.

The words fester in your mind as the weeks go by, and the canyon expands. An army growing on each side, an inevitable battle on the horizon. A battle that leaves even the survivor at a loss. It always does.

A battle that starts with you being tired of Wilbur skipping out on spending time with you when you for multiple weekends in a row have made time for him. In between everything else in your life, you have tried so hard to extend your hand further after his attempt. But he seems to have pulled his hand back. So you aim your ammunition at him instead.

“Would it hurt you and your internet career, so much if you just stayed behind for once! If you looked at me like I wasn’t a thorn in your side!”

The words ever carefully chosen, the words ever recklessly spoken, as Wilbur unsheaths his own weapon.

“You? I look at you as if you’re the thorn in your side?! I’m sorry I don’t take you out to all those fancy places! That I don’t waste my money on useless shit nobody cares about!”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“That I’m not good enough for your fucking fancy-ass life, when did I stop being good enou-” Wilburs voice breaks, and you know you shouldn’t lose. But this is no longer about the battle, it’s about the war. You both know, the winner takes it all this time.

“When did you stop loving me?” He chokes out, tears in his eyes as his shoulders shake.

“I don’t- I didn’t- Wilbur please”

“I tried, I tried so hard to keep us going, I even told you I still love you even when you didn’t for months!” The anger is back, bringing yours right along for the ride.

“HOW FUCKING NOBLE OF YOU!” You get right up into his face, driving home your point about how saintly he is.

“COME DOWN FROM YOUR HIGH FUCKING HORSE! YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYTHING UNLESS THERE IS MONEY IN IT!”

You stumble back as he goes forward. His counter-attack is solid, striking perfectly well in your mind and your heart.

“I HAVE TO SIT AROUND AS YOU ACT SO HIGH AND MIGHTY! SPENDING ALL YOUR TIME SLAVING FOR PEOPLE WHO CARE EVEN LESS THAN YOU! I STILL CARE! I STILL FUCKING CARE!” Wilbur keeps going, the arrows of sorrow flying across the canyon, your defence weakening at his desperation.

But you’re not unarmed, neither unprepared.

“If you cared so much you would have been there when I got promoted.”

Finally, it’s his turn to stumble, finally, it’s his turn to feel a lethal blow.

“What?”

“Now I’m not so high and mighty am I now?”

You spit at him.

“What? When did this happen?”

His shields lower, you know you should stop, take the potential ceasefire, but you’re too proud to stop. Too proud to end the battle in a tie, when there is a chance at winning the war.

“Get on with your bullshit Wilbur, I tried telling you for a week, but you were oh so busy with your friends, and playing video games till 3 in the morning. I even cooked you dinner twice, you didn’t even bother to eat the leftovers.”

“I didn’t-”

“Know? Yeah I know…” You trail off, knowing your next attack will lower your own defence, leaving you vulnerable to your enemy. To your love. “I wanted to give you space, you hadn’t been that happy in weeks, and you looked at me for a bit like I wasn’t the worst, and I swallowed the pride in my chest, and let you be happy.”

He reaches out and you reach for him, letting your hands touch, letting the intertwine, letting him pull you in. Letting him hold you as you cling to him.

“I would have been happy with you.” He whispers into your hair, as he holds you tighter than you ever remember him holding you.

“Yeah… You would have…”

He can feel the words that you aren’t saying. They’re hanging heavily in the air, suffocating the two of you, as you try to suffocate each other in the chase for a victory in a war that can’t be won.

But he won’t be happy now.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, begs, pleads.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him, but you both know.

The war has been lost.

The casualties were too great, the canyon too far.

That even in each other's embrace, you can’t truly meet the other.

The door flings open as you stumble in, a couple of cocktails in your system and sweet-talking right on your lips. Anything to attract clients.

Your bag hits the floor as you take in the warm air... And the silence that follows it, no complaints from the couch about it, no signs he's home. No signs he has been here since.

Most of his stuff still stands where it did two weeks ago, both of you are too cowardly to live near each other until he can find a new apartment. Both are too caught up in the aftermath of the battle, as you heal your wounds and bandage the broken.

You finally slip into bed, a sigh of contentment slipping past your lips, it's nice and warm.

You never really liked the cold.

His things have disappeared when you come home the day after, a finality to the war. The battles have been fought, the wounds have been mended. The fields have been deserted.

Yet you're quick to find yourself missing your spot on the battlefield.

[toiletwipes]

I haven't annoyed you in a while.

Mmm 🥴 bastard Prince Wilbur, being a bastard and hooking up with you in the halls uncaring about who listens in he has no reputation to care for.

Bastard Prince Wilbur who looks nothing like his siblings, Bastard Prince Wilbur who has no chance of ascending to the throne. It's almost cruel, the way his family gets the respect of royalty and yet he doesn't, he can see the servants and their gossiping.

And of course, you were one of the barmaids for his brother, the youngest one, but did it matter when the prince who held no respect or chance of making a difference in politics, had insanely good oral game?

When it first happened, he was drunk and invited you to drink with him, on a whim, feeling isolated and down on his luck. And you laughed at every joke he made. And you blushed every time he attempted to cup your face and every time he failed at kissing your face. The last time he tried to kiss your face, he ended up in your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin and pulling you into his lap. Hands lifting your skirts and long and thin fingers spread into the plush of your thighs, holding tight and relishing the whimpers you'd made.

You left early in the morning the next night, getting some hangover remedies onto his nightstand, and went about your chores as much as you could.

The next time it happened, it had been in a cold, dusty room in the castle, with him pressing your back against the door, and him at his knees, mouth on you and your head thrown back as he swirled his tongue around the clit, sometimes even biting it.

And right now?

It was the middle of the day and he was fucking you in the halls, you know damn well that the other staff would be around in the castle, the royal family all scattered but you couldn't focus too much. After all, when he was pounding into you, you often lost your mind, how could he be such a good lay? It was almost unfair.

And ruining your reputation for that high only he could give you was sorely tempting. He chased it- why shouldn't you?

With how loud you were, you wondered if he would ever received a talking to.

When it happens again, you can't figure out of he did.

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Number 24 please bestie with phantombur... Stop laughing you know what I want T-T

the numbered, smut prompts

not e x a c t ly BUT i shall try!!

“I promise I’ll be good” Bottom lip trembles, and you stare up at the phantom, even in the dark room, you could see him, perks of having translucent, glowing skin. The glowing skin covered in sweat.

He'd been working on a side project, something to do with potions or books or maybe both, you couldn't bother to remember. Not at this moment. Not when he nearly caught you playing with yourself out of sheer boredom, and of course, he's too hot for his own good.

And of course, when he bends down to your eye-level, where you sat on your knees for him on your shared bed, he's cold to the touch as a hand comes up to stroke your cheek.

"You'll be good?" You nod, leaning into his touch.

His hand turns and grips your chin, squishing your cheeks and making your lips pout. "Then why could I hear you before I even opened the door? Why I can smell you right here?" Eyes wide, yes, heart racing, caught in the act, yes.

But all the more exciting.

[toiletwipes]

Hey, hey bestie

Pspspsps

wanna trade? ☺️👉👈

You gimme the good phantombur shit. (you know what I like 😌😩🥴)

And in return I give you whatever bursona smut you want when I'm off work?

For you bestie, for you ☝️

I got afab body and somno! And I think some praise? Yeah definitely. 🥴

Joining the server, you'd been pleasantly surprised by all the hybrids living there, quite peacefully too. With all of your experience with servers and hybrids, peace didn't last this long. But it did here.

It's heartwarming in a way. The first person you meet, she's absolutely the sweetest, a soft-spoken fish hybrid who enjoys talking with you. She tells you about this pub, made for everyone to gather there, and then she tells you that most people call it The Pube.

And then she's giggling and when she gestures for you to turn around you see a floating pumpkin, and then a figure reveals themselves to you. You're taken aback by just how handsome this fellow is, his grin baring too many sharp teeth, but his eyes crinkle at the edges from smiling so wide. He probably doesn't mean to look so scary, you tell yourself. As you introduce yourself, he places the pumpkin down and shakes your head, and you feel the cool, webbed fingers cover your own pulsating warm one. "Wilbur," he tells you, smiling softer now, "my name is Wilbur. My house is just over there if you need anything," he points to a cozy home nearby, and you might have to take him up on that, seeing as you're basically homeless right now.

Meeting the rest of the lovely people on the server, it takes more than half of your day, and when introductions and conversations lay rest, your left to your own devices and you realize you haven't even gotten the basic necessities. You're flustered and stuttering at the phantom hybrid when he opens the door, but he ushers you in. "I figured you might need a place to stay, the people here love to talk," and he smiles and it's less threatening and you're more enchanted by him. The night sky, the moonlight seemed to do something for him, for he seemed more beautiful than he did earlier.

Letting you have his bed, he tells you to call his name if you ever needed anything, like a glass of water or maybe food, and after assuring him you're just going to pass out, he smiles and nods, and bids you goodnight.

And then the worst thing happens, you find yourself having a wet dream. It wasn't like you knew it was a dream, and you didn't do it on purpose. But imagining the long, cool fingers inside of you while you were talking to Jack or Phil probably should have said something about this happening.

Well, unbeknownst to you, you talked in your sleep. But like, combined with this dream in particular, you're moaning out his name, and he thinks you're hurt so he comes in, concern stitched into his face and voice. And when he finds you just squirming in your bed, whining as your hips jerked helplessly, he figures, as a host, he should do whatever to help you out.

Crawling into the bed, he places a hand on your exposed stomach and your breath hitches, but you stay asleep. Pushing your shirt up, he finds your nipples, hard as anything and he just has to-

In your dream, it changes and it feels that much more better, your nipples being sucked and bitten on, it makes you squirm. And then light touches across your skin, running up and down your arms and legs until something is pulling down your bottoms, but the hands are pressing into your thighs.

The bottoms rip and you shiver, in the state of in-between sleep and awake.

He reaches out with his tongue and drags it from your stomach down to your pelvis, eliciting more shivers and smaller noises out of you, and then he's gripping tighter at your thighs, loving the way they're so soft and how sensitive you are. And then he reaches out with a flat tongue to press against your clit, licking up and keeping an eye on your face. It contorts but you're asleep. Always staying asleep.

What a good girl you were being, his mind absently provides, and he doesn't disagree, long licks up and down your slit made your hips buck up and when he inserts a slow finger, he makes sure to wait. Wouldn't want to wake you up, be a bad host, and you get no sleep. He was simply helping you get through a dream, that's all it is, he tells himself, even after he adds two more fingers.

Spreading your legs a bit more before just pressing them down on your chest, he lines himself up with your pussy, sliding it down your clit and pushing through the folds, not quite pushing in.

When he does, your eyes flutter open and then they close again, just taking in just how full he makes you, pressing in so deep inside, you could've sworn something moved inside you. And then he's thrusting in brutally, having seen you wake up. There's no need to keep a pretense, what could he have said to calm any fears you'd have? Nothing. But he didn't need to say anything, you just took what he's given you, took it all in stride even as you cover his hands with yours and arched your chest upwards, tears falling down your cheeks as he pounded into you. Every movement, you could feel every time his cock dragged inside of you.

And then the warm feeling inside of you turned hot as you felt it build up, and then you're moaning his name again, but this time, you're awake. And he groans, leaning down to take your lips in his, swallowing his name as he whispers praises. You're so good to him, hardly been a day but you're taking his cock so well, it was like you were made for it, came to the server just for him, didn't you?

And his words make you dizzy, his cold touch turning hot against your skin, you're burning up as you were reaching your high. "Wanna cum?" He asks, getting your attention and you nod, you nod so quick and the noises that escape you are high and needy. "Go on then, cum for me, be my good girl," he says and it's all you needed to let go and fall. You're crying, crying his name and the tears that cover your face and throat. His hand slotting nicely between your collarbone and jaw, holding you deep and continued to use you, continued to thrust inside even as the overstimulation kicked in. But not for long, as he came inside of you and not five minutes after you squeezed his cock for what it was worth.

And when he pulls out and cleans you up with his mouth first, a wet cloth after, he lays beside you and holds you close.

Talking will come in the morning, for now, you both were exhausted.

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I miss you bestie

Also what's your thoughts about phantombur punishing his good sub : )

Love u ♡

Phantombur hmmmm also I love and miss you too bestie. minors dni.

And then this.

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His good sub,,, told to sit on the bed and in defiance when he came up, you're already tucked in and counting sheep. His eye twitches. But he calms himself. He remembers a conversation you had before. You wanted to be punished and he had laughed, you were always so good for him what could he possibly punish you for?

So like any good dom, he pulls the ends of the comforter up, sliding his hands up and down your leg and every time he went up, he went further and further. Till he reached your inner thighs and then he felt it, the soft twitch in your thigh, he knows you're awake. Which makes this even better.

Leaning down to mouth kisses into your skin, he nips at the soft, inner thigh, making sure to breathe a little bit on your covered sex, and seeing your tummy sink in a little bit, your breathing hitching as you think he'll be so kind so early.

He wraps his arms under your legs and settled in between your thighs, mouth covering and wetting the spot where you're most sensitive, pressing his tongue flat against the slit and listening to you finally make some noises.

Listens to you enjoy this before coming to a stop slowly, as if he knew you would be close.

He takes your underwear off and takes his time, licking slow and wet stripes over your thighs, biting hard and sucking marks into your skin. Your hands had reached down and fisted some of the blankets over his head, as if he couldn't tell you were sensitive already.

Things continue on like this for several minutes, working you up to an orgasm then bringing you down until he decided he would push you over the edge himself.

And it wouldn't be a graceful fall.

Biting onto your thighs a little harder than normal, he slides two fingers inside of you and listens as you try to cover up your sounds, a hand clearly covering your mouth. He shook his head, starting a brutal pace, you know he loves to hear you lose yourself to the pleasure and the pain he often pairs together.

The slick sounds filling the room as he makes sure you'll take him, or at the very least, won't tear.

Because he doesn't add the third finger, just pushes his way up and taking the blanket off his head, sticking and pressing his fingers onto the pad of your tongue and watches your face as he slides his cock against your own sex, loving the way you keen and shake under his touches.

Sliding every once and a while, the tip inside of you and watches as you try to push back, before taking his cock back out and slaps it against your most sensitive spot, watching you jerk against him.

Then. Only when you're pretty much expecting him to just pull out and tease you so much more, he slides the tip in and slams himself all the way in. Your chest raises up as he starts to pound inside, bruising your walls, and he presses down, keeping you to the bed and your muffled noises reach his ears, his fingers still pressed onto your tongue.

He doesn't waste any time, taking his fingers from your mouth and using them to work you right back up to an orgasm, once more and then you're begging. Begging to cum and how you'll be good for him, how you won't do it again.

It's music to his ears. He decides you can have a taste, so as he's slamming for the last time I side of you, pushing himself deep inside to make sure all of his cum stays inside, he finishes you off and makes you feel warm.

Until he begins to rock his hips again, himself still being a little sensitive but you. You're worse off than him. Crying out as his skin slaps against yours as he keeps fucking into you.

"Did you think we were done?" He asks, almost breathless as you cry, digging your fingers into his forearms. You shook your head. "That's right. Good whores take what's given to them, and you said you'd be good for me, didn't you?"

So of course you have a long night ahead of you.

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Rich kid Simpbur who has a private tutor in college.

Reader is said private tutor, and also a classmate of his.

But they're finding simpbur having a hard time focusing on the subjects too "busy" seemingly having other thoughts.

So reader tell hims that if he does well, then maybe he'll get rewarded...

But he just can't focus, even with the reward as a carrot.

So naturally maybe he needs a bit of a taste of the reward to know what actually awaits.

And who knew leaving him rock hard was a good motivater to make him somehow focus

You're tapping the table with the eraser of a pencil, watching as he just stared at the textbook, not even attempting to read just staring. Then he lifts his head and pushes it away from him, "I don't understand it at all," he tries but you shake your head.

"You didn't even read the page," you sigh as you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms as you watched his eye twitch.

"But I did-"

"-you stared at the graph, I'm not stupid Wilbur."

He whines leaning over the table and hitting his forehead against the textbook. "It doesn't make any sense!" His voice is muffled as you roll your heads. You are in the same major and in some of the same classes. You know he's worked harder topics with far less help. You know he's smart. This class, however, being not as necessary for the major, you knew he just didn't give a shit. One phone call from Daddy Dearest and he'd be okay. Not gonna happen.

"Look if you focus and get some of these problems done, I'll give you an award, think of it as an incentive," and though he perked up and took another look at the textbook, a few minutes after writing approximately nothing, you know he was completely bored and gave less of a shit about this so-called reward.

"You wanna graduate, Will? Wanna make a difference?" You bite, voice low but that didn't make a difference. To him, it was loud and clear. Get his shit together. "I know you understand this more than you're letting on. Focus up or stop wasting my time."

And when he begs you not to leave, for the second time that week, you sit with your backpack all packed up, ready to leave at a moment's notice.

Then you move your foot, stretching it out when it brushes against something. And he stiffens in his chair, eyes locked on a problem and the sharpened pencil tip was snapped in half. Digging another out of your bag, you don't let him off the hook and move your foot again. And he has to cover his mouth and his eyes are flitting between you and the problems and you knew instantly. Your foot had landed on his crotch. Biting a smirk down, you let yourself loosen.

"Remember that award, Wilbur?" His eyes stay focused on you, pressing his hand against his mouth harder as you dug your foot against him again. "Still want it?"

Never before, in all of your sessions with him, had he finished the lesson early on the account of actually doing the work.

[toiletwipes]

More wholesome diner au? You ask and you shall receive!

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It's midday, bit after 2pm when you head into the dinner.

A smile on your face as you fall into a booth inside of the seat by the coffee maker.

You deserve the break. A morning exam that had kicked you ass, but you kicked it right back.

So now you deserved a break to relax, and watch you're cute server bo-

"Hello! How I can I help you?"

"Tommy?"

"Hello Y/N!"

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

"Well yes, but we got out early, and Phil said if I came in early I could get off early!"

You laugh at his enthusiasm, you have a feeling the entusiasm isn't for heading into work early, but getting off early and potentially skipping out on cleaning.

You've heard him bemoan about having to clean enough to know it's his least favourite task.

"Well are you going to order?"

You watch as Tommy turns his head away from you, pulling a face at some other teenagers in the corner of the diner. Probably his friends.

Most likely how friends, you have heard about the short green shirt wearing genius and the tall sharply dressed amnesiac enough to know it's them.

You wave Tommy off.

"Just put in a lunch special and a coffee please."

"Ugh, why are you so predictable?"

"Yeah yeah Tommy, just put it in."

"Got it, see ya in a moment, or not, loverboy is here!"

Tommy is quick to scurry away at his last words, letting everyone in the dinner know that.

"Loverboy is here."

You rub your hands on your face, feeling its warmth. You want to sink into your seat at the embarrassment.

"Hey", Wilbur!

Be cool!

Be normal!

Say something a normal person would say.

"Good morning Wilbur." F u c k

"Morning?" Wilbur laughs, and offers a smile as he pours you a cup of coffee.

"Mhmm, time is just a social structure."

There is that laugh again, it's a melody to your ears.

"Well, since you're here on a Friday, and I'm off in a-"

"WILBUR!" He gets cut off by a loud voice from the kitchen. Techno.

Wilbur sends you an apologetic smile as he hurries off again.

You relax in the kinda comfy booth seat, sipping on your coffee and letting all thoughts leave your head.

You are so not doing any college work the rest of today. Maybe neither tomorrow or Sunday, you could take a walk on Sunday. Yeah you shou-

A plate gets put down in front of you.

"Oh thank you!" you smile up at the waiter. It take you a second to realise it's Wilbur.

But he's wearing normal clothes instead of his uniform. He usually only is when he locks the door behind the dinner and you walk a bit of the same path away from it.

"You're quite in your head today."

You send him a smile.

"Been a long day, had an exam most of today, and I've been studying so much I nearly missed it because I passed out a bit after 3am this morning."

He shakes his head disappointingly, as he slides into the seat opposite you in the booth.

Stealing a small sausage under your nose.

"Hey!"

"Hey what?"

He has a certain glint in his eye today, you noticed it earlier but you didn't think of it then.

"Techno’s cooking has no right being this good."

"Will I swear, if you comment on his cleaning abilities I will cry."

"Well then I'm going to change subject."

You hum as you poke around the food on your plate. Wilbur waves down Tommy and gets himself a plate.

"Don't you ever get tired of the food here?" the question flies out of your mouth, and is met with a melodically laugh.

"Don't you ever get tired of the coffee?"

"Touché."

Wilbur smiles at you as you tell him about the exam, and he listens closely as you talk about how you're planing to relax all weekend. No school just relaxation.

"Well, I was thinking, since it's Friday, and my shift is over. Would you maybe want to do something?"

You halt.

"I mean not that you have to at all! It's just I would like to try and meet you outside of here, and I just thought maybe you would want to, but it's cool. I know this is weird since I'm just a waiter, and-"

"Wilbur I would love to."

Now it's his turn to halt.

"You would?"

"Mhmm, I think it would be fun, maybe get to eat another place with you, that isn't here."

His face beams at you again, as the glint returns to his eyes.

And you smile back at him.

And then three teenagers in corner of the dinner shouts "Loverboy!" and his face heats up, and you laugh.

AKDJSHSDH I AM IN LOCE ONCE AGAIN WITH THE DINER AU

[toiletwipes]

Thinking about phantombur making you wear a very revealing and sexy outfit just for him.

But then someone comes by and drag you along because the flowers at the pube are wilting and nobody knows why.

And suddenly everyone is just seeing you in such a revealing outfit that was meant only for phantombur and he's having absolutely none of it.

The man is about to go feral if this takes any longer and the people around you two can watch you anymore.

You're meant for his eyes only, and his use only.

He's leaning against a wall, a scowl permanently resting on his face as you figure out the problem with the flowers. In the meantime before that, he knows everyone can see your back and when you bend over anyone there can see an outline of your underwear and if they're in front, they can see your cleavage. That's where he is. He can see the top of your chest covered in the few hickeys he barely managed to get in before they took you away.

Jack thanks you a whopping two times before Phantombur takes you by the shoulders and leads you out and when you're out, he lifts you into his arms and carries you home. Damn Jack, damn the whole pub. They had the morning to get you. But no. They had to burst in and see you how only he could. They would never see you like this again.

You? You're just holding onto him, knowing your boyfriend could get a bit jealous, a bit possessive.

And when you get home, he tears the clothing off of you and bends you over the dresser and grabs your chin to look in the mirror. He makes you watch as he shoves himself inside of you, "those people had no right to see you in these clothes and now they never will. Gonna fuck you right, make sure you remember who makes you feel this good."

It's an entirely different feeling than before. Before, he was going to take his time but still rough but fucking hell, he wasn't having it tonight. And neither were you, with the way you could barely hold on and make eye contact with yourself and watch as you're ruined.

He bends and presses his chest against your back and straightens himself as he pulls you up by your neck, "watch the fucking mirror, watch me make you cum on my cock. Mine. Not anybody in that fucking pub could ever fuck you the way you like it huh?" Whines are pulled out of you and he grips your chin, making you look, and it's quite the sight.

You shudder as you knew you were close. The tightening coil in your stomach, ready to release and make you scream. It's only when he reaches around with both arms, one hand pressing on your chest and another on your stomach. He whispers in your ear, panting, "wanna cum? Tell me who you belong to first."

And you cry out his name, "Wilbur please, please just- I'm yours Will-" and with a short scream, you're squeezing on his cock and groaning as he fills you up as well.

He doesn't move for a second, just making lazy eye contact with you as if to say-

"What'd I tell you?"

[toiletwipes]

Groupie!Simpbur finally getting to go backstage because you as the lead singer have noticed him in the crowd of nearly all your gigs this year.

He came out of nowhere, and just never went away.

He seemed so confident in the crowd you're kinda confused about who this mess of a nervous wreck is.

He's shaking and stumbling across his words, and it's weird.

But you get him a picture. And thank him for always being at your bands shows.

And you kinda think that would be it.

Oh how you're wrong.

From that day on he never miss a show. And he ends up backstage more times than not because the bassist and him somehow got along really well that first time, and the two have become good friends.

But you just can't help but feel his eyes on you everytime he's backstage, or in the crowd.

He creeps you out. But the rest of the band kinda likes him, find him a bit funny, and the bassist call the fan his friend.

So you endure it.

You endure it as he seems to always wanting to sit by you. Touch you. Talk to you.

And you swear something of yours is always missing when he has been by. But yet, nobody else notices anything.

Nobody ever does.

But you swear you saw him in your hotel room.

(Listen I like groupie simpbur with a band!reader who adores the guy, but like creepy groupie stalker simpbur is right there. Like nobody will look twice at it he's just an enthusiastic fan!)

you're so right oh my god. he is right there. he is. just a fan. undetected. love that for him :eyes:

also i love THIS

[toiletwipes]

Dinner au:

"Wilbur, I'm going home now, don't be too late."

"Yeah yeah Phil, I'll be home soon. Just need to clean down the last few tables."

"Will, I told you already you could wait till tomorrow."

"And I told yo-"

The small bell over the door rings out, letting you drag yourself into the dinner from the windy autumn day outside. The sun long gone.

"Ah." Phil let's out. "Well that explains everything."

"Bye Dad!" Wilbur yells to make sure Phil doesn't say anything he wasn't supposed to.

He sends you a small smile as you dump onto the chair in front of the coffee machine letting your head rest on the counter.

Phil raises his hand to Wilbur to signal he's leaving now, and the bell confirms his decision.

Your shoulders shudders as a gust of winds raises in through the door.

"Rough weather out there?" Wilbur smiles as he makes his was back behind the counter.

"You don't know half of it."

"Same as usual?"

"Always."

"Two black coffees coming right up." He smiles and you lift your head up enough to catch his eyes and send a returning smile.

"How has your day been Will?"

"Well Techno had the morning shift, so the kitchen was a mess when dad came in as usual. Techno can cook-"

"but he can't keep a clean kitchen to save his life." You finish a laugh on your lips as he rolls his eyes at you.

"Yeah yeah, so I may complain about him from time to time."

"May?"

"Anyway! Tommy was meant to close with me but he got sick."

"A cold?"

"Mmm, it's circulating a lot these days."

The coffee maker stops its humming signaling it's done. Wilbur pours a coffee for you, and one for him to sip on.

"Why do you always keep open for me?"

Wilbur stops in his step,

"Well, I'm here cleaning either way. So you might as well keep me company."

His back turned to you, in hopes of you not noticing the light pink on his cheeks. But while he can hide his cheeks, he can't hide the red on his ears.

He miss the way you smile at him.

"Sure Wilbur."

"How's your thesis going?"

"I see your subject change, but I will take the bait. It's going forward."

He dances around behind the counter cleaning up, and cleaning the table he promised Phil.

As you sit on your usual spot observing him and having a good time. Like every other Tuesday and Thursday.

A little light in each of your life.

I'm foaming at the mouth for more 👁️👁️

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Phil just understanding in an instant, oh it's them, okay I see. Skfhsjdjd funny as hell

And then the interactions- it's everything and more thank you thank you

[toiletwipes]

Enough teasing, you deserve some treats too.

Remember that demon phantombur thing I had?

Phantom hybrids doesn't exist, and demons use it as a disguise so lure people who doesn't realise they are getting tempted before it's too late.

And just phantombur being not just any demon. But one of the 7 sin. Lust.

And he knows, he has more to do, and more work to complete.

But he just can't stop being drawn to you.

The innocent look on your face as he rails you so uncaring about who sees you, or hears you.

The moans only he can draw from your lips.

The way you say his name as his fingers are knuckle deep in you.

The way you beg on your knees at a mere look.

The way his touch sets you ablaze.

He's addicted to the way you react to him. He's addicted to you.

He wants to make you his and only his. But yet you have all these friends and attachments.

And he sucks it up, because as long as people will look for you, the harder it is for him to chain you down so you're only dependent on him.

He wants you all for himself.

He wants to use you as he want, just like he already his, but more.

He's greedy.

Despite not being greed. But when it comes to you, he has no interest in sharing.

And he tells you that as marks you up, all fucked out on his cock. He doesn't know how long he has been buried in you now. But long enough you are starting to get back to normal.

Or normal enough that he finds himself making you bounce on him once more. Drawing yet another orgasm from you.

You're overstimulated, tears down your face and your mind so clouded. You know no words but his name.

And he is perfectly fine with that.

For while he cannot have you all to himself. He is the only one who can make you feel this good.

How do I put this? Oh yeah.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I AM S C R E A M I N G BESTIE

I am going to LOSE MY SHIT.

[toiletwipes]

Mmm 🥴

Phantombur

Phantombur and his shenanigans and imagine if he called you a good girl, not noticable by the others, but definitely in the Pube. Bet you would lose your shit if he called you a whore. And said it so fucking loud and unabashedly. It'd cause chaos.

Phil would probably smack him upside the head and try to make him apologize, and apologizes to you as well.

What he doesn't know is that he does the exact same thing later, when no one is around and he's inside you and making you look over the balcony. No doubt the only person who would be able to tell you're going at it would be Phil but he's already deep into the mines. But still. Just that possibility.

Anybody could see how phantombur was rearranging your organs. But isn't that the fun part?

[toiletwipes]

Au dinner restaurant, Waiter Wilbur being in love with the half dead college kid who comes in on Tuesday and Thursday evenings just before close to grab 2 cups of coffee and nothing else before walking away when they're about to close the door.

Ahem

Sbi owning the dinner

Waiter Wilbur waiting with two cups in his hands one night and the dead college kid doesn't register it happening until they come back the next day with the money and wilbur is flustered because his dad is hearing about it and whacks him over the head for it but its worth it to see you again and he would do it again, you looked like you needed it and he knew he needed you.

not to mention tommy laughing his fucking ass off and techno gossiping with phil

[toiletwipes]

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. (but phamtonbur smut tho) I love that, I mean you. I love that, I mean you. I love that, I mean you. I love that, I mean you. I love that, I mean you. I love that, I mean you.

ALDJSJDHDDH I love you too hddhd- (the fact that you'll quite literally make me write after pretty much nothing for days, you better be lucky you got a fast pass)

Fucking into you, he had your arms tied behind your back and pulling on it just to see a glimpse of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and it gets him every time.

Pulling out with a groan he doesn't hesitate to pull you around and throw his head back when your mouth wraps around him and hits the back of your throat, not to mention the sinful noises coming from your mouth. His hips buck into the heat, chasing the white hot pressure in his lower stomach and pushes your head down and moans as he cums down your throat, not even paying attention to if you're breathing.

After it's over, he eases himself out and let's you swallow everything and pause for a second. He's panting but he pushes himself to lay you down properly and just make sure you get off too, knowing exactly what makes your back arches off the bed and makes you squeal with his tongue.

You find claw shaped bruises and light cuts on your thighs in the morning that comes. And while he's taking a little while longer to come around and wake up, you decide you're a little bored. And what better way to wake him up than a little sleepy blowjob?

[toiletwipes]

L i s t e n

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RoughDomPhantombur

I spoil you too much 💀💀

Fucking into you while he tells you of all the rules you broke that day, even if some of them are mm kinda janky, but he's still gotta punish you. And who he's bruising your insides, he spanks you and makes you count to 20, and it takes a while because he kinda fucking you dumb. And then he stops altogether cumming inside once, ties you up to the bedposts, and leaves you there with a vibrator inside of you.