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heaven is you (godbur au)
first installment of my godbur au & gift to my sister <3
➸ note; i wanted to finish this for @lillylvjy. lillys been a big play in why i still write and why i haven’t given up on shifting or given up on myself or this account. thanks to her i don’t impulsively delete things and i move forward. a few months ago i threw the idea of godbur at her and we talked about it and formed this character, she gives me the credit but she deserves just as much credit as i do. she’s my sister, regardless of biological attachment, she is my sister. i love her and i will protect her for as long as she’ll let me. she’s always there for me, holding me up and supporting me. if i’m upset or hurt, she’s there to listen and offer support. she also spends way more money on me than she should. and i love her, so a little note, don’t mess with her. thank you lills, i love you and enjoy this lil fic i somehow managed to finish in a day! also big thanks to @sleeby-anon for helping me pick out the photo and just helping me with this fic- tysm! you’re very cool and i love u (thank you for being a good friend to lilly :3 )
➸ pairing; godbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want
➸ warning; kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-), i think that’s it!
➸ age-rating; 15+
➸ wordcount; 2k
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"darling," the word rolled off wilbur's tongue with ease, like it had been spoken millions of times. perhaps it had been, but your mind was too foggy with fear and desperation to think clearly, "you can't keep doing this."
he pleads for you, hands on your shoulders and eyebrows pulling together as he looks down at you.
"what else am I supposed to do?" your voice cracks as the words flow out, and he frowns, shaking his head and looking to the side.
"live," he pauses, turning his head to face you. his grip on your shoulders tightens just a bit, "there's more to life than seeking refuge in my world. be alive, live in mortality."
he's begging you, pleading for you. he hates to see you hurt, and he hates the way his world's laws are. you can't be thrust into immortal responsibilities yet, and you can't stay long as a mortal with purpose. you have to go, but you would rather die a million more times before you accept that.
"can't you just let me stay? what's the problem in letting me be free where I want to be, with you," you're pleading with him now. on your hands and knees praying to the god before you to just let you stay. you're standing, knees going weak just a smidge. your eyes are burning from tears and your cheeks are wet with a desperation.
"I can't, I really can't," his frown deepens and he pulls you into his chest, face in his white ruffly shirt. he smells like home, but a home you can never truly have. he cups the back of your head with his hand, rubbing at your scalp with his fingertips as you sigh.
"it's the rules," a kiss to the top of your head and you want to scream and cry and bang at his chest. but you don't, you stay still in his grasp, holding your calm in your hands so tightly.
"the rules are stupid," you mumble into his shirt, he moves a hand to rub your back.
he chuckles, nodding in agreement before speaking again, "I agree, love."
days pass after he sent you back, you mulled over ways and methods you could reach him again in desperate hope he'd finally give in to your pleas and let you stay.
you were wandering the woods, pacing between trees as you tried to narrow down your plans. you could try summoning him, but it wasn't fool proof. you could try to speak to him through meditation, but he sometimes ignored you 'for your sake'.
you weren't sure what would work, and you were kicking yourself for not knowing. but also for the doubts that filled your mind. what if he kicked you out again? told you to never see him again and made sure you couldn't? what if he forced you to live out your mortality purely out of his anger at you. what if he was angry?
you sigh, resting your head against the tree, sighing as you screw your eyes shut, banging your fist against the bark before stepping back.
"what more do you want?" you beckon up at the sky, he's not listening, you're sure of it but you need to be angry at something, somewhere. it's unfair.
"for you to listen," his voice mumbles in your mind and you scoff, shaking your head as the memory of his accent echoes in your mind.
"yeah well, you don't have the best ideas, now do you?"
"y/n.." he murmurs, his tone a gentle warning to you so you don't say something you'll regret. or do something, for that matter.
"wilbur," you copy his tone, mocking it almost before you groan, falling to sit on the ground.
"you know you can't do this, you know that," you can hear the strain in his voice, the way he draws it out and softens it just to reach out to you and make amends for it.
"but what else am I meant to do?" you want to scream at the top of your lungs, cry to him and bitch about the situation you're in. how you're continually denied what you want. you thought you proved yourself, you thought you proved that you could handle immortality. that you could handle him.
it's silent, not a sound is made around you or even echoed in your mind. you wondered if his methods of communication were a curse or a blessing. it felt more like a curse at the moment. it felt like a taunt to you, how powerless you felt down on earth, in morality. you felt so out of control, like a puppet. and maybe wilbur was the puppeteer, but who’s to say it wasn’t someone else? maybe he was just an illusion, a hallucination that controlled your motives and thoughts simply by the prospect of maybe having some hope to grasp onto. a nice, soft candle in the middle of a dark and empty room.
he was the light you couldn’t quite reach.
he finally speaks up, his tone rushed and worried, but his words keep you from second guessing it, “i have an idea.”
“what?” you mumble, nearly tripping over the single word.
“you want to stay with me, yes?” he sounds almost frustrated for a moment before sighing almost exasperated.
“yes, yes, that’s what i’ve been saying. you never listen-“
wilbur cuts you off, “i listen, i promise. okay? i listen to you, now, listen to me for a second, okay baby?”
you ponder for a moment before giving in, “fine.”
“i’ll let you come back, under a few conditions,” you wait a moment, giving him time to list his conditions but he doesn’t seem to budge on his own.
“and what are those?” you fold your arms over your chest, huffing as you imagine wilbur pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing at you.
“i’ll tell you when you get here, okay?” he pauses, sand surprisingly you can hear the hesitation almost as if he were there with you and not just speaking through your mind, “there’s a tree-“
“a tree? wow, so fancy,” your annoyance bubbling up at the way he wasn’t being direct.
he warns you again, a whispering of your name to keep you in line before he continues, “there’s a tree a few minutes in front of you, there will be lilliums around the base and a circle door in the middle. it’ll take you here, no need to do what you normally do, okay? please just, don’t do something stupid and get up here, okay?”
you take a moment before answering, wondering if you want to believe him or ignore him at the moment, “okay, fine.”
you wait a few minutes, making sure he doesn’t have anything more to say before standing up and beginning the walk over to the tree. it feels stupid, how hopeful you are and how confident you feel over walking to a damn tree as if it’ll fix your biggest qualm with the way your god’s world works. you stop short, maybe a good eight feet from the base of the tree, your eyes dancing around and staring at the lilly flowers lining the base and spreading over the roots. you play with the idea of turning around and walking back, abandoning him and any loyalty you had to him. but then you look back at the trunk before you and sigh, giving in and stepping back towards it. your fingers reach out to grasp the hook on the corner, pulling it back and crawling in, not without doubts of course but you aren’t sure what you have to lose.
you pull the door back to close it and turn around, darkness encompassing your whole being as you feel a sort of light feeling take over your senses. are you dreaming? it doesn’t feel like a dream, but it seems like one. are you real? is this real?
your thoughts shut off, cut like a guillotine, but the blade being the darkness and silence. you no longer felt anything but a void, and then you began to feel warm fabric, and then a whiff of cologne hit your nose and then you were finally able to open your eyes.
“i see you’re awake?” you peek up, rubbing your eyes as you take in your surroundings, eyes catching on the familiar figure of wilbur, sitting in a reading chair in the corner of his bedroom. you’ve been here before, you’ve slept in this bed but now it feels different. it’s a good different, but it isn’t the same.
“i am now,” you pause, tossing the covers over and off your legs as you sit up against the ornate headboard, gazing over at him as he meets your eyes and sets down his journal, “what happened?”
“i convinced myself that i could manage switching your role to immortal,” he sighs, moving his gaze to the floor as he chews his lip, mind reeling as he lists off all the rules he broke just to bring his love into his life.
“mm, was it paperwork that kept you from it?” you chuckle, much too happy at the moment to even think of how angry you were and still are at him.
“no,” he chuckles dryly, shaking his head, “it was.. more serious than that but that’s no talk for now. how are you feeling, love?” he stands from his chair, finding a spot on the edge of the bed by your feet and resting his hands on your legs.
“i couldn’t be more tired, what the hell happened? how did i get here?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes as you take note of the pulsing ache at your temples.
“i guided you through a dream, to get here, and once you reached this world, i switched some things around in your file,” he squeezes your calf, his eyes staring at the wall for a good minute before meeting your gaze.
“so that means…?”
“you’re immortal and no longer have any ties with your old world, you’re mine now, just the way you wanted,” he sighs, lifting your legs to lay over his lap as he reaches over and kisses your forehead. there’s a sort of calmness about him that you’ve yet to see until now. you never knew such peace could exist in him.
“i’ll answer any question you have.” you nod to him, acknowledging his offer but not knowing where to start,
you have too many questions to even verbalize, or let alone ask, and the growing headache isn’t helping either. so after a moment’s contemplation, you decide to let the piles questions take a rest while you enjoy your wilbur’s company.
you lean forward and kiss his cheek once, and you watch as a gentle rosiness floods the pale skin that he adorns and his lips curl up in a smile.
“how about we have a day to ourselves and celebrate?” you suggest, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers, chewing on your lip as you keep your eyes down.
“okay, as long as you promise to ask questions later?” he tilts your head up by your chin, a loving care in his eyes.
“promise,” you smile, kissing the tip of his nose before continuing and jumping off the bed, “now show me that pretty garden you have, yeah?”
he smiles, standing up and meeting you where you stand. he leans down, hands resting on your cheeks with giggles escaping his lips at your excitement, “may i kiss you first?”
“yes, sir you may,” your fingers wrap around his waist as he brings his lips to yours, smiling softly as your mouths move in sync. a moments pass before you both need air and you pull back, moving to tug on his hand, “now come on! show me the lilliums!”
he leads you out to the garden, smiling the whole way as he can’t help but to think how grateful he is that he broke a few rules and let heaven be you.
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godbur is like 95% of the time dom, the 5% is when he's just really tired and for whatever reason he just gets really submissive and whiny. riding him is pretty much when he is a sub and-
gripping your hips and looking up at you and begging for more and shit mmph-
NOW
when he's dom!!
he's guiding your hips, like doing all the work for you, praising and swearing. your head is on his shoulder and if he stops it's because you started to shake a bit too much and he holds the back of your head-
honestly he's soft but rough and my brain has so many thoughts about this lovely, lovely, character.
-godbur anon
See- sub Godbur sounds beautiful yeah. But Dom Godbur is- fucking hell.
Especially when you’re shaking and like crying from the pleasure, he’ll take a small break for you and gently shush you and praise you with how good you’re doing. And he’s also like rubbing your head-
Soft but rough men are like the way to go, especially if they praise you while absolutely destroying you.
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moodboards
wilbur-verse
little!dark wolf moodboard || x
day 1 of f.a.c. (fictional agere challenge) // no warnings // wolf themed
cg!wilma soot moodboard + headcanons || x
gn!little!reader // day 2 of f.a.c. // no warnings // artist + bear themed
flip!argbur moodboard || x
day 5 of f.a.c. // no warnings // winter blue theme
regressor!ghostbur moodboard || x
day 8 of f.a.c. // no warnings // baby blue and white theme
cg!godbur moodboard || x
day 9 of f.a.c. // no warnings // blue stars and Christmas theme
cg!clinic wilbur moodboard || x
siren/wilbur from tcfsv // no warnings // dark teal and black/white theme
cg!wilma moodboard || x
requested by @wilmaslittleflower // no warnings // yellow, brown, bear and art theme
cg!vampire!wilbur moodboard || x
no warnings // black, red and white theme
cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x
no warnings // brown, bear, bunnies and dear theme
cg!revivebur moodboard || x
no warnings // brown, yellow and white theme
cg!goddess wilma moodboard + headcanons || x
no warnings // pink, white and brown theme
cg!wilbur + puppy obsessed little moodboard || x
requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // pink soft puppy theme
cg!wilbur with space/poetry loving little moodboard || x
requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // blue, tan and spacey theme
burgundy wilbur moodboard || x
requested by @burgundy-baby // non agere, standard moodboard // reddish burgundy theme
cg!darkwolf moodboard + headcanons || x
requested by @corner-of-void // no warnings // blue, grey and wolf theme
christmas with cg!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x
no warnings // red christmas theme
cg!wolfbur moodboard + headcanons || x
requested by anon // no warnings // black gold and wolf theme
cg!simpbur moodboard + headcanons || x
requested by anon // no warnings // white, silver webcore theme
purple cg!wilma moodboard || x
requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // purple soft theme
cg!wilbur stimboard || x
no warnings // bear + yellow/brown theme
cg!purple fairy moodboard || x
requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + fairy theme
cg!wilbur purple witchy moodboard || x
requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple, witchy theme (candles, crystals, etc)
cg!knightbur moodboard (sorry boys) || x
requested by simpbur anon // no warnings // red, grey, brown + knight theme
cg!wilbur purple space moodboard || x
requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + space theme
cg!zombur moodboard (sorry boys) || x
no warnings // yellow + brown theme
cg!wilbur cozy yellow moodboard || x
no warnings // yellow + cozy vibes theme
content creators
sitter!tommyinnit moodboard || x
no warnings // yellow and red theme
cg!ranboo moodboard || x
no warnings // pink, gray and bunny theme
cg!markiplier moodboard || x
requested by // no warnings // red and black theme
cg!charlie slimecicle moodboard || x
no warnings // light green theme
sitter!ranboo with dino obsessed little || x
requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings // green dino theme
x-files
cg!fox mulder moodboard + headcanons || x
gn!little!reader // no warnings // space/blue themed
fnaf
cg!mike schmidt moodboard || x
requested by @jjtheresidentbaby // no warnings // soft, brown theme
cg!glamrock freddy moodboard || x
day 7 of f.a.c. // no warnings // orange blue theme
marionette moodboard || x
requested by anon // no warnings // purple, 80s arcade theme
other
cg!steve harrington x little!eddie munson || x
day 3 of f.a.c. // no warnings // there was no theme
regressor!loki moodboard || x
day 6 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green frog theme
havenplace dr moodboard || x
day 10 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green, winter and Christmas theme
twenty one pilots moodboard || x
requested by @justyouraveragealien // no warnings // white, grey, blue, black, red theme
cg!dean winchester moodboard || x
requested by anon // no warnings // brown grey theme
cg!steven grant moodboard || x
requested by 🎀 anon // no warnings // moon, yellow/grey/white theme w moons
curious george moodboard || x
no warnings // yellow and brown theme
winnie the pooh moodboard || x
requested by @aew-kun-age-regression // no warnings // yellow theme
cg!argyle + dino obsessed little moodboard || x
requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings //dino, green theme
cg!connor rk800 moodboard || x
no warnings // blue, white + well.. Connor themed
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a very godbur christmas
a godbur smut fic with so much fluff
➸ note; happy birthday to me and happy Christmas event kick off to you all, have your first smut fic from me, don't expect another for a good while! it literally took me like five months to write the actual sex part but merely less than a day to write the aftercare- also thank you to my darling sister for reading it every time i forced asked her to bc i needed an outside opinion
➸ pairing; godbur x afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms aside from anatomy is used!)
➸ summary; you make a request during one of your long stint stays, only to be met with two more gifts you didn't see coming. sweet sex with darling godbur !
➸ warning; afab anatomy is mentioned, like pretty blunty at that- size kink, daddy kink, soft top wil, a bit of degradation but honestly wil can't do that for long, p in v, penetration, kissing, really soft aftercare, praise, subspace if you squint, non sexual use of daddy after the fact. excessive pet names (puppy, bunny, honey, hun, pup, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, love bug), use of slut and whore (the brief degradation). observations of will being a lanky, giant of a man (nonsexual context then)
➸ age-rating; 18+
➸ wordcount; 4.5k
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MINORS DNI!! please do not read if you're under 18 and if you do, that's your fault, not mine.
you'd be spending a lot of time with wilbur lately, staying longer and longer each stay. being held by him, having quiet domestic moments with him. not to mention getting ready for christmas, decorating and baking and filling him in on each and every tradition. you knew you'd have to go soon, be sent back to mortality. this never lasted long. you both knew it, despite your deep growing hatred for the fact.
after you told him of the gift giving tradition, he'd been asking what you wanted for christmas, what he could give you. despite the fact he would without a doubt give you way more than you asked for.
you turn over to face him, a hand on his chest as you look down at him, "I know what I want," your statement was straight forward but the god before you still gave you a look of question.
"what? eternal life here? I told you, love, you can't-" you cut him off with a quick and open mouthed kiss to his lips and he gasped softly before settling into it. his hands which you noted were soft and rough at the same time, perfectly shaped-
"no, I know I can't break you on that," you pause, sitting back on your knees beside him on the bed. you had your eyes angled down on his, both of your gazes were filled with lust. you didn't need to say it, you were both thinking it, "I want my visits worth while," you didn't elaborate, you simply left it there and everything was understood.
your lovely god smirked, he smirked with such conviction and teasing that you couldn't tell if it annoyed you or made you feel giddy inside. you were so unsure. he grabbed your hips with his hands, and pushed you to lay on your back as he rolled his body on top of yours.
"oh darling, I'll make it all worth while," he spoke lowly, a sort of desire and desperation braided into his voice. his words came out as almost a growl or sorts, but fuck, it only made the fire spread and build inside you. you wanted him. badly.
"don't hesitate then," you smirked and just as your words finished leaving your lips, he dove down to take them into a bruising kiss. lips melded together in a deep exchange, teeth pulling them and nipping and you swore he nearly drew blood. he kissed you with such haste and need, you weren't sure if this man was a graceful god or an animalistic human starved of this intimacy.
wilbur began to run his hands down your sides, the kiss still intense and connected. at first, his palms and fingers grazed and held your body with a soft care, and then you whimpered and a switch flipped inside his brain. he let out a soft groan, his kisses leaving your mouth to messily line your jaw, down onto your neck. he nipped and nibbled, a suck or two here and it felt like the gods were gracing you with a personal fireworks show. and in all honesty, one of them was.
his hands got harsher in their grasps and squeezes after that switch of intensity was flipped. he was groaning roughly into your neck and his hips leaned down, meeting yours gently and you gasped, your hands finding purchase in the curls on his head, tugging softly. you felt a hardness graze your thigh through your pants and his.
his body was warm as he presses himself against you, he's warm and comforting, like a golden wave of energy surrounding you-- you pushed him up and you began to undo the buttons on his shirt and he lowered his kisses for a moment before he swatted at your hands gently.
"no, no, baby- I do the undressing, got it?" He growled softly into your ear before nipping at the earlobe and he pulled back. he hastily undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off slowly, making a show of it. you squirmed under him and he shot you a warning glare. you wanted to know what the warning was about, you wanted so desperately to find out. "don't be such a whore, sweet one--"
His words drew a whine from your throat and he only chuckled, "I die so I can see you and be fucked-- that's more whorey than trying to take off that damn shirt-"
His lips quirk into a sharp smirk, looking down and shaking his head, "oh you're right, aren't you, baby? you're such a whore you find anyway you can to be under me, hm?" He holds the smug smirk as he dives down to attack your neck in kisses, not bothering with your shirt. he's just as desperate as you, with the way he's hastily undoing his pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before throwing them on the ground beside the bed.
He looks to you, slender fingers ghosting over your own jeans and you nod. He hesitates, "words, baby."
And you nod again, rolling your eyes in a playful and loving way, "yes, you may,"
"Good baby," he growls softly, doing the same as he did with his own pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside without a single care. he dives down again, kissing you deeply and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. he nips and sucks at it, your whining echoing against his skull and he can't help but whimper against your mouth. you want to throw a snarky comment at him, break his ego just a little bit, but you stop. your mind is fuzzy, for one, too over took with anticipation to come up with any decent comeback. but, for two, you can't help but feel an incessant love in his actions.
he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, "Color, darling?" he speaks so softly, a whisper, a promise. he's so soft all of a sudden and you haven't a clue why.
"Green, daddy," You say it without thinking, without second-guessing the syllables that spill from your mouth. when he freezes and looks at you, your face burns red. you hadn't ever used the name in a non joking context (what he thought was joking), let alone in a sexual manner, so to say the least; it caught you both for a whirlspin.
"sorry- sorry, wilbur- it was an acc-" you're immediately cut off by a searing kiss, one that makes you take a few steps back and squeak before you're able to settle into it, to realize it's even happening. when you do, you sigh, grabbing onto the curls on his head and tugging slightly, whimpering into his mouth and whining against him. he slides your underwear down, letting it bunch at your knees, he's slow with how he sinks his hand down. two fingers between your folds and circling your clit in a smooth and soft motion. you whimper, a soft moan following as he pulls back, still circling it and adding slight pressure as he holds your face in the other hand. his knees are what's keeping him above you as he kisses your jaw so sweet and soft.
"how are you feeling, baby?" wilbur whispers, and you let out another sweet moan as he adds a bit more pressure. tt's gentle, it's loving and it feels so fucking good.
"Good.. sooo good.." your words slur a bit, and he chuckles at how far gone you already are. how long has your desperation been this bad?
"mm, you miss my hands, honey? They way they press-" he emphasizes with his fingers pressing against your entrance, but not sliding in. You're not as ready as he wished you'd be. granted you were soaking the moment your sweet moment with him turned less than sweet, he's specific with how much teasing and taunting he does before he… commits, shall I say. "you miss the way daddy makes you feel, huh? The way I fill you up? when you're so full of me you can't do anything but whimper.. such a beautiful little slut, huh? all for me.. for your god."
you nod softly, wrapping your fingers into your curls as you whine; eyes wide and soft, full of love for the god above you. words slipping away, unable for you to even use them, to speak back to him.
"love," he grabs your chin, pinching it between his fingers and you whine at the way his hand no longer rests between your legs, "use your words, baby," he coaxes, your legs wrapping around his waist.
"mm, yes," you mumble, squirming under him, whining and desperate for more of his touch, "please?" you beg, not elaborating yet it's both clear what you're wanting. you want more than just his fingers, need more-- but he has his methods and you're much too busy feeling to even bother with arguing.
"just a few more minutes, okay? only a few, bunny," he leans his face down into the crook of your neck, placing soft gentle kisses on the skin as he slips his pointer finger inside you; grazing your walls as his thumb gently circles around your clit. he watches as you open your eyes to glare at him, visually telling him off for the teasing he's doing. he chuckles softly, "okay, okay, baby," another finger joins, and he curls them back as he begins to move them in and out. his mouth leaves behind marks in the wake of his kisses and you can't help but whine at every sensation and touch he provides.
as he moves to pull his fingers out, he goes back in; deeper. curling his fingers when he pulls back again, then spreading them gently, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort you may be feeling. all he notices is the soft moans that slip from your lips every few seconds, a response to each touch he makes.
he uses his free hand to rub your cheek, keeping your eyes and attention on him as his fingers do the work, "bunny, how are you feeling?"
"mm more?"
"use more words, hun," you whimper, whining softly up at him and using your eyes as a method to convince him. it takes a few more moments of this before he nods, "color?"
"green," you smile softly, gasping when he pulls his fingers away, slipping them in your mouth to suck off your essence and taste yourself.
"good baby," his lips curve as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping your lips with his thumb before he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. he readjusts his position, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as his hands lift your hips up to meet his, "color?" he mumbles against your lips; sounds of breathing melding together as he situates himself and lines up at your entrance.
"green, promise," you bite your lip, eyes cast up on him, your hands tangled in his curls as his hands slink up onto your back.
"good baby.. that's it," he hums, lips finding purchase on your neck; nipping and sucking with glee as he slowly sheathes his cock inside of you. you feel the familiar stretch of his size, eyes daring to look down at how much of it you can see through the bulge that always forms. his fingers ghost over the rounded area of your stomach and he groans, "already so full of me, aren't you?" he smirks, eyes met with yours as he rubs the skin of your stomach, settling inside you and letting you adjust to how big he is.
"mm yeah.. feels so good," you drawl out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel him bury himself just a bit deeper; hips flush with one another.
"oh, baby, I haven't even moved?"
"so?" you slur, biting your lip as he holds your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin.
"color?" he murmurs, moving to kiss gently against your neck and collarbone. you want to feel this heaven for a bit longer. you don't want him to move yet, you need to revel in the feeling of being so absolutely and desperately full of your god.
"yellow.. need a minute," you look up at him, fingers running over his lips and tracing the shape, and you lean up to bring him into a sweet kiss, pulling back and mumbling, "green,"
he smiles, kissing all over your face as he starts to move, thrusting with care as he builds up a quicker pace but being as gentle as possible. his hands roam your sides, fingers gripping as he shuts his eyes. groans slip from his mouth, lips agape and letting every moan and grunt slip past and travel to your ears.
"fuck, you feel so good, baby.." he groans, opening his eyes to glance down at you and watch your expression. your mouth is open slightly, whimpers and moans meeting his. he leans down to bring his lips to your neck again, leaving behind sweet love bites.
your sweet sounds of pleasure speak for itself, soft moans and whimpers are music to wil's ears. his thrusts become rougher, each one going deeper than the last; your mind reeling as your fingers grip the sheets.
"fuck, fuck," he grunts, face hidden in your neck as your back arches up into him, "feel so fucking good, baby.. such a good slut, mm? fuck you're so tight," he murmurs, using every word he can to his advantage.
his hands move from your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as his thumbs draw messy circles with every thrust of his hips. the sound of heavy breaths, moans and skin against skin fills the air; the scent of sweat and sex swirling with it.
you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, eyes rolling back as his head tucks into your neck. he slows down a moment, "you okay honey?"
you nod rapidly eyes shutting tightly now, and he slows a bit more, lifting his head and grabbing your chin with his hand; forcing you to meet his gaze.
"words, baby," he croons, kissing the tip of your nose before a moan slips past his lips.
"faster, please?"
he nods, smirking as he quickens the pace, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet, slow kiss that says everything words do not convey. his hands fall back to your hips, lifting them slightly to give a better angle; and you whimper at the change. the way he goes deeper inside of you, the head of his cock grazing the deepest wall inside of you. his shaft running over that sweet spot with every thrust he makes, every movement of his cock.
your mind felt fuzzier and fuzzier by the second; melting into useless mush. there wasn't a way in hell you could speak if you had to now, all you could focus on was the tightening of your stomach and the absolutely heavenly feelings your darling god was providing to you.
wilbur begins to leave soft, messy kisses across your face as his thrusts begin to falter, getting messier and less precise with each movement.
"are you close, bunny?" he mumbles, kissing the shell of your ear as your moan a bit louder than you have, the knot in your stomach tightening tighter than it has before. you reach onto his back, digging your nails into the skin and creating half moons. you muster up the energy to nod your head, rapidly moving it as a yes; whimpers and whines following suit.
he grunts, hips sputtering as he draws closer to finishing, you swear you're gonna finish first, but lord knows he'll do everything he can to finish with you. he mumbles a quick question to you, if you want him to pull out or fill you up. and despite your melted mush for a brain, you mutter a response to the latter. you want him to stay inside you, to fill you up so full that all you can feel is him.
he glances down again, biting his lip and nearly coming right then when he yet again, sees the bulge he creates. he moves a bit faster, trying to bring you both over the edge. he reaches to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he pulls you in for a final kiss.
"come with me, okay?" he mumbles against your lips before muffling any cry or moan you make as you come undone beneath him, he follows suit, filling you completely with his warmth. he gasps softly, pulling away from the kiss as he moves to rub your waist with his thumbs, kissing your face sweetly as you both catch your breath.
"baby, you did so good.. so so good. you took me so well, hun.." wilbur murmurs, fingers rubbing soft circles as he stays buried inside you for a few more moments.
"such a good puppy, yeah? sweet baby.." he sighs, pulling out not too long after he speaks, laying beside you and pulling you on top of him.
"so tired, daddy.." you whisper against his chest, nuzzling closer to his warm body as you can. his fingers sift through your hair, ghosting kisses on the top of your head.
"I know baby, but you were so good, did so good.. rest here, okay? get a little nap and then we'll have a bath, mm? how's that sound?" he coos, kissing your cheek as you sleepily smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he pulls you up closer by your lower back. he pulls the covers up over both of you, rubbing your back as he lets you nap for a bit.
before you fall asleep, you quickly mumble to him, "you were good too, daddy.. thank you," he smiles softly at your tired and slurred words, kissing your temple as he watches your breath even out.
he rubs your back as you nap happily on top of him as he watches you, thinking over the rest of his gift to you. this wasn't even part of it, yet you asked for it and he happily provided. he had other intentions, the big one being letting you stay in his world for eternity; or however long you wished. along with any other gift he had collected and created, wrapping it up and hiding it away in a room you never went into.
not too long after you fell asleep, he kissed your forehead and laid you down gently, tucking you in as he pulled on his underwear. he went into the bathroom, starting a warm bath with bubble bath and scented candles lit around the room. the lights off and the only light being the softer yellow light of the candles.
he sat on the edge of the bathtub, running his hand under the faucet, making sure it's not too hot or cold. he then put some rose petals on the floor and in the tub. he set up some towels on the stool beside the bathtub, with water and snacks for you both (but mostly for you).
he sat there waiting for the tub to fill before he heard you pattering close to the bathroom.
"daddy?" you called, sniffling softly.
"in here, pup," he smiles, standing up and walking up to where you stood by the doorway. you changed into a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. he kneeled a bit, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, "you okay, love bug?"
you nod, wiping your eyes a bit, a few more sniffles before you hum, "a bit, thought I lost you,"
he frowns, shaking his head before he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back and kissing your head.
"I'm here, baby, it's okay," he coos, leading you over to the edge of the bathtub to where he picks you up and pulls you onto his lap, "how about you go pee while I go to the kitchen, yeah?"
you nod softly, hugging him close for a second before hopping off his lap and handing him the blanket before he scurried out to give you privacy; turning off the tub in the process. he hurried down the hall, slipping into the kitchen where he starts a cup of tea for you. you don't particularly like it, but he knows you'll drink it if he makes it for you. it helps your throat, you know this but it's just so gross to you. when the tea is finished, he carries it back to the bathroom, setting it on the little empty table next to the stool. he smiles as he sees you sitting on your knees, leaning over the edge and playing with the water.
"you ok, bunny?" he whispers, hand rubbing your back. you look up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. you nod softly, standing up and reaching for him. he picks you up and holds you close, kissing your cheek over and over again.
"bath?" you mumble, body held tight against his. he chuckles softly and nods, pulling back and helping you undress and slip into the bath. he pulls off his own boxers before he slides in behind you, pulling you against his chest, fingers running over your belly.
he kisses your shoulder, his fingers sifting through your hair lovingly.
"how are you feeling, little bear?" you sigh, leaning your head back as he draws little shapes on your belly with his finger tips.
"tired, but good.. thank you, for earlier."
he smiles, nodding with a kiss to your bare shoulder, "you're welcome, sweetie," he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your neck and under your ear for a moment, "you want me to wash your hair, baby?"
you nod softly, humming, "mhmmm," then rest your hands on his knees, rubbing your thumbs over the skin through the water. you admire the difference of size between his legs and yours, giggling softly.
"what, bun?" he croons, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, running it through your hair as he waits for your response.
"I'm smaller than you, by a lot," you mumble, chewing your lips as you scoot closer against him.
"yeah, you are, huh? do you like that?" he asks, smiling softly to himself as he tilts your head back; rinsing out your hair.
"yeah, easier to be held by you," you sigh, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back further onto his shoulder. he smiles sweetly, a kiss to your nose as he finishes washing it.
he lets silence drape over you both, fingers rubbing circles on your belly again before he speaks up, "I have a proposal for you, for your Christmas gift."
"mm? yeah daddy?" you look up at him, eyes fluttering open as you gaze up at him, your hands reaching to play with his fingers.
"how do you feel about getting to stay here indefinitely, mm? be my immortal love?" he watches as your eyes widen with excitement, pure joy filling you as you sit up and grab his hands tightly, splashing some water in the process.
"really?"
"really, baby,"
you smile widely, muttering thank you's to him as you hold onto him, hugging his neck. he holds your back, pressing your smaller frame against his chest as he chuckles at your joy.
"are you that happy?"
"yes! yes, I am, I get to stay with you and be with you and I get to have you to myself. i get to have my daddy and- i- thank you," you whisper the last part, calming down from your rant as you take a few soft breaths. he reaches forward to caress your cheeks with his thumbs, rubbing back and forth as he smiles admiringly at you.
"I'm glad, and you're welcome, love bug," he pauses, gazing down at you as you move to sit in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as he drops his hands to your back again, "no more sex for a while?"
"nuh-uh, I am sore, maybe in like... a week?" you suggest, shrugging nonchalant as he rubs your upper arms.
he chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, "youuuuu mean in a month?" he smirks softly, drawing his hands down from your arms onto your sides, pulling you towards him.
"well, maybe on Christmas Eve but-"
he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, "in front of the fire?"
"with a candle?"
"look forward to it then, my love," he smiles, kissing your cheek before letting you rest on his chest, his hands running up and down your back as you sigh. you nuzzle your nose against his skin, finding peace in his warmth and touch.
not too long passes before he's sitting up with you, holding you by your lower back and pressing kisses to your jaw, "ready, baby?"
you nod softly, yawning tiredly as he steps out of the bath first, picking you up and standing you up against him. he holds you to his chest as he drains the tub, reaching over to the towels to wrap you up and help you dry off. he then dries himself off, which you just watch him with tired eyes, wanting to help but not having the energy to. you also knew he'd swat at your hand and get onto you. then he'd say; 'i'm meant to take care of you right now, not the other way around'.
you felt it was unfair, but arguing with him was fruitless. you whined softly, watching as he quickly put on his underwear. he smiles, shaking his head softly, "hold on, hun,"
he stood up, boxers on as he starts to pat you dry, "I wanted to help you, though," you whisper softly, looking up at him; damp curls hanging over his forehead as his light stubble gets highlighted in the dim light.
"mm.. maybe next time, okay? I'm here to care for you and you need to be cared for. deal?" you hesitate before you nod, letting him gently pat you dry, wrapping you up in the towel before he picks you up to carry you into the bedroom.
he sets you down on the edge of the bed as he hurries over to the dresser, grabbing a set of his boxers for you and one of his sweaters. you'd choose his clothes over yours any day and he knew that better than anyone. he helps you put them on before he brings you into his arms again, a few giggles from you before you both lay on the bed. you're tucked against his chest, head under his chin as he rubs your back again, playing with your hair.
"you okay, my love?" he whispers against your hair, kisses placed at the crown of your head as you nod.
"better than okay, daddy," you nuzzle against his chest, hands on his bare waist as you rub your fingertips and make shapes on his skin.
silence befalls on both of you, and he swears you're asleep, until you tiredly mumble, "I love you, daddy," which earns a smile and a sigh from him.
"I love you too, baby. you rest now, okay?" he mumbles, a few quick kisses before you fall asleep. he watches for a few minutes before falling asleep himself; feeling fully at peace with his love in his arms, being held and safe.
you'd both say this night was full of beautiful Christmas gifts, dare I say the best you could receive.
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godburs favorite holiday is Christmas. he never associates it with the christian faith, or anything of the like. if anything, he just sees it as a reason to spoil his partner and heal the broken bits that you keep hidden inside.
snow days in his garden (dude, he can control the weather in his realm, it's so fun), cookie baking days, board game nights, Christmas movies, nighttime cuddles, Christmas decorating and various other activities. (add him reading you books/stories while you fall asleep on his chest<3)
his favorite part is when he gets to watch your excited face on Christmas morning while you gift him all the things you've collected, and then when you open yours from him (that's actually his favorite, favorite part. who'd turn down that?)
all in all, godbur is a Christmas girlie<33
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this song but reader to godbur>>>
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godbur thoughts anyone?
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this is sooo sweet 😭
sweet christmas
godbur’s very first christmas
➸ note; i wrote this in probably a total of an hour and i am very proud of that but i do worry that it isn’t very good although i am sure it’s fine, i just fear i rushed it, anyways!! enjoy your godbur fix !
➸ pairing; god!wilbur x gn!reader // godbur x gn!reader
➸ summary; after telling wilbur of the wonders of christmas, he decides to give you the best holiday season you could ever imagine
➸ warning; cheesy nicknames, allusions to past childhood trauma, maybe swearing?
➸ age-rating; 14+
➸ wordcount; 1.7k
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wilbur was hands down one of your favorite people to live with, yes the trail to get to this point was nothing but rocky, but you were quite content with how things turned out.
your life felt more serene and peaceful as an immortal than it did when you were mortal. getting to wake up in his arms, get smothered in kisses and love; then go about your days together, assisting him in whatever matters he may need it in. it felt domestic, and sweet; and god, was he caring. he loved looking out for you, caring for you and treating you with such love and kindness.
he loved to hold you and sway you, cook for you and love on you. you were his pride and joy.
not too long ago, you went on a rant about a lot of things from the mortal realm, explaining them in such detail that it completely captured wil's attention, although one subject sunk in the most; christmas.
he thought the mere idea was beautiful, a gift giving holiday with snowy weather and fun activities? count him in. he wanted nothing more than to treat you to anything and everything, spoiling you to an extent you didn't know was possible.
i think it stuck most for him once you told him of the Christmases you had as a child. of course, they weren't all bad but you had plenty of Christmases that you would have loved to go without. years that it just couldn't bring you joy, or years where it broke you down.
so, he made it his mission to give you the best Christmas he can. a whole month was blocked out for you, starting in what he called November and ending in late December. although there's no true concept of time in his world, he copied the human form of time a while ago, just to give you a better sense of things. to make you feel at home (although he was home, there were bits that you missed from time to time).
he had yet to tell you, keeping it a surprise while he made a little basket of Christmas things.
when you opened it, you almost questioned him on where he found everything but then realized that wouldn't go anywhere. he's a god, with powers you can't even fathom. there's nothing out of the way with him.
it was filled with snacks and a cookie cookbook, a soft blanket, one of his sweaters and various other things (he did go a bit candle crazy, but he knew you loved them and hell, he did too).
after that, then the festivities began. he started off with a Christmas movie and some warm s'mores, both of you sharing as you tucked yourself against his side.
"love," he paused, looking down at you as he lifted your chin, getting your gaze to meet his.
"yes?" he smiles at the softness of your voice before wiping chocolate from the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. you frown gently up at him, and he places a gentle kiss to your lips.
"that's it," he hums, placing a few more soft kisses to your cheeks and temple.
"that didn't warrant a 'love'," you huff, kissing his cheek before resting back beside him on the couch. you squeak when he pulls you into his lap, "willllllll," you whine, looking up at him with the best pissed look you can give before you begin to giggle at him.
"everything warrants a 'love', baby," he tilts your head back, hand resting on the front of your throat as he kisses all over your face; showering you in all the love he can possibly muster.
"hmmm.. I disagree," you rest your hands on his thighs, to ground yourself somehow, as his hands move down to rub over your stomach, fingers gently tracing shapes on your skin; underneath your sweater.
"disagree all you want, I'm right, little one," wil's lips curl up into a smirk as you groan at his words, head leaned back against his shoulder.
"why do you *always* have to be right?" you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he pulls you closer, maneuvering you so your legs are draped over his lap.
"I'm a god, remember? *your* god, darling," his smirk then morphs back into a smile as he kisses underneath your chin.
"don't wear it out," you nuzzle your nose up against his neck, your arms now around him as he pulls you closer; your attention now back on the movie, but his still on you.
his next activity, which took place a few days later; was cookie baking. thankfully, he chose a recipe and some premade dough; just in case. you figured the premade stuff was gonna get its use pretty quickly.
"baby, can you pass me the sugar?" he inquired, hand reaching out mindlessly as he reread the recipe for the trillionth time, ensuring that he was processing the material properly and wouldn't fuck this up for you.
you didn't really care if the cookies turned out perfectly, or at all. you just enjoyed the time you could spend with him, and the sweet moments he created with you.
you handed him the sugar, watching him grab the bag with ease (despite it being several pounds in one hand). you then swiftly moved over to stand beside him, gazing up at him as he measured out the ingredients. he placed all the dry ingredients in a bowl, but didn't bother to stir it yet as he moved to pick you up and place you on the counter. he handed you the bowl and a whisk.
"can you stir this for me, little love?" he crooned, and you nodded, stirring while he went over to the fridge to gather the rest of the ingredients (all at once, mind you).
you had to keep yourself from laughing at the sight, his arms filled with all of the ingredients all stacked up and pressed under his chin.
"wil, be careful," you mumbled, smiling softly to him as he nodded his head to you.
"I'm fine! I've got this!" he attempted at reassurance, but it came out squeaky rather than firm.
you shook your head, giggling to yourself as you set down the bowl beside you and swung your legs on the edge of the counter. he placed all of the wet ingredients down on the counter, rather clumsily before he began that mixture.
surprisingly, the cookies turned out well. and you both danced together in the kitchen while they baked, only to cuddle up in front of another Christmas movie when they were done.
various activities had occurred during the two months he blocked out, baking, games, cuddles, ice skating and show angel making in the garden. he planned everything and there wasn't a moment you didn't enjoy. you loved every second of it, and he enjoyed every giggle and smile you had to offer.
Christmas morning rolled around quickly, the both of you having spent Christmas Eve with a small dinner, cookies and a movie. and of course, wil had you open one of your gifts before bed. it was a little Christmas ornament he had sculpted from some clay and then painted. a star, with golden paint and beautiful cursive words spelling 'my star' on the back, with the year underneath. you'd be lying if you said you didn't cry, because you did and could barely mumble out a thank you.
just like every kid on Christmas, you woke up early. beyond excited and just bouncing with excitement.
you shook Wil gently beside you, his sleeping form peacefully tucked in bed beside you.
"wil, wil! it's Christmas!" you giggled, shaking him a bit more as he hummed, eyes daring to flutter open and gaze up at you.
"mm, just a few more minutes? you can wait, little love," he pulls you gently against his chest, sleepy, sloppy kisses placed on your cheek. you squirm, giggling at his kisses before whining gently.
"but it's Christmas!!"
he chuckles, holding you closer as you tuck yourself against him, "but Christmas morning cuddles are the best, mm?"
"maybe," you shrug, settling into him for just a bit longer.
a smirk crawls up on his lips before he sighs, pulling back to look down at you, smirk morphing to a smile before he leans down to kiss you.
you look up at him, eyes trying to close again, despite your tiredness setting in, you're determined to stay awake, "can we watch the disney christmas special? like the parade?"
"you truly underestimate my powers as a god, baby," his joyful expression stays held on his face as he kisses your nose and helps you out of bed.
he holds out his hand for you, stepping towards the bedroom door as he wiggles his fingers at you. you wrap your hand around his index finger, tugging softly as he chuckles and leads you down the stairs and into the living area. the tree lit up, creating a dim lighting atmosphere that casts beautiful shadows and a warm light over the room.
you both sit down, beginning to exchange gifts and thank one another for each one. not too long passes and he's shooing you onto the couch as he cleans up and throws a quick breakfast in the oven before joining you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and pressing sweet kisses to your face. he's quiet and quick with turning on the Christmas morning special for you, fingers circling over the skin of your stomach.
"you can nap, y'know?" he hums against the shell of your ear, kissing the skin behind it.
"don't wanna miss the parade," you whine, yawning and curling in against him.
"who's to say you can't rewatch it if you miss it?"
you shrug, nodding before dozing off. he moved his hand to sift through your hair, sleep taking you peacefully as he admires the room around him. the quaint quiet surrounding him, the warmth and love that he feels for you. how sweet, and gentle the holiday was. even if you're asleep only three hours after waking up.
you both know there’s many more christmases to come.
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gleefully;
fluff; him letting you stay for a bit longer than he should, more than he's allowed to. yes, he's a god, but he likes his rules. he lets you wander, setting basic rules here and there. don't go to the back gardens, ask before entering a room you haven't been in before, come to bed with him. simple things. he likes watching and admiring you and seeing you live happily with him. baking and cooking and dancing with him, hanging off him and calling him silly names you really shouldn't.
angst; then you're let go, thrown back to mortality and you accept it. he wallows for a while, you go about your life and he watches until you reach him again.
not sfw okay beware--
uh so i love how coherent my angst/fluff is and all I've gotta say here is KINKY
mf loves loves loves having you under him, like overstimulation to the max. he likes to make your visits worth while, usually in the form of very rough and kinky sex. but god (no pun intended), is it good- like don't even call it heavenly, it's far beyond that.
he likes to wrap his hand around your neck sometimes, mostly as a reminder to you both where you are, and who's who's. but other times, when it's softer (which is rare, my guy has pent up feelings and absolutely loves fucking you senseless) he holds your hands, fingers intertwined.
light system is used.
he's a grunty boy, very very vocal. super into praising and having his sub be so whiny and whimpery.
he's a daddy kink guy. he loves it. adores it. (but also doesn't mind it in a non sexual context!! makes him feel nice and giddy outside of sex!!) but if it's sex, it riles him up.
if you don't use your words he'll usually pull a "mm, what was that, baby? use your words, kitten. do you want me to punish you?"
his form of punishment is pulling out almost all the way, when he's just barely in and trying to keep himself just barely buried in you, maybe pressed up- but it drives you crazy. he'll press on your belly during this as well, reminding you how empty you are bc you didn't use your words.
now when he's in you he still likes that but-
i will never shut up if I don't cut myself off
-godbur anon
Brbbfbfjfjrjr can you just stay forever at that point?!?! That’s heaven actually. And literally. But… oml, clinging to him and just always wanting to be with him and explore the new things with him. He also likes always being with you. Likes to see your face light up at the smallest things. Likes to hold you against him anytime you get overwhelmed. Ugh! This man-
FUCK THAT- nope. Nah- if he put me back on this place, he’s expecting me the next day so- /hj no but. Ugh. The way your both longing for each other. Wanting to be next to each other and loved by the other. Ngl- once your up there again, he’s not letting you go.
(Minors get out of here!!!!)
No bc he seems kinky. Like rough, no holding back kinky. And I live for it!! Lord he loves overstimulation. Loves how you tremble under him and whine for him to slow down or maybe even speed up, loving the feeling of all of it.
He has every invitation to wrap his hand around my throat…. Mhm. Omg! But like- when it is soft sex, loves holding your hands and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.
Personally loves the light system.
Vocal men>>>> lord-
No because Wilbur is just always daddy coded half the time so I see it! Oml- when you do call him daddy, he’s gone. He’s- that man’s self control has left!
See as rough as he is, I love how he would ask that bc he doesn’t like giving punishments most likely. Like- it just seems physically impossible to him for him to hurt you intentionally-
Oml- and when you whine from how empty you are, he just laughs and mocks your whines.
KEEP GOING PLEASE!!!
#I love this man so much#lilly’s ask#godbur anon <3#smut#minors freak off.#wilbur soot x reader smut#wilbur soot smut
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connor's godverse [source material]
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due to the recent popularity, my autism latching to this au and the few requests to let others dabble in it themselves; I've decided to make this central post of the godbur-verse and all it has to offer. you may use godbur or goddess!wilma and write them how you wish but do credit me mainly because I want to see what others create with my ideas!! that is all, now enjoy my tism vomit.
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meet wilbur and wilma, our characters in this story of power and love and god-like shenanigans. the two of them are godly twins who rule their respective sectors in their shared world. they're an unlikely match, almost polar opposites; but not quite.
WILBUR; the cat
strong-willed and fairminded; colder on the exterior but with a heart two sizes too big.
visually 27 yrs old // queer leaning // autistic coded // less present with believers // 6'7" tall
wilbur rules the left sector of the golden realm. he focuses on doing right with his devotees, guiding them on the path of what's right and moral, keeping them from going astray. he keeps his relationships professional and has yet to drift from that rule.
wilbur has many rules he holds himself to, but most of them are one's he's given himself; in fear he would fall from his holiness if he did not. there is nothing to fall to. what he knows is what is there.
he keeps piles of journals filled with every thought and idea he's ever had, most are to himself. most aren't very kind. he keeps his rules listed in one specific journal. one he's decorated with painted doodles on the front and flowers pressed in the pages.
wilbur keeps great distance between himself and his believers. his golden rule being;
'distance is good for the start, when it will end in distance too'
he fears attachment will wreck his thoughts and deem him unrulable if he was to ever lose a mortal he grew attached to. regardless if it's a common tradition for a mortal to be assumed by their god.
that is cut short when one particular mortal catches his eye and captures his heart with their love and kindness and appreciation for what he's given them.
his first rule he broke, was close communication. there was something about this one mortal that his mind cling to, and they seemed very keen on him too. they weren’t in any belief of any god in particular until he claimed them (get your mind out of the gutter).
little did he know, they would take to it as well as they did. they enjoyed his company and his words and guidance. reaching for his metaphorical hand to lead them to the best outcome. they trusted him, he was trusted. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t break the next rule soon after.
falling in love. he was enraptured by them, and their continuous devotion to him, doing all they could to see him. to be with him. to be by him for as long as they can. to stay living in his world.
despite his growing love for this sweet one, wilbur had to cast them out, back to their life. they were meant to be mortal and he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of what’s meant to be.
when he finally awarded his mortal with a life in his realm; he felt his shoulders lighten and a big weight of worry lift from him. they were safe with him, even if it meant he broke his golden rule amongst many other rules. he finally understood when people said they would do anything for their love, because he’d do just that for them.
wilbur like any other god, adorns both fangs and white feathered wings. he can retract them at any moment he wishes, and often chooses to hide them; especially around his mortal. he doesn't want to scare or overwhelm them so he keeps those features to himself.
the left sector is the home of the eldest twin. the one with moral responsibility who doesn’t stray from the rules unless prompted, and even then he fights back. the world is covered in sunlight and flowers. a beautiful garden at the back door of wilbur’s home. a place to write and be quiet and play music and just be. where butterflies and bees and animals roam and scurry on the grass and through the fields, where one can admire what is around them without worry of what could be happening. a safe haven.
WILMA; the dove
laid back and relaxed counterpart to wilbur; the divine feminine
visually 27 years old // mtf, feminine preference // autistic/adhd coded // hyper diligent with believers // 6'3"
wilma rules the right sector, the world of beauty and art and femininity. she focuses on bringing love and art to her believers, showing them what beauty is in the world; especially if they hadn’t viewed it in such a way before.
wilma has closer relationships with her believers, not upholding herself to the same strict standards as her brother holds himself. she believes that each person deserves to have a heart and hand reach out to them, pulling them into a hug and away from danger.
through wilma's art you’ll find the many attachments she’s had to her believers but never once giving in. they must have the best mortal life possible, and she can’t meddle with that. it would be unfair to them, cruel even.
her golden rule is this;
‘you must leave them be, even if the heart screams otherwise, let them free like doves must be’
so she paints and she sculpts and her emotions end up seeping into her every piece, and each piece has its place in her home. unlike her brother, her work in creativity is more inline with what she thinks and feels rather than lists of rules and thoughts and worries. she’s a brighter being, sunnier and lighter. she finds peace in everything.
sketchbooks and canvases and have finished sculptures line the halls of her home, making it here through her efforts in the arts.
although her efforts to not let her attachments get the best of her are fruitful for a while, there is (as always) one mortal who causes her to break her only rule. one with a beautiful heart and mind that always finds the sweetness in nature and those around them. someone spiritually equal to her that she can care for and love on and be inspired by.
she grew closer and closer to this mortal, their shared attachment to one another grew into a deep and loving bond, that left the other with a feeling of emptiness when they couldn't have the other.
wilma fought her desire to bring this mortal to her, wanting them to have the best life in their own world they possibly could. she couldn't even dare disrupt it. they could do so much! so much, without wilma.
she fought herself and her mind and her heart, for months it was aching for her mortal. she needed them, but she couldn't give in. her mortal reached out to her many times, without response as she struggled to justify bringing them to her.
finally, after watching her brother give in to his own wants, she does the same. it isn't all that bad, and what's the worst that could happen? her mortal doesn't like it in her world? she could send them back! they'll be happy either way.
so she brought them to her, and they were finally together. her muse was with her, in front of her eyes and in the flesh.
wilma and her mortal spent their days in the flower fields and ponds, embracing and giggling and admiring one another. adoring each other and their flaws and beauties.
as with wilbur, and any other god; wilma has the same fangs and wings. she doesn't choose to hide them as her brother does, keeping them on display, besides when she met her mortal; best not to scare them off.
she takes great pride in her appearance and her special features, showing them off 90% of the time. they don't bother her mortal, so she keeps them on display and she tries her best to show them off.
the right sector is home to the feminine, the beauty and the art of nature. creativity, divinity seep into the ground of this sector. ponds and rivers and fields of flowers adorn this world and make it what it is. it's a safety net for creatives who don't feel there's a place to belong in their own world. a safe haven.
its euphoric in its sights and aesthetics, tunnels covered in vines and flowers, water flowing beneath it. golden light covers the sights in a blanket of love and peace that wilma admires greatly.
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godverse masterlist
if you post any sort of fic/blurb/headcanon post thats based off this au, please tag me so I can read it and tag it here. i want it to be in one place so we can all see the art we all create over these silly gods!
for more info; godverse source post
by @mysticalsoot ⤵️
heaven is you (a godbur au) || x
after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want
they/them // godbur x gn!reader // 2k
kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-), i think that’s it!
sweet christmas || x
after telling wilbur of the wonders of christmas, he decides to give you the best holiday season you could ever imagine
they/them // godbur x gn!reader // 1.7k
cheesy nicknames, allusions to past childhood trauma, maybe swearing?
other creators ⤵️
all wrapped up in embers || x
by; @enanon
new years eve with godbur
they/them // godbur x gn!reader // ?
small new years celebration with Wilbur, drinking wine, cheesy words are exchanged, beware.
bright lights and goodbyes || x
by @evergreen-writing
how you met godbur (in a club)
they/them (y/n used) // godbur x gn!reader // ?
reminiscing on the first time you met your beloved god.
please don't say you love me || x
by @enanon
if only things that you loved lasted forever, now wouldn't that be lovely? Things must come to an end, and not in a way you hoped for- or even wanted.
they/them // godbur x gn!reader // ?
angst, no comfort, him falling out of love, implied suicide.
#connormasterlist#godbur au#godbur#god!wilbur#godbur x gn!reader#god!wilbur x gn!reader#wilbur x reader#wilbur soot x reader
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CEOs son Wilbur-- many thoughts. mostly sweet rn like-
he has money okay, rich as fuck. this guy's family's company has been in business since the late 21st century, travelling the universe and terraforming planets and making better technology- think Laroux industries from the Starbound trilogy but like- not corrupted!!
anyways, he will spoil you, it's a must. he has to leave a lot, so if you live with him--youre most likely home way more than he is. it gets lonely, but he has little things. he hides some of his sweaters with a fresh scent of him all around the house for you to find (always a nice surprise with a little bow and a note). it's usually more tolerable when he's just on tour or in the studio but when he has to go on business trips- it's horrible. very limited contact, he's on a whole other planet so it's just- hard.
when he gets back!! a whole day just for you, cuddles, kisses, movies- he gives you the gift he found on whatever planet he was on. it's always something sweet. (he plans out a list of shops on the planet he's going to so any free time is spent shopping for you).
the smut thoughts have now joined my brain- ahem-
the standard on most planet's big cities for like buildings and apartments are like huge windows and tall walls. he lives on the top floor of an apartment building that over looks the city (I swear I have names of cities and planets but my brain says no and won't let me remember) anyways- the bedroom has a wall of windows that overlooks the city.
he absolutely adores just going at it right by the window, or pushing you up against it and just going at it. he likes to show you off, although no one can see in so he can still be private about it. no one sees or knows but the concept gets him off just enough.
although soft and slow sex is beautiful with him, he's holding your hands and pressing the softest of kisses on your lips or cheeks or jaw or neck. he's careful, slow with it. he's so soft and sweet and love just seeps into his every action-
though, he is extremely kinky. very much so. it's- oh it's bad.
-godbur anon
(Note: this is like a utopia au sort of thing for context!)
No because when he spoils you, it’s always with either like stuffed animals, blankets, comfort food, ect. Like anything you want he’ll get you. Especially if he leaves for a business trip, this man is buying you a pile of shit.
Also he holds you so close the night before he leaves for a business meeting- he hates it just as much as you do.
Ok but when he comes back is a whole other story- he cancels all his plans or like appointments just to stay in with you and just be with you. Like, he hasn’t seen you in forever (it was barely a week) and he wants to just- feel you. Know your there.
Minors. This is the no no zone for you. Stay back. Or I will hiss at you.
No because him pressing you against the window as he just- goes at it, he doesn’t even think about people watching and once he does he’s like- not bothered at all. And I think he knows it gets you off as well so why not-
Also when he comes home, soft and slow sex is purely his go too because she just wants to bask in your presence and having you in his arms again. Just shows you all his love
When is he not kinky-
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yes it's midnight, boo hoo bc I have a question regarding characters of wilbur I've created😌
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#bs au#bs dr#labrat au#godbur#god!wilbur#connorshitposts#connorpolls#its like almosy 1am#what am i doing#searching for approval?#matbe.
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whenever youre sent back to the mortal realm, you still have that strong connect to him spiritually so-
sometimes he likes to pleasure you by sort of possessing you in a similar way that llg!bur does!! not quite though, he can't control your physical movements but he can speak to you in your head so he'll praise you and tell you what to do and to imagine it's him as he just-
it's mm
basically his way of saying, sorry! gotta stick to the rules! I'd love to fuck you absolutely everywhere but I am a god that's autistic!
i have strong feelings about this character, he is my character. how do- it's just... yeaaaah.
-godbur anon
Minors go away.
Lord another bursona that can possess you and give you pleasure- sign me up.
See it still counts tho! His voice 😵💫 and plus him praising you and telling you how good your doing for him and how he wishes he could be here to do if himself I-
See- can I just stay with him?? Like- idgaf at this point, I’m staying with this man h til indie because one it’s Godbur and two it’s Godbur…..
Ok but-
“Hmm good job baby. Doing so good for me, you know I wish I was there right? Wish I was there to help you out and make you feel good?”
THIS MAN IS GOING TO MAKE ME INSANE
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🎄connor's christmas event🎄
i never get super into Halloween which is probably part of why I ended up scrapping that event. so I've decided to turn it into a Christmas event! starting now to Dec 25th, I'll be taking requests for moodboards, blurbs, and fics !! all of them will be Christmas-themed and you can pick what character. request rules are down below !! posts will begin dec 1st but requests are open now for the event!! i want to have plenty of prep time so have at it!!
KICK OFF; a very godbur christmas
godbur x gn!reader, godbur has a gift to his favorite mortal. perhaps it'll be your favorite christmas yet.
FINAL FIC; the Christmas kitten
cc!wilbur x gn!reader, a stray kitten on christmas eve in brighton? count me in.
event taglist; @lillylvjy @whos-nicooo @haunted-headset (msg or dm me to be added!)
(request list guide below cut!)
want to request? read this first!
★ I will write for any wilbur character which includes;
★ cc!wilbur
★ c!wilbur (lmanbur, pogtopiabur, revivebur, ghostbur)
★ sorry boys bursonas (wilma, zombur, darkwolf)
★ other bursonas; argbur, 100p bur, simpbur
★ my own characters; labrat!wil, godbur, bs!wil
★ keep the requests somehow related to Christmas, but other than that, have at it!
★ specify if you want a moodboard/fic/blurb/hcs in your request
★ in regards to moodboard, be specific in what vibe you want!! so the scenario, character, vibe, style of board or if you want it to be paired with hc's
★ here's an example of a moodboard;
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★connor's corner★
➦about me & my blog
disclaimer post here (keep it in mind before following/interacting)
★ hi I'm connor! i use he/him pronouns.
★ ive been writing for well over 10 years and I'm 18
★ be kind, my page is a safe space for all people. if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it.
★ dms and inbox is open at all times unless stated otherwise!
★ if you don't like what I write, don't read it or just block me, it isn't that hard!
★ my page is currently 14+ but as I age, I may raise that depending on what I post. all smut/nsfw posts are 18+, I can't control if you read it underage but if you do; don't blame me if you're traumatized.
★ side blogs
sfw agere blog; @koithelittle
x-files blog; @muldershadow
godbur source post // godbur masterlist
(more below the cut!)
➦requests
-> open!!
-> I do write nsfw currently, please respect the age rating :)
-> I write primarily write wilbur (cc + bursonas, and any character I create)
-> I may take a while for requests as I'm not always quick with them
-> when requesting please be respectful in what you ask for!! (ie, no romanticization of ed's or mental illness, no kidnapping, shit like that)
-> I'm comfortable writing fem!reader but I lean more towards gn and male!! since those are less common in the fic community :)
➦content (masterlist, events, series pages, wip)
-> masterlist
-> godbur masterlist
-> godbur source post
-> wip list
-> glances of love (a domestic fic series)
-> boarding school au masterlist
-> connor's 350 event list coming soon!
-> connor's christmas event coming soon!
➦mutuals
-> lilly, seph, max, elliot, zeo, mania, ella, emi, key, noah, charlie, seven, kei, nico, lyss, mariii, ivy, artemis, medlar, lilac, jade, abby, ax
➦anons
-> none currently!
➦taglist
-> @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @ughtreyparker @whos-nicooo @zebonos @charlieisverybored @enanon @maxx-is-dumb
18+ taglist; @lillylvjy @enanon @maxx-is-dumb12
(send an ask or DM to be added :)
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