#wilbur & reader

[deadqueerboys]

Uhmmm… Waking Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur and Quackity with a morning blowjob Please?

YAYYYYYY

Tommy, Wilbur (x gn! Reader), Tubbo x Male! Reader. SEPARATE!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy

It was late, Tommy was so tired the last day he didn't want to wake up. He asked for five more minutes, which you have him. You spend so much time on your phone, laying next to him in the bed because he can't sleep without holding you close. It was already time for him to wake up, so you had an idea. It was risky, and he would probably get mad, but it was worth the shot. You got under the blankets, pulling his pants down and softly holding his length. You stroke him slowly, going gently before taking it on your mouth. Suddenly, he woke up. He didn't move or complain. He just opened his eyes and looked at you. He wanted it. His dick was getting hard inside your mouth, which feels funny.

"You.." Tom closes his eyes and punches the pillow. He whimpers a little too loud, crying a little. "Why would you do that?" He rolls his eyes and grabs your hair. He was so sensitive that he couldn't handle an easy morning blowjob. He doesn't even move, he don't want to ruin the moment. Your mouth feels so good around his cock, you take him so well. Tommy takes a moment before smiling and caressing your head. He relaxes and giggles, leaking pre-cum on your mouth.

He sniffs and lays his head back. He was so in love with this situation, your mouth, your eyes.. he could live like this forever. You between his thighs and his hand grabbing your hair. Tommy is so easy for you. He doesn't care if it's non-con. He just wants to release himself on your mouth. He doesn't take long to cum, his shots on your throat as you get up. Tom is looking at you with a dumb smile. He sings for you to come closer, and suddenly, he kisses you.

"You should do this more often." That's the only thing he says before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He signs for you to come along, giving you another kiss before he starts to brush his teeth. He's playful, looking at you with love and interest. Tom loves to do anything with you close to him, even if it's his morning hygiene. He doesn't take his hands out of you, one of them around your hips as he brushes his teeth quickly so he can kiss you again.

Wilbur

He was being such a crybaby in the last days, always complaining about how he doesn't have time to pay attention to you and how he wants to have more dates and do real sex instead of quickies and blowjobs under his desk. Wilbur also talks a lot about his bandmates and his concerts, which is the reason why they are at his place today. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore. You had one hour until he woke up. His clock was set for 7am, and it was currently 06:15. He had a boner and he was spinning in the bed, going to left and to the right nonstop. You were tired of it, so you grabbed his hips and pulled down his sweatpants. He looks so big wearing it. It should be a crime for him to use it.

You took him on your hand, biting your lip as you did. You were getting horny and impatient. He bucks his waist a little, which causes you to grab him a little tighter. Without waiting, you take it on your mouth. The best you can take is the middle of it. Will was slowly waking up, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He moves during his sleep, forcing himself on your mouth. It hits your throat, but instead of taking it off, you keep going. Wilbur opens his eyes lazily, he looks down and see you taking his cock on your mouth. He doesn't react, only closing his eyes again and smiling.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur whispers, he looks at you with passion. He puts his hand on his mouth, avoiding a moan to come out. He doesn't like to be vocal, especially in the morning and in a day where his bandmates were in the room next to them. He nods for you to keep going, his free hand on your hair, carefully pushing your head so you can take more of him. He smiles at you when he feels in control of the situation again. He takes his cock out of your mouth, slapping it on your cheeks.

Will make you come closer to him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. He puts your underwear to the side and goes slowly inside you. He loves this feeling, your tight walls around his cock, making him so sensitive and soft. Wilbur bites your neck, still trying to be quiet. He puts his hand on your mouth at this time. He knows he will have to take care of the noises you make at this time. He looks at the door, searching for any sign of the boys waking up, but they don't.

Quackity

It's been a while since you both didn't have sex. Quackity was always busy with his new projects and his new friends. He's been tired, sleeping late at night and waking up at 3 pm. He never talks to you or gives you a hug like he used to. He only sits on his office and works on his computer. It's stressful. He only gets out of the office to eat, and then he comes back, not even saying hello to you. Today, he's sleeping like a rock. It was at past midnight when he went to bed, and he wouldn't move or talk like he used to. He was sleeping with a lazy shirt on and just his boxers, which is hot and makes you feel a little horny. You sat on the bed and got between his legs, pulling his underwear down and taking him on your hand.

He quickly got hard, and you took him on your mouth. Just the tip, teasing his sensitive area. You lick it, and suddenly he moves, waking up and looking at you with confusion. It takes him a while till he understands what is happening, but then he yawns and sits next to you. He makes you sit on his lap, wrapping his own hand around his cock and stroking it. Quackity kisses you, some morning sloppy kisses before he asks you to go suck his dick again.

"Stupid, you should wait until I wake up. It's not that hard to don't harass me while I sleep." Alex smiles. He was teasing you. He always loved it when you did this to him, even tho he likes sleeping until it's late. He's not really a morning person. "Mi amor, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He moans, his dick feeling comfortable on your tight, warm mouth. He never stops with the nicknames on Spanish. It's his biggest kink. If you talk to him on Spanish, he will certainly fuck you harder and faster.

Tubbo

Dating Tubbo is not really the easiest thing ever. He's clingy, needy, and pathetic. He loves to be dramatic, and he complains a lot when you don't give him attention. He spent the whole week talking about how you don't love him anymore because you haven't touched him in a while. After a lot of his cursing, you finally slept at his place, which was good because he wasn't streaming today. It really pissed you off how he was always working and never giving you some private time with him, but today was the day.

You slept horny because he fell asleep first, which caused you to palm yourself. That wasn't enough. By the morning, you could only wait until he woke up, but it was impossible. He was talking in his sleep like always, complaining even more about something you didn't understand. You had enough after two hours of waiting. You got in front of him and carefully wrapped your hands around his dick, putting it on your mouth without fear. You suck on him, making him move and unconsciously speak again. He let out a small moan, then he woke up. He seems surprised and sleepy, not giving a fuck about what are you doing.

"Are you serious, babe? I was sleeping, what the heck.." Toby whispers, scratching his eyes. He closes it and puts his hand on your head, not forcing your head or anything. He just stays with his hand there with no explanation. After a while, he opens his eyes again, looking at you with curiosity. "Honey? Babe?" He calls you, trying to make you look at him, but you were too focused on his dick. "Hey, if you don't stop, I will c-" He moans and rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheets. He cums on your mouth, forcing his eyes to close. "I fucking hate you." He whimpers, waiting for you to get off of his dick so you could cuddle.

[120-slut]

dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^

dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

[lillyspeakz]

please write me some smut headcanons with wilbur

a little about reader in this, she's more on the short side, so maybe you could write something about that

thank so much🧁⭐️

the first thing my mind went to was SIZE KINK!!!! This was a little self indulgent…. Maybe a lot.

warnings: size kink. Belly bulge ( wils packing), teasing, cocky mf, kissing, HANDS!, again think of c!wilbur! , choking kink

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- when you and Wilbur start dating, it doesn’t cross his mind a lot of how much smaller you are than him. Yes he makes the little “oh look at the baby!” comments but other than that, doesn’t cross his mind. But when he first gets his hands on you, and he’s on top of you, he’s primal!

- if you have a chest, he loves your tits. Loves to just engulf the in his hands and hold them as he fucks into you.

- now- since your smaller, either way, wils gonna be a bit bigger to you. Height and dick size. But, when that man’s fully inside you, and he sees the imprint he immediately makes in your stomach, good luck. He will press his hand down hesitantly on the skin that is bulging out, but once he gets a little sound out of you and feel the stimulation it leaves on his member, he’s pressing down the whole time.

- will degrade and praise you for the size difference:

“So fucking small, want me to ruin you baby? Want me to ruin you like the little slut you are, all needy and drooling for this cock? That’s what I fucking thought.”

“Taking me so well darling… just a little more baby, I know. So big in you, doing so good baby. Let me take care of you baby.”

- the first time wil put his hand around your neck was purely by accident, not meaning to set his hand down on your neck and immediately apologize and asking if he hurt you. Yet all you did was smile at him and brought his hand back as you made his hand squeeze your neck. As he did, he reviled in the small moan that left your mouth as you smiled up at him. Let’s just say, his hand being round your throat was a go to.

- You loved holding his hands. They were so big and veiny and long. You played with his fingers, slowly starting to imagine them in-between your thighs, playing with you as you struggled to stay quiet. Or when he’d place his hand on your thigh and squeeze the body part as a stress ball, making your thighs squeeze together. He slowly started to notice your fascination, smirking as he placed his hands on your body or near you more often to tease you.

- he’s so cocky!!! He knows he’s big, knows the hold he has on you. Knows he can ruin you in 5 seconds with a touch, can make you go dumb on his cock just from one thrust. You have inflated his ego so much, yet neither of you are complaining. It comes in handy when he’s jealous.

- wil loves to bend down and kiss you, placing his hands on your hips while you stand on your tip toes, hands in his hair as his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the skin he could. He would eventually pick you up by your thighs and sit you guys down, again being unaware of how how big his hands were on your waist.

- When your giving him a blowjob, he makes you take small steps, not wanting to hurt your throat. Whenever you gag or make a face, he pulls you off checks in with you to make sure your ok. Again, he’s painfully aware of how big he is, and he doesn’t want to hurt you at all

- wil loves to cuddle you, loves to engulf you in his hold, especially after sex… makes it more special in his opinion.

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Tommy: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Wilbur: *raises hand*

Quackity: *raises hand*

Schlatt: *raises hand*

Niki: *raises hand*

Charlie: *raises hand*

[milorealcat]

wilbur soot as your boyfriend ♡

pairing: wilbur x gn!reader

summary: wilbur loves you a whole lot:)

length: relatively short (362 words)

-> constantly sending you cute photos when you‘re not with him, especially on tour. most random shit ever like it could legit be a cool looking rock

-> hand holding 24/7 😭

-> obsessed with making you homemade stuff for valentines and anniversaries, he saw paper roses made out of book pages on pinterest and went down a rabbit hole from there

-> he‘d heavily lean into the idea of promise rings

-> physical touch & acts of service!!! i will die on this hill

-> would match outfits with you on accident… totally

-> absolutely infatuated with you; literally can’t stop staring at you, even when you call him out on it

-> if you even glance at something in a shop, he‘ll whip out his wallet immediately

-> he‘s a big spoon imo but he doesn’t really care as long as he gets to cuddle with you, he would die a happy man snuggled up next to you

-> internally squeals whenever he sees your username pop up in chat. his voice softens a little and he tries to act cooler (it fails)

-> is still so nervous around your family enough though they all love him to bits and basically consider him your husband already

-> speaking of chat, they get a lovely half an hour long explanation of something funny you did just about every stream

-> always puts his hand on your lower back to lead you through places, regardless of if you’re built like a tank or not

-> play a demo versions of all of his songs to you, your opinion means the world to him

-> LOVESSS getting face kisses, makes him go all red and flustered which is a bonus

-> would be the kinda person to talk during a movie, fucking analysing it as it plays

• "oh my GOD!!!! her GIRLFRIEND just drowned!!!"

• "wil… you know i‘m watching the movie too right?"

-> calls you ”darling“, ”sweetheart“ and ”love“ mostly, with an occasional ”baby“ slipped in there

-> will rant about you for hours unapologetically

-> has a framed picture of you two on his desk, as a form of emotional support

first actual piece of writing posted on here 😭😭😭 praying

[cathers-world]

Quick NSFW Wilbur HC while you wait!!!!

Warnings: NSFW

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 • solid 8 inches and pretty girthy

• bro him face fucking you when he edits<3

• will send you out the house with cum in your pussy

• you know how he wants kids, well breading kink

• he 100% gets jealous easily and if he does, railed doesn’t matter we’re you are

• size kink because of how tall he is like GOD DAMN because your so small and cute and like a tiny fuck toy he can take advantage of<3

• he wouldn’t have paddles or whips no no no he would use his belt to spank you and if you were really being a brat hit your clit with his belt full force. OMG HE WOULD LOVE DOING THAT AND THEN GOING TO WORK WEARING THAT SAME BELT

• back on the size kink like omg just throwing your little useless body around especially if you chubby

•slapping you because your his little fuck toy with no purpose other than pleasing him

• HE WOULD LOVEEEEEEE IF YOUR HIS LITTLE HOUSE WIFE

•he would be misogynistic in bed fight me

• and lastly a little silly one him fucking you and he moves his hair and you see his big ass four head BAHAHSHAHAH

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thank you for the love and the SFW is coming out “soon!”

 

[horny-p0et]

Hi could you write some breeding kink for wilbur ? That ends with sone fluff and a kid and hr would be as a dad of maybe even multiple kids ?

🦭-annon

split the request into two parts, this is the smutty nsfw half and the cute, fluffy sfw part will come soon. entirely smutty stuff so its all under the cut, remember to wear a condom kids lol.

warnings: porn without plot, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), cum eating, established relationship.

wordcount: 1607

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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"f-fuck, shit- you are stupidly good at that..."

wilbur groaned, hands tangled in your hair as you slid your mouth up and down his dick. you let out a hum of approval, glancing up at him to see his facial expressions. his head thrown back, skin flushed pink as biting his lip so hard it could bleed.

the vibration from your throat has him bucking into your mouth, gagging slightly but you keep your pace. when he's making sounds this good, you don't want to slow down. you grip his thighs, digging your nails into the skin subtly guiding him to stay put- not that it's easy for him to.

"shit, baby. love your mouth, so fucking warm.." he praised, sitting up slightly so he could look at you properly. you make eye contact with him, giving him a wink before sliding down to the base. your nose pressed against the hairs at the base of his dick, swallowing around him. he groans loudly, tugging you off his dick hastily.

you pout at him, a line of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his engorged cockhead. "sorry love, don't wanna cum yet." he said with a lopsided grin, pulling you up so your straddling him and pressing his lips against yours. its a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth. you wrap a hand around the back of his head, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. he's rutting up against your bare stomach, smearing the skin with his pre and your spit.

"come on baby, ride me?" he murmured, trailing open mouth kisses down your jawline and neck until he's nipping at your shoulder. you let out a content sigh, reaching past him to open the bedside table drawer. you grab the box of condoms, letting out a groan of frustration when you find the cardboard box empty.

hearing your sound of annoyance he pulled his head back, watching you show him the box with a frown. "sorry baby, i thought you said you bought more?" you sighed, sitting back on his thighs with a defeated expression. he holds your hips, his thumbs drawing idle circles on the plush skin. he's silent for a while, looking down at his erection still twitching with need.

"i mean, would it be the worst thing in the world if we didn't use protecetion?" he asked in a quiet voice, a cheeky smile on his face. your eyes shoot up to meet this, mouth opened in surprise. you and wilbur had talked about it plenty of times before, taking your relationship to the next level- marriage, kids, you already lived together so it wasn't an insane idea.

"are you meaning what i think you're meaning?" you ask with a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand. he gave you a grin. "yeah, i am. i mean, it's not like it'll happen after one go or anything, but.. we can start trying." he clarified, tilting his head into your touch. you bit your lip, knowing it was something you wanted too.

"and you're sure you aren't just saying this because you're super fucking horny?" you tease, using your free hand to gesture to his hard cock. he let out a laugh, brushing some of the sweaty hair from his forehead. "it might be a contributing factor but... the thought of coming inside you, getting you pregnant? sounds like fucking heaven." he said honestly. the desire in his eyes and words sent a rush of arousal between your legs, something primal and animalistic about his hunger for you.

"okay, we can do it." you said after a moment of consideration, his face lighting up into a big grin. he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back, causing you to squeal in surprise. his mouth is on yours again, his dick poking against your inner thigh as he hovers above you. he pressed his face against your throat, mouthing at the sensitive skin. you smirk, sliding your fingers into his hair and pressing him closer. "stop messing around and fuck me already, don't you wanna put a baby in me?"

wilbur let out a grunt in response sitting back and sliding his hands under your knees to open you up wide. "yeah, i really fucking do. wanna fucking fill you with my cum, leave you dripping with it. make you so fucking pregnant, you'll look so hot carrying my kid." he practically growled, his expression hardening to one of pure lust.

he gripped the base of his cock, rubbing up and down your slit. he glance up at you for a final okay, and when you nodded it was everything he needed to see before pressing forward and sliding his thick cock inside you. you both groan, your head rolling back against the pillows while his gaze never leaves where you guys are connected. he pushes forward steadily until his hips are flush with yours, his eyes flickering shut for a moment before snapping back open when you purposefully clench around him.

"sh-shit baby, you are so fucking wet. why haven't we done this before?" he moaned, moving his hands back to the underside of your knees so he can prop you open and beginning to move his hips in a slow, deep rhythm. he's barely pulling out before pressing back deeper each time. "feel so good, like you were made for me."

you give him a lazy smile, looking up at the gorgeous man above you with pure adoration. wilbur seems lost in it, his movements speeding up and bending your knees up to your chest so you're almost folded in half. he keeps shifting the angle of his hips, like he's trying to find some magic angle that'll somehow get you more pregnant. he's panting and moaning, sweat building on his brow as he exerts himself.

you can tell by the expression on his face he's loving every second, something clearly awakened in him at the thought of knocking you up- maybe something he wasn't even fully aware of himself until it was actually happening. he let out a whimper, his hips stuttering slightly. "f-fuck, i'm not gonna last- sorry darling. do you mind? can i.." he looked up at you, practically pleading as he struggling to keep a steady rhythm due to the overwhelming pleasure of your cunt wrapped around him without any barrier between the two of you.

"of course, my love. go on, put a baby in me like you promised." you smirk, noticing the way even your words cause him to whine and speed up. he's slamming into you now, the bed creaking with each movement as he chased his orgasm. you decide to tease him further with your lewd words. "fucking breed me, you want that, huh? knock me up? give me your babies?"

he whimpered pathetically, eyes struggling to stay open as his movements became erratic. "y-yeah honey, wanna get you so fucking pregnant. give you my kid. make you a mummy.. god, shit- fuck i'm-" he doesn't give you much warning before he's using his weight to pin your knees to your chest, gripping your hips and slamming home. he cried out, pressing his face into your neck as he funny comes, spilling deep inside you. you can feel a warmth, a satisfying sensation as he shoots ropes of thick seed inside your welcoming womb.

he's letting out small whimpers and whines, his hips rutting occasionally as he tries to squeeze as much pleasure out of his climax as possible. once its finally over he went limp, his weight pushing the air out of your lungs and hey lay atop you. he pressed his nose into your neck, eyes closed as exhaustion overtook his body. you trail your fingers up and down his back, gently praising him with sweet nothings as he comes back down to reality.

after what felt like a life time he finally sits back up, his skin covered with sweat but undeniably satisfied. with a groan he pulled out of you, wasting no time pressing two fingers back into you to force his cum to stay inside your pussy. "sorry that was so quick, it was just really fucking hot." he murmured, his fingers lazily fingering his seed into your cunt. you shake your head before relaxing back into the bedsheets. "its fine, babe. just means we can do it again another time."

his fingers stop and he looks up at you, a faint smirk curving across his lips. "again, huh? i like that idea." he grinned, finally sliding his fingers out and popping them into his mouth to taste your combined arousal. its an erotic sight you could definitely get used to. you glance down at his cock, still half hard and coated in your juices and his seed. he follows your gaze and begins to pump his dick lazily.

"by again, do you mean in about 10 minutes when i'm ready? cause fuck... i could do that a hundred times and not get sick of that." he said with a small laugh, using his free hand to trail his fingers over your stomach- already imagining how it'll look distended once you start showing signs of pregnancy. you give him a nod, reaching out to grab his bicep as he strokes himself, his cock already twitching with renewed interest. "yeah, maybe you can even get me pregnant tonight if you give me enough loads." you smirked.

wilbur let out a growl of approval, shifting atop your body again and pressing his lips against yours eagerly, ready to fulfil your shared desires again.

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[deadqueerboys]

N/SFW Links!!

Except by the fact that it's just random pørn shit.

Most of them are just random words because I needed something to but the link on.

I will be adding more soon.

They're gay and straight mixed!!

+ fingers.

My shit on twt:

Ghostbur cock (pic)

Wilbur/Argbur?? (pic)

Cnc! Wilbur

Revivebur

Simpbur

Wilbur

Wilbur Soot:

Suit.

Calm.

Slapping..

Crazy stream.

Foot.

Pegging.

Show them.

Public.

Cream play.

Simpbur:

Nipples.

Stalker

Teacherbur:

Skirt.

Revivebur:

Another slapping.

Rough.

Faster.

Ghostbur:

He loves to treat you gently.

[lillyspeakz]

was gonna ask this anonymously but fuck it. brain rot 🤷🏻‍♀️

thoughts on wilbur fucking you in his tour bus bunk late at night? you both cant sleep and theres so little space. hes trying to keep you quiet, hand over your mouth and whispering filthy things in your ear. hes either fucking you with his fingers or... hes fucking you with his cock while the bus is rocking slightly...

all i can think about is him saying something along the lines of "keep quiet darling, wouldn't want to wake anyone with your sweet sounds now would we?"

FUCKK

Omfg- I think I wrote something like this before but fuck this is a beautiful thought-

Also I love his hands too much- but if people like this one I will do the other one too ;)

tw: wils possessive but- fingering, HANDS, praise, degradation, choking, fingers down throat, ummmmm, let’s just say you love his fingers as well :) (I’m exposing myself with this one! ) AFTERCAREEEEEEEE

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“Fuck- you’re so wet baby. Been thinkin’ about me I see.” Wilbur smirked as he eased his fingers inside you, words slurred from the tired creeping over him as he started to kiss and suck at your neck. His thumb reached up to rub at your clit, slow and easy, as is fingers slowly curled up into you, a muffled squelching noise following after each one.

The actions were slow and steady for a while, hands gripping at his hair and the other holding onto his arm, grinding yourself on his hand. You bit your lip as hard as you could, practically drawing blood as you held back moans and whines for centuries.

“So good for me baby, always take me so well. Once we’re off this fucking bus, I’ll fuck you whenever you’d like, ruin you like I always do. Know you fucking love that-“ Wilbur’s words were harsh as he looked up at you, making a show of what he was doing to you and the effect he knew he had. You whimpered slightly as Wilbur came up and placed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss, sucking and pulling at your bottom lip, tongue pushing its way through to tangle with yours.

Soon enough, Wilbur got bored of the slow, sweet pace. He pulled his fingers out and started fucking you fast, thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbing it as he moved. The speed change and the stimulation caught you off guard, making you break the kiss and gasp out- but your moan got cut off by a hand tightly covering your mouth.

“Be quiet darling- don’t want to wake any of the boys with your sweet, beautiful noises yeah? That’s only for me.” Wil hissed out the last part, possessiveness coating his sweet words as he started to fuck his fingers back into you, hitting the places he knew made you see stars.

Your arousal dripped down his fingers and onto his hand as he watched you fall apart. Moans and whines being muffled from his strong hand, eyes burning into yours as he smirked down at you with so much power it was scary. Yet you loved it. You grabbed at his wrist that held the hand on your mouth, pulling it away slightly and maneuvering his fingers down your throat, humming against them as they fit perfectly in it.

“Oh you fucking slut. Like my fingers that much huh? Like when I gag you? Let me push in a little-“ he slide his fingers further down, making you gag around the digits, spit falling out from your mouth as you got used to the further intrusion. “More. Fucking look at you. Only for me to use, to see, to ruin. No one fucking else, and if they ever get the opportunity, they better be damn thankful.” Wilbur growled once more as his fingers picked up pace, reaching his fingers deeper, hitting your cervix over and over again, fucking you dumb on his fingers.

Spit ran down the sides of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head, the movement of his fingers and his words that were so dirty, being whispered like a love letter. You’re grip on his wrist tightened, nails creating crescent moons on his skin as your hips bucked and grinded against his hand.

You’re eyes looked up into his pleasure filled ones, reeling at how dirty this was, fucking you with his calloused fingers and scar ridden hands, his other hand absorbing all your sounds as he whispered little things to you, making sure no one heard any of you.

“Come on baby, cum for me. I know you want to- know you want to be loud for me, want to make a big mess on my hands, let the boys know who fucks you so good every night, fucks your attitude straight when your being a brat. Come on baby, let them know..” Wilbur took his fingers from your throat and wrapped his hand back around your neck, placing pressure on the outsides so you could still breath.

Your mouth fell open at his ongoing words, praising you at how good you were and demanding you to make noises for him, to show him how good you are. You knew he was only saying it for the hell of it, but you needed too.

“Fuck- Wil-“ your sentence was cut short as Wilbur placed his lips on yours, sucking all the noises out of your throat and down his own, the kiss sloppy and rushed. Your moans and whines being muffled by the mans lips and own groans as he felt you clench around his fingers tightly, your arousal and orgasm filling his senses and coating his hand.

The kiss turned soft and sweet as your body went limp in his hold, his fingers slowly leaving you as you whined at the soft drag and sudden emptiness. Wilbur broke the kiss as he cooed at you, placing soft kisses on your cheek and the spots on your neck he once squeezed tightly, soothing them with his soft lips so the redness would hopefully go down. His hand that was once around your neck now rubbed gentle strokes on your cheek as your breath fell back into rhythm and your hand fell into his hair, rubbing his scalp as his head fell into your chest.

“So good. Always good for me baby.” Wilbur whispered out to you, as he looked up at you with a smile. Smiling back, your eyelids half open as sleep washed over you, letting out a yawn as Wilbur giggled at you.

Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he placed his fingers that were once inside you on his tongue, groaning at the taste as you let out a whine, embarrassed by his actions. His laugh brought you back, looking up at him as he let his fingers go with a pop.

“Hmm that was a good preview…. Can I have more?” The man joked as you shoved his shoulders back away from you, a smile on your face as you told him to shut up, another yawn breaking through as Wilbur started to get out of the bunk. “Ok, come on. Bathroom, water, then sleep, promise.” Wilbur held his hand out to you, your smaller one graciously taking it, letting him drag you to the small room that had toilet and a sink.

After what seemed like forever, the silence being comfortable and nice in the moment, the soft rocking of the bus making you dose off on the toilet slightly, you both finally had your way out. Wilbur shut the light out and grabbed your hand, yet as you went to leave, a loud snore broke through the room next to you.

Turning around, you both saw Joe sprawled out on the big mattress on the back of the bus blankets askew and pillows pushed off. Giggling at the scene in front of you, you grabbed Wil’s phone from his pocket, taking a quick picture of the man with Wilbur’s encouragement.

“You bet your ass we’re getting that bed tomorrow..then I can actually show you how much you mean to me-“

“Wilbur-“

“Can you blame me?! I’m a deprived man, baby! I need something-“

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?

Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.

[heartofwritiing]

We could make such a pretty picture

Paring: musicianbur x photographer!reader

Summary: you are lovejoy’s tour photographer and wilbur likes to tease you.

authors note: this is so rushed and unedited mostly just my stream of consciousness that popped into my head while i finish up the zombur fic! its almost done!!

warnings: fluff, short, flirting, a little suggestive maybe, i use a cringey (?) line idk take it as you will lmao, unedited!

“Make sure you get my good side darling.”

Before every show backstage, Wilbur would always tell you to quote: “get my good side” whatever that meant. It was impossible to get his bad side. Every angle Wilbur Soot always looked ethereal, and that had nothing to do with your photography skills.

You would gaze up at him from the pits, readily pointing your camera to capture any shot of him playing his heart out to the screaming fans behind you. Rightfully so, you couldn’t deny how good he looked up on that stage.

Skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, and the light eyeliner slightly smudged in the corners of his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he flipped his hair in a certain way when a beat dropped. It was undeniable now, that he was doing this on purpose. He was goddamn attractive and he knew it.

After the show you would always sit in one of the green room chairs, keeping to yourself and letting the excitement of the after-show buzz from the band fill the room. You were scrolling through the photos, admiring your work on a picture of Ash with the lightning just right when you felt a presence creep up behind you.

“That ones quiet good,” Wilbur’s voice made you jump out of your skin, and he laughed at your startled state.

“Thanks,” you replied, returning to scrolling through your pictures but Wilbur stayed right by your shoulder. Sounds of his bandmates laughter filled the space, he couldn’t care to jump into their conversation. Too entranced by your photography. Wilbur had never truly seen your work before. Of course there was pictures the band used for the instagram account, but those were taken by their previous photographer.

You were new, and Wilbur had briefly seen your work before. Only two shows into the tour, you didn’t have the time to sit with the lead singer and exhibit your entire portfolio to hkm. But seeing how you captured his presence on stage so well, with the white strobe light hitting him at just the right angle, caused his interest to be peaked even further. It made him want to get to know you better.

“you know, we make such a pretty picture,” you can hear the deviousness in his voice and the underlying meaning behind his own lyrics he was using towards you. It warms your cheeks and you avoid his eyes that are burning into the side of your face.

You cleared your throat and repositioned yourself in your seat. “whatever you say, its all you up there on that stage,”

The next night, standing once more in the pits, camera ready as the first chords of 'Portrait of a Blank Slate' blasted through the venue speakers, and screams exploded around you. As the color lights switch from dark blue to deep red, Wilbur saunters to the microphone and begins singing the first lyrics.

You lift your camera up to your face and look through the viewfinder to be met with an up-close Wilbur, who is pressing his lips right into the microphone. A smirk pulled the corner of his mouth when he peeked open his eye to catch you pointing your camera at him. Cheeky bastard.

As he sang the next few lyrics, his hands lift up to the top part of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. Running his index finger from from his collar down to his chest, he sang; ‘shes an artist, paints across my chest,’ while sending you a quick wink.

Your mouth parted in utter shock and felt your heart beating in your ears. How does this man do this to you? You hadn’t even known him that long, but he was making you feel dizzy with the slightest little actions. You quickly shook away any thoughts popping into your mind and took a couple more photos of him. The last one was of him leaning back while strumming the next chords, then you moved on to capture more of the other band members. You just had to force yourself away from him before you got carried away.

That same night later on the tour bus, you were going through your photos again. One in particular caught your eye, it was of Wilbur with the red lights behind him casting him in a dark glow, and his guitar lifted into the air while he threw his head back. Infamous rockstar pose, you decide to call it. You chose a couple more to post to your professional instagram account, tagging the band members each in their respective photos.

About an hour later a notification came up on your phone that a mutual had commented on your photo. You checked it and immediately felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the words on your screen.

@/WilburSoot: Told you we make such a pretty picture ;)

taglist: @trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @scenefaez @highstonedcat

if you want to be added or removed from the taglist let me know!

[poraphia]

"Twitter Headcanons Status: Dating!"

pairing • wilbur x reader twitter posts • 8.31.23 containing • cute little moments between reader and wilbur on twitter! just for funsies really hehe my masterlist • ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“we're a little quirked up on the bird app.”

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a / n ~ ykw i shouldve used will's priv account for this. might do more just different stages of relationship like friendzoned or ldr <333 reblogs and likes superrr appreciated!!

[cathers-world]

Kinktober

NSFW

Things Wilbur would say in bed

Not proof read!

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•“Your cunts so tiny it cant even take all of me”

•“Whore fucking your self on my cock”

•“So,so, so tight”

• “you just love my cock in you don’t you”

• “shhh you don’t want them to hear how much of a slut you are for me do you?”

• “ such a pain slut”

• “doll I’m glad you love my cock but I can’t fit anymore in”

• “shut the fuck up I know you can take it”

• “fucking whore you like getting other men’s attention?!”

• “so wet I’ve barely touched you”

• “aw so needy, grinding on my fingers”

• “if you don’t stop I’m going to have to punish you doll”

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Part 2? 😋

@bqcornnuts-1

[wrenthewriterishere]

Hormones

Teenage Wilbur x Teenage Reader. No use of condom (wrap it up guys), no specific p in v or anal, made specifically short for these reasons. Mentions of underage smoking and consumption of Porn.

Wilbur whined quietly, refusing to let whoever was in the house still here what was going on, he sighed, panting quietly as you laid below him, biting your lip as fingers dug into the blanket and towel below you two.

“W-wil, your mom—”

“I know,” he breathed, shaky hands resting on your hips. This was awkward, but so utterly enjoyable, then again wasn’t teenagers having sex always awkward?

He’s invited you over to make a Minecraft video, afterwards you’d smoked and now here you two were, laying down on the mattress in his room while he tried to remember and figure out what to do from the porn he’s watched.

“You okay?” He mumbled, feeling pressure building up, you two couldn’t find a condom but honestly neither of you cared or thought about it, why would you be?

You nodded, exhaling shakily, lips trembling as you forced noises back into your throat while he moved in and out of you. Overwhelmed, horny, terrified of his friends or parents seeing what was happening? You’d never live that down.

Wilbur inhaled, and his grip got tighter. “I-I’m close, can I—” You nodded, frantic and ready. Wilbur didn’t need much longer, both of you making some sort of noise as he came, panting and shaking, he kissed your chest, swallowing nervously.

“So…Minecraft?”

[dewdr0pz]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[willsdreamgirl]

amazon standing lamp ⋆｡˚ — wilbur soot x reader

wilbur soot x fem!reader

will has everything he could ever want, then why does he still feel so empty?

18+ | minors please dni! angst and smut

cw: mentions of sex, different sex positions, descriptions of sex, angst, mentions of anxiety, wilbur is NOT okay and neither is the author

word count: 600+

a/n: finally had the motivation to write after a HOT MINUTE. was inspired by wilbur’s new album, mammalian sighing reflex. angst, just BIG ANGST.

“midday missionary, midnight loathing, midnight cowgirl, morning smoking”

your fingers clutch the cream coloured sheets under you, and you spread your legs wide, as wilbur thrusts into you. the sound of skin slapping fills your shared bedroom, your moans fill his ears. “mm, will, just like that…” you look up at him, and he looks at you like he sees right through you. you search his face, his brows furrowing in deep thought rather than pleasure. you manage to string together a sentence between his methodical, almost calculated movements. “hey will… you okay?” he snaps back to reality, looks down at your body and up at you, with a small smile on his face. yet, his eyes look like bottomless voids. you don’t say anything, and neither does he. he keeps going until you orgasm, and pulls out. you sit up, not caring about the post-sex exhaustion starting to set in your bones. “will… you didn’t finish? you okay?” he looks down at the floor. in that moment, he looks so damn vulnerable, so small, all bare. he sighs and looks at you from across the from as he’s putting his boxers back on. “yeah, yeah. i’m good. just not feeling it right now…” something just wasn’t right. you bit your lip, and smiled shyly, walking across the room. you knelt down in front of him, hands running across the waistband of his boxers. “i can help with that…” he looks and you with tired eyes and pushes your hand away gently. “look y/n, not right now, okay?” he walks away, leaving you on the floor, slight carpet burn making the skin on your knees sting.

you decide to leave him alone for a while, watching his disappear behind the door of his home office. you only see him around 9:00 pm, when he comes out to grab a plate of dinner you’d called him to eat an hour ago. you get up from your chair at the table. “i can warm that up for you, love!” you offer. he looks down at his plate, before sighing. “it’s fine.” you watch him walk away from you, yet again.

you go out for a walk to clear your head. he doesn’t ask where you’re going. you return at midnight, the apartment so quiet as if it were devoid of all life. you make your way to your bedroom. wilbur’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, fiddling with a half burnt joint between his fingers. he sighs as he senses your presence. he puts out the joint on the wood of the nightstand, and motions for you to sit on his lap. you straddle his lap, your cold thighs resting against his warm ones. he pulls you in by your jaw, and kisses you like a man starved, teeth before tongue. he tastes like weed, and if you didn’t love the idea of it, you’d almost be disgusted.

time passes and somehow, you two end up tangled in each other’s arms. you smile into his neck. he looks at you blankly, before turning his head to the side, looking at the amazon standing lamp sitting on the nightstand, as you ride him. you moan wantonly, throwing your head back, elated at finally having gotten your boy back. meanwhile, a tear falls out of the corner of wilbur’s eye. but he plays along, he could never hurt the best thing to ever happen to him. he’s memorized every detail on the amazon standing lamp, the only constant in his life.

he has everything he could ever ask for, then why does he feel so empty?