#wilbur soot reader smut

[cloverhasnobrain]

I'm not sure what you're request rules are since I can't find the page [if you have one] but if it doesn't go outside your boundaries, could I request headcanons of revivebur, c!dream, and/or c!punz (separately) with a brat reader?

preferably a male reader, but if not, gn is alright :]

Ok Im finna go feral on this omg

So this is probably not going to be sfw so please beware lol

Warnings: smoking, sex obviously, degrading, slapping

Dream, Revivebur and Punz x brat! Male! Reader headcannons

C!dream:

Tries not to act like it, but secretly loves it so much

Will love to punish you, discipline you a bit, and will spend hours doing so if needed

At first he will be surprisingly soft about it, but if you keep pushing he WILL get pretty sadistic 😏

Is obsessed over that moment where you finally cave, your pretty little face contorting in the need for him, all for him, just for him.

"I didn't want to go this far, baby boy, but you leave me no other choice other than railing you until all you can think of is how I am the dominant one here"

Overstimulating you sometimes, but loves to edge you more

You don't get release until he says so, and damn, if you disobey, it will be so much worse

After he is done with you, he will do after care, but still whispering to you about how you need to learn your place and to behave next time with the promise of a reward

Revivebur

Oh boy, you don't know what you're getting into

Has a much shorter temper, and it will be shown when you start to act up

But that is a good thing, because this man LOVES hate sex

Will pound into you, calling you a stupid fucking slut

Such a pretty toy, why must you be so defiant?

You don't have to worry about his sanity when being a brat, just be careful to not be too dominant or you'll put him in subspace

Please praise him as you feel yourself surrendering, he will go crazy

"You could have gotten everything. Rewards, kisses, even to fuck into me. But of course you had to be such a little brat, huh? I'll give you some discipline."

Sometimes he will leave you with no aftercare for a while, smoke a cig watching you just completely fucked up, painted white and flustered

But don't worry, after a while he will clean you, maybe even pamper you a bit 👀

C! Punz

At first, he will play into your attitude, only to slap your butt and tell you to behave

Will warn you at first, but you never listen, do you?

Will praise and degrade you, and LOVE to edge you

Teasing you a lot, but then overstimulating you till you're dehydrated lol

Will be so kind as to give you some time to recover though

I feel like between the three, he would have the mildest temper

Pampering you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear after punishing the shit out of you

"Oh, you look so handsome all fucked up like this. Hopefully next time you will know how to behave, right?"

All of them love leaving you all marked up in places impossible to hide, the bastards

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So that was all. I don't know Punz very well, so I hope I captured his personality well-

Thank you for the request, and feel free to leave more if you want!

[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 ]

[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

[deadqueerboys]

Teacher! Wilbur who..

My beloved history!teacher Wilbur!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Teacher!Wilbur, who spanks your ass so he can see you squirming and shaking on your seat uncomfortably.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see people calling you a "teacher's pet" because he knows it's true.

Teacher!Wilbur, who let you sit on his lap while he gives notes to every single exam on his desk.

Teacher!Wilbur, who introduced you as a class leader to the other teachers so they wouldn't find weird how much time you spend together.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your thigh and slaps it so the next day you don't use such "tight" or "whore" clothes at school.

Teacher!Wilbur, who lifts your skirt while you make a presentation in the middle of the class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gives you a vibrator to use it on his classes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who steals your "virgin panties" so he can have fun alone later.

Teacher!Wilbur, who bites your thighs and shoulders, only in places no one is supposed to see.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your hair and force you down on his cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who allows you to sleep on his class while the others complain.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to grab you by the wrists and pin you down.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see you begging and crying for his big cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who slaps you with a ruler pretending to be an old times teacher.

Teacher!Wilbur, who asks you for roleplay or calling him daddy.

Teacher!Wilbur, who wants to be your father figure, your lover, and your favorite teacher all at once.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gets jealous and spread rumors about you to your classmates.

Teacher!Wilbur, who calls you "useless" for not doing his test but giving you a good grade anyway.

Teacher!Wilbur, who subborns you so you have to be with him.

Teacher!Wilbur, who has a breeding kink.

Teacher!Wilbur, who creampies you and says that he pulled out.

Teacher!Wilbur, who plays with his cum on your lips.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to finish inside you above a desk of his class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who buys your lunch in reward for a blowjob.

Teacher!Wilbur, who flirts with another teacher while looking at you dead in the eyes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who cums inside your underwear and makes you keep it until the end of the day.

[wilbursprincess]

Hello! Could you Write some smut headcanons of will? Hope you have a Great day!💗

Superstarbur Smut Headcannons

Bursona x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure filth. Not sorry.

HELLO LOVELY ANON! Did a little happy dance in the kitchen while making myself soup to see this! Not sure how many people on here know that Will himself isn’t big on people writing NSFW/smut about his irl stuff, but he doesn’t mind it about his Bursonas. As much as I’d love to fulfill your request as asked, the closest I could get was writing smut headcannons about my personal favorite Bursona (which I made up, ofc) Superstarbur! Basically the character he plays when he’s acting like a rockstar during gigs and posing for edits (think the ENTIRE choreography for POABS). Sorry that this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I promise it’s just as filthy <3

Smut headcannons below cut!

~Superstarbur gives off big dick energy for a reason. He’s packing. Almost painfully so, but would tease you when you whined. (‘You can take it for me, yea?’)

~100% the kind of guy to buy you pretty lingerie for the sheer purpose of taking it off later.

~Have you seen this man play the guitar? Very good with his fingers.

~Also hands. Choke me.

~Riding him after a gig when he’s absolutely exhausted but still so desperate for you <3

~Dabbing concealer on all the hickies you left on his neck before he goes onstage.

~You cannot tell me there’s a submissive bone in Superstarbur’s body. Even if you’re on top, he’s always in control.

~Would absolutely go feral when you begged him for anything. Even if it was something innocent, like begging him to get you something at the store, you’d be saying something similar when he got you home and into bed.

~Obsessed with you. Like, obsessed. Obsessed to the point where it’s almost too much, but you absolutely adore it.

~Equally loves to praise and degrade you. Often at the same time.

~His favorite innocent pet names for you are ‘love’, ‘darling’, ‘princess’, and ‘angel’.

~Loves to call you variations of ‘good girl’. Think ‘my good girl’, ‘that’s my good girl’, and the like.

~Even when he’s degrading you, Superstarbur can never resist calling you his. Think ‘my pretty little slut’ and so forth.

~Wouldn’t be able to control himself if you sat on his lap in a skirt. “Easy access” as he calls it.

~Superstarbur loves making out backstage just before he goes out to perform. Says it gives him energy and pushes him to push through when he’s exhausted.

~But loves taking you back to the tiny bunk on the tour bus even more ;)

[justpuppylove]

Wilbur looks like he eats pussy like a god

[This is so fucking real]

His fingers curling inside of you as his tongue swirls around your clit. His other hand squeezing into your thigh as you pull on his hair, making him moan and push his fingers deeper inside of you. He’d make you cum on his tongue over and over again no matter how much you beg him to stop. He’d keep going until you lose your voice and his face is soaked with your cum. He’d degrade you so damn much afterwards. “You’re such a slut for me, cumming all over your gods face? Tell me how much you loved it you whore.” He just loves tasting your sweet juices.

[nikaizkool]

As much as I’d like to believe Wilbur is a non kinky person (idk why) I saw this edit and it was like “you like that” “Hmmm” like those edits and oml so here is some ppl choking you 😉😉😉

•Wilbur

He’d wrap his hands around your throat lightly but firmly, like blocking your airways a bit. He’d probs be topping while doing this so I’d imagine him taking a hand off your throat to move hair out of his eyes so he can see the look on your face or to move your hair off your neck/chest so he can leave hickeys he doesn’t make them to noticeable just to spare the teasing of his friends. Speaking of teasing I’d feel like he’d tease you in the beginning by edging you

•quackity

He’d wrap one hand around your neck lightly while fucking you, hed sloppily kiss you and like leave very VERY noticeable hickeys on your neck, like wil he’d also tease you but instead of edging before actually putting it in he’d pull out mid “coitus” and make you beg.

•schlatt

Fucking daddy dom dude he’d be spitting in your mouth and using both hands each to choke you with while fucking pounding you. He’d definitely degrade you and maybe? Maybe knife play if he knows your ok with it.

[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?

[wil-dearest]

Anonymous asked: HeyI wwas wondering if you could do a Wolf! Wilbur x fem!reader? Like Wilbur gets into heat and begs reader to let him fuck them, humping at their leg until reader let's them and then Wilbur fucks Reader endless and then eventually knots them?

yeah why not. here.

trigger warning: dubcon because its a heat and not previously discussed. oblivious reader is left in the dark about wilbur's wolfishness and heats and shit. so. yeah. 18+

(Room)Mates

It's always a simple thing, come home, greet your roommate with lots of hugs and promises of conversations and things would go as smooth as butter. You didn't mind the arrangement, especially with the way he explained it. (Growing up, he had probably the most loving, physically affectionate family in the area. And you didn't mind a pretty boy asking for physical contact all the time. You're probably touch-starved but we won't delve too deep into it.) So this particular night, you had been out a little later, distracted by the dogs outside of your work, they wouldn't move even if you had extra treats in your bag. Not even for your cold lunch.

You admire the dedication but it still set your schedule back by an hour, not to mention, this would be the first time in a week you'd see Wilbur. He had called it a family emergency but his car hasn't let and you could hear noises in his room. Banging on the walls and heavy stuff dropping onto the floor. You'd be concerned if it continued when you were home. It was only ever when you were close to sleeping.

So, as the touch-starved human you are, you were excited to see your roommate, excited to see his fluffy brown hair fall into his eyes and excited to him laugh at your day. He was going to love this cheesy joke you overheard, you bite down on your smile, fishing for your keys in your bag.

Sliding the key into the door and jiggling it within the metal, you push your weight into it with your shoulder. It opens with a creak of resistance, swinging only a little bit as you stumble.

His car had been in the same spot as it had been but you could see that bedroom door was open. "Ah, sorry I'm late Wilbur, you should've seen it, the strays at work are getting bad again. And they're stubborn, wouldn't even move for the wrap I had. And you know where I get my wraps, from that little place next door so you know they were feeling spiteful from last spring." You speak in rambles, setting down your things by the coffee table and cracking your spine as you relax. You talk into the air, as if you weren't about to talk to him for the first time in a week. You hear padded footsteps and you can feel the heat radiating off of him as he gets closer and closer to you in the kitchen. You paid him no mind, already aware of how clingy he can get but when you reach into the cabinet above your head, you feel his body slide against yours, his crotch grounding against your ass as you lean onto your heels. It's an entire body reaction— from the curse words that fall from your mouth, you pushing him away and him whining.

"Fucking hell, what the fuck is going on, Wilbur?" The words fall from your mouth faster than you can think and he's just too much— too warm, too close, and too sweaty, what the fuck— the lower part of your back meets the counter and he slots his leg in between yours, rocking his hips and- fuck, he's so hard, he's fucking hard and he's fucking humping your leg. Clearing your head of the panic, you can hear him babbling, see the drool falling from the corners of his lips. "Need- need you so bad, heart, need t'be inside you, s'hot right now, you're so hot." And of course, he kept repeating about how he needed to knot you, how he just needed to breed you and make you so full of his pups. "Smell- you smell so good-" he moans into the air as he digs his nose into your hair.

How is this shit— whatever the fuck is going on with Wilbur, how is it so hot?

"Wilbur, look at me." You say, pinching his cheeks together where his lips purse and the drool spills onto your wrist, you can't even hold back the grimace, "what's going on with you?"

"S'sooooo warm, need- hah, need to fuck you full with my pups, please I'll be so good for you," his hips start rocking against your leg again and you can only shudder as his words slip under your skin and warm your insides. "Please let me fuck you, please please, just the tip, just the tip and I'll leave you alone, please baby, please, I need you- need you so bad, fuck you're so so-fffttttttt, fuck, please-" you slap a hand onto his mouth, your face burning except it doesn't do much, his moan vibrates through your hand and he starts to lick the salt off of your palm and in between the crevices in your fingers.

"God, Wilbur, you're a fucking- mess." You say as you push his head away and it just rolls on his neck, tears bubbling in his eyes as his mouth is still dropped open. He sinks to his knees, still grinding his crotch against your leg and it's so different to the Wilbur you know. (Well, he's still clingy and touchy as ever but he's so fucking horny right now, like- shit.) You wonder if somebody did something, like poison him with a sex thing or if he's sick or if he just... really missed you. Yeah, hard pass on the last bit.

His head leans against your thigh, inhaling so deeply and you realize a little too late that his nose is close to where your own pelvis is, close to your crotch. And before you can stop him, he starts licking at your cunt through your pants. Your mouth drops open into a gasp, sparks of pleasure running through your spine as you accidentally widen your stance, his hands coming to grip your sides, your thighs and squeezing, feeling your skin as he pushes your top up. His touch burns hot.

His tongue is all you can focus on for the next minute as he continues to lick, your hands burying themselves in his hair. And when you clench a chunk of hair in your fists, your hips twitching as they rock against his mouth, you can only let out a sharp whine yourself, his own moans vibrating against the fabric. The pants get so wet, you're almost concerned if he hadn't already started pulling them down. Your thighs are hit with the apartment's air conditioner breeze and you push his face back, even as he whimpers, pressing his cheek to your naked leg. ("Soft.. so fucking soft." You can barely hear him mutter.)

"Wilbur," you say, and he looks up at you with those big eyes, his mouth dropped open with his tongue dragging itself up your thigh, coating your skin with a wet warmth. "Wilbur, promise me this won't change anything." His fingers tighten themselves over your skin and he nods fast, words dripping from his lips with promises to be good, good for you and to you.

"Love you so much, god, you're so perfect, you're so warm. So, so warm." He repeats himself, hips rocking again.

You swallow the dread and you tell yourself, things will be okay. Things will go back to normal. Things will be simple again. Wilbur will go back to being your overly affectionate roommate and none of this will mean anything.

Which means you definitely can't fuck him in your bed.

"C'mon then. Your room." He stands up so quick, pulling on your hands and guiding you to the room at the end of the apartment. Even when you start tripping from the pants still around your knees, though he just pulls them down so you can step out of them... where he picks you up with strength you don't know where the fuck it came from just how he presses you against the wall next to the door and moans into your mouth, kissing you and licking your teeth and pressing himself closer and closer.

It's a blur of wet and burning and hot and fuck- but you know the second he's inside you, you feel the stars in your blood, you feel something that's much bigger than you or him, bigger than this apartment or the complex. Maybe that's just how sex is. (How sex is when your bed-mate is someone completely, insanely hot and probably has the sex version of rabies.) He covers your skin in marks, biting them and pistoning his cock inside of your cunt, listening to your needs. Moving as fast as you needed him and and as slow as you needed.

Time continued, and you had to estimate it'd been an hour or so after you let him first test the waters; let him stroke the tip of his cock between your lips and watching as he cried into your hands, kissing his tears away, you did. Because he's a big sap and you're nothing but a good for nothing roommate (-that's in love with him.)

He's not any softer than before, he's still so- so hard. Despite coming twice on your stomach twice (and cleaning his mess every time) he's still so fucking hard it makes it hard to think with how far his cock sinks inside of you.

You know at some point, after it hits the second hour and he's still brutally pounding your cunt to shreds, you feel something twitch the base of his dick. You can hardly speak though, with how you screamed his name into his pillow... soaking the pillowcase with your own spit and gripping it hard as he fucks you again and again. You notice the twitch and it's only when he picks the pace up again, moaning into your shoulder and biting so hard you think the skin breaks, you can feel a stretch happening, something big itching to bury itself into your cunt. You gasp, the sound a scratchy thing as it pops inside, tears falling fast down your cheeks as he is locked inside of you, with his chest against your back and he's mumbling sweet things, promises to fill you up and promises to make you feel good again, promises and more promises.

You can hardly focus as it quickly became too much, your sobbing buries itself into his hand as you lean into his touch, trying to count down from any number but nothing is fucking working.

"Wilbur- what- what the fuck is happening, Wilbur?"

Something between a sob and a moan escapes his own mouth as he leans closer to your ear, "I just- fuck. I just knotted you. It'll- it'll go down in a second. Try not to ah, ah- move." His hand pins your hip down, despite being the only one trying to move. "So, so beautiful." He murmurs and you just let it soak, let the attention and the harsh fucking sink into your skin. There is so much to process. So much to sift through.

That's a tomorrow's problem... and you should probably call in tomorrow.

[schlattsdoll]

Hiiii! Can you write something about Wilbur having breeding kink and overstumilating his s/o while filling them over and over again all while praising them?

minors dni

i've been on a huge wilbur kick lately so gladly!

now, you knew how dominant wil could be, but you never knew just to what extent he could go. you never expected the brit to have a breeding kink, but when the talk of having kids came up it clicked something in his brain, leading to tonight's bedroom activities.

he'd already made you cum several times with just his mouth and fingers. "such a good girl for me darling, just give me one more, one more and then i'll fill you up." his calloused fingers rubbing your already sensitive nub, until you came a fourth time, chanting his name like it's a prayer.

he was finally ready to fuck you, practically about to burst himself. he groaned out when he felt your overly sensitive cunt clench around him. "s'good for me darling... can't wait to fill this pretty pussy up over and over again, gonna make you a mom."

[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.

[cloverhasnobrain]

Should I make more Wilbur posts? Tbh I will write almost anything, especially for Wilbur, Dream amd Quackity, please send requests sexies💕

[haunted-headset]

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

[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!”

 

[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.

[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”