#wilbursoot x y/n

[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

Teenbur

Teenbur

Teenbur

Revivebur

Simpbur

Wilbur

Wilbur Soot:

Suit.

Calm.

Slapping..

Crazy stream.

Foot.

Pegging.

Show them.

Public.

Cream play.

Simpbur:

Nipples.

Stalker

Teenbur:

Hand.

Teacherbur:

Skirt.

Revivebur:

Another slapping.

Rough.

Faster.

Ghostbur:

He loves to treat you gently.

[haunted-headset]

🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[justpuppylove]

HIII WELCOME BACKK!! WE MISSED YOU!! NOW IM GONNA NEED MORE OF THAT STEP BRO WILBUR MHM MHM 🤭

Sh~ Stepbrother Wilbur soot smut

Stepbro!WilburSoot x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], degrading, begging, marking

A/N: HIIIII AND OFC :3

If you were completely honest, you didn’t like Wilbur. Your mom started dating your stepdad and after about a year he moved in, he brought Wilbur with him. Wilbur was honestly kind of a prick, he always made such snarky comments and was always teasing you. You always had to put up with him, especially on holidays and for special events. It just so happens that your mom and stepdad wanted to go on a date, and Wilbur decided to come bother you.

“What’s up dickheadddd” Wilbur says as he busts into your room. You let out a gasp and jump a bit, not expecting him to just barge in. You roll your eyes, “What is it Wilbur, don’t you have anything better to do?” Wilbur looks at you with a stupid smirk on his face. “What? Can’t I hang out with my favorite sibling?” He asks as he walks over to your bed where you’re sitting. He towers over you as he looks down. You feel a bit flustered as you look away; avoiding eye contact. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “You’re not blushing, are you?” He asks as he studies your face, that dumb smirk still plastered across his face. “What? No.. of course not, dumbass.” You respond as you shove your face away from his hand. “Awe you are, admit it” he says, placing his leg on the bed as he partially climbs on top of you. You feel your face heat up as he positions himself over you. You keep quiet as Wilbur grabs your face once more. “Admit it.” He says as he slightly squeezes your face. “Fine. Yes, I am.” You say as you look up at him reluctantly.

He moves himself over top of you as he moves his hand from your face to your neck. He kisses you and you feel yourself melt into his touch, you’re a bit surprised but you let it happen. His hand moves down your body and you spread your legs open, inviting him in. He smirks against your lips as he sees how needy you are. “You’re such a slut” his words ring through your ears as his hand meets with your core. You still had your shorts on but you were soaking wet. Wilbur was obviously quite surprised by this, he teases you by trailing his fingers over your shorts; making you whine. “You’ve needed me so bad hm?” He asks teasingly, all you can do is nod. “You don’t even care that I’m your stepbrother?” He asks as he slides your shorts off and takes off his shirt. You trace his muscles with your eyes, not paying attention to his questions as he unbuttons his pants. His bulge is very apparent against his boxers as he kisses your neck. He fingers once again meeting your core. He slowly pushes his fingers in, which causes you to let out a moan. You grab the back of Wilbur’s head, your fingers combing through his hair, as he leaves a hickey on your neck.

He lines himself up with your entrance, tapping his hard dick onto your pussy. He slides himself up and down your wetness as you get needier. “Please just fuck me” you say as Wilbur looks down at you. “How bad do you want it?” Wilbur says, wanting you to beg. You almost let out a scoff before realizing that would just postpone your pleasure even more, “Please~ I need you so bad. I need you to fuck me Will” you say pleadingly. Wilbur seems pleased with your response because he slowly slides into you. You let out a whine as you try to adjust to his length. “Sh~ I know baby” he says as he gives you a second to get used to him. He starts slowly moving inside of you, letting out a few groans as you clench around him. After hearing your moans he speeds up and begins slamming into you roughly. “Fuck~ Wilbur~” you moan out between whines. “Yeah? You like that?” He says as he slams into you, making the bed hit the wall. He lifts your legs up over his shoulders and grabs your hips, his nails pressing into your thighs. “Such a dirty slut~” he says, you clench around him as you hear his words. As he feels this he moves one of his hands to your clit, skillful circling it. “Please~ can I please cum~” you beg Wilbur as he continues slamming into you. “Cum for me, only I can make you feel this good.” Wilbur says, possessiveness swimming in his tone. Once you get permission you feel yourself release on Wilbur’s dick, your clit throbbing as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. “Ah~ Wilbur~” you moan out, gripping onto his wrists. His grip on you tightens more as he slams into you even harder. With a few more thrusts his seed spills out onto you.

You both pant a bit as you come down from your highs. Wilbur cleans you both up and helps you put your clothes back on. You both settle into your bed together and turn on your tv. You both watch some movies together before Wilbur gets a message from his dad. “They’re coming home..” he says, “you should do something about that.” he finishes as his eyes dart to the huge hickey on your neck. Your face heats up as you scatter to the bathroom.

[pheliiaa]

it must be love. ᥫ᭡

ᥫ᭡ - niki sets you and wilbur on a classic dinner date.

note - inspired by 'must be love' - laufey!!! frwiends to lovers ahhahs! dividers by @cafekitsune !!

warnings - use of a nickname (beautiful), a kiss at the end!!

| use of you/yours, y/n used as well ! |

time moved so, so much slower than usual when you were with wilbur. it was weird, you thought.

you couldn't be in love with him, were you?

"come on," niki sighed. "it's so obvious by the way you look at him, y/n. the look you make while staring at him is like he's a treasure chest you've been going through so many adventures for."

you scoffed, not believing niki yet. "niki, I don't like him. he's just a really close friend of mine."

the girl in front of you smirked while putting on her makeup, "sure, we'll see."

you raised your eyebrow at that but shrugged it off.

niki suggested you needed someone to be there with you. you declined but she insisted on getting you a date, so you gave in and agreed only for her to stop asking.

you arrived at the restaurant, feeling anxious as you paid your uber.

as you cluelessly walked in, your eyes widened slightly as you saw wilbur sitting at a table, clearly waiting for someone. but you didn't know, that someone would be you.

you saw him glance up at you, eyes lighting up as he put his phone in his pocket and waved for you to come over.

"niki said you'd be my date." wilbur said with a soft smile, and you swore you could see a faint blush on his pale skin.

"she- she didn't tell me you were my date, she just told me to find out for myself." you felt your cheeks heat up lightly as he snickered softly.

"it's okay, you're here. there's no going back now, beautiful." he murmurs the nickname, eyeing your features like he doesn't see a single flaw in you.

"I-huhm, what?" you blurted out, flustered at the nickname he'd called you.

"nothing." he replies quickly, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. the way it immediately felt uncomfortably awkward was embarrassing both you and wilbur.

he cleared his throat, a timid expression on his face. "so, uhm. what do you want to order?"

"the.. roast pork and potatoes..?" you asked awkwardly, looking at the menu for an excuse not to make eye contact with the brown-haired, attractive (you'd admit,) man across from you.

he nods, letting out a small hum as he calls the waiter.

"could she get a roast pork with potatoes? I'll get the same." he spoke softly, watching as the waiter wrote it down and busily walked to other waiting customers.

as you both waited, the silence was louder than the busy restaurant with flowing customers and fast-paced waiters skillfully writing down the orders of the people arriving.

"so.." wilbur awkwardly started, trying to start a conversation so you both wouldn't be as awkward anymore.

you stayed silent, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you couldn't think of any topic you could talk about.

".. do you know why niki set us both up on this date?" he asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

"um, she told I needed someone so she insisted she'd get me a date. didn't know it'd be you though." you answered shyly, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"really? does she think you're in lo-" wilbur responded before getting cut off by a waiter serving us our food and immediately getting back to work.

"thank you-" you both said at the same time before laughing softly, easing the tension between the two of you.

"so.." you both started again, giggling quietly.

"this is so weird." you chuckled.

"well, great minds think alike, don't they?" he replied, eyeing both your foods that were starting to get cold.

you hummed in response, leaning your cheek in the palm of your hand as your elbow stayed on the table, looking at the food you both hadn't eaten as well.

"I think we should eat." he muttered, looking at you before grabbing the utensils given by the waiter and slowly eating the food.

you followed his actions, taking bite after bite.

you both ate in silence, well, not really. many people were chattering in other tables, some couples, family, friends.

both of you finished eating, and wilbur spoke once again, "would you like me to walk you back home, or..?"

"no, it's okay I'll just get an ub-" he interrupted you, "it's okay, I don't mind walking you back home."

you hesitated before sighing. "fine,"

you saw his cheeks faintly flush, eyes lighting up as he stood up from the wooden, polished chairs. he took out his wallet, and before you could protest, he immediately placed the paper bill down.

you sighed, extremely grateful at this kind gesture of wilbur's. you watched him place his wallet in his pocket, looking back down at the floor.

though, your cheeks heated up again as he took your hand, leading you out from the chattering customers and busy workers, to the calm streets and cold breeze of the night.

this time though, the silence wasn't so uncomfortable. it was nice, listening to each other's breathing and the vehicles passing by.

as you both reached your house, he let go of your hand.

you slowly waved, walking to your house before feeling wilbur's hand pull yours again.

"wait." he spoke quietly.

you looked back at him with confused eyes before they widened as you felt his lips on yours.

he brought a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing the soft skin with his rough, calloused fingers.

he softly pulled back, looking down with a blush on his face that was illuminated by the streetlight near you both.

"I love you." he whispered.

[trevvylovesspence]

Interruptions

Content: Wilbur has a tendency to be interrupted by you.

Wilbur had a tendency to forget to lock his door whenever he streamed 'You Laugh You Lose' videos, meaning his door was often opened and then shut when you realized he was busy. But today was not that kind of day.

Today you had gotten off of work extra tired and instead of staying in the living room once you heard his giggles, you joined him in the room. Not noticing his confused expression as you lay your head on his, cuddling into him. "I missed you today..." You mumbled, nuzzling your face further into his hair.

"Darling, I'm live." He said quietly, moving the camera to keep your face out of frame. "You didn't wanna be on camera, remember honey?" But you just cuddled into him. "I don't mind, I don't care today." And so he moved your head, leaning up to give you a kiss.

"Okay chat, today we have a very special guest because they're tired and clinging to me." Wilbur said with a laugh as he sat you on his lap, giving you a headphone and moving the camera back to your faces. "Introduce yourself, sweetheart." You smiled tiredly and introduced yourself to the camera, leaning on his shoulder.

"Alright they've got three lives now, you have to hit every funny bone they have and make them laugh." Wilbur told the chat as he gave you an earbud. It only took about 6 videos for you to fall asleep on his shoulder.

[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader (cc if u want)

SUMMARY — wilbur loves any form of physical touch, including leg touches, ankle touches, etc.

NOTES — fluff !!! ,, fem reader in mind, however it is never specified, lowercase intended

EXTRA — very very short drabble, but hope u still enjoy 🌷, also ignore that i've already used that photo in the collage before 🫶🏻🫶🏻

requested by @ax-y10 🌷

you and wilbur were sat next to eachother on the settee, him on his phone, you focused on the tv. you felt his knee sway back and forth, touching yours, then disconnecting, then touching yours again, as if in a continuous loop even wilbur wasn't aware of. at first it was annoying, but you'd learnt to live with it over the past few months, as this happens quite often.

for example, you and wilbur had gone to get some coffee, at a new place in town. you were sat across from eachother, and you felt his foot lightly tap your ankle with the front of his shoe from under the table, tapping to the beat of the song that was currently playing. he carried on conversation as normal, and it didn't exactly hurt, so you never really mentioned it.

these small little subconscious actions soon turned into conscious ones, as whenever he realised his foot was tapping against yours, he did it slightly harder, so you'd laugh and hit his arm lightly, or nudge him teasingly, to which he'd just giggle and kiss your head.

by now it was just something he did for fun. you were laying in bed, watching a program in the tv, with wilbur laying next to you. he had wanted attention, but due to your focus on the tv, he obviously wasn't getting any. so, per usual, his solution was the annoy you into giving him all the attention he wanted. that started with light kicks to the shin, ones that never really hurt, but were instead just a little irritating.

"you're so annoying," you teased, opening your arms so he could happily lay on your chest and get all his wanted attention. he just smiled, kissing your cheek, then making himself comfortable, tapping his foot softly against your ankle, until he fell asleep.

[roxiezsxx]

Angel! Wilbur AU

Headcannons

!! Mentions of stalking !!

-Angelbur, who when first meets you is enthralled by your demeanor.

-Angelbur, who becomes infatuated with keeping you safe and out of harms way, always blaming it on "being the right thing to do,"

-Angelbur, who can't handle it when your touch lingers.

-Angelbur, who worships the ground you walk on despite it being a sin to believe in false dietes, in his eyes- you're a Goddess/God.

-Angelbur who whimpers as he ruts helplessly into his pillow, needing you badly. "F-fuck pleasepleaseplease- I'll be such a good boy.."

-Angelbur, who stalks you believing it to be harmless and he's only checking up on you good friends do that, right?

-Angelbur who touches himself to a picture he has of the both of you.

-Angelbur who finally gets you on a date, seeing you in an outfit that was slightly revealing makes him froth at the mouth with lust.

-Angelbur who gently leads you to the bed- his wings covering your eyes for the surprise

-Angelbur who reveals the bedroom to be set up with candles and rose petals.

-Angelbur who gently massages your shoulder and sucks at your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear

-Angelbur who feels guilty while you guys have sex before marriage, however when you begin to take lead he's all for it

-Angelbur who is vocal and can't stop moaning loud.

-Angelbur who grabs needily at your hair, your chest/tits as his eyes rollback

-Angelbur who slams into you as he buries his seed inside of you,

-Angelbur who's guilty for bruising your thighs from his grip on them,

-Angelbur who pulls out slowly and showers your face with kisses whispering about how good you were an how good you made him feel

-Angelbur who grabs you a towel and cleans you up before running the both of you a bath

-Angelbur who washes and massages your back for you, not wanting to let go of you now that he finally had you

-Angelbur who dries your body off and gives you and old large t-shirt.

-Angelbur who lays you down in his bed

-Angelbur who cooks the both of you your favourite meal and turns the TV on

-Angelbur who stares at you lovingly while you ate.

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A/N

I apologize If it's shit!! I was in a rush and had to write on my phone also so sorry how short it is!! I couldn't think of much things 。ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ。

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[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

Wilbur and reader constantly denying being together even though they are. It becomes almost a bit for them during streams?

-🧶

MY FAVORITE ANON 😍😍😍 I LOVE THE IDEAS YOU GIVE ME SM! PLEASE KEEP REQUESTING!!!

alright so i came up with the idea for the title after that one tiktok audio that’s like ‘are you falling in love? i got a feeling you are.” that sorta thingy yk?

ARE YOU FALLING IN LOVE?:

2 weeks ago:

“welcome back chat to my stream and today we have the wonderful Wilbur Soot here, live, with us!” y/n says, giving jazz hands towards wilbur.

He blushes and smiles. “‘Tis I, the wonderful Mr. Soot. Today, we will be doing a laugh you lose!”

“I won’t lose because my humor isn’t shit, unlike someone’s handsome ass.” I grin, winking.

Chat started going feral.

randomusername: omg!!! are they flurting?!?!

simpforwilbur: SIMPBUR!!

y/nfan: look at the way they look at each other! it’s adorable! ❤️

Will and y/n look at chat, giggling and blushing. “Guys, we’re not together!”

today:

“hello fellow people, welcome back to another stream, i know, i know, two streams in a row? surprising! today we have a special guest! it’sssss y/n!” wilbur grinned, his cheeks dusting pink.

he read chat. “guyssss nooo! i’m not in love with y/n! we’re just friends!”

y/n giggled. “yet you moaned my name loudly last night. wow, you wound me, truly, did last night mean nothing to you?” they started to fake cry.

chat ate that shit uppppp

SAPNAPLIVE: Y/N!

poggername: omg 😳

Tommyinnit: i need bleach for my ears

wilbur groaned and shook his head. “chat! chat! that’s all fake! that’s all fake! i don’t like y/n like that! seriously!”

y/n laughed and nodded. “yeah, we’re not together, duh.”

after a few hours of streaming, wilbur came over to y/n’s place and tickled them. “you just had to throw that comment out there, didn’t you love?”

y/n gave them a smile and kissed their lips. “just for you, my dearest.”

[deadqueerboys]

Yandere! Simpbur who..

Warning: Problematic headcanons, nsfw, non-con, cnc.

Check this!! / Open requests, especially for mcyt.

(x male! reader)

Y!Simpbur, who loves to make you drink enough to don't remember that he tried to have sex with you, again.

Y!Simpbur, who places some cameras at your place so he can watch his favorite show, like if he lived in The Truman Show.

Y!Simpbur, who weirdly started to work at the same place as you, even not having the requirements for this position.

Y!Simpbur, who loves to see your unconscious body while he explores it with his sick hands like an animal.

Y!Simpbur, who practices self-harm while seeing pictures of you and touching himself like if you were punishing him.

Y!Simpbur, who loves when you get mad at him, acting like a puppy and following you for everywhere.

Y!Simpbur, who ruined all of your possible dates and maybe killed some random people who got too close of you.

Y!Simpbur, who protects you even that you don't know.

Y!Simpbur, who makes sure that he will be the only creepy watching you.

Y!Simpbur, who loves stole things from you, especially underwear.

Y!Simpbur, who fucks with your pillow and your clothes when you're not home.

Y!Simpbur, who has a lot of pictures of you naked, some that he took when you were sleeping.

Y!Simpbur, who already tried to put your dick on his mouth just to see if it would fit.

Y!Simpbur, who gives you random marks while you sleep and intentionally put Sex With a Ghost on your spotify.

Y!Simpbur, who makes sure that you had a great day, and if you didn't, he will make sure that you'll have a good sleep and good dreams.

Y!Simpbur, who sometimes makes your work for you and act like if it was nothing.

Y!Simpbur, who says bad things about you to your co-workers so he can be the only one who pays attention on you.

Y!Simpbur, who smells your hair and fuck himself against you when you're asleep.

Y!Simpbur, who hides your food so he can try to take you out for lunch.

Y!Simpbur, who brings your favorite food or juice so you guys can share it.

Y!Simpbur, who has a big cock but act like if it was nothing.

Y!Simpbur, who drugs you when he feels ready to have you inside of him.

Y!Simpbur, who puts pills on your tea so you can have a "good" night of sleep while he cuddle with his hand under your shit.

Y!Simpbur, who have toys with the same size as your cock.

Y!Simpbur, who wears your social shirt and takes pics of him without nothing else on his body.

Y!Simpbur, who uses your mouth to pleasure him in any way possible.

[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

[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!!

[justpuppylove]

JEALOUSY PART 2

Dom!quackity x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: choking, degrading, spit, daddy kink, breeding

PART 1 -

After you go home for the night you come back to the casino to quackity ignoring you. Not that you gave a fuck after the stunt he pulled the other day. Even though he was trying to make it look likes he was ignoring you it was very obvious he was glancing over at you every change he got. He could feel his blood boiling every-time you got flirty with a customer. Eventually, you went outside for your break and you saw someone following you out of the corner of your eye.

“Y/N.” Quackity says as he grabs your wrist and turns you around to face him. You look in his eyes and he looks pissed. His grip on your wrist is very tight and it slightly stings. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says as he squeezes your arm tighter. “What?” You say very confused. What is he talking about? What did you do? “You know what I’m talking about. First you fucked Wilbur even though you know how much I hate him, and now you’re flirting with clients directly afterwards? How jealous are you trying to make me.” Quackity responds, pulling you closer to him so his face is only inches away from yours. Now you knew what he meant. “Quackity I can do whatever I want. You don’t own me and you can’t control who I fuck.” You say knowing it’ll make him even more pissed. Quackity grabs your throat and your hands immediately grab his wrist as a reflex. “I’ll show you who you fucking belong to.”

He pushes you onto your knees and shoves his thumb into your mouth making you slide out your tongue for him. He spits onto your face and slaps you. A grin grows on his face as you go to unbutton his pants. “Awe. You really are a whore for me, hm?” He says making you look at him, all you can do is nod. He lets you unbutton his pants and you pull out his dick. Precum is already leaking out of his tip and you can’t help but smile up at him as you kiss his tip. He takes his dick into his hand and slaps his tip onto your face. He pushes his dick into your mouth with a groan. He grabs your hair and immediately begins face fucking you. “Such a nasty slut.” He says while pushing his dick deep into your throat, making you gag. He groans as he pulls out with a ‘pop’.

He sits you down on top of a table and pulls your clothes off. He latches his mouth onto your neck and pushes two fingers inside of you. “Ah~ daddy” you moan out while grabbing onto the back of his head. “Say that again.” He demands while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “I need you to fuck me daddy.” You say, looking up to him with teary eyes. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your mouth. You suck on his fingers while he pressed his tip into your entrance, making you moan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and onto your clit as he bottoms out inside of you. He begins slamming into you while squeezing your throat. “You feel so fucking good baby” he whispers into your ear, sending a shiver through your body. You squeeze around him in response, making him groan. He removes the hand from your clit and grabs your thighs instead, giving him a better grip to fuck into you. He digs his nails into your hips as he slams into you. You can feel your orgasm unraveling as you wrap your arms around him. “So close~ can I cum for you daddy?” You ask. “Cum on my dick like the slut you are.” He says slamming into you even harder. This makes you cum all over him but he doesn’t stop. He continues fucking into you as tears form in your eyes “s-stop” you say as you feel yourself being overstimulated. “Take me like the good slut you are” he says groaning. You both feel the same knot in your stomachs as you edge close to another orgasm. “I’m going to fill you up so good darling, everyone will know you belong to me.” He says right before he cums inside of you. His hot seed spills out inside of you as you cum on his dick.

You both lean on each other as you come down from your orgasms and he cleans you up. You both go back to the casino together and you can tell this will be a regular occurrence from now on.

[pheliiaa]

take a rest, lovely. ➶

28/12/23 ✦

note - thank you @zooone for the idea (this was inspired by everytime we say goodbye by laufey, she gave me the idea!) the first draft I made of this was accidentally deleted ☹️☹️☹️☹️ so I made this one (I liked the other one better tbh) 🙁

pronouns - she/her

warnings - nicknames like lovely, love, darling and sweet. burning out, kissing??

"bye lovely, don't worry about me okay? focus on your studies." wilbur spoke softly, reassuring the worried girl he had in his embrace.

"I'll miss you, wil. so, so much." she replied in a whisper, voice slightly shaking as she tightened her grip around his waist, giving him a soft goodbye kiss.

"I'll miss you too, darling." he flashed her an empathetic, sweet smile.

she watched as her love walked away, waving with a sad smile on her face as he waved back before he got in the car. her heart slightly broke at the sight of him leaving.

as a month had passed after wilbur went to tour, her life went downhill.

she sighed as she saw her desk, a mess scattered in front of her. misplaced ballpoint pens, paper clips scattered over the mark that a cup of coffee had imprinted, sticky notes on the wall for reminders that were never remembered, she was a mess.

ever since wilbur had left for tour, she couldn't focus, she missed him. she missed his cheeky smirk, she missed how he would softly kiss her head because of their height difference, she missed how he'd melt when she would run her fingers through his hair.

even though they would video call every night, it didn't feel right. she needed to see him. in real life. arms wrapped around each other as they pressed kisses on each other's faces, relaxing and melting in each other's touch.

being without him wasn't easy when he was the person always taking care of her. when she was sick he would make soup for her, give her medicine, and even stay with her, cuddled up in the bed with no concern of getting sick. as long as it was her, he'd to anything to see her smile.

he was her partner, lover, caretaker, baby sitter, doctor, therapist at her lowest.

but now, she's laid down on her side of the bed. his side cold, never warm like how it used to be.

blankets couldn't keep her warm from the cold room, only his warmth did the best.

wilbur had already offered to bring her with him at his band's tour, but she declined as she was too caught up in her studies for her finals.

and now here she was, not studying, not doing anything. just staring at the ceiling, longing for her sweet partner's kisses, affection, love.

"lovely, how are you doing?" wilbur chirped, a smile shown on his face through the video call.

"I miss you, wil." she replied, a pout on her face.

"I miss you too, love. I'll be back soon." he blows a kiss to her through the screen lovingly.

"could you stay on the call, please?" she mutters, laying down.

she thinks, knowing it would be hard for her to sleep without her caring partner.

"of course, lovely." wilbur replied, smiling softly.

"I wish you were here." she whispered loud enough that the phone could pick up her words for wilbur to hear. "your side of the bed is cold, I wish it were warm like it always was when you were here."

"I wish I was with you too, sweet." he frowns as he notices her tired expression (after his phone stopped lagging).

"take a rest, lovely."

"sing me to sleep?" she asks quietly.

"my pleasure." he chuckles.

dividers by @khaer !

[trevvylovesspence]

We don't talk enough about Wilbur Soot and his bugs and I need to talk about his cute obsession with bugs‼️

Warnings: a kiss on the cheek, a use of darling (this can be seen as platonic or romantic but you adore this weird bug boy)

Bug Boy

Wilbur was always a happy boy, always excited about something but this was the most excited you had seen him. Giggling and bouncing in his seat as he waited for another friend at the meeting to finish their words before he began.

"Y/n you have to come see my bugs!" He yelled excitedly. "Bugs?", you asked, clearly confused. Wilbur nodded, excited still. "Yes! I found this guy, and- and he has this ecosystem. And I made my own and it's amazing, it's a bunch of crabs, I mean it's the coolest saltwater ecosystem I've ever seen!"

You smiled softly, clearly his excitement was getting to you, "Oh and," he continued, still bouncing in his seat. "My freshwater ecosystem is still in its best condition! And I have a cocoon, I think it's gonna be a butterfly, hopefully not an ugly ass moth." You giggled at the irritation in his tone at the thought of a moth.

"You know, that sounds pretty cool." He smiled widely at your response. He quickly grabbed your hand as your friends whined, trying to get you both to stay. "Sorry guys, I gotta go look at bug boy's ecosystems." Wilbur happily kissed your cheek. "Thank you darling, you'll love it." He spoke in a tone that was jokingly flirtatious, just to annoy your group further as he dragged you away to his apartment.

He led you inside, happily showing you the jars of bugs. "Look at my gorgeous ecosystems!" And then you know there was no one else you could adore more than your favorite bug boy.