#william gold x reader

[lillyspeakz]

wilbur being a munch.

warnings: the title says it all…

“Wil- fuck- no more please!” You whined out in a high pitched voice as you tried to shove his head away from your core, only to be met with a nip to your clit and a slap to your thigh.

“You wanted this baby, now take it all. I’m not stopping til I’ve gotten my fill- and if you really wanted me to stop, you know the safeword…” Wilbur muffled as his voice trailed off at the end, tongue once more lapping at your hole, drinking up all of your juices and moaning at your taste.

You gasped out as he pushed your thighs against his head, placing his head deeper into your cunt, loving the sweet feeling of suffocating from your body. Loved the feeling of your thighs shaking against him as you fucked your tight hole with his wet muscle, curling and slurping any bit of wetness of yours he could get.

You took him away from what he was doing, so he’ll make sure you get what you wanted and more.

Your protest for him to stop, to just give you a minute, slipped from your grasp as mewls and gasps left your mouth. Your body went slack on the bed, body giving in to the intense pleasure this man’s mouth was giving you. Hands gripping his curls, keeping him in place as your body twitched at every little lick and suck he gave your core.

Your mouth was wide open, broken moans and silent screams left your mouth as your back arched off the bed from his advances. His nails made crescents into your thighs, keeping them in place the best he could as he slowly lost himself in your sweetness. In your noises. In everything about you.

“Fuck you taste so good my love-“ Wilbur groaned out, his mind starting to get foggy with you, just wanting to take more and more and more until he physically couldn’t anymore.

He wanted you brain dead by the time he was done, but he didn’t think about what would happen to him once he was here. It’s been a while since he’s been able to pleasure you like this, have been so busy for anything but a quickie in the studio or even a small fuck when he got home. And you both hated it but it’s how it was.

But since he was home all day, and you were bored out of your mind from his workaholic tendencies, it seemed fit.

And Wilbur couldn’t complain about being dragged out anymore.

“Wil- please, wanna cum…” your words slurred as your voice came out small, your mind mush as his advances never stopped, only getting faster, more desperate.

His tongue fucked into you, curling against that sweet spot of yours, making you see stars as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. His mouth moved back up to your clit, nipping and sucking all he could, his groans sending vibration through your body as your back arched once more.

Wilbur lapped at your clit once more, pushing you over that delicious edge once more as your hips pushed up against his mouth, thighs shaking as you came all over his face.

Wil groaned and moaned as your taste filled his senses, licking up all of your juices and cum that leaked out of you. He kept your thighs in place as one of his hands left to hold your hips in place, his advances slowing but never stopping.

His tongue licked lazily over your clit, yet those didn’t last, quickly turning into broad strokes from your still leaking hole to the nerve of bundles that was sore and red.

Wilbur needed more, he was a drunk man off of your pussy, and you got him addicted. As your head rolled to the side, hooded eyes meeting his, wide and pleading, you already knew you weren’t leaving this position for a while.

“So good for me baby… think you can be good again? Just one more, for me baby? Please?”

[lillylvjy]

Need 2

a/n; um not much notes to say other than this was half written yesterday and the other half rn! And I’m- you can interpret this to be like at anytime, but I did it in favor of the new album so! (P.s the title is- my favorite song rn)

warnings; crying, comforting. It’s a short one boys but it’s… something. Wil is having a rough time.

edited ; no

“Hey, shh shh, you’re fine. You’re ok.”

You knew what happened, he called you on the phone while on tour a couple days ago, crying and heaving, barely getting a word out. You didn’t need an explanation to what had happened, you could already guess.

Since he was across the globe, you could only give him soft words and reassurance. But you knew he needed more than that. So after that call, you told him once he was back home, first thing, go to your apartment.

And so he did. He is right now, slowly collapsing in your arms as you pulled him through the door and guiding him to the couch. He was already in shambles before he got here, but upon seeing you and your worried glance at him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He couldn’t be the strong person he was in front of you. And you didn’t want him to be.

“Shh, you’re ok. I’m here. Breathe with me yeah? In and out, Wil.” You said in a hushed voice as you placed your head on his, making exaggerated sounds and movements as you breathed in and out, telling him to breathe with you the best he can. His grip on your waist not letting up as his breathing slowed to a decent rate. “Good, keep breathing. You don’t have to talk or do anything. Just breathe.” You soothed to him as you continued to run your hands through his hair and down his back, calming him even more.

“I can’t-“ Wil started to talk but quickly cut himself off with a sob as he buried himself back into your shoulder. You cooed and shushed him as he pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t have to talk, or explain, or do anything. I’m here. Just take time. I have all the time in the world for you Wil.” You said as you started to tear up at his pain. “It’ll get better. I know it will. No matter what you think or what you know, life has a way of doing incredible things for incredible people. It gets better, and yes you may have some rough patches but it’s ok. You learn from them and strive. It gets better. Just be patient.” You whispered to him as he nodded slowly as you stopped your rant.

“Keep talking please, it’s calming.” Wil said harshly as he wrapped himself around you and closed his eyes.

“Of course. Well, I will say while you were gone your brother has been a pain in my ass-“

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[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.

[ambitiouspotions]

GOING STEADY | WILLIAM “BILL” ARTHUR WEASLEY | HEADCANONS

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taking you out of your comfort zone to experience new adventures and places never traveled

letting you braid his hair and then him doing the same to your hair

sending you small trinkets by mail while he is away, trying to keep your relationship strong when he is working

finding underground rock and alternative bands and bringing you to the concerts

calming you down when you overreact because he believes anything wrong in the world is only a minor setback; think extreme levels of inner peace

telling you stories of his travels as you fall asleep, gently rubbing your shoulder to soothe you because all of his adventures include near death experiences

the first kiss the moment he returns from home after months is trying to make up for all the moments he missed with you; it is full of passion and genuine love

a new piece of jewelry is placed on your hand or neck after he returns; somehow each piece is more intricate than the last

not being scared of anything other than never returning home to see you

finding ways to cope with his werewolfism, though not everything works so he stays a safe distance away when experimenting

rolling his eyes when you use his full name to get his attention

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[e1izaaxkles]

Thinking about rideing wilbur

Omg anon I love you

After the gig

Wilbur Soot x Afab!reader :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!!

Wilbur walks off stage after bowing, he walks straight over to you and hugs you, your head in his chest. “Will, you stink!” You giggle as you try and get out of his grasp but it’s no use. “Sorry, love. You’ve chosen this life.” “I didn’t choose anything!” You yell, continuing to squirm in his arms. “Well, you did say yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend 4 years ago.” He replies in a calm voice, receiving a sigh of defeat from you as you quit squirming and accept it.

(I’m just gonna time skip cuz I’m lazy, so time skip to where you’re at home.)

Will comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his bulge evident. “Love, I need you so bad but I’m so tired.” He says in a gruff voice. “Hmm.. lay down.” You say with a smirk as you set your phone down on your nightstand. He lays down and takes off the towel, throwing it on the floor. He’s now fully naked in front of you so you take off your his shirt revealing your bare breasts to him. You pull your underwear off and throw both items over to the end of the bed as you get on top of Will, his hands going to your hips as he helps lower you onto his cock. He lets out a groan as you let out a whimper once he’s all the way in. You sit there, waiting till you’re fully adjusted. You and Wilbur just stare at each other, you look at every last detail on his face while he looks at yours. You look at the small beauty mark under his right eye, the way his hair looks wet, and how he’s growing a little bit of stubble. Once you fully adjust you start bouncing on his cock, at first slow and gentle bounces before you start speeding up your bounces, both you and Will's moans getting louder. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum, darling!-“ He moans loudly. “Shit- I am too-“ You whimper back. You both cum together and after you just lay there on top of him, heavily breathing. You get off him and lay back down on your side once you’ve both come down from your highs. You both get up and get dressed before laying back down, cuddling together, and falling asleep while looking at each other.

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[ax-y10]

Hangover

In which- the first drunken night spent with your boyfriend

A/n: this was meant to be a small imagine, but j got carried away

Chapter info: mentions of being drunk, vomiting, hangover, cuddling, WILBURS HANDS, sharing a bed

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

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The first night you get drunk around Wilbur, he felt bad leaving you to sleep on the cold couch and him having his warm bed. The only way he thought that he could keep you warm was having you in his bed, on the other side, with one blanket more for warmth.

Somewhere in the night, Wilbur had woken up, his hands cold and needing to use the bathroom. Getting back into bed, his hand brushed against your face and he felt the cold of your cheeks. Opting to keep you warm instead of making sure his hands wouldn't fall off in the morning, he rested his hands on your cheeks. He felt as though having his hands on your waist or hips would be too intruding, considering you both hadn't shared a bed with each other yet in your relationship.

He felt you shift in the bed, somewhere around 8am, but you never got up. Despite the fact that you had a headache bouncing around your head, the warmth on your face felt nice. It didn't set in until an hour or so later that your boyfriend was in the same bed as you, with his hands on your face keeping you warm and the awful feeling of your hangover.

You ran to the bathroom, ignoring the massive change in the bed and hurled into the toilet. It wasn't long until you felt the same hands on your neck, rubbing small circles to relieve some of the pain ,and pulling your hair into a ponytail.

"It's alright, love. You'll be fine." He whispered, continuing his small ministrations on your neck and shoulders.

You'd gone back to bed shortly after, Wilbur still laying on the side opposite to you, but the presence of his hands are once again placed on your cheeks.

"Wilbur?" You said, barely louder than a murmur, but he heard it.

"Yes, sweet?" He responded, a small smirk adorning his face.

"You don't have to keep your hands on my face, y'know? You know my boundaries, don't you?"

You felt a small nod inbetween your shoulder blades, Wilbur having obviously moved closer to you in the silences.

He slipped his hands down onto your shoulders, not wanting to push anything too far, but wanting to keep himself grounded.

You had to move his hands to your waist for him, as he was too scared to move incase you got uncomfortable or didn't want him to do anything and break your trust, and not get to have the intimacy of a moment like this for a long time.

[wrenthewriterishere]

Wilbur says ___

“C’mon sweetheart, you can do it.” Wilbur mumbled, gently guiding your hands around the clay on the wheel to form what you wanted.

“You’re doing so well.” Wilbur smiles, watching you play a cord without messing up.

“I’m proud of you!” Wilbur laughed, giddy as you present him with an accomplishment you achieved.

“My best love.” He promised, pressing kisses down your throat while his free hand is wrapped in your hair, pulling back just enough.

“Tired love? It’s okay, C’mere.” Wilbur muttered, gently helping you take off your coat as he greeted you at the door.

”Want me to say it, tell you how lovely you are my melody?” Wilbur whispered, hands holding your twitchy hips with a soft smirk and gentle gaze.

“Beautiful.” Wilbur promises when you take your shirt off for the first time in front of him.

“My partner.” He introduces, holding you tight as chat passes by on his monitor.

“Darling.” Wilbur breaths against your neck as you tremble on his lap.

“My love.” He giggled when you tickle him awake.

“Angel.” Wilbur whines when your beautiful lips are wrapped around his swollen cock with your knees pressed into the floor beside the bed.

“My favorite.” Wilbur mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you step out of the shower.

[deathspartner]

here’s me getting into shit extremely late yet again aka bingeing wilburs content when he hasn’t streamed in months anyways my love language is making playlists. give this one a listen pretty please

[lillyspeakz]

flashing wilbur while he’s on call.

-

you didn’t know why you decided this was a good idea, but you’ve seen it all over your for you page and wanted a good laugh, especially if it would catch him off guard.

Wilbur had been talking to Tommy in the bedroom, still haven’t found an office since you’ve moved. and you’d been sitting on the bed, listening in and out to his conversations as he held his mic to his face, SIMS glowing across his face as he played with Tom. They were going back and forth on how to do things and Tommy wouldn’t stop pressing Wilbur about the sex mod, making the man groan and shushing the boy as he did, making you giggle.

After the fifth video in a row of girls flashing their partners, you decided it was worth the try. You quickly got up, placing your phone down against a cup he had on the desk after finding the right sound, and started the countdown.

Wilbur looked up at you with furrowed eyes, shifting in his seat as he watched the numbers go down each second. He deafened on the call quickly, telling Tom he’d be right back as he asked what was happening. You gripped the edge of your (his) sweater, not having a bra on already because who wants to wear a bra in their own house?!

As the sound played, Wilbur eyes shifting between the blue light and your smirk, you lifted the sweater up enough for your chest to be exposed towards him, a laugh escaping your mouth at his expression. His mouth was slightly agape as his eyes widened slightly, pupils dilating as he continued to stare at your body. He lifted a hand up to his mouth, running up up and down his face, scratching his stubble as he nodded at you.

“Yeah?” You nodded back at him as your smile widened at his self control.

“Yeah. Here, give me one- Tommy I have to go, I’ll call you later- no I’m not- fuck off!” Wilbur groaned as he ended the call, turning his pc off and placing everything back to its respectful places.

You let go of the sweater, grabbing your phone and slowly backing away from the man as he got up from his seat and rushed over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up in his hold and spinning you around, making you scream in laughter.

Placing you down onto the bed, Wilbur placed a soft kiss on your lips, hands rubbing up and down your sides, slipping underneath the sweater.

“You’re going to be the death of me..” He said, forehead falling onto yours as he held you close to him, silently thankful you got him away from the blonde and the computer screen.

“You love me.” You smiled up at him as he lifted his head, lips brushing against your own.

“Always. Now- if I recall to a few seconds ago, your body looks a bit, plain. How about I change that?”

“Yes please-“

[lillylvjy]

On again (off again)

a/n- hello! Been awhile huh?! Um- so a little disclaimer, this isn’t edited. So it’s pretty shit but it’s been sitting in my folder for a bit so. Also the ending is terrible so. Please go easy on me, I’m slowly getting out of my rut. Oh also it’s sirenbur!

Warnings- fluff, angst, blood, crying, kissing, wil is a lovesick fool, reader is stubborn so is Tom, also reader is way to calm with the events that occur but reader is kinda- I wrote them kinda in a self indulgent way so. Please tell me if I missed anything!

Enjoy!!

“Tommy, help.” Wilbur came rushing into the coffee shop, panting as he threw his bag on a random table and ran to the front counter where Tom was.

“What now, Wil? Need me to fix your gaping wound in a dark alleyway again?” Tommy sarcastically asked as he draped the dirty rag across his shoulder. He had bags under his eyes like always, not having been able to catch a moment of sleep with the shop and the group of middle aged villains who needed his help. Yet, his tired eyes turned into ones of fondness when he saw Wilbur’s blush and starstruck eyes. The way he was biting his lip to keep back the huge smile that would take over his face if he didn’t. “What happened?”

“So you know Y/n, right?”

“Yes I know Y/n, Wil. What’s going on?!” Tom asked once again, quickly getting impatient at the older boy in front of him.

“Ok so, earlier this morning they asked if I wanted to come to the park with them and try to help them get out of their drawing slump, obviously I said yes. And, without thinking, I asked them if they wanted to go on a date with me. Like, a date date. And they said yes, and we’re going tonight, but I have no clue what to do, I don’t even know what to wear! I’m like freaking out here and my hearts racing and I have no clue if it’s from the way they smiled once I asked or from running here but I-“

“Wil! Wilbur! Calm down, dude. Go sit down, I’ll bring you something to drink and we’ll talk. Ok?” Tom quickly said to Wil before he started having a panic attack from his thoughts. The man quickly nodded and walked over to the table with his bag on it.

Tom shook his head as a grin took over his face at the sight of his best friend. He always put up this strong outer core, not wanting an ounce of weakness to be seen. You never knew who was watching you at what point, he said. But, who knew that this one person could just, break him down, and create all that hard, tough shell into absolute goo. It amused Tom.

Tom quickly got a small cup and poured black coffee into it, knowing how Wilbur didn’t like it sweet. Walking over to the table, he gently set the cup on the table as Wilbur looked up at Tom and smiled as a thanks.

“So, you asked them out, they said yes and you’re going tonight. Where are you going?” Tom asked as he sat back against the chair.

“Um, we’re meeting at the park again and going to that family owned record shop outside of town. Said they’ve never been so, why not. And then we plan on getting something to eat. Probably chicken sandwiches from Fundy because it’s right next to it. And plus who doesn’t want a chicken sandwich made by Fundy?!” Wilbur asked as he took a sip of the bitter liquid.

“Vegans.” Tom said.

Wilbur looked up at the blonde, straight faced as he ran through ways to slap that grin off of his face. “Tom. You’re not helping! And plus they like his sandwiches. So I’m good on that part.” Wil nodded to himself as he went through the plan.

“Ok I’m sorry. Are you really worried on what to wear?” Tom asked with furrowed brows as he looked at the brunette. The sound of the bell going off when the door opened caught Toms attention. “In all honesty, just wear that. You look good, I promise. Now stop worrying about it, and start getting excited because the person you’ve been obsessed with for who knows how long said yes to a date. Hi! What can I get you guys?” Tom finished as he quickly grabbed the couple that was waiting at the counter.

Wil groaned as he downed the rest of the black coffee. Placing it on the counter for Tommy to clean and leaving with a quick “I’ll tell you how it goes” To Tom before he left.

Later that night before the shop closed, Wilbur rushed in with you clinging to his hand, placed a fiver down on the counter as Tom looked at him with wild eyes, and quickly saying a ‘Thank you!’ To the teen as he rushed out of the shop with you following close behind, both of you smiling and giggling like idiots.

Tommy guessed it went well.

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“Tommy! Help!” Wil screamed as he quickly took his mask off and carried your limp body into the small coffee shop. Tom quickly came up to the front, starting to say something snarky but quickly stopping as he saw Wilbur lie you on the ground and press on your stomach.

“What the fuck happened?!” Tom said as he rushed around the counter and drop down to the floor to where you were placed. Tom quickly grabbed a towel that was just cleaned and moved Wil’s hands from your stomach. “Wil? You have to tell me what happened!”

Wil quickly shook his head as tears started to pour down his face, the realization of what was happening washing over him.

“I-I was too far away to do anything. They- fuck! This is all my fault!”

“Wil I need you to tell me what happened so I know how bad it is.” Tom said as calm as he could as he tried to soak up as much blood on the cloth as he could. And from the look of the cloth, it seemed bad.

“They were in the middle of all of it. It started when we were just out! We were getting flowers for our apartment and then Dream and all of them showed up and they-“ Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he swallowed down sobs and cries. “They fucking made me watch. Watch as they hurt them, listen to their cries and pleads- Tom they fucking stabbed them! And I had to watch.” Wil’s voice got rough with anger and hopelessness lacing every word. Wilbur wanted to kill every person in that moment but he knew he needed to get to you first. You mattered more to him than any little thing he used to complain about.

“Jesus- ok. I need you to lift their head in your lap, yeah? They’re still breathing but it’s barely there, so if they wake up during this, they need to see you first thing.” Tom said to Wil as he took off the cloth from your stomach, now drenched in blood. Wilbur nodded as he scooted up to your head and gently placed it in his lap as he ran his hands through your hair, wiping his tears when he could.

“C’mon love. You have to wake up. Please, for me.” Wil whispered to you as he lowered his forehead to rest against yours. Tears falling from his eyes as he spoke to you, half believing that you could hear him.

Tom tried his hardest to push through as he pressed his hands into your stomach again and again. Soon enough, his energy was down to the minimum and he didn’t want to risk anything. For him and Wil.

“Wil, it’s not work-“

“Keep going.”

“Wilbur-“

“Keep. Going.” Wil finally looked up to the blonde, eyes swollen and red from crying. Tom inhaled deeply and closed his eyes while he exhaled. Placing his hands back to the wound, he used all what he had left and maybe even more. Yes it would be hell to do anything for the next day or two but, it was worth it.

Soon before Tom was about to give up, Wil saw your hand move, just a little twitch but it was still something.

Grabbing it, he brought it to his lips and kissed it and rested his head against the cold palm.

“Please, love, just a little more. Please.” Wil whimpered out as he slowly saw Tom giving up. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go forever and he didn’t want him to risk himself for it. But, you being gone was something he didn’t want to imagine. And now, it was becoming reality.

“I’m sorry.” Tom whispered out in a whimper as he placed his hand over his mouth to stop sobs and tears from coming out.

After those words left Tommy’s mouth, Wil broke. Tears and sobs coming out freely, yells of anger and heartbreak filling the dead coffee shop. Wil placed his head on your chest as your limp hand was placed in his hair, silencing his cries into your red stained shirt that was once a pretty blue color he loved.

Without realizing, the hand in his hair twitched and slowly tightened its grip in the bed of the curly mess. Wil felt the once limp chest slowly go up and down in a slow rhythm that was familiar to him. Raising his head slowly, he looked over at you with wide eyes, full of shock and disbelief, and saw you with tired eyes and a small smile.

“Why are you crying?! Did you see a stray cat again?” You weakly said as Wil quickly wrapped you up his arms and cradled you into his chest.

“Holy- what- how?” Wilbur asked frantically as he cupped your face and examined you, not fully believing this was real.

“I have no clue. All I know was I woke up to you sobbing like a baby. So thank Tommy for that. Oh yeah, thanks for saving my life bud! I’ll repay you.” Tom just nodded with a smile of relief on his face as he got up and took the bloody rag from the floor, leaving you and Wil alone.

“I thought you were- well you know,”

“Dead? Gone for good? Too bad, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Especially if I haven’t even gotten those flowers yet!” You told him as slowly sat up and held your stomach that was now sore.

“You almost died and you’re still on about these flowers?!” Wil asked with an amused grin.

Leaning up, you pecked his lips with a smile and leant back just enough for you noses to touch.

“Mhm. Now c’mon! We gotta go home and get cleaned up, I’ll leave a fiver this time.”

(Again I’m so sorry the ending sucks!)

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Charlie and Wilbur x male reader with age difference? Plzzzz

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M/n = reader

Charlie Slimecicle, Wilbur Soot x Male! Reader (separate)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Charlie

He never thought about this much. He just got into a relationship without carrying about his age (as long as he was legally more than eighteen). Charlie loves his boyfriend, and in the last days, he has been more into some details. Like, for an example, his boyfriend's age. He likes that, feeling older and more powerful. His happiness only grows when he notices the height difference they have. He gets horny really easy, so when he notices he is sitting on Charlie's lap just to finish one of his works on his computer, he wraps his arms around him. Is possessive. He leans against his neck while he works, nuzzling on him. His dick, inside of his plays, starts to grow. He's horny, and it was his fault.

"Babe.. could you move or help me..?" Charlie begs, his voice low and quiet. It looks like if he was ashamed to be horny, he's a dog. He knows what he's doing, and his man being the bottom for him was a crazy idea. He takes off his pants and underwear, and M/n does it as well. He follows his moves until he sits on the chair again, his cock inside him. His dick is huge and fat. It's hard to focus with him inside M/n. He keeps doing his work, sitting on his dick every time he finishes one part of his script.

The idea of having someone younger than him drives him crazy. He wants to have someone to protect. He even wants to be called "daddy" in a non-ironic way. He touches himself alone, thinking about this, ending his fantasies with his own hand. He also loves it when it's M/n's hands around his cock, he's smaller than him. His dick looks so big on his hand. It's funny.

Wilbur

Will is a huge guy from the age gap. He loves his boyfriend being younger than him. It's not hard to find someone younger than him since he's almost on his thirties. He met this guy, M/n. He's young, funny, and also really carrying. That's all Wilbur wanted. Someone good for him to use and then leave it alone. But, he found himself getting really into this guy, to the point where they started dating. It all started with the sex, M/n being the top in case Wilbur just wanted pleasure.

"More, babe. More, you can go faster.." Will whimpers, moving his hips back up. He knows a guy like this should be the bottom for him, but he was too needy to complain about any sex position. He just wanted to cum already. This guy has a big cock, enough to fill him up and make him feel wanted. His body is so tired, he agreed on meeting him at midnight, and it was already three forty-five in the morning. He looks back, finally cumming on the sheets. His knees are shaky, so he automatically lays in the bed, feeling M/n cum too.

He loves being the bottom for him, especially because he looks fragile, younger but with more experience than Wilbur could ever have. Wilbur is in love with him, enchanted by anything he does. He also loves calling him "babe," just a reminder that he is small close to Will. They have a lot of differences, especially by the music taste and the normal behavior, all because of their ages.

[bardoftheshire]

I need need NEED that second chapter of studio recordings pretty please😭

Of course, of course. I had already been working on the second chapter so I was able to get this done quicker.

Recording Two

[Part two of the Studio Recordings Wilbur Soot x Reader series]

[Warnings; None, except some swearing.]

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I woke the next morning, slightly groggy as I hadn't had my coffee yet.

I get out of bed and prepare myself a pot of coffee, blankly staring at it as it slowly fills up, the strong and nutty aroma filling the kitchen of my flat.

I can't help but let my mind wander to the man from yesterday that came into the studio.

His voice and playing style was so pretty, I don't think I've ever worked with anyone that has a style that beautiful.

I mean, I didn't get many customers but the ones I did get were usually teenagers that thought they could sing and compose music. So this guy compared to listening to them was an absolute godsend.

Once my pot finishes brewing I grab my Star Trek mug and pour the hot liquid into it, then setting it down to cool for a little while.

Walking back into my room I begin to get ready, throwing on one of my band t-shirts and a pair of relaxed trousers, then lastly my favorite trainers.

I finish up freshening myself up and then chug my coffee before walking out of my flat, lastly locking it.

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I make it to the studio in 5 minutes due to it being right across from the flat building I live in.

I open up and greet Eliot, once again doing the same thing to set up as I did every other day.

I sit down in my chair and look through the recordings of yesterday, labeling them with different take numbers of the song. As I listen to them I remember just how nice his voice was.

God I really need to get a hold on myself. Do other producers and studio recorders think this?.

What feels like a little while more passes by and soon Eliot knocks on my door before opening it.

"Yo, Y/n, it's lunchtime now, let's go get some food, I'm starving, man." Eliot groans as he leans on the doorframe.

"Is it really? Jeez I didn't realize, I must've lost track of time sorry. We'll go and eat now. Same place as always I'll assume, yes?" I say, pushing myself and my chair away from my computer, then standing up.

"Yep, same as always," Eliot said as he walked to the coat rack and grabbed his coat. Me doing the same afterwards and then walking out of the building, locking the doors.

Me and Eliot went to this small sandwich shop a few minutes away from the studio every day for lunch about a month or so after he started working with me. It was cheap but good and wasn't particularly crowded constantly.

We make it and walk into the building, ordering our usual food, then paying and leaving to walk back to the studio.

As we make it back to the studio we see the man from yesterday standing by the doors with his acoustic case in one hand and his phone in the other.

He looks up to see me and Eliot, putting his phone into his pocket and straightening his posture.

"Oh, uh sorry for just standing here. I came here around 15 minutes ago but the doors were locked so I assumed you guys were on your lunch break, hope you don't mind."

"Nah, it's alright mate. Sorry for making you wait though, you must be freezing, come on in now it's heated inside." Eliot says as he grabs the keys from his pocket and unlocks the doors, letting us in.

The three of us walk in, me and Eliot place our coats back onto the rack as Eliot goes back to his seat at the desk.

I look at the taller man to see he still had his coat on, "Do you want to hang your coat up there? I'm sure you don't wanna be playing with it on, gets pretty warm in the recording area." I say, motioning to the coat rack.

He nods and then places his case down to take his coat off and hang it, then walking behind me as I walk into my recording studio.

"So yesterday you said you wanted to re-record some of those songs and then go through the tracks to see which ones you wanted to keep, correct?" I say sitting down in my chair and starting the computer back up.

"Yeah, I just want to redo three of those songs and then after that we can pick through those tracks,"

"Alright then, let me set up that mic for you and then we can get onto it." The both of us walk into the recording room.

I do the same setup as yesterday, connecting the mic, leveling it, setting the amp up, and finally going back to the control room.

Same thing as yesterday, he puts his headphones on as I do mine, he messes with his strings for a while, clearing his throat and sending me a wink and cheeky smile to let me know he's ready.

'Wink? He didn't do that yesterday, did he just do that? Why am I freaking out? Do I send a wink back?' You frantically think to yourself.

You send back a small smile instead, counting down from 3 with your fingers before pressing the record button.

He began singing again, the third song he played and recorded yesterday. It sounds more practiced now than it had been yesterday, it looked like he was having a much easier time playing it now.

His fingers danced across the strings so smoothly, you find yourself in awe at his playing skills. You had played around with the guitar yourself but never could you ever so fluidly move your fingers across the strings like that. They were always so stiff and awkward when you tried. You were better with woodwind instruments, you knew how to play a couple of them in fact including some brass instruments, a piano, and a drum kit as well, instruments were your thing but the guitar definitely was not one of them.

He finishes the song and lets out a content sigh.

"How did that sound?" He asks, taking one hand off of his guitar to run it through his messy curls.

"Sounded brilliant, are you going to want to do another take of that one?" You reply.

"I think that one sounded pretty good, I might want to record it again when we listen back on it though,"

He played a few of the songs from yesterday and then played four new ones, each take sounding amazing.

He places his acoustic onto the stand and takes the headphones off, then exits the room to go into the control room where you were.

"Those sounded great, do you want to listen back to them now and see which ones you want to keep?" You say, taking off your headphones and leaning back on your chair to look up at him.

"Yeah, of course," He smiles and gives a small nod, his curls bouncing slightly.

You pull a swivel chair up from the corner next to yours and plug the extra pair of headphones into the splitter so that he can hear the audio. He sits down and places the headphones over his head.

"Alright, we'll start with the first recording from yesterday how does that sound?" You ask, going to the page you had up from yesterday of the different takes and recordings.

The man hums in acknowledgment. You click on the first take, listening to it with him. After finishing the first one you listen to the other takes of the same song that were recorded so he can choose if he wants to redo it again or pick one he likes.

"I think I want to keep take eight, sounds much more clear and has no mistakes." The man says, placing his forefinger on his cheek in a thinking manner.

"Alright, you got a name for it so I can put it as the track name?" You ask, Deleting the other tracks as they would no longer be of use.

"Oh, uh yeah, that one's gonna be Saline Solution I think," He says, fixing his posture and placing his hands onto his lap awkwardly.

"Okay great, love that title by the way," You say, glancing at him for a second to make eye contact before looking back at the computer to replace the title with his own.

"Thanks," He says softly.

You continue on with it for a few more hours before Eliot knocks on your door before opening it, "Hey, we've got to close up for the night in about 20 minutes,"

"Shit, alright thank you Eliot," You say, taking your headphones off and standing up to stretch. The man does the same and rolls the chair back into the corner it was in before.

"Sorry for being here so long, I hadn't realized how long we were sitting there," The man smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, don't worry about it at all, I don't mind whatsoever. I'm actually quite glad you stayed so long, we never get anyone here and this has made my job more enjoyable instead of just sitting about doing nothing." You say, looking up at him.

"Oh, I'm Wilbur by the way. If I'm going to be working with you on this I might as well tell you my name, it'd make things much easier if we were at least a little more familiar with each other, yeah?" He holds his hand out, a smile on his face.

"Lovely name, my name's Y/n," You shake his hand and return the same smile.

You soon finish up and walk out of the control room with Wilbur behind you, entering the lobby of the studio where you could see Eliot on his phone wearing his coat waiting by the door.

You make your way to the desk and calculate how much it'll cost for his hours spent there, "Alright, that'll be £411.78. Choose your poison; Cash or card?" You grin at him.

"Card, please." Wilbur says, handing you his debit card.

Declined. The chip reader read in bright green letters.

"Fuck, um, I'm sorry about that hold on let me see what I have in pounds," He awkwardly grabs his wallet, searching through it.

"Hey, its fine you could always pay it back another time when you have it, I trust that you will," You hand Wilbur his card back.

"Thank you so much, I should have the money back in a couple of days, how about I come back around when I've got the rest?"

"Y'know, worst case if you don't come back it was more so a waste of your time than anything, we're still the ones with the music." Eliot butts in.

"You're not helping Eliot, terribly sorry about him Mr. Wilbur, sometimes he forgets his manners," You say, glaring at Eliot as you watch him stick out his tongue in a teasing manner.

"It's fine, I have a friend exactly like him, it's kind of funny in fact," Wilbur says in an amused tone.

You get out from behind the desk and walk Wilbur to the door, grabbing his coat to and it to him and grabbing yours, leading him outside so that Eliot can lock the doors up.

"Right, well thank you again. Do you suppose I can get your telephone number so I can let you know when I've gotten the rest of the money to pay?" Wilbur looks at you, standing awkwardly.

"Yeah sure, let me put the number into your phone," You say. Wilbur hands you his phone and you punch in your number to the keypad, putting your name in and handing his phone back to him.

"Thanks, ill keep in touch with you about it, bye now," Wilbur smiles and waves to you and Eliot as he walks off to his car and then drives off.

You walk with Eliot to where your cars were parked and dig into your pocket for your keys.

"What on earth happened in that recording room?" Eliot says, a cheeky grin on his face.

"What do you mean?" You say, still fishing in your pocket for the pesky keys.

"He just asked for your number, and on top of that you let him just leave without paying 400 pounds, something definitely happened in there," Eliot says, leaning on your car.

You suddenly realized what he meant and was implying at, your eyes widen and you can feel your face and ears quickly start to heat despite the freezing Brighton air.

"What! No! Jesus Eliot, do you seriously think I would do that with someone I'd just met and my client too for that matter? In my own studio too? Gross, man!" You exclaim in disgust, finally finding your keys and unlocking your car.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. I mean, he asked for your number for Christ's sake! there's no way that he doesn't at least fancy you a bit," Eliot says, playfully nudging your arm.

"God you're terrible, why'd it have to be you," You say playfully before getting into your car.

"Hey! Im great you just don't appreciate it! Anyways, see you Y/n, good luck with Wilbur," Eliot says drawing out the name as he walks away snickering.

Cheeky bellend' You think to yourself before starting up your car and turning the heat on. You check your phone before leaving to see you have a text from an unknown number.

"Hey, Y/n! Its Wilbur:) " The text wrote.

You smile and save him to your contacts, making a mental note to message him back when you wake up tomorrow.

Hopefully Eliot was right, hopefully he fancied you just as you had fancied him.

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I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out. I wanted to make Eliot seem like Wallace Wells from SPVTW, and I'm fairly happy with how his character is coming out so far. Anyways, reblogs are of course appreciated, thank you for urging me to finish this chapter up anon!

[e1izaaxkles]

hi can i req any bursona x nurse! reader? :D (can be nsfw)

Ofc!!! I’ll do L’Manbur hcs

Sfw

When he gets hurt while training with Techno he’s immediately going to you for help

“Y/n, sweetheart, is it bad?”

“No, Will. It’s just a cut, it’s not that deep. Just let me clean it and put a bandage on it and you’ll be good to go.”

He’s so dramatic so immediately he’s fake crying, saying he’s gonna die, etc.

He always kisses you before he goes back to whatever he was doing before

And ALWAYS make sure to kiss where he got hurt, he loves it!!

If he gets sick he’s so worried and makes sure you’re always with him

“Darling, I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” He asks with a cough.

“No, babe. Just some antibiotics and you’ll be well in a minute.”

He NEVER wants you to leave for work.

“Baby, I’m the president of this beautiful nation, please don’t leave. Stay here, with me.”

And yes, that is his excuse.

Nsfw

Afab reader

MINORS FUCK OFF

(I’ll hunt you down and eat you for dinner)

If you had a bad day at work he’s dragging you to the bedroom

“Sweetheart, forget about what that guy did, I’ll make it better.”

Sweet, sweet sex. Just wants you to feel better about your day.

(ISTG HE HAS A SIR/PRESIDENT KINK)

“P-Please, sir- please let me cum- ah~”

“Go on, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask.” He says as he kisses your forehead

He’s only rough with you when he’s had a bad day and you offer that he can use you as a stress toy.

ONLY PRAISE

[d8nielaa]

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[fey-for-days]

Realistic Wilbur NSFW and SFW headcanons

Before I get into it yes I know wil doesn’t feel comfortable with nsfw it’s not really nsfw it’s like vague and doesn’t talk about anything bad really (if you want me to take it down I will)

He DOES NOT LIKE PAIN most people say he likes it but that’s like so far from the truth he will most likely get mad if you do so hurt him on purpose my reference is this one video here(yes I know that’s what headcanons are but shush)

He is vanilla he might hold your wrist above your head but that’s about it

He loves holding your hands like he’s very protective over you but not in the jealous type way just always wanting to make sure your safe and happy

He LOVES it when you play with his hair or hands he will melt into your touch so fast if you do either of those

He is definitely a cuddle bear his favorite cuddle position is probably one of these

He whispers in your ear if y’all are in a crowded place or a loud place or really anywhere

He calls you baby, Bambi (if you’re shy and small), love, and if y’all are just friends he calls you kiddo even if you’re older than him (totally not freaking out by this rn)

He loves to give and receive hugs especially hugs from behind probably wrap his arms around your thighs if he can reach or like hold your hip dips as kinda like a handle

He loves to just touch you like your chin your shoulders your waist your thighs just everything

He’s a soft dom but like not Im a sexual way just he likes to ask you to do something for him and he likes you to ask him to do stuff for him like he likes to be the one to be in control and do things for you

If he is laying on his back he will always make you sit on his chest and he will play with your thighs or have you lay down to where you are laying your stomach on his face he just loves to be as close a possible

If you can’t go to the lovejoy tours he will be on the phone with you 24/7 he will also give you so many pictures of himself acting goofy

Ok if I don’t stop now I will keep you forever but he is my baby ahhh I love him so much but I’d love for you to add on and I will definitely make more parts