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thoughts on wilbur fucking you in his tour bus bunk late at night? you both cant sleep and theres so little space. hes trying to keep you quiet, hand over your mouth and whispering filthy things in your ear. hes either fucking you with his fingers or... hes fucking you with his cock while the bus is rocking slightly...
all i can think about is him saying something along the lines of "keep quiet darling, wouldn't want to wake anyone with your sweet sounds now would we?"
FUCKK
Omfg- I think I wrote something like this before but fuck this is a beautiful thought-
Also I love his hands too much- but if people like this one I will do the other one too ;)
tw: wils possessive but- fingering, HANDS, praise, degradation, choking, fingers down throat, ummmmm, letâs just say you love his fingers as well :) (Iâm exposing myself with this one! ) AFTERCAREEEEEEEE
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âFuck- youâre so wet baby. Been thinkinâ about me I see.â Wilbur smirked as he eased his fingers inside you, words slurred from the tired creeping over him as he started to kiss and suck at your neck. His thumb reached up to rub at your clit, slow and easy, as is fingers slowly curled up into you, a muffled squelching noise following after each one.
The actions were slow and steady for a while, hands gripping at his hair and the other holding onto his arm, grinding yourself on his hand. You bit your lip as hard as you could, practically drawing blood as you held back moans and whines for centuries.
âSo good for me baby, always take me so well. Once weâre off this fucking bus, Iâll fuck you whenever youâd like, ruin you like I always do. Know you fucking love that-â Wilburâs words were harsh as he looked up at you, making a show of what he was doing to you and the effect he knew he had. You whimpered slightly as Wilbur came up and placed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss, sucking and pulling at your bottom lip, tongue pushing its way through to tangle with yours.
Soon enough, Wilbur got bored of the slow, sweet pace. He pulled his fingers out and started fucking you fast, thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbing it as he moved. The speed change and the stimulation caught you off guard, making you break the kiss and gasp out- but your moan got cut off by a hand tightly covering your mouth.
âBe quiet darling- donât want to wake any of the boys with your sweet, beautiful noises yeah? Thatâs only for me.â Wil hissed out the last part, possessiveness coating his sweet words as he started to fuck his fingers back into you, hitting the places he knew made you see stars.
Your arousal dripped down his fingers and onto his hand as he watched you fall apart. Moans and whines being muffled from his strong hand, eyes burning into yours as he smirked down at you with so much power it was scary. Yet you loved it. You grabbed at his wrist that held the hand on your mouth, pulling it away slightly and maneuvering his fingers down your throat, humming against them as they fit perfectly in it.
âOh you fucking slut. Like my fingers that much huh? Like when I gag you? Let me push in a little-â he slide his fingers further down, making you gag around the digits, spit falling out from your mouth as you got used to the further intrusion. âMore. Fucking look at you. Only for me to use, to see, to ruin. No one fucking else, and if they ever get the opportunity, they better be damn thankful.â Wilbur growled once more as his fingers picked up pace, reaching his fingers deeper, hitting your cervix over and over again, fucking you dumb on his fingers.
Spit ran down the sides of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head, the movement of his fingers and his words that were so dirty, being whispered like a love letter. Youâre grip on his wrist tightened, nails creating crescent moons on his skin as your hips bucked and grinded against his hand.
Youâre eyes looked up into his pleasure filled ones, reeling at how dirty this was, fucking you with his calloused fingers and scar ridden hands, his other hand absorbing all your sounds as he whispered little things to you, making sure no one heard any of you.
âCome on baby, cum for me. I know you want to- know you want to be loud for me, want to make a big mess on my hands, let the boys know who fucks you so good every night, fucks your attitude straight when your being a brat. Come on baby, let them know..â Wilbur took his fingers from your throat and wrapped his hand back around your neck, placing pressure on the outsides so you could still breath.
Your mouth fell open at his ongoing words, praising you at how good you were and demanding you to make noises for him, to show him how good you are. You knew he was only saying it for the hell of it, but you needed too.
âFuck- Wil-â your sentence was cut short as Wilbur placed his lips on yours, sucking all the noises out of your throat and down his own, the kiss sloppy and rushed. Your moans and whines being muffled by the mans lips and own groans as he felt you clench around his fingers tightly, your arousal and orgasm filling his senses and coating his hand.
The kiss turned soft and sweet as your body went limp in his hold, his fingers slowly leaving you as you whined at the soft drag and sudden emptiness. Wilbur broke the kiss as he cooed at you, placing soft kisses on your cheek and the spots on your neck he once squeezed tightly, soothing them with his soft lips so the redness would hopefully go down. His hand that was once around your neck now rubbed gentle strokes on your cheek as your breath fell back into rhythm and your hand fell into his hair, rubbing his scalp as his head fell into your chest.
âSo good. Always good for me baby.â Wilbur whispered out to you, as he looked up at you with a smile. Smiling back, your eyelids half open as sleep washed over you, letting out a yawn as Wilbur giggled at you.
Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he placed his fingers that were once inside you on his tongue, groaning at the taste as you let out a whine, embarrassed by his actions. His laugh brought you back, looking up at him as he let his fingers go with a pop.
âHmm that was a good previewâŚ. Can I have more?â The man joked as you shoved his shoulders back away from you, a smile on your face as you told him to shut up, another yawn breaking through as Wilbur started to get out of the bunk. âOk, come on. Bathroom, water, then sleep, promise.â Wilbur held his hand out to you, your smaller one graciously taking it, letting him drag you to the small room that had toilet and a sink.
After what seemed like forever, the silence being comfortable and nice in the moment, the soft rocking of the bus making you dose off on the toilet slightly, you both finally had your way out. Wilbur shut the light out and grabbed your hand, yet as you went to leave, a loud snore broke through the room next to you.
Turning around, you both saw Joe sprawled out on the big mattress on the back of the bus blankets askew and pillows pushed off. Giggling at the scene in front of you, you grabbed Wilâs phone from his pocket, taking a quick picture of the man with Wilburâs encouragement.
âYou bet your ass weâre getting that bed tomorrow..then I can actually show you how much you mean to me-â
âWilbur-â
âCan you blame me?! Iâm a deprived man, baby! I need something-â
you didnât know why you decided this was a good idea, but youâve 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 havenât found an office since youâve moved. and youâd 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 wouldnât 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 heâd 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.
âYeah?â You nodded back at him as your smile widened at his self control.
âYeah. Here, give me one- Tommy I have to go, Iâll call you later- no Iâm not- fuck off!â 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.
âYouâre going to be the death of me..â 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.
âYou love me.â You smiled up at him as he lifted his head, lips brushing against your own.
âAlways. Now- if I recall to a few seconds ago, your body looks a bit, plain. How about I change that?â
Hey didnât Shubble say that Wilbur would bit her in front of other people and she would âplay alongâ? Aside from the obvious, she admitted that actively hid how she felt about some of the things he did. And she doubles down on that line of thinking, when Wilbur was depressed and couldnât clean, did she say she tried talking to him or his friends and family for help? No she just stayed silent and cleaned. She claims Wilbur bit down a bit harder after she said the safe word? Well if he was used to biting up to that point wouldnât he be surprised or shocked when he heard it? She doesnât tell him off or ask him not to do it anymore, she implies it happened multiple times. That she gave him her permission to keep going. It shows that she would hide things from him that he would need to know, and she has the audacity to complain how he shouldâve known?! Like girl if you had a problem with him then itâs up to you to talk to him about it!
Thats what im thinking! She said they talked it out, but it sounds like she was never honest with him and is blaming HIM for HER dishonesty, like girl people arent mind readers and dont gain the ability to read minds when you fucking start dating eachother.
Like if shes lying to him, thats not him being manupltive thats her not advocating for herself and or communicating honestly with her partner.
Shes the source the problem shes complaining about and the fact she has the nerve, my gods undatable. Shes undatable. Shes so neurotypical. Her talking mental health and depression makes it clear, shes very not demure mindful and very neurotypical.
And i dont say that with a funny haha, i mean shes generic white girl with firet world issues number 1097933 looking for excuses and drama. Im pretty sure she had less of an issue back then and then some friends conviencied her it was an issue.
Shes extremely dumb too, she keeps insisting because she never name dropped in her FIRST time talking about the issue that means she cant be sued when she would kater change the accuations and admit its him shes talking about, meaning technically yes, especially than thats hes coming to america, he CAN 100% slap back with a lawsuit of various kinds.
By her changing the story, shes actually giving herself less legal ground to stand out. Where as wilbur actually didnt admit to it, just said "im sorry you felt that way, i had no idea, i wish i knew because i have texts saying the opposite of what your claiming and we could have talked it out" like more or less, but like
Notice how wilbur doesnt bring up the accuations every two weeks, notice how hes not giving himself every other breath to change his story, hes not letting himself do that and by doing so hes giving himself more legal ground by ensuring he can keep his story straight. Hes doubling down on his version of events, but he didnt retell his version of events when hes annoucing hes doubling down, hes just saying that hes not changing his story and thats it.
Shelby even if unintentionally, has changed story and technically harrassed him trying to change the limelight to focus on her every other week, thats in the eyes of court, not the actions of a victim an innocent person. Thats the accuations of someone whos cried wolf and wants attention because she thinks shes pretty and people will gkve her what she wants.
Like her behavoir is text book "how to spot a liar" and im honestly annoyed at how dumb and sheep like her followers and @ranboosaysstuffs is. Like not my fuilt theyre gullible mindless sheep with no personaility and need someone else to tell them what to think or what to believe.
Like đŤ honestly if you gonna be like that just leave the fandom, im glad Ranboo dropped minecrfat because honestly his old friends were too good for him and they dont deserve them, his old friends, tcehnoblade, philza, tommy deserve better than that spineless coward.
c!crimeboys angst fic where Wilbur loses his mind and attempts a murder suicide with tommy. also a pinch of bedrock boys and clingy duo. hurt a little bit of comfort if you look at it from an angle. might be a bit ooc.
It was late at night; this always happens late. When he had nothing to do, nothing else to think about. At first Tommy could handle it at first it was only once in a while but as time went on hope for a better future slowly left Wilbur. It wasn't too obvious when it had started happening but clear signs of Wilbur working himself more and more in desperation to find something, anything, to give him hope. More and more Wilbur had changed to slowly become a shell of himself Tommy could barely recognize. If it wasn't for his face staying the same, he'd probably mistake him for a stranger, or maybe he would know it was him.
But this wasn't the Wilbur tommy knew this wasn't the man the boy had looked up to as a leader. Not just because of his change of clothes but how his strong high held dignity and personality crumbled week after week as they spent their lives rotting away in a dusty cave. They didn't sit there but it seemed just as effective as sitting down and letting the earth take them. At least that's what Wilbur said, what Wilbur always said. What he always said when the late hours left him with either no work or no energy to finish it. When he had time to sit and pity himself for the man he'd become and for all that he lost.
Tommy tried to keep positive about this, he tried hard to keep hope, he was stubborn, maybe too much for his own good. He kept talking and talking about his hope until he sounded like a broken record playing on loop until someone manually stopped it. He didn't know if he was doing it out of desperation or genuinely believing whatever words came out of his mouth anymore, he couldn't recognize it, he knew the feeling all too well but had too much pride to let himself realize it slowly consumed him day by day, he wouldn't let himself be vulnerable no not at a time like this.
So, when he saw Wilbur again talking to himself in the dingy cave he called a room he took only a second before walking in. he didn't know what he'd say he didn't know what he'd do he just went in, it was better to think later then overthink it now. Wilbur turned his head to look at Tommy, he knew Wilbur well, he was proud of it, he read him well so he thought, but this was a time he couldn't, a time where Wilbur seemed to be unreadable. Dark eyes staring into Tommy's blues, they were slightly wide, the man seemed maybe shocked to see the boy but it quickly went away as he got up walking to tommy.
Rough hands gripped Tommy's shoulders, he looked up at the other who stared down at him looking like he was hesitating to say something. âTommy⌠Tommy I need to talk to youâ without waiting for an answer Wilbur put a hand on Tommy's back pushing him further into his room. Tommy opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted by Wilbur whose demeanor seemed to change in mere seconds. Going from seemingly calm to now having shaking hands holding a death grip on the poor boy.
âWilbur what the fuck is this, get your hands off of me!â Tommy yelled slightly, he felt slightly scared he'd never seen Wilbur like this before, he knew him for so long yet never once had he seen Wilbur this bad. Tommy tried to pull away which only earned him a tighter grip holding him in place. Wilbur got onto one knee to level with Tommy staring him eye to eye. âJust listen to me, Tommy just listen, you trust me, right? You trust me, you're my right-hand man tommy, so you trust me "Wilbur's shaky breath reeked of cigarettes, a horrid smell that made tommyâs nose wrinkle up.
Harsh fingers digging into Tommy's skin distracted him from answering for a second, they were definitely going to leave a bruise. âYea yea I trust you Wilbur now what the fuck is your problem. You're freaking me out mateâ a hand quickly went to grasp Wilburâs arm trying to pry him away, the man winced in response and pulled his arm away letting go of Tommy's poor shoulder, the other hand still gripping on but not as tightly. âT-tommy, tommy do you want to die with me?â Tommy's heart dropped when he heard those words, in all his life he'd never expected to be told anything close to this but here he was with Wilbur smiling at him while saying it.
It was a soft smile, it looked like Wilbur was trying to comfort Tommy about the idea but it backfired heavily. The boy's breathing increased rapidly and he backed away slightly from the man âno, Wilbur are you joking with me?! Tell me youâre fucking jokingâ âIâm not tommy, Iâm not thereâs nothing left for us here, listen to me tommyâ Wilbur grabbed tommyâs wrists holding them front of himself, a tight grip on them maybe a bit worse than how his grip on his shoulder were, he needed him to stay close. âYou and me, in here, dead with the gun, we have nothing left Tommy, you'll see Tubbo! Think about that, he's not going to make it Tommy, well see him on the other side it's okay, Tommy we have nothing we lost "
Tommy pulled at his arms trying so very hard to get away from the man who was clearly deep into some kind of mania. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe who he was hearing this from. âWilbur youâre fucking insane let go of me!â âCome on Tommy we lost; you know this. We can't get lâmanburg back, we can't live like this, it's our only option, you'll be happy tommy, we'll both be happy.â no no no this couldn't be true, could it? No way Wilbur was talking like this, he was their leader so why was he the one so quick to give up.
They could fight, they always fought, it was all they'd known, so why can't they anymore. Tommy knew they couldn't speak with Schlatt to try to persuade him, he knew the man as well as he needed to. Schlatt was a simple man defined by simple things. Yet, he was as evil as he was simple, he had it in the marrow of his bones rooted from the cavity he called his head. There was no talking with this man, at least none that could end in a fair or moral deal. So, they had to fight, they just had to.
There was no other option for Tommy, he needed to fight, he'd fought again and again and again and he was ready to do it again to keep what he fought for. He wasn't just about to give up all he knew for one simple set back. âWilbur were not going to fucking kill ourselves we can do this! It isn't our only option; our only option is winning! We've fought before so why is it any different now? "Tommy pushed Wilbur away, freeing his hands from the other's grasp. Wilbur just stared down at Tommy, he didn't have an answer yet he seemed dead set on his idea of going the cowardâs way out.
Maybe he did have an answer and was just holding it from Tommy, maybe for better or for worse. âWilbur please just calm the fuck down this isnât-... I donât... I don't want to die Wilbur! I'm not going to die and you aren't either!â Yet Wilbur stood there, staring down at tommy. His breathing was rapid and short each breath seeming rushed. The room was quiet with the two staring at each other both trying to decide what to do, then one got an idea. Wilburâs face lit up and he walked towards Tommy, who promptly walked away cornering himself.
âHere tommy lookâ the other spoke softly, his voice shaky and unsure. Wilbur opened his coat, reaching in and pulling out a handgun. It was an old one, but worked just as well as a new one. A hand harshly grabbed Tommy by the hair pulling him closer, the barrel of the gun held too close for comfort to Tommy's chin. âLook tommy you me here and now, okay? Its-... it's going to be okay itâs all going to be okay itâs just a second just calm down this is for the both of us tommyâ. The gun's cold metal was pressed against Tommy's chin, he was screaming and crying at this point, swearing Wilbur out begging him to knock this off.
He tried to push the gun away from himself as Wilbur continued talking sweetly to the boy trying to reassure him that this was for the best. This was what they needed, he said over and over again. âWilbur! Let me go! Youâre fucking crazy! I donât want to die Wilbur please fucking stop!â Tommy cried, he didn't want this, this wasn't the Wilbur he knew this couldn't be him, he wanted to leave so very badly. He should have left Wilbur to rot in his own self-pity, leave him for the night, let him do whatever he wanted just as long as he wasn't dragged into it.
Tears started to form in his eyes as he fought back against Wilbur who was trying hard to keep the gun in the right angle. As they fought, footsteps approached them before a voice was heard behind them at the door way. âHeh!?â Wilburâs head snapped around looking at whoever it was, his attention to Tommy dropping instantly, letting the boy get a chance at escaping his grasp. Technoblade stood at the doorway staring in at the two.
A sword held tightly in his hand, ready to attack at any moment. When he saw the gun in Wilburâs hand aimed at Tommy, he didn't take much time to grab the man prying it away from him. Wilbur didn't put up much of a fight against techno, losing very quickly. âWhat the hell is going on here?â techno yelled looking back at Tommy who looked petrified to say the least. âHe was trying to fucking kill me!â the boy yelled pointing at Wilbur who stood on the other side of techno leaning on whatever âfurnitureâ they had, he looked as if he'd fall over at any moment, yet he stared wide eyed at the two of them his gaze mostly falling on tommy who was then blocked by techno.
 Tommy wasn't on the best terms with techno, after what had happened in Manburg with Tubbo he felt a feeling of distrust for the man. âLeave it in the pitâ he was told, but he couldn't, yet in a moment like this when before he almost loathed seeing techno at times he was glad he was here. He hated it at the same time though, he hated he had to be saved from someone he called his own brother. It sat sour in his throat, which was dry from screaming, he hated feeling so vulnerable, he hated being scared, he hated that he cried and screamed for help.
He was big man Tommyinnit so why did he have to be so fucking scared of Wilbur, of a man who could barely keep himself up. A dirty unforgiving mess of skin and bones he should have taken the man down with ease yet he couldn't. He was scared, too scared. Scared of hurting Wilbur, scared of being hurt, scared of Wilbur. He shouldn't have been not even in a sense of bravery. Wilbur was his leader, his brother, he was his right-hand man and has been through thick and thin. Why did it have to be him was all Tommy could think, it clouded his head and for a bit made him ignore what the others were saying.
Everything happened so fast he didn't even know how to process it all. âTommy!â techno yelled gaining Tommy's attention once again, he reminded himself to keep his composer and looked at techno. âYou need to leave tommy Iâm going to have a talk with Wilburâ tommy took one last glance at Wilbur before hesitantly booking it for the door running away. He didn't want to be there anymore, not when his own brother was trying to kill him. He ran to where Tubbo was. The boy laid asleep in his bed bandages covering most of his face and body, it was a sickening sight but Tubbo was all Tommy wanted to see.
He remembered what Wilbur said before, it couldn't have been true right? Tubbo was going to make it out there just fine. He slowly got down lying next to him, he wasn't going to sleep that night, he knew that well enough, he couldn't help but look around the room constantly in case Wilbur came back. âBullshitâ he told himself âThis is all bullshitâ he couldn't believe any of this. He just wanted to be happy with Wilbur. All he wanted was to be happy. Maybe one day he'd get there, one day soon he hoped.
That heâd live to see a day he didn't have to fight anymore, a day he could learn to live with peace. It wasn't something easy to imagine, fighting was all he'd known but maybe one day. He smiled slightly, staring at the ceiling thinking about all these silly ideas.Â
c!crimeboys angst fic where Wilbur loses his mind and attempts a murder suicide with tommy. also a pinch of bedrock boys and clingy duo. hurt a little bit of comfort if you look at it from an angle. might be a bit ooc.
It was late at night; this always happens late. When he had nothing to do, nothing else to think about. At first Tommy could handle it at first it was only once in a while but as time went on hope for a better future slowly left Wilbur. It wasn't too obvious when it had started happening but clear signs of Wilbur working himself more and more in desperation to find something, anything, to give him hope. More and more Wilbur had changed to slowly become a shell of himself Tommy could barely recognize. If it wasn't for his face staying the same, he'd probably mistake him for a stranger, or maybe he would know it was him.
But this wasn't the Wilbur tommy knew this wasn't the man the boy had looked up to as a leader. Not just because of his change of clothes but how his strong high held dignity and personality crumbled week after week as they spent their lives rotting away in a dusty cave. They didn't sit there but it seemed just as effective as sitting down and letting the earth take them. At least that's what Wilbur said, what Wilbur always said. What he always said when the late hours left him with either no work or no energy to finish it. When he had time to sit and pity himself for the man he'd become and for all that he lost.
Tommy tried to keep positive about this, he tried hard to keep hope, he was stubborn, maybe too much for his own good. He kept talking and talking about his hope until he sounded like a broken record playing on loop until someone manually stopped it. He didn't know if he was doing it out of desperation or genuinely believing whatever words came out of his mouth anymore, he couldn't recognize it, he knew the feeling all too well but had too much pride to let himself realize it slowly consumed him day by day, he wouldn't let himself be vulnerable no not at a time like this.
So, when he saw Wilbur again talking to himself in the dingy cave he called a room he took only a second before walking in. he didn't know what he'd say he didn't know what he'd do he just went in, it was better to think later then overthink it now. Wilbur turned his head to look at Tommy, he knew Wilbur well, he was proud of it, he read him well so he thought, but this was a time he couldn't, a time where Wilbur seemed to be unreadable. Dark eyes staring into Tommy's blues, they were slightly wide, the man seemed maybe shocked to see the boy but it quickly went away as he got up walking to tommy.
Rough hands gripped Tommy's shoulders, he looked up at the other who stared down at him looking like he was hesitating to say something. âTommy⌠Tommy I need to talk to youâ without waiting for an answer Wilbur put a hand on Tommy's back pushing him further into his room. Tommy opened his mouth to speak but was immediately interrupted by Wilbur whose demeanor seemed to change in mere seconds. Going from seemingly calm to now having shaking hands holding a death grip on the poor boy.
âWilbur what the fuck is this, get your hands off of me!â Tommy yelled slightly, he felt slightly scared he'd never seen Wilbur like this before, he knew him for so long yet never once had he seen Wilbur this bad. Tommy tried to pull away which only earned him a tighter grip holding him in place. Wilbur got onto one knee to level with Tommy staring him eye to eye. âJust listen to me, Tommy just listen, you trust me, right? You trust me, you're my right-hand man tommy, so you trust me "Wilbur's shaky breath reeked of cigarettes, a horrid smell that made tommyâs nose wrinkle up.
Harsh fingers digging into Tommy's skin distracted him from answering for a second, they were definitely going to leave a bruise. âYea yea I trust you Wilbur now what the fuck is your problem. You're freaking me out mateâ a hand quickly went to grasp Wilburâs arm trying to pry him away, the man winced in response and pulled his arm away letting go of Tommy's poor shoulder, the other hand still gripping on but not as tightly. âT-tommy, tommy do you want to die with me?â Tommy's heart dropped when he heard those words, in all his life he'd never expected to be told anything close to this but here he was with Wilbur smiling at him while saying it.
It was a soft smile, it looked like Wilbur was trying to comfort Tommy about the idea but it backfired heavily. The boy's breathing increased rapidly and he backed away slightly from the man âno, Wilbur are you joking with me?! Tell me youâre fucking jokingâ âIâm not tommy, Iâm not thereâs nothing left for us here, listen to me tommyâ Wilbur grabbed tommyâs wrists holding them front of himself, a tight grip on them maybe a bit worse than how his grip on his shoulder were, he needed him to stay close. âYou and me, in here, dead with the gun, we have nothing left Tommy, you'll see Tubbo! Think about that, he's not going to make it Tommy, well see him on the other side it's okay, Tommy we have nothing we lost "
Tommy pulled at his arms trying so very hard to get away from the man who was clearly deep into some kind of mania. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he couldn't believe who he was hearing this from. âWilbur youâre fucking insane let go of me!â âCome on Tommy we lost; you know this. We can't get lâmanburg back, we can't live like this, it's our only option, you'll be happy tommy, we'll both be happy.â no no no this couldn't be true, could it? No way Wilbur was talking like this, he was their leader so why was he the one so quick to give up.
They could fight, they always fought, it was all they'd known, so why can't they anymore. Tommy knew they couldn't speak with Schlatt to try to persuade him, he knew the man as well as he needed to. Schlatt was a simple man defined by simple things. Yet, he was as evil as he was simple, he had it in the marrow of his bones rooted from the cavity he called his head. There was no talking with this man, at least none that could end in a fair or moral deal. So, they had to fight, they just had to.
There was no other option for Tommy, he needed to fight, he'd fought again and again and again and he was ready to do it again to keep what he fought for. He wasn't just about to give up all he knew for one simple set back. âWilbur were not going to fucking kill ourselves we can do this! It isn't our only option; our only option is winning! We've fought before so why is it any different now? "Tommy pushed Wilbur away, freeing his hands from the other's grasp. Wilbur just stared down at Tommy, he didn't have an answer yet he seemed dead set on his idea of going the cowardâs way out.
Maybe he did have an answer and was just holding it from Tommy, maybe for better or for worse. âWilbur please just calm the fuck down this isnât-... I donât... I don't want to die Wilbur! I'm not going to die and you aren't either!â Yet Wilbur stood there, staring down at tommy. His breathing was rapid and short each breath seeming rushed. The room was quiet with the two staring at each other both trying to decide what to do, then one got an idea. Wilburâs face lit up and he walked towards Tommy, who promptly walked away cornering himself.
âHere tommy lookâ the other spoke softly, his voice shaky and unsure. Wilbur opened his coat, reaching in and pulling out a handgun. It was an old one, but worked just as well as a new one. A hand harshly grabbed Tommy by the hair pulling him closer, the barrel of the gun held too close for comfort to Tommy's chin. âLook tommy you me here and now, okay? Its-... it's going to be okay itâs all going to be okay itâs just a second just calm down this is for the both of us tommyâ. The gun's cold metal was pressed against Tommy's chin, he was screaming and crying at this point, swearing Wilbur out begging him to knock this off.
He tried to push the gun away from himself as Wilbur continued talking sweetly to the boy trying to reassure him that this was for the best. This was what they needed, he said over and over again. âWilbur! Let me go! Youâre fucking crazy! I donât want to die Wilbur please fucking stop!â Tommy cried, he didn't want this, this wasn't the Wilbur he knew this couldn't be him, he wanted to leave so very badly. He should have left Wilbur to rot in his own self-pity, leave him for the night, let him do whatever he wanted just as long as he wasn't dragged into it.
Tears started to form in his eyes as he fought back against Wilbur who was trying hard to keep the gun in the right angle. As they fought, footsteps approached them before a voice was heard behind them at the door way. âHeh!?â Wilburâs head snapped around looking at whoever it was, his attention to Tommy dropping instantly, letting the boy get a chance at escaping his grasp. Technoblade stood at the doorway staring in at the two.
A sword held tightly in his hand, ready to attack at any moment. When he saw the gun in Wilburâs hand aimed at Tommy, he didn't take much time to grab the man prying it away from him. Wilbur didn't put up much of a fight against techno, losing very quickly. âWhat the hell is going on here?â techno yelled looking back at Tommy who looked petrified to say the least. âHe was trying to fucking kill me!â the boy yelled pointing at Wilbur who stood on the other side of techno leaning on whatever âfurnitureâ they had, he looked as if he'd fall over at any moment, yet he stared wide eyed at the two of them his gaze mostly falling on tommy who was then blocked by techno.
 Tommy wasn't on the best terms with techno, after what had happened in Manburg with Tubbo he felt a feeling of distrust for the man. âLeave it in the pitâ he was told, but he couldn't, yet in a moment like this when before he almost loathed seeing techno at times he was glad he was here. He hated it at the same time though, he hated he had to be saved from someone he called his own brother. It sat sour in his throat, which was dry from screaming, he hated feeling so vulnerable, he hated being scared, he hated that he cried and screamed for help.
He was big man Tommyinnit so why did he have to be so fucking scared of Wilbur, of a man who could barely keep himself up. A dirty unforgiving mess of skin and bones he should have taken the man down with ease yet he couldn't. He was scared, too scared. Scared of hurting Wilbur, scared of being hurt, scared of Wilbur. He shouldn't have been not even in a sense of bravery. Wilbur was his leader, his brother, he was his right-hand man and has been through thick and thin. Why did it have to be him was all Tommy could think, it clouded his head and for a bit made him ignore what the others were saying.
Everything happened so fast he didn't even know how to process it all. âTommy!â techno yelled gaining Tommy's attention once again, he reminded himself to keep his composer and looked at techno. âYou need to leave tommy Iâm going to have a talk with Wilburâ tommy took one last glance at Wilbur before hesitantly booking it for the door running away. He didn't want to be there anymore, not when his own brother was trying to kill him. He ran to where Tubbo was. The boy laid asleep in his bed bandages covering most of his face and body, it was a sickening sight but Tubbo was all Tommy wanted to see.
He remembered what Wilbur said before, it couldn't have been true right? Tubbo was going to make it out there just fine. He slowly got down lying next to him, he wasn't going to sleep that night, he knew that well enough, he couldn't help but look around the room constantly in case Wilbur came back. âBullshitâ he told himself âThis is all bullshitâ he couldn't believe any of this. He just wanted to be happy with Wilbur. All he wanted was to be happy. Maybe one day he'd get there, one day soon he hoped.
That heâd live to see a day he didn't have to fight anymore, a day he could learn to live with peace. It wasn't something easy to imagine, fighting was all he'd known but maybe one day. He smiled slightly, staring at the ceiling thinking about all these silly ideas.Â
simpbur steals gn!readers kidney. i made this out of rage I'm normal i swear. first fic here what a great start
i blame @lillyspeakz don't hate me
not beta read we die like men
You lived a boring life, you spent boring hours in boring college classes learning boring things. It was really nothing new, new was rare once in a blue moon type of chance. You woke up, went to classes, went home and slept, but now for once something changed, you didn't wake up in your bed with warm blankets covering you. Instead it all felt cold, freezing even. As you sat up the feeling of sleep quickly washed away being replaced by panic as you realized where you were.
The tub's sides were slippery and the ice you were submerged in burned in a way, most of your body felt numb, a small tingling irritating your skin and flesh. The world around you started to spin as pure fear took over your senses clouding your train of thought, it looked like your bathroom, your soaps, towels, everything was right there as you'd last left it, well kinda, as you looked down towels were messily placed all over the bathroom flooring. Then you saw it, a pile of clothing that belonged to you, the clothes you wore to sleep last night. At least the top. When you looked down your nice sweatpants were still on. Every detail of the situation felt hard to process jumping from one to the other to piece together what was happening to you.
The ice covered most of your lower body, god was it hard to move much. Not just from the slippery cold ice but from a horrid drowsy feeling that kept you sitting down in that tub. Your head snapped around as you heard the door to the bathroom being opened, in came Wilbur, a classmate of yours. He was an odd one to say the least, he had his own friends his own hobbies his own things to do yet it always felt like he was watching you, side glares at you while talking to his friends, always visiting the same places as you during lunch break, which wouldn't sound so odd considering he brought his friends usually , who would bring a group of people with them to go stalking?
Using that logic you brushed it off until you started seeing him in the halls, going the same way as you on campus when you knew for a fact his classes were elsewhere, seeing him around town, in the library, the route you use to get to the university, maybe one more coincidence might of given your dumb brain the ability to realize something was wrong, deeply wrong. And now you were here, in a bathtub of ice and your classmate of one actual class staring down at you with tired eyes.
He looked exhausted and ready to get this over with. His eyebrows raised when he saw you were awake. Wilbur cleared his throat gently, kicking the door closed behind him. âAh, your uh, awakeâ he said meekly talking as if this was a whole different situation, maybe like if he'd made dumb joke on a first introduction or met you in the library alone, not the culprit of whatever the fuck was happening. You opened your lips to speak yet nothing came out, what could you say in a situation like this? Throw a âfuck youâ at the man who had more of an advantage than you? You were stupid at times yea but in a predicament like this you had to find some logic in the cavity of a skull you had.
But now isn't the time to be insulting anything, not you nor the man who just stood there awkwardly like he was waiting for you to say something, he probably was but as the second went by he realized you'd decided to keep your words to yourself. In response he just shrugged it off walking over to pick up a box from on the sink counter. Wilbur held the box in both hands before looking back at you taking a deep breath in before speaking âlisten uhm I'm sorry?â his words sounded oh so very sincere, with a mere shrug going with it for extra effect. With wide eyes staring at him you took only a moment before managing a few words. âWhat.. what did you do??â you asked, your question turning from quite to expressive with each word.
Wilbur just stared at you for a moment like he was in thought, maybe even a bit shocked. He looked you up and down before his face turned back to a tired expression this time seeming a bit forced. Maybe to make himself look more intimidating? Who knows, but he cleared his throat once again and with slight hesitation began to speak. â I removed your right kidney, if you didn't notice the stitches on your body. Might want to clean those everyday. I'm not a professional.â this, this had to be some kind of joke right? âYou removed my what?!â you yelled out, this had finally prompted you to try and pry yourself out from the ice and as he said, there it was, a scar, poorly stitched up right on your side.
âAs I had said, I removed your right kidney while you were sleeping.â this whole thing felt so unreal, there was no way he actually did that, right? But there was the scar, the box, and ice. A reality you didn't, no couldn't even imagine to have happened to you. It crushed you, that feeling of panic from before seeping back in stronger than before, not like you calmed down at all during this but it felt like a new kind of panic, more intense, as the horrors of the reality of the situation earned tears to begin collecting and calling from your eyes, Wilbur groaned rolling his eyes like this was some kind of annoyance to him, an inconvenience that he had to put up with.
âNo no no, why are you crying? It's not like you're going to die, it's just one kidney you got two right? Just change up that soda diet of yours and you should be fine.â he spoke so casually of this like it was some normal thing, like he didn't break into your house and steal an entire organ. You couldn't speak let alone think anymore, tears streaming down your face in horror of what was happening. A disgusted look on Wilbur's face only added to it all. âYou know you're being quite rude here, I have like.. A headache and your whining is really not helping man that's not very poggers"
Wilbur looked down at you once more before turning around facing the door. âI have to go uhm don't tell anyone or you know or else?â he looked back for a second just staring at you, he got more annoyed this time letting it get him. âListen, I need it okay? You have your other one go use that, cutting back on some shit isn't the end of the world.â and with that he turned again leaving you in the bathroom to sulk before you could even say anything, leaving you alone in a cold, empty room, with only one kidney. What was he going to do with it? Probably sell it on eBay. He needs the money. The economy has been shit ok?
simpbur steals gn!readers kidney. i made this out of rage I'm normal i swear. first fic here what a great start
i blame @lillyspeakz don't hate me
not beta read we die like men
You lived a boring life, you spent boring hours in boring college classes learning boring things. It was really nothing new, new was rare once in a blue moon type of chance. You woke up, went to classes, went home and slept, but now for once something changed, you didn't wake up in your bed with warm blankets covering you. Instead it all felt cold, freezing even. As you sat up the feeling of sleep quickly washed away being replaced by panic as you realized where you were.
The tub's sides were slippery and the ice you were submerged in burned in a way, most of your body felt numb, a small tingling irritating your skin and flesh. The world around you started to spin as pure fear took over your senses clouding your train of thought, it looked like your bathroom, your soaps, towels, everything was right there as you'd last left it, well kinda, as you looked down towels were messily placed all over the bathroom flooring. Then you saw it, a pile of clothing that belonged to you, the clothes you wore to sleep last night. At least the top. When you looked down your nice sweatpants were still on. Every detail of the situation felt hard to process jumping from one to the other to piece together what was happening to you.
The ice covered most of your lower body, god was it hard to move much. Not just from the slippery cold ice but from a horrid drowsy feeling that kept you sitting down in that tub. Your head snapped around as you heard the door to the bathroom being opened, in came Wilbur, a classmate of yours. He was an odd one to say the least, he had his own friends his own hobbies his own things to do yet it always felt like he was watching you, side glares at you while talking to his friends, always visiting the same places as you during lunch break, which wouldn't sound so odd considering he brought his friends usually , who would bring a group of people with them to go stalking?
Using that logic you brushed it off until you started seeing him in the halls, going the same way as you on campus when you knew for a fact his classes were elsewhere, seeing him around town, in the library, the route you use to get to the university, maybe one more coincidence might of given your dumb brain the ability to realize something was wrong, deeply wrong. And now you were here, in a bathtub of ice and your classmate of one actual class staring down at you with tired eyes.
He looked exhausted and ready to get this over with. His eyebrows raised when he saw you were awake. Wilbur cleared his throat gently, kicking the door closed behind him. âAh, your uh, awakeâ he said meekly talking as if this was a whole different situation, maybe like if he'd made dumb joke on a first introduction or met you in the library alone, not the culprit of whatever the fuck was happening. You opened your lips to speak yet nothing came out, what could you say in a situation like this? Throw a âfuck youâ at the man who had more of an advantage than you? You were stupid at times yea but in a predicament like this you had to find some logic in the cavity of a skull you had.
But now isn't the time to be insulting anything, not you nor the man who just stood there awkwardly like he was waiting for you to say something, he probably was but as the second went by he realized you'd decided to keep your words to yourself. In response he just shrugged it off walking over to pick up a box from on the sink counter. Wilbur held the box in both hands before looking back at you taking a deep breath in before speaking âlisten uhm I'm sorry?â his words sounded oh so very sincere, with a mere shrug going with it for extra effect. With wide eyes staring at him you took only a moment before managing a few words. âWhat.. what did you do??â you asked, your question turning from quite to expressive with each word.
Wilbur just stared at you for a moment like he was in thought, maybe even a bit shocked. He looked you up and down before his face turned back to a tired expression this time seeming a bit forced. Maybe to make himself look more intimidating? Who knows, but he cleared his throat once again and with slight hesitation began to speak. â I removed your right kidney, if you didn't notice the stitches on your body. Might want to clean those everyday. I'm not a professional.â this, this had to be some kind of joke right? âYou removed my what?!â you yelled out, this had finally prompted you to try and pry yourself out from the ice and as he said, there it was, a scar, poorly stitched up right on your side.
âAs I had said, I removed your right kidney while you were sleeping.â this whole thing felt so unreal, there was no way he actually did that, right? But there was the scar, the box, and ice. A reality you didn't, no couldn't even imagine to have happened to you. It crushed you, that feeling of panic from before seeping back in stronger than before, not like you calmed down at all during this but it felt like a new kind of panic, more intense, as the horrors of the reality of the situation earned tears to begin collecting and calling from your eyes, Wilbur groaned rolling his eyes like this was some kind of annoyance to him, an inconvenience that he had to put up with.
âNo no no, why are you crying? It's not like you're going to die, it's just one kidney you got two right? Just change up that soda diet of yours and you should be fine.â he spoke so casually of this like it was some normal thing, like he didn't break into your house and steal an entire organ. You couldn't speak let alone think anymore, tears streaming down your face in horror of what was happening. A disgusted look on Wilbur's face only added to it all. âYou know you're being quite rude here, I have like.. A headache and your whining is really not helping man that's not very poggers"
Wilbur looked down at you once more before turning around facing the door. âI have to go uhm don't tell anyone or you know or else?â he looked back for a second just staring at you, he got more annoyed this time letting it get him. âListen, I need it okay? You have your other one go use that, cutting back on some shit isn't the end of the world.â and with that he turned again leaving you in the bathroom to sulk before you could even say anything, leaving you alone in a cold, empty room, with only one kidney. What was he going to do with it? Probably sell it on eBay. He needs the money. The economy has been shit ok?
simpbur steals gn!readers kidney. i made this out of rage I'm normal i swear. first fic here what a great start
i blame @lillyspeakz don't hate me
not beta read we die like men
You lived a boring life, you spent boring hours in boring college classes learning boring things. It was really nothing new, new was rare once in a blue moon type of chance. You woke up, went to classes, went home and slept, but now for once something changed, you didn't wake up in your bed with warm blankets covering you. Instead it all felt cold, freezing even. As you sat up the feeling of sleep quickly washed away being replaced by panic as you realized where you were.
The tub's sides were slippery and the ice you were submerged in burned in a way, most of your body felt numb, a small tingling irritating your skin and flesh. The world around you started to spin as pure fear took over your senses clouding your train of thought, it looked like your bathroom, your soaps, towels, everything was right there as you'd last left it, well kinda, as you looked down towels were messily placed all over the bathroom flooring. Then you saw it, a pile of clothing that belonged to you, the clothes you wore to sleep last night. At least the top. When you looked down your nice sweatpants were still on. Every detail of the situation felt hard to process jumping from one to the other to piece together what was happening to you.
The ice covered most of your lower body, god was it hard to move much. Not just from the slippery cold ice but from a horrid drowsy feeling that kept you sitting down in that tub. Your head snapped around as you heard the door to the bathroom being opened, in came Wilbur, a classmate of yours. He was an odd one to say the least, he had his own friends his own hobbies his own things to do yet it always felt like he was watching you, side glares at you while talking to his friends, always visiting the same places as you during lunch break, which wouldn't sound so odd considering he brought his friends usually , who would bring a group of people with them to go stalking?
Using that logic you brushed it off until you started seeing him in the halls, going the same way as you on campus when you knew for a fact his classes were elsewhere, seeing him around town, in the library, the route you use to get to the university, maybe one more coincidence might of given your dumb brain the ability to realize something was wrong, deeply wrong. And now you were here, in a bathtub of ice and your classmate of one actual class staring down at you with tired eyes.
He looked exhausted and ready to get this over with. His eyebrows raised when he saw you were awake. Wilbur cleared his throat gently, kicking the door closed behind him. âAh, your uh, awakeâ he said meekly talking as if this was a whole different situation, maybe like if he'd made dumb joke on a first introduction or met you in the library alone, not the culprit of whatever the fuck was happening. You opened your lips to speak yet nothing came out, what could you say in a situation like this? Throw a âfuck youâ at the man who had more of an advantage than you? You were stupid at times yea but in a predicament like this you had to find some logic in the cavity of a skull you had.
But now isn't the time to be insulting anything, not you nor the man who just stood there awkwardly like he was waiting for you to say something, he probably was but as the second went by he realized you'd decided to keep your words to yourself. In response he just shrugged it off walking over to pick up a box from on the sink counter. Wilbur held the box in both hands before looking back at you taking a deep breath in before speaking âlisten uhm I'm sorry?â his words sounded oh so very sincere, with a mere shrug going with it for extra effect. With wide eyes staring at him you took only a moment before managing a few words. âWhat.. what did you do??â you asked, your question turning from quite to expressive with each word.
Wilbur just stared at you for a moment like he was in thought, maybe even a bit shocked. He looked you up and down before his face turned back to a tired expression this time seeming a bit forced. Maybe to make himself look more intimidating? Who knows, but he cleared his throat once again and with slight hesitation began to speak. â I removed your right kidney, if you didn't notice the stitches on your body. Might want to clean those everyday. I'm not a professional.â this, this had to be some kind of joke right? âYou removed my what?!â you yelled out, this had finally prompted you to try and pry yourself out from the ice and as he said, there it was, a scar, poorly stitched up right on your side.
âAs I had said, I removed your right kidney while you were sleeping.â this whole thing felt so unreal, there was no way he actually did that, right? But there was the scar, the box, and ice. A reality you didn't, no couldn't even imagine to have happened to you. It crushed you, that feeling of panic from before seeping back in stronger than before, not like you calmed down at all during this but it felt like a new kind of panic, more intense, as the horrors of the reality of the situation earned tears to begin collecting and calling from your eyes, Wilbur groaned rolling his eyes like this was some kind of annoyance to him, an inconvenience that he had to put up with.
âNo no no, why are you crying? It's not like you're going to die, it's just one kidney you got two right? Just change up that soda diet of yours and you should be fine.â he spoke so casually of this like it was some normal thing, like he didn't break into your house and steal an entire organ. You couldn't speak let alone think anymore, tears streaming down your face in horror of what was happening. A disgusted look on Wilbur's face only added to it all. âYou know you're being quite rude here, I have like.. A headache and your whining is really not helping man that's not very poggers"
Wilbur looked down at you once more before turning around facing the door. âI have to go uhm don't tell anyone or you know or else?â he looked back for a second just staring at you, he got more annoyed this time letting it get him. âListen, I need it okay? You have your other one go use that, cutting back on some shit isn't the end of the world.â and with that he turned again leaving you in the bathroom to sulk before you could even say anything, leaving you alone in a cold, empty room, with only one kidney. What was he going to do with it? Probably sell it on eBay. He needs the money. The economy has been shit ok?
