#clinicbur

[wrenthewriterishere]

ive been getting back into Tcfsv so….

Villain!Wilbur X trans masc-vigilante!reader

reader doesnt really have powers, theyre just really good with a sword and bow. And Wilbur has his like. Mind control voice. Reader is on patrol, and Wilbur comes to find them, they insist he leaves and waits till they get home, but he doesn’t listen, because he wants kisses and hugs :]

🌙 anon

My comfort fic istg I love it sm, idk what drugs Bones put in there but I’m ADDICTED!

also yes so cute.

Villain!Wilbur x Trans Masc Vigilante!Reader

The night was quiet—too quiet for a city that breathed chaos with every exhale. You crouched on the ledge of a rusting fire escape, fingers tightening on the worn grip of your bow. Below, the alleys twisted in silver shadows, but nothing stirred.

Your chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, the air cool against the heat of your skin. You were sweating under your makeshift armor, but you didn’t complain. This was what you chose. No powers. No tricks. Just steel, discipline, and a sense of right carved deeper than your scars.

A whisper broke the silence.

Not a real whisper—no, it curled around the edge of your mind like silk wrapping your thoughts.

“You’re too tense, love. Breathe for me.”

You froze. A low hum of familiar annoyance and—ugh, fondness—rushed through your chest.

“…Wilbur.”

From the alley behind, soft footsteps padded closer. A shadow detached itself from the wall, tall and too graceful to be anything human. His coat billowed like it had its own personality, trailing ink-dark behind him, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. His voice still thrummed through your skull in waves of honey.

“It’s Siren, actually,” he smirked, voice lilting. “I worked hard on the branding.”

You sighed, already jumping down from the fire escape to meet him.

“You shouldn't be here,” you hissed, adjusting the sword on your back. “I told you—I’m working tonight. This area’s hot. If a hero sees you—”

“I’ll kiss them too. Problem solved.”

You stared.

Wilbur smiled wider, and you hated how charming he looked under moonlight. A dangerous kind of beautiful. The kind of beautiful that got people killed if they weren’t careful.

“I told you to wait at home,” you tried again, more firm. “I don’t care how bored you are.”

“I’m not bored,” Wilbur pouted, stepping closer, his voice brushing against your ears like velvet. “I’m needy.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Do not use your Voice on me.”

He tilted his head. “I’m not.”

(He was. Just a little.)

You scowled and turned your back, beginning to stalk toward the next street. Wilbur followed, boots echoing behind you like a lazy cat. His presence was warm and maddening.

He practically whined. “I missed you. You said one patrol. It’s been four hours, darling.”

“There were complications,” you muttered, scaling a low roof. “Dream and 404’s been sniffing around again. I had to make sure they didn’t—”

“I don't care about the Hero’s.” His voice sharpened just slightly—still sweet, but carrying that edge that made your spine straighten. “I care about you.”

You didn’t answer.

Wilbur climbed up beside you and leaned against a chimney, watching your profile in the dim. Then, softly:

“Would a single kiss slow you down that much?”

You gave him a long look. “Yes. It would.”

He grinned, cocky and unrepentant. “Perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, turning away again—but his hand brushed yours. Not commanding. Not controlling. Just there.

You let out a breath.

“…Fine. One kiss. Then you go back. Deal?”

“Deal.” He lit up like a match.

You grabbed his collar, tugged him close, and kissed him hard—quick but deep, enough to make his stupid smirk fade into a soundless sigh against your lips. When you pulled away, he looked dazed.

You patted his cheek. “Go home, Wilbur.”

“…Can I get one more for the walk?”

You shook your head, smirking despite yourself. “You’ll survive.”

He pouted but relented, turning to slink back into the night, his voice echoing faintly as he went.

“Still think you like my Voice…”

You rolled your eyes and knocked an arrow, heart lighter than it had been all night.

[e1izaaxkles]

“Siren..”

Sirenbur x oc

Prologue

Waking up and stretching my arms way above my head, I throw the covers off my body over in the left direction. I get off my bed, stand up, and walk into my bathroom, rubbing my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. “Can’t believe I’m still living in this shitty apartment..” I mutter to myself. I brush my teeth and comb out my midnight blue hair before walking back into my bedroom and over to my closet, getting out my work uniform and changing into it quickly. My work attire consisted of a short, tan pencil skirt and a white button-up which I normally pair with black heels and a long coat since Brighton is always cold. I grab my phone and purse, shove my phone into my purse, and walk out the door, making my way to the elevator. My neighbor, Wilbur, steps out of his apartment looking extremely tired. He’s wearing a black button-up with navy dress trousers that are paired with a coat and Doc Martens. ‘He looks nice today.’ I think to myself. “Hey, Wilbur,” I say as he stands beside me. “Oh, hello, Eliza. How have you been this week?” He asks as we both wait for the elevator which takes such a long time since we live on the top floor. “I’ve been good, how’ve you been?” I continue the conversation, trying to be polite. Wilbur has always seemed like such a strange character. He doesn’t talk to people unless he’s seen their faces many times and never under any circumstances lets anyone into his apartment. He freaks out when you ask! “I’ve uh- I’ve been okay.” He responds. Once the elevator finally gets to our floor and saves me from this awkward situation we both go on and Wilbur presses ‘L’. “So, uh- Eliza. You’ve never really told me where you work.” “Oh! I work at the police station, I’m a detective. Right now we’re trying to figure out what the hell Siren is planning.” I say a sigh of annoyance leaves my lips at the end of my sentence. “Y’know, maybe he’s just- taking a break?” “Well, I’m also kinda obsessed with Siren… I am just dying to know what he looks like under the mask!” I say as I imagine what he looks like under that damn mask. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Wilbur’s soft giggles, I turn to look at him to be met with the softest, cutest face I have ever seen. Before I can say anything else I hear the ding which means we’ve made it to the lobby floor. Me and Wilbur walk out of the elevator and walk opposite ways since he parks in the parking garage and I walk to work. “Cya later, Will!” I shout as I walk backward, seeing him hold up the peace sign as he walks out into the parking garage. I walk out of my apartment complex and walk to work which is only a few minutes away. Once I arrive I prepare myself for the dickheads that are my colleagues before walking into the building. I walk in and go straight to my office, ignoring all the stairs that everyone is giving me. “Oh! Eliza, you finally decide to show up. You’re gonna have to work later tonight.” My boss, Sebastian says. “What! Why?!” I snap. I hate having to work late! “Because we need you to try and get more evidence.” “Evidence from where?! And for what? We only have one concern right now and that’s to find out what Siren is planning!” I yell. Sebastian only has one care in the world and that’s money. As long as he has money he’s fine. And that’s probably why I’m still living in my shitty-ass apartment. “Whatever. I still want you to work late. Hang out with Greg or something. I don’t care.” He says as he walks out of my office. I groan and close the door. He loves torturing me! Guess I better make the most of this.

11 p.m. rolls around way too fast. I only have to stay in this stupid office for what, two more hours? Sebastian told me before he left that I just had to stay until 1 a.m. Then I can leave. I pick up the tennis ball on my desk and throw it up, catching it in my left hand and doing the same, throwing it with one hand and catching it with the other. I do that for about 30 minutes before I get bored. I pull out my phone and turn on a movie. This should last until 1. And I was right. 1 a.m. rolls around at the end of the movie and I get up, putting my phone back in my purse and walking out of the building. As I’m about to walk past an alleyway I get pulled into it, a large hand slapping over my mouth. The person pins me to the brick wall, their hand still on my mouth. I look at the person in shock. ‘I-is that…’ “Siren..?” I whisper into his hand. The blue fabric that covers his eyes looks so perfect with his curly brown hair. I came to notice that he hasn’t shaved since there’s stubble on his chin and under his nose. He takes his hand away from my mouth, a smirk forming on his face. “Hello, little one.” He mutters. “W-what… What are you and the syndicate planning?” Is the first thing I say to him, it’s the only thing that comes to mind. “Oh, you’ll have to work for that answer, sweetheart.” He says. “W-what do you mean?” “I mean… work for me, sexually…” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine. Why does he have to be so hot? I gulp, nodding hesitantly. “I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you to do anything.” “N-no! I want to!” I shout out at him, immediately clamping a hand over my mouth out of pure embarrassment. “Good girl.” He whispers in my ear one last time before nipping at my neck.

[listenheresweaty]

MASTERLIST

image ain't mine

these fics are old and don’t reflect my current understanding of the character. God bless

THIS BLOG WRITES FOR C!WILBUR BUT DOES NOT SUPPORT CC!WILL GOLD OR HIS ACTIONS.

if you want to read my works and avoid Wilbur content, here are your options:

(link to be added)

WHAT I WILL AND WON’T WRITE:

all content is SFW and usually with a gender neutral reader (I can’t think of anything I’ve written without a gn reader but idk there may be one)

*I accept xreader headcanon requests for Mandela Catalogue Characters: Mark, Cesar, Adam, Jonah. If any such are sent to me I’ll make a separate master list for them*

Dsmp:

C!Quackity (romantic or platonic)

c!technoblade (preferably platonic but I can add romantic undertones ig)

C!purpled (PLATONIC!!!!)

c!tommy (PLATONIC!!!!!)

c!wilbur (Lmanbur, Pogbur, limbobur, revivebur, utahbur)

Clinic!bur (supervillain siren)

Sirenbur (literal siren 🧜‍♀️)

Faebur

Passerinebur

vampirebur

Spook!bur (bur that is a ghost, not ghostbur from the DSMP)

cryptidbur

piratebur

wingedbur

if there are any more burs you’d like to add, let me know.

QPR’s for platonic characters are accepted, as long as they have no sexual or explicit romantic themes. I will NOT write: cc!wilbur, simpbur/incelbur, ghostbur, q!wilbur, c!dream, any NSFW content, pregnancy/parenthood (I might make small exceptions but I will be the judge of what I write— keep parenting stuff out of any asks you send me), yandere stuff, ongoing self harm or abuse (allusions to past experiences is okay but let’s be respectful).

ANON ASKS:

Limbobur general headcanons

Revivebur angst

Pogbur Alphabet

Period comfort

MY WORKS:

That one revivebur thing that turned into a series:

Part one

Part two

Part Three

Part four

Part five (coming (?) soon (?))

Revivebur with a magma cube hybrid reader: part one, part two

Siren/Clinicbur x reader: coming soon!(?)

Dead as Disco (Revivebur x reader): here

Revivebur fic from 2021: here

Food For thought/ Chefbur au:

Part One

Part Two (kind of)

credit for the divider goes to @firefly-graphics

[e1izaaxkles]

“Siren..”

The prologue can be found here!

A Sirenbur x oc fanfiction

In this thrilling story, an ordinary detective, Eliza, meets one of the many villains in the city and makes a deal with him that he can use her body as long as he tells her about the syndicate. Things take a turn and she falls in love with him, she denies it at all costs but she's so happy when she's with him! She can't help but fall in love with him. But, wait... he reminds her of her weird neighbor Wilbur... no! This can't be happening. She can't be falling in love with two guys that she knows. Read to find out if she chooses Siren or Wilbur. But why should she have to choose when she could have both?

This is all make-believe!!! So sorry if some of this stuff doesn't make sense.

Hey guys!!! So, I don't know much about Sirenbur so most of my knowledge is coming off of fics I've read. Also just so you know this story contains smut, alcohol, cheating(kind of), and mentions of blood. Also, sorry if this is shit, I am trying my best.

[heartofwritiing]

not going to lie it takes a lot to make me blush and that siren fic made me blush so hard

TYSM 😭 im so glad you liked it anon!

ive got two more siren fics sitting in the back burner of my brain i really want to write and they're very self-indulgent and silly! 🤭