Trigger warnings for: NSFW (obviously), this WILL get a bit descriptive, some dirty talk and KINKS
Enjoy!
It's been a few months since you and Quackity started dating. You were his secretary, and he slowly fell for you during your small morning chats. He asked you out one day, and you've been together ever since. However, you were still a virgin. It wasn't that you were saving yourself for marriage, you just wanted your first time to be special. Quackity had been patient and understanding, and you loved him for it.
One day, you were in the bathroom, bathing calmly. Quackity came into the room, his clothes already off. He climbed in behind you, your breath hitching as you felt two warm hands cup your breasts. Q pinched your nipples, making you squirm and moan "Quackity, what are you doing?" You asked, still squirming. Quackity hushed you, kissing the side of your neck as a hand trailed down between your thighs. His middle finger found your clit, and he began to rub slow sensual circles on it, drawing out a whine from you.
Even though this wasn't how you expected your first time to go, you weren't complaining. You could tell that your boyfriend was watching for any signs of discomfort from you, and it made you feel safe and loved. Quackity dipped his fingers into you, slowly thrusting them in and out as you clenched around him. Gently, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing the soft skin as he picked up the pace of his fingers. "So fucking gorgeous, just for me. You love this, don't you, little swan," he whispered. You whined and nodded, bucking your hips onto Quackity's fingers, silently begging him for more. "Needy little slut, huh?" Quackity teased, pulling his fingers out. You whined at the loss of sensation, but it was quickly cut off with a whine as you felt something prodding your entrance.
"Hope you know I have no plans of stopping anytime soon," Quackity said before pushing into you. You cried out in pleasure, your legs already shaking as he thrusted into you. He fondled your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. "So fucking beautiful, just for me to look at and worship," Quackity whispered. "Gonna fuck you so good you won't ever want someone else."
Let's just say... You ended up having a good night's rest afterwards.
Trigger warnings for: a/b/o universe, detailed NSFW bc I'm gay like that, PEGGING, body worship
I had fun writing this, so hopefully, you guys have fun reading it!!
ENJOYYYY!!!!
taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser
God. Fucking. Damnit.
Wilbur was out of heat suppressant pills. And he had a strong urge to fuck something. Or more specifically... someone.
He made his way out of his cabin, taking quick but measured steps towards Las Nevadas. Was he meant to be there? No. Was he going to go just to mess with Quackity and hopefully get to fuck him? Absolutely.
He snuck into Las Nevadas, quickly making his way to Quackity's office with a smug grin. His pheromones were releasing like crazy, and it made him want to fuck Quackity the second he saw him. But he wouldn't do that. Yeah, he was crazy, but he wasn't a monster. He followed the scent of Quackity's stress, grinning as he entered the office. "Well, if it isn't my favorite duck," he said mockingly. Quackity's head shot up, and he glared at Wilbur. "Hijo de la- What do you want, Wilbur," he snapped, flaring his wings angrily. "Oh calm down ducky, I just wanted to see you," Wilbur replied, his tone one he would often use on Tommy when treating him like a little kid.
Quackity's eyes narrowed, and he sighed angrily. "Whatever you want, forget about it. You're not getting shit from me," he hissed. Wilbur chuckled, his pheromones releasing into the air as he took long, steady strides toward Quackity. Quackity's eyes widened as he finally caught a whiff of Wilbur's scent, realizing why Wilbur was there. "You're in heat," he said. It wasn't a question. "Indeed I am, and I want you to let me fuck you. Just for tonight, and we can pretend it never happened. In return, I'll leave you and your country alone... for a while," Wilbur responded, grinning.
Quackity thought for a bit, eventually sighing and standing up. "Fine. But just this once. If you ever ask me for something like this again I'm killing you." "Understood," was all Wilbur said, walking to Quackity's side. "Por qué estoy haciendo esta chingadera," Quackity muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Wilbur asked, leaning down to plant a kiss on Quackity's neck. "Nothing," he responded, shuddering at the kiss to his neck. "I think you're lying," Wilbur said, almost teasingly as he reached for Quackity's belt.
Quackity's breath caught in his throat as Wilbur's fingers brushed over his length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked up, chasing Wilbur's touch. Wilbur chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips. "You that desperate? Fucking whore," he teased. "Shut up, I don't exactly have a lot of time for shit like this," Quackity huffed, gasping as Will wrapped his hand around Quackity's clothed dick, squeezing him.
"Fuck," Quackity hissed, gritting his teeth. Wilbur chuckled, slowly rubbing him. "Stupid little whore," he teased, pulling Quackity out of his seat and pinning him against the wall. Quackity let out a surprised quack as Wilbur pulled down his pants, biting his lip as he slipped the tip of his middle finger in him. "Ay, mierda," he murmured, arching his back to meet Wilbur's touch, making the ex-president laugh. "That needy already?" he teased. "Shut up!" Quackity snapped.
From somewhere only gods know where Wilbur pulled out a strap-on and lube. "Where in the fuck were you hiding that?" Quackity questioned. "Wouldn't you like to know," Wilbur said as he took off his clothes. He put the toy on, decidedly keeping his chest binder on as he lubed Quackity up. "Ay, that's cold," Quackity hissed. "Oh, calm down. I might hate you, but I don't want to hurt you when we're fucking," Wilbur snapped, his hips suddenly thrusting forward to thrust into Quackity.
"Fuck!" Quackity cried out, clenching around the toy as he struggled to breathe. He hadn't been fucked in so long, and the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. Arching his back, he grinded his hips against the toy, desperate for some form of satisfaction. Wilbur chuckled darkly, grasping Quackity's hips harshly to keep him still, drawing a whine from the man. "You have to say it, use your words," Wilbur teased, smirking.
"Kill yourself," Quackity growled, struggling against Wilbur's hold. "Awww, you're so mean!" Wilbur pouted, pretending to be hurt. He reached around, grabbing Quackity's cock and squeezing. "Use your words," he hissed, glaring at Q. Quackity whined, bucking his hips slightly. "Fine," he spat. "Hurry up and fuck me!"
Wilbur laughed, thrusting agonizingly slowly into Quackity. "That's good, but not good enough." Quackity whined, bucking his hips to get more friction.
"What, you want me to beg?"
"That is exactly what I want."
Quackity groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You're annoying," he huffed.
"I know."
Quackity gasped as Wilbur bucked his hips forward, shoving the toy even deeper. "Fuck," he whined, leaning against the wall. "Hm? What was that?" Wilbur asked. "Fuck me..." Quackity whimpered, his thoughts hazy already. Wilbur chuckled. "Already being fucked stupid, eh?" He asked, starting to thrust into Quackity, his pace slow and measured. Quackity moaned, arching his back to meet Wilbur's thrusts. "You bitch," he muttered. "How am I the bitch?" Wilbur questioned, harshly thrusting into Quackity. Letting go of Quackity's hips, Wilbur let his hands roam over Quackity's body, gently brushing over every scar, burn, and marks that have yet to fade. Quackity shuddered, his wings fluttering manically.
Leaning down, Wilbur gently nipped at the base of Quackity's wings, making him cry out in pleasure. He began to pepper kisses along Quackity's back, focusing on the area between his wings. "Fucking-" Quackity cut himself off with a moan as Wilbur nipped at the base of his wings. Wilbur sped up the pace of his thrusts, making Quackity cry out in pleasure.
"You bitch!" he whined, leaning heavily against Wilbur, who was palming him and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, his other hand wandering over Quackity's body. "Oh, calm down. I'm just making you feel good," Wilbur said, caressing one of Quackity's wings. "Fuck, so close," Quackity whined, thrusting into Wilbur's hand desperately.
Without warning, Wilbur squeezed Quackity's length, giving him the final push he needed. He spilled onto Wilbur's hand, whining. Wilbur chuckled and pulled out of him, kissing his neck. "Good boy," he teased, Quackity leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath. "Go fuck yourself," Quackity panted as Wilbur got dressed. Wilbur glanced back at Quackity, pulling his coat on. "I gladly will," he teased, walking out and leaving Quackity to clean himself up.
This will be short as I am currently on my way to school!
CloverLilly is proud to present a short fluff fic with Simpbur!
Tw for: nothing
Another day, another 24 hours with your boyfriend. Not that you minded! It was just that he was very clingy, and often drowned you in affection and gifts. Today was no different. You were cooking breakfast in the kitchen when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. "Morning," said Wilbur, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Morning my dear," you say affectionately, continuing to cook.
You two stayed like that until you gently shrugged him off so you could plate the food, earning you a whine from Wil. He followed you like a puppy, trying to keep you close. You chuckled, his clinginess never failing to amuse you. "C'mon, eat up," you say, shrugging him off again so you could sit down.
Once the both of you finished eating, you began to get ready for work, but it took you a while since Wilbur couldn't keep his hands off you. "Don't go," he whined. "Stay with me, I need you." "Wil, I have to work, and you have a stream to do," you say, kissing his neck to appease him. He moaned softly, always melting at any affection you give him. "But can't you stay with me for the stream?" he pleaded. "Wil," you said with a light laugh. "I have work." Wilbur whined, making it clear that wasn't what he wanted to hear "C'mon, just the first 10 minutes... I'll make it worth it, I swear," he begged, holding you tightly. You sighed, leaning into him "No, Wilbur, I have to go to work or I'll get in trouble," you explained before pulling away from him, earning you a glare. "I'll see you when I get back, ok?" "Fine," Wilbur grumbled, crossing his arms. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before making your way out of the apartment, knowing you'd have to comfort your sweet, clingy boyfriend when you returned.
The full moon is keeping the body awake (don't ask how, none of us know either)
So
SIREN SHORT
Possible trigger warnings for: verbal assault, sexual harassment, pedophilia, crime, and mentions of blades
You take Tommy's place! THERE IS NO SHIPPING HERE.
Reader is: gender neutral
taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser
You were walking home from Puffy's cafe, tired out of your mind. You had just spent the last few hours grinding coffee beans, pulling espresso shots, and being yelled at by stuck up pricks who weren't humble enough to be kind to people in customer service. On top of that, you burned your hand a good bit because some rude customer yelled at you while you were holding a pot of hot water. Damn bitches.
As you walked home, you couldn't help but notice footsteps behind you. Probably nothing. Maybe it was someone from the Syndicate trailing you to make sure you got home safe.
Even still, why were they so close?
You stopped and turned around, but before you could get a word out you were pinned against the rough brick walls of the houses lining the streets. Your mouth was covered by a rough hand, and you felt yourself being dragged into an alleyway. You tried to scream, but of course the sound was muffled. "Quiet, doll. Don't want anyone hearing you, do we?" a sinister voice snarled.
Your eyes widened. You recognized that voice. It was a customer from a few days ago who had asked you to be hook-up buddies with him. Obviously you declined because you're 17 goddamnit. But it looks like this guy didn't let up.
"You have such a pretty body, why put it to waste?" the guy asked, grinning as his unoccupied hand roamed over your body. You shuddered, feeling disgusted by this man's touch. You kind of regretted declining the Syndicate's discords for emergencies like this.
The man's hands wandered lower, but before it could reach anywhere undesirable a voice rang out.
"I suggest you take your hands off that barista," Siren said, standing at the mouth of the alleyway like some superhero from some shitty film. "And why should I? I had eyes on them first," the man snapped, pulling you closer to him. "Well, because not only am I terribly fond of their coffee, but so are other villains in this city. To the point where we would even kill just to keep them safe," Siren quipped. You rolled your eyes. Oh, so that's all you were to the Syndicate, sure. Just a good old barista with good coffee, mhm. Not like you saved their asses multiple times by healing them.
"I still had eyes on them first," the man protested, snapping you out of your train of thought. Even though Siren's eyes were covered, you could tell the villain was glaring. "You're, what, in your late 20s? The barista you're holding is 17," he said, barely restraining himself from sucker punching the guy.
Ok, you were done now.
You stomped on the guy's foot, making him yelp and let you go as he stumbled back. You glanced at Siren just in time, covering your ears as he spoke with honeyed words.
"Stay still."
You uncovered your ears, the man who had been holding you now laying still on the alleyway floor. "Little melody, wait for me outside. Yell if you need me," Siren said, walking past you and towards the stranger.
"Don't need to tell me twice," you muttered, almost immediately walking out of the alley and putting on your headphones.
What felt like 10 minutes later, you flinched as a hand rested on your shoulder. "Fuck off!" you shouted, quickly turning to see Siren standing there, an amused look on his face as he pocketed his butterfly knife. "'Fuck off'? That's how you intend on getting people to leave you alone?" he teased.
"Shut up, you scared me," you retorted. Siren pulled you into a hug, which surprised you. Nonetheless, you didn't fight back and just leaned into him, letting his warmth chase away the chilly night air that had settled in your bones. "Seriously, you alright?" he asked, his voice no longer tinged with metal from his voice changer.
"I'm fine, and turn that shit back on," you said. Siren grumbled, but did as you said. "Did he hurt you?"
"No."
"Did he do anything?"
"Only touched me. He was about to grab my arse when you showed up."
This made Siren tense up. "Damn bastard," he huffed. "You're staying at my place, T- Blade can make you some cocoa." "Oh, fuck yeah!" you exclaimed.
Siren walked you through the poorer side of town, up to where the upper-middle class people lived. He suggested watching a movie when they got to his place, but you declined. You were tired, and all you wanted to do was fall asleep on Wilbur's stupidly comfortable bed.
And sleep you did. With a belly full of warm, delicious hot cocoa, and ears full of the soothing sound of Wilbur's guitar.
Just got teased for being "autistic" (I'm suspected of having it and trying to get tested but as of now my only diagnosis is ADHD and depression) so heres a lil poem(?)
ADHD isn't all fun and game
It isn't being quirky all the time and silly and forgetful
ADHD can ruin your life
ADHD is being unable to focus when you need it most
ADHD is wishing you were normal
ADHD is being dependent on medicine to focus in class
ADHD is hating yourself for having a disorder you can't control
ADHD is being angry at everyone who says "I'm so quirky, I'm so ADHD"
ADHD can be fun, but not all the time.
ADHD is hating being on medicine
ADHD is constantly trying to direct yourself
ADHD is a disorder
ADHD is Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
ADHD is not fun and games
ADHD is wishing people understood better
ADHD can be hell
This is based on how I feel whenever I remember I have ADHD. It sucks, it's not fun, and I'm constantly belittling myself because I hate that I need medicine to control it
