"isn't it great? alivebur's finally gone, and you don't have to deal with that awful mess anymore. we can finally be happy, phil! phil, why are you sad?"
or: Love Letters AU, in which ghostbur thinks he's gotten a happy ending, but phil's not quite there with him. (i could talk about this au all day.)
Philbur omegaverse where Phil's the omega and Wilbur helps his dad through his heats. Maybe Phil is knowingly doing it, he has to raise him to be a good alpha after all. Maybe he doesn't realize what he's doing and Wilbur is just helping him out because that's what loved ones do.
Been thinking about young teen wil going to phil and telling him that shes a girl. Phil taking a second to decide how to handle it before
“well, if you’re my daughter now theres lots of things I need to teach you about”
He takes her upstairs to his bedroom and feeds her lies about a woman’s role.
He puts her cock in a cage. He explains that it will help her look and react to things more like a girl does.
They go to her room and bag up all her ‘boy clothes’. He lets her keep boxers for now, but says they’ll have to go get her skirts and dresses and panties to wear because “girls aren’t allowed to wear these things”
He tells her women aren’t allowed to leave the house without their husband’s or father’s permission. Girls also definitely cannot leave the house unless theyre fully clothed. So shes stuck inside, wearing nothing but boxers and the pretty cage her cock is in until phil finally brings home ‘girl clothes’ for her.
He sets the expectations. Phil goes to work, but girls dont go to school (this only works because phil had kept him at the all boys school). They stay home and keep the house clean and make meals. And they take care of the residents of the home.
Phil doesnt elaborate on what taking care of him means until she bends over wearing one of her dresses in the kitchen one day and he grabs her hips pushes her against the counter and fucks her thighs, making sure to bump into the cage between her legs as often as he can. Wilbur whines as phil calls her a good girl and coats her thighs in cum. He slaps her ass and tells her to finish dinner, so she does, with his cum slowly dribbling down her thigh. When she tries to go to the bathroom to clean up, phil grabs her and lays her over his knee, bruising her ass with his hand until shes sobbing, begging for him to stop, promising she’ll be good.
Later that night, phil explains better as he opens up her ass with his fingers. “Girls have pussies sweetheart, dont you want to have one too? You already have a pretty clit.” He pinches her cock through the cage.
The fingers, and plug, are uncomfortable, but wilbur just melts under him, reasoning that her dad wouldn’t steer her wrong in what girls do because hes been so good with it so far. He’ll take care of her, make sure that shes ready for a husband when shes old enough to leave.
(But what she doesn’t know is phil never plans to let her leave, he’s worked so hard to turn his daughter into his perfect trans tradwife. He’s not going to just let that walk away)
Wilbvr being an absolute brat to Ph¡l but still thinking the man will fuck him good if he begs for it later. Later comes and hes humping against Ph’s thigh desperate for attention. When Ph gives in with a smirk, grabbing a strap and using lidocaine as lube, fucking Wilbvr until he goes soft from the lack of sensation, sobbing about how he’ll be a good boy and “please ph¡l please”
I mentioned this idea very vaugely forever ago but uh philbur noncon with pølyjøy comfort at the very end okok happy new year
Wilbur put a lot of trust that Phil would be the exact same offline as he was through the computer screen. When they met up Wilbur didn’t… exactly know what to expect. There was a complete mental toss up in if Phil was going to be exactly what he expected or if he was going to be a different person entirely.
They met at a pub. Simple. Easy. Neutral ground except for the fact that Phil was from this area and had definitely been to this pub before and Wilbur knew no one and what if they all just cover for Phil because hes a good upstanding member of the community of course hes just going to make sure his friend finds a safe place to stay for the night after he had one too many there would be no problem with it—
Their meet up goes well. They fall into the same conversations they tend to drift toward on discord calls and Wilbur is fine, really hes fine. He can tell that he is feeling the alcohol a lot more than Phil is and thats fine really that doesn’t mean anything is wrong—
He goes to the bathroom. Trusting his “internet dad” to watch his drink. He comes back and Phil just smiles when Wilbur decides to get a new drink anyway, just in case. Wilbur makes up some sort of excuse about germs and the vibe not feeling right to questions that aren’t even being asked.
The next few drinks feel much stronger until he goes to order another and Phil holds him back with a “I think you’ve had enough mate.” Phil gets him a water and closes their tab. Wilbur desperately tries to ignore the unnecessary extra money that Phil slips the bartender as Phil leads him to a cab with gentle words and soft hands, somehow convincing him to stay at Phil’s house instead of the perfectly fine hotel Wilbur had booked.
A lot of the night is a blur after that. But the memory of waking up with a massive hangover, sore, with cum painted across his stomach and slowly dripping down his thigh as he stood wasn’t something that Wilbur could easily forget.
———a fairly large time jump here———
They hadn’t even had that much to drink. Just a few beers. They hadn’t even left Wilbur’s house. But the very suggestion of all of them sleeping in the same room left phantom hands grabbing him by his hips, groping his ass, stretching him open—
Wilbur shook his head. He was fine. That was a dream his therapist and Phil and Kristin had assured him time and time again that Phil would never have thought about touching him while he was too out of it to consent, never mind the fact that Phil isn’t into guys and why would he ruin their friendship for a quick fuck do you really think so low of him, Wilbur?.
Joe’s hand on his shoulder. “You alright?” And the story is tumbling from Wilbur’s lips, unbidden and firmly stating it was a dream but it messed with his head enough he has a hard limit on himself being intoxicated when approaching sex or staying in a new city alone.
A squeeze to his shoulder a kiss on both the cheek closest to Joe and the hand that Ash had grabbed at some point during the story.
Its Mark that suggests the cuddle pile instead and when Wilbur wakes up the next morning inside a pillow fort his boyfriends built around them he just smiles and curls up closer into the nearest one.
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I put this here on accident and couldn’t figure out how to remove it please just ignore it lol
Thinking about sbí family but Ph!l has groomed Wilbvr into his little wife.
Just the idea of T0mmy’s first words are calling a like 10 y/o Wilbvr Mama, and no one is correcting that thought. T3chno knowing its wrong but helping Ph!l keep his twin from realizing no other families are quite like theirs in exchange for being allowed to fuck him.
Ph!l inviting friends over after T0mmy and T3chno have long gone to bed, but Wilbvr is responsible for serving them beer and servicing their cocks.
Ph!l leaves for work and Wilbvr cleans house, makes sure the other two do their schoolwork (i’m imagining Ph!l puts them in an online school situation so they can’t accidentally tell anyone about their brother, and Wilbvr is easily manipulated that the work is too hard, that he’s too dumb to do any of it), has dinner ready for when Ph!l gets home, and greets him at the door on his knees with an open mouth.
Wilbvr is useless with technology. We know for a fact that his current computer/stream setup was picked out by Ph!l and Wilbvr just bought it. So Ph!l comes over to set up the PC, help Wilbvr get it running.
Ph!l on his hands and knees under Wilbvrs desk trying to make some semblance of cord management. He shifts to crawl out and sees Wilbvr with an odd look on his face. He goes to ask what’s wrong but finds fingers in his mouth, rendering him speechless.
Wilbvr only half seems in control of what he’s doing, staring at the way Ph!l lets his mouth close around the digits and instinctually runs his tongue across them. He finds it in his head to say “if you want me to stop I will” as the hand not currently halfway in Ph!ls mouth reaches for the zipper on his trousers.
Kr!stin being the one to figure out that Ph!l and Wilbvr have a crush on each other.
She sees how they both look at each other when the other isn’t looking. She’s not an idiot. But shes also not opposed to the idea. So she starts teasing Ph!l about wanting to fuck his internet son. She teases Wilbvr as well but to a lesser and less blatant extent. She tries to make it clear that as long as she knows it’s happening they can do it.
Wilbvr comes to stay the night at theirs when løvejoy stops near them for the night, as a break from sleeping on the tour bus.
Kr!stin doesn’t make it an hour until she bursts out with a “just fuck each other already.”
She quite enjoys the view of her husband fucking their “son” into their mattress. She can only hope this won’t be the only time she gets to see it.
