Nov 19, 2022
“look at me, look at me.”
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“look at me, look at me.”
hey poppyblr, to introduce myself, here are some excerpts from a request i've been working on for a couple of months now. its ph1lbvr, d0m w1ll/svb ph1l, comfort s3x with d4ddy k!nk & more
i'm still not done writing it, but it's currently 8.4k words long. follow me if you wanna read the full thing ;) (when i finally finish it 💀)
and you can check out my ao3 in the meantime..
cw for implied csa, no detail
Dr34m/W1lbur
This is just the intro of an old fic I figured I’d promote! The rest is on ao3 from username TurnipTimeBabyyy or by the title ‘A Deal With The Devil Is Better Than None’!
(You will also find a request book which as of right now has no requests finished but it IS open and I WILL get them done eventually, 💐 requests are welcome!)
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Wilbur stared hazily at the harsh light of the communication device in his hand, reflecting its soft, static green hue over his face and forcing his eyes into a squint. His fingers ran over his eyes, pressing against them to help them focus on the words in front of him, knowing they were surely important. It was rare he got a friendly message on this thing nowadays.
“Be here by eight, don’t be late- :)”
Wilbur groaned tiredly, quickly committing the coordinates to memory, snatching up his trench coat and slipping it over his shoulders as he walked and- yeah, he slept in his clothes, so what? He pointedly ignored any distractions as he made his way to the designated meeting spot, occasionally pulling out the device to check that he was on the right track.
His hands absentmindedly trailed across various branches and bushes, somehow calmed by the slightly wet, moss-coated bark, it clearly having rained the night before. Eventually, Wilbur came across a small clearing. He didn’t bother to check the coordinates as his gut told him he was exactly where he needed to be.
Dream, as he always did, came as if on a cue Wilbur couldn’t hear, stepping lightly along a particularly thick branch directly opposite where Wilbur stood. He would have been intimidated by the man stood above him, would have been shocked and bewildered that Dream didn’t seem to make a sound, but he’d been doing this long enough that it was too tiring to care for the blondes dramatics.
Yet each step forward made Wilbur’s heart pound and chest tighten with an unidentifiable feeling that pooled in his gut like a parasite, and when Dream finally spoke it sent a chilling shiver through his entire body, hands twitching with aggravation and breath catching in his throat with a hitch as those two dot-eyes seemed to dig into his very soul.
“Hello, Wilbur.”
“Dream.” Wilbur acknowledged with a curt nod, choosing not to say anything more out of fear that the other would hear the tremble in his voice, would notice the way his words wavered. He forced himself to maintain eye contact, or as close as you could get to that when the other person adorns a mask, that damned mask.
There was a long silence between the two of them, both seemingly waiting for the other to crack, or perhaps Wilbur was looking too deeply into something surface level, because when Dream, surprisingly, finally spoke, his words came out far too casual, with a certain undertone that made Wilbur’s skin itch uncomfortably.
“I have a proposition for you, Soot.” Dream smoothly slid down from the branch he was on, landing firmly on the ground with a barely audible grunt, but Dream made no move to come closer, even as Wilbur backed away slightly.
“I’ll give you what you want, what you’ve been wanting for, what? Years now?” Dream said almost mockingly, “I’ll allow all of your precious friends complete and utter freedom and, hell, I’ll even give you my personal protection if you so please. You can have complete and unchallenged independence…”
Dream took a few agonisingly slow steps forward, Wilbur feeling an all too familiar deep-seated panic settling in as the other approached, the mask resting over Dreams face was lifted ever so slightly and Wilbur could make out a wide, almost manic grin, the words came out of his mouth before he could properly process them, “What’s the catch?”
There was a long pause as Dream finally stood before Wilbur, backing him against a surface Wilbur could vaguely recognise to be a tree through his clouded thoughts, “What the fuck do you think you’re do-“
“You’re an attractive man, Wilbur. You know that?” Dream leaned forward slightly, so close yet somehow not touching Wilbur with even a single breath of air. He was somehow overbearing in his presence and yet so far away in that Wilbur’s mind the words seemed too quiet to hear.
“I- What…?”
“You could even be considered pretty, if you didn’t fucking pester me all the time.” Wilbur practically seethed at the way Dream spoke of his revolution like a tired parent would talk about a child’s antics, yet his mouth was sealed shut and he couldn’t seem to make a single sound let alone voice his thoughts to the man.
Dream apparently took this moment of pause as an opportunity to swiftly press himself firmly against Wilbur, and despite Dream being noticeably shorter he managed to tower above Wilbur almost as if both threatening and caressing him, knee sliding between Wilbur’s legs and hand pressing against his collarbone, where he could so easily move up just ever so slightly to choke him as he pushed the brunette further into the tree behind him.
“What? Still haven’t figured it out, Soot? I assumed you were smarter than this, but I suppose I should have expected such oblivious naivety from someone by the likes of you.”
“Just tell me what you want and I’ll fucking give it to you, I’ve no patience for your dramatics, Dream.” He snapped out, having to will the words from his mouth and barely hiding the waver in his voice from doing so. He didn’t, however, manage to hide his wince as Dream spoke up.
“Dramatics? I’m hurt, truly, but I feel I’m being quite obvious with what I want from you right now,” dreams other hand snakes down to Wilbur’s midriff, slipping slowly under the others iconic yellow sweater, running slowly along the pale skin of his abdomen.
Silently, Dreams hand slipped upwards, brushing lightly over Wilbur’s chest, who barely stifled a gasp, which clearly didn’t work because he could practically feel Dreams smug, far-too pleased smile under his mask.
“I want you, Soot. Will you trade your body to me for L’Manburg?”
“What do you… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dream.” Wilbur said, voice significantly lower than before, eyes darting wildly as he desperately struggled to figure out what the actual fuck was going on. Dream was asking for manual labour, right? Of all the things Wilbur would be willing to give away, working for a couple hours certainly wasn’t the worst. That had to be it- he couldn’t want-
“Prime, if you didn’t have such a cute fucking face I’d have lost my shit with you months ago, Soot.” Dream sighed loudly, both hands tensing against Wilbur before Dream lifted his head fully, moving impossibly closer as the hand that once pressed into Wilbur’s chest slid down towards the hem of his pants, while the other slid towards his neck, holding him down with a surprising gentleness.
“In return for your friends freedom, I want you to give up your body to me. Just temporarily, of course.” At Wilbur’s ever-hesitant expression Dream continued, “I want you to submit yourself to me, Wilbur. I want you to let me use you however I please in exchange for L’Manburg.”
The determination in Wilbur’s eyes said everything Dream needed to know, but he decided he didn’t mind waiting the long game for now. It’d be worth it in the end.
“I-“
“Do we have a deal, pretty boy?”
The silence seemed to echo across the entire SMP, and just for a moment Wilbur couldn’t think, couldn’t breath. The name made Wilbur tense up in ways he forgot he could, made parts of his body he didn’t even know existed shiver. Slowly, his mind began to process the situation.
There was one thing he knew for damn certain; he’d do anything for the people of L’Manburg.
He forced his head into a nod.
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Rest is on ao3 from username TurnipTimeBabyyy or by the title ‘A Deal With The Devil Is Better Than None’! Please be sure to read the tags as it contains some things which may be triggering or uncomfortable to read!
Criticism is welcome but please he kind about it! Small tweaks is okay but nobody wants a whole 8 paragraphs!
Tømbvr is cool and all but where are all my tømzø enjoyers?? Tømbøø?? sπ33gzo and or sπ33gboo?? ANYTHING BESIDES TØMBVR AND BØWSPAM?? PLEASE WHERE IS THE VARIETY 😭😭
wil deserves to be fucked silly for being this cute
new tombur fic!
tws: rape, underage, power imbalance
title: Your Biggest Fan
summary: T0mmy is overjoyed to hear that his favorite band, L0vejoy, is going on tour and is coming to his city. He goes to the concert and his idol, W1lbur, seems to meet his gaze more than once. He's brought back stage and back to the singer's hotel. It wasn't at all what T0mmy expected.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42916098
welcome to tumblr all poppy twitter members !! hope you enjoy your stay. i write tombur and bowspam...
oh my god ran is so fucking hot. i wanna give him some good head