#vilbur x reader

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Can I request different Wilbur variety’s with a reader who is very peaceful and dislikes violence?

Ooooh...pascifist reader. Ultimate innocence against our unhinged lover boy? Don't. Mind. If. I. Do.

Warnings: Does not follow the Dream SMP Season 1 Timeline very well

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L'manbur

Now Wilbur in the beginning wishes he could've done this without violence.

And then y'know...things escalated and that changed drastically.

You had been an adoring face for ages to the General and imagine his surprise when the one he loved nearly vomited at the sight of a gash along his cheek

"Darling?! Darling are you okay?! Is it the blood? I can go wash it off really quickly!"

No it wasn't the blood you would confess

It was that you couldn't stand the thought of him going out and fighting for his life and passion.

You would explain and things would twist.

Wilbur would turn to more negotiating terms much to Tommy's dismay

An agreement would be reached on shaky terms and bows and swords would be at the ready.

An unsteady treaty with fine lines and disagreeable terms on the L'manberg side but it kept things at ease for a long while. A while enough that Wilbur could figure out a way to finish this cold war quickly.

Needless to say the word ‘war’ is used and war always means violence, which you did not like.

Wilbur was careful in his attacks and being the clever fellow he is was able to manage independence under the guise of many many zombie, creeper, and even skeleton “accidents”

Wilbur would go to any lengths for those and that of which he loves, and if that means hiding a few bombs and traps behind unknowing enemy lines then so be it.

Alivebur (AKA Vil!bur)

He loves you no doubt

And he hates it when you despair and worry and fret and blah blah blah

It makes his gut turn and his head pound

He knows there’s no other way to finish this. No other way to “save” L’manberg

He’s ready to give it all up with whatever it takes

Wilbur wishes you weren’t like this

He wishes you didn’t choke on air when you smelled gunpowder and blood on his clothes

“I know baby, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

He tells you this so much it might as well be tattooed on his tongue.

Then he finally blows it all up and he does it right to your face.

You don’t grieve for him very long as the reminder of his violence drowned away and built over.

Ghostbur (Follows Vilbur)

Ghostbur doesn’t like violence much either and is constantly agreeing with you

It’s strange and wonderful how different Ghostbur is from the Wilbur you knew

“Let’s look away okay? Here come play with Friend for a bit and I’ll come get you when it’s all over!”

You followed him to Logstedshire (I hope I spelt that right) and endured the days and nights that Dream visited while you and Ghostbur did as well

You helped him forge the compasses and couldn’t help but think:

Maybe Wilbur dying was the best thing that could’ve happened for you.

It isn’t long before you and Ghostbur are in a relationship

One that didn’t fight but talked out their issues

One that communicated and avoided conflict, even if it meant burying it in the past.

“What’s worse, hearing BadBoyHalo say fuck or blowing up an entire nation?”

Now when THIS happens? 

“I did what?”

It isn’t long before Quackity is on your shit list. A dislike of violence isn’t a dislike of hate

It takes about a week to get Ghostbur out of that stupor and even then he’s fingering blue and apologizing for the littlest things.

Philza steps in and tries to help. 

Really in turn of Ghostbur dealing with a reader who dislikes violence it’s more of Reader helping Ghostbur with his violent past

Simpbur/Yanderebur

Alright, you don’t like violence?

He invites you to play racing games and simulations

Animal Crossing on nights you don’t want to go out and flowers and take-out in the park when you do.

Simpbur knows the world is pretty violent and the fact you dislike it makes his bones tingle every time a stranger cat calls or wolf whistles at you down the street

He’s very discreet with his dealings and tends to sneak away vigilante style when he has a target pinned.

“I’ve just got to run to the bathroom love okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

Comes back with torn knuckles and a cut across his cheek.

“I fell a bit and got a little angry. Please don’t be sad, I’m okay.”

Of course in situations like this sometimes violence is unavoidable.

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...well then

How’s everyone doing? Happy New Year’s and I’m gonna go collapse with my cat before I do it here.

[killmurderfuck]

Guitar lessons with the Burs?

Ooooooohhhh

Simpbur has one of those electric guitars you can plug in. It has a stains from spilled drinks, stray pieces of pizza, and years of wear and tear. But when he find out his darling wants some guitar lessons? This man tries his best to make it look as spiffy as the day he was born

Lmanbur runs a hand through his hair, laughing breathily. Sure love, he would say, just come join me tonight on top of the burger van for a lesson under the stars :)

Vilbur simply laughs in your face. Cackles, is more like it actually. You think that he [*wheeze*] is going to teach you how to play the guitar?

...he did it anyways

Pogtopiabur doesn't even look up from the stack of papers he's staring at when you ask him. Instead he waves you off with a generic response along the lines of "I think techno has that" or "whatever you say" :(

Ghostbur claps his hands together, cooing with excitement. He's so excited to teach you! Now he's just gotta ask around to see if anyone's seen his glimmering mahogany instrument!

If only anyone knew

Revivebur blanches for a bit. He had forgotten he had even played the damn thing. After revival, music had been the last thing on his mind, much less making it himself. But hey, if that's what you want he'll gladly dig around for the old thing

[listenheresweaty]

c!wilbur X reader Headcanons

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this is stuff I had sent around as asks to old friends and am now posting— some additions have been made to the pogbur one.

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I believe Revivebur would not be able to handle flirting. I’m talking old-fashioned Victorian flirting: showing up at his house (Phil’s house, we all know the man is a squatter) with flowers, writing him poetry, kissing him on the back of the hand— you know.  it’s the one kind of flirting that would be most effective because he doesn’t know how to react to it. He can’t get his guard up on time, so he’s just left flabbergasted. Absolutely bamboozled, mouth open, eyes wide, completely stunned. The first time at least.  not that all the following times go any smoother for him.

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Pogtopia Wilbur finding love letters around his room in the ravine. Anonymous, always some sickly sweet poem. His first reaction is paranoia, then anger, then a mix of the two— who’s sending these? Are they joking? What are they planning?

But he can’t bring himself to throw them away. He keeps them stashed in his pockets and under his ratty mattress. As time goes on, he actually lets himself smile at the notes sometimes. Reread them, even, when he’s laying down on his bed with only a flickering lamp for company.

But he never tries to figure out who’s sending them. He avoids it, actually, in fear that it’ll become too real if he ever sees his admirer’s face. That if he finds out who it is, he’ll ruin that relationship too.

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thinking about revivebur and baths

in a completely sfw sense---- with the combination of water temperature and body heat, him taking a bath with his s/o must be very warm. thaws out any chill or ache from spending eons in limbo

its not much of a bath and more of a cuddle session while mostly submerged in hot water

you make up for pulling him out of the tub (which he sleepily protested) by wrapping him in a towel and drying off his hair, letting him go limp as he clings onto you, eyes closed as you rub the towel into his scalp

and afterwards, the feeling of being clean as he slips into bed? its heaven. best sleep he's gotten in a while. 

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Thinking about Lmanbur.

Finding wilbur asleep at his presidential desk and carrying him to his chambers despite being a little over half his height. Maybe he wakes up halfway to the room, and he’s just being carried around like a doll. Imagine if he flails around in surprise and ends up knocking the both of you over. 

S c a l p.        m a s s a g e s.  during the stressful time of the election

Imagine coming in late at night to find him still working at his desk. The two of you start talking, and you end up on the floor, sitting across from each other, toes touching and knees brought up to your chests (his back against his desk and yours against the wall). At one point he starts talking about the war, and it turns to him holding out his hands, palms facing up. You meet him in the middle, reaching out your own hands to hold his, gently tracing the scars. Eyes soft and downcast, he stares at his hands as you pet them, murmuring some quiet thoughts about the effects of the war and the difficulty of being president— the distant look in his eyes almost suggesting that he’s talking to himself. But then he looks up at you, face grim and tired and so worn, yet relieved that there’s at least one person he can be human with, without the constant fear of accidentally ruining their image of a confident, silver tongued president and revolutionary (no matter how hard you try and assure him that nobody would think less of him if he showed weakness for once– especially not tommy. But it's like talking to a brick wall). You hold your arms out, open, and he just pitches forward slowly, head coming to rest on your chest as he slumps against you. His hair tickles your face and you scrunch up your nose, running a hand through the brown curls to flatten them away from his face… which makes him sigh happily at the feeling and go limp. Eventually he falls asleep. 

Offering a kiss for every hour he sleeps and abstains from work. He sleeps for eight hours? Eight kisses in the morning! He sleeps for only three? Only three. Good incentive, but you can hardly convince yourself to stick to the plan and always end up giving him more kisses than he had “earned”-- because in reality he deserves all of them.

[milqueandsugar]

Hello may I request some Vilbur, Techno or Fundy who has absolutely no sense of personal space and an easily flustered s/o? 😔👌🏼👌🏼 Thank youu

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw

Genre: fluff

| Technoblade |

When techno is comfortable with someone all sense of boundaries are lost

In piglin culture it's normal for packs to be incredibly close, and you Ranboo and Philza are his pack

You had been living with him for a while and got used to his surprisingly touchy ways

Resting his head on yours when hes tired, playing with your hair, braiding it even if you let him, hell he even asks you to help put on his corset from time to time

But when you guys started dating? Yeah absolutely no boundaries with him

Walking around in only a towel after showers, sleeping far less clothes then he used to, holding your hand when doing chores with you

With phil in his own home he could be as free as he liked with you, well, that's what he thought until you sat him down one day

"Tech we need to talk"

" Is there something wrong, Aphrodite?"

"Y-yes its.. just for the love of the gods put some clothes on "

You gesture to his shirtless state and he looks down then back at you

"Would that make you more comfortable to talk to me"

"No! No that's it the that's the conversation, I love you tech, and this is your home as much as it is mine, but when I'm doing chores or doing something, itd be nice of you weren't a uh.. distraction"

"Am I distracting you, Y/N?"

"..no"

Needless to say you got railed that night

| Vilbur |

Wilbur wasnt always like this

You weren't sure exactly when this started but you had two Main theories

1) that between the abuse of training and isolation of pogtopia he would take any soft touches and love he could get

2) he finally realized how bad his touch and affected you

You were currently laying in your shared bed, his head resting on your chest as he left the occasional kiss, almost to signify that he was still awake

His hands wandered up and down your clothed sides, occasionally pulling st the hem of your shirt or Jeans

"Wilbur?"

"Hmm?"

"This is kind of a weird question...".

"I'm kind of a weird guy, hit me with it"

Taking in a deep breath you continue,

"Why are you so... touchy all of a sudden? I'm not complaining, but I'd like to know"

Chuckling wilbur sat up, legs either side of your own as he leaned forward to caress our cheek

"Because I love seeing how red you can get"

The words alone brought heat to your cheeks

Turning your head Wilbur left a few fleeting kisses across the scarlet skin before leaning down to your ear

"So pretty"

| Fundy |

Fundy is the king of clingyness

If you're anywhere within a ten mile radius expect him to have him holding you

Fundy has never had anything that was his, and anything that was wasnt around for too long

He couldn't bare losing anything else, let alone you

Unfortunately this tends to lead to him startling you with unexpected hugs

One time you were chopping veggies for dinner when a sudden warmth poked at your back

"AHH-"

"Dont scream! It's just me!"

"Jesus Fundy! I was cutting stuff! I could have cut you!"

"You're... you're facing away from me"

That earned him a pickle to the fore head

Though his sudden affection has led to several accidents, you wouldn't have it any other way

Okay maybe you'd like him to stop coming after you from behind but the rest is okay!

"Arent I supposed to e the skittish one?"

"You regularly attack me!"

"With what, love?"

[straighttohellbuddy]

Now that I've had like a year's worth of space from it, I actually think the Vilbur/Villain!Reader fic holds together pretty well as it stands as a series of vignettes. I'll need to clear it up once I'm off my flight and train, but yeah, fuck it lets ball. Villain!Reader/Vilbur fic tonight baybee

[lucky-peoqle]

reunions and beloveds | c!wilbur soot

requested ? : yes !!

“c!revivedbur finding reader after asking tommy about them and just fluff and happy reunion :]”

pairing : c!revivedbur x reader (gender neutral)

warnings : swearing, fundy is mentioned a lot.

a/n : okay, so in this everyone is like their skins or the fanon hcs. like ranboo is an enderboy n tubbo has lil horns !! finally back to writing !! i’ve been in a weird funk abt writing so sorry about that ! all i gotta say is revivebur my beloved <3

he was alive.

wilbur soot was alive and breathing.

he didn’t know how, but he was.

all he could remember was dream dropping off a version of him, the version of him looked …. discolored and his face burning as tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and wilbur leaving him behind.

he look around his surroundings. ‘what the fuck is this,’ the man thought, looking at the alter type thing in front of him.

“oh fuck…,” he heard from behind him.

he turned, recognizing the voice. the corner of wilbur’s mouth twitched into a smirk.

“oh hello again.”

“awe fuck you,” the blonde boy said.

“really tommy? that’s all i get? come on! i’m alive for crying out loud! tommy, i have a second chance at life,” he somewhat shouted, laughing.

“calm yourself wilbur- here have some blue,” tommy threw it in his direction, hoping he’d catch it.

“don’t give me that shit-,” he said, walking away, looking out at what use to be l’manburg.

“oh shit,” he laughed, “oh fuck! did i do this?”

“yes!” tommy shouted angrily, “this is yours, take it,” he said, handing wilbur the lead to friend.

“no it’s not, who the fuck is that?”

“i- it’s friend?”

he ignored him, obviously not interested in the sheep. tommy sighed defeated, “at least take your sword.”

wilbur took his sword from him gratefully, he looked back down at…. l’manburg, looking at a certain goat boy and…. enderboy?

“tubbo! my man! look at you! aren’t you the president of this place? you don’t look very president-like,” wilbur laughed, walking down to the boy, ruffling his hair, careful not to hit tubbo’s small horns.

“well…. thing’s have certainly changed,” tubbo nervously laughed, fixing his hair.

“and who’s this? ronbow… ronboo?”

“that’s ranboo to you, pal,” tommy said defensively behind him, a scoff escaping him.

“ah okay, ranboo, hello!”

“yeah, um… hi?” ranboo said, somewhat awkwardly.

“wilbur, what did you do to ghostbur,” tommy demanded, “is he still in there or?”

“who? oh, ghostbur. i know him, yes. the discolored guy who looks like me. he’s stuck in my limbo now,” he chuckled.

“what do you mean?”

“my limbo is a train station, tommy. a never ending train station. finally, a train came, you know who was in that train? ghostbur and dream! he dropped off ghostbur and brought me here!”

“….dream?” tommy let out.

“dream! dream my hero!”

“… your- your hero!? that’s bullshit!”

“wait- wait! the memories are coming back! ghostbur lived in the sewer, it’s down here!” wilbur started to move down, but abruptly stopped once he remembered something very important.

how could he forget?

how could he forget his own damn significant other?

he needed to see them. now.

he wondered how they were doing. god, how he missed them.

their touch, their hugs, their kisses, their everything.

he turned to tommy, a look in his eye the blonde couldn’t recognize.

“what now wilbur?”

“where’s y/n?”

tommy let out a chuckle, “i’m not taking you to them, you hurt them enough.”

“tommy, you have to take me to them.”

“i won’t! you don’t deserve to see them after what you made them go through!”

“fine. i’ll just kill you then,” he said, lifting up his sword.

“WHAT? okay! FINE,” tommy said frantically, “just put down your sword!”

“good, you lead the way.”

so, tommy and wilbur said their goodbyes to ranboo and tubbo and set off.

y/n was settled in wilbur and their’s shared home. it was big enough for the both of them, very cozy.

a small cottage for the both of them, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living space to sit by the fire, dining era, two bedrooms, one for the two of you and what use to be fundy’s room.

fundy had been visiting you since wilbur had died, since he had always seen you as a motherly figure, since he grew up around you of course.

wilbur would have to visit fundy after his visit with you, even if fundy didn’t want to see him.

tommy and wilbur were now in front of the cottage he knew all too well. the flowers outside vibrant and colorful.

the lights of the cottage were on, the smell of baked goods coming from the open windows.

“are you ready?” tommy whispered to him.

“of course i am,” wilbur said, walking up to the door and opening it, walking inside.

“tommy? is that you? or is it fundy? i thought you were coming tomorrow? or is it… ghostbur?”

wilbur rolled his eyes at the mention of ghostbur, he walked into the kitchen, tommy following close behind.

“hello darling,” he said.

y/n whipped around, her eyes looking the man in front of her up and down.

“w…. wilbur?”

“did you miss me?”

they nodded, “of course! you just scared me, i thought you were fundy,” they giggled.

god, did he miss that sound.

“you also thought i was tommy and ghostbur apparently,” he smiled.

“oh shut up,” she said, “but um… how are you even…. alive?”

“dream, but i don’t want to explain it right now, i just want to enjoy your company.”

you nodded, walking up to him and holding his face in your hands.

“i like the hair,” they chuckled, running their fingers through his white streak.

he laughed, “really? i thought you would think i look dumb.”

“you know i wouldn’t,” they smiled, they noticed tommy awkwardly standing they.

“tommy help yourself to whatever you want, i just made cookies,” they pointed at the window where the cookies were chilling.

tommy thanked them and went off to the cookies.

they turned their attention back to wilbur, taking a good look at him before tearing up.

“oh darling, don’t cry please,” he said, wrapping them in his arms.

“i just missed you so much, i can’t believe you’re here,” they let out at sob.

wilbur held them for a little bit longer before pulling away and holding their face in his large, calloused hands.

they leaned into his touch as he wiped their tears away.

“i am never leaving you again, okay sweetheart?” wilbur continued, “through fire and ice, i am never leaving you, i promise.”

they nodded, a smile on their face, “i love you so much.”

“i love you more,” wilbur chuckled before pulling them into a long awaited kiss.

[stuckonscenarios]

Best Girl

"you're my best girl," he said with a sigh, placing a kiss to the top of her head. she didn't know how to take that. "thank you, Wilbur." "of course..." that was before...

"you're my best girl..." he said with a shaking breath after it had been won. "thank you, Wilbur." she still didn't know how to take that. "Of course." that was during.

"My best girl... it was never meant to be," he said, then explosions sounded. he was dead with one stab of the sword... she squawled, sobbed, screamed till her lungs gave out, till her throat was raw. she yelled at Phil for killing him, yelled at everyone who tried to rationalize it, tried to make her see what he did was wrong. she knew, but it would kill her if she acknowledged it. so, she pretended it wasn't true, pretended he was good when he died. pretended he was who he was before L'Manberg... her general, she and Tommy his right-hand men.. even though he was deranged, delusional, and insane when he died. even though he scared her... there was something about that phrase... "You're my best girl..." something she held onto. best girl... that was after.

Before she knew it, he was there. this imposter, this ghost of a man. nothing like her Wilbur. he tried to bring her back to him, he conveyed to everyone that she was the one he loved, the one he loved when he was alive, but nothing would bring her back.... so when he died, it didn't make a difference in her life... but then someone showed up in his place... her Wilbur.

"where is she, Tommy?! Where is my best girl?!" "Wilbur?" oh what a relief.. everything she ever wanted was back. her Wilbur. she was the best girl again. really, she always was, but to hear it from her lover again... that was something in and of itself. he was back. "Ohh! There she is!!!" he ran up to her and picked her up, swinging her around and kissing her. "My best girl...." this is a new beginning.

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[itsfeckinwimdy]

Marks - Soulmate Shorts

c!Vilbur x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them.

Letter: M = Marks (A mark or stain of the colour black is somewhere on your body until you and your soulmate make physical contact. Once the mark is touched, it fades to be consistent with the person's skin colour. This is where your soulmate first touches you.)

Word Count: 260 words

Warnings: Physical harm/assualt, choking.

DSMP Masterlist / Soulmate Shorts Masterlist

Published: 12/10/2021

The joys of wearing scarves meant that they would never have to show their soulmate mark off to anyone. But what would happen if they were to lose it?

They couldn't find it that morning, leading them to panic but managed to cope with the collar of their trench coat covering their neck.

Unfortunately for them, apparently nothing could go right that day, leaving them treading on eggshells around Wilbur. But apparently, they couldn't do anything right for him, and every time they spoke it was like nails scratching against a chalkboard in his mind. Or at least that's what his mind was telling him, causing him to reel around and scream at them.

“I wish you would just shut up!” Wilbur yelled directly at them.

“Make me!” They taunted him, a sarcastic undertone in their voice as they had had enough of his shitty attitude towards them, “Bet you won't.”

Before they had a chance to react, the ex-president wrapped his hands around their throat forcing them against the wall whilst cutting off their oxygen supply.

Their eyes widen in shock as Their hands came up trying to pry Wilbur's from across their neck whilst their body was screaming at them.

Wilbur snapped out of it as their nails dug in particularly hard, his hands slipping off them, as their own reach up to clutch it only for the two of them to notice a glow coming from where their skin touched.

They knew they had to get out of there if it was the last thing they did.