mcyt (wilbur, quackity, Phil and anyone else you may like) soft lauching you?
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Wilbur Soot
He’s 100% doing it on purpose and finds it hilarious that his chat is spiraling.
Starts off subtle — like posting a photo of “his view” with your hand in frame holding coffee.
Mentions “we” in passing during streams (“Yeah, we made pasta last night—uh, I mean I… cooked… pasta…”).
Chat catches it instantly, of course.
He keeps up the bit for weeks — blurry photos, songs about “someone” — until one day he posts a selfie where you’re clearly visible in the reflection of his glasses. “Oops.”
Later, when people ask if you’re dating, he just smirks and says, “I think the soft launch went well, don’t you?”
Quackity
He thinks soft launching is the funniest possible challenge.
You’re always just barely out of frame during IRL content — a hand passing him food, laughter off-camera, or a second drink visible on the table.
Constantly gaslights chat about it.Chat: “WHO’S LAUGHING???”
Quackity: “That’s my dog.”
Then posts a photo dump captioned “good weekend 🖤” — first three pics are memes, last one’s your silhouette against the sunset.
When people start overanalyzing, he quote-tweets someone’s theory with “this is crazy 😭😭😭” — like he’s notthe one causing it.
Philza
He doesn’t really mean to soft launch — he’s just naturally private.
You start showing up in the background of cooking streams, tidying up or laughing with the cats.
Chat’s like “PHIL WHO IS THAT” and he’s like “oh, just a friend :)” but the fond smile betrays him instantly.
Eventually posts a cozy pic of two mugs and a blanket with the caption “autumn mornings 🧡.”
Everyone knows. Nobody says anything. The vibes are immaculate.
Technoblade
The definition of unintentional soft launch.
Mentions offhandedly that someone “stole his hoodie,” or “made the best steak last night,” and his audience is just losing it.
When chat starts picking up on it, he gets increasingly flustered.“No, chat, there’s no— it’s not a— stop making conspiracy boards!”
Posts a photo of a cat on his lap — but eagle-eyed fans notice an extra pair of legs under the blanket.
Months later: “So uh, yeah, she exists.”
It’s the most deadpan “announcement” imaginable. You’re probably sitting next to him laughing quietly while he tries to keep a straight face.
hello internet. i'm still working on updating my two series and responding to asks/requests i promise, but i got a random wave of motivation and somehow accidentally wrote a simpbur smut.. so enjoy this little appetizer while i'm still cooking those updates. also experimenting with fonts and how i'm spelling out stuttering/moans in dialogue, so let me know if its to much and hard to read so i can clean it up in future. love u guys, thank you <3
pairing: simpbur x mean!reader
wordcount: 5.6k
warnings: mild sexual coercion, unhealthy dynamic (he loves her, she likes his dick), tiny bit of foot stuff (its brief, grow up), obsessive/possessive wil, threats of violence (not directed at reader), nonconsensual pregnancy attempt + stealing birth control, pussy nicknames (kitty)
contains: vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, probone, doggystyle, squirting, excessive ejaculation, creampie, slapping, biting, degrading.
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"please? j-just a quickie.. i promise i'll stay out of y-your room the rest of the day.... please, i'll go s-slow this time. i promise!"
his hands a shaking as he stands in the doorway to your bedroom. he didn't knock, never does, pouting at you pathetically. it wasn't even nine in the morning and he's already bothering you.
honestly, it was your fault for being nice to wilbur. after moving in with a random guy from your class you barely knew in an attempt to manage the cost of living crisis, you're stuck in a twelve month lease living with a sad excuse of a man who can't function without your attention.
you didn't even really consider him a friend, sure you guys shared a class but you hadn't exactly hung out. you never saw him at parties or school events, just occasionally at the library or walking down the halls. despite being so unsocial he stood out since he was so tall and thin, more than a head above the crowds even though he slouched.
he seemed pleasant enough though, if a little quiet. he never spoke to anyone in class, and only answered questions when prompted by the teacher. his grades were the highest in the class but he looked like he could faint when anyone attempted to talk to him.
but when you posted in the university community page about wanting to move out of the dorms and into an apartment, he was somehow the best applicant. he had plenty of money, his grades were impeccable and he promised not to throw parties or bring anyone around. he already lived off campus in a modest two bedroom apartment and explained that his previous roommate had moved out to take care of a sick family member in another state.
so you moved in, and he was happy to help carry boxes and help you settle in. it didn't seem like a bad deal, maybe even perfect. living with someone quiet who keeps to themselves so you could focus on your classes instead of arguing with your old dormmates that were slowly driving you crazy.
you didn't think he would make any effort to spend time with you or even be friends, but he found a excuses to be close to you almost immediately. you knew he wasn't used to talking to girls (or anyone really), he told you about how every other girl at school avoided him like the plague. you don't really blame them, he stares a little too long and sits a little too close. he doesn't blink enough, fingers twitching like he's holding himself back from touching.
his bedroom wall is next to your own, and whoever designed the cheap apartment must have been an exhibitionist because you could hear everything. his fingers on the keyboard, how he'd mutter and giggle to himself while he was alone. worst of all was how often he would masturbate, it would have been impressive if it wasn't so sad.
at least four times a day you would hear it, the faint squeak of his bed as he whimpered and cried pathetically. it almost sounded like he was in pain, breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon. sometimes you could hear him whine your name, muffled as though he had his face buried in the pillows so you wouldn't hear him.
outside of that wil was a fine roommate. never late on chores, didn't complain when you came home late, spent majority of his time locked up in his room. you had started to notice some things when you'd come home, though. your bed made when you swear you didn't when you left, or those earrings you complained about losing finding their way onto your bedside table by morning.
after one of his late night self-love sessions woke you up again, it pushed you over. you'd been so busy with school and your job there was no time for dating, even going out to a bar for a hook up was too much work. so you told him you'd take his virginity to take the edge off, help him relax.
you'd hoped it would fix him, satisfy that desperate urge inside and make him man up a bit. of course, it wasn't that simple. if anything it was worse. no girl had shown him anything close to positive attention, and now he was needing your help to cum because his right had didn't feel the same
and it wasn't like the sex was bad it was just... a lot. he went a little too fast, fingers pressed into your hips until it bruised because he just had no self control. moaning loudly, telling you how thankful he was and how much he needed you. even when you reminded him you weren't his girlfriend and to stop calling you pet names and professing his undying love, he would just smile innocently then pout until you let him touch you again.
now you're lying in bed looking at the sorry excuse for a man who woke up with morning wood he was desperate to have you fix.
"fuck off, i haven't even woken up yet." you said dismissively, glancing up at him before returning to scrolling your phone.
he whines, taking a few steps inside and kneeling beside your bed like a puppy. he was trying desperately to look at your face, but his eyes kept darting down to your bare legs, you were still wearing the oversized shirt and panties you'd slept in.
"it's ok, i'll do all the work darling! you don't have to raise a finger, you'll feel so relaxed afterwards you can go right back to sleep." he said with a smile, running his tongue across his teeth.
you scoff. "i'm not your cumdump, wil. what's in it for me? because based on your track record, it isn't orgasms." you say in a flat tone, smirking at his defeated expression and blush.
he had been very embarrassed by his stamina and inability to last with you, always saying it was just too good. and he'd managed to give you a few orgasms, but his lack of experience was evident in his technique.
"i'll vacuum the whole house- and mop! then order take out for lunch, from that burger place you like." he said quickly, gripping the edge of your bed as he subtly leaned further onto the mattress.
you chuckle, using your foot to push at his forehead to get him off. instead he grabbed your ankle, holding you in place as he licked at the sole of your foot causing you to squeal.
"ew! that tickles you freak!" you say between laughs but he just continued to press a few kisses along your foot. he looked at you with such adoration you swore his pupils were turning into hearts.
"please, pretty? can't help myself, you're so perfect down to your toes. wanna worship my queen, my girl, my gorgeous amazing beatiful-" he's rambling now, mumbling praise between wet kisses to your foot.
with a dejected sigh you pull your leg away and roll onto your belly, continuing to scroll your phone as you hide your grin. "fine, but i'm not moving from this spot. and if you take too long or say anymore of that romantic crap i'm kicking you out."
you've barely gotten the words out before wilbur's scrambling up onto the bed and pressing your body into the bed with his much larger one. his impressive height, all long legs and skinny arms as he nuzzles into the back of your head.
"thank you! i promise you won't regret it." he said with a big grin, inhaling deeply. "can't help praising you, you are just so perfect." he murmured, his knees on either side of your hips. you could feel the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, already leaking and staining the fabric.
"so f-fuckin' pretty.. smell so good." he's grinning as he nuzzles at your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply and tugging down your underwear until it bunched around your knees.
his hands are shaking and he's still stuttering compliments as he manages to get his sweatpants low enough to free his cock. long and curved upward, you don't even have to look back to imagine the tip flushed an adorable pink and already dripping pre in anticipation.
"i'll be quick, b-but you'll still have fun!" he assures you, one hand gripping the fat of your ass to hold you open so he can spit messily on your slit. you're regrettably already wet, finding his pathetic desperation for you annoyingly arousing and flattering. not that you'd ever say anything because if he got any type of ego he would be even more obsessive.
"heh.. such a pretty kitty. s-so wet f' me... you n-needed this too?" wil giggles, a long finger sliding up and down your cunt before pressing inside with little resistance. "fuck.. always so damn tight- p-perfect fuckhole."
you groan, more of irritation at his cringe dirty talk than arousal as he began to finger you at a quick and messy pace. his eyes glued to your spread cheeks and pussy, drool pooling in his mouth as he used his legs to keep yours open and pinned to the bed even though you were making no effort to move away.
a second finger slides in and he remembers your regular reminders of the importance of clitoral stimulation so he manoeuvre his wrist so he can clumsily rub your clit.
the buzz of pleasure is by no means unpleasant, but it isn't nearly enough to start working you towards an orgasm. "shit, such a messy girl. l-leaking everywhere, c-can you hear y' kitty purrin' f' me?" he says proudly in response to the wet sounds of his long fingers probing your insides.
"you're disgusting, wil." you scoff, still scrolling your phone despite his best efforts to draw your attention and bring you to bliss. "stop referring to my body parts as animals, it's weird."
he whines, hips rutting against the back of your thighs and his hand gripping your ass massaging and squeezing the plump flesh. his fingers dig into your skin roughly, blunt nails jiggling the cheeks so he can watch it jiggle and bounce against his fast moving hand.
"b-but it's so cute like a kitten! don't even mind when its a lil' furry, s-so adorable." he pouts, hand speeding up in an attempt to impress you. "always w-wants pats 'n kisses from me like a n-needy pet."
without looking back you reach behind to grab his arm, digging your nails in and pulling his hand off you. the pain and surprise makes him yelp but he gets the message and moves up your body to straddle the back of your hips.
"s-sorry, baby. just can't help myself heh... c-could play with this gorgeous body aaalllll day~" he draws out the last words as he grips the base of his cock and gives himself a few long strokes, whimpering at the feeling of his own hand.
"just fuck me already, you're lucky i'm giving you a few minutes considering your current behaviour." you scold him, replying to a text message from a friend as he lines himself up and shoves inside.
the surprise penetration causes you to let out a small moan which doesn't go unnoticed by wil, who cages your smaller body with his own and starts fucking you hard and fast like he always does. one hand gripping your hip and the other pressing down between your shoulder blades, his eyes not moving from the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of you.
"fuck, i told you to wear condoms. you never pull out and leave a huge mess for me to deal with." you complain, fingers pausing on your phone screen as his length manages to grind against your sweet spot with each forward thrust.
"s-sorry pretty, was just- uuugh, god- rushin' too m-much. it's y-your fault, told me to be q-quick." he says between loud moans and desperate whines. his blunt nails dig into you, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping as he gets harder and faster.
the rest of your complaints die in your throat as he lies down on your back completely, subtle chest muscles pressing into your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. his breath hot against your skin, even his quietest whimpers audible due to the close proximity.
"so good f'me, p-pretty girl... love m' cock, dontcha baby?" he moans, jaw hanging open and panting against your skin as he ruts into you like an animal. his enthusiasm and size means his dripping cockhead his repeatedly bumping against your g-spot with every slam of his hips, your vision blurring and fingers fumbling on your phone screen as you admit defeat and close the app since you wouldn't be able to manage a voice note in this state.
a large hand slides under your arm and around your ribs, groping your tit while his weight keeps your chest pinned to the bedsheets. you can feel wil drooling, as though he can't even close his mouth due to the overwhelming sensations.
"f-fuck, stop drooling." you whine, turning your head to the side to dodge his attempts to kiss your flushed cheeks. "gonna have to change the sheets again, you prick."
the side of your face presses into the bed, eyes squeezed shut and biting back moans while his fingers clumsily tweak your nipple. the angle is awkward and he can hardly move his wrist because of how you're lying, and his inability to restrain himself has him tugging almost painfully on the sensitive bud.
"s-sorry m' love- change it- i can change it later." he can barely string together a full sentence with all his brain power being focused on you. you. you.
the feeling of your sweaty skin sliding and sticking to his own. the smell of your body odour since you haven't showered today mixing with sweat and arousal that's just pouring from your pussy. the sound of his bony hips meeting your ass and his dick spreading your folds with every thrust.
wil audibly slurps and manages some self preservation to sit up so he can take his hand off of you and wipe at his mouth and chin that is currently dripping with his own drool. his mouth is still full of saliva, a hunger that isn't satiated even while he's inside you.
"m' sorry, s-so sorry. nnngh lemme jus' make it up to y'." stumbling through his words he sits back on his knees, straightening up and using his grip on your breast as leverage to pull you from prone bone into doggy style.
you can't pretend the change in angle and depth isn't satisfying, a low moan rolling off your tongue. despite his slim build, his strength constantly surprised you. for someone who's diet consisted of toast and coffee without a workout routine, he still managed to move your body with ease. not that you ever really gave him the opportunity to show it off considering you chastised him when he was too rough.
except for now, your usual brattiness is humbled by his grip on the front of your thighs as he pulls you onto his shaft with every deep thrust.
his rhythm is steadier now, but harder and purposeful. each press forward has his engorged cockhead grinding against your sweet spot before slamming into your cervix. clearly he's trying to prove something and impress you. to your disappointment, it's working.
"y' like that, huh? p-pretty girl lovin' how i fuck her?" he whines, searching for your praise and reassurance even as your inner walls clench and quiver around him. "n-not mad at me any more, yeah?"
you whimper, a sound he's already memorising and saving in the back of his mind for the next time he jerks off, shifting your weight to your elbows so you can arch your back and bounce your hips back. he lets out a sound somewhere between a whine and a sob, watching as your ass jiggles with the impact.
"f-fuck yeah... such hahh a g-good ass, holy shit. p-perfect.." he keeps a hand gripping your thigh open but the other slides up to pull your cheeks apart once more so he can get that fraction deeper inside. the thick base of his cock hitting your sensitive folds that are reddening due to the rough fucking you're enduring.
"pretty girl, you love my cock b-baby? please, mmnph- tell me y' love it. p-please-" he whimpered, begging desperately for your praise. just to hear you say something nice to him, something kind compared to the insults and bullying you directed at him regularly.
not willing to give him the satisfaction despite his objectively good performance, you instead brace your hands on the mattress and press back fully to mess up his rhythm. the change in position leaves him unable to pull out more than an inch or two, forcing him to rut quickly and pathetically into you.
he cries out, leaning forward to arch over your back and wrap an arm around your waist. rocking his hips deeply and sliding his hand down your stomach until his fingers find your swollen clit.
"puh-lease, p-pretty girl. why y' hate me s' much?" he sobbed, clumsily rubbing your clit and pressing wet kisses up your spine. "pussy so fuckin' wet, so messy f'me... you know is f'me, baby. jus' tell me y' lovin' how i'm fuckin' ya."
your juices are dribbling down his balls, both your thighs slick with arousal as he continued begging and circling your clit with an annoyingly addictive rhythm. you feel incredible, the deep grinds of his dick stretching you out and reaching deeper than your toys or any previous partners have. you swear you can feel his tip leaking copious amounts of pre and stuffing you fuller.
in all honestly he is fucking you perfectly, white hot pleasure bubbling under your skin and racing down your veins as the orgasm that has been building grows closer and closer. you hate to admit it, give the perverted bastard the satisfaction, but fuck. he's good. and you really do love his cock.
"s' good, wil." you say, gritting your teeth so your words aren't a garbled moan. giving him a tiny bit of reassurance, even though he arguably deserves you screaming his name and begging him to make you cum. "love your cock, s-so deep. feels good."
your words barely leave your lips before he is practically squealing with joy, shifting his legs so his knees press on the inside of your own and spreading you wider. he keeps that same repetitive and rough rhythm with his hips and his hand which is now dripping with your slick to slide lower on where you are connected. he makes a v with his fingers to prop your folds open, the movements of his hips and wrist mirroring each other so his palm can grind against your swollen nub.
you have no idea where he learned that technique, briefly imagining him watching porn and hentai for tips, before the mounting pleasure drives any thoughts out of your mind other than him. him. him.
"fuck y-yes, knew it! you l-love my cock, baby. thas' why you take m' so well. ughh- perfect kitty, need me to keep her purrin' and soaked." wil groaned, voice lowering an octave. as though a switch had been flipped from your brief words of encouragement, he's suddenly much rougher and meaner as he pounds your tight hole.
some part of you wants to shout some snarky remark, tell him to pull out, so you can get on top, slap him across the face and degrade him to remind him of his place. how such a pathetic, perverted fucking loser he is.
he doesn't deserve your attention; let alone the privilege to fuck you raw. realistically, he should be thanking the heavens for the fact you let him share a room with you.
considering the morning after moving in he'd already taken the used panties and leggings you'd worn while unpacking from your laundry hamper within the hour of you setting it up in your new room. later after some probing questions (with your hand gripping his collar as he whimpered and fell to his knees in the kitchen) he admitted between sniffles they were stuffed in his pillowcase so he could smell you while he slept.
maybe you should have called your mum and asked to sleep on her couch for the rest of the semester or crawled back to that ex with a nice apartment so you didn't have to spend anymore time with such a freak.
and yet, you chose to stay with him- after you'd grabbed him by his brown curls and pinned the back of his head against the lower kitchen cabinets, pressing your panty-clad cunt against his nose and let him enjoy the fresh scent of your cunt from the source all the while begging for forgiveness.
and then by the second week and you walked by his open bedroom door and smelt yourself, after some investigating (which definitely wasn't you shoving him onto the carpet and digging your food into his balls until he confessed) you realised he had been using your beauty products religiously so his skin, hair and clothes carried your scent. he'd even went out of his way to buy a copy of your signature perfume so he could spray himself and his bed whenever he wanted.
and of course after that first month with nights (and mornings, afternoons, evenings...) hearing him lewdly moan your name as he wanked multiple times a day, and you practically kicked down his door to shut him up. by sitting on his face until you came twice. then his cock for a third and fourth. he was quiet by the end of that, considering he was drooling and couldn't keep his eyes open as he fell asleep sitting upright.
so maybe if you took a moment to self reflect on your recent behaviour and continued involvement in his life you would realise you were just as much of a perverted freak as wil was.
but with his nine inch dick deep in your pussy as he rearranged your insides, you weren't thinking much of anything.
"p-pretty girl, my pretty fuckin' girl. all mine, jus' me, yeah? no one fucks this kitty better than me." wilbur smirked, motivated by your encouragement he used his size and strength to overpower your body and treated you like a sex doll.
"never see ya bring no one a-around our place, n-not even -unghh, shit- your lil' friends. not ashamed 'f me, are you? jus' love my big dick so m-much you gotta keep us a secret." he laughed, the sound strained in his throat as he let his possessive thoughts spill out of his mouth. "don't want no one else to f-feel this good, that r-right baby? you're so cute when you're jealous."
"not one fuckin' boyfriend visitin' ya since moving, no stupid jocks or frat boys touchin' ya kitty. ya don't talk to them, r-right? n-no other boys ya seein' behind my back, y' promise?" his hand holding your hip somehow tightened its impossibly firm grip even harder, no doubt leaving bruises for him to fawn over tomorrow. "i'll fuckin' kill em, any guy lookin' at my girl. s'all mine, my girlfriend."
"it's 'cause i'm all you need, yeah? jus' me n' you pretty girl. i keep my gorgeous- f-fuck, mmphh, goddamn- gorgeous girlfriend happy with my big fuckin' cock. fill up her n-needy kitty, make her purr 'n lovin' on her just how she likes." as wil spoke, his hips didn't slow for a moment. dick harder than steel, thick globs of pre finding a home inside you with every deep thrust as he got closer to his own orgasm.
you were approaching your own without any choice, thighs quivering and clit hardening as it throbbed against his palm. every movement grinded the hypersensitive nub against his hand, each pounding thrust of his length pressing into your g spot perfectly.
"s-so tight, my love. such a perfect kitty, made f'me, only me. ya took my virginity, 'n my heart baby. all yours, love makin' you happy. jus' like how- s-shit you keep me happy." he lets out a breathless laugh, body almost working on auto pilot. as though having sex with you was as easy as breathing.
your body on the other hand doesn't even feel like your own, it's his. the way he keeps the perfect amount of pressure on your clit and pulls you onto his member every time he slams his hips forward. the pleasure is mind numbing. your limbs have practically gone limp, eyes rolling back as you force your lips to move and throat to do anything but moan.
"g-gonna cum." you stutter, the whimpering tone feels foreign on your tongue but its the best you can do as your tummy muscles tighten in preparation of your climax. "wil- ughhh, please"
even though your voice is so strained and barely audible over the schlick schlick schlick from your hole being reshaped to the size of his girth and applause of skin meeting skin, he hears you. he feels you. he has you.
there's no hesitation when your pleading inspires some inhuman strength and stamina within his thin body as he finds a way to fuck you harder, his check practically glued to your spine. keeping his talented fingers right where you need them, rubbing dreamy circles so quickly against your sensitive clit.
"yes yes yes- good girl, m-my pretty girl. cum, gonna cum? f-fuck, tightening up on me! god, mmnnggh- cum, p-please. cum f'me, pretty girl." he's pleading now, mouth open against your shoulder blade. his dick throbbing, on the edge of his own orgasm but he would rather never cum again than mess up this orgasm for you.
as your pleasure reaches the top, crashing down and through your body like a waterfall- overwhelming and all encompassing. every muscle pulls in tight for a few long seconds, eyes crossing and mouth agape as you cum.
"f-fuck baby- god, y-yes! thas' it, p-pretty girl, cum f'me, make a mess of my cock." before his own orgasm has it, he is already experiencing bliss at the feeling of your impossibly wet and tight pussy convulsing around him along with the knowledge that he is the one who's brought you this pleasure.
his hips stutter but continue to to move. while fingers clumsily sliding back and fourth quickly over your folds as your juices begin to dribble down his wrist, then your squirting.
you are barely aware of the fact because of the mind-numbing orgasm itself, but seeing and feeling it wil's balls drawing up in anticipation of his own climax. he cries out your name, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes. pressing himself as deep as he can in your cunt as clear sprays from you in messy streams.
the same moment thick ropes of potent seed shoot into your cervix, he bites down on the back of your neck hard. his teeth digging into the skin, any other time would have made you cry out in pain but in the throes of passion it only heightens the pleasure and makes you sob and squirt even harder.
his long arms are locked around your middle, hand still sliding across your cunt with an open palm to force out every spurt of your cum. his own is flooding your quivering hole in violet pulses, cock throbbing in time with his rapid heartbeat which is matched with each ejaculation.
its hot, viscous and unmistakably virile. his earlier promise to pull out is forgotten along with your birth control which he keeps 'misplacing' while cleaning.
"l-love you, mummy. m' pretty girl, love you s' much. take all 'f that cum, thas' it... gonna stick this time..." he mumbled, words slurred against your skin as he lazily licks across the indents from his teeth. "t-took me so well, y' so full of me, huh? such a messy girl, mmmnng, love you... gonna make such a g-good mama"
your limbs have long since gone limp and find yourself lying flat on your bed with wil lying across your back, still mumbling about his love for you while his eyes are already closing. he hadn't even attempted to pull out, his pelvis practically glued to your ass as he continued to cum. its slower now, but his dick seems adamant to pump as much sperm inside you as possible even as he is half asleep.
your own orgasm has settled into a comfortable hum, aftershocks causing you to tighten around his throbbing length causing him to whine and momentarily tighten his grip on your waist.
in what could have been minutes or hours, your mind clears the orgasmic fog and brings you back to reality; wil is draped across your back and keeping you pinned to the bed with his entire body weight, your womb practically plump with his load since he was still half hard inside you, your entire body is covered with sweat and aches.
the sudden silence in the room is jarring, the earlier sounds of sex now the faint hum of your computer which is still running on sleep mode at your desk and wil breathing heavily with his face pressed into the back of your neck.
"wil?"
no response, he doesn't even twitch.
"wilbur?"
still nothing, his body is entirely limp and breathing steady.
".... pretty boy?"
"yes, my love?"
you can feel him grinning as he nuzzles deeper into the space between your shoulder and neck, hands trailing up and down your sides. he seems content to stay inside and on top of you forever.
"get off, i can barely breath." you groan, shifting underneath him as he giggles at your predicament. he is in no rush as he pushes himself up with his arms, looking down at where you are still connected.
he doesn't move further, so you pull yourself forward on the bed so he slips out of you well used hole, rolling your eyes at his pathetic whining behind you.
wincing slightly you move to sit with your back against the headboard, stretching your legs out and cracking the joints in your neck with a satisfied groan. his eyes are on the puddle of juices on the sheets, trailing across the fabric and up your thighs to where you are still leaking.
"you're cleaning my bed, i hope you know." you sigh, reaching for your phone to see if your friend had responded to your earlier message. post nut clarity is a powerful thing, and now you're needing space from the manchild that just put his heart and sole into loving you.
he's pouting. you don't have to look up from your screen to know, you can basically hear the puppy dog eyes he's burning into your still very naked body only a few feet away from him.
not giving him the satisfaction of even a teasing comment you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, shaking slightly as you feel another wave of spunk dribble down the inside of your thighs and stain your skin. you grimace at the sight and feeling, especially knowing you've missed taking your birth control the last week since you couldn't find the container- and now looking at the seemingly endless amount still leaking and no doubt settling inside you, you you're regretting not organising that doctor's appointment for a new prescription.
if you gave it any thought when you weren't in a post-orgasm haze, you'd put together the fact that wilbur was always making excuses and 'accidentally' forgetting to buy condoms or 'failing' to pull out (or in one recent case when you'd only let him straddle your legs and jerk himself off to the sight of your naked body- only to shove the tip of his dick inside your hole right as he came) in time.
maybe you would have actually paid his dirty talk any mind, noticing how often he'd call you 'mama' or 'mummy' as he finished, even if he was wearing a condom or spilling down your throat.
or perhaps you'd find his ever growing collection of your birth control pills he had been taking from the bathroom and your bedside table when you weren't home. you blamed your messy room and disorganisation as the boxes grew dust in a shoebox at the back of his wardrobe.
instead your mind is currently preoccupied with your friend texting you about a classmate who's apparently sleeping with the professor to get a higher grade while cheating on her boyfriend who's been seen snogging his cousin at a party last night, along with washing off the sweat and spunk of your roommate that still clings to you.
"i'm gonna go shower, these sheets better be in the laundry and fresh ones put back on when i get back." you say in a firm tone, eyes finally meeting his for the first time since before he slid inside you from behind which felt like a lifetime ago.
"b-but pretty girl, d-don't you wanna snuggle a bit first?" he gives you a hopeful smile, already reaching across the mattress to try and grab your hand and pull you back to bed. "you smell so good after we fuck, all sweaty and l-like me. then your awesome boyfriend can join you in the shower for round two-"
you slap him across the face before walking out of the room.
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note: both of them are of age and yes my mind’s fucked up, welcome!
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stepbrother!wilbur who didn’t have a liking towards you the second you walked into his life. Into his house, evading his space and claiming his home as yours now. His mom as yours now. He didn’t want to this, he didn’t want you.
stepbrother!wilbur who will always find a way to tease you or annoy you in any way he can just to see you upset. It’s only fair, right? The pout that took over your face after one of his fits does something to him…
stepbrother!wilbur who finally came to the realization that you guys would be staying for good and he needs to get used to this new found company. He doesn’t exactly hate it anymore.
stepbrother!wilbur who complains about all your stuff being thrown across the bathroom counter, makeup and hair products taking over all of his supplies and products.
(You thought I wasn’t gonna give you guys what you wanted?! Funny.)
stepbrother!wilbur whos touches start out light, a small graze against your hand, a hand on your shoulder as he slips past you when your in the kitchen, hand holding your hip as he reaches above you. He doesn’t say anything afterwards, just walks away and acts like he didn’t just leave you a flustered mess against the counter.
stepbrother!wilbur catching you masturbating on accident as he walked past your bedroom door that just so happened to be cracked open just enough to see you. His name floating through the crack as he stopped and peered into the room. He held back a groan as his cock hardened inside of his boxers, pressing against the material quite painfully as he watched your small fingers move as fast as they could to make you cum from the thought of him.
stepbrother!wilbur who purposefully leaves his bedroom door cracked when he’s masturbating, hoping you’ll hear his groans and filthy desires he speaks out into the silent air around him, wanting you to know and see what you do to him.
stepbrother!wilbur who can barely hold himself back from ripping the dress off your body you decided to wear out to dinner. The way he hugged your chest, showing off your plump chest. The curve of your waist shown on display as the dressed flowed over your hips. Wilbur thanked the lord up above for wearing black dress pants to dinner, having to adjust his pants more times than one.
stepbrother!wilbur who all the sudden gets super possessive over you when you tell him your talking to one of his friends, his warnings to you making you furrow your brows in confusion- but if only you knew what he had planned for you. You’d thank him later, right?
stepbrother!wilbur who finally breaks after seeing you come home late from the dinner date you went to with that friend, that same dress that does unspeakable things to him… you let another man, his friend, see you like that? Fuck that.
stepbrother!wilbur who scolds you once you walk into the house, your argument flowing through the empty house, your parents gone on a work trip for your fathers new promotion.
stepbrother!wilbur who has enough of your empty points that don’t mean anything to him, grabbing you by your neck and into a rough kiss, your own finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you.
stepbrother!wilbur who tries his absolute best to fuck you slow and take his time with you for the first time, but your sounds and how you feel around him destroys his plans almost immediately. His hips slamming into yours, hands holding your hips in place as your legs are thrown over his shoulders, his body leaning over yours as a mix of praise and degradation falling from his mouth.
stepbrother!wilbur who’s obsessed with eating you out. You’re just so sweet and so addicting, he could stay in between your legs for as long as he was allowed to. Your sweet moans hyping his performance up more and more as his advances on your pussy never stopped. It’ll be the riskiest spot in the house ever and he’ll have you up against the wall or on a counter and he’ll be on his knees, trying to make you cum into his mouth.
stepbrother!wilbur who will tease you at dinner, your position next to him now being his favorite thing in the world so he can run his hand up your leg, run his thumb over the wet spot on your panties as he rubs your clit over the thin material. You covering your moans with coughs or claps of your hands, followed by an awful excuse or you starting to explain something else you had up your sleeve. Wilbur would laugh at you as he continued his challenge: to edge you all night until everyone went to bed, ultimately having you run to him in his room, begging to ride his cock and to make you cum more times than he saw fit but. He couldn’t say no to you. Not his dear step sister.
stepbrother!wilbur who likes to take you out on “dates”, but calls it sibling bonding. Picnics, going to the mall, random dinners, etc.
stepbrother!wilbur who slowly realizes he’s falling in love with you after a night out. He had fucked you moments prior, nice and slow, the way you wanted it to be. The way your body fit against his perfectly, the way your skin glistened in the moonlight shining into his room, everything about you captivated him. And he wanted more.
Warnings: For once, nothing??? I mean they have sex obviously but it’s really cute and wholesome.
I wrote this when I was a virgin. This is not how loosing my virginity went.
Fic below cut!
Wilbur smiles at me over the rim of his wine glass. “Truth or dare?”
I laugh, popping a crisp into my mouth. “What, are we teenagers again?”
“No, but I didn’t have friends to play it with when I was younger, so I figured we could spice up the evening a little.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, making me almost snort of the crisps.
I smile. “I didn’t either. Truth.”
He thinks, thoughtfully taking a sip from his glass. “Most awkward sex story?”
Poorly disguised shock spreads across my face, and Wilbur’s face falls. He sets his wine glass on the table, scootching over the couch to where I’m sitting.
“I’m sorry if that question upset you, baby,” he murmurs, hovering his hand over mine, silently asking if he can touch me. When I nod, he squeezes my hand in his, inviting me to lean back into his chest.
I shake my head. “You’re alright,” I reply, lightly planting a kiss on his jawline.
“Good,” he says, still with concern in his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I haven’t,” I awkwardly blurt out.
“Haven’t what?”
“I haven’t… had sex before.” I avoid Wilbur’s eyes as I finish my sentence.
He makes a soft, sympathetic sound, stroking my cheek with a gentle finger. “And you think there’s something wrong with that, baby? Because I promise there isn’t.”
“I’ve had plenty of chances, I just…” I trail off, embarrassed. “I didn’t trust them, or they tried to pressure me into it.”
“I promise I’ll never pressure you into anything,” Wilbur murmurs, wrapping his arms around me so I can nestle into his chest. “And I understand if you don’t trust me with anything sexual.”
“I trust you.”
He tips my chin up so I’m forced to look into his eyes. “You trust me?”
Blushing, I nod.
Wilbur breaks into a grin. “I’m honoured. Do you want to do anything tonight?”
I shake my head, despite the idea sending heat to pool in my core. “Not tonight. But soon. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, I promise.”
He nods, kissing my forehead. “That’s totally fine, baby. It’s always your call.”
It’s been a week since Wilbur and I talked, and I invited him over in the evening since my roommates had gone out. He’d not mentioned anything in the two times I’d seen him since then, and the farthest we’d gone was making out in his bed for what seemed like hours, stripping down to our underwear. It didn’t feel gross like it did in the past, it felt right.
“You good?” Wilbur murmurs from where he’s curled against my back as the big spoon. He’s shirtless in pajama pants, since I stole his shirt, and I’m wearing it over just a pair of panties. Our bare feet are tangled together under my duvet, his hands gently running themselves over my body over the shirt. “You’re a little quiet, love.”
“I’m fine,” I reply, pressing a kiss onto the back of his hand. “Just thinking.”
“Whatcha thinking about?”
I swallow nervously. “Us.”
Wilbur pauses. “What about us?”
“I’m ready.”
He sounds confused for only a moment. “Ready for wh- Oh! Really?” He spins me around to face him. “Really?”
I give him a smile. “Yes, Will. I’m ready.”
Wilbur sits up, taking my hand in his. “You’re in charge of how far we go, ok? If you even get slightly uncomfortable, you tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. I don’t care about how I feel tonight. Tonight is about you.”
I can feel my heart pounding as I nod my approval.
“Do you need anything before we start?”
I laugh. “Don’t judge me. But I don’t want my stuffed animals in here. I know they’re fake, but-”
Laughing, Wilbur starts to gather up the small army of stuffed animals laying on my bed, tipping them into my empty laundry basket. “No problem. Now, I know you’ve been on birth control for ages, so we’re good there. Could you go grab us a towel?”
When I get back with the towel, my heart swells with affection at the sight of the carefully hidden stuffed animals, which Wilbur’s put in the hallway.
I watch as he lays the towel down on my sheets, moving around my pillows so I’ll be comfortable.
“Lay down and get comfortable, baby,” he tells me, slipping a pillow under my hips. “Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise I’m going to make this special, ok?”
“Thank you,” I say, and Wilbur leans down to kiss me. A tug on the back of his arms pulls him on top of me, my hands sinking into his hair with a contented groan.
Cautiously, I tug at the waist of his pajama pants, and when he nods, I tug them off. He has to pull back for a moment to help me get them off, and we both giggle when one leg gets stuck on his ankle.
“Can I take off your shirt?” WIlbur asks, resting a hand on my waist over the fabric. When I nod, he gently lifts it over my head, dropping it to the floor with his pajama pants. His eyes flick back over to my now almost-naked body, a cheeky smile creeping onto his face.
“Hot,” he murmurs, glancing down at my bare chest.
I laugh. “They’re small, Will, don’t humor me.”
“Small but mighty,” Wilbur corrects me, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. “Now, if you call my dick small but mighty, that may be an issue.”
“Well, is it small?” I blink up at him.
Wilbur winks. “See for yourself.” Before I can react, he tugs down the front of his boxers, the hardened length lightly slapping his stomach. “Well?”
“Not small,” I breathe. “I’m a little concerned on how it’s going to fit.”
He bursts out laughing. “Let me worry about that,” he reassures me, slipping a finger into the waistband of my panties. “May I?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Sure. I just haven’t shaved-”
“Well, did you shower today?”
I nod.
“Then it doesn’t matter. All I care about is that you’re clean.” My panties join the pile of clothes on the floor, and Wilbur’s finger slides between my folds. “I’m going to get you nice and warmed up first, ok?”
His fingers circle and flick my clit, and I sigh, legs falling apart as I relax into his touch. “That feels good,” I murmur.
The tip of his index finger circles my entrance, before gently pushing inside. It barely takes him any time to find my most sensitive spot, making my toes curl and a tiny moan escape my mouth.
“Still feeling ok?” Wilbur asks, and I nod, giving him a small smile.
My eyes close as the pleasure washes over me, Wilbur knowing exactly where to touch me to make me whine into his movements. I loose track of time, and by the time he pulls away, I’m absolutely dripping wet and desperate for more.
“Will,” I moan out, to his delight. “Why’d you stop?”
He softly laughs, positioning himself over me. “Because it’s about to get a lot better, baby. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
I feel myself stretch around him as he pushes inside, both of us groaning in unison. The feeling is strange, but not bad, and it’s amazing to be so close to him.
“Fuck,” I whimper, nails digging into his back. “I’m so full.”
Things only get better when he starts to thrust into me, gently at first, and then when he can tell I’m not in pain, harder and faster.
The pillow he slipped under me tilts me up so he’s getting the perfect angle, my legs circling his waist to nudge him deeper. I didn’t realise how amazing it would all feel. It was impossible to imagine it could feel much better than doing it myself, but I was wrong.
“You feel so good,” Wilbur murmurs in my ear, fingers slipping between my thighs to stroke my clit. The new wave of pleasure makes me push my head back against the pillows and moan, louder than before.
I’m a little embarrassed with how close he’d gotten me in such short a time, noises dripping from my mouth as I don’t make any effort to stop them. He seems to love how vocal I’m being, diving in faster, harder, and deeper with every moan, groan, and whine.
Wilbur groans, thrusts growing sloppy. “I’m close,” he pants out, brow furrowed in concentration. “Where can I cum?”
I must look confused, so he elaborates. “Your chest, stomach, inside, any preference?”
“Inside,” I whine, on the edge of my climax, too. “Please.”
A few seconds later, I feel myself tip over into a shattering orgasm, tightening around him and moaning out his name like a prayer. He’s not far behind, spilling himself inside me with a soft moan in my ear.
“Wow,” I whisper, chest heaving. “That was…”
“...amazing,” Wilbur agrees. He’s slipped out of me, cuddled up on my bare chest. I’m dimly aware of something dripping from between my thighs, and silently thank him for thinking of the towel. “Baby, go clean up. I’ll get your bed nice and ready for cuddles, ok?”
When I get back to my room, Wilbur’s curled up, an inviting space waiting in his arms. I nestle back into him, enjoying how amazing it feels to have bare skin on bare skin.
“I hope I made that special enough for you,” he coos, dotting kisses all over my cheek.
summary: while on tour with lovejoy, you and wilbur decide on his day off to go sight seeing and you stumble across a record store.
authors note: well long time no see my loves! Ive had this idea in my drafts for about a month and I finally found some motivation to finish it. i thought i should start writing some more wholesome content so here it is loll. sorry i have been away for a while i hate not having motivation, but i hope you guys enjoy! :)
song title inspired by a lyric from the song bewitched by laufey. also fake record store name and no specific city mentioned.
warnings: established relationship, some banter, fluff, lovey dovey romance, kissing, mentions of being an impulsive buyer, mentions of past relationship troubles, insecurity, rushed ending, very self-indulgent, very unedited! this is so shit i apologize in advance. the ending is kinda rushed. trying to get back into the groove of writing is hard. 😭
The October air was crisp. Still hanging onto the last bits of warmth from the summer. It was a rare off day your boyfriend had on his current tour with his band around the states. You had come along for the ride. Hanging with the band and enjoying every moment of seeing Wilbur shine on stage. It filled you with such pride to be able to watch him live out his dream every night. You were so happy for him.
Only having played eight shows, it was nice for the team to have a break. You and Wilbur decided to go sightseeing in the city before you had to leave in a few hours for the next show tomorrow night.
You journeyed hand in hand down the busy streets, taking in all the buildings, stores, and restaurants. It was a really nice city to explore. There was lots of old architecture and sightseeing. It made you feel like you were on a little adventure.
Wilbur was in his soft camo coat, a cap sat on his head, and his round glasses were falling down the bridge of his nose as he gazed down at his phone. He always looked so cute while he concentrated. He was searching on his trusty Google Maps to see if there was a cat cafe nearby. You were maneuvering him through the sidewalk to make sure he didn’t walk into a tree. Which had happened before.
“Im not seeing a cat cafe,” his thumb glides across the glass screen, he bites his bottom lip, and gazes up at you. “We might just have to settle for a regular, boring cafe instead.
You frown and sigh dramatically before stopping at the crosswalk edge. It was colder than you were expecting. You’re glad you had stolen his other jacket this morning since you had forgotten yours back at home, but maybe you had forgotten it on purpose so you could wear your boyfriend’s clothes… He didn’t mind; you knew he loved it when you did.
The traffic flies past and shows no sign of stopping any time soon. You slip your hand out from your pocket to press the cross button. You both stand waiting for the light to change.
“What am I supposed to do if I can’t pet a kitten while enjoying a latte?” you pout.
He rolled his eyes playfully, pocketed his phone, and booped the tip of your nose.
“You’ll survive,” he says.
You crinkle your nose at him in response. Wilbur pokes his tongue out in retaliation. Goofball.
You loved going to new places, exploring, and trying new things. Especially when it was with the love of your life. You both loved traveling together; it just made the experience more enjoyable.
After a while of walking, you came across an older-looking building, with brick walls and a sign hanging that read ‘Skull Rock Record Store’ The old wooden door was open, the warm lighting inviting you in. You gasped and tugged at Wilbur’s arm to get his attention.
“Honey, wanna check this record store out?” you asked, pointing with your free hand at the store and stopping on the sidewalk.
You and Wilbur had recently started up a little collection of records. You had your favorite bands and artists, ranging from The Smiths to Sabrina Carpenter. Though you love her and her music, Wilbur would say she was his guilty pleasure music. But he would never admit it to you that he's also obsessed with her.
He gave the building a once-over for a moment before admiring your expression. Eyes lit up with enthusiasm, you smiled at him. If it made you happy, he would always oblige you in anything you requested, so he nodded his head and gestured for you to lead the way inside.
“After you, my darling,” he bows.
You lead the lanky man through the open doorway. The old musty smell that resembled an attic mixed with cedarwood instantly hit your nose, filling you with a sense of nostalgia. Gaping at the sight before you, the walls were lined with records. Some you recognize, some you don’t. Flip bins at the center of the store, all in alphabetical order by artist. The speakers were softly playing an indie band you didn’t recognize. It was such a cozy atmosphere, you loved it.
The clerk, who was sitting at the register, had her nose buried in a sketch book. Clearly, it had been a slow day. She glanced your way when she heard the creaking of the floorboards and greeted you with a smile.
“Hey, y’all welcome in. Let me know if you need help looking for anything!”
“Thanks!” you thanked her warmly.
Letting go of Wilbur’s hand, you went your own way to explore. Wandering over to the first bin to browse. The letter A was written on a piece of duct tape under the first vinyl. You began to flip through the plastic sleeves. You came across a few bands and artists you knew as you went down the line. They had a very big variety collection, old and new, which surprised you.
Wilbur’s attention had been caught on the other side of the store to where they had some signed copies of some records. His jaw dropped when he saw The Front Bottoms’ second album, ‘Talon of the Hawk’, sitting up on a high shelf in an outer sleeve in perfect condition. A Sharpie pen faded where the band members’ signatures sat.
“holy shit, that’s sick,” he whispered in awe.
He turned around to call out for you, but you vanished from the spot you once stood. He frowned. The tall man used his height to his advantage to search for you. It was such a small store that you couldn’t have gotten far.
The crease in his brow faded and brought a smile to his lips when he saw you with your back turned to him. You looked so cute today. You always did, but he loved seeing you get all dressed up in an outfit you felt comfortable in, and also wearing his jacket. It filled him with a sense of pride when you wore his clothes. He walked towards you, and when he got to be at your backside, he slid his arms around your waist in a hug. Clearly, you were lost in thought because you jumped out of your skin.
Wilbur laughed and instantly felt guilty for scaring you. He put his chin to rest on your shoulder. You relaxed when you heard your boyfriend’s sweet, soft laugh in your ear. “Sorry, love,” he whispered and kissed your shoulder. "You looked so cute over here, I couldn't help myself." You hummed gently in response as your heart rate calmed down.
He watched attentively as you flicked through the bin with your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration. He told you about his discovery on the other side of the shop as he brought you into a little sway.
Your eyes caught the sight of an all too familiar cover, and you gasped softly, interrupting his speech as you pulled it out from its spot. One of your favorite albums was encased in a plastic sleeve, unopened, and just so happened to be the deluxe version with the alternate exclusive cover.
‘Bewitched’ by Laufey.
She had been slowly becoming one of your favorite artists ever. Her music just spoke to you on another level. Songs about heartbreak, love, and just life resonated with you deeply. It felt like you were floating every time you popped in your headphones and played any one of her songs.
Wilbur had bought you her newest album on vinyl for your birthday a few months ago. He had surprised you with a signed copy that he had been in the queue online, hours waiting for the pre-order button to turn green. He will always hold close the look on your face when you realized it was signed. Pure shock and joy as you lunged for him and kissed him with the utmost gratitude.
He knew this one was your favorite, but he couldn’t find it at your local vinyl store back in Brighton, and it had been on back order online since June.
“Baby, look!” you squeak. “And it’s still sealed!”
Wilbur was caught swaying you both side to side in a trance-like state when he perked up at your enthusiasm.
“You should get it, you’ve wanted it for a long time,” he stated.
You bite the inside of your cheek. Contemplating in your head whether or not you should. You have notoriously always been an impulse buyer and felt guilty after buying things. He could see the gears turning in your head and turned his lips to your ear to whisper.
“Tell you what. Pick two vinyls you really want, and I’ll buy them for you,” he says
“Will-“ you protest, but he stops you.
“We need to start making our collection bigger anyway,” he shrugs.
“You don’t help with my impulse purchases,” you whine.
He sushes you and leans forward to kiss your cheek.
"Quit whining," he chides. My treat, baby."
You turn your head to peck his lips in a quick kiss in appreciation.
“I love you,” you gush.
He hums reciprocating the kiss. “Because I buy you things?” he teases.
You roll your eyes playfully as he squeezes you tighter. “No, because you’re sweet. and so good to me.” You sigh with adoration.
He insists to you that he wants to spoil you and make you feel special. Because you mean so much to him. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He never wants you to feel guilty for him wanting to do things for you. He has always made you feel so accepted. You don't know how you got so lucky.
"I love you more," he says before unlatching from you.
You ended up picking a Smiths album, ‘Meat is Murder’, which you both love, so it’s something he can listen to as well. Making your way to the register, the girl rings up the items and places them in a paper bag with care.
She comments on how you both are such a cute couple. To which Wilbur proudly confesses how lucky he is to have you to the stranger. Which has you trying to calm your heart down. Once he finishes paying, you both thank her and then walk out the door to face the cold again.
He takes your hand in his that’s free, and you continue the walk down the sidewalk along the street. You lay your head against his bicep while he pulls out his phone once more to Google Maps to see if there's just a regular cafe somewhere. You can't help that nagging feeling creeping up again in the back of your mind.
He notices. of course he does.
“You know, that lyric in the song is true,” he says suddenly.
“Which one?” you frown.
He smiles and says.
“You bewitch me, every damn second you’re with me.” With every word, his voice drops down a few octaves. Sounding like smooth honey as he looks at you with the most adoring eyes a man could.
It causes you to blush profusely again at his words. He never ceases to give you butterflies with every word. Like you’re the only person he’s ever seen. You feel so loved by him.
"I don't ever want you to feel like you don't deserve things. because you do." he declares.
You can't help the tears that are forming in your eyes. So many of your exe's made you feel like too much. Wilbur wasn't like that. He made you feel seen. like you mattered. You were the most important thing in the world to him, and he wanted to make sure you knew that every day.
"Okay," you try to make your voice not sound so shaky, but he can tell you're on the verge of crying. You hate that you get like this. But he always makes you feel safe. "Thank you."
"I love you baby, don't cry okay?" he kisses the top of your head.
You nod into his arm and let him lead you through the city streets.
based off the thought of someone telling you that you have to be quiet with their hand over your mouth, just to fuck you harder so all you can do is moan and whine.
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the rain lashed against the windowpane of the high-rise apartment, a steady, rhythmic percussion that matched the frantic beat of their heart. the city lights below were a smear of gold and neon through the water-streaked glass, a distant world that had nothing to do with the heat trapped inside this room, with the man currently pinning them to the plush, expensive rug.
william gold—wilbur to his friends, a name that carried the weight of indie music fame and internet notoriety—was not their friend tonight. his usual easy grin was gone, replaced by a focused, almost predatory intensity. one large hand was splayed across their lower back, holding them down, while the other...
the other was over their mouth.
his palm was warm and slightly rough against their lips, his fingers curling around the curve of their jaw. they could smell the faint scent of his cologne, something smoky and expensive, and the sharper, more intimate scent of his skin.
"you have to be quiet," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rasp directly beside their ear. his breath was hot. "the walls in this building are paper-thin, love. and the last thing i need is my neighbors calling the building manager because they heard... this."
this. the slow, deliberate drag of him inside them, a thick, relentless stretch that stole the air from their lungs. they tried to arch back, to meet him, but his hand on their back was an immovable anchor. he set the pace, and it was a slow, torturous burn, each withdrawal almost complete before he'd sink back in, deeper, filling them up until they felt him in their throat.
a whimper vibrated against his palm, muffled and desperate. their eyes screwed shut, nails digging into the wool of the rug.
"i know," he cooed, and the gentleness in his tone was a brutal contrast to the punishing slowness of his hips. "i know it's good. but quiet. be good for me and keep it down."
he was lying. they could see it in the dark gleam of his eyes when they managed to crack theirs open, in the way his own control was fraying at the edges. a muscle ticked in his jaw. a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his collarbone, visible where his black shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. he wanted to hear them break. this was the game.
he shifted his weight, the angle changing, and the next thrust wasn't slow. it was a hard, driving piston that punched a ragged, choked sound from their chest, a sound his hand swallowed whole. their body jerked like a live wire.
"ah-ah," he tutted, but his own breath hitched. he began to move in earnest then, abandoning the teasing pace for something raw and demanding. each snap of his hips was a jolt of pure, white-hot sensation, a friction so perfect it bordered on pain. the wet, slick sounds of their joining filled the room, obscene and loud in the space their voice was denied.
the pressure built, a coil tightening low in their abdomen, spiraling tighter and tighter with every brutal, perfect stroke. moans piled up behind the prison of his hand, becoming frantic, pleading vibrations. they were panting through their nose, breaths coming in sharp, whistling bursts. tears pricked at the corners of their eyes from the overwhelming need to cry out, to let the world know how beautifully he was ruining them.
he watched them fall apart, his gaze hungry and unwavering.
"that's it," he growled, his voice thick with strain. "take it. just take it. all you can do is feel it." he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of their ear. "all you can do is moan and whine for me, and i get to keep every fucking sound for myself."
his words tipped them over the edge. the coil snapped. pleasure detonated through their veins, a silent, screaming supernova that locked their muscles and bowed their spine. a high, thin keen escaped around the edges of his fingers, the only vocalization they could manage as the waves crashed through them, relentless and electric.
feeling them clench and pulse around him shattered the last of his control. with a guttural groan he couldn't suppress, he buried himself to the hilt, his hand clamping harder over their mouth as his own release tore through him. they felt the hot rush deep inside, the frantic pulse of him, the full-body shudder that wracked his frame as he collapsed over them, his forehead dropping to their shoulder.
for long minutes, the only sounds were the rain, the hum of the central air, and their combined, ragged breathing. slowly, carefully, he peeled his hand away from their mouth. their lips felt bruised, tender. they drew in a deep, shuddering gasp of cool air, the first full breath they'd taken in what felt like hours.
he nuzzled into the crook of their neck, pressing a soft, incongruously sweet kiss to their damp skin.
"fuck," he breathed, the word laden with awe and exhaustion. his arms came around them, rolling them both onto their sides, still joined, a tangled mess of limbs on the floor.
he looked at them then, his brown eyes soft, the predator gone, replaced by the wilbur they knew—the one with the clever smile and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. he brushed a strand of hair from their sticky forehead.
"you," he said, his thumb tracing their swollen lower lip, "are incredibly loud." a grin, real and bright, finally broke through. "good thing i was here to handle it."
"please get off my lap."
"but you're so much prettier from this angle."
with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)
i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.
schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.
“jayyyyyy”
he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.
“i’m busy.”
he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.
“toots, i’m busy.”
he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.
“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”
“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”
he couldn’t argue with that.
charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.
“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”
he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.
“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“
you shut him up with a kiss.
ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.
“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”
you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.
“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”
ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.
wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.
“s’wrong, love?”
his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.
“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”
you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;
“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”
you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.
