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i’ll be all that you want ,
i’ll be all that you need ,
i’m outside your apartment—
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stepbrother wilbur.
warning: it’s smut. and it’s rough. Wilbur highly teases reader about their situation, squirting, breeding (use protection please!) fluff at the end- (I don’t condone stepcest nor incest, this is purely fiction!)
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i’ve written something .
wilbur in the dark
I'm gonna suck his dick until I fuckin pass out and gonna beg him to wake me up just to suck it again until I pass out again so he can wake me up again so I can suck it again
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 wilbur’s kinks and whatnot (because i can)
cw. sexual content. variety of kinks mentioned; praise, humiliation, sadomasochism, overstimulation, etc.
๋ ✿ ˚ㅤ
receiving wise i do think he has a preference for praise, but again i think you can get away with tossing in some degradation in there, but i think he best enjoys it in a very particular way.
he wants to be praised, play it up for a bigger reaction, stroke his ego. one of my writings briefly touched on this but he’s big on ‘only him’, only he can make his partner feel this way—they belong to him—not technically a kink, but in short, he’s possessive! (i have an entire piece on it, granted it’s short, but it does a relatively good job summarising how i think his praise/possessive side operates in terms of sex!)
speaking of possessive… use that against him, and that’s the kind of degradation he likes! humiliate him. comment on his obsessive nature, how pathetic he can be, how annoying he is trailing after you like a puppy.
😵💫😵💫😵💫
mean!wilbur
tw—nsfw, some parts suggestive, he’s so mean sry (im not)
mean!wilbur who knows you like it. that’s what makes him even worse! the first time you don’t pull away when he says something a little too harsh, his eyes narrow slightly and he tilts his head at you, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, “you’re not even gonna argue?” and when you just look at him like that—soft, a little hurt, but also in awe—he exhales through his nose and mutters, “you like that, huh?”
mean!wilbur who leans into it after that. his voice gets quieter when he’s mean. serious with a hint of faux tenderness—was he really being mean if his voice sounded so sweet? “you like when i talk to you like this, don’t you?” and he doesn’t wait for an answer. he just tilts your head so you have to look at him. he’d run his thumb over your bottom lip, sometimes dipping it into your mouth. you’d always swirl your tongue around him in response, doe-eyed and everything. “yeah… s’what i thought sweet thing.”
mean!wilbur who will pick at your insecurities in a way that feels too... personal. it’s never enough to break you, but it’s just enough to tighten your chest. “always so desperate for attention… it’s embarrassing.” but his thumb is tracing your jaw while he says it. he’s studying your reaction. and when your thighs shift tighter together, of course he notices! his free hand always wanders its way down to your panties where he circles slow, deliberate strokes against your clit. you only shudder in response. “this the kind of attention you need babydoll?”
mean!wilbur who when your eyes start watering, he goes still. he watches you with a deep intent. there’s something almost unfair about how soft his expression gets compared to his words. “there it is…”
mean!wilbur who scoffs, “don’t hide it. i wanna see.” so you lean into him when he’s like that, and it messes with him more than he’d admit. the tears didn’t mean you were shrinking—just surrendering yourself to it. he’ll let out a low, almost irritated sigh. like he’s annoyed you’ve figured him out. all the ways he likes to play with you. “gonna make me worse, you know that?”
mean!wilbur who gets colder. he’s less teasing, more cut-throat. you’re smarter than the others, and maybe that’s why he can’t walk away from you. “stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, love…you push and push and then look at me like that—what’d you expect dear?”
mean!wilbur who loves to crowd your space, one hand always firm on your jaw or waist. he holds you in place while he talks down to you. it’s not out of control—he’s very in control. maybe that’s the problem. sometimes he can’t help himself, you just look so pretty. you’re something for him to take, and he loves it. when he’s got his two long, calloused fingers inside of you, his body pressed close to yours, something inside of him snaps. you look so helpless below him almost crushed beneath his weight. “so pathetic baby, y’know that?”
mean!wilbur who if you decide to get bratty back or mouth off when he’s already in a mood, he just smiles at you slyly—but it isn’t nice. is it ever? “oh, now you’ve got something to say?” a quiet laugh under his breath “careful. you’re not gonna like how it ends.”
mean!wilbur who loves leaving reminders when he’s like this. nothing obvious but just enough that you’ll feel it later and think of him. his most favorite recent spot is just below your collarbone! he loves sucking hard enough to hear your skin pop, accompanied by his sharp canines biting down—harsh. a fresh, purple-blue mark would always appear, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t admire them in the mirror when he was away.
mean!wilbur who when you don’t pull away after, it gets to him. because you never do. even when your eyes are glassy and your voice is small, you stay close. he’ll look at you like he’s trying to figure out whether he should feel guilty or possessive. and usually, it always lands on possessive. “you’re so…” he stops, jaw tightening. “you let me get away with too much, darling.”
mean!wilbur whose hand will soften. always. one sliding up into your hair, the other pulling you against him. he holds you there like he doesn’t trust you not to disappear on him. they always did. his voice drops again, quieter than before, “and you still stay.” a pause. “…insane, or do you want me to keep going?” but if you admit you liked it—even just a little—he exhales. “you’re unbelievable.” but he pulls you closer when he says it.
mean!wilbur who will always make up for it in the end, just not in the way most would expect. no big apologies or dramatic softness. it didn’t need to be that way. he’d tend to linger. he’d touch you more gentler than before, like he was recalibrating.
mean!wilbur who brushes his thumb under your eye, smirks just a little, and murmurs, “you’d tell me if it was too much… right?” you’d shift below him, your bare legs pressed against his under soft blankets. you didn’t answer.
ohhhhhhhh
he makes me want to listen to chase atlantic again ˙𐃷˙
hi i write for wilbur! —mdni, nsfw, smut, dubcon, cnc, bondage, age gaps, name-calling, humiliation, dacryphilia, wil is dominant one<3
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