Hello, everyone! My name is Ram, or you can call me Rammy, and I’m pleased to make all your acquaintances! I’m a veteran writer in hopes to get back into writing, so here I am on Tumblr, with the hopes of doing that again!
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I will NOT write 18+ works including minors. No exceptions.
I will write for OCs! Please be VERY specific, however, so I can write them properly!
I will NOT accept any extreme kinks (e.g., scat, weapons, watersports, etc.) in my NSFW works.
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Now I’ve already explained my rules. But what about the fandoms I write for and which characters? Please note that I’m only writing down characters that I can truly write for.
HOMESTUCK (All beta kids/trolls and all alpha kids/trolls)
DREAM SMP / MCYT (Dream/Clay, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Wilbur Soot, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, C!Philza, C!Slimcicle, Jack Manifold)
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I JUST THOUGHT ABT STREET RACER WILBUR WITH A BIMBO REZDER AS THE FLAG GIRL AND AFTER EVERY RACE THAT WILBUR WINS IN THEY GO ON A DATE OR JUST HAVE FUN 😭
Simpbur brainrot. In the nice guy ballad, he says ‘why won’t you just show me your tits’ so imagine being at a college party, he’s there and nobody really pays attention to him, but he joins a truth or dare circle. You get the dare to put someone’s head under your shirt and pick him because he looks all nervous and you think he’ll give the best reaction. You push your tits forwards, pushing the back of his head forward so his face presses into them as he flushes red. From that moment on, you seemed to run into him on campus a surprising amount. You chalked it up to be recording bias, now you were aware of his presence just seemed more frequent, when really he’d been doing it on purpose. Since that night, he hadn’t gotten your chest out of his head.
He jerked off to the memory for weeks, multiple times a day, and he’d only watching porn with your same size and couldn’t help but sneak a look at your bra colour from the gap in between your shirt buttons or the strap sliding down your arm. He joined you during one of your designated study sessions and asked for your help, and now you were used to him and honestly, he was kinda cute. It became his goal to get his hands on one of your bras, and from this behaviour, he worked out your wash cycle and steals one of your bras from the washing room in your dorm. He sniffed it until your scent wore off, and then he’d use it to finish himself off with, but he knew he couldn’t wash it without getting caught. One night you were over just to drop off some files he had left and you find your missing bra being used against his cock, dried stains of cum streaking the fabric, and you almost vomit. It makes you sick to your stomach, outrages, betrayed, but he can’t stop. He’s so incredibly addicted that he continued twitching and crying through his orgasm as you stood in shock.
Waves of anger run through your blood, and you slam the door and he is immediately bowing at your feet, sobbing but not apologising, because he’s sick, and he knows that; he’s a freak but he can’t help it, and all he wants is you. After it all settles in your brain, you take on the task of punishing him before assigning him the perfect little schedule to keep his addiction under control. He only got five minutes a day with you and your body, he sit fondling your breasts, tears in his eyes as he soaked up information from your life that you spoke to him.
Meow so many simpbur thoughts
LISSA YOU HAVE YOUR OWN BLOG YOU CAN LITERALLY WRITE THIS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD YOU FUCKER
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH god i love you. i love you so much.
Hello everyone. So just a quick update: Technoblade has been diagnosed with cancer. I will not go into too much detail, but do refer to this video for further information.
Since a lot of the NSFW community of MCYT is not making any further Technoblade content until there is news of his recovery, I shall be doing the same. I will remove Technoblade from my masterlist and I will be deleting any requests that I receive concerning him. I wish the best for him and those affected by such topics.
And if you are going to spread hate, or even say that you are glad that he has cancer, then you may unfollow me and block me. Or I can block you. Simple as that.
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Kiss me more was so good like it was so full of love and is literally the ideal
Thank you so much, dear Anon! I put a lot of thought into the writing and how faithful I was to how I think George's personality really is like (but also because I was quite self-conscious of the final product).
I feel like sexual experiences ought to be both loving and sexy, rough and soft, so I used that as my basis for this. And I'm happy to see that it left you with an impression! Seriously, it means a lot. 💛
Hello again, everyone! This is possibly my most ambitious project that I started more than a month ago, and had some difficulty since this is the first time I write any 18+ content. So, here is the final product of about three months all put together, finally! (This is all unedited since I was very on and off from this project.)
Also, this little writing is inspired off of Doja Cat's "Kiss Me More," so if you want a heightened experience, then be sure to turn the song on while reading this!
Enjoy!
GeorgeNotFound x Implied AFAB Reader! (they/them is used)
MINORS (18-) DNI, PLEASE.
It was the late hours of night. You stayed cozied up in your heavyweight blankets on your bed, laptop open while taking bites out of your sour gummy worms, reaching for them one at a time from their almost empty package resting on the drawers settled next to your bed. The sugary powder slowly built up on your fingertips, to which you would lick off every now and then so as to not waste it. Your room was dimly lit by your LED lights, illuminating your desk to your baby blue pillowcases. The only tab open was of your boyfriend George’s stream, who was in the next room over. A heavy sigh slipped out your mouth. You told George you wanted to spend some more time with him, and especially tonight was the night you wanted to give him something special.
Anxiety and excitement spiraled through your mind, but no matter what, the adrenaline rush was present. But, George had already been streaming for about 2 hours and 43 minutes, so hopefully he was almost finished. His laugh replayed in your mind repeatedly, bouncing from your head into your heart and into your stomach, causing butterflies to fly up into your throat as the minutes felt like hours and hours almost into days. You checked the time.
Two minutes had passed. He was still playing with Dream and Sapnap. But, it seemed they were wrapping up their conversations. Watching the screen, your eyes wandered to his face, attention completely on the British man. His dark eyes, slightly disheveled hair while his cheeks were pushed up and he laughed... god fucking damn it, that laugh. The way he seemed to almost lose breath, accompanying his face as his mouth cracked into a big and proud smile, cheeks flushed red. You could hear it from your room, muffled by the walls, making you subconsciously smile at his naturally contagious happiness.
Looking around, you grabbed onto one of the pillows leaning against the bed frame, settling it onto your lap and gently tug at the pillowcase. It was one of George’s shirts, and it still smelled of him. You gently brought it up to your nose, sniffing it and melting at the natural “George” scent. You remember how content he was to let you take one of his shirts and let you use it as a pillowcase in case he would be gone for hours at a time due to streaming.
As you buried your face into the pillow, your breath hitched slightly, the warm feeling from your heart trickling down into your thighs and eventually what was in between. It was your turn for your cheeks to flush red as a hand wandered down to grip onto your right thigh, plush skin marked up by your nails as the idea of George kissing you, settling you down on the bed, stripping you down slowly, stripping himself down as well, grabbing your face and making you look at him, praising you, preparing you, tasting you, making you taste him, making love to you-
“Hello, love-” a chipper voice was accompanied by a knock at your open door, making you suddenly jump up and almost throw the pillow across your room. George was smiling, but eyebrows went from normal to furrowed, as his face turned from one to excitement to see his partner to confusion and almost worry that something bad was happening. He carefully stepped closer, slowly putting one of his hands up to feel your cheek. The other went to your forearm, making sure to be gentle in case of anything.
“...are you alright?” he asked. You cleared your throat and nodded, feeling a bit more relieved that he was here now. But, the feeling only increased, making your throat swell up just a bit.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, peaches. Just missed you,” you muttered out, smiling warmly at him. Feeling relieved, he sat next to you and pulled you close to him, returning the same warm smile. His eyes went to the Twitch tab you had left open, which was now open to a Quackity stream, the man holding onto his beanie and doing the usual banter of warming up by putting on a terrible British accent, then thanking George for the raid once he got the notification. Your eyes glanced over to your laptop, then you looked up at George, the rose tint mixing with his skin almost perfectly. His hair shined, jaw defined and just the tiniest bit of stubble growing in. He giggled at your behavior, petting your hair and snuggling you up to his chest, allowing for you to hear his heartbeat that was slowly escalating.
“Hopefully I didn’t stay away for too long? I’m sure you were here waiting for me to finish so we could cuddle,” the man softly said with such an intoxicating calm and gentle tone in his voice. You giggled slightly at his words that entered your ears and deliciously rasped your spine, causing the hairs on your neck to rise and stand on edge. His accent did not help at all with the growing warmth in your face and your thighs.
We hug, and yes, we make love...
And always just say goodnight...
You nuzzled further into his chest, drinking in his scent and carefully moving onto his lap, emitting a sigh of relief and wrapping your arms around the man, clinging yourself onto him. He laughed and returned the gesture, petting your hair and running his slender fingers through your locks, cradling you in his arms and swaying softly.
“You really missed me?” George cooed mockingly, yet lovingly, exaggerating his accent just a bit to get a reaction out of you. You softly slapped his shoulder, which earned you another laugh from the handsome man, nodding in acknowledgement and continued to hold you warmly in his arms. “Alright, alright, I get it!” he exclaimed, resting his chin on the top of your head, humming happily. “You have to tell me when you want affection, I’ll turn my facecam off for one stream just to have you in my arms and cuddle, love.”
And we cuddle, sure I do love it
But I need your lips on mine...
Your head was tilted up, George’s hand under your chin as he planted a soft kiss on your nose. Not being able to deal with the ever growing warmth that slowly grew uncomfortable, you crashed your lips onto George’s, a soft yelp emitting from the man as he was taken completely by surprise. He eased into it after a couple of seconds, cupping your face with his hands and smiling into the kiss, breaking it for just a second to catch a quick breath. Another smile crept onto his face. “Babe, what’s gotten into y-”
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh ohh...
He was cut off with another kiss initiated by you, the weight of your body pressing into his enough to make George fall back onto the bed, flushing red at the quick advances and hands rushing to your sides as your tongue brushed against his lip, making the British man quiver and press his lips farther on yours and tasting the sour flavor on your mouth. Throwing your leg over and straddling his lap, you barely opened your mouth, allowing George’s tongue to enter and let the flavor of the gummy worms linger on it. Both of you both broke the kiss, heaving and faces red, a single strand of saliva connecting both of your mouths as you rested your forehead on George’s. His eyes were blown wide like a deer in headlights, taken aback by your actions, the color of his dark chocolate pupils driving you mad as the rose lights allowed for them to glow as he stared at you, licking his upper lip and calming down at the taste of the sour flavor he took away from your mouth.
“Y... you really missed me, huh-?” he gasped, out-of-breath as he realized the position he was in, face flushing red against the pink already illuminating his face.
It’s just principle
Baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way we move, uh ohh...
“Maybe I did, Gogy. What about it?” you asked innocently as you sat up, slowly raising the black oversized hoodie you stole from George you were wearing, revealing the baby blue thin laced underwear hidden under the thick clothing. His heart dropped as the heat went straight to his crotch, hands shakily going to your hips and sitting up straight, eyes fixated on your exposed stomach and thighs. A simple smirk found its way onto your lips. George’s breath grew heavy, thumbs moving down to your thighs as he began to rub circles into them, admiring the soft skin that he knew he’d want to mark up.
“...n-nothing... god...” his eyes taking in the view, voice barely above a whisper in response to your innocent façade, which he already knew was instant bullshit. But dear god, did he love it when you toyed with him like that.
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la...
All on my tongue, I want it! (la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la...
All on my tongue, I want it!
His lips connected to your neck almost immediately, earning himself a soft whine from you, hips grinding into his as George sighed out and ran his fang over your delicate skin, nipping it and sucking on it as his hands ran up your sides and squeezed. His hands felt rough, but he was going as gentle as he could before he would ruin you. The man buried his face into your neck as he left two marks, licking the areas and turning you over so he was on top of you. George got up and began to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to reveal the somewhat forming tent in his boxers.
“G-George-” you whimpered out with a voice that almost rose an octave. He grinned and kissed you softly in response, picking you up and properly setting you on the mattress, soft blankets rubbing on your skin as he propped himself up on his hands and knees on top of you and examined you up and down with his eyes that held a hint of lust in them.
I, I feel like fuckin' somethin'
But we could be corny, fuck it
The darked-haired man kissed up your chest, soft lips tempting you to pull his hair and push his head down to your growing heat as he nipped at the soft skin beneath him while warm hands pulled the hoodie all the way above your chest, the cold air sending a chill up your spine as soft nipples turned hard at the contact. You felt George’s lips perk up into a small smile, already knowing what had occurred. The cocky bastard.
Sugar, I ain’t no dummy dummy
I like to say “What if?”, but if
We could kiss and just cut the rubbish
Then I might be onto somethin’...
To tease you, George pressed his lips to yours, causing you to gasp into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Soft hair tickled at your wrists and saliva formed at the tip of your tongues while the heat and tension only grew as bodies were mashed together and the British man craned over your small figure, happily nibbling at your bottom lip as if it were the gummy worms you were snacking on before he arrived. The taste lingered between the two of you, George recognizing the flavor and breaking the kiss with a satisfied hum emitting from his throat.
“I... is that the sour gummies I bought you the other day, love?” he chirped, to which you stared at him doe-eyed. You gingerly nodded your head as the contagious smile you so desperately craved was right in front of you this time. No screens to separate the two of you, not even a wall in the flat.
“How’d you know I enjoyed the taste?” he teased, his tone of voice lowered to a whisper as a new cloud of dominance formed around him.
Oh, you were in for it now.
I ain’t giving you one in public
I’m giving you hundreds, fuck it
Somethin’ we just gotta get into
Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth
To catch you off-guard, he pressed two slender fingers up against your panties, making you gasp at the sudden contact and grip onto the sleeves of his shirt. A mischievous smile was very evident on his face, brushing a fingertip up the middle of the cloth, causing you to shudder, looking at him with glossy and pleading eyes. George leaned closer into you and brought a hand to your back to hug you closer to his body while one finger slipped into your panties and pressed up against your wet heat. As you moaned, you could feel the dark-haired man twitch in his underwear as he ravaged in the sound and kissed up your neck to your earlobe.
Smiling like the personification of sunshine offering its light to the most beautiful of flowers, George obliged and moved down onto his knees, slipping your panties off. You shuddered at the cold air, whimpers forcing their way out your throat as the man grabbed onto your thighs and basked in the dim pink lights illuminating his midnight snack. It looked delectable, ripe, juicy enough for him to dive in and enjoy. But, he didn’t want to eat so soon. He liked to play with his food first.
Out of desperation, you grabbed onto his cheeks and pulled his face up so you both were eye-to-eye. His brown eyes went a bit wide in surprise, gingerly slipping a finger into you, your face flushing red and contorting in bliss.
“E... eat me out, Gogy. Please,” you muttered out what you could through heaving breaths. “Need that tongue...”
And they wishin’ that their pussy was a kissin’ booth
Taste breakfast, lunch, and gin and juice
George blew onto your clit, drinking in the view of your pussy gushing at the idea of him even eating you out. He found it adorable every time he teased and played around with you that you would end up begging for his soft touches. He wondered what would’ve happened if he continued to stream for another hour or so. Would you have gotten off yourself? Maybe sneak into his office and beg for attention? Text him a few suggestive photos and videos to tease him while he was messing around with friends?
The possibilities were endless. And that excited him more.
One lick. That was all it took to get you quivering at any sort of contact with his mouth. George smiled and kept a mental note, and kissed the bud, letting the juices taint his lips and put his mouth to the sensitive area, making you squirm and grab onto his hair, bucking your hips up with the hopes of any sort of friction at this point. You were in need of him.
“Poor thing, have I left you for too long?” George cooed, making sure you felt the breath and impact of his words on your pussy. You whined in response. That was exactly all he needed in order to know.
And that dinner just like dessert too
And when we French, refresh, gimme two
Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach, heat blossoming between your thighs as the British man lapped at your pussy and collected the juices on his tongue, sighing contently against your sensitive skin. The urge to close your legs was extreme, but you would if his hands had not been holding your legs in place. You could only run a hand into his hair roughly, gripping onto locks of his hair as your cheeks flushed while the air slowly adjusted to the temperature of both of your bodies.
He left your clit, leaving a soft kiss on it with a strand of saliva mixed in with your slick, a concoction of bitter, sweet, and a lingering taste of sour dancing about on his tongue. Grinning, he leaned back down, leaving kisses on the soft skin of your thighs.
“G-George-” you choked out, hips bucking up at the contact.
“Shhh, sh sh...” he whispered out, baring his teeth and biting down on the flesh, humming with a chipper tone with every whimper he earned from you. “I’m just marking you up, love.”
When I bite that lip, come get me too
He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, uh
As a minute passed, which felt like hours, you threw your head back, hair tickling your neck. You bit your lip so as to not become too loud while you felt sudden intervals of biting on your thighs, hearing chuckles of pure sadism and love from George. Still chewing on your bottom lip, you glanced down with glossy eyes, seeing a dirtied canvas of blue and brown on your thighs, a handsome man in between them to complete the painting.
He got up and began slipping off his boxers, letting his cock free from its clothed prison. The tip was already leaking as he pressed it up against your own heat, leaning down to kiss your lips once more. His saliva mixed in with your once again as he slipped his tongue in, indulging in your lips as if it were his last meal. Your taste excited him even more, the feeling blossoming in his stomach and slowly creeping downwards, causing his cock to twitch against you. You whined into the kiss, which only threw him off even more.
He broke the kiss again, panting heavily as he gulped and held a hand against your cheek.
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh ohh...
George rested his forehead against yours, both of you warm to the point that someone could mistake you both for coming down with a fever. Faces hot and flushed red, his other hand went down to his cock, slowly stroking it and moaning quietly.
“Y... you ready?”
You nodded. Yes. GOD yes.
Smiling and breathlessly laughing, he slowly pushed himself into you, biting his lip and grunting as every inch went in.
It’s just principle
Baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way we move, uh ohh...
As you were being filled up, your arms instinctively went to hold onto his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck for support. In turn, he let go of his cock and moved his hands to your back, holding you up to press your body to his as you finally reached the base of his shaft. Peppering your neck and jawline with kisses, George sighed out as he felt your pussy taking his cock well, hugging him with such warmth that he swore that he could cum then and there.
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la...
All on my tongue, I want it! (la-la-la-la)
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la...
All on my tongue, I want it!
You tapped your hand on his shoulder twice, indicating to the dark-haired man that he could now move. Excited and honored to do so, George slowly thrusted into you, groaning as he felt the tip brush against your walls slowly. Your face contorted in pleasure and a slight tinge of pain, grabbing onto his forearms and shaking at the feeling of something stuffing you full. As you looked up at the man on top of you, eyes glossed over with the faintest veil of lust, you could see George biting his lip to suppress any whimpers that might have found their way into his throat.
To help with the pain, George planted his lips against yours, the softness of it all melting your heart into your stomach, causing butterflies to form and fly about as heat blossomed between the both of you. You could feel the man’s lips curl into a small smile.
Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff
Push the limit, no, you ain't good enough
“Y-you can move now, Gogy...” you whimpered out, breaking the kiss as you stared up at the British man. You brought a hand up, placing it gingerly on his cheek and feeling the growing stubble on George’s jawline. He snorted slightly at the nickname, but nodded and pressed his forehead on you, pulling out and carefully thrusting in again to test the waters.
The moan that escaped your lips was enough validation for George to keep going.
“Mmn, god...” you heard him grumble out under his breath.
All your friends say that you lost without me
All my bitches feel like I dodged the county
Pants and soft moans began to fill up the rest of the empty space of the room, with the accompaniment of soft slapping of skin as George kept a slow pace, blushing at any noise that formed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and bucked your hips up with each thrust to match his rhythm.
“Fuuuck... how do you keep staying t-this tight-” George began with a sickeningly sweet tone, his enunciation of each word with his accent filling your ears with pure bliss. “You- haaahhh- oh god, you’re so wet-”
Drool formed at the edges of your mouth, dripping down as you wrapped your legs around the British man’s waist, forcing him even deeper inside, eliciting a lewd moan to leave his own mouth. As you peeked up at him, you smirked playfully as you noticed his tongue barely stuck out at the sheer pleasure.
Fucking with you feel like jail...
I can’t even exhale...
“C’mon, Gogy, faster-” you demanded, which made George shiver with excitement. But, catching you by surprise, he pulled out.
Before you could let out a whimper to protest, you felt warm hands grabbing onto your lower torso and your body turned onto your stomach. You glanced up at George, who was focused on lining up his cock against your entrance, a wide grin plastered on his face as he began to thrust into you again.
“Wait a l-little, love, I wanna take my time with you,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear, putting a hand to your lower back to constrain your hip movements.
“Shit, you’re perfect...” you heard him growl as he picked up the pace.
Pussy like holy grail, you know that
You gon' make me need bail, you know that
Caught dipping with your friend
You ain't even half man, lying on your—, you know that
Got me a bag full of brick, you know that
You felt another hand slide under your neck, pulling you up as a slight force was put on the sides of it by two slender fingers as your back was pressed up against George’s chest, your ear filled with soft grunts and moans with each thrust, the sound of slapping skin becoming more wet and louder.
Looking back at the man behind you, seeing the LED lights bounce off his hair and glistening face, mixed in with the growing redness of his face, it almost felt like you were dreaming. And you would wish to replay the image in your head a thousand times over.
You yelped, feeling the hand that was pinning down your lower back groping your ass and feeling fingernails dig into the soft skin, which was followed by a low chuckle.
Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back
All this ass for real
Drama make you feel
Fantasy and whip appeal is all I can give you
“A-ahh, George, please-” you pleaded out, only to be shushed by the man thrusting into you, the movement slowly but surely growing sloppy with every passing second.
“You feel me growing in you, love? You caused this, you know,” his mellifluous tone seeping into your senses with such a playful tone, you subconsciously tightened onto his cock. George felt a familiar knot in his stomach, hand slipping from your throat to your stomach, pressing his palm up against you and attempting to bury himself as deep as he could.
“G-George-!”
“That’s it, baby, you feel it too, don’t you?” the British man cooed as he deepened his thrusts.
“Fuck- p-please, George, I’m gonna-”
“Go ahe- nghh, fuck- go ahead, cum for me.”
“Shit- George-!”
Your vision blurred and almost turned white as you felt your insides raising in temperature, the knot in your stomach becoming loose.
Can you kiss me more?
We’re so young, boy
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, uh ohh…
You felt hands letting you go, your lower torso feeling odd without the feeling of being stuffed full by George as he carefully pulled out, groaning as he realized the mess the both of you had made. Catching both your breaths, you smiled, heat blooming on your cheeks again as you felt fingers spreading your hole, knowing that the tall man’s eyes were glued onto the sight of his own cum dribbling out of you.
“Haahhh... fuck... oh my god, this is just-” you heard George mumble out, cutting himself off as you glanced back and saw him looking around the room.
“...do you have any tissues or anything we can clean up with-?” you heard him ask in his usual tone, making you giggle and try to get up.
“Y-yeah- I have... some tissues in the top... drawer over there,” you replied, catching your breath and slowly recovering your voice.
Hearing the top drawer open, you whimpered at the soft material cleaning up your lower torso, but calmed down at George’s hands massaging your hip.
“Let me take care of you, (Y/N), you did great,” the man praised, earning a small chirp from you out of happiness.
“As much as I wanna lie down and pass out after... that-” George began again, letting out a tiny huff of laughter. “We need to take a bath.”
Feeling your body lifted into his arms as the British man attempted to carry your weight with his weak arms, George was able to carry you to the bathroom, cautiously setting you down on the toilet as he let out a heavy sigh of relief and leaned over to start up the water.
It's just principle
Baby, hold me 'cause I like the way you groove, uh-oh
Oh, darlin'
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la
All on my tongue, I want it
With weak legs, you grabbed onto the counter, carefully creeping up behind George and wrapped your arms around his waist, causing him to barely jump up in surprise. He looked back, face flushed pink and a soft smile forming.
“Mmmlove you, Gogy...” you mumbled out hazily, feeling a wave of sleep beginning to wash over you.
“I love you too, (Y/N). C’mon, we can take the bath and then fall asleep together,” he bargained, turning around and holding you in his arms.
The only thing you could remember before the night was swept under the rug of time was the kiss George gave you before dipping the both of you in the warm water.
Hello everyone! This is my first writing for someone, so I hope you all enjoy!
This idea came to me when I figured out that Wilbur's ears turn red whenever he's sleepy due to a stream he had did, and I was listening to Bubble Gum by Clairo. So I began writing and finished it in about 40 minutes. This entire piece was written due to yearning. You're welcome.
CC!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns are used)
The tall man let out a yawn as he rubbed his eyes that were threatening to spill tears of exhaustion. He had just finished streaming and said his final goodbyes, the early hours of the morning getting to him as he slowly rolled out his chair from his wooden desk and carefully got up. He stumbled onto his feet, glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t unusual for Wilbur to stay up this late entertaining late night audiences who were restless or just needed a more calm setting than what the harsh world had to offer, but tonight had crept onto him, leeching off his energy that left him like a dim headlight on a freeway.
He noticed a soft tune coming from a shared bedroom, a mixture of soft strumming of strings and an even softer voice emitting from it, which immediately warmed his heart as a soft red painted his cheeks to accompany his ears that had already turned to the same shade while he had been streaming. Wilbur gingerly placed his hands on the frame of the door, creaking it open so as to not disturb his partner too much, who had been singing the night away with the hopes of finding some exhaustion to cling onto and dip into unconsciousness.
Being immersed in the strum patterns and faced away from the doorway, (Y/N) didn’t notice the brunette man cautiously wandering in, admiring the voice. It made his heart beat against his ribcage and his stomach flutter. As he sat on the bed, (Y/N) stopped, turning back slowly and smiling once they noticed him. His eyes had already looked heavy and his glasses were just on the tip of his nose. But they also noticed his ears, which were a dead giveaway to his state of mind.
“Hello, love. Couldn’t sleep?” Wilbur mumbled, pulling his partner close and pressing them up against his chest. It was easy for (Y/N) to follow his rhythmic heartbeat, grinning as the man hummed contently.
“No... I was just here hoping that it would come to me, but一” (Y/N) started. “It just went woosh.”
Wilbur giggled. He took in a whiff of your scent, his face only growing warmer. (Y/N) had carefully placed their instrument down on the side of the bed, wrapping their arms around his torso. He had just noticed you wearing his Los Campesinos jumper. The scent of him and yours becoming a concoction in the air brought him a sense of relief and joy.
The sleepiness continued to creep onto him.
“Wil? Are you okay...?” (Y/N) whispered out, feeling a shift of weight on them. There was a small jolt from Wilbur.
He only groaned out, pulling you into his lap and snuggling (Y/N) closer to him. They could only laugh as they realized what it is he was probably asking for without saying it outright. And by god, was it endearing.
“Alright, alright, c’mere,” (Y/N) requested, getting off of Wilbur’s lap to uncover the bed and tuck themselves into the weighted blankets. The brunette man slipped off his jacket, leaving him in his white graphic shirt and dark sweatpants. He happily obliged, tucking himself behind (Y/N) and pulling them close into his body, creating a cage of limbs around them.
His legs had intertwined with theirs, arms wrapped around (Y/N)’s stomach. Wilbur took off his glasses with one hand and lazily placed them on the nightstand in front of you. Satisfied, the tall man pulled you close to his body and buried his face into your neck, his hair tickling your face. He was filled with immense comfort.
A long late night stream, trying to stay awake for his fans and those who decided to stick around, ears turning red out of sleepiness. Telling stories, playing guitar and singing, the artificial glow of the monitors bouncing off his pale skin and glasses, eyes slightly going cross-eyed with every hour as he grew more and more lethargic.
And in the end, he would get to curl up on his mattress under heavy blankets with the other human being which he grew to love and deeply care for. And he couldn’t ask for anything better.
“Mmm... you smell like bubblegum...” he said, speech muffled with the jumper (Y/N) was wearing. They giggled, finally feeling the clutches of sleep grasping onto their eyes and threatening for them to shut. (Y/N) raised a hand, playing around with Wilbur’s hair and running fingers onto his scalp.
“I love you...” he muttered out before you could feel his grip loosening due to falling asleep.
(Y/N) softly turned over so his face was no longer buried in their neck and was rather staring at the man. Overbearing and soft emotions, (Y/N) brushed their lips over Wilbur’s leaving a kiss before nuzzling their cheek into his chest. Despite eyes being closed, there was a small twinkle in the man’s eyes and a smile crept onto his lips.
They felt thumbs rubbing into your back, easing tensions and muscles and causing both people to then fall asleep. Even if this man would sing wishing not to be anyone’s “soft boy,” the lyrics would make (Y/N) chuckle, knowing how soft Wilbur can become, especially when he grows tired.
