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“Your mom leaves me high and dry most of the time” Wilbur says softly petting your hair, “I wish she wouldn’t but most of the time it’s a not tonight and maybe tomorrow” 

You look up at him, confused as to what he’s talking about, “she doesn’t have sex with you?” You ask softly, almost shamed, Wilbur nods.

“Yeah and I just don’t think, a relationship like this can really continue on, but I love your mother in every aspect except for that. I love how hard working she is and how much she’s sacrificed for you and me” he adds, “she’s given up her time at home with me and you so I can stay home and you focus on your studies, but I just don’t like how tired and exhausted she is all the time, how I work hard keeping the house clean, taking care of you and dealing with you” 

You nod in acknowledgment.

“Basically I keep the home fire going but your mother isn’t suppling the-” 

“wood” you manage to mutter, Wilbur feels the smile appearing on his face, he nods.

“Exactly babygirl” he says smiling, “if you can do that, I’ll let you get away with this if you keep it a secret and your mom doesn’t find out about your little habit”, he lifts your head to look at him and wipes your tears away gently.

“Look, I’m not going to make you, you can say no”

You realize you don’t have much of a choice now. Either your mom ships you off and you’ll never see your friends again or a few minutes of your life.

You swallow your pride and nod, wiping away your tears, “I’ll do it”

“Look, you don’t have to”

“I’ll do it Wilbur! Don’t make me say it again” you cry softly before he hugs you, rubbing your back gently.

“Are you sure?” He asks as you nod, “okay, we’ll do it when you’re feeling better” 

The following day, you wait anxiously, Wilbur not acting any different than ever. He doesn’t ask much of you, just the usual stuff, ‘how’d you like your eggs?’ ‘Juice or coffee’ ‘have you been drinking water?’ Etc. it all makes everything feel so bitter in your mouth later on in the night when you crawl into his bed. 

You’re in a nightgown, not bothering to wear much besides panties underneath, knowing he’s going to take them off anyways.

Wilbur gently rubs your back through the nightgown, “you sure about this princess? You can turn back any moment now” he says softly

“I’m sure” you mutter laying on top of him.

“Alright” he says as you sit up, you softly pull out his throbbing cock from his boxers, watching it spring to life in your hands. You give it a few experimental strokes as he softly groans, “careful honey” he says stroking your hair gently.

“Sorry daddy, it’s my first time” you say softly, leaning down and giving his tip a few kitten licks before taking it into your mouth. You try not to make a mess but your drool ends up all over his cock as he’s groaning underneath you, you pull away from it with a pop.

“Is it ready?” You ask, he nods in response. You move around to pull off your panties, the ones you expected him to take off with no concern. You get on top of Wilbur, slowly aligning his cock with your entrance as he holds your hips.

“Careful now” he mutters “wouldn’t want to hurt you”

You start to sink down gently, Wilbur holding your hips as you let out a silent gasp. You’re trying to hold back your sounds of pain until you’ve fully taken him, letting out a soft cry while his cock is stretching out your tight walls.

“Oh, good girl” he says rubbing your hips “just stay there for a second sweetheart, get used to the size”

“Yes daddy” you whine, feeling the pain before he starts to move you, slowly melting into sinful pleasure. You moan softly, your own body betrays you, starting to rock your hips faster and faster as you feel the pleasure. Your moans and whines get louder and louder alongside Wilbur’s groans. 

Your bodies are rocking the bed into the headboard, taking in the moment that you both had given them and returning only pleasure, terrible sinful amazing pleasure. 

His fat tip manages to hit the spot that will have you seeing stars, only egging on your orgasm. You moan louder, moving your hips faster and before the both of you know it, you have reached euphoria.

You cum around Wilbur’s cock as he starts to bounce you up and down faster before his cum is released inside of you. You collapse on top of him, shaky with your post orgasmic bliss. He strokes your hair softly, gently whispering shaky words of praise. 

“There we go, there we go sweet girl” he says softly, “you did so good for your daddy” 

You nod in agreement, slowly dozing off.

The next morning it’s like nothing happened, like everything was normal, it would make you sick to your stomach if it wasn’t for something else, your mother’s return from her trip. 

She comes back drunk and all smiles, hugging you and Wilbur constantly, talking about how well her trip went and how amazing it all was. Nothing could bring her down from this and at some point she asks about you, “so how was she behaving?” She asks Wilbur excitedly.

“Oh she was a good girl” 

You feel the pit forming in your stomach.

“Really? Well this calls for a celebration!” She laughs “sex all night Wilbur!” She cheers.

“Not tonight honey, maybe tomorrow”

You feel like throwing up, it wasn’t your mother, it was 

“Wilbur!” She chirps “you always say that!” your mother giggles “I’m supposed to keep the money going and you don’t even give me any wood!”

They both laugh softly as you watch them, “n/n, sweetheart, come have a drink with us” she offers

“Oh, no thank you” you say softly, making her laugh 

“That girl is so uptight! You’re young, live a little, it’s not like I’m gonna ship you off to some sort of boarding school!” 

You realize what he has done

“I’m just gonna go to bed” you say starting to head up stairs 

“Without kissing me goodnight?” Your mom asks jokingly

You want to bury yourself in a hole and die, but manage to drag your feet over to them. “Night mom” you mutter, kissing your mom goodnight on the cheek. You go over to Wilbur “goodnight daddy” you mutter going to kiss him on the cheek but he turns causing you to kiss his lips with a soft smack causing you to turn red as your mom bursts out laughing and you walk quickly to the stairs.

The next morning you felt like shit, reeking of weed and alcohol, not wanting to get up and everytime you did, you got up dizzy. You just wanted to rest in bed, but Wilbur had to come in, he wasn’t loud or obnoxious like always, instead this time he gently set a large water bottle on your night stand, a bottle of pills and a note ‘come talk to me when you feel better -Wilbur’

You had taken the pills and drank half of the bottle and showered, feeling clean and comfortable you slowly snuck down stairs to get your breakfast, well now probably dinner. 

You thought you would’ve been sly, getting food then going back up, but didn’t account for the creaky step that had him looking up at you now coming downstairs.

Despite how late it was into the day he softly muttered a “morning y/n” 

“Morning Wilbur” you said dreadfully, anxious of how he’ll react. You expected him to start yelling, screaming at you for how immature you’ve acted recently. You felt the familiar knot of anxiety bubble up in your tummy. 

“Y/n” he says softly 

“Yes?”

“Sit down please, we need to talk” he says softly, almost like he’s dreading this conversation, “so, I haven’t told your mom what happened yet and she has suspicion that you’re doing these things” 

You nod, filled with anxiety “your mom is thinking about sending you to a correction school far from here, she’s been looking at them and said that if you came home drunk or high that I need to tell her and she’ll drug test you” 

It feels like there’s a pit in your stomach, you want to puke, to die, you feel so stupid for doing this, “please Wilbur” you say feeling sick “please don’t tell her”

Wilbur shakes his head no “look, you haven’t shown me respect and haven’t shown your mother much respect as of recent either, I’m sorry y/n”

Your heart drops “please Wilbur, I’ll” you feel your throat drying up, for the first time ever you’re scared of Wilbur “please, I’ll do anything” 

He shakes his head no, “I can’t do much for you” he says petting your hair softly

“Wilbur please” you beg “please don’t do this” 

“Sweetheart, you did this to yourself, you have to face the consequences of your actions” he says softly causing you to tear up as he gently strokes your hair, the little sniffles you let out breaking his heart. “I’m so sorry sweetheart” he softly mutters

For the first time ever, you feel the words bubbling up inside you, “daddy, please don’t” you manage to beg.

You haven’t said that word in a long time.

Not since your father passed, not since you were five and scared of the monsters in your room, fearing that they would come out and eat you.

Little did you know the true monster wasn’t in your room under your bed or in your closet, not even in the vent you swore made weird sounds.

You were laying your head on his shoulder.

the following morning you had woken up to your mom gone and left alone with your stepdad. you angrily walked down stairs as he said a cheerful good morning to you, only grumbling a fuck you in response. you didn’t want to talk to him, let alone see his stupid fucking face.

god you couldn’t stand him for a second more, you wanted to scream at him to get out when you noticed him reaching for a mug that had been your dad’s favorite for years, you wanted to tell him to get the fuck out of your house and that he didn’t belong within a foot of your house. you wanted to tell him that he should’ve been dead, not your dad, but you didn’t. instead making yourself a cup of coffee, ignoring his offer of pancakes and bacon and a “day full of fun” with him for going out instead.

you ignored him as he went barging into your room, declaring that you were to spend a day with him, muttering “you’re not my dad, stop acting like it” as you finished applying your lipgloss and grabbed your bag. you walked out the door, not to be seen until sundown or until you were high enough to forget wilbur even existed.

you stumbled into the house, all smiles as wilbur sat at the dinner table eating pizza. you reeked of weed and alcohol, anyone could smell it a while away. wilbur looked up at you from his phone, “you smell” he states

you just giggle and smile “you suck ass” you say grinning as he shakes his head in disapproval “so? what’s it to you, you’re not my dad” you giggle, going to walk up the stairs before he speaks up.

“y/n, sit down, we need to have a talk” he says sternly, slamming his hand on the table, clearly upset. suddenly all your high and all your joy had faded away, looking at him in almost fear. you felt the blood slowly drain from your face as you slowly walked to the table and sat down.

“about what william?” you ask, trying to keep your best poker face.

“you come home smelling of weed and booze and as the man of the house im not going to have that just fly by me” he says angrily, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes.

“as the man of the house” you mock “what man! huh wilbur, you married my mom less than three months after my dad died and i didn’t even come from your balls, if you even have any” you say crossing your arms

“don’t disrespect me in my house” he says angrily, you stand up from your seat, ready to argue back before you feel something else coming back up. quickly you run to the kitchen, throwing up in the garbage can. feeling all the food and booze finally kicking you in the ass, starting to slowly tear up as wilbur gets up and holds your hair back. he gently pats your back until you’re done, gently dragging you to the kitchen sink to rinse out your mouth.

you sob softly as he tells you to rinse and spit, trying to clean up your face before taking you up the stairs to your bathroom. he gets your teeth brushed and gets you changed into a clean set of pajamas as you softly cry. once he has you tucked in, you look up at him, feeling lost and confused and dizzy.

"you're not going to tell mom, right?" you ask tearfully as he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "thats a conversation for tomorrow sweetheart." he says softly "just try to sober up for now"

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your mom remarried soon after your father’s death, it had felt like she gave it no chance for it to even sink in for you by the time she was down at the courthouse getting married to some man. when you had told you about it, you had initially been angry with her, seething when she told you he was going to move in soon.

you weren’t ready for a step as big as this, for some stranger to come in and try and take the place of your father. maybe it was because you were a daddy’s girl or maybe because you didn’t like the idea of change, but you hated the idea of another man in your house. another man sleeping in the bed you used to crawl into when you had nightmares as a kid. another man sipping out of your father’s favorite mug, putting his shoes where your dad used to after work, sitting on the sofa you used to sit on and watch movies with your dad.

you realized you hated your stepdad, no matter who he was he could never replace your dad and you will make sure he knows it.

slowly, but surely, you never gave him gifts for his birthday or father’s day, no shitty crafts or even crafts. he didn’t get anything from you at all.

you made sure to ignore his “good mornings” and questions when you got home from school, you walked straight to your room and refused to talk to him unless your mom made you.

everything was fine, you both didn’t speak until, “fuck do you think you’re doing, going into my room looking through my stuff!” you yell angrily at wilbur, throwing a stuffed animal at him as he runs down the stairs

“hey, hey, hey, whats going on?” your mom asks looking at wilbur

“i was just-“he was looking through my stuff!” you say cutting wilbur off, “get your husband under control mom!”

your mom looks to you then to wilbur, “what happened?” she asks him softly as he gets closer to her

“well she came home smelling like weed the other day and i was-“OH! cut the shit wilbur!” you say coming down the stairs “mom, he was looking through my stuff!”

“i was just worried you were-“I WASN’T! mom! he’s lying!”

“well n/n, he has the right to be concerned for you, you always shower after coming home” you mom says now agreeing with wilbur

“b-but i’m not, mom please”

“well your dad has the right to be concerned for you” she says as you feel the rage building up inside you “he cares and, n/n, just listen to your dad”

“he’s not my dad!” you yell, stomping back to your room and slamming the door shut.

you were seething with anger, you hate your stepdad for existing and you hate your mom for marrying him and you hate your dad for dying and leaving you alone, you hated everything.

slowly but surely you cried yourself to exhaustion, passing out as your mom talked with wilbur

“i think i need to send her off to some sort of boarding school or a psych ward” your mom said sadly “she can’t even handle being around you and i’m probably gonna have to cancel my trip or take her with me” she said as wilbur felt himself get nervous a she heard her, if she cancelled her trip she would ruin his hard work and his plan.

“look, don’t worry about it, i’ll talk it out with her, set boundaries and whatever she needs to help her feel more comfortable” wilbur said

“are you sure?” she asked nervously

“course i am! by the time you come back, me and her are gonna be best buds!” he reassured her

some are cropped from pictures you took with family and friends, some you took with him at gatherings, others are of him following you home from school, watching you get changed through your window