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as a treat and extra thank you, here is a snippit from a wolfbur smut request i'm working on. not a smutty section tho sorry.
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until (from what you thought was nowhere, but in retrospect was incredibly obvious) recently, you realised you maybe, possibly, probably, definitely are in love with him.
his face pressed into your neck reminds you you're still currently being held by him. his stubble is a little overgrown and it scratches against your exposed shoulder, only made more intimate as he lets out an exaggerated sigh so you can feel his warm breath.
"you need more friends, clearly." you finally reply, knowing sarcasm and bluffing is your best option to avoid going on what he doesn't realise is essentially a date.
"i have friends." he says quickly, words muffled since he still hasn't lifted his head from your shoulder. he's sniffing now, something else you'd gotten familiar with during your time together. he explained how basically every canine had very strong family connections, and any relationship was held close to the heart, cuddling was on the same level as shaking hands.
"but i don't wanna show them, not until i've shown you. so you see it first. uh, second, i mean." he continues finally looking at your face with a nervous smile, trying and failing to read your facial expression before hiding in your shoulder again. "i was first, obviously. but second is pretty good too."
you scoff and tilt your head away, eye contact is too much right now. too much when his leg is already firmly pressed between yours, his curls tickling your jaw, his lips brushing against your neck every time he spoke. he smelt good too, like... weirdly more than normal. which stood out considering most of the time he either smelt like blood or rain.
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here is a list of fics surrounding all Wilbur characters I write for! all fem!reader.
🥀= agnst ☁️=fluff 🌱= short fic 💋 =smut/sexual themes ⛔️= dangerous situations proceed with caution
updated: 4-25-26
cc!Wilbur Soot
Abuse those I love: you and wilbur break up, wilbur realizes how much he messed up. 🥀
His sweater: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing. ☁️
I don’t deserve you, you deserve the world: A drunk wilbur makes a confession to you. 🥀☁️
What am I supposed to do, if theres no you?: reader has an illness and fears for her future with wilbur. 🥀☁️
Home is whever you are tonight: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset. 🥀☁️
You and me need never be, lonely again: request ☁️🥀
part two of^ By the Sea: you move to brighton, and wilbur helps you move into your new apartment. ☁️🌱
Playing Geoguesrr with Wilbur and him fingering you 💋
Musicianbur
Rest Easy: Wilbur overworks himself which results in him falling asleep in your lap in the studio. ☁️
Jitters and good luck kisses: Wilbur is anxious before a show and the only thing that can subside him is a kiss from his favorite person, you. ☁️
Interview with lovejoy: reader interviews lovejoy and wilbur has a crush on her. ☁️
Dance with me: you and wilbur dance at a musical festival 🌱☁️
We could make such a pretty picture: you’re lovejoys tour photographer and wilbur likes to tease you ☁️🌱
Kiss me (beneath the milky twilight) : you're the backup singer for lovejoy, the fans don’t know you and wilbur are together, but one duet changes that. 🌱☁️
Is it New Years Yet? : in which wilburs flight gets delayed due to a snow storm and you’re left alone for christmas. 🥀☁️
Oh why can’t he just bore me to death? In which you and wilbur live in the same apartment building and one day your boyfriend complains that he can’t sleep due to the noise through the thin walls. Reluctantly, you go over to tell them to quiet down. It’s then that you meet wilbur for the first time.🥀☁️
Quick you and wilbur have a quickie in the studio while the rest of the guys are out getting lunch. 💋
Every damn second you’re with me while on tour with lovejoy, you and wilbur decide on his day off to go sight seeing and you stumble across a record store. ☁️
Still, we bloomed. going on tour with lovejoy to japan isnt everything you hoped it would be. 🥀☁️
Q!Wilbur (qsmp)
you are my sunshine: a short story of taking care of tallulah! ☁️
Absent in the spring: a small vacation to Phil’s beach house causes you to finally break down. (featuring q!philza) ☁️🥀
Rockstar!Wilbur
Groupie love: a glimpse into a night with a rockstar in his hotel room based off groupie love by lana del ray 💋
Pogbur
nothing
Revivebur
I gave you my coat, you chose to lean on me instead. based on wilburs last lore stream, he takes you to Techno's cabin to talk to Philza, and you finally break down. (also based around that line from ‘oh distant you’ that makes me sob.) 🥀
Ghostbur
now the rain comes A short little blurb about cuddling ghostbur during a rainstorm. ☁️
Hockeybur
I guess this time there’s just no hiding, (fighting you make me restless.) : sbi hockey au! ☁️🌱
Dadbur
Take care of you: a little fic of wilbur taking care of pregnant!reader 🌱☁️
Wolfbur
nothing
Zombur (sorry boys zombie video)
And you just can’t say goodbye: Wil gets bitten, and angst ensues. 🥀
Siren (tommyinnits clinic for super villains)
Safe with you: you do dangerous things to get sirens attention. 💋⛔️
Incelbur
Sweet fantasy: incelbur jerks off to the thought of you. 💋
Cowboy!wilbur
cowboy!wilbur headcanons 💋☁️
Simpbur
I wanna see you simpbur walks in on you touching yourself 💋
CW!!! mentions of eating and overworking, you/your pronouns, no use of y/n, wilbur quits reader's job without asking, small panic
wolfbur x reader - 800 words
proofread by @drop-of-void ty ty
notes: ive been in a very soft mood and this fic is incredibly self indulgent :))
Wilbur missed you.
You hadn’t had a day off work in weeks and you were so exhausted that the only thing you could do when you arrived home was curl up in his arms and sleep. And as a lycan he was very comfortable to sleep next to.
So that was the routine. You would wake up extremely early, attempt - and fail - to eat something, and head directly to work. Wilbur would make you something that would be easy to scarf down when you came home at an ungodly hour, with plenty of nutrients, and then you would fall asleep next to him.
And repeat.
Wilbur had decided this was enough, you were working yourself to death and it pained him to see you nauseous so often that you were rapidly losing weight. So he finally called your boss and ‘gently’ explained that you would not be working today. Or ever again. And when you woke up that early morning, he pulled you back to bed.
“Wilbur I’m going to be late- stop- Wilbur stop!” You cried out anxiously. He loosened his grip, but still held you, kissing your head and petting you gently.
“Hey, hey, you’re not going to be late, darling! I called you in sick, okay? You need to rest, I…” He looked down at you, your eyes tearing up, “Oh honey, come here.” He wrapped his arms around you and cooed softly, almost tearing up himself.
“Darling, you are not going back to work,” he said, trying to be firm without sounding upset. “I… I called your boss and said that you wouldn’t be coming back..” He waited for your reaction.
“You- you did what?” You panicked trying to push away from him and get to your phone.
“Darling- my love, please- sweetheart.” He held your shoulders and crouched to be eye level with you. “You are overworked. I will take care of you and the house and any other needs you may have, but you are not going back to work.” He was firm enough that you obliged, but you could tell he really cared for you. You were his mate! It was his job to protect and care for you.
He gently guided you back to bed and brushed his fingers through your hair until you fell into a peaceful sleep.
After a few hours, when the sun spilled golden light past the curtains, Wilbur carefully got out of bed. He padded over to the kitchen and made a breakfast you would be able to keep down, stored it in the fridge, and then he got to work on cleaning.
He started in the living room, wiping down the large window that looked out into the garden and dusting all the trinkets that sat on the ledge. Moving to the right, he carefully took down your books from their shelves - remembering the order they were in, even if you had hundreds - and cleared away all the dust. Once they were all back in place, he continued with the desk that hid in the corner of the room, creating its own little nook. He cleared away the balled up papers, week old cups, and many, many, energy drinks. He emptied your small bin, replacing the bag, and then continued dusting.
You had many small items around the house, trying to fill it as much as possible. As a kid, you had to keep your room minimalist. Nothing on the walls, everything put in its place, and if these rules were broken, your parents would come in with trash bags and throw everything away.
Wilbur knew how important these were to you, so he took care in making sure everything was nicely back in its place.
By the time he was done with the living room, you had woken up, softly toddling over to him as he greeted you with a hug. His large t-shirt hung loosely on your tiny frame and your hair was a bit of a mess.
“Hello, my darling!” he whispered, a large grin on his face, “I made you something to eat that shouldn’t upset your stomach, would you like to follow me to the kitchen?” He was very patient, allowing you to say no, but you nodded and he walked you to the fridge. He made sure not to watch you eat, busying himself with more cleaning until you were done.
“Wilbur?” He heard your small voice from the kitchen and rushed over.
“Yes, love?” You were crying again, but you had finished your food. He sat next to you, gently taking your hands. “Honey, what’s the matter?”
“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him, “Thank you for caring about me.”
His heart melted. Of course he cared about you! Not just because you were his mate, but because you were an amazing person. Your smile lit up the room tenfold and your voice - your laughter - was something he could listen to on repeat for the rest of his life.
