Lol No Why

It was late at night and raining, and you were driving Karl home after a Mr Beast video shoot. You had an umbrella so you got out of the car with Karl and brought him to the door.

“See you tomorrow” you told him and smiled but right as you were about to turn around he stopped you.

“I think the rains too heavy for you to drive home right now, you should stay the night” he quirked his head to the side as he looked at you from half way inside the front door.

“I don’t wanna be a bother or anything, I’ll be fine Karl”

“No, please stay, I’ll worry about you” he had a pleading look on his face and you knew you had to accept. If you didn’t it would be like kicking a lost puppy.

He let you in and you put the umbrella beside the front door. He guided you to the living room and took your jacket before you sat down. You looked around the room and took in everything, it was your first time inside properly and it very much suited him.

He went into the kitchen to make hot chocolate for the both of you and you scrolled through your phone as you waited. You heard him call your name a few moments later and stood up, following the direction he had gone earlier. You stood in the doorway that you now understood alles to the kitchen and looked around for him. When you heard him right beside you in the direction you weren’t looking, you jumped.

“Hot chocolates ready if you want some” he smiled but right as you were about to move in the direction of what you assumed were the mugs of hot chocolate, he spoke again. “You’re under the mistletoe”

“What?” you eyes met his and he had an awfully giddy look on his face.

“Look up” he told you and you did, seeing a small bunch of fresh mistletoe nailed to the wooden doorframe.

“Oh” you giggled

“We should kiss… y’know for tradition” he was being a lot more confident about this type of thing than he usually was and who were you to say no. Instead of giving a verbal answer you placed your hand on his jaw and leant in. He took the hint and reciprocated the action. The moment his soft lips hit yours it was like sparks flew. It was soft but still passionate and you could feel his hands sneak around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return.

“Y/n” he breathed out as the kiss broke for a minute, neither of you letting go of the other.

“Karl”

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he pushed his lips into yours again and this time you both stumbled into the living room. You both managed to land on the sofa, you sitting on his lap, straddling him, as the kiss continued. His hips bucked up once and you accidentally let out a moan, muffled by his mouth.

You moved away and hid your face in his shoulder out of embarrassment. He only tilted your head up again with his hand to look at your face.

“Wait.. don’t- I… fuck” his face was just as red as yours as he tried to get a coherent sentence. Instead, he rolled his hips up to meet yours again and you gasped at the sudden contact again. “Is this okay?”

You nodded and he pulled your front flush against him as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He rolled his hips up and you took the sign to grind your down into his. Breathy moans and whimpers filled the room as both of you rolled your hips together, desperate to get friction.

“Fuck this feel so good” he rested his head on your shoulder and shamelessly let out his own whimpers. Your head did the same, resting on his shoulder as you chased the pleasure.

“Fuck” you whined out as his hands moved down to grip onto your hips, guiding your movements. You could tell you both wanted more but it all felt too good to stop.

“Go faster” Karl pleaded, trying to muffle his own sounds in your neck. You complied and moved as fast as you could. Both of you were panting and holding onto the other as if you’d disappear.

“I’m close” you moaned feeling your high approaching.

“Me… too baby” he started to thrust up his hips faster, the movement going straight to where you needed it. You felt your orgasm crash over you but you kept your movements as consistent as possible so he could cum.

“Fuck” he groaned out “I’m gonna…” he couldn’t finish his sentence before his release came, the white liquid coating his boxers and his noises filling your ears.

You stayed on his lap, both of you resting in eachothers arms until you both became too aware of the sweaty feeling and your own liquid in your underwear.

Karl grabbed you a tshirt and boxers to change into and changed into a hoodie himself.

You woke up to George haphazardly getting out of the bed, and by haphazardly, he somehow managed to kick your arm.

“What’re you doing” you asked once you had some sense of where you were.

“I have the vlog with Tommy later, I have to go shower”

“No” you protested by grabbing his arm “it’s too cold”

“Come on baby, Tommy’ll kill me if I’m late” he tried to shake you off his arm but you pulled him down further.

“Do you want me to die from the cold” you were more awake now.

“How about you shower with me?” he raised his eyebrow at you and after about 10 seconds of thinking you vigorously shook your head. “Come on then” he tried to drag you out of the bed but you laid limp.

“Carry me”

“Ugh” he sighed dramatically but happily slid his arms under you and carried you bridal style to the bathroom (he struggled a bit but you both were too giddy to care). It really was cold and you were shaking since you were just wearing an oversized shirt.

George slipped off his tshirt and shorts, expecting you to do the same but you just stood there so, he lifted your shirt off you once he was ready and his breath hitched as he took in your body. No matter how much he saw you, he still couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. He turned on the water and waited for it to warm up by planting a warm kiss on your shoulder.

Once the water was warm enough, you both climbed in. You grabbed the shampoo and massaged it into Georges hair as he slid his hands up and down your sides. Trying to rinse the suds out became a nightmare as he started to suck on the crook of your neck. You eventually managed to do it but any attempt to use the conditioner was futile as his hand started trailing up your inner thigh and onto where you needed it most.

“Fuck… George” your head fell into his shoulder as his hand skillfully worked you up. You shakily brought your hand to his length and began to stroke. His head fell back and you took the chance to sink to your knees.

Your hand wrapped around his cock and you stroked up and down the length again before taking it in your mouth entirely. You rested your hands on his thighs as your head bobbed up and down. His hand rested on the top of your head as he let out soft whimpers.

It only took a few minutes for him to pry you off him.

“Wanna put it in you” he whispered into your ear once you stood up again.

You took this as your sign to turn around and let him do what he wanted. He spat in his hand and pumped himself to add extra lubrication and lined his hips up with yours before thrusting into your hole.

“Fuck… so tight baby” his voice was low in your ear as his hips snapped in and away from you. Your chest was pressed flush to the wall of the shower and you let out breathy whines.

His hands help onto your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he left purple marks along the back of your neck. His hips sped up as he desperately chased his own high, bringing you to your own too. His hand reached around to touch right where you needed and you clenched around him as you came. He was close behind, pulling out and pumping himself a few final times before the white liquid landed on your back and was quickly washed off by the water.

Going on a drive to see Christmas lights with Dream seemed like a good idea at first. The thought of looking at all the pretty decorations while your boyfriend had his hand resting on your upper thigh with the heating of the car on just felt comforting.

But of course, that wasn’t exactly how it played out. The hand on your thigh turned into his fingers inching closer and closer to your core, and you, getting wetter in the process. There was no hesitance in the way he told you to take your pants off while you were parked on a busy street and there was no shame in the way he smiled when he fucked his fingers in and out of you as loud whines left your lips that anyone walking by could hear.

“Fuck, Dream, right there” your voice was quiet and cracked as his fingers effortlessly hit right where you needed and his calloused thumb rubbed light circles on your clit. Your words made his pace speed up, his breathe was heavy and he leaned further over the console in the centre of the car to get his digits as far into you as possible. He could feel you clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close.

“Go on, cum on my fingers” he pressed a sloppy kiss onto the exposed skin of your neck and you complied. You released on his fingers, whimpers leaving your mouth and your legs shaking as he kept his fingers pumping in an out of you to get you through your orgasm. You could hear the cats that drove by and the groups of people laughing on the street, making you wonder if any of them could hear or see how fucked out you already looked.

Dream pushed his seat back and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just far enough for his cock to spring out. He rested his head back and you took that as your sign to climb over and onto his lap. You rested on his knees as he pumped himself a few times. You then lifted your body up and sank down onto his length, gasps leaving both of your lips, the slight sting from him stretching you overpowered by the pleasure he was going to bring you.

You started to rock your hips forwards and backwards as you began to ride him. You let out small whimpers as his cock hit the deepest part inside you. He lifted your shirt above your breasts and lightly grabbed at the flesh.

“God you’re so beautiful” he breathed out and grabbed his empty hand around your hip. His grip was harsh enough to leave a bruise but it felt too good to care.

You adjusted yourself slightly and continued bouncing on his cock, causing him to throw his head back as he let out a deep moan.

“Fuck baby” his other hand trailed down to your other hip and he started to guide you on his length. You could only hope the condensation on the windows was enough to hide you and Dream from people walking by the car.

As Dream guided you down himself, the thrusted his hips up and your head fell forward into the crook of his neck as you let out a loud moan.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum” your voice was muffled my his neck but he only started thrusting up harder, the sound of skin against skin and your mutual whimpers filled the car as you came for a second time, on his cock. He was close behind, filling you up with the white ropes of cum as he somehow buried himself deeper than before.

“Punz the roads are closed I can’t get home” you told your boyfriend.

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing”

“They’re gonna be closed for the next few days, I probably won’t be able to get home till Monday…”

“So you’re telling me we get to spend three whole days together and you’re complaining?”

“Do you even have enough food to feed two people for three days?”

“There’s a whole loaf of bread in the pantry”

“Oh god”

“Listen, we’ll figure it out, okay?” he pressed kiss to the corner of your mouth. You kissed back and the conversation ended there.

You both ended up tangled up together under a fluffy blanket on the couch, the tv playing some crappy christmas rom-com and the fire crackling infront of you.

“Baby?”

“Mm” you hummed in response

“Are you able to squirt?”

“Huh?” his question threw you off a bit considering it was so out of the blue.

“Are you able to squirt?” he repeated.

“Uh, I don’t think so? Ive never really tried. Why?”

“Can I try?”

“Uh.. okay?”

He quickly pushed his lips onto yours and kicked the blanket that covered both of you onto the floor. His hands rubbed up and down your sides for a few minutes, trying to work you up. When he decided you were ready, he quickly went to work, pulling your pants and underwear off as you lifted your hips to make it easier. He pushed you to lie down and kissed down your stomach until his mouth reached your core.

His tongue quickly lapped at your clit and he fully lied down the length of the couch, with his head stuffed between your legs. Your legs started to close around his head but he stopped them by wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them open.

Small whimpers left your lips as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Your hips grinded into his face and he left out a soft noise, the vibrations giving you more pleasure.

“Fuck” you breathed out as he brought two fingers to your hole. He plunged them in and out of you as he continued suckling at the soft bud. He started to speed his fingers up and sucked harder. Your back arched as you came on his face, your legs shaking, but he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck his fingers in and out and suck at you.

“Fuck” strings of moans and whimpers left your thoat “Daddy please” the pleasure was becoming too much and you came on his face yet again. Punz didn’t even look phased as he sat up, a grin on his face, determined to make you squirt. He licked his lips and wiped your cum off his face.

He pulled his pants and boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring out. He used one hand on the couch to keep himself above you, lined himself up and pushed in slowly. He lifted your shirt up above both of your breasts and wrapped his hand around one as he started to slowly pull out and slam back in. He quickly found a relentless pace, the couch banging against the wall and your tits bouncing.

“Fuck baby you feel so good on daddy’s cock” he grunted out, his pace not faltering. His hand moved down to your clit and rubbed gentle circles, a massive contrast to the way he pounded into you. “Fuck princess” his hips stuttered and he pushed in further than he had before, thick white ropes of cum spurting inside you. He knew you were close and sped his thumb up on your clit until he felt you squeezing around him while he was still buried inside you.

He pulled out and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“That was.. fuck that was so good” you sighed, pushing your body towards his touch.

“What do you mean was?” he lowered himself down down again and instantly wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Fuck” your hand flew down to his messy locks as his lips and tongue moved around your soaking wet cunt. A mix of his and your cum coating your lips and his mouth as he relentlessly alternated between tongue fuckimg you and sucking at your clit. Your fourth orgasm of the night was close but felt slightly different.

“Fuck daddy I’m cumming” your back arched impossibly high as you came on his face, the feeling more extreme than any you’d felt before.

“Holy shit” his head moved up from between your legs but you were still seeing stars. Once you finally looked down you noticed the wet stain on the top of his shirt and then how wet his face was. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he wiped the liquid off his face and crawled on top of you to kiss you.

It was very rare for Sam to get anywhere near his Warden persona at home. It took a lot to make the creeper hybrid take on that aggressive attitude. That was until Dream escaped, for real this time. Sam was so pissed with everything on the server the air around him seemed to crackle with his explosive creeper energy, with no fuse to light. Everyone was on edge and you had been running around the house and cleaning trying to dispel the anxiety.

Your boyfriend barged into the house and slammed the door, too agitated to even care about the frame. He charged towards your startled form before pulling you into a harsh kiss and pushing you against the wall. You were too shocked to kiss back at first, letting your hands rest against his chest. As soon as you did melt into the kiss though he pulled back, letting you see the dark storm in his eyes.

“I need to know right now if this is ok? I want to get all of this anger out. I want to fuck you until I break you. So tell me right now, can I use you until I’m satisfied.”

You felt your gut tug at the low stern voice he was using. “Yes sir.” You whimpered out, the title slipping out naturally.

“Remember the safeword?”

“Red, if I need to stop I say red.”

“Good.”

Sam stooped down and lifted you, holding you by your hips over his shoulder. It may not have been romantic but the show of pure strength and power made you flush. He threw you onto your shared bed and it was clear he wouldn’t be thinking too much about you, this was for him.

He was quick in crawling onto the bed, caging you in by straddling your hips. Eager hands began to push off your clothes as he bit and sucked along your neck and shoulders.

“Fu-Fuck Sam,” You stuttered as he roughly gripped your hips and pulled you towards his face. There was only a harsh pant of warm breath against your cunt as warning before he was eagerly lapping at your cunt.

Sam had learned very early in your relationship that you loved receiving oral, so he had gotten very good at it. He had trained his tongue to fold and glide against your clit so well he made your toes curl.

As you whine and writhed above him he held onto your thighs so you couldn’t pull away. One finger slipped into you and the warden could feel how loose you were. He focused on stimulating your clit while he added another finger. Every moan whine and cry that fell from your lips was a reward to him, telling him that he was doing a good job.

It wasn’t often that Sam needed that but after the way Quackity had treated him today, it was definitely appreciated.

“Sam- Sam! I’m so close! Please please please please.” Your words came out rushed and desperate as you held onto the sheets behind your head.

“I don’t care, cum whenever you like. Tonight doesn’t stop until I’m done.” He growled out against your sex, still scissoring his fingers inside you.

All it took was him adding a third finger for you to fall over the edge. Your back arched beautifully as he used his fingers to work you through your orgasm. Once you collapsed against the bed he drew away. You thought for a minute that he had changed his mind and you were done. That thought was quickly chased away though as you heard him starting to unbuckle his pants

“Sam-” You whined out as you heard his pants hit the floor.

“What? Are you so desperate that you need me to stuff you? Can’t go ten seconds without something filling your needy cunt.”

“Yes! I want you, need you so bad.”

Lining up his cock he slowly pressed the head in. “Now beg, tell me what a needy bitch you are and how much you need my cock.”

You whined at the delay, “I need it, I need you to fill me. Your cock always feels so good master, you make me feel so good. I was made to take your cock, I don’t want anything else just please fill me.” your eyes opened and you looked up to see Sam looking back at you with a dark look.

Resting one hand on your hip and supporting himself with one by your head he pushed in just slow enough for you to adjust without the pain being uncomfortable.

“I can’t believe I waste my time doing anything other than this.” He growled close to your ear as he started to move. Every time he would bottom out you would let out a high whine which only spurred him on.

“That’s it, fuck yes,” Every word came out with panted breath, he was desperate, needed to feel you in every sense. From the way your cheek rubbed against his as you bounced from every thrust to your fingernails digging into his shoulders to your thighs gripping his waist. “You’re such a fucking whore, I bet you love being used like this, my own living fuck toy.”

Sam gripped harder at your hip and the sheets as he started to move faster. You squirmed beneath him as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes and seemed to burn your skin.

“Fuck! Master, please! I’m gonna cum again!” You let the tears fall as your thighs trembled in his tight grip.

“I told you, I don’t fucking care if you cum.” Sam wrapped a hand around your throat and pulled you back against his chest. “We’re going until I’m done, and you’re going to take it like the whore you are.”

You moaned out as another orgasm wracked your body. What had started as needy whines were now desperate sobs. The pleasure seemed like too much but you felt like you would never get enough.

Warm hands and heated skin held you roughly, pulling and putting you in whatever position your lover wanted. Sam’s skin was burning with the fire of an explosion that would never come. His hips moved at a pace that was only possible with the adrenaline in his veins that night.

“When I cum you are going to take it, you're going to hold it in so I can plug you up. You are mine and I want your body to know that too.”

You let out a drawn-out moan at his words, your muscles feeling weak and spent from Sam’s rough treatment. “Please, fill me, I’ll be such a good little cum dump.” A string of jumbled pleas left your lips, tears now staining the pillowcase below you. “Master please!”

With a few final thrusts, Sam pulled you up against his chest before you feel his release filling you. Even as he rutted his hips against you to ride out his orgasm his nails dug into your skin and he nipped at your shoulders. Rumbling groans filled your ears as he calmed down, relaxing into you as he pulled out. “Thank you, I love you.” He mumbled, helping you to lay down. He let his arms wrap loosely around your waist.

“You want to take a bath with me?” You turned in his arms, kissing his nose.

“No, I need a second, just stay here, please.” Sam had always been cuddly after sex, especially when he had been rougher with you. He never wanted to hurt you in a way that you didn’t like. “I’m sorry, I just got so scared, Quackity was so mad.”

“I know Sam, it’s alright.” You smiled and leaned your forehead against his. “It was honestly nice how rough you were, I liked it.”

He laughed a little in surprise, “Well I’m glad I didn’t scare you, I got worried.”

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, your family complained a lot about not seeing you enough. Even though you and Sapnap were really busy, they managed to convince you to come over for a family dinner. It wasn’t even Christmas day but the meal they had planned was almost as if it was. There was so much food that it meant it would take a long time to cook. Your parents, grandparents and siblings were in the kitchen along with you and Sapnap, some of them were helping with the food, others sitting at the table with you.

As you talked with your family, your hand played with Sapnaps under the table. It was it natural response that you did, whenever you sat with him, you had to touch him in some way. At one point, he had taken his hands up off his lap to rest his elbows on the table so you moved your hand to rub up and down his thigh.

You did this for quite a while until you realized Sapnap hadn’t talked in a bit. You nudged his side and he turned his head over to you. While no one was looking, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch, he was hard… Your eyes widened and you looked up to his face to see him mouth ‘help me’ at you, you knew you were gonna have to do something.

“I’m gonna bring Sap up to see my old room” you spoke up suddenly. Everyone just nodded and went back to the conversation while you managed to slip infront of Sapnap so no one could see what was happening.

When you got to the room, you had just pushed opened the door before Sapnaps lips were on yours. You managed to close the door and lock it before he pushed you towards the wall beside bed.

“You shouldn’t have done that baby, you have to deal with it now” he said before kissing you again, a smirk on his lips.

“We have to be quick baby, they’re gonna wonder where we are” you told him and he quickly reached his hand down to your hips.

“Fuck wait, do you have a condom?”

“No I wasnt really planning on this happening” you joked slightly.

“Fuck” he sighed

”Head?” you asked

“I have an idea”

“What” you asked wearily.

“What if i fucked your thighs?”

You just looked at him, slightly amused and started to unbutton his pants as your answer. You pulled them and his boxers down just enough for his length to spring out. He hiked your skirt up above your hips and you let your underwear slip off. He spat in his hand and pumped his cock a few times to lubricate it, though you were probably wet enough to lubricate your own thighs at this point.

He quickly turned you around so your back was facing him amd you were leaning against the wall. He lined his shaft up with the top your your thighs and pushed in. He let out a loud grunt and you shushed him before he started to thrust in and out, his tip pushed through far enough to be seen from the front.

“Fuck puppy this feels so good”

You were leaning against the wall as one of his hands gripped around your waist to keep you from falling over. His other hand slipped down to your clit and carefully played with the sensitive bud as you let out a whimper and he was still dragging his cock in and out of your plush thighs.

His fingers sped up on your clit and he pushed in and out even faster, the sound of slapping skin and heavy breaths filled the room and you really hoped no one downstairs could hear.

Without warning, Sapnap pulled and completely and came with a quiet moan, his mouth pressed against your shoulder, his cum ran down your ass. He flipped you around so your back was against the wall. He had to use one hand pressed to the wall to keep himself standing straight as he used the other to find you wet hole. He slipped his fingers in without a word and pumped them in and out relentlessly while his thumb rubbed around your clit.

It only took a minute before you released on his hand. He just stared at you with a big grin as he pulled his fingers out and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

CC!Sapnap and CC!Punz sitting their cute little baby down , Sapnap cooing at their cute expression as Punz sat behind them. Y/N looking between the two tall men with an innocent gaze.. Sapnap held their face up with the tip of his finger “Don’t worry Darlin .. we’ll be careful with you” You agreed to let them have their way with you ; but it was your first time and you didn’t know how to even begin..

Punz sat in his gaming chair while Sapnap guided you to sit down in front of him, Punz took out his semi-hard on and stroked himself gently in front of you. You became mesmerized by his perfect cock; the way his veins pulsed with each tug and his chest heaved while he panted “You see something you like baby?”

Sapnap would grab hold if your hand and hold it in his as he guides you to help Punz stroke his cock , his large hand covered yours while you both pleased the other man, Punz looked down at your dazed expression “I think they may be ready for more Sap…” You look back at Sap nodding your head in agreement . Sapnap then let go of your hand “Alright baby, relax and let us take care of you.”

Here you were now with Punz’s cock down your throat ,, Sapnap watching while he jerked his own cock “That’s it baby , take it just like i taught you” You struggled a bit to take his full size but once you got used to it,, you took him deeper down your throat..

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You're just trying to live your life, building a home and working on your little garden, taking the time to read about potion making. Just taking the time to live. After the countless wars, the countries that fell just as tragically as it was built, you were done with the blood and the fighting and everything that came with it.

You missed your lover, having been in the resistance and trying to help him anyway you could. But it wasn't enough, it would never have been enough. He still blew the nation to kingdom come, the country he died for and was exiled from.

You didn't want to relive any of that, so, saying goodbye to your friends you left the area. And on the outskirts of the server, you built your life. You hoped it would be enough to stay away from the commotion, and for the most part it was. If anybody had wanted to visit, they usually sent a letter beforehand, and it would you reach quite earlier than they would so it wasn't too bad. You could prepare for guests.

They didn't stay for an afternoon for tea and cakes, no, you usually had guests for three days. It had to be worth it, the visit, it took so long for them to get here, you almost felt bad for them. But in the end, you didn't, you chose to be out here and live the rest of your lives alone.

And on a particular day, you find yourself coming in from watering your hanging potted plants and the various garden beds surrounding your house. And that's when you see him. A speckled sight of dark browns.

Whoever he was, you couldn't have known. He was too tall, and he was too fast, head ducked down as he looked like he was counting the steps. Until he reached a hill and looked up, and there you could see more of him. A spot of yellow and just the faintest hint of white on his hair.

Putting away your gardening belt and adjusted the long skirt on your waist, you waited on your porch with some tea and cakes. You'd definitely would love for them to leave as soon as possible, but sometimes it wasn't always the case. So tea and cakes. Fill them up and send them off. As best as you could.

Dropping your cup, you find it rolled down the porch steps and when you went to pick it up, it bumps into the boots of somebody… somebody who reeked. Your nose wrinkles as you look up and there you saw it. The face of your lover.

Your lover who died on the blade of his father's.

"Hello, darling, missed me?" His grin was too wide and his eyes opened too much.

He was too much for a dead person.

"Wil- you're alive?" Your voice came out in a whisper and he closes his grin, hiding the sharp canines and looking him over, you couldn't find any scars on his body. As if he was as new as the day he was born. And his hair- the white streak in it left you swallowing. The glasses he had on either wasn't helping your case at all.

"As if I could leave you for long, my sweet, don't you trust me?" He comes up the stairs, taking the teacup off the ground and placing it in your palms with a pat. "Now, what's for lunch, I'm starving."

Your lunch that afternoon, it was held in a relative silence, you busied with making fresh mushroom soup, and when you served him a bowl, you couldn't help but take out a bottle of wine and pour yourself a glass. Be that as it may, you grieved him. Mourned over his very dead body and had to be dragged away from him. Visiting the site he died made it painful when it smelled rotten.

And here he was, slurping on a spoonful of your soup.

"Why are you here?" You say, too soft for your liking but you didn't have the strength to be mean. Something about him showing up without a letter or even a smoke signal left you feeling sick. Surely, if he'd been revived, they would've told you or they would've told him. You were to be left alone, and it had to be important.

But he sits at your dining table and contemplates your question, taking it in as he finishes his bowl. "Well to be honest, I wanted to see you, I've been back and all they were telling me was that you had moved on," he enunciates his few words, breaking his sentence as he began it again, "left as soon as you finished a memoriam and were almost as much of a ghost as myself. Tommy, Tubbo, and Phil were pretty much the only ones who knew, for sure, where you lived. And well, I couldn't let you live here by yourself."

"And did you expect to be welcomed with open arms?"

"Hadn't you welcomed me?" He posed, looking you in the eye, the glasses falling down his nose is almost comical.

"I'm still thinking about it," you mumble, turning away from him, choosing to look out the window, where you could see a flower field, a field you had tended to over the time you were alone. "You intend to stay?" You ask, not turning your head till his hand comes to suffocate your own, being dwarfed in comparison.

"I intend to remind you how much I loved you and still-" you stood from your seat, and he followed, standing in your way, hands held up as if you were set on pushing him out, "still do, I still love you, you know that, surely you do." His trench coat covered most of his body but after having slipped it off you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

"How could someone like you still possibly love me, love anybody but yourself," you bit your words, your heart still sore after L'manburg. "Besides, why should I believe you? You have a house to gain, a bed to sleep in, a warm body instead of a blistering hell? What do I get? A lover who nearly killed me while killing his nation?" You scoff at him, turning away as you try to blink back the tears as much as you could without wiping them away. They still slipped but you'd never admit to it. Not to him.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the chest of somebody warm, and your breath shudders as they hold on tight.

"You're wrong, it wasn't a blistering hell I was stuck in, a freezing limbo more like, and I could always see your passing face in a train station, but it never stopped so I could get on." He murmurs into your ear, his hands finding yours and entwining the fingers. "Not once. For years, the train kept running. Until it didn't. And now I'm here. Just let me keep you, if not for a little longer, and then I'll be gone." Whether he had actual intentions of leaving or not, it was still hard to deny him that. And if you're honest, what would you stand to lose if he stayed for a while longer?

"Three days," you whispered, "three days and if you haven't convinced me, you need to leave."

And he nods, and when you return to your chores, baking the dough into bread for the next day, folding laundry into piles for the chest at your bed, he's there, helping you when you needed the hand.

And the first night, he sleeps in the guest room, tuckered out after a filling meal and a day of journey. He told you that he didn't stop walking, not even when he saw the pit stops the others had made, markers to the path of your home. You hadn't quite believed it, closing the door and heading to your own room with a tightening of your shawl around you.

The next day arrives and you find a crow with a letter tied to its foot. Unravelling it and handing it some feed, you read over the words and then look over at the closed door.

"Wilbur has been revived, he found the compass to your house and is on his way. Wish I could be more help but I know you can handle him. Take care."

"Phil, come pick your son up, please," you mutter, taking the paper and crumbling it up, tossing it into the wastebasket as you move about. You had laundry to wash today and breakfast to eat, not to mention a zombie to feed.

He came around two hours after you had made your breakfast, he just stumbles into your back, leaning into the touch of your skin before being lead to the dining table, pancakes set before him with a bottle of honey and plate of butter before him. "Enjoy," you say as he nods, glancing over at your side of the table, a book in your hands as you flip the pages leisurely.

He doesn't say anything until after he finishes, taking his plate to the sink and you're packing the butter and honey away. He stands against the counter as you moved with a basket of clothes and headed towards the back door when you turned to him with a bored look, "well, come make yourself useful."

That afternoon is spent washing more clothes down by the river. You had a washing bin but washing them in the river made it an all day occasion, which you needed to occupy one of the three days he was supposed to stay.

After clipping the clothes to a line stretching across the empty hills, you find him standing in the breeze, his trench coat thrown over his arm and his sleeves rolled up, eyes closed and basking in the cool of the breeze and the thinly veiled warmth of the sun.

"It's nice during this time of year, doesn't get much better than this," you speak as you approach his side, unable to keep yourself away.

"Does it get worse?" He asks, staying still and you wonder if he does it for your sake, you're still wary of the truth, if he's truly here.

"Sometimes, sometimes it gets too hot where I can't work in my garden, sometimes it gets so cold it freezes the dirt over and leaves me scrambling to the nearest village. And sometimes, I'm just too tired to notice." You speak, recalling the worst of the worst. The worst days were when you were tired, unable to work, unable to care. Those days you often thought of your lover in the early days. When he wore a jumper much like this one but he looked nothing like he did now. Acted nothing like he did now.

The old him would've adored the life you had now, assuming it was in L'manburg.

The him standing next to you now, he doesn't wrap an arm like he used to, but leans closer, almost pressing against your side. He's tentative. As if scared you'll shove him aside.

You're almost to that point.

Instead, you turn away from the scene, putting down the basket you had on your waist, and laying down on the hill, finding the breeze blow over you and the grass tickling your cheeks and hands.

He couldn't help himself in laying next to you, his head knocking against yours just slightly. You wonder if you could excuse yourself for indulging in him, letting him be close. Knowing you would kick him out in two days time. You allow yourself his company, you decided, allow whatever he touches he'd try and then whenever the sand runs out, and the clock stops ticking, he'll be gone. You'll send him back to Phil.

He was once your lover but now he's a ghost of that man, haunting you of what could've been.

Hours later when the sun threatens to dip low and take you hostage, you lead him back to your house, taking out some meat and roasting it over in the fireplace, feeling his eyes burn into your skin as you finish supper.

Dusting your hands off on your apron, you serve the two of you, slicing the meat into portions and cut slices of buttered, toasted bread for a side, and the task isn't as bad as you thought it would be, Wilbur making himself useful in making tea, stirring sugar cubes and dribbles of honey into the drink. And when you take a sip, you almost cry into the cup.

Exactly as he made it that first night…

The first night you said those blasted three words, the first night you lead him to your bed, and the night that haunts you as the beginning of your end.

(He didn't make it again after that night, having met Tommy and his friend Tubbo, planning on a whim, a nation.)

But it was the very same as that night you were lead to believed he loved you maybe just as deep as you had loved him.

Was this a seduction? Bed you so you wouldn't kick him out?

Thinking about it made you want to throw up, but you push it down, shoving the food in your mouth to avoid conversation and when both plates were clear, he takes the plates away from you both, washing it himself along with the cups of empty tea.

That night you set yourself by the fire, wearing your pajamas and a blanket thrown over your shoulders, you tried to not to cry even as he retreated to the bedroom. Just two more days and you could go back to pretending he meant nothing more to you than a memory. Falling asleep to dried tears on your cheeks was anything but new.

Somewhere between the late evening and early morning, you feel arms curling around you, pulling you into a warm chest, your nose buried into the crook of their neck as they shivered, picking you up and carrying you somewhere for a moment. And when that moment ended, when you recognized your bedsheets, you stirred awake completely. Catching his hand, you hold it close to your face, mouth pressing a kiss to the relatively soft skin,and then letting go. Turning away from him to press newly forming tears in your eyes into your pillow.

Your door closes after a minute.

In the minutes before the sun comes, you start making coffee, you weren't strong enough to deal with your guest just yet but there he sat on your couch, reading the same book as you had the morning before. Breakfast is eggs and bacon, served with a cup of coffee, and you find yourself nibbling on the bacon, feeling not as hungry as you thought, seeing the way your guest is dressed in a white shirt, yellow jumper be damned. More casual than you remembered him ever being.

And when you asked of him to go into your basement to grab some books, he came back covered in cob webs, and you snort, dusting him off and watching as he sneezed.

"You weren't allergic to spider webs, what gives?" You say offhandedly, moving to take the books from his hand as he sits back down, shoulders slumped.

"Being revived does that to you, I suppose," he supplies but his mouth is pressed in a fine line, eyes skirting away.

You turn your eyes away, but you continue to talk, "and you were just, what, wiped clean of everything? No immune system, no scars, like a baby?"

"All except for this," he tugs on the white in his hair before pushing it back over his head, watching as it fell back in his eyes.

"So you come back from the dead and the only thing that's changed, apart from being reset in every aspect, is the white part of your hair? Not even a scar where your father killed you?" You tried to keep your voice light, curious but bringing up the memory doesn't leave the hurting out of it.

"Well, I could show you if you want." And without waiting for your word, he begins to undo the buttons, and on instinct, you turn to him, eyes bulging as you watch him take his shirt. His lanky build had truly been scraped of any mark of existence, not even a birthmark.

Except for the golden scar in the middle of his chest. A hand reaches out, fingers dragging the tips down his chest, feeling the slight bump in the skin, and feeling the shiver that came with it.

The shiver brought you to your senses and moved to take your hand off him, when his own came and covered it, pressing your palm into his skin and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Thirteen years, I was alone. No one to talk to and no one to touch. Not even a bug to step on. Completely, and utterly, alone." And he sighs, moving your hand to cover the scar, the way your hand cools his overheating skin.

"Sounds like you deserved it," you whisper back to him, but you step closer and lifted a shaky hand to his cheek and almost fainted when he leaned into it. But like he said, he was alone for so long. He probably would've done anything to be near someone.

And for a moment, you doubted the man in front of you.

Why you? Why did it have to be you, for him to crave physical affections, he wasn't bad to look at, far from it actually. He was handsome to an unfair standing point. He was elegant with his mouth, in many ways. He could have anyone he wanted. And he wanted to bother you in your home far from anybody else.

Anybody else would probably have been stronger than you, you think, as you leaned closer to hug him, holding him close. He nudges his head into the crook of your neck, hands coming up behind you to press into the small of your back, inhaling the soap that's embedded in your skin.

"Let me make it up to you," he whimpers, fingers curling against your skin, begging to feel more than what he's been given.

And if it had been anyone else, they would've been stronger, but god, you were so weak. So weak when it came to him.

When you whimper out a yes, he takes you into his arms completely, leading you to your room and laying you down, undressing you and made sure you wouldn't ever forget the feel of his tongue sliding from your collarbone, down the middle of your chest, all the way down to your pubic bone, lips against your most sensitive, sucking you in and making you see stars. When was the last time you'd felt like this?

Who could make you feel like the way you do when you're with Wilbur?

He makes your back arch, hands reaching up to grope at your chest, finding purchase at rubbing your nubs, pinching and rolling between his fingers, and a gasp is torn out of your chest, whines coming from your throat, a hand reaching up to cover your mouth but as soon as he hears something muffled, he stops completely, leaving you to hang over the edge almost sobbing.

"Now, now, you know not to hide your sounds, do that again and you'll find yourself punished," he says but you whined against that.

"You abandoned me, Will, you'd be cruel to leave me again." Tears leak out of your eyes when he hums a kiss into your stomach, making his way back to your mouth as he wipes the tears from your eyes.

"I have been cruel, haven't I?" He says into the corner of your mouth, drinking up the sound of your whines as he's reaching down to rub circles into you. "Let me make it up to you, let me make it better," and it's needless to say that when he slipped a finger inside, you took him without strain, so wet and pliant, he almost couldn't wait nearly long enough to stretch you properly.

After you took three fingers and nearly came, he pushes himself inside of you, fingers holding your waist in a bruising grip as he leans down to kiss your chest, relishing in the way your chest heaved up and down with every heavy breath.

He made it up to you properly when you could hardly stand the next day, legs shaking and hands gripping the wall to move about the house, before he took you into his arms and laid you down. "I'll take care of the chores, love, just rest," and so you did, thankful to have that day of rest, watching as lover boy went in and out of the house, taking care of this and that. Folding the laundry next to you as you told him about the time you spent alone.

It might as well have been thirteen years for you, the time in between visitors was long. Before him, it'd been Tubbo after he exiled Tommy. You've received letters though, saying he was returned home. Saying the country had been blown worse than that of Wilbur's doing. Nothing to be recovered. That Dream had been sent to prison for his crimes.

And apparently he was only kept alive for his necromancy talents, and that's where Wilbur came along.

Revived and alive, he left the blasted hole of a country and sought after a life worth living. It'd been a week before anyone told him anything about your whereabouts.

Not even if you were alive, he thought it to be cruel.

Then again, he'd been cruel himself.

But the days pass, and he finds himself a home beside you. In your bed, in your house. And it stays that way even when the others came and tried to persuade him to leave, for your sake, they said.

But you were content. And you told them and him as well, if he left you heartbroken again, you'd kill him yourself.

His glasses had begun to slip down his long nose. Wilbur pushed them up slightly, opting to tilt his head back after finishing the movement. The back of his head hit the cold wall behind him with a dull thud. Loose pieces of gravel hanging off it dug into his neck. Wilbur paid no mind.

He rested like this most of the time. Just sitting and waiting for something- anything -to happen.

Another gust of strong gale hit his face. Wilbur peaked an eye open to see yet another train passing by mere meters away from him.

But this time it seemed to be going a lot slower.

He quickly sat up, slightly pushing the tan guitar that rested on the seat next to him aside. Eventually, he could hear the breaks being hit. A screeching noise bounced off the walls and back into his eardrums with a shrill tone.

Red-ish light shone from the inside; as if it were a poorly lit club. From his position on the bench, Wilbur could see a figure’s outline on the inside. A ring of black light surrounded their head, as if it were an omen. Of what though, he wasn’t sure.

Wilbur grinned widely, his canines showing.

This would be fun.

—

(Y/n) was confused.

One minute she had been strolling through the woods with Tommy, goofing around and punching each other in the arm, and the next standing inside a trashed train car.

They blinked once, eyes adjusting to the dark interior. They looked down at the hard seat they were currently sitting on. It was a snotty green color, with a faint fade as if it had been power washed one too many times.

Looking down a bit further, (Y/n) saw the outfit that they were wearing. It was certainly different from the one they had on when meeting Tommy today.

Instead of a grey hoodie and weathered sweatpants, they had on a loose t-shirt with ripped jeans and beaten up shoes. After seeing how different their clothes were, (Y/n) patted her waist in blind panic, only to still when she found that her trusty knife was still there in all its glory.

The wardrobe malfunction wasn’t much of a difference, but (Y/n) still found it a bit peculiar that something had changed her clothes.

Or someone.

They decided to try and not dwell on that little fact too much, prompting to veiw something else instead.

The rest of the car was a little hard to see, due to the outside surroundings of flashing red lights and scarce light sources. (Y/n) had no idea what that was about. She just assumed that it was a very weird aesthetic.

Litter was sprinkled around the train. Various items were splayed across seats, some weirder than the others. One was a juice box, another a child’s teddy bear, a pack of cigarettes, and multiple articles of clothing. All seemed to tell their own sad story. Some a bit more intense than others.

(Y/n) swiveled their head around once again, prying their eyes off any of the items. No one else seemed to be on the train, which confused her. Where are all the other passengers?

A small yelp made its way out of her mouth as she was suddenly thrown forward. Flesh collided with the metal floor when the train came to a sudden stop, throwing her off her seat.

“Mother fucker.” (Y/n) spat out, her first words in the afterlife being a curse. She hoisted herself up with a groan, going to stand at her full height.

After brushing her dirtied knees off, the woman looked up to see a pair of doors. Two tinted glass windows were inserted right about where her line of vision met, letting her see a little bit out of the train.

She squinted her eyes.

“Passenger 002 now disembarking” A female voice drawled from over their head. (Y/n) snapped her vision up to see a speaker box on the ceiling. It was rusty and old, like most of this train, and was talking to her directly.

“Have a nice afterlife.” It said in the strangely feminin voice once more. (Y/n) was about to ask what in the world was going on, but she was interrupted by the doors in front of her face opening with a low hiss.

(Y/n) looked at the doors wide wide eyes and a partly open mouth.

“Nope.” They held their hands out as a sort of surrender motion. “I am not doing this today. Nuh uh, no way. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know what happens next. Time to go back home and wake up.”

But it seems as if the train had other plans. An invisible, yet quite strong, force pushed the woman’s back from behind. (Y/n) flinched in surprise with wide eyes as she stumbled forward and out of the train. Nearly tripping on her own feet, they turned around just in time to see the doors closing with clunk as if they had never been opened before.

“Hey, what the hell?!” (Y/n) clenched a fist and glared at the door with upturned lips. She knew it was silly to get mad at a door, but she couldn’t help it. In the past ten minutes, she had been thrown on a train, then been pushed out of that exact same train, all while being offered no explination as to what the fuck was happening.

Just as (Y/n) raised a hand to pound on the doors, the train began to move without notice. It didn’t take a second to start up, go slow at first, or even blow a whistle to signify that it was going to begin moving. The vehicle just sped off as fast as it had arrived.

(Y/n) had to jump back to avoid getting a limb torn off by the deadly speed that thing was producing. She watched it with fear in her (e/c) eyes as it went past a nearby tunnel and out of sight.

And then all was quiet, her hair whipping in the leftover wind from the train’s sudden disappearance.

“Note to self.” She squeaked, her finger pointing in the air. “Don’t mess with haunted trains.”

A laugh sounded from behind.

—

Wilbur had watched as the girl was thrown off the train, talking to herself with no shame. She spit hair out of her mouth with fury, whirling right back around to scold the air. But Wilbur could tell that they were confused.

He honestly thought it was funny how she didn’t get the jist yet. They’re dead. Never going back. Stuck with him.

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The new girl hadn’t noticed him sitting on the bench yet, even though he was the only other thing around. Suppose it’s the shock of all this.

After all, dying never gets any easier.

The dark hired man took another minute to observe the woman through the rim of his glasses. She had a humongous gash from the tip of her shoulders leading down to her back. Much like the sword sized line that traced a spot on his own stomach.

The golden scars (Yes, you heard me. Golden scars) were little remeberiants of how you had died. In Wilburs case, it was by his fathers own hands. He supposed that (Y/n) had been attacked by an animal from behind, due to the pattern of her scars.

Wilbur puffed his cig again, the corner of his chapped lips pulling up into a slight grin as the train jump started out of nowhere. The newcomer had hastily moved away from the bullet train in shock, not having expected that. Wilbur recalled doing the same thing when first getting here. Yelling at the train to let him back, pounding on the doors, scratching at the walls (as mentioned earlier). Really anything to get out of there.

But he had learned his lesson thirteen years ago.

No one got out of here.

At least not by choice.

—

(Y/n) whirled around as soon as she had heard a new voice speak up. At this point, they were just expecting some spooky shit to happen. Maybe it was a ghost, or a zombie, fuck- she would even opt for a mummy right now.

Instead, it was a guy.

And a very handsome guy I might add.

The first thing that (Y/n) noticed was his eyes. They swirled with a combination of forest tier browns; hazel and chestnut. The cool colors danced together, creating a perfect shade that rested in his irises. They glittered with intensity that only cunning serial killers and mad men had. Immediently (Y/n) could tell that this man was not someone to fuck with.

He towered over her. The smell of smoke and cedar wood drifted off his clothes. (Y/n) could distinguish the smoke part due to the cigarette clutched in his lips, but she had no idea where the cedar was coming from. They were in a train station after all.

Intricate brown curls fell softly into his face like a silky curtain. It covered the top half of thin golden glasses that were resting on his nose with a natural look. He would push them up every so often in an attempt to get them to stay, the glass catching the bright station lights.

Beyond that he wore a brown trench coat with numerous pockets. A grey-ish beanie was placed atop his head looking well worn and loved.

If it weren’t or the raw malice playing in his eyes, (Y/n) would have pegged him as an innocent bystander.

And a very attractive bystander at that.

“It’s not, you know.” He said, speaking to them only after taking his cigarette out. (Y/n) blinked once and took a step back. She mentally sighed in relief when he didn’t take a step forward like in all of those romance books Nikki forced her to read.

“What’s not?” She countered him back, playing with her hands awkwardly while maintaining an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

The man smiled again. A strand of his hair got in his eyes, but he pushed it away with a flick of his wrist.

“The train.” He said. “It’s not haunted.” The slight accent to his words struck a chord inside (Y/n)’s chest. He sounded so familiar to them. Looked familiar too; as if they had met up once and never spoken again.

His hand lifted up to take another drag off his cancer stick without taking his eyes off her, making (Y/n) repress the urge to gag.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s going on?” He questioned, referring to the mysterious train occurrence and how casually they were treating it. (Y/n) furrowed their brows.

“Frankly, I don’t even want to know.” (Y/n) grumbled, finally breaking the eye contact that had gone on for so long.

The man chuckled.

(Y/n) took a peak at the new setting that they had been so courteously shoved into. The best way she could describe the place as, was lukewarm. The atmosphere was borderlining between too hot, and too cold. It was unnatural; the feeling made her skin prick with fear.

Concrete walls were covered with graffiti. Most of the street art were meaningless tags, but a few gory-er ones really stuck out . It made her situation all the more uncomfortable to be in. An unfamiliar train station with a shady man and suspicious graffiti.

“Nice to meet you.” The smoker broke the silence with a slightly gravelly voice.nHe stepped forward while holding out a gloved hand in her direction, trying to officially become acquainted with her. (Y/n) looked at it blankly for a second before tentatively reaching their own out and deciding to shake it.

“I’m (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” She introduced herself with a certain level of uneasiness. The vibes this guy gave off were not doing well for her.

He drew her in, but like how a fly is attracted to a spider’s web. (Y/n) knew it was dangerous to get to know him, but what other option did she really have?

They looked down at her hand for a quick second, as if he were thinking about kissing it. But he looked back up at (Y/n) so quickly she thought she had imagined it.

“Wilbur Soot. Charmed, I’m sure.” He flashed a genuine toothy smile at her. Wilbur had tightened his grip on her hand slightly, making the ball of nerves in (Y/n)’s stomach spike suddenly.

She peeled her hand from inside his grip, trying to remain inconspicuous.

(Y/n) knew that name.

She knew it all too well.

It was the one that Tommy would speak so harshly (yet sadly) about on their walks together. How he would air all of his trauma with the ex-president and that final control room. It was clear that the man in front of them had caused her young friend much pain.

And blown up a whole fucking country.

“Yeah, likewise.” They trailed off with a voice crack whilst scratching the back of their neck with their fingernails.

Wilbur was honestly surprised that she wasn’t trembling with fear, at least visibly. It was clear by the look in her eyes that she now knew who he was and what he’d done, but she wasnt running away. Or even screaming in fear.

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“So-” (Y/n) kicked a foot at the ground, resisting the urge to get away from him as quickly as possible. If what he has said so far was true, they would most likely need to rely on him a bit longer for information about this strange place. Then they could scatter. The edge of her shoe scuffed the ground lamely as they continued their sentence. “-where exactly am I?”

Wilbur snapped his fingers together in a revelation of some sorts, making her look at him. He nearly smiled at that.

“The afterlife darling. Final destination for all sorts of souls.” He wore the same welcoming smile as before, but (Y/n) could see how his eyes had twitched with the effort of his words.

“The afterlife.” She repeated his words, feeling how they sounded in her own tongue. Wilbur nodded back at her as if to say “bingo”. A blanket of suffocating silence fell across the entire platform. It stuck to their skin as (Y/n) tried to connect the dots in her head.

Finally it clicked.

“But I can’t be stuck here!” She blurted out.

And there was the whining that Wilbur had expected. The ‘you must be mistaken!’ and 'funny joke, let me go now’ were also what he had first thought of.

“And why that doll.” He continued to smoke his bundle of sticks without a care. (Y/n) knew her hands had curled in slight anger at how lackadaisical he was acting. But that just might be her lashing out at him for the situation as well.

“I have a family to get back to.” She lied through her teeth, not wanting to share the real reason for her original outburst.

Wilbur saw right through the tall tale.

“No.” He smiled slightly, his eyes duller than ever. “That’s not it, now is it?” He called her out with a taunting look.

(Y/n)’s mouth threatened to fall open, a string of curses following suit. But she chose to clench her jaw tighter instead of loosening it. They still did not trust this man, and she’d be damned if she were killed just for cursing at him.

He certainly looked like he could kill.

“You’re right Wilbur. It’s not.” (Y/n) said with a sickly sweet smile. Wilbur cocked an unenthusiastic brow at how she used his full name while spilling the truth.

“Well then, what is it? A job? Friend? Lover?” He prodded further, eager to get under her skin as soon as possible. And it looked to be working from the way their teeth grit together with everything he suggested.

“No, no, and no.” She enunciated the last part, as if having a so-called lover was a disgusting idea. Wilbur took a mental note of that for later.

“Then it sounds as if you have nothing to go back to.” He smiled cheerfully, pushing their buttons further with an appearance of false innocence. (Y/n) could see what he was doing. And it pissed them off.

More than already, that is.

“I dont have to share my life story with some fucking arsehole on a broken down train station in the bloody afterlife.” (Y/n) finally snapped at him. She walked up to shove him harshly in the chest the best she could with the height difference. Wilbur wasn’t expecting that. He wobbled back with a surprised look before it quickly hardened into a more dangerous one.

His eyes sharpened with unleashed fury, as if he were trying to contain himself from doing something he regretted. His gloved hands twitched with the thought of grabbing something.

Poor (Y/n) didn’t notice. They just continued to seeth harsh words between clenched teeth.

“If I need to leave this place, then that means I need to leave right now you son of a bitch.” (Y/n) stated firmly, her nostrils flaring and lips downturned with defiance.

The mood shifted as soon as she had uttered her last word.

“Listen here, my dear.” Wilbur chuckled under his breath, no humor present in the bone chilling sound. He shook his head as if scolding a child that had stolen a cookie. “You can’t leave. You are stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” He stared at her, slowly getting closer.

(Y/n) walked backwards in a more noticeable manner than how he was approaching them. She didn’t want to see what would happen if he got close enough to her. Now that they knew who he was- and vice versa -she didn’t want him within two miles of them.

They kept backing up frantically. Wilburs eyes held a glint of fire in them. Whatever he was thinking, (Y/n) didn’t want to be a part of.

Eventually, they felt their back hit the graffitied wall behind them with a thump. (Y/n)’s eyes grow wide. Panic coursed through their veins like drugs; their body screaming to run.

Oh why, oh why, did they have to open their big mouth-

But she couldn’t move a muscle. They were captivated with how Wilbur was so casually strolling up to them with a venomous smirk. His hair bounced with every step he took, the singular white strand starting to stick out from other brown locks more and more.

At the last second, (Y/n) turned to her left to get out of the cage that she was putting herself in, but to no avail. Wilbur placed a hand next to her face, his grin stretching impossibly wider.

Sweat beaded at the crown of her head as she slowly turned back to look Wilbur in the eyes. (Y/n) flinched when she saw how close his face was to hers. Eyes centimeters apart without shame, lips almost touching with the effort of speaking. The cigarette that had been in his mouth the entire time was pressed flush up against one of their cheeks. (Y/n) could feel the end of it scorching her skin, but she was too paralyzed to say anything.

“You-” Wilbur trailed his remaining hand slowly up the side of the wall next to (Y/n) “-amuse me.”

It was true. Every action that she enacted made him chuckle. Her naivety and pureness just happened to clash with their brash and bold personality.

It was refreshing to say the least.

Without her noticing, Wilbur had managed to clutch his hand that wasn’t resting conveniently by her head onto (Y/n)’s shoulder with a grip akin to a vice. His long fingernails dug into her shoulder harshly, leaving moon shaped crescents that caused a barely audible hiss to slip out of her mouth.

“Fuck off.” (Y/n) said slowly, trying to keep what was left of her remaining dignity.

During her little protest, her bottom lip had barely grazed Wilburs own, making his breath hitch with a new feeling.

It was like a switch had flipped in the man.

Literally.

The tension of the past couple of minutes had gone to his head. Being stuck by yourself for thirteen years gets lonely, but it also gets lonely. The human body has needs after all.

Wilbur felt himself shiver with the thought of his hands on her. He shut his eyes tightly as flashes of scenarios entered his head. It was all teeth and heat. His mouth against her own, making her crumble, panting heavily, hands roaming oh so deliciously-

He felt his pants getting tighter with every dirty thought that plagued his mind. A drop of sweat traveled down the back of his neck in a wet trail that tickled the hairs on his skin. He hadn’t even noticed his temperature rising, the blood flushing to his cheeks along with other places.

Wilburs hand tightened around (Y/n)’s shoulder. It had been so long since he had, ah, 'pleasured’ himself. Sally was eons ago, and ever since then he’s never had the chance. And hands only got you so far.

But now…

The woman underneath him had their mouth parted in suspense. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth to wet her dry lips as a nervous habit, the tip of her wet muscle once again brushing against Wilburs lips.

He felt a tingle run down his spine again.

She wasn’t exactly trying her best to protest against Wilburs actions, but (Y/n) was curious as to why he had closed his eyes and stopped talking all of a sudden.

“Wilbur?” She choked out, testing the waters to see how he would react.

Said man’s eyes snapped open when they used his name.

Both of his hands were now on the opposing side of her head. He stood over her with his height, his shadow engulfing (Y/n), with his head lowered to look her in the eyes.

(Y/n) inhaled a sharp breath of air when Wilburs eyes met her own. He was breathing heavily now, pupils blown wide with what (Y/n) could only describe as insatiable lust. The raw emotion that filled his eyes made a small fire spark in her lower core.

She shifted her thighs to press up against each other ever so slightly in hopes to ease the throbbing that had grown more present in her.

Wilbur noticed.

“Little whore.” He whispered, hot breath hitting (Y/n)’s face; making her eyelashes flutter for a moment. “Are you getting turned on by this?” He said with a smirk. (Y/n) scoffed, avoiding the question.

“As if you aren’t.” They countered back. Wilburs smirk grew.

He leaned closer to (Y/n)’s neck, his lips ghosting over the delicate skin.

“I could kill you right now for the way you spoke to me, you know.” He reminded her. The urge to go at her neck got stronger and stronger, to the point that he had to physically restrain himself.

(Y/n) rubbed her thighs together harder.

“Do it.” She whispered, egging him on. Wilbur was full on grinning now.

“Oh no darling.” He rummbled, removing the cigarette from his mouth. “I’m going to do so much worse to you.”

And with that, he latched his mouth onto the soft flesh of her neck. (Y/n) gasped slightly at the sudden intrusion, her hands coming up to push on Wilurs chest.

She rested them there as he sucked on her neck with the desperation of a mad man. Biting, nipping, hair brushing across her neck softly, the feeling of flesh on flesh. Animalistic urges took over the two of them. The small spark that had lit in (Y/n)’s core was now a wildfire begging to be released.

Wilbur licked a warm stripe from the base of her collar bone all the way to her jawline. (Y/n) let out a breathy shudder at the feeling, diggin her fingers into his clothed chest.

“Not so cocky now, are we doll?” Wilbur teased her. As (Y/n) opened her mouth to respond, he bit the bottom of her earlobe, making her mouth shut immediately and the beginning hints of a moan emerged.

Wilburs pants were painfully tight, his cock as hard as a rock. In order to release some of the tension, he thrust his hips up against (Y/n)’s. They whimpered in response, pushing back against him with just as much want.

Wilburs hands had trailed down from the side of her head now to different spots. One was pressed against her cheek, his thumb rubbing over the pressure point behind her jaw. The other had made its way down to her ass, cupping it in his hand perfectly.

He squeezed, and (Y/n) gasped. Wilbur took this time to stop biting at her earlobe. He instead pushed his lips against her own, his tongue slipping in perfectly. (Y/n) was quick to counter-act with her own, the two stuck in a temporary battle for dominance. (Y/n) was fueled with anger and lust, Wilbur mirroring that.

Eventually, he won. Smirking into the kiss, he explored her mouth. Every moan and whimper she released, he felt vibrate agaibst his teeth. The feeling traveled straight down, a sizable tent now forming more and more.

(Y/n) pushed him away suddenly.

Wilbur looked at her, panting and gasping for air. She stared him in the eyes, her own pupils blown wide. They were almost fully black now, you could barely tell what color they had been before.

“Wilbur, touch me.” She pleaded. He managed to find time to grin cockily at her, even though he really wanted the same thing.

“What was that dear, I didn’t hear you.” He drew a circle on her hip with one of his slender fingers, making her eyes close for a second.

(Y/n) couldn’t put off the desire pooling out of her now.

“I can practically smell your want. Just tell me what you need.” Wilbur cooed, looking straight into her clouded eyes. He licked his lips slowly. That was what sent them over the edge.

“Touch me Wilbur! I want you to fuck me untill I cant walk straight!” (Y/n) moaned. Her fingers clutched his shirt more as if that would ease her pain.

Not expecting such a straight response, Wilbur laughed.

He immediately went for the rim of her jeans, slipping a finger in one of the hoops and pulling it down. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against her clothed core made her hips involuntarily buck upwards. (Y/n) was desperate for anything at this point. She would have gotten on her knees and pleaded at this point if that meant that she would be allowed release.

He continued to undress her. Soon the only articles of clothing left on her were a bra and underwear. A pile of fabrics had been formed off to the side. Neither of them paid any attention to it.

Wilbur had by now slipped out of his own outfit, the bulge in his boxers now more prominent. He gripped (Y/n) shoulders for a second. Taking her body, he unpinned her from the wall and pushed her down on the cold floor. The cool temperature clashed with how hot her skin was.

Her hips bucked up again, slick showing on the outside of her underwear. Wilbur was quick to remove that thin layer of fabric preventing him from ravishing her to the fullest.

“You’re positively dripping love.” He said, observing the feast laid out before him. (Y/n) moaned in response, her own hand starting to inch towards her core.

“Oh no no no.” Wilbur tisked at her, grabbing the hand and holding it above her head. He was now hovering over her, hair falling straight down to shield some of his vision.

“Only I can touch you. Understand?” He hissed. (Y/n) nodded her head. Her mind was clouded. Hazy with absurd amounts of wanton and desire.

“Please Wilbur!” She all but screamed.

Without further ado he inserted a single digit inside of her hole. It practically sucked his finger in, desperate for anything and everything.

Wilbur nearly laughed at how exhilarated (Y/n) looked right now. Their mouth was parted and eyes wide. Moans ripped out from her rosy lips and into the air. Sweat dribbled down both of their bodys, some salty drops falling off of Wilbur and onto (Y/n).

She reached up to scratch his back. Wilbur shivered at the feeling, rewarding her by curling his finger inside of her.

(Y/n) saw a red tint wash over their vision as Wilbur inserted another finger. He began to thrust in and out with his hand, trying to hit that special spot.

(Y/n) resorted to screaming his name when he did. Waves of pleasure swallowed their body as their back arched off the cold concrete ground. Wilbur felt a dark spot growing in his boxers just by watching her.

Just as she was about to reach her climax, Wilbur pulled away.

(Y/n) nearly cried at the loss of his fingers, trying fevertently to use her own hands now. Wilbur once more smacked them away, pulling both of her arms above her head.

“Stay still darling.” He sloppily kissed one of her shoulders. “I want to try something.” It was all the woman under him could do to not whine at him.

Wilbur reached over to the cigarette that he had discarded minutes earlier. He checked it quickly: it was still warm.

Good.

He smiled, raising it to his lips. Wilbur made direct eye contact with (Y/n) as he took a long drag from the end. Wilbur watched as she squirmed impatiently, smirking.

Finally, he removed the stick. With the smoke lingering in his mouth with an aftertaste, he lowered his head down to her clit.

Pushing apart her fold with his fingers, Wilbur blew the smoke in his mouth against the wet flesh.

(Y/n) arched her back and felt her vision go hazier than what she thought was possible. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And the way that Wilbur was practically holding her gaze captive with that coy smile of his only made the experience all the more pleasing.

“Oh, fuck! Wilbur!”

She released a guttural moan, seeing stars. The tight knot in her lower belly unraveled purley on his fingers. Wilbur felt as her fluids spilled out into his hands so obediently. He was quick to lap them up. It was not like anything he had had the pleasure of eating.

“You taste absolutely divine (Y/n).” He sucked on two of his fingers, eyes rolling into the back of his head with a small moan. He swirled his tongue around the slimy liquid. When he pulled his finger back out, a trail of saliva followed suit.

Wilbur couldn’t take it anymore.

He reached down and slid off his underwear. (Y/n) watched as his cock sprung out desperatly from the restraint. The tip was wet with pre-cum, courtesy of the dark spot that had been on his clothes.

Wilbur chuckled as (Y/n) ogled at him. Sally had done the exact same thing when first seeing how big he was. Suppose it was the height and all.

“U-uhm, I don’t think-” Wilbur hushed her.

“You can take me.” He smiled, this time a bit more genuine. As if he were actually trying to reassure her.

For the first time since meeting him, (Y/n) relaxed. They supposed it was the situation, but at the same time she knew his smile was the real reason.

(Y/n) breathed out a sigh, nodding at him. Wilbur wasted no time in positioning himself at her entrance.

(Y/n) jumped at the feeling, blinking swiftly as her mouth fell open. Wilbur slowly began to insert himself inside of her pussy, moaning all the way.

Pain seared through (Y/n). She wanted to scream, but it came out as Wilburs name instead.

The pain diminished almost as soon after it had appeared. What replaced it was a tangible feeling that far outshined her last orgasm.

Wilbur groaned as he felt her walls clamp around him, trying to take as much of him as they could. They sucked at his cock desperately. He would’ve teased her if he wasn’t so overwhelmed with lust himself.

He pulled out, only to thrust back in immediately. They continued the process over and over again. Each thrust brought both of them closer and closer to the peak of a climax.

“Wilbur!” (Y/n) yelled out, scratching lines down his chest with her fingers. That was the final straw for him.

Wilbur stopped moving. He felt his cock twitch inside of (Y/n) before white hot ropes of cup fell out of him.

(Y/n) felt as it filled her up, giving her the sensation of being full beyond belief.

Wilbur finally finished. He pulled out of her and laid next to her on the ground.

Both of them were tired now, reeling from their separate highs. (Y/n) was still recovering while Wilbur just peppered kisses along her jawline delecatly. They stayed like that for a few minutes more, chest’s rising and falling in sync.

Wilbur then moved closer to her ear, only to murmur five raspy words.

“Ready for round two, love?”

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If any of my IRL’s find this, no you didn’t.

Whoever requested this, I hope you’re happy. This was my first time evr writing smut. You should be honored.

Please don’t come at me everyone

Im dead inside now

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With a lot of hesitation, he slowly got out of bed, careful to not awaken you from whatever trance you were in. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, before making his way to the bathroom.

Sapnap grabbed a small towel and wet it with lukewarm water, wringing it out and turning off the faucet. He also grabbed a bottle of water from his mini-fridge and came back to your side.

By the time he was back next to you, you were stirring awake. “Hey, sweetheart.” He whispered as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. “How you feeling?”

You groaned. “Legs hurt…” Sapnap grinned, taking the semi-wet towel off the nightstand and gently wiping down your inner thighs and any other part of your body that was either dirty from cum or spit.

When the towel touched your inner thighs, you whined, too overstimulated to want to be touched. Sapnap lightly shushed you, leaving a kiss to your forehead. “I’m almost done, baby, don’t worry.”

You closed your eyes and let him finish cleaning you up, and breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled the towel away.

“You want some clothes?” He asked, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded after a couple seconds of silence.

He nodded and grabbed a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts for you, since he knew how much you loved wearing his clothes. You slipped on both and let Sapnap tuck you back in. He then handed you the water bottle.

You took a sip of water and handed it back to him. “Are you done now?” You whined, “Can we cuddle now?“

He grinned and nodded. “Yeah we can, baby.” He got comfortable and wrapped his arm around you. “You did so good, honey, so fucking good.”

“Did I?”

“Of course you did, baby.” He whispered, “I love you so much.”

As you began drifting off again, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you more, Sap.”

Underneath the blanket, resting between your legs, Dream's tongue traced lazy shapes around your cunt. He was lying on his stomach with his hands resting on your abdomen and your thighs slung onto his shoulders. He woke up that morning fixated on having you for breakfast. He lapped up your wetness greedily, sucking on your folds and abusing your poor swelling clit. Addicted to your taste, he whimpered against your pussy, desperate to drink you all up. Breathing wasn't an option for him at this point. God, you were so perfect. Even when you were sleeping, you squirmed and keened underneath him as if you were trained to be his good little girl.

He attached his lips around your cunt, eating you out as if his life depended on it. Drool and slick started to dribble down his chin, but he would have cared less. His eyes were closed, eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he savored your taste, remembered the feel of your velvet walls around his tongue.

He wondered if he had sneaked his way into your dreams. Still in a slumber, your body heat rose tenfold and you let out a small moan. Maybe you were thinking of him now. Maybe he had hijacked what might've been a sweet innocent dream and turned it into something so sinfully better. It was only when you started to writhe more in his grasp, your soft little whines getting louder the more he ate you out that he pulled away from your messy cunt. 

"Fuck, you just keep getting wetter and wetter, don't you baby?" He chuckled breathlessly. "You gonna cum for me, hm? Even in your sleep?"

When he saw your pussy flutter, convulsing around nothing and getting soaked by the second, he smirked to himself. It was as if your body was asking for him, as if you desperately needed him to make you come. And God, how could he ever refuse you?

Coated with your wetness, Sapnap brought his fingers up to his lips and tasted you. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his skull at how good you tasted, letting out a low guttural groan as his hands were back on you in an instant. He was so damned handsy. So needy. So utterly obsessed with you. He had one hand wrapped around you to hold you in place, the other gliding down to tease your chubby cunt. He spread the folds apart with his fingers making your pussy shiver at the cold air. He dipped two fingers into your sopping cunt, pressing soft kisses to your neck to stop you from stirring awake.

"It's alright, pretty. I've got you." He whispered against your skin. "M'gonna make you squirt, yeah? Make you feel so good.'"

When he slipped in another finger, you squirmed against him, still lost in sleep.

He chuckled lowly, "Don't lie to me, darl'. You can take more than that." 

When he felt your walls relax, he fingered you faster, hitting the spot that made you go dizzy. Your breath quickened, and he should not have gotten so excited at the fact that you were slowly starting to wake up.

"S-Sap?" You panted, eyes blinking open.

Mind still foggy from sleep, all you knew was that you were engulfed in his arms and covered in heavy euphoria.

"Sap." Your body arched closer to him. "M'close."

"I know, baby." He kissed the underside of your jaw. "Be good for me, hm? Make a mess all over these sheets?"

You nodded.

He beamed with pride.

"Atta girl."

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