sootcest... stuff?! [MOSTLY SMUT]

p14- lmanburs astronomical rizz

L'manbur the rizzler.

ALSO I RECENTLY HAD A POPPYTWT COMMENT ON THE FIRST CHAPTER AND THEY SAID SOMETHING GROSS

YOU DONT EVEN WANNA KNOW

PLEASE DNI IF UR POPPYTWT OR A PROSHIPPER GOOD GOD

I MUTED AND REPORTED THEM DW

anyways

(also ignore the picture at the top)
also this might be short and very very bad sorry. Oh and Vilbur has sharp canines but he's not a vampire
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"Vilby!"

L'manbur called. Vilbur popped his head out of the ajar door, looking painfully tired.

"I bought you something special."

Vilbur cocked his head to the side curiously, though his face dropped when he saw the black thigh high socks in L'manbur's hand. L'manbur was grinning, waving them around in the air tauntingly.

"I wanna see you in these and nothing else." L'manbur commanded. "Make it worth my money, my prince."

Vilbur's mouth was agape; he'd just woken up, black beanie pulled lazily over his head, hair looking like it'd been dunked in a lake and dried, eyebags blacker than his future and now L'manbur wanted him to wear those defamatory socks?! Was he delusional?!

"We're home alone, when are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?"
L'manbur said, clearly trying to coax Vil into wearing the embarrassing clothing. "Come on, love! I'll make you feel so good if you do."
He manoeuvred to wrap a hand around Vilbur's waist, nibbling at the crook of his neck. "Please?"

Vilbur exhaled with frustration.
"I don't- I'm not gonna do that."

L'manbur's soft expression dropped. His grip on Vilbur's waist tightened.
"Why?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Just can't be bothered right now," Vil said nonchalantly as he walked further away from L'manbur's harsh grasp.

But L'manbur caught him, grabbing him by his shoulder and roughly turning him around. He grabbed him by his face, squishing it slightly.
"You'll do as I say, and I will force you into these socks if I have to."

Vilbur whimpered under L'manbur's hold, feeling his own dick twitch in his boxers.
"You like being degraded, slut?"
Vil nodded, trying to ignore the heat in his face. He didn't even have to look- he was sure that he was redder than a fucking tomato. "Hm... my pretty whore."

Vilbur moaned at that. It annoyed him how he was letting himself get so worked up after he expressed his disinterest only a couple minutes ago.
"Fuck..." Vilbur whined.

L'manbur let go of Vil, thrusting the socks into his hands.
"There you go, bitch."
Vilbur slowly backed into the bathroom, holding the article of clothing in his hands.
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Vilbur shut the door behind him. He stared at the socks, wincing. This was going to be so embarrassing... but he really wanted to he fucked now he was all flustered. The socks had a white stripe at the top, and Vilbur appreciated how nice the material was.

He stared at himself in the mirror. God, a tough guy like him, fangs and all,  shouldn't be wearing such derogatory clothing. But really, there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, then. Time to get changed.
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L'manbur waited impatiently outside the bathroom door, listening closely to noises of his belt and his trenchcoat falling to the tiled floors. He wanted Vil to be quick, so that he could get his dick out. He was horny as fuck and imagining what Vilbur might look like in the clothing was certainly not helping. He chewed on his lip as he slumped against the wall, arms crossed.