One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Wilford Warfstache x reader (back to bed)

A/N Well let's get this shit storm other with. Well here goes absolutely nothing.

Your PoV
As I rolled over in our shared bed, I could feel my boyfriend behind me his arms around my waist in a death grip. A smile crept onto my lips, turning my body so I was facing him. "Wilfy, baby we need to get up" I whispered to him. No response. I tried to shimmy my way out of his grip but he was too strong. I carefully shuffled down the bed so his arms were no longer around my waist. Yes I made it! I moved a pillow between his arms to replace where I had been lying. Careful as to not wake my boyfriend, I sat up on our bed pleased with my success. I stood up straight and moved away from the bed. I felt arms snake themselves around my wait. Damn Wilford with his strong grip. I turn my head to see into Willford's eyes. He had his body stretched across the bed and his arms around my waist, his legs were hanging of the end of the bed. "Wilfy, babe we need to get up and get stuff done" I whispered softly. "Ughhhhhhhhhh" was the only response I got of Wilford. "Come back to bed, you're sooooooo warm" he says in his whinny child voice. It was obvious to you you were going to get nothing done today so you crawled back into your shared bed. Wilford buried his head in the crook of your shoulder. You could feel him smirking into your neck as you sighed, "we're getting nothing done today are we Wilford?" A small muffled "nope" could be heard.