i want to write short stories about people in the dream smp :) (preferences included)
|> x Y/N, but in first person :) <|
fluff ✔️
angst ✔️
steamy situations ✔️
smut: ✔️
please leave requests
People i do:
Dream
Sapnap
George
Badboyhalo
Skeppy
Wilbu...
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𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿.
i laughed and slapped wilburs hand away as he tickled my side. he patted my head "small". i was going to say a snarky comeback but he got a discord call from one of his teammates.
he poked my cheek with a smirk before walking over to his computer. i rolled my eyes and went over to his bed, sitting on it and pulling up my phone.
i've been staying with wilbur for a couple days now and unfortunately he had MCC so he had to stream. this is only the second time i've been in his room, nothing has changed.
as i sat down, my charger fell off the bed so i let out an annoyed sigh and lent down sideways to try and pick it up. my hand glided down the beds frame and flinched away when i felt something cold.
my eyebrows furrowed and i leaned down further, picking the cold thing up a bit to get a better look. when i saw what it was i slapped a hand over my mouth and dropped it.
fucking handcuffs. its fucking hanfcuffs.
i, of course, kept quiet and decided to act like i didnt see or find anything. the stream went on for a really long time till finally he said bye and ended the stream. he turned to me and stood up, stretching then sitting next to me. i kept quiet still, i didnt know what to say or how to bring it up.
wilbur noticed my quietness and looked at me concerned "whats wrong"
my face felt hot and my lips tightly pressed together. i cleared my throat a bit and pointed next to me, where the handcuffs were. his eyes widen and he put a fist up to his mouth. "i thought i moved those—im so sorry y/n" by now i knew my face was red.
wilbur took one more look at me and then smirked. "why- why would you have those in the first place" oh i knew why he had it. i just didnt want to accept that fact. he sat up and then moved to infront of me. "why do you think i have it" the smirk on his face was huge by now. he knew the effect he had on me and he was enjoying it way to much.
"i dont- i dont know, why else would i ask-" i stopped when i felt something cold go around my wrist. my mouth was stuck open in shook and i looked down to see one of the cuffs around my wrist, wilburs hand ontop.
i felt my heart start beating faster. "you get it now, right?" he questioned teasingly. i nodded while remaining eye contact. "and this stays between us, right" he also asked. i whispered out a 'yes'
he softly grabbed my chin and lifted my face up so i had to be face to face with him.
