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wilbur x afab!sugar | cw: afab!reader, suggestive, dirty talk, inexperienced!reader, (can be read as being a virgin or shy), hints of BDSM, hints of daddy!wilbur, impact play mentioned, implied thigh riding

"Wait, just-" You pull away from Wilbur, inhaling shakily. His mouth chases yours for half a second before he catches himself.

Brows furrowed, he studies you. "Are you-?"

"Yeah, no, I'm okay."

You force a laugh, discretely wiping your mouth. Wilbur's gaze burns through you, his concern mounting by the second.

"Did I do something?"

"N-No!" The words rush out and you grip his wrist. "I mean - I just - I need a second." Cheeks hot, you can't look at him when you add, "You're really good at kissing."

It's been a couple of months since you've officially started dating your favorite barista. There was flirting before that - and lots of it - but the physical aspect of your relationship progressed at a snails pace at no fault of your own.

Wilbur readjusts his glasses, those long lashes of his fluttering as he takes you in. A dusting of pink colors his cheeks and he bites his swollen lower lip to keep from grinning.

"I see..."

"Please don't tease me," you lament. "I'm pathetic, I know."

Amusement taints his voice, "I didn't say that."

"No, but you're thinking it."

"Not at all." His voice dips to a place so unfairly seductive that it doesn't help your current predicament. "Hey?" He ducks his head, trying to meet your eyes. "Can you be honest with me, sugar? Are you wet?"

You nod, burying your face in your hands.

Being near him was impossible. You were bound to be ruined when he finally gave you more than a little peck. That's all it's been for ages - he didn't even kiss your cheek until the second date! And in the privacy of his apartment - on his couch - with his mouth doing sinful things against yours, you're powerless against the budding need blossoming between your thighs.

Wilbur swears under his breath.

"Yeah?" He all-but chuckles, but there's more to it - a rasp you've only dared to imagine when you're alone with your lecherous thoughts. "It's okay, sweetheart, we can take a break."

A whine peels out of you, without your consent, and that time he does laugh.

"What?"

"You need to stop being so - so ..."

"So...?"

"Hot."

Wilbur blinks, then rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I'm sorry," he says. Wilbur rests his arm against the back of the couch. "You're making things pretty hard, too."

You peek through your fingers, perverted as you are, but that's exactly what Wilbur wanted. He tips your chin up, clicking his tongue. His lenses are a little foggy.

"Now who's being unfair?" he chides.

You gulp. The topic of sex rarely came up, aside from a few lewd jokes here and there. You always assumed it would come up naturally - no point in forcing something as sensitive as this, right?

But, fuck, you were sensitive. Your sex pulsed, the pang made even worse as Wilbur's are you wet? played on loop in your mind. You are wet. Devistatingly drenched, if you're honest. And witnessing Wilbur's erection, so plainly printed against his pants, caused a fresh wave of arousal to gush into your undies.

"Do you, um ...?" You tuck your hands against your chest, eyes dropping despite Wilbur's command. "Want some help?"

He taps your jaw, and you correct your gaze, meeting those dark brown eyes of his.

"Do you?" he asks.

Breathing turned laborious. You can picture Wilbur's pale hands mapping out your body, gripping flesh, sliding under your waistband, delving into you -

Too much. Wilbur smells divine this close, and his body is warm and solid and perfect beside yours. You're practically shaking when you answer him.

"Y-Yeah."

He strokes your knee, slotting his other hand with yours. Your foreheads were practically touching. "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want."

Wilbur shakes his head. "If you can't say it, you can't have it."

"Anything," you stammer. "Everything. Whatever would make you happy."

"Lot of things would make me happy, sugar," Wilbur murmurs, "but that's not what you want. Now that I've got you, I don't plan to scare you off so soon. I'd be happy if we kept kissing."

"You can't get rid of me, Wil."

"Won't hurt you, either." He sighed, gazing his lips against your cheek. "Not unless you ask me to."

"What, like, you'd spank me?"

You mean it as a joke as you can't picture Wilbur mean, let alone cruel, but instead of denying it his blush deepens.

"If you wanted it."

"Oh."

Your skin tingles, imagining those broad hands of his slamming against your ass ... wrapped around your throat ... God, you're getting even more pathetic by the second. You clench your thighs and pray that Wilbur would take pity on you. Ravish me, damnit! you want to scream, but your vocal chords seize up. Your lower lip quivers. It's no secret that Wilbur was your first real boyfriend, and like you said before, he's hot. Whatever boldness you might have eked out earlier diminished into nothing but air. You always thought when you got to this point that you would be able to sit tall and seduce him, maybe throw in a saucy roll of the shoulders or teasing hair twirl. Yet, here you are, staring down the beast and all you feel is fear. Not of Wilbur, but of yourself. What if you're not good enough? What if you suggest something he doesn't like? What if he gets turned off?

"You're so pretty, baby," he says, quieting the voices in your head. "Let's save this for another time, okay?"

"B-But-"

Wilbur arches an eyebrow.

"You're not going to leave me like this, right?" you ask. Frustration and desperation are an ugly, poisonous concoction.

The corner of his mouth tugs upward. "No, baby, I won't." He kisses you slowly, pulling away before you devour him. "We'll take it slow, okay? Climb in my lap?"

You mutter something about not wanting to crush him and Wilbur shushes you. He pulls you by your belt loops into his lap, situating your two trembling thighs how he wants them, 'til your straddling one of his legs.

"Please?"

"I'll take care of you," he assures you, running his hands up and down your spine. He presses his thigh against your core and you wonder if he can feel the heat. "Until you know how to ask for what you want, this is what you'll get, okay?"

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When there is darkness, there is light

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twst anime news!! (finally, lol)

The Twisted Wonderland anime is confirmed to be an adaptation of the main story!!

Seasons 1-3 have been greenlit. The first season, Episode of Heartslabyul, airs in October of 2025!! 🌹

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We’re doing mr. Scarletella now

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Teacher!jack whos a hs teacher who focused on his career friends and family. Not that he regrets it but its soooo hard to find love when ur an adult :((

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Hehe me an diluc

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Pov: its your first kiss with teacher!jack and he expects its a kiss with tongue

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Rendacted my beloved :))

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hi hello! i love ricky sm your brain is so phat for making him up. can i request for ricky trying to approach his love interest? like it is in the ricky hcs but if you can (and want to ofc) it would be nice to see it expanded on!!

Ahhh Ricky my love, he's very tactical in his approach, if he has it his way you won't see him coming at all, just be wonderfully charmed by him. He does his research, finding out just how you like your men, how you like to be approached, how shy you are or aren't, he studies you like he's getting paid for it and this shows in when he finally does approach you.

Ricky is calculating and thoughtful, if you like a more direct approach then you're getting suave confident Ricky, if you want something more subtle then he's not coming on as strong, he's careful and kind, and just perfect enough not to raise suspicion, a master at his craft

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Remember kids the moon cannot shine light of its own, it always needs the Sun ☀️

Phantom of the Opera au for sunnydayjack and my oc, no actual name but is referred to by jack as moonlight because haha get it- in canon universe he refers to mc as sunshine.

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Teehee i kinda forgor i had a tumblr ^^ my 2024 new year piece ft my oc honey and sunny day jack!!! Bo got booted from this one srry buddy

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Happy late birthday:>

awe!!! thank you!!! and just for u im putting the link to my short dachabo blurb since u look like the type to like him ;3c

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Noche Buena with Sunny Day Jack and my oc Honey!! Yes she does wear a matching ribbon with her pajamas ^^

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I'm going to be a little evil :3c /silly

*I have stolen all of their headwear, leaving only FROGGY HAT in his closet.*

"Boy it sure is chilly today. Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay [REDACTED]?"

✦゜ANSWERED: I believe in froggy hat [REDACTED] supremacy 🖤🐸

He knew. Of course he knew. [REDACTED]'s security system alerted him the second you stepped foot into his apartment, and it took the dark-haired hacker almost all of his willpower not to rush home and see you. But alas, he had other matters to attend to and messes to clean up here. Things he couldn't risk putting on hold, lest he pay the consequences for them later.

So, [REDACTED] settles for watching you through his cracked phone screen as you try to sneak your way around his apartment. They didn't really understand why you felt the need to be so secretive; you knew your boyfriend would be out for the day, you had his spare keycard and access to the entire 14th floor, and [REDACTED] had made it explicitly clear early on in the relationship that everything he owned was yours completely. Nothing was off limits to you, and that included every inch of his living space.

...And even himself.

Curiously, they watch with keen interest as you quietly slide the door to his walk-in closet open and take in your surroundings once more — to make sure that you really were alone in his dimly-lit bedroom. But barely a moment passes before you stride in with a newfound purpose, unzip your backpack, and begin to stash all of his caps and beanies inside.

Well, alright then. If you decided he no longer needed those items, then so be it. He was never one to deny you anything.

But in retrospect, you were honestly doing [REDACTED] a favour. He genuinely didn't really need those items in his possession anymore — especially considering how he had no real reason to conceal his identity from you after all these years of being together.

He could never forget about that pivoted moment in time when you opened up to your beloved hacker about his rather... intense need to watch over you 24/7. And after you had scolded him multiple times for stalking you from darkened corners and alleyways outside your apartment complex, [REDACTED] had all but tried to change his ways. To better themselves for you.

After all, you deserved nothing less.

Glancing back at his phone once more, [REDACTED] takes in every little movement you make as you continue to tuck away his belongings; down to the turn of your head and the flex in your muscles. Not a single twitch or glance goes unnoticed under his watchful gaze — and had the dark-haired man not been so enraptured by your ministrations — he surely would've noticed that it was just about time for him to start packing his tools up and head home.

Home, in time for the date you had planned for the evening.

But the way you purposefully moved around his closet had [REDACTED] in a trance. You were extremely methodical about the things you were swiping from his shelves; neatly packing away all of the headgear, earmuffs, and scarves on display (and even the ones hidden within the depths of his drawers!). Yet... One single item remained in the aftermath of your wake.

Atop one of the lone shelves in the corner, it sits, isolated from the rest of its kind. Warn out yet well loved; it was no more than a novelty item your boyfriend had originally won for you from a crane game. But even after their constant insistence that you should keep it, you rebutted it all by saying it'd look better on him instead — all while pushing the cute, froggy hat back into his hands with a teasing smile.

("If you keep bleaching your hair like that," his real name falls from your lips like sweet nectar, "All of your hair will fall out. When that happens, you can use this to keep your bald head warm!"

"...When that happens? Hmph. You're gettin' cheeky." With a smile of his own, your boyfriend reaches out to gently pinch your cheek. "I haven't touched m'hair in ages.")

So after watching you be so meticulous with the items you were "robbing", the hacker couldn't help but wonder what your main motive was. Why leave that silly, little frog hat alone unless... Did you want him to wear it? You knew [REDACTED] would never say no to you — let alone a frivolous request — but admittedly, they did find it rather endearing to watch you put in all that effort just for him.

Just like how he used to be... Back before you opened the curtains of his life and brought sunshine into his heart.

Gone are the days of "Ren", when [REDACTED] had to snoop around your apartment just to get any sort of inclination of what your type and interests might be. No longer did [REDACTED] have to "borrow" some of your old clothing to keep himself company on lonely nights; to put them over his pillow and pretend like it was you he was holding close to his chest. He no longer had to steal your presents and tokens out of spite and jealousy — only to return them days later once they noticed how upset it made you.

Too caught up in reminiscing about the past, [REDACTED] had almost missed your swift getaway from his bedroom. Living up to your nickname, you glide down the staircase and across his foyer as if you sprouted angel wings on your back and stroll into the elevator, before closing the door and pulling out your phone.

And just like clockwork, [REDACTED]'s camera feed gets replaced by the bright red and green call buttons that shake and taunt him at the bottom of the screen — alongside the personalised caller photo of you smiling towards the sunset ocean with [REDACTED]'s jacket atop your shoulders. The dark-haired man leaves no room for pause before he's swiping his finger across the screen and eagerly anticipating the sound of your voice.

You greet him in that casual, nonchalant tone of yours, and [REDACTED] had to resist the urge to start recording the call — to save the addictive timbre of your voice for when he needs to hear it the most.

"Man... It sure is chilly today, don't you think?"

There's the familiar sound of tacky elevator music playing in the background, and part of [REDACTED] thinks you're purposefully calling him right now to let him in on your (not so) secret escapades... To let them know where you are.

Or perhaps you were already aware that he knows, if the way you were glancing up at the elevator camera was anything to go by.

Regardless, you don't give away any other telling signs as your beloved hacker watches you through the camera. Your bag is still carefully slung over a shoulder, while one of his old, black university caps received the pleasure of being fiddled with in your hand. Your voice returns once more, and it causes a grin to form on his lips.

"Don't forget to wear a scarf and a hat when you come pick me up, okay?"

There's a newfound teasing lilt in your tone, which has [REDACTED] latching on to your every word with bated breath and scrambling for a reply.

"'Course. Wouldn't miss our date for the world. 'N make sure y'stay warm too, angel." Without missing a beat, he easily takes his place in your little game. "Wouldn't wanna misplace your jacket 'n get cold now, would we?"

Your pixelated smile on the screen gives everything away.

You hear the unmistakable sound of [REDACTED]'s sports motorbike before you see it; watching the corner of your street as he appears from the darkness like a phantom.

And like the gentleman that he is, [REDACTED] doesn't make you stray far from the safety of the streetlamp either. The moment your boyfriend pulls up in front of you, one of his large hands reaches around your waist to draw you near (almost as if he'd gone years without being in your presence), while the other makes quick work of the latch of his helmet. In one swift motion, he pulls it off and rests it against the tank—

Only to reveal that cute, pastel green frog hat sitting atop his head.

He can't help but smile when you do; clearly pleased that he went through with your silly request. At that, you let out a low hum of appreciation as you lean against your boyfriend's chest, and [REDACTED] returns the favour by bending down and pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head as well.

"...Think y'could give this unworthy prince another kiss, love?" Your beloved boyfriend leans in closer until your lips are millimetres away from touching, "Otherwise I might stay cursed t'live in this froggy form forever."

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Furry sunny day jack hits different but still looks so fine 💛❤️💙🦁

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WATCHED THE FNAF MOVIE!!!! IT WAS SO FUN!!! CORYXKENSHIN WAS THERE!!!!

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Hey hun! It's been a minute since I've seen your work. How have you've been? Good, I hope.

hi!! it has defnitely been a minute (srry for late reply). i know i did say i will be cringe and free buuuut i hit a bit of a stump. ive been taking some steps to get me back into the game by making some aus for sunny day jack and potentially making more less polished doodles to post to help me get over myself ^^ tysm for asking and i hope u are doing good as well!!! i am slightly more active on twitter bec i tend to forget to post some of my stuff here if youre interested to hear more from me