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Hello! Could you Write some smut headcanons of will? Hope you have a Great day!💗
Superstarbur Smut Headcannons
Bursona x Female Reader
Warnings: Pure filth. Not sorry.
HELLO LOVELY ANON! Did a little happy dance in the kitchen while making myself soup to see this! Not sure how many people on here know that Will himself isn’t big on people writing NSFW/smut about his irl stuff, but he doesn’t mind it about his Bursonas. As much as I’d love to fulfill your request as asked, the closest I could get was writing smut headcannons about my personal favorite Bursona (which I made up, ofc) Superstarbur! Basically the character he plays when he’s acting like a rockstar during gigs and posing for edits (think the ENTIRE choreography for POABS). Sorry that this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I promise it’s just as filthy <3
Smut headcannons below cut!
~Superstarbur gives off big dick energy for a reason. He’s packing. Almost painfully so, but would tease you when you whined. (‘You can take it for me, yea?’)
~100% the kind of guy to buy you pretty lingerie for the sheer purpose of taking it off later.
~Have you seen this man play the guitar? Very good with his fingers.
~Also hands. Choke me.
~Riding him after a gig when he’s absolutely exhausted but still so desperate for you <3
~Dabbing concealer on all the hickies you left on his neck before he goes onstage.
~You cannot tell me there’s a submissive bone in Superstarbur’s body. Even if you’re on top, he’s always in control.
~Would absolutely go feral when you begged him for anything. Even if it was something innocent, like begging him to get you something at the store, you’d be saying something similar when he got you home and into bed.
~Obsessed with you. Like, obsessed. Obsessed to the point where it’s almost too much, but you absolutely adore it.
~Equally loves to praise and degrade you. Often at the same time.
~His favorite innocent pet names for you are ‘love’, ‘darling’, ‘princess’, and ‘angel’.
~Loves to call you variations of ‘good girl’. Think ‘my good girl’, ‘that’s my good girl’, and the like.
~Even when he’s degrading you, Superstarbur can never resist calling you his. Think ‘my pretty little slut’ and so forth.
~Wouldn’t be able to control himself if you sat on his lap in a skirt. “Easy access” as he calls it.
~Superstarbur loves making out backstage just before he goes out to perform. Says it gives him energy and pushes him to push through when he’s exhausted.
~But loves taking you back to the tiny bunk on the tour bus even more ;)
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Arranged Marriage With Princebur
Princebur x Reader
Warnings: Sex, mentions of sex, angsty towards the end :D
Hi Tumblr. I wrote this as a ‘crack fic’ (mostly just self indulgent) but was so proud I figured you all deserved it too :) If you’ve read parts 1-4 of my Princebur headcannons, then this is familiar, but if not, you’re in for a treat! This is very loosely inspired from one of my favorite books of all time, ‘The Giver Of Stars’ by Jojo Moyes.
Fic below cut!
When my parents sat me down one day, I knew the news couldn’t be good.
The king and queen of my country were getting older, and all the newspapers were talking about their son, Wilbur, soon to take over the throne, wondering who would be his bride. I’d seen him, a black-and-white photo adorning these articles, and secretly felt sorry for whoever he’d be forced to marry. The royal family was big on arranged marriages. How else would they get more heirs to the throne?
“We’re going to the castle for tea,” my mother explained briskly. “The queen was aware you’re her son’s age, and-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupt, gaining a sharp glare from my father. “You want to marry me off to a prince?”
My father smiles, though it’s far from warm. “Well, hopefully, if they take liking to you.”
“Have you considered I don’t want to be forced into a loveless marriage, just to be a vessel for heirs to the throne?” I say, both my parents’ gazes turning stony.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” my mother snapped. “It’s a great honor to marry into the royal family. Wilbur’s a good man. Handsome, even.”
Sure. Wilbur’s handsome, if you like the snobby prince look.
“Go get ready,” my father adds, getting up from the table. “Wear your nicest dress, and try and do something with your hair. It looks like you rolled around in a barn.”
~
“It’s so lovely to meet you,” the queen simpered, giving me a watery smile. “You look lovely. Just like a future princess should.”
Lovely?
The corset my mother cinched me into was so tight, I couldn’t take a deep breath in, a trickle of sweat running down my back. My best shoes hadn’t been worn in over a year, and they were slightly too small, with a blister already forming on my heel. The heavy makeup caked on my cheeks and eyelashes felt thick. Maybe this was why all the royals looked miserable all the time.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I say, forcing a smile when my mother nudges me under the table. “These cakes are delicious.” That wasn’t a lie, however, my father had stopped me from taking more than one. Probably on the grounds that it wasn’t ‘ladylike’.
The queen forces another smile. “Our cooks here are very talented, dear. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger when you marry Wilbur. They’ll wait on you hand and foot.”
I force my face into what I hope is an impressed expression.
I might complain about the chores at home, but I’d be bored silly without them. What would I do, just sit around all day? And wait, wait, did she say ‘when’?
“Did you say, ‘when’ she marries Wilbur?” My father says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.
The king nods. “We did. Your daughter is exactly what we’re looking for in a bride for our son. She has lovely composure, perfect manners, and we can tell Wilbur’s already taken a liking to her.”
I sneak a glance over at Wilbur, who gives me the tiniest smile. Begrudgingly, I had to admit he was vaguely handsome. Sharp jawline, refined features, slightly messy brunette curls, and sparkling deep brown eyes.
Maybe this won’t be too bad.
“They’ll make such perfect babies,” my mother adds, the queen nodding her agreement. Snatching my eyes away from Wilbur, I pick up my now-lukewarm tea to hide my embarrassment.
Nevermind.
“So it’s agreed?” My father asks.
The king smiles. “It’s agreed. We’ll get to wedding planning right away. Everyone loves a good royal wedding. It’ll bring the country together.”
~
I’d never seen such a ridiculous waste of money before. The newspapers were eating up any tidbit they could about the wedding, and all the headlines made me groan.
‘Wilbur’s bride-to-be rumored to walk down the aisle in a pure silk gown!’
‘The royal family reported to be buying the future princess an entire wardrobe of velvet and silk, complete with jewlery to match!’
‘Royal wedding to be decorated with thousands of roses!’
I did my best to avoid looking at the bold headlines on the papers that piled up on my kitchen table.
My parents were over the moon, helping me pack up my belongings in preparation for moving into the castle. Or, rather, they were deciding which of my belongings belonged in the castle.
“Why would you bring such an old dress? They’ll just buy you a new one.”
“Those shoes are dreadful. A princess should only be seen in heels!”
In the end, I ended up with just a suitcase of clothes, shoes, and the occasional personal belonging my parents let slide.
My mother decided to teach me all about how to raise children, complete with handing me a satchel of all my old baby clothes and teaching me how to pin a cloth diaper on an old teddy bear. She also had to give me ‘the talk’ about how I’d go about having these babies, which left me horrified.
“Don’t give me that look,” she snapped. “It’s natural. It’s how you were made.”
My father took it as his responsibility to teach me about royal etiquette. He’d once worked as a servant, and had decided it was up to him to drill everything into my head.
“No! Head up, shoulders back, heel-toe walking.”
“You sip tea with your pinky finger out! And stop slouching!’
Honestly, if they were sending me off to work on a farm, I’d be more excited.
~
“You may now kiss the bride!”
I force myself to stay calm as Wilbur’s rough lips brush mine, and the entire church errupts in cheers and applause. It was sealed. I was now a princess.
Wilbur offers me his arm, and I take it, letting him lead us back down the velvet-covered aisle. I force myself to relax and smile, waving elegantly to the people in the pews, just as my mother drilled into me.
He helps me into the shiny new carriage, drawn by two shiny white horses, flicking their braided tails. More velvet on the inside of the carriage, all the metal features pure gold.
“Is ‘congratulations’ appropriate?” Wilbur says, breaking the very tense silence.
I shift against the seat uncomfortably, the lace edges of my gloves chafing my skin. “I think so.”
“Well, then, congratulations,” he adds, slightly awkwardly. “And sorry.”
He’s sorry?
“What are you sorry for?” I ask, finally looking him in the eyes.
Wilbur sighs. “You didn’t ask for this. Neither of us did, actually, but you especially.”
The heavy silence is even worse when the entire country seems to be cheering us on.
“I promise I’m not that bad,” I offer, and Wilbur cracks a smile.
Neither of us speak for the rest of the ride, and when we arrive at the castle, two men dressed to the nines open the doors. I go to hop out, but Wilbur gently stops me.
“I’m supposed to help you,” he whispers softly.
Luckily, the photographers didn’t seem to catch my slip up, and I accept Wilbur’s hand to step out onto the grounds of my new home. My heels are hurting my feet, and I’m exhausted, but I fix a smile on my face and walk through the grand front doors.
~
“Well, happy wedding night, darling,” the queen says, kissing both my cheeks with a flourish and handing me a paper-wrapped package. “Just something to make tonight better for you both.”
I accept with a smile, trying not to think about what the package is, before turning and heading up the main staircase to Wilbur and I’s new bedroom.
Wilbur’s not in the room when I walk in, so I flop into the middle of the bed and cautiously unwrap the package. Something small and silky slips onto the sheets, and I unfurl the bundle to see a baby-pink, silk nightgown, the deep neckline and hem lined with lace. I hold it up to my body, seeing it barely reaches my knees.
The door opens, and I drop the nightgown, turning around to see Wilbur carrying in a massive amount of packages.
“Wedding gifts,” he explains, setting them down next to another huge pile I didn’t notice earlier. “Mother wants us to open them before we go to bed. And I have a suspicion-” he indicates a lot of tiny parcels. “-that I know what these are.”
Wilbur tosses them all to me, grabbing several himself before joining me on the bed to unwrap them.
“It’s shoes for you,” he says, handing me a pair of dainty red heels. “What’s in that one?”
I rip open the package and sigh. “A hat for a baby.”
He nods, opening the next one. “Some jewelery for you.”
“Baby shoes and socks.”
“An evening gown.”
“A baby blanket.”
“Some cufflinks.”
“Baby clothes.”
Wilbur gently stops me before I reach for the next one. “I’m detecting a theme.”
“Me too,” I sigh, showing him the nightgown. “Your mother gave me this.”
His dark eyes widen. “Thats…” he trails off, swallowing. “A nightgown.”
“Uh, yea,” I reply. “It’s a nightgown.”
Another awkward silence.
“Look,” Wilbur says, starting to gather up the gifts. “It’s been a long day, and we’ve still got something to do before we can get some sleep. I’ll clean up here, you go get ready, ok?”
Something to d- oh. That.
I nod, grabbing the nightgown and scrambling for our bathroom.
~
The nightgown is certainly… something.
It seemed far too inappropriate a gift from my now-mother-in-law, as I look at myself in the mirror. Everything is covered, sure. Just barely.
The lace scoops dangerously low in the front, raising dangerously high at the back, and is so thin, it leaves nothing to the imagination.
Now I see what she meant.
There’s a sharp tap on the door. “You ok in there?” Wilbur asks. “You, uh, ready for bed?”
“Yea, I’m good,” I lie. “Just, uh, putting on the nightgown.”
A solid 5 seconds of silence.
“Can I see?” Wilbur’s voice comes out a lot more desperate than either of us was expecting. “I mean, if it’s ok with you-”
When I open the door, his eyes widen, taking in every single inch of silk, lace, and skin. “You…” Wilbur trails off, eyes everwhere but my face. “It’s definitely a nightgown.”
My face burns. “It is.”
“You go get comfortable, and I’ll, uh, get ready.” He says, trying to sound casual.
The bathroom door shuts behind him, and I get into our new bed. The only upside is that our bed is massive, so it’s not like I’ll be spooning the guy every night.
I blink open my eyes as the bathroom door opens, and my new husband walks out in nothing but a pair of striped silk pajama pants, sitting low on his hips. He gets into bed next to me, hesitantly setting a hand on my thigh.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Wilbur murmurs, a caring note in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I feel a new but welcome warmth blooming in my chest, both from the pet name and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. “I’m ready.”
~
Imagining what would happen on the wedding night, and actually doing it, were two different things. Two very different things.
I expected him to do what he needed to do pretty quickly, roll over, and we’d both go to sleep. Something I’d just lie there through.
Oh God, was I wrong.
There was something otherworldly about our two bodies becoming one, so strange, but so welcomed. It made heat pool between my thighs, pleasure bubbling up between our entwined bodies.
I couldn’t tell if Wilbur was enjoying it, but the noises he was making… soft groans and whines. They were like music to my ears, adding to the tightening in my core, something I’d never felt before, but I never wanted it to end.
The spiral low in my stomach kept tightening, ecstasy running over my body as he kept rutting into me, tightening until it snapped. And when it snapped, radiating out from the apex of my thighs, it was like I was on cloud nine, floating in the clouds, far above the castle, the country, and the planet.
I’d barely recovered from the wave of pleasure that slammed into me when Wilbur lets out a loud moan, burying his face in my shoulder as I felt my inner thighs suddenly wet. The only sounds in the room were mine and Wilbur’s shaky breaths, trying to collect our composure once more.
“If that didn’t work,” Wilbur murmurs, panting. “Could we, uh, do it again?”
~
I’ve been living in the castle, married to my husband, and a princess for a month now. I still wasn’t quite used to it. Gone were the days I pitched in around the house and could come and go when I pleased. Now, I sat around in a castle, wearing lace, silk, and velvet dresses that made me feel frumpy. All there was to do was sit in the library and read. I’d loose myself in leather-bound tales, about far-off and imaginary lands, trying to wish myself to live between the worn pages instead of here.
“I’ve washed your nightgown for you, ma’am,” one of our housekeepers says to me, dropping off a loud of laundry in our room, thankfully interrupting the conversation the queen was trying to have with Wilbur and I. “I couldn’t quite get the menstrual blood out of it, I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it’s no issue,” I reply, face burning as I take the neatly folded pile, avoiding the gaze I’m sure the queen was giving me. “Thank you.”
The queen shakes her head, continuing knitting something that looked, suspiciously like a hat for a baby. “It’s ok, dear,” she says, forcing kindness into her voice. “Maybe next month Wilbur will do his job.”
Wilbur snorts into his tea, making his mother give him a very stern look. We make eye contact over the rim of the mug, warmth blooming in my chest.
He’s on my side.
“That hat looks nice,” I say to hopefully break the awkward silence.
The queen grimaces. “It’s a sweater for a newborn,” she says briskly, making Wilbur hide his laughter with a pretend coughing fit. “Wilbur, are you ill? Why are you coughing.”
“I’m fine, mother,” he lies, gulping down the rest of his tea. “Why don’t you head down to the sitting room and let me and my wife spend some time together?”
She immediately brightens up. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, packing up her knitting and giving me a wink. “Good luck, you two.”
The second the door shuts behind her, Wilbur groans, burying his face in his hands. “Does she only care about you as some sort of baby-vessel?”
I sigh, wringing one of my carefully-folded dresses in my hands. “I think so.”
Awkwardly, Wilbur leans over, carefully putting a loose arm around my shoulders. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think of you like that.”
Blinking up at him, I feel a heat spread through my face. “Thank you, Wilbur.”
“Of course,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. “So the… blood, it means you’re not pregnant, right?”
I nod. Wilbur’s face, inexplicably, breaks out in a grin.
“That’s good news?” I question, and he nods. “But, your parents-”
He shrugs dismissively. “Look, I had about as much of a choice as you did. Just because I have royalty in my blood, it doesn’t mean I like it.”
“You don’t like being a prince?” I reply, shocked. “Whenever I see you in the papers, you seem to like this life.”
Wilbur laughs, shaking his head. “That’s called ‘acting’, darling.” The pet name makes my face flush, though it’s not unwelcomed. “And now I’ve somehow dragged you into this mess.”
“At least we’re both equally unhappy?” I offer. “I promise I won’t mention this to anyone else. We can get through this.” I hesitate before adding the last word. “Together.”
Nodding, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Together.”
~
“Wilbur, are you alright?” I ask, walking into our room a few nights later to see my husband sitting on the edge of our bed, looking pensive. “What happened?”
He sighs, patting the blanket as an invite for me to sit. “Mother’s been complaining to the staff about not getting her grandchildren yet. Apparently, she got pregnant with me the night she married my father, and saying I’m not living up to the family legacy.”
“Oh.” As much as I hate myself for it, my core tightens deliciously at the thought of Wilbur and I’s wedding night. “I’m sorry. I… parents.” I awkwardly finish.
“Parents,” he agrees. “So, uh, if you’re down, do you want to, y’know, try again?”
I nod immediately, a little embarrassed by how eager I look. “Sure.”
Wilbur awkwardly chews on his lower lip. “Did you… enjoy it? Last time?”
“I did.” I whisper. “Did you?”
He kicks his toe against the plush rug our bed sits on. “More than I should admit,” he murmurs. “I’ve read a lot of books in my years in this castle, so naturally, I’ve read about… that. If my parents knew I found those books, they’d be horrified.”
Surprisingly, I hear myself giggle. “Why would they be horrified about you reading about how to give them grandchildren?”
“Because those books don’t exactly see it as something for having babies. They see it as something to bring you closer to your partner, something that feels good.”
We’re both silent for a few moments.
“So, since you want to do it again…” Wilbur continues. “I know how to make it better for you. Do you still want to?”
I find myself nodding before the words even leave his mouth, reaching down to pull off my top. I’m left just in my bra and skirt, Wilbur’s eyes running all over my exposed skin.
“Can I take your bra off?” He whispers, cupping my breasts through the fabric. Even the hint of his touch makes my stomach tighten, and I nod.
His hand reaches around to my back, struggling with the clasp for a good few seconds before it pops open. Eyes wider than dinner plates, Wilbur rubs a thumb over my nipple until I groan.
“That’s good, right?” He asks anxiously.
“It’s good,” I reply, shimmying my skirt and tights down my thighs. “Do you want me to lie down, or-“
Wilbur nods, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the zipper on his pants. Just the motion of unzipping his pants makes the apex of my thighs throb.
When I look up again from taking off the rest of my clothes, he’s fully naked, chest heaving. I���d never seen him like this, and it’s not unwelcome.
“Tell me if this hurts, ok?” Wilbur whispers, tracing up my thigh and fumbling around a little before finding a spot that makes me gasp. His long fingers circle around and rub the little nub, the pleasure so intense my legs go weak.
“Oh my,” I manage to gasp out, that lovely tightening in my core getting stronger. “Please… don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, speeding up his touches and looking slightly smug at my blissed-out expression.
My hand grasps at his wrist so I can rub against his fingers, the ever-tightening spiral threatening to snap…
…And it snaps.
I close my eyes tight as I let out a long, low moan, hips bucking up against Wilbur’s hand as I ride it out, floating up in the clouds again.
“Safe to say that felt good?” Wilbur’s voice brings me back down to earth, and I’m disappointed when he pulls his hand back. “It’s going to get even better, I promise.”
While I’m still wondering how on earth he managed to do that to me with just his fingers, I feel him pushing himself inside me, everything so much more sensitive this time, and it’s wonderful. We groan in unison, his face buried in my shoulder.
“Can I move now?” Wilbur asks.
“Please,” I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist to steady myself. This lets him push in even deeper, putting pressure on the spot he’d been touching earlier.
Wilbur’s a lot less gentle this time, and a lot more vocal. A lot. Our hips snap together, and I let myself move with him instead of laying still.
“So good,” he murmurs in my ear, breath hitching. “So good, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t expecting another moment on cloud 9 for the second time in one night, but when the familiar feeling builds up again, I practically feel like I’m floating. It’s different than earlier, deeper and more intense, but just as welcome.
The second high is just as intense as the first, my back arching as I ride it out. Wilbur’s not far behind me, sighing as I feel my bare stomach suddenly wet.
“Sorry, I kind of…” he trails off awkwardly, grabbing his shirt off the mattress and wiping up the mess. “This is awkward.”
“You’re good,” I murmur sleepily, absolutely exhausted from the night’s activities.
Surprisingly, Wilbur cleans both of us up, climbing into bed and pulling me into his chest to cuddle.
“This ok?” He asks, and I sleepily nod.
He drifts off to sleep, but I stay awake, wondering why exactly my arranged husband could make me feel things like this.
~
Life keeps dragging along. Wilbur seems more distant and secretive, hiding envelopes in his pillowcase and burning letters before anyone else can see them. My mother-in-law keeps insisting I join her for tea every afternoon, which essentially means being extremely nosy and overbearing for an hour or two, drilling me on everything from how I carry myself in public to her ever-lack of grandchildren. My dresses keep disappearing after I hand them to the staff to wash, Wilbur blaming it on his mother.
One evening, I walk into our bedroom to see Wilbur in his warmest coat, a suitcase open on the bed, and two envelopes sitting next to it on the bedspread.
“I’m getting you out,” Wilbur says, smiling at me with indifferent eyes. “I’ve packed you some casual dresses and shoes, stuff nobody will notice missing. There’s money in that envelope, and a letter to my friend. He lives over the border on a farm, and he’ll find a place for you.”
I expect to feel a wash of relief, getting my life back, but no. All I feel is a tugging at my heart, a pang of sadness.
“You’ve got 10 minutes. Grab anything else you need, and I’ll take you as far as the border,” Wilbur continues, avoiding my eyes. “I’ll sneak downstairs and wrap up some food for you.”
While he’s gone, I quickly glance around, slipping the books on my nightstand into the suitcase. Wilbur’s done a good job packing my things, leaving behind the gaudy dresses and tasteless jewlery, slipping in my most-worn dresses and comfiest shoes. I change out of my nightgown and slippers, packing them and slipping on a warm dress, boots, and my heaviest coat. Fat snowflakes were falling from the sky, a chilling wind rattling the windows of the castle. This wasn’t going to be fun.
“Here,” Wilbur whispers, making me jump and turn around. “I couldn’t get much, but there’s some bread and apples. It’s better than nothing.”
He closes the suitcase, grabbing the woolen cap off his head and pulling it over mine. “Wrap this around your shoulders,” he tells me, handing me the thick blanket off our bed. “If we leave now, you’ll be out of the country by daybreak.”
I do as he tells me, nestling into the blanket as he wraps a heavy scarf around my face. “Grab your suitcase, and we’re leaving.”
I watch, dumbfounded, as Wilbur pulls open the window and leaps onto the steep shingled roof. “I’ll help you,” he promises, taking my suitcase and my hand so I can climb out. I lean up to shut the window.
There’s no going back now.
~
We walk all night in the frigid, unrelenting wind. My face, hands, and feet are numb, and I can’t recall ever being this cold before.
His friend hasn’t arrived at the meeting spot yet, so we settle into the shelter of a massive holly bush to try and rest our weary legs. Wilbur takes off his coat, placing it over my lap, and wraps me in his arms. Finally, I let myself cry, the hot, salty tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re ok,” he murmurs, tightening his hold on me. “Once you leave the country and forget about the past months, you’ll be ok. Your life is just beginning.”
All I can do is nod, continuing to sob into his chest. I couldn’t even begin to verbalise that the tears weren’t for our country or my old life, they were for him.
The time we spend in the shelter of the holly bush feels like an eternity. Just as the sun gives hints at appearing over the horizon, we hear the bumping of a cart, the snorting of a horse, and I know it’s time to go.
Wilbur loads my suitcase onto the cart, settling me down in the scratchy hay and nestling blankets around me. “I’ll be back,” he whispers.
I hear him and his friend exchanging a few words, the envelope being handed over, and Wilbur’s footsteps coming back towards me. To say goodbye.
“Take care of yourself, Wilbur, ok?” I say, trying to hold back the tears running down my cheeks. “What wil your parents say?”
“That doesn’t matter. Please, forgive me,” he begs. “Forget everything we did, forget the past months. I’m giving you your life back.”
He wipes away the endless flood of tears, kisses me on the cheek, and steps off the wagon. His jacket is still over my lap, and I press my face into it, his familiar smell washing over me.
The reins snap, the horse and cart rattling down the cobbled road, heading away. Away from my home, away from the castle, and away from Wilbur. Ahead? Whatever lay over the border. I had food in my suitcase and more money than I’d seen in my life. I’d find a way.
My eyes close, Wilbur’s face swimming over my closed lids, and I force the image away.
~
“Wait!”
I snap my head up as the cart rattles to a halt.
“Please, wait!”
It was Wilbur’s voice.
Dumbfounded, I watch as he comes running up the road, not slowing down until he reaches the cart, practically leaping into the hay and wrapping his arms around me.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he sobs. “Please let me come with you. I’ll leave my country, leave my chance at the throne, whatever it takes to stay with you. I love you.” His face is pressed against mine, slick with both our tears.
“Don’t leave me again,” I manage to say through my tears. “Please don’t leave me again.”
“I never will,” Wilbur promises. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side.”
The cart continues to make its way down the road, every step taking us closer to our new life. Our new home.
~
Wilbur and I’s new life is everything I’d ever dreamed of.
Once we made it across the border, we moved into a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods on a couple acres of farmland. Wilbur ended up sneaking my most valuable jewels into the bottom of my suitcase, which we promptly sold to afford some things for our house.
Coming from a life of luxury, being waited on hand and foot, to living on our own in a one-room cottage was a shock, to say the least. Wilbur really stepped up, teaching himself to cook and clean so the housework wouldn’t all fall on me. With the money from the jewelry, we bought a bed, kitchen table, two chairs, and some linens. It was all we had, and all we needed.
I taught myself to farm fruit and vegetables, as well as bake bread and make jams out of our harvests. Wilbur bought a cow, thinking we could get a decent amount of meat from her, but got too attached and ended up naming her Daisy.
“It’s a real farm now,” he said proudly, stroking Daisy’s forehead. “But doesn’t she look a little lonely?”
The next addition to our farm was a chicken coop, laying us plenty of eggs for breakfast. At Wilbur’s suggestion, I bought some flour and sugar, and used some of the butter I made from Daisy’s milk and eggs from the coop to start baking bread and cakes.
I went to the market every week, selling my homemade bread, cakes, and jam, which brought in a significant amount of money. For now, our family was complete…
…Until Wilbur showed up one morning with a skinny stray dog, looking very proud of himself.
“She can guard the farm for us,” he announced, scratching her behind the ears. “She can eat scraps, too.”
Princess, as she came to be known, did not end up guarding the farm or eating scraps. She slept in Wilbur and I’s bed each night, licking the pan clean from dinner or chowing down on scrambled eggs that Wilbur made for her.
“This certainly beats the castle,” I murmured to Wilbur one night as we lay in bed, Princess fast asleep between us as the fireplace crackles.
He leans in to kiss my forehead. “It does. I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
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Okay so one, love your writing literally sm
Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”
And yk.. it can lead to whatever!
- 💤 anon(?)
“I Can Take Care Of You”
Simpbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur
Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3
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“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”
I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”
“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”
Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”
He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”
“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”
Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”
“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”
“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”
“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.
“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”
Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”
He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”
Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.
I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.
“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”
I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”
“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”
I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”
Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.
“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”
Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”
“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.
“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”
“You know where I hide my-?”
Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”
“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.
“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.
“Show me.”
From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”
I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”
“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”
“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”
“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”
I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”
“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”
I smile. “Same here.”
We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.
“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.
I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”
Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.
“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”
He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”
I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.
I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”
“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“
Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”
“How did you know I was worrying?”
“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”
He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”
“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”
“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”
Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.
“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”
He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.
“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”
I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.
Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.
“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”
I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”
Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”
We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.
“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”
Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.
“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.
We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.
“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”
“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”
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Harvey fingering reader in the office? Maybe while Tim and blight are fighting again?
(I have a new obsession)
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“Shhhh, Darling, Don’t Let Them Hear Us”
Sorrybur x Female Reader
Warnings: Semi-public, fingering
Combined your two Sorrybur asks for my own sake, ✨anon! The brainrot we’ve all been getting from these Sorry Boys videos, oh my. And all the people in my Discord going feral for the tie? You’re among obsessed friends, ✨anon.
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“I’m going to get lunch,” Blight says loftily, shooting Tim a look. “Since I’ve been getting more sales, I deserve a longer break.”
Harvey just snorts, watching as Tim scowls and goes back to typing. “I don’t know why they didn’t accept the job of stapling,” he comments, shooting me a shy smile over the lid of his coffee cup.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the office, I’d started dating Harvey. We’d been keeping it quiet from everyone else, especially Blight, who wouldn’t hesitate to find a loophole in the office rules to break us up. Harvey was cute, funny, and genuinely one of the sweetest guys I’d dated, and we were planning to take our lunch break after everyone else to plan something for tonight.
“Hey, Tim?” Harvey asks. “We’re figuring out something here, it shouldn’t take long, but we need it to be quiet. I’ll give you 5 bucks for the vending machine if you take lunch now?”
Tim sighs. “10 bucks?”
“Deal,” Harvey replies, tossing some crinkled bills at Tim. “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Whatever,” Tim grunts, pocketing the bills. “Maybe I’ll go make fun of Blight while he’s eating.”
The door into the break room shuts. Phil’s gone out with Ranthony for lunch, on the excuse that corporate’s paying, meaning Harvey and I are all alone.
“You’re welcome,” he says, eyes crinkling into a smile. “I didn’t want to wait to spend time with you.”
I blush a little, eyes darting to make sure the break room door is still shut before pecking him on the cheek. “Well, I’m flattered.”
He’d stayed over at my house last night, which wasn’t something I’d normally do this soon into a relationship. To be fair, it was an accident, and we hadn’t even had sex. I’d given him a handjob over his pants, and we both fell asleep while cuddling. Harvey had even apologized the next morning for falling asleep before he could repay me, but I told him I didn’t mind.
“I still feel bad for not returning the favor last night,” he admits, squeezing my hand. “I still want to.”
“Well, we can make plans for tonight-“
He shakes his head. “Now?”
“Now?”
“There’s nobody around, and it’s kind of hot to have to keep it a secret,” Harvey says, smirking. “And you are wearing a skirt.”
“If I drag my chair next to yours, it’ll look like we’re working on this alleged project,” I offer, heat pulsing between my thighs. “What do you say?”
Harvey looks over the moon. “Oh, fuck yes,”
We slide our chairs into position, making sure everything’s hidden under the desk. The raised voices of Blight and Tim seep through the break room door, and we both giggle.
“Now that’s a mood killer,” Harvey comments, making me laugh even harder. “Luckily, it’ll keep them busy.”
His fingers brush over the front of my panties, and I shiver.
“You’re sensitive, huh?“ His voice is barely a whisper in my ear.
I nod slightly, letting out a minuscule groan as he strokes my clit through the fabric. He has incredibly talented fingers, long ones at that, and it’s not long before I’m shaky, sweaty, and my panties are soaked.
Just as his fingers slip inside me, the break room door snaps open, both Blight and Tim storming out, clearly furious with each other.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper in Harvey’s ear, and he nods, pumping his fingers in and out of me, coughing to hide the noise.
“Harvey! He put my stapler in Jello!” Blight whines, staring at Tim who’s looking innocent. “Tell him to stop it!”
He circles his fingers around my most sensitive spot, and I have to pick up his coffee to hide my moan.
Snorting, Harvey shakes his head. “Blight, man, take it up with Tim, not me. I’m busy.”
“It doesn’t look like your busy,” he pouts. “Looks like you’re trying to chat her up.”
I hold up the report I was working on a few hours earlier. “Is this considered ‘chatting up’, Blight?”
Tim snorts. “Yea, Blight, you’re just saying that because you’re jealous Harvey gets bitches-“
“Tim! Language!” Blight snaps, and the two of them start yelling at each other again.
Through the yelling, Harvey’s fingers are sending me floating on cloud nine, and it’s impossible not to let at least something slip. I pretend to peer over his shoulder at his computer, letting out a whine in his ear.
“I know, baby, I know,” he replies, speeding up his fingers. “Shhh, darling, don’t let them hear us.”
I bite my tongue and swallow down a groan, hips shifting to ride on his very adept fingers. Middle and index inside me, thumb on my clit, and a few seconds later, I shudder and soak his fingers.
“Good girl,” he breathes in my ear, moving his hand to his mouth and making sure nobody’s watching before he licks it clean. “I’d like to do this again with my cock, not my fingers, if you’re free after work?”
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sorrybur had to wear pants cuz u teased him perhaps? then after he’s like all whiny cuz you’ve left him to record a video like that
“What Am I Supposed To Do Now?”
Sorrybur x Female Reader
Warnings: Heavily implied smut, making out, teasing, edging but not really ig?
EVERYONE WHO ASKED FOR SMUT OF THE GODDAMN YELLOW MORPH SUIT AND SORRYBUR, YOU’VE GOT IT NOW!
Hi anon. You’re a genius. This idea made me squeal out loud. I will never turn up the chance to write about a whiny Bursona trying not to cum in his pants. Enjoy :)
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“Babe, c’mon, I have to go film,” Wilbur whines, and I pout. “They’ll all be waiting for me!”
I shake my head, tugging at the fly of his jeans. “I haven’t seen you in ages, and we’ve got time for a quickie.”
Wilbur only hesitates for a second. “I can’t say no to you, angel,” he replies, nibbling on my earlobe. “But hurry.”
I undo his jeans, lick my hand, and stick it into his boxers, stroking up and down his half-hard cock until he’s throbbing and whining under my touches.
“Just like that, baby girl,” Wilbur whispers, unhooking my bra from under my top. “Aw, fuck, you make me so hard.”
It barely takes a minute or two for me to get him close, his chest heaving and pressing up into the pumps of my hand to seek out the blissful release. I stop my hand, give him a few strokes, and stop again, just to tease him.
Wilbur moans in my ear, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. “I’m so close,” he gasps, eyes screwing shut as his face presses into my shoulder, and…
The door bangs open, Tommy barging in without knocking, luckily with a bright morph suit over his face. “Aye, Wilbur, where’s your suit?” He asks, unaware of me frantically trying to zip Wilbur’s jeans back up.
“It’s, uh,” Wilbur says, discreetly trying to hide the situation pressing against his zipper. “Just over here. Is everyone ready?”
Tommy nods. “We’re waiting on you, man, cmon! No more getting distracted with your girlfriend. I’m staying in here until you’re dressed and ready to go.”
Wilbur, I love you, but you’re on you own.
He sighs, quickly changing out of his jeans and hoodie and into the tight yellow suit, turning to me with a pained look on his face. The sheer, skin-tight fabric leaves nothing to the imagination after our, uh, backstage activities.
“I’m wearing my jeans over it, Tommy,” Wilbur says, tugging them back on and discreetly making sure everything’s tucked away. “I don’t trust something that tight around my dick on camera.”
Tommy shrugs. “Whatever, man,” he says. “You’ll look stupid, but honestly, it was a good humble brag.”
Wilbur and I exchange a pained yet amused glance.
I’ll owe him a month of blowjobs for this one.
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Superstar bur or simpbur dealing with a bratty bottom w/ a breeding kink?
No I'm not calling myself out
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“We Both Know Who’s In Charge, Darling”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Dom!Superstarbur, Sub!Reader, Brat!Reader, blowjob, brat taming, breeding kink (use protection, kids), spanking, begging, praising and degrading, plenty of aftercare, is this the unholiest fic yet?
Hi anon… you called me out too <3 ANYWAY I’ve been wanting to write something along these lines for quite some time, but now that I have an ask… I have my coffee, new Hermitcraft to watch, and I am ready :D
I took a lot of inspiration from @clitsuckerer for the blowjob scene (her fics are some of the best I’ve read on here! Apple Of My Eye, Gamer Fingers, and Mommy Vibes are my favorites).
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“Aww, look at you, all dressed up for me,” Wilbur coos, admiring the tight red dress hugging every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Don’t you think it’s a bit long, though?”
I reach behind me, tugging at the hem barely covering my ass. “Very funny. How long until our dinner reservation?”
Standing behind me, I feel his hands trace down my waist, out to my hips, palming and squeezing my ass. “Long enough. What do you say?”
“Aw, someone can’t control himself.” I murmur sweetly, giggling as his gaze hardens. “Why don’t you try asking nicely?”
Wilbur smirks, lifting me onto the kitchen counter and nudging my legs apart with his knee. “Why don’t you try asking nicely?” His fingers slip up my thigh, tracing lazy circles. “We both know who’s in charge, darling.”
“Do we?” I retort, tugging on his tie.
Two fingers nudge past my thong, slipping inside me and curling to hit the perfect spot, making me swallow down a groan. “We do,” Wilbur says sternly. “I can feel how wet you are all over your thighs, darling. You really like to run that little mouth of yours, hm?”
“Whatever, you love it,” I say sweetly. “Or is that just something in your pocket?”
Wilbur doesn’t reply, just pumps his fingers in and out of me faster. My forehead falls onto his shoulder, his other hand reading behind me to help me ride his fingers.
“There you go, darling,” he whispers. “There you go. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
I’m too far gone to do anything else, my kisses turning into nibbles and bites as I get closer and closer. Just as my core tightens, the pleasure reaching a peak…
He stops.
“Wilbur, c’mon,” I whine. “Why?”
“Did you really think it would be that easy?” He says, amusement clear in his voice. “No, I just thought that since you like to run your mouth that much, you should be putting it to better use.”
I’m too frustrated to reply, letting myself be scooped into Wilbur’s arms and carried into our bedroom. He sets me on the floor, just in front of the edge of our bed, sitting in front of me and loosening his tie.
“Go on, you know what to do,” he says sweetly.
“And why should I?” I retort with a sly smile. “If you didn’t let me finish, why should I get you off?”
“Because if you do, then I’ll reward you.” Wilbur replies, starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Reward me how?”
“By railing you so hard into the mattress, all you’ll be able to say is ‘Yes, Wilbur.” He says, crossing his arms and looking smug. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
I oblige.
“Good girl,” he praises me, unbuttoning his fly and tapping his cock a few times on my tongue. “Aww, I love seeing you so eager to suck me off.”
Wilbur roughly grabs my hair, tugging on it as I bob my head up and down. My eyes water as he slides deeper into my throat, but I keep going, desperate to please him.
“Look at that,” he observes once I’ve got all of him in my mouth, not a small feat by any means. “You were being such a brat earlier, and now you’re desperate to take me all in your throat.”
Obviously, I can’t reply, face burning from how smug he sounds.
I let him use my mouth however he wants, his hand on the nape of my neck letting him set pace and thrust. I fight my gag reflex, spit dripping down onto my chin as he nudges deeper into my throat.
“You take my cock so well,” Wilbur murmurs, moaning in satisfaction. “Damn, it’s almost like you were made to, my God.”
The praise makes me wetter, squirming around on the floor of our bedroom.
I pull back a little to start stroking him, too, which, depending on how you see it, was either a mistake or a genius idea. A few seconds later, he groans and explodes, coating my throat, lips, and chin in sticky white.
Panting, I lick everything off my lips, wiping my chin, looking up at Wilbur and waiting for my praise.
“Fucking hell,” he gasps, smiling at the remnants on my face. “Get on the bed and take off your clothes.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I unbuckle my heels and tug off my dress and thong, groaning as I watch Wilbur’s shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants and underwear.
“Turn around, baby,” he murmurs, and when I do, he slides his arm into the curve of my waist and rubs himself through the slick between my thighs. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
“Says the man who came about 5 seconds after I started using my hand in a blowjob,” I giggle, pressing my ass against him. “Go on, you were saying something about ruining me?”
His hand harshly slaps the smooth skin. “You little brat.”
“You love it,” I retort. “And you know I’m into getting spanked.”
Stinging pain hits the left, the right, and the left again. “You sure you want to play it like this?”
“Always.” I give Wilbur my biggest, brattiest smile over my shoulder, letting out a moan when he gives me another harsh spank. “Be careful, you don’t want to hurt your wrist.”
“Your ass is going to be red raw when I’m finished with you,” he says, giving me the hardest spank yet and smiling when I yelp. “It might not make you learn your lesson, but it sure is fun.”
I sigh happily. “Sure is.”
After one last slap, he slides his cock through the wetness coating my thighs, pushing himself inside slowly, the two of us moaning in unison until he’s fully buried inside me.
“So wet for me, baby girl,” Wilbur says, pushing on my lower back so my ass arches higher. “You look so good from this angle.”
“You sure it’s all in?” I coo. “Not sure I feel anything.”
He thrusts into me so hard I gasp, burying my face in my arms. “What was that?” Wilbur says dangerously, tugging sharply on my hair. “Say it again? Didn’t quite hear you.”
All I manage is a moan, and he snorts in satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”
I hate how smug he sounds, but my head’s too fuzzy to complain. The only sounds filling the room are Wilbur’s groans, my soft moans, and the sound of bare skin on bare skin. He’s got a firm grasp on my hair, letting me bounce back against his thrusts so he hits me even deeper.
“Can’t run your mouth when you’re getting fucked dumb?” He taunts, tugging my hair to make me nod. “That’s my little cockslut.”
My legs feel like jelly, the only thing holding me up is Wilbur’s arm firmly in the curve of my waist. My knees are shaking so much that it looks like my entire body is quaking under him, and it’s clear he’s enjoying how much of a shaky mess I am.
“I’m close,” I manage to sigh out, groaning when Wilbur slows down. “What are you doing?”
He chuckles. “Since you couldn’t bite your tongue earlier, it only makes sense you want to keep talking. Beg for it.”
“Wilbur!” I say indignantly as he lets go of my hair and rests a thumb on my clit. “Please!”
“Please what, baby girl?” To really rub salt in the wound, he circles my clit a few times. “What do you want?”
“I want…” I swallow down the moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. “You.. to let me-“
My sentence cuts off as he lays yet another harsh spank on my ass. “What was that? You cut off.”
Frustrated tears prick the corners of my eyes. “You cut me off!”
“Life isn’t fair, princess,” he says lightly, flicking my clit a few times and laughing as my knees shake. “What were you saying?”
“Let me finish!” I finally cry out. “Please, let me finish!”
Wilbur pretends to be surprised at my answer. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
I’m too exhausted to even balk at that, not bothering to muffle the noises I’m making as he finally pushes me closer and closer to my climax.
“You want me to fill you up, darling?” He whispers, holding himself back from finishing before me. “You want me to breed you?”
“God, yes, please,” I moan out, practically screaming as he tips me over the edge and I ride out the waves of pleasure. Just as I’m slowly coming down from my shattering high, I hear Wilbur let out a long, low moan and bury his head in my shoulder as he spills inside me. The warmth fills me from the inside out as he makes no move to pull out.
“Wouldn’t want to let any of this go to waste, huh?” He murmurs softly, flipping me onto my back, replacing his cock with his fingers and thrusting his cum back into me. “There we go, sweetheart.”
His lips meet mine in a gentle, tender kiss, all the dominance gone in a heartbeat. “You alright? I wasn’t too rough?”
I sleepily shake my head. “You’re good. Are we late for the reservation?”
Wilbur nods. “We are. It’s ok, though, I’d rather spend the evening in bed with you.”
“But it’s with so many music producers!” I gasp, trying to sit up. “This could be monumental for you and your band-“
“No, baby, it’s fine,” he promises. “There will be plenty more chances for my band. Spending time with you is far more important.”
The soft glow of love washes over my entire body, and I nestle closer into his chest. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure about something in my life,” Wilbur murmurs. “How about we go have a shower together and polish off the rest of that chocolate cake in bed afterwards? Maybe watching a movie as well?”
I kiss his forehead. “You’re speaking my language.”
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Simpbur with a reader who fell first?
The guy would be so confused and would be adorable
Simpbur With A Reader Who Fell First
Simpbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Reader gives Simpbur a blowjob, Softdom!Reader, Sub!Simpbur
Oh my goodness, anon, I am a SLUT for Simpbur. I’m not even going to deny it :’) Him being just a shaking, nervous mess with a girl who fell for him first that he’s obsessed with? <3 Sorry if you didn’t want it to be NSFW… but I was desperate to write a submissive Simpbur…
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~You’d be working as a barista, with a cute regular who comes in every morning and tips you well.
~You only know his name, Wilbur, from writing it on his cup.
~After about a week of seeing this adorable stranger, you start adding pretty doodles on his cup, blushing when you see his eyes light up at the sparkles and hearts around his name.
~One day, you finally work up the nerve and ask him out!
~He is shocked to say the least.
~Wilbur couldn’t imagine this gorgeous barista he’s started coming in to see everyday could fall for someone like him.
~He accepts gratefully, smiling so wide when your number is included with the doodles on his order.
~Your first date is innocent, taking him out for dinner and then walking around town afterwards to watch the sunset.
~When you ask to kiss him, he’s confused why you’d want to kiss him, but God does he want to feel your lips on his own.
~His hands are shaking as you gently kiss him, heart beating out of his chest.
~It takes approximately a 5 second kiss to feel him poking into your leg, his hands awkwardly pawing at your hips and waist.
~”I could take care of that for you… want to come back to my car?”
~Wilbur couldn’t imagine saying no.
~Your soft, soft lips wrapped around him, your warm, tight mouth sending him to heaven.
~He sputters out your name as he spills in your mouth, embarrassingly soon after you started.
~”Sorry I didn’t last long-“ He tries to apologize, but you shut him up with a kiss.
~”It’s ok,” you wink. “I’ll take it as a compliment. You free next week?”
~Wilbur would always be free for you.
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Making out with Simpbur and mutually being super whiny and handsy. Bonus points if reader is lowkey kinda obsessed with him- Like she's been waiting for this moment for a concerning amount of time... I dunno; I just like the idea of Simpbur in specific being SUPER loud in bed.
-🦋
(I'm so sorry for blowing up your inbox- I just love your writing)
“You’re So Cute When You’re All Whiny”
Simpbur x Female Reader
Warnings: So much making out lol, reader gives Simpbur a handjob while grinding on his leg, both reader and Simpbur being so whiny and needy for each other <3
Don’t worry about blowing up my inbox, dear 🦋 anon! Any chance to write about Simpbur is a goddamn GIFT!
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I’d been dreaming about this for months.
I’d had a crush on the cute boy in my lecture hall since the first day of class, when he walked in, slightly late, and asked if the seat next to me was taken. We had slowly gotten closer, and eventually, he asked me to lunch at the campus cafe. One thing lead to another, and he was finally here. In my bed, shirtless in grey sweatpants, kissing me everywhere he could reach.
“I can’t get enough of you in those sweatpants,” I murmur against his smiling lips, one leg hitched over his hips. “God, you’re adorable.”
“You’re so hot,” he groans in reply, tugging my shirt off over my head so I’m left in a bra and leggings, slipping a finger into the waistband of the tight black fabric. “Can I take these off?”
“Please.”
One of my hands is tangled in his curls, the other teasing him through the fabric of his sweats. He’s panting like a dog from the slightest touch, having this whiny, needy boy in my bed is otherworldly.
Wilbur finally gets my leggings off, slipping his knee between my thighs and slowly rubbing it against the crotch of my panties. This leaves his hands free to paw at my chest, groaning as I dig my nails into his back from the waves of pleasure radiating from my core.
“I love those pretty little noises you’re making,” I sigh, starting to pull his sweatpants down. “Can I?”
“Fuck yes,” he replies, crying out as I wrap my hand around him and slowly start to move it up and down. Every single movement I make makes Wilbur whine or groan, and he can’t stop himself from thrusting into my hand. He’s so loud, so vocal, so whiny, every sound music to my ears.
He’s completely given up on any kind of mutual pleasure in just a few strokes from my hand, but I don’t mind. Every groan, moan, or whine makes me drip, and I start rubbing myself on his knee in time with my hand on his cock.
“So… so good,” Wilbur groans, pressing his face into my neck and letting out a long, low moan. “You’re gonna make me… cum… in my pants.”
“I’d… hope so,” I manage, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
I’ve never been with anyone this vocal or handsy with me, someone so unafraid to let me know just how good I’m making them feel. And it was so. goddamn. hot.
Just as I shudder and soak the fabric of his sweats, Wilbur practically screams and releases sticky white all over my hand and the inside of his boxers, whining and shaking as I stroke him through his high before collapsing on top of me.
“Oh my God,” he gasps, sweaty skin pressed against mine. “That was…”
“…amazing,” I echo, kissing his forehead and sighing. “You’re so cute when you’re all whiny.”
Wilbur makes a soft, contented noise in his throat, snuggling closer to me. His breaths grow slower and slower as he slips into sleep, and I can’t help but grin.
This is everything I ever wanted.
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“It Was So Lonely Sleeping Alone”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Just a whole lot of soft, fluffy reunion sex. Enjoy :)
This was one of the blurbs I wrote for my personal fictober this year, with the prompt “Reunion Sex”. First of 5 blurbs from my fictober I like enough to post, haha! This one is inspired by my own Bursona invention, whom I call “Superstarbur” after my favorite Taylor Swift song Superstar! I know, I know, quite the mouthful lol.
Smut under the cut!!!
I sigh, stretching out my legs on the empty, empty sofa. Wilbur’s been gone for just over two weeks, playing multiple sold out shows all over the country, and I was happy for him. No matter how many cute little videos of him slipping my name into songs during soundchecks, half-asleep selfies in his bunk on the bus, or dirty texts detailing every little thing he wanted to do to me, I still missed him. A lot. I missed Wilbur so much I could almost feel his absence, like an aching hole in my chest.
In the absence of him in our house, I’d taken to wearing his clothes. Obviously, they didn’t fit me at all, hoodie sleeves draping far over my hands and almost tripping on the hems of his sweatpants. But I didn’t care. They smelled like him, a familiar mix of his aftershave, deodorant, and shampoo, which was the closest I had to Wilbur himself.
A car door slams outside, making me jump, phone plopping screen-down onto the rug. I shake my head, silently chatising myself for being so jumpy at such a small sound. Retriviving my phone from the floor, I get up the sofa, heading into the kitchen. Maybe tea would calm my nerves.
Setting the kettle on to boil, I rummage through the cupboards, setting Wilbur’s favorite mug down and dropping a chamomile tea bag inside, adding a generous squirt of honey before topping off the mug with the freshly-boiled water.
I hear a key slide into the door, snapping up my head.
It’s just Tommy checking in on me.
The door flings wide open, bringing with it the chill of night air and a spray of rainwater, and the thunk of a suitcase.
A suitcase?
Socks sliding on the wooden floor, I run into the front hallway, just as an achingly familiar voice speaks from the doorway.
“Baby?”
“Will?” My breath catches in my throat as Wilbur steps into the light. “You’re home?”
He smiles, looking absolutely exhausted. “I am. I decided to surprise you by coming home a day early-”
Without waiting for him to finish his sentence, I run into his waiting arms, not caring how the water from his raincoat soaks into my clothes. “I missed you so much, Will,” I murmur into him, and he nods, hugging me tighter.
“Fuck, I missed you so much too,” he replies, tipping my chin up and kissing me. It’s deep, slow, and soft; making my heart swell with love.
“Do you need anything?” I ask when we pull back some time later. “You look exhausted.”
Wilbur smiles, somewhat-wearily. “That’s quite an understatement. I feel like I haven’t slept the entire tour.”
I press my mug of tea into his hands. “Have this, Will, you’re freezing, and go change,” I tell him, ushering him into our room. “I’ll make you some food, ok?”
While he changes, I get to work in the kitchen, frying eggs, popping toast into the toaster, and mashing up the remnants of an avocado I found in the fridge.
“That smells amazing.” Wilbur’s voice makes me jump, looking up from where I’m flipping the eggs. He’s changed into flannel pajama pants and an oversized hoodie, the silly matching cow slippers I bought us last Christmas on his feet. “Fuck, I haven’t had a proper cooked meal in ages.”
I slide the eggs onto the avocado-laden toast, topping it with a sprinkle of red pepper flakes and my favorite bagel seasoning. “Here you go. It’s not much, but-”
Before I’ve even finished my sentence, Wilbur’s shoved a bite of toast in his mouth.
“You could maybe try not to choke on your first night home in over two weeks,” I tease, and he swallows the mouthful with a smirk.
“That’s the best meal I’ve had all tour,” he says, smiling. “I’m so glad to be home.”
I perch on the counter while he finishes his toast and tea in record time, entertaining him with stories from when he’s been gone.
“Do you want to sleep now, Will?” I ask, rinsing off the plate and putting it in the dishwasher.
Sleepily, he nods. “I didn’t sleep great on the bus,” he murmurs, looking like he’s about to fall asleep at the table. “I have a lot of sleep to catch up on.”
“You go get ready for bed, I’ll finish cleaning up,” I tell him, leaning up to plant a kiss on his forehead.
Wilbur’s already in bed when I get into our room, dozing while I turn off the light and snuggle up to his side.
I close my eyes, expecting him to be asleep already, and I’m not expecting him to stir, groaning and pulling me closer into his chest. “I missed you so much,” he whispers, lightly planting kisses all over my face. “It was so lonely sleeping alone on the tour bus.”
“It was so lonely sleeping here alone too,” I murmur my reply, playing with his hair. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
Groaning, Wilbur rolls on top of me, slipping his hands up my shirt and kissing me so hard it shocks me for a second. “I need you,” he breathes, squeezing my hips as his teeth sink in my lower lip. “I’m so horny.”
Giggling, I trail a hand down his bare back. “Are you, now?”
He nods. “Haven’t had any privacy all tour,” he gasps, rubbing over my nipples. “Walls are too thin on the bus.”
“Well, I’m all yours,” I coo, reaching down to palm at him over his boxers. Wilbur whines and tries to push up into my touch. “You wanna fuck me?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans, fumbling to get out of his boxers as I tug my shirt off over my head. “I might not last very long. Haven’t cum for two weeks.”
I laugh. “No problem.”
His fingers trail south, thumb flicking my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me as he grinds on my thigh.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I moan out, eyes rolling back into my head. I’ve had plenty of time alone in our house with my toys when I missed Wilbur, but even just his fingers felt so much better than anything I could do myself.
Wilbur pulls his fingers out of me, sucking them into his mouth and sighing in pleasure.. “You always taste so good,” he whispers, sinking his rock-hard length into me. “But you feel even better wrapped around my cock.”
His first thrust makes us both groan, my back arching as I feel myself stretch around him. “You fill me up so well,” I pant. “You’re so big.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him get a better angle and thrust into me deeper, his soft moans in my ear making everything between my thighs drip.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Wilbur whines.
“I love how vocal you’re being, it’s so hot,” I moan, tugging at his curls. He responds with another loud moan, tugging me up so my clit grinds into his lower stomach.
The urgency of his hips snapping up to thrust deeper and deeper, all the beautiful noises he’s making, and the fact he’s panting like a dog tells me he’s close to his own climax, and if we hadn’t been apart for over two weeks, I’d be making fun of him right about now for not even lasting five minutes.
My own orgasm hits me like a train, and I press my face into his shoulder as I ride it out. When I manage to come back to earth, the sight of WIlbur’s face as he’s right on the edge of finishing almost makes me cum again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries out, and I feel him twitch inside me, spilling himself inside me before pulling out and releasing the rest on my stomach.
Before I can remind him that he’s just cum all over my stomach, he flops back down, all ready to cuddle. “I just came so hard and so much,” he murmurs happily. “I think my balls may be completely deflated.”
I burst out laughing. “You know you’re laying in some of it, right?”
He pushes himself off my chest to see I’m right. “Oh shit,” he laughs.
“You wait here, I’ll get us cleaned up,” I tell him. “I know you normally handle this, but you look like you’ve collapsed.”
After running some warm water over a towel and cleaning up the mess dripping down my thighs, I head back into our bedroom, kneeling on our bed next to Wilbur and gently cleaning him up.
“I love you so much, darling,” he murmurs, looking at me with soft admiration in his deep brown eyes. “You’re coming on the next tour. I can’t be apart for you for so long ever again.”
I lean in, hair brushing his bare chest as I plant a kiss on his forehead. “Even though we won’t be able to do this?”
“I’ll bribe everyone to leave us alone on the bus for a few hours whenever we’re in the mood,” he promises. “I’ll bring you out on stage every show and ask the fans to bring you gifts.”
“What kind of gifts?”
“Will?”
I smile down at my now-fast asleep boyfriend. “Goodnight to you too, I suppose.l
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Helloooo! Joining into the anon list hereee
Like Imagne Harvey (i forgot how to spell the name of Sorrybur from the office vid) fucking reader in the broom closet of the office as the others are in the room down the hall with the door open, and they almost get caught by Phil?
-🖨️ anon (yes I am le photocopier from the SorryBoys video, don't tell anyone🤫🤫🤫
“Try To Stay Quiet, Yea?”
Sorrybur (Harvey) x Female Reader
Warnings: Degrading, exhibitionism, breeding kink (if you squint)
PHOTOCOPIER ANON??? That’s not what was on my 2024 bingo list. Welcome to the club, 🖨 anon! (That’s a printer emoji but I’ll entertain you)
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“Can’t control myself when you’re wearing that little blouse,” Harvey growls in my ear, mops hitting my back as he pushes me up against the wall of the closet. “Got those buttons undone, just teasing me with those tits.”
I whine as he pops my shirt open. “Did it… did it just for you.”
He scoffs. “That’s what I thought. Just begging for me to take you right here, with everyone just outside, huh?”
Nodding, my stomach tightens as Harvey’s hand squeezes my thigh.
“Turn around.”
I let out a tiny yelp as he yanks my panties around my knees and lifts my skirt. A sharp hand tugs my hair at the noise, his lips brushing my ear.
“Try to stay quiet, yea?” Harvey whispers, slapping a hand over my mouth as he pushes inside me. “Pathetic little thing, whimpering around my cock like that.”
Every word makes me wetter, combined with the burning knowledge our coworkers are just right there, in the break room, small-talking over their sandwiches.
“Aww, someone’s dripping at the thought of being caught,” Harvey snickers into my ear, and I moan against his hand. “You’re going to ruin my pants, then everyone’s going to know what we did.”
Something about Harvey being fully dressed with just his fly undone makes my knees buckle, his arm around my waist practically holding me up on my shaky legs.
“Tell me how good I make you feel,” he whispers, moving his hand for a moment. “Go on, sweetheart. Tell me.”
A tiny groan forms on my lips. “So… good, Harvey. Oh, God.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs proudly, thrusting into me harder as footsteps walk by our closet. “Oooh, imagine, you getting caught acting like this.”
I gasp, arching my back, and the footsteps stop. Without slowing down in the slightest, Harvey presses a hand over my mouth and presses his thumb onto my tongue.
“What’s going on?” Blight’s whiny voice is muffled by the closet door. “Phil, why are you staring at the closet?”
“Oh, just thought I heard something,” Phil says lazily, almost as if he dismissed the thought before it entered his mind. “Probably just the heating.”
Blight pauses. “Oh, but you should check. What if Tim’s hiding in there?”
I’m trying to hold back my climax until it’s safe to make noise, but it’s getting tough. My eyes are watering, face bright red, and Harvey isn’t letting up one bit.
“You sure, Blight?” Phil says. “I mean, it can’t hurt.” The doorknob rattles.
Harvey’s hand grabs my chin. “Cum.” He growls in my ear, and of course, my body does what he tells it to. I ride it out while biting my tongue, knees shaking so much I can barely stand up.
“What’s up, Phil?” Tim’s voice shocks me, and the doorknob stops moving. “Blight, why are you looking at me like that?”
Harvey groans and spills deep inside me, the warmth filling me from the inside out as he pushes it back into me with pleasure-hazy thrusts.
“Grow up, you two,” Phil complains, and I hear the break room door open. “Go finish eating.”
Harvey lets out a satisfied grunt, slowly pulling out of me and yanking my panties back up.
“Wouldn’t want to waste any of it,” he coos, patting my on the ass and smoothing my skirt back down. “Back to work?”
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helping soothousebur with a wet dream
this came in my head while making random words what should be in the dictionary
- 🎙 anon
“Why Don’t I Give You A Hand While You Tell Me About It?
Soothousebur x Female Reader
Warnings: Handjob, mentions of choking, humiliation but not really? Soothousebur being so whiny and needy <3
Hi 🎙 anon! Nice to see some more requests from you, as much as I love your little brainrots in my inbox <3 As a rather inexperienced person, I had to actually look up what a wet dream was BUT thanks to some lovely fic writers on this app, I have now figured it out and am fully prepared to write all the Soothousebur smut you could want! :)
Sorry for throwing in some choking, but you can’t tell me Soothousebur isn’t into that ;)
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I’m dozing, Wilbur’s arm slung around my waist as I’m curled into him as the little spoon. It’s still pitch-black out, and I don’t want to open my eyes to look at the clock. It’s the first night I’m staying over at his house, and we both collapsed into his bed after an evening of every single dirty little thing we could think of doing to the other.
I’m about to fall back asleep, body so heavy and tired I feel like I’m melting into the mattress, when I feel him stir and groan behind me, something hard poking into the back of my thigh.
Eh, morning wood happens, I think to myself, tugging the covers over my shoulders and closing my eyes again. It’s not like he’s in charge of it.
Another whimper jolts me out of my sleepy haze, Wilbur’s arms tugging me closer into him as he starts to rub himself against me. Is this normal? I wonder, shrugging it off as him just moving around in his sleep.
After a few minutes, he’s so hard he’s throbbing, hips jerking even as he sleeps. Ok, that’s not ‘moving around in his sleep’ anymore.
“Wilbur,” I whisper, turning around and shaking his shoulder until he blinks open his eyes. “What on earth were you doing?”
He just whines, snatching his arm from around my waist and pawing at himself over his boxers. “Wet dream.”
“Even after what we did before bed?” I ask, amazed.
Wilbur nods. “It was… about you.”
“About me, huh?” I ask, gently stopping his hand. “Why don’t I give you a hand while you tell me about it?”
He’s nodding before I even get the words out.
Wilbur’s absolutely dripping with pre-cum when I stick my hand in his boxers, desperately thrusting into my hand.
“You’re so hard,” I say in awe. “Must’ve been a good dream, hm?”
He nods. “You were… riding me.”
“I was riding you?” I echo, twisting my thumb over the tip on my way back down. “What else was I doing, baby?”
Whining, he presses his face into my shoulder. “Pulling my hair… hand around my throat.”
“You like being choked, sweetie?” I murmur, hesitantly placing my hand on his bare chest.
Nodding, he glances down at the hand just below his throat. “A… little, yea.”
Gently, I press my hand into his throat, barely applying any pressure. “Like this?”
His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a low moan. “Just like that.”
“What else was I doing to you in the dream, Wilbur?” I ask, smiling as he’s falling apart from my strokes. “Talk to me, baby.”
Wilbur moans, a sweet noise that makes me speed up my hand. “Bouncing… on me. Calling me a… good boy.”
“Aww, good boy,” I tease, shocked when he cries out and spills all over my hand the second the words leave my mouth. He rides it out for an impressively long time, face burning from how premature he was.
“…sorry,” he murmurs sheepishly once he gets his voice back. “Just… that was really hot.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Do you even have anything left in you after that? Jesus, Wilbur.”
Wilbur gives me an embarrassed smile in the dim room. “I think I have a praise kink.”
“I’m not surprised,” I chuckle. “How about we get cleaned up and go back to sleep? I’m happy to try out some of your dream with you in the morning-“
He groans. “Oh, please do. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping now that I know I’ve got that to look forward too.”
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cuddling with wilbur on the bus? you're sat at the front and you're leaned into each other and its like no one else on the bus exits except you, maybe you're talking to each other softly, or he's showing you something funny on his phone, or you're just silently enjoying each others company idk im a sucker for quiet moments like this
Cuddling With Wilbur on the Bus
Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: None! Pure fluff :)
My lovely @sootwilb, this ask has me kicking my feet, giggling, and screaming. Ironically I ran into a guy I had a failed talking stage with on my bus home from class today, so the timing of this ask is perfect. I hope you enjoy!
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~You two would be taking the bus home as the sun set, maybe after a Sorry Boys shoot or a cute little outing.
~Snuggled up together, Wilbur leaning against the window with his arm around you, your head nestled between his jawline and shoulder.
~His jacket around your bare shoulders, the chilly wind moving in when the sun started to dip below the horizon.
~You’re alone on the bus in peaceful, happy silence, the only sounds being the announcement of the upcoming stops and the rattle of the wheels on the road.
~Occasionally, Wilbur just turns to look at you with a soppy smile, just happy to be spending time with his partner <3
~Maybe even sharing his AirPods and listening to cheesy love songs he’s added to a playlist named after you!
~Your hand in his, Wilbur’s thumb occasionally grazing the back of your hand and rubbing soft circles into your palm.
~Occasionally leaning up to kiss his jawline or chin
~Once you got to your stop, you’d walk back home, arms wrapped around each other and your head on his shoulder
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Vampirebur smut fic,,, He loves to mark territory with bites and suckers, In addition to the fact that he feeds lightly on his partner during sex, I have no proof but no doubt either
~🧭
“You’re On Your Period?”
Vampirebur x Female Reader
Warnings: Lots of mentions of blood, biting, temperature play (if you squint???), oral sex (F receiving), masturbation
Honestly, is this gross? Yes. Is this cliche? Yes. But do I love it? Yes. Good one, 🧭 anon. Good one.
Please please please skip this if you don’t like blood! It’s kind of off-putting unless you’re really into this stuff lol.
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I sigh happily, nestling into my boyfriend’s side. True, dating a vampire was a little weird. It took time to get used to his pale, grey-tinged skin, and him never sleeping… and the biting. The biting was new, yet oh-so-welcome.
Wilbur sniffs, eyes widening. “Baby? Are you on your period?”
“The last time I checked, no,” I reply, snuggling closer to him. “Why?”
“I can smell blood,” he murmurs, rolling me off him and peering between my thighs. “Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers, rubbing his face against my clothed pussy. “You’ve bled all over your panties.”
I sit up, peering down to see he’s right. “Shit,” I groan, starting to get out of bed when he stops me. “What are you doing?”
“Please let me eat you out,” he says, red eyes pleading with me from between my legs. “Please, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
“I mean, if you really want t-“
Before I can react, Wilbur whips off my panties, swirling his tongue around my clit, sucking on it lightly.
“So good,” he murmurs against me, fumbling to pull his pants and boxers off. I watch, practically open-mouthed, as he wraps my panties around his cock, stroking himself with them.
Ok, forget dating a vampire being a little weird. This has gotten much weirder. But why am I… enjoying this?
He’s never been this enthusiastic about eating me out, flicking his tongue and licking wherever he can reach. He pushes his tongue inside me, as far as he can reach, making me gasp and tug his hair.
My head’s going fuzzy from the pleasure radiating out, feeling Wilbur’s teeth sinking into my inner thighs and sucking marks alongside them. His hands are pale and cold, two fingers slipping inside me to add to the pleasure. The cold against the heat inside me is otherworldly, the mix of temperatures making me buck my hips up and try and ride his long, icy fingers.
The sight of my boyfriend’s face covered in blood isn’t even off putting anymore, ghostly pallor offset by the crimson dripping down his chin. Wilbur’s still getting himself off with my blood-soaked panties, his groans and soft moans making me throb.
He laps up the blood dripping down my thighs, both from his bites and my period, sighing in pleasure as he sinks his teeth in again. I look a bit like I’ve sat on a cheese grater, but there’s no way I want this to stop.
“You taste so good,” Wilbur says, voice muffled by my thighs. “I’ve never tasted blood like yours before.”
The combination of his tongue on my clit, fingers curled inside me, and watching him jerking off finally hits me, and I scream out his name, bucking my hips into his face as I hit my climax. Wilbur just takes it, softly licking me through my high.
I’m too exhausted from our activities to react as he stands up in front of me, spilling sticky white all over my stomach as he sighs in pleasure.
“I didn’t think you were into blood that much,” I murmur sleepily. “Can you throw me that towel?”
Wilbur shakes his head, wiping off my stomach with his discarded shirt and opting to clean up my bloody thighs with his tongue instead.
“How long do your periods last?” He asks between gentle licks.
“About a week,” I respond sleepily. “Why?”
“Can we do this for the next week, then?” I can’t help but smile at Wilbur’s excited face. “Please?”
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“I’m So Sensitive In The Morning”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), pet names, soft fluffy smut <3
Do I have 17 asks to write? Yes. But do I want to give you guys more Superstarbur smut? Yes.
Smut below cut!
Morning sun streams into our room through the open window, casting streams of light across Wilbur and I’s entwined bodies. On his idea, with my enthusiastic approval, we’d decided to start sleeping without any sort of pajamas to bring a little spice into mundane routine. As I predicted, of course, the very first morning was a lot more than just a little spicy.
He’s so warm from sleep, all lazy kisses and loving cuddles. Pressed into him as the little spoon, I can feel him throbbing between my thighs, rubbing gentle circles into my hip.
“Please.” Wilbur’s voice comes as a needy whisper. “Please let me fuck you.”
I nod, spreading my legs out wider to let him sink inside. We groan in unison as he pushes into me, panting breaths fanning over the back of my neck.
“Morning wood is something else,” I sigh as he wraps an arm around my waist, nudging deeper inside of me. “I’m so sensitive in the morning.”
“I can tell, you’re squeezing the life out of me,” he replies, nibbling on my earlobe.
We don’t hurry, far from just a quickie before we get up. He’s in it for the long haul, thrusting into me almost agonisingly slowly. Our only concern is making our morning moment last as long as possible, enjoying each other’s touch and company.
“I’m close, baby girl.” Wilbur softly moans, the sound covering my body in goosebumps. “Gonna cum with me?”
“Only for you,” I reply, squeezing my eyes shut as he pushes me into an orgasm that makes me almost see stars, teeth sinking into my lower lip. He’s seconds behind me, releasing deep inside me with a groan.
We don’t say anything as he cleans us up, preferring the cosy silence, letting our loving touches and little kisses do the talking.
“You stay here, princess,” Wilbur murmurs, kissing my forehead and tucking me back into bed. “I’m making us coffee. We can spend all day cuddled up together.”
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MORE SUPERSTAR!BUR NSFW PWEASEEE!!! I just want him to bend me backwards 😭
“Come Sit On My Face?”
Superstarbur x Female Reader
Warnings: Face sitting, oral sex (F receiving), masturbation, uhhh I think that’s it
Ok, let’s be honest here… who doesn’t want Superstarbur to bend them over backwards ;) I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my Bursona invention!!! It’s very much my guilty pleasure to write as much Superstarbur smut as possible, so ask and you shall receive <3 This time, it’s a delicious oneshot I wrote back in October that gives off alllllll those Superstarbur vibes!
Smut below cut!
When I get out of the shower, heading into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I’m surprised to see Wilbur lying back on our bed, shirtless in sweatpants, a smug grin on his face.
“What’s going on?” I ask, a curious smile spreading across my face.
“Returning the favor from earlier,” he replies, unable to hide his look of delight. “Well? Come sit on my face?”
My eyes light up, and I ditch the towel, jumping eagerly onto the bed and climbing onto his bare chest.
“Tap my leg if you need to breathe, ok?” I remind Wilbur, who nods. “I know this is the way you’d like to go, but I quite like having you here.”
He laughs, running his hands over my inner thighs. “Understood. Now, I did say to sit on my face, not my chest, remember?”
Shuffling up, I position myself squarely over his face, sitting so his nose nudges against my clit. I hear a faint groan of satisfaction from him, rubbing the tip of his tongue lightly through my slit.
I slide my fingers into his hair, lightly tugging to tell him to keep going. Wilbur sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking the very tip with his tongue as my hips shift, grinding against his face.
His finger taps my thigh, and I pull back, letting him take in a gulp of air. “Fuck, I wish I could live down there,” Wilbur murmurs, tongue swiping away the wetness covering his lips. “Back down, princess.”
I nestle back down on his face, and he tugs me so he can slip his tongue inside me. Letting out a loud moan as I feel his tongue rub over my g-spot, my body shudders from the pleasure.
As the pleasure gets more intense, I grind down more, his tongue reaching even deeper inside me.
Another tap at my thigh makes me pull back for a moment, smiling down at Wilbur. His face is bright red and sweaty, with a blissful, spacy look in his eyes.
“Am I the one who’s getting off from this, or are you?” I tease, kissing the tip of his nose. “You look like you just came in your pants.”
He softly laughs. “I’m not far off from that.”
Grabbing my hips, he rolls me off his chest and back onto the mattress, and when he positions himself between my thighs, I see what looks like an almost-painful press in his pants.
“You’re right,” I laugh. “Need any help once you’ve finished me off?”
He shakes his head, trailing a finger up my inner thigh. “You’re my priority tonight, baby.” Before I can say anything else, he licks me from my entrance to my clit, making me groan under my breath.
As Wilbur sucks my clit into his mouth again, slipping his arms under my thighs to hold me against his mouth, he moans against me when he shifts against the sheets, grinding against it in search of relief.
Circling two of his fingers through the wetness between my thighs, he slips them inside me, combining them with the licks at my core, turning my mind and knees to slush. At the same time, he ruts his hips into the mattress, the vibrations from his moans only adding to the intense waves of pleasure.
“I’m close,” I murmur, arching my back and curling my toes as the intense feeling in my core tightens.
Wilbur nods, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. A few seconds later, the coil low in my stomach snaps, and with a cry of his name, I’m finished, tiny little aftershocks making me whine while I ride it out.
“Hang on, baby,” he pants, kneeling between my legs and tugging his sweatpants down, the leaking length hitting his stomach as he takes it in his hand.
With just a couple quick tugs, he’s reached his own climax, sticky white droplets landing all over my face and chest.
Wilbur blinks open his eyes, chest heaving, just in time to see me licking his cum off my lips. Leaning down, he kisses me, the taste of myself on his tongue mixing with the taste of him on my lips.
“We taste delicious together,” he grins, and I laugh, still tasting tangy-sweet, salty-bitter from our kiss.
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Ok, so streamer!reader, doing a stream with Will, and he's just being a chaotic menace. (See Phil's streams if u don't get what I mean) xx <3
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Wilbur Being A Menace To His Streamer Partner
Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: None!
Hello 🍭 anon! Fun fact- I’m desperate to start streaming, but I don’t have a PC or anything that would make that possible, sadly. I write on an iPad (and play Minecraft, Terreria, and Animal Jam on it, too) and use a Chromebook for school. Neither of those are good for streaming :(
Headcannons below cut!
~Loves to walk in the background of your stream in varyingly strange costumes.
~His personal favorites are a Minecraft Creeper head, a Grim Reaper mask, and occasionally, some of your clothes.
~Sneaks up behind you when you’re distracted with your stream to scare the ever-loving hell out of you.
~Donates to your stream to abuse the text to speech.
~Has to donate after you turned off the text to speech feature with channel points since he abused it.
~Whenever he joins your stream as a player in the game you plays, either hellbent on ruining it or making sure you win.
~There’s no inbetween.
~And you never know until the game starts which one he’s going to pick.
~If you lock your office door to keep him out, he’ll stand just outside and scream.
~Like I said. Absolute menace.
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