#c: simpbur smut

[toiletwipes]

because we're friends | simpbur

~2.4k words / i tried my best to make it gender neutral reader but if there's any mistakes, feel free to let me know. [after hanging out with a friend and getting caught in the rain, simpbur takes his friend to his apartment to stay for the night. and he can't be normal and his friend knows.] 18+, minors do not interact.

You were just staying the night, for the night only. It’s pouring and you both walked here and both of you are broke idiots, he chants inside of his head, whatever could happen won’t happen. To take advantage of you while you’re helpless and with a dead phone? The temptation is there, his fingers twitch in his lap, the two of you sitting across from each other on his discounted couch.

You were just a friend who was just staying the night. Just that.

And yet, his mind runs from him. Because watching you watch some random movie, the flashing lights on your face only highlights what he likes seeing. Likes the dips and curves of your face, the way your eyelashes bat at him when you beg him to buy you something at the store. The way you pout at him. Fuck. He can’t stop looking at your mouth now. His mind runs from him and he can’t stop imagining you with spit-slick lips, bruised lips, lips wrapped around-

“-rything alright there, Wilby?” And the fucking nickname, his face burns. He lets out a low hum, focusing back on reality, looking you in the eyes. You’re not that concerned, only noticed his staring just now, most likely not aware how long he has been. (The answer being the entire time you’ve been watching your show.)

“Good. Just thinking.” Mhm, thinking he is, alright. But you smile, nodding and looking back to the screen, wiggling in your seat as you get comfortable. You send him a look as you stuff your feet underneath his legs. They’re cold, he notices and he can’t handle the effect you have on him. Fuck’s sake, your feet are only underneath his legs, but you’re touching him. Willingly, and willingly leaving yourself vulnerable. In no less than a second could he pin you down and work his fingers inside you, bruise your lips anyway he’d like. Because you trust him.

Both his fingers and his dick twitches.

And because you trust him, you end up scooting closer to him and his chest heaves with impure thoughts and desires. You don’t notice though. Switching the way you’re seated leaves you leaning against his side, with his arm tucked awkwardly behind you. But even then, you hum to yourself before reaching behind and pulling on his hand, wrapping it around your waist. His fingers graze uncovered skin by your stomach. He nearly jerks back before he forces himself to relax.

And his mind races. This position you’ve put yourself in. Tucking yourself into his side and wrapping yourself in him, letting him touch your bare skin. His heart pounds inside of his chest and he almost hopes you can feel him sporting a boner. He wants to shove his hand down your pants, up your shirt, in your mouth, fuck, the options were endless. More than anything, he wanted to push your face into the couch cushion and fuck you till you begged him to stop. And so again, his fingers twitch and you jerk away, giggling. “Sorry,” he mumbles, already pulling his hand away.

You shake your head, pulling on his hand again and even pushing it onto more uncovered skin, pushing your shirt up a little more. “I’m just ticklish.” And you twist your face a little just to smile at him.

He had so many questions, they’re just threatening to spill out of his mouth and fumble the wording and fuck everything up. But most of them are lewd and unbecoming of the friendship you’ve allowed him. Still, his fingers twitch and this time you relax as he flexes them, flattening them against your skin.

His own skin feels aflame, sensitive to every movement you make and he can’t even tell what the show was about. What they’re saying, who they are, they’re all lost to him.

And he misses a question. “Sorry, I spaced out- what did you say?” He tries to be casual but your next words send a shock through his veins.

“I’m not even surprised, I said, Wilbur- are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to do something about it?” And his bones turn into stone, everything about him freezes and he can’t move. As if he had ice in his system and not blood.

“What can- what can I do?” His breathing starts again but it’s heavy, his head light from the lack of breathing and blood flow. Unknowingly, his hand presses harder against your skin.

“You mean besides killing me?” You laugh but his mind moves ahead of him, even thinking of that too. His dick jumps at the thought of you, bleeding, staring at him. And he pushes it away, no, no he wouldn’t. Not when you’ve just given him explicit permission to- to-

Fucking hell.

Shifting in his seat, he keeps his hand on your skin, relishes it more now. But his other hand moves to wrap around your middle too, pulling you into his chest. “So I can- you’ll let me-” he cuts himself off as he presses into your back, feeling the full force of your soap hit him. The lotion you’ve told him about. He presses his nose and mouth hard against the skin between your shoulder and neck, breathing and moaning as he breathes out. Months of pining, months of looking at you, months of jerking off to you, months of wet dreams and months of pushing all of that away-

He can stop pushing the thoughts away, indulge in them a little. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asks, one hand pressing on your stomach and the other slipping up to your chest, the fabric of your shirt hardly holds him back.

“This being?” Your voice hitches as his fingers graze your nipple, pinching, pulling, flicking.

“Touching you.” And his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, not so much squeezing as much as it’s just touching. Your skin is just so fucking soft. And it smells good. He can’t ever imagine being anywhere else anymore. And just as fast as he wrapped his hand around your throat, it slithers back down, both hands coming up to grope your chest, mouth moving as he licks the light sweat on your skin. Why you would wear a sweater to his apartment when there’s no air conditioning, is behind him, but it only serves him. He moans at the taste of salt, of sweat. Licks your skin in small circles, loving the taste of you.

Nudging your head to the side, he loves the way your chest heaves, the way soft whines and pants come out of you, loves to tweak the buds in between his knuckles and sucking at your neck, biting and kissing and moaning at the sounds that come out because of him.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He asks, and he doesn't mean to, almost regrets it because wouldn’t that be a thought, to surprise you when he pulls your shorts down and shoves his cock inside of you. Oh, it’s so good, his dick jumps and he presses his body more into your back, nearly toppling the two of you over, and this way you can feel his dick against your back.

“Can you last that long?” Probably not but the way you tease him, it has him groaning against your wet skin, smelling so much like his spit.

“Don’t need to,” he mumbles, licking his way back up your neck and pressing closer, leans further to lick the skin of your jaw. Your head tilts back into his shoulder so nicely, he just has to suck a bruise into the skin there. And when he shoves his hand into your sweats, your mouth drops open and your eyes blink several times but they stay dilated.

“Wilb- fuck, Wilbur,” you whine as your hand reaches behind you, knocking his beanie off of his head and tugging on his hair. His mouth comes off of your skin as he moans, his hips jerking and rocking into your back. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He didn't care what the end of that sentence was going to be, he needed to hear what you sound like when you come. When he makes you come.

“Just like that, baby,” he mumbles, unable to close his eyes, pushing past the burning in his wrist as you whine right into his ear, your hips twitching and jerking on their own too as you make a mess over his fingers, his hand. You would’ve fallen face first into the cushion if he wasn’t holding you so close to him. “Just like that.”

The hand with you all over it goes right up to his mouth, licking every groove of his skin that’s covered in come, licking it all away and moaning at the taste. (The sight of which makes your insides burn, however boneless you are.)

In the next minute, he’s wiping the spit off of his hand on his own sweats, tugging at your sweater, which you take off gladly, and he shoves his hand between your body and your sweats, shoving them down. He feels your body shiver, bumps rising on your skin but all he feels is the intense burning of want, of need. He needs to be inside you right now, it drives him crazy.

“I’m so- so fucking close right now, I need you to tell me where I can come.” It’s like pulling teeth, speaking those words. You said anything, and fuck, maybe he might ignore whatever answer you have and come inside. His dick is so hard, he needs to be inside of you. He’s losing his fucking mind.

It’s as if you can hear his thoughts, or maybe he’s just saying them as they come, it doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is the grip tightening around his hair and you breathing out the word inside. The fucking butterflies he just felt. Fuck.

Shoving his pants down enough to pull his dick out, he smears pre-cum between your legs, your thighs, thrusting between them and the both of you moaning, it’s fucking bliss.

The moment he slips inside of you- he curses, you’re squeezing so tight around his cock, his mind blanks and he can only squeeze an arm around your stomach, the other one is squeezing the meat of your thigh, trying anything to hold back from blowing his load so fast when he just got his dick inside. “Fuck, f- I need a second,” and you’re breathlessly agreeing, squeezing his forearm, tugging his hair, whimpering in his ear. It’s almost too much entirely.

The pleasure doesn’t die down, but he manages to breathe through it, focusing on kissing your sweaty skin. And after a brief moment, you let go of his arm to pat it, asking if he’d be able to move now, leaning all of your weight onto him.

The first thrust out blinds him, pushing back in punches the breath out of his lungs. The way you’re breathing, sounds like you’re just as affected as him. He hopes, in a distant thought, that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Hopes that by the end of this, when the two of you are spent and exhausted and filthy, you’ll let him touch you again.

Minutes go by after slow jerks of his hips and then you whine, asking if he could go faster and fuck if his hips didn’t snap and the sound of skin smacking against skin, it’s enough to make the both of you groan. Fucking you, on his couch by the way, is the main wet dream. And the fact it’s happening right now? He’d come right then and there if he hadn’t worked so hard to come down from just that. Setting a much faster, a bit brutal pace, he’s hurtling towards his orgasm quickly, he can feel it.

“Let go of my hair,” he gasps, and as soon as you do, accidentally letting go of his forearm, he pushes on your shoulder and back, adjusting as needed as he works up to what he wanted to do earlier. Pressing your face into the cushion and fucking you like he’d die if he stopped. Your moans shift into sobs when he reaches around your front, burning at both ends.

And in a moment, in a flash, he squeezes your hip and leans over you, groaning as he spills come inside of you. He gives a few shallow thrusts, moaning over and over. And he stays there for a second, softening as he pulls out but groans anyways, the sight of his come spilling out of your hole? He acts without thinking, pushing two fingers to keep them in and your cries pull him out of his fuzzy head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He hums your name, pulling out his fingers and rubbing over your skin. Covering it in filth. His heart only pounds harder, he gets up from behind you, letting you lay on the couch. Fuck, seeing your hazy eyes, seeing you in a space he put you in from fucking you alone? He tries his best, grabs the blanket he’d tossed on the back of the couch and wipes you down, stomping the bubbling feeling of something good in his chest as you whine from the touch. “Here, let me take you to bed,” dropping the blanket, he tries his best to help you up before biting his lip and picking you up, hurrying to his room as quickly as possible. He wasn’t the strongest guy out there, and if he dropped you in his attempt to help? When he fucked you- and didn’t that give him butterflies to think about, fucking you hard enough your legs are jelly.

It doesn’t take long for you to come down, wherever you went, and by then, you’re ready to sleep. He thought about tucking you in, because what sight that would be, but the thought of waking up to you in the morning? Maybe fucking you in your sleep if he woke up, hell, you fucking him awake, riding him and using him like he used you? It makes him bite down on his lip to hold back a moan as he slips into bed behind you. And it melts his insides whenever you shift to turn in your sleep, tucking yourself into his chest. Sighing deeply.

He’s so far gone on you.

#simpbur #c: simpbur #eggplicit #c: simpbur smut #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader #simpbur x you #simpbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #minors do not interact #minors dni #k: free use #<- sorta #a: neutral

[deadqueerboys]

Hey..

I made this, all of them. I wrote it some time ago, and it was a request. Even through this bad situation, I see some random people still liking my Wilbur stuff, so I thought about giving it an ending in the right way.

#wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #simpbur x reader #simpbur #ghostbur #bursonas #cc!wilbur #c!wilbur #argbur

[modx-reborn]

simpbur w a reader with massive tits. like, the biggest. absolutely huge.

he’s feral and doesn’t know where to look LOL

Kay, I feel called out but okay let's go!

God he was fucked, you had walked into his apartment to study with his roommate dressed like that, the shirt barely covered your chest, let alone reached lower than your navel, it was perfect for the summer weather but god if it didn't have his mind racing. You often wore more covering clothes, so seeing you on display like this was new and it was going to drive him up the wall. You were going to be in his apartment, draped across his couch, lazing around in that shirt for the afternoon, there would be no stopping his mind from wandering.

Little would he know you were only wearing it for him, knowing that he would linger in the hallway to the living room to watch you as you stretched out on the couch, arching your back and thrusting your chest out on purpose to make the shirt ride up and show off the bottom of the bra you were wearing, so sure he would be able to see and maybe just maybe you would be able to finally push him over the edge.

To have him stop hiding in the shadows and watching from behind walls, to have him finally do something about this not so little infatuation he has with you, and your study partner had just given you the perfect excuse to tease a little more and maybe get your way, they had to go having forgotten they had an appointment and were promising to come back as soon as they were done, with the click of the front door you were left alone with your dear simp, and the real fun could begin.

His roommate had left, it was just you and him, just the two of you and that fucking shirt of yours that had ridden up even more, almost halfway up your bra and showing him so so much more than he could have hoped for. God, he was thankful for his door being at the end of the hall and able to see the living room, perfectly able to see how your hands moved upwards to push the shirt up further, exposing more of your chest and teasing him further.

While something in the back of his mind was asking why you were doing this, the rest was too focused on how his cock was pressing against his jeans, how he could not miss this chance, fumbling with his pants and with pulling his phone off its charger almost dropping it as he frees his cock, this would be devastating if he missed capturing it in video or in photos. Sure the recording would be tainted by the sounds of his panting and the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock but that could be a problem for later.

For now, all he cared about was the sight of you on his couch, chest exposed and hands dipping just barely below the edge of the cup as if teasing him with the possibility of seeing what he had fantasized about and only seen in stolen photos from your beach trips. If you really did pull the cups down he would riot, maybe he would even snap far enough to actually approach you, to make use of all the ideas floating around in his head and finally get to feel you wrapped around him.

The breaking point was when you moved, just slightly shuffling down the couch, chest now fully exposed and head turned to look at him, watching how he froze, smiling as you threw your bra down the hallway letting it land with a muted thud, winking before bringing your hands up to cup and tease him with your chest, waiting for the other shoe to drop in his mind and have him come bolting from his room.

#a: dreamwvrld #c: simpbur #mcyt smut #mxad #k: voyeurism #k: exhibitionism #implied afab #anon response

[benoistthebunny]

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what we will and won't write!

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will do: angst fluff suggestive comfort fics character x reader character x character character x oc

won't do: smut, sorry. comfort fics for child loss. sorry, too soon.

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who we write for!

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dsmp c!dream--cc!dream--c!dreamXD c!sapnap--cc!sapnap c!georgenotfound--cc!georgenotfound c!karl--cc!karl c!quackity--cc!quackity c!tommy--cc!tommy c!ranboo--cc!ranboo c!tubbo--cc!tubbo c!wilbur--cc!wilbur--c!simpbur--c!revivebur--c!ghostbur cc!jack c!fundy--cc!fundy c!schlatt--cc!schlatt, maybe? c!philza--cc!philza c!technoblade

dead end: paranormal park barney logs norma badyah courtney

ghostbusters peter venkman raymond stantz egon spengler dana barrett janine melnitz

stranger things steve mike robin eddie hopper joyce vickie dustin will

creepypastas ticci toby eyeless jack laughing jack sally slenderman jaff the killer homicidal liu ben drowned bloody painter

markiplier and his egos markiplier warfstache darkiplier googleplier

sanrio hello kitty my melody kuromi pompompurin keroppi

and, random people i've written about before and wouldn't mind writing about again ash kabosu bo burnham benjamin the butler (wkm) corpse husband

!!you can always request stuff that isn't on here, and i'll see what i can do!!

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#benoisttalks

[dontfindmerain]

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hello! welcome to my blog!

my name is moss. im 18+, and i use he/they pronouns. i do have a job, and adhd, so please be patient with any requests or posts.

DNI LIST: transphobes, homophobes, racists, wilbur antis, etc. just fuck off thanks

I write just about anything of wilbur soot and his characters. this includes:

c!wilbur (lmanbur)

revivebur

ghostbur

ghost!wilbur (from llg)

wolfbur

simpbur

phantombur

any of his sorry boys characters

there's more but you get the point :)

I write sfw stuff, but I am open to writing anything! if you dont like smut, block me and fuck off.

requests are open!!

request rules: (under construction)

if you would like to be an anon lmk

tags:

mosslovestherain - all posts

moss cleans - housekeeping posts

moss sings - covers i sing :)

moss writes - anything i write, including drabbles

moss answers <3 - asks i answer

moss rambles - self explanatory

moss reblogs - anything i reblog

#mosslovestherain #moss cleans #navigation post #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot angst #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you

[motleycrueobsessed]

Masterlist

Who i will write for

-Cc!wilbur soot (SFW only)

-Revivebur

-Lmanbur

-Pogtopiabur

-Simpbur

-Copbur

-Inmatebur

-Zombur

-Post!inmatebur

-Pretty much any other bursona

-Jason dean

-C!quackity

+ anyone else really in the dsmp unless its in the wont write

Wont write for:

Technoblade (sorry, i cant bring myself to write about him.)

Phantombur

Argbur

Ghostbur

+Burs from any other SMP

I just dont know then well enough

- Heathers. All three of them.

- Im uncomfy doing smut with tommy, ill do sfw toms though.

Kinks / just weird stuff i wont write about

Piss/scat.

Foot kink i wont do either since its a bit weird to me

Age play/pedophilia.

The whole stepfather/mother thing wont be done on this account.

+Any other weird kinks i cant think of right now

If your unsure, just ask! If im uncomfortable with it i wont write it!

Wilbur soot fics / headcanons Cc! Wilbur with a sick reader headcanons

Revivebur fics / headcanons

None!

Lmanbur fics / headcanons

None!

Pogtopiabur fics / headcanons

None!

Simpbur fics / headcanons

None!

Copbur fics / headcanons

None!

Inmatebur fics / headcanons

None!

Zombur fics / headcanons

None!!

Post!inmatebur fics / headcanons

None!

Jason dean fics / headcanons

None!

Quackity fics / headcanons

None!

Mind you this is a pretty new blog!! I’m gonna start working on some fics soon, i just need to decide on whoo.. please send me asks! I’ll try to get to them asap!!

Anon family:

n o n e.

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ily. <3

#wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #fanfic #headcanons #jason dean #jd heathers #losing my mind like what is happening anymore #quackity #tommyinnit #smut #not smut #lgbtq community #trans safe space #lgbtq safe space

[despicablenotions]

Beyond Power of Speech - At First Glance 02

warnings: simpbur being a creep, sexual themes, slight masturbation smut, obsessive thoughts, course language, Simpbur having a really sexual fantasy and jerking off

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He had it. Oh God finally he had it. Right there, on his screen. Your phone number. He could just... call. Listen to your voice reserved for him and only him.

But for real.

He devated calling right this second, laying awake in his bed, staring at the ten numbers under your name.

But no. Now wasn't the time. He knew when to call. He'd call during your stream tomorrow night. At a point where you wouldn't feel guilty to end the stream to hang out.

His eyes widened at the thought of you ending stream just to come see him and he groaned. The thought made so many things bubble up inside him.

But mostly, it was his need for you. His need to watch all of your twitch chat wonder who this mysterious man you were meeting was.

He smiled and ran his hand through his somewhat greasy hair. Oh God. Was his hair this bad when he'd bumped into you? Did you think he was disgusting? Vile even?

It didn't matter, though, not really. Now that he had access to you, he could change whatever initial opinion you had.

He could clean up, blame his appearance that day on a depressive episode. Yeah. That's what he'd do. He'd do that when he saw you again.

He really couldn't get the thought of you out of his head now.

The thought of your perfect fucking lips whispering his name as he hovered over you, his hands on your body. Your body that was all for him. All. For. Fucking. Him.

His eyes dilated slightly as his mind started to wander deeper into his fantasy, his hand reaching into his pants, palming himself through his boxers.

The phantoms sounds of your gasps and whines filled his ears as he touched himself to the thought of you. His heart racing at the idea that you could call him at any moment.

You could call him while he fucked his own hand to the thought of you.

God that only made it worse. The idea of you talking, not knowing what he was doing to himself while you rambled on.

He groaned softly, his brain filling in the blanks as he pumped his cock lazily, imagining it was your hand. Moans spilled from his lips as he imagined you jerking him off. Fuck.

His hand moved up and down his cock, gently squeezing his thumb running over the head, spreading the bead of precum over it.

He whined, bucking his hips up into his hand, no no, your hand. Your hand. Your perfect,beautiful hand.

He groaned loudly as he came into hi- your hand, sighing as he got up and staggered to his bathroom.

Shower. He needed a shower. He had to be clean for when he met with you tomorrow.

He stared at his feet as the water ran over his body, his hands rough against his own scalp as he rubbed shampoo into it. The soap burned his eyes but he didn't care.

All he could feel was how excited he was to see you again. To hear you say his name. Not his username. His real name.

He rinsed his hair and reached for his loofah and body wash. He poured the body wash onto the loofah and scrubbed it into his body. After rinsing, he repeated before getting out.

He dried himself off, humming to himself. He walked back to his bed and hummed.

He put on his clothes and went to his laptop, opening it up to your twitch stream. He smiled when he saw you. How happily you spoke.

That's when he registered what you were saying and his eyes went wide.

You were smiling at your webcam and laughing a bit.

"I mean, yea, the guy is a little weird, but who isn't? He was so awkward and shy. He's in a few of my classes and I thought, hey, why not get to know him?"

His heart raced. You were talking about him.

He looked at chat, a lot of people were asking if you'd messaged him yet aside from the message you'd sent yourself. You answered no, which he knew was the truth.

He saw a dono pop up on screen. Heard the text to speech read out "Text him." He heard you say "Bet." But he didn't register any of it.

Then, his phone beeped.

He had a text.

From you.

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[simpbursimp]

Smut simpbur hc!

Simpbur is the type that would sneak into your bedroom while you're gone. He'll lay in your bed and get high off of your scent. He wouldn't be able to control himself as he ruts himself against your sheets while he has his face buried into your pillow, inhaling your scent with his eyes closed tight as he imagines its you he's getting himself off on instead of your sheets. He'd make a mess of himself and your bed, but fixes everything up before he leaves since he doesn't want you to be suspicious.

#simpbur x reader #simpbur #simpbur x you #simpbur smut #c: simpbur #simpbur hcs #simpbur hc #simpbur fanfic #fanfic #simpbur smut hc #simp

[sister-symposia]

thinkin’ of simpbur...

wilbur. he’s your new step brother. 

your mom married his dad, phil (he’s hot in a dilf way). 

wilbur seemed like an awkward borderline neckbeard but gave off the weakest vibes so you brushed him off as just being awkward and shy around girls since he never spoke to you and typically bailed from the room after you entered unless your parents were there. 

you noticed he’d be cute if he actually took a shower and washed his hair. 

once you took an interest in him you noticed the subtle glances he would shoot you when he thought you weren’t looking. the way his eyes darkened as he stared at you before hurriedly looking away. it was pretty cute.

call you sadistic but you started wearing more revealing clothes after that. cute little shorts, crop tops, tight skinny jeans, and a huge t-shirt that hangs off your shoulder as your pajamas. you know he snatched one of your pairs of panties from your room. you’d just brought your fresh basket of laundry in and left your door open to grab something from the kitchen. and when you came back the pink pair on top were gone.

after your mom and phil went to sleep you left your room to go to the bathroom and heard a groan from wilbur’s room which is right across from yours. you of course peeked in on him, curious but already having a feeling you knew what he was doing. and you were right.

he was reclined back in his gamer chair, hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds while his other hand used your no longer clean silky panties to stroke his hard cock. you watched with an amused smirk as he pumped himself to completion, getting his cum all over your underwear in the process. perv.

you decided to file this away to use later. but right now you needed to handle the wetness between your legs.

#symposia speaks #simpbur #c: simpbur #simpbur smut #reader smut #symp stuff

[toiletwipes]

i know love | the poly ending

~1.6k words / YEAH THATS RIGHT. POLY ENDING. If you're confused, when I first started writing for "and I'd give up forever to touch you" my pride and joy, I would get asks and requests for a poly ending between Simpbur, Rosie (a streamer he was in love with) and the MC (aka you, who developed a genuine connection with him- first.) And because I've been writing all day and I did promise Lotus I would, here it is! I wanna say it's been a while since I read the fic myself so if it's inaccurate- shh.

Also I want to apologize about the length, I would add more but I really wanted to post this before I go to the concert so uh. here it is! Hope you enjoy lotus <3 @lotusanonymouse

[You come home and you find your lovers fucking like the horny freaks they are.]

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"Guys, I'm home," you say, toeing off your shoes, sliding the keys into the tray by the door. Work had been long, boring and frankly, numbed your bones more than you care for. The soles of your feet ache and you reach down to rub the soreness away, sighing as it just barely relieves the pressure. But as soon as you look around, you sigh again, this time with a smile. Leaning on the wall, you Crane your neck to see that only one door in this apartment is open. And now the noises are more apparent.

Padding down the hallway, soft moans and whimpered curses are louder and louder and when you peer around the doorframe you can't help the burning in your lower abdomen. Both of your partners, Wilbur and Rosie were on the bed, and they were both very close to their climax.

"You guys have been playing without me?" You murmur, snaking a hand over the clothed back of Rosie, digging into her hair and yanking as your other hand reaches down to splay over Wilbur's chest. They each have their own gasps, looking towards you not with regret, but need. Your hand relaxes the grip it has in Rosie's hair till you hum, smoothing her down. The roots are starting to show again, should probably bleach them again.

"Your shift ended an hour ago, could you blame us?" Rosie's hips keep rolling, and honestly, you couldn't. It's not like they weren't supposed to fuck without you, you just like playing with them like this. You're not really mad. You just could use a snack first… or not, honestly the way Rosie keeps leaning her face into your hand. Keeps kissing it like it'd put her in your graces.

Wilbur's hands were digging his nails into her naked hips, her t-shirt just barely covering her stomach but there's nothing else on her. Just the shirt. Wilbur's plaid pajama pants were pulled down just enough for her to get going and his shirt is nowhere to be found. You wouldn't be surprised if Rosie came straight over to him after her stream. She does get horny quite easily while she streams, finds it harder to keep her hands to herself when she knows her lovers are in the chat.

"Then why don't you finish Wilbur off, he looks like he needs it more than you." You lean down to kiss him, catching his moans getting louder as she begins to bounce on his cock again, trailing down a blunt nail down his chest and pinching one of his hardened nipples.

"Be a good boy and come for her, yeah?" You whisper against his mouth before pulling away.

Moving towards your room, you toss your work clothes into the bin and you can hear them with the open door and through the walls. "Fuck fuck fuck- that's it, oh fuck right there. Come inside- yeah come inside of me, baby." Rosie's rambling makes your head spin as you consider getting dressed.

Making the split decision, you pull on Wilbur's boxers and one of Rosie's merch shirts, two sizes bigger than your normal for the extra baggy look. Making your way back to your two favorite people, Wilbur sits on the back of his thighs, sobbing into Rosie's neck as she pulls him further into her body.

You can pinpoint the second his cock twitches and then spills inside of her with the way he tenses, and her legs shake the tiniest bit wrapped around his waist, but you can see her wiggle, see the way she still hasn't orgasmed yet.

"That's it, baby, fill me up," you hear her coo into his ear, biting her lip as she opens her eyes and finds you. She whispers even quieter and he moves finally, slipping out and sitting against the wall with Rosie next to him. She's antsy to get off, though, you send her a look. She sends you one back but you hold a finger up and you leave and come back with a warm, damp towel, wiping the mess they both made.

Rosie moans through it but complains thoroughly when you lean down to clean Wilbur off personally with your tongue. His fingers reach into your scalp, "ah- ah, I'm still- sensitive, sensitive."

You only come up once you've swallowed his come down, reaching up to thread your fingers in his hair and pull him into a kiss. He whimpers in your mouth when you still reach down to wipe him clean with the rag.

"And what about you, baby, you want us to do something for you?" Rosie asks, reaching over to squeeze at your thigh, a smile spread lazily across her face.

You pull away from Wilbur, trailing one blunt nail down again and watching him shiver as you hum. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and then you smile. "Get on your back, Rose," and boy does she move. She's on her back, spreading her legs for you to move in between them and gasping lightly when your mouth latches onto her clit, switching between lapping and sucking on it enough to make her groan out in frustration. Her hips twitch underneath you, aching to thrust into your face but you hold her down.

And right when you almost had her there, you come off of it, spitting on her can't as you thumb her entrance. "Ask me nicely," you ask as she hisses, still so sensitive from Wilbur's round. "Ask, babe." She doesn't and so you let off completely, sitting back and finding Wilbur right behind you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing at your neck.

"You can get yourself off if you don't wanna ask me," you grin at her, as Wilbur's hand drips under Rosie's shirt to cover your warm skin with cold fingers. She huffs, because the three of you know damn well she can't get off without either of you. One of you will do but if it's just her? Forget it, she'll just be teasing herself for hours.

"And what if I asked Wilbur instead?" She asks, sitting up on her elbows, jutting her chin out.

"Ask him, but just know I'm not getting you off until I get back from my mom's. Whether or not you ask me." And everyone knows you won't be back until next week.

She bites her lip, looking away, breathing in deeply. The trip itself had been a major argument, with her deflecting and not actually admitting she just wanted to go with you and meet your family until it was too late.

Her eyes come back to yours and then she crawls onto her knees and places her hands on both of your thighs. "Please, can you-" she breathes in deeply as she leans back, "-can you make me feel good? Make me come?"

You can't hide the smile on your face, and without hesitating, you tap Wilbur's arms and he lets go, watching as you push Rosie on her shoulders, leaning into her space to press your mouth against hers, kissing her deeply as you press her into the mattress. One of your hands drift between you two and she gasps into your mouth when you set an aggressive pace already, gripping onto your elbows as you slip a finger, then two inside of her can't.

"Go on, baby, be a good whore. Show Wilbur how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers. That's it, moan for him."

And she does, once you move your mouth to the column of her neck, kissing and biting hickeys into her skin just low enough that no matter what she wears, the bruises will peek through, and she moans for Wilbur. Tells him through gasps of breath that she's both of yours, that she needs your fingers and she presses her chest into yours, trembling as you fuck her through an orgasm.

Wilbur's quick to suck Rosie's slick off of your fingers, quick to wipe her down again and slide his boxers on.

The three of you lay in bed, breathing and cuddling closely before Wilbur gets up, kissing both you and Rosie. "Getting food, do you guys want anything?" When he received two no's, he nodded and left the bedroom.

Quiet again, with the sounds of Wilbur pulling things out of the cupboard, Rosie rolls onto her side and stares into your face, waiting till you adjusted yourself before speaking. "You are coming back… right?" It was never really settled in the argument and the apologies if you did but you thought she knew. You frown, reaching forward to cup her face, letting her press it closer.

"I'm coming back. I'm just going to grab the last of my things and I'm leaving the first chance I get." And you pause before continuing, "I don't think I can live without either of you again. You two are the best things to happen to me." She leans closer, lightly pressing a kiss to your lips. You stay like that for a while, kissing her until she pulls away, only a little bit and she shudders, wiping away a stray tear.

"Okay." And you grab her hand, lifting it to your mouth, pressing a kiss to her hand, gripping it hard as she holds just as tightly.

"You know I love you," she tenses, "and I know you're not ready to say that to me or to Wilbur, but I'm coming back. I promise." She nods.

You fall asleep in her arms, vaguely aware of Wilbur's weight dipping back on the mattress and of his arms wrapping around your waist again. You just know love.

You know love.

#c: wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #simpbur x y/n #simpbur x reader #c: simpbur smut #simpbur smut #simpbur x you #simpbur x rosie x you #wilbur x rosie x you #and i'd give up forever to touch you

[oraangeclouud]

Small wil blurb ^^

warning:: smut, drunk sex, edging,

wilburs hands roamed down your body,, his mouth all over your neck, your soft whimpers and then sound of quiet smacks filling the silent room.

"Such a pretty thing.." Wil said, continuing sucking on your neck.

"Ngh..mmh!!" His hand now down on your thighs, squeezing on them.

"..All for mee-nhgn" Will grunts as you grind down against him. Your back arches and his chest goes outwards hitting yours.

His other hand massages your breast-- and rubs softly against your nipple.

You continue grinding and you both decide its time-- You get up to help him with his boxers and he moves your panties to the side

You sit down and be slides in,, You both gasp

He pushes you down and starts to thrust-- You moan into the pillow your smushed in.

"Take it whore,," You can't help but whine at his words.

#c: simpbur #wilbur smut #oraangeclouud #mcyt smut #dsmp smut

[modx-reborn]

somno/dubcon with doctor!simpbur as you’re waking up from anaesthetic :)

Kay, I am going to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you.

Once again under a read more for those not wanting to read medical or dubcon.

God, you were perfect, sure you were under and he was only meant to be doing post-op check-ups, but who would fault him for closing the door to your room and doing a little more in-depth checks, knowing that he had maybe an hour or two before the anesthetic wore off and you would be coming back to the world of the waking, sure you would be groggy and unable to understand much when you first woke, but you were perfect right now, a wonderful living doll for him to finally enjoy like he had been longing for.

The paper dress you wore was easy to remove, three tugs on the knots and you were bare flawless skin on display like he had never seen before, there was always something in the way when he did his exams and tests, but now, now he could have you as he liked, naked and oh so beautiful for him.

Maybe his hands did shake as he pushed your legs open, gloves thrown away the moment he knew no one would be coming in the door to check on him. No matter how many times he licked his lips they still felt dry, as if the sight of you, legs thrown over his thighs, face at peace, and chest rising and falling softly was drying out the air and making him need to lick his lips again and again but maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe he could, he could kiss you, feel your lips against his own and use your spit to wet his lips.

The groan at the thought should have been loud enough to have someone come looking but no one did, and once again he was alone with you and the free access to your body. While your lips were cold and slightly chapped, they felt like heaven to him, a perfect mix that would drive him wild every day after this one, so he would devour every kiss and touch of your lips that he could, hands shaking as the roamed down your hips dragging against your sex and hoping that you would still be able to respond, to enjoy this.

There was never a moment he had felt fear like this, not when your eyes had blinked open and while hazy, had looked at him, said his name with sleep slurring the letters, whining as your mind took stock of the feeling of his fingers working you open stopping, of the rough material of his slacks against the back of your thighs, of the warm breath fanning across your face as he leaned over you, his face a mess of blurring colors and movement.

"Shhh, Shhh, just checking up on you, making sure everything is okay, back to sleep... It's okay, it's all okay, just let me check you over, You'll let me do that won't you? Make sure my favorite patient is healthy and good?"

The mumbled okay was all he needed before he began moving his fingers again, eager to have you more fully than ever before, and the short moment you had been awake, had said his name as you woke was all he needed to finally go through with this, to pull back and shuffle his slacks down just enough to free his cock. For now, spit would have to do for lube, a mix of his own and yours was more than he could ask for as he wrapped around his cock, giving a few weak pumps before gently moving to press the head of his cock against your opening.

God you felt even better wrapped around his cock than you did around his fingers, next time he had you booked for a test he might just have to find a way to do this again, there was no way he would be able to live with just fucking you with his fingers or using a syringe to fill you with his cum, he would have to fuck you, fill you himself and feel how you clench and milk his cock, there would be nothing like this for him ever again.

Sure he was fishing his phone from his pocket to film how you took his cock, to take in how even half asleep and floating from the anesthetic you were moaning and scrunching your nose, hole clenching around his cock, but the film would only tide him over for so long, he would need to have you again, maybe he could organize a home visit, have you welcome him into your home and then he could have you with worrying that someone would find him fucking you, filling you.

The very thought of being in your home, fucking you like he was currently was what drove him over the edge, hips stuttering and burying himself to the hilt in you as he cums, shivering as you clench and milk everything from him, moaning sleepily as a wet heat spreads in you, eyes blinking open once again as cold hands grasp your chin a blurry shape in front of your face as your lips open taking fingers covered in something bitter slip into your mouth, tongue limply taking whatever it was offered.

"That's it, take it my dear, full of my cum from both ends, I can't wait for you to be discharged and back in my practice, will definitely be doing this again, won't ever let you go now not that I know how good you feel..."

#a: dreamwvrld #c: simpbur #mcyt smut #cw: dubcon #k: medical #k: dubcon #k: somno #mxad #anon response

[nsfw-blog-im-your-beloved-uwu]

could you write simpbur being pegged (or dicked down if you want to write amab) and overstimulated by the reader? idk if this is enough for u to write but i just love love love sub! simpbur doing anything for the reader and the reader taking advantage of that (consensually ofc)

of course, i can! also sub! simpbur my beloved

sorry it took so long lol

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI!

You and simpbur have been dating for some time now. You and him have set a routine to satisfy each other. Tonight was no different than any other night. Your body pressed against your boyfriend, your head in his chest, and your legs intermingled with each other. 

You pet his hair with your hand, fingers getting caught in the long curly hair. As you brush through his hair with your fingers, you couldn't help but notice the way he squirmed in your touch. feeling how hot he was you would have thought he was sick, but as soon as you look at his face it was very clear something else was wrong. You giggle at him, you cup his face in your hands, 

"awe, kitty, if you want me to please you, you just have to ask," you spoke softly, as you smiled at him. 

He makes a whining noise, before whispering his request. You kiss your little simp's head as you work your way out of his grip, you reposition yourself, he does the same thing. From your new angle, you can definitely see his prominent tent in his pants. 

You kiss him, you suck and bite his lower lip, making him gasp. You take this as your opportunity to stick your tongue into his mouth, exploring the insides with a newfound passion. He moans through your kiss, as your fingers go under his shirt and brush against his nipples. You keep exploring his mouth and body, before taking a well-deserved breath. 

You start stripping his body, he does the same thing to you. You finally take off his boxers. His erotic dick sprung out. He covers his face, still very nervous to be exposed to you. You kiss him again, more aggressive and messy, you run your finger up his dick, his moan fills your ears like music. 

You continue to tease him, playing with nipples, licking the underside of his dick, etc. He starts getting desperate, letting out whines and whimpers,

" Please," he moans, as you rub your finger against his slit. 

"Since you asked so nicely," you say. 

You let go of him, making him whine. You rush to grab a gift your ex-girlfriend gave you. You get back to your love, you put on the strap-on. You grab the lube from the side table. You coat your fingers in lube, you rub his hole before sticking in a finger, he moans loudly. You move your finger gently in and out of him. He moans as you hit his prostate. You add another finger scissoring him. 

"Awe, look how cute you look, all laid out for me, such a good kitty." You praise, removing your fingers. 

He mewls. You rub your hands on his thighs gently before giving him another kiss, it was slow and passionate. His tongue exploring your mouth this time, it moved slowly and gently. You pulled away to breathe the only thing connecting you two was a string of saliva. 

He presses his lips against your neck, you gasp, moving your head so he has more access to your neck. He leaves bright red hickeys on your neck that would bloom purple in the morning, 

"oh, mmh, you're such a good kitty," you say, your breath, a bit shaky. 

You push him down on the matters, it's time to have some of your own fun. You put your mouth on his nipple, he moans, his back arches. You nip and suck, your hand plays with the other. He starts moving his hips, wanting, no, NEEDING the friction, but you stop him. He feels tears run down his face. You kiss his cheeks, 

"kitty, if you want something you got to ask," you say, 

"Please! Please!  I want y-you,  please, I want you to fuck m-me!" He cries, you smile at his request,  giving him a kiss. 

You pour some lube in your hand, lubing the strap on. You grab his legs putting them on your shoulders, as you rub the strap on against his hole, he moans, you push into him, stopping to let him adjust. He tries pushing your "dick" into him, taking that as a sign to move, 

"remember,  red is stop, orange is slow down, and green is to keep going." You tell him; he nods. 

You start thrusting into him slowly, and gently. It takes you a while to find his prostate, but once you do, the noise your kitten makes is worth the wait. 

"Right there! OH fuCk," he moans loudly as you quicken your pace. 

You keep that pace, your thrusting was fast and gentle. You readjusted yourself going even deeper into your love. He screams-moans as you thrust harder and faster into his prostate. His body shakes, tears fall from his eyes. 

"Colour?" You ask, 

"GREEN! GREEN!" he yells through moans. 

His dick leaks pre-cum, it throbs, needing to be touched, lucky for him, you answer his prayers. You grab his aching dick rubbing it at the same speed as your thrusts, he moans somehow even louder. He feels like he's about to blackout, but he doesn't want to, it feels so good. 

His moans start rising in pitch, as his climax nears and after one particular thrust, he cums, his back arches, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, as white ribbons hit your hand. 

His body goes limp, as you pull out the strap on, you lick your hand, taking off the strap on. You go on top of him, grabbing the lube and putting it on your hands, you grab his dick rubbing it, he whines at the touch looking at you confused and tired. 

"Did you think we were done?"

#simpbur x you #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader #c: simpbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur smut #k: overstim #tw overstimulation #overstimulation #k: pegging #k: praise #please toiletwipes notice me uwu #i am 👁👅👁 anon #anonymous #anon #minors dni

[almondmilks-posts]

Simpur pocessive headcannons

// SBI family dynamic //

Content:

- God complex

-sbi twin talk

-yandre

-hella toxic behaviour

*Simpur would be super possessive because your his baby and only his, no one can even look at you at all.

*Once he took you to meet his family, you were sat next to his twin thecno (?) And you both actually got along. You guys were just talking about Apollo lore ( I could talk about it for hours) when simpur turned to show you something and boom.

*You're not facing him. He stops what he's doing and just stares with anger,

*he would get himself so riled up about your 100% attention not being on him

*internal rage and monologue

* he would be very manipulative and gaslight you because he was actually upset " you were flirting with him like you do with me ok and that hurt my feelings"

* ofc you were not thecno is twins with Wilbur (my own personal headcannon) so they are slightly similar and that's why you got along with him so well.

* will definitely make you feel bad about talking with thecno through manipulation and just general coldness

* he would want to get thecno back and may even spit in his food when he's not looking.

Nsfw///

"awe does my baby want my attention now huh? Well that's too bad you really hurt my feelings when you were not facing me slut. Make it up to me than I'll think about it"

* he had you doing some crazy and wild things with your consent ofc because he could never actually harm you.

*He would obviously be marking you up all over your body neck covered in marks, if you work you would have to call in sick because it's so bad.

*maybe push you a little further than usual because he wanted you to feel a little pain like he is

* he would use some extra force like put his foot on your face as he's ramming into "hmmm look how useless you are under me I'm so powerful and your God, you live for me"

* lots of dirty talk but centred around him and how he's superior than anyone else.

* you didn't realise what he was actually trying to do and that is keep you all to himself...

#mcyt smut #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader #c: simpbur #sbi family dynamic

[iamshoweranon]

housewife for simpbur imagine

warning: slight nsfw at the end

i love the idea of being a housewife for simpbur.

i would wake up early and make him a nice breakfast before he goes to work and a lunch he brings to work, when he goes to the office, i clean the house and make dinner for him, so when he comes home there’s a hot plate waiting for him.

then at night i get railed and bred

#c: simpbur #g: fluff #g: smut #k: breeding #s: housewife #s: domesticity #just my brainrot tbh

[puffledthomas]

I love how we all listened to 3 song about a stalker on the internet being really creepy and the only thing all of us said was “simpbur my beloved“

#i love you guys #c: simpbur #WHY IS EVERYTHING ON THE SIMPBUR TAG JUST SMUT #WHY #MY EYES #pop off i guess #who am i to judge #mcyt wilbur #wilbur soot #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp