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#c: simpbur
collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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Did someone say giving will a nice array of hickeys and chat finding out
No just me ok💋
hickeys | simpbur
requests are open! I write everything (smut, fluff, angst, you name it) and for anyone:), just let me know if you want it to have smut or not!
warnings: hickeys, grinding, neediness
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Wilbur has been away for a week, and you've been going crazy. You guys talked every day for at least two hours, but you still missed him.
You've waited for him at the airport and after a few minutes of just hugging each other you went for dinner to his favorite restaurant. The whole time, you had to force yourself to stop thinking about his hand on your throat. Your body was begging for his. After like an hour and half, you walked to your shared apartment. It wasn't super late and your need for his body had to wait a few more hours, since he had a stream planned.
He was doing something on his computer, and you were sitting on his lap, enjoying the last few minutes you had with him. His body was so warm, you almost fell asleep. His free hand was stroking your thigh. You had to bite down your lower lip, to prevent any whining. You quickly got up from him and sat on him again, this time facing him. He smiled as he put both of his hands on your hips.
,,You're really choosing stream over me?``You said jokingly, and he kissed your lips, making you even more needy.
,,I promise to make it up to you after``He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes. He put his head on his chair, revealing his neck. An idea appeared in your head. You reached to his neck and gave him a few light kisses. He tilted his head more, not knowing what you were planning to do.
You started sucking on his neck gently, so he wouldn't notice it fast enough. Soft moans started to escape his lips, and his hands were squeezing your hips. You started slowly grinding on him, trying to bring the focus from his neck to something else. His mind was hazy and all he could think about was your body on his. You started to suck on his skin harder, and sometimes you used teeth. You gave him quite a lot of purple-blue marks on his neck.
,,Y/N`` he whined, and you stopped, acting innocent. He didn't know. You knew he needed to stream, so you kissed him before leaving the room. You went to the main bedroom and played his stream. He said hello to everyone and then talked about his trip for some time, completely oblivious to all the comments. The chat was almost unreadable, because of all the capital messages about his neck.
,,Yeah, so that was fun...``He said as he finally looked at the chat. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read what was happening. His eyes finally caught one of the messages. His hand shot to his neck and he opened his phone to check his neck. His face went from extremely pale to red in a matter of 5 seconds. He thought about ignoring the comments, but that was kind of hard since everyone was talking about it. His fans obviously knew about you, but he always got so shy when someone asked about you.
,,Oh that? It's um probably some allergic reaction or maybe something bit me, don't know`` He said. The chat didn't let that go, no matter how hard Wilbur tried.
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toiletwipes · 11 months
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because we're friends | simpbur
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~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.
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anngelcake · 11 months
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Have this sketch of wilb as howl that i made instead of working on my finals and also simpbur that i planned to make into pixel art but got lazy ୧⁠(⁠^⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠^⁠)⁠୨
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simbur-enthusiast · 1 year
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Simpbur was obsessed
He knew he was, he couldn’t deny it
Simpbur was adding a new picture to the collection
He had an entire wall filled with pictures of you
Some were printed from your socials, while some were all his
They were taken by simpbur himself
You weren’t aware that he was taking all of these photos of you. But he didn’t care
The thrill he would get from stealing pictures of you was amazing
He would occasionally forget what he was trying to and would just watch you in awe
he was sad he didn’t get the pictures he wanted but he already had so many
and he got to watch you so there really was no downside
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modx-reborn · 2 years
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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.
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almondmilks-posts · 2 years
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Rejecting Simpbur/ incelbur
This deadass has been sitting in my drafts for 5 months oops
TW': Knife play// heavy manipulation// drugging whoops// stalking just creepy as shit bur
Ok but imagine simpbur getting all the courage and power needed to actually ask you out. He spent months stalking you in person and on social media trying to find the perfect personality to become to impress you. He new your favourite restaurant, why you and your ex broke up, your address, your boba order, how many time you wear your black trainers every possible detail he could find about you he did. Simpbur showered and got a hair cut just how you would like it in preparation, he caught you off guard on your weekly commute
A pale guy around 6'6 ( ok I know cannonically he's 5'4 but for this to work he's Hella tall and lanky) walked up to you on the street you had your headphones in so you didn't hear him at first " um Hello my name is wilbur" you stopped ugh not this guy again. You weren't sure if he was actually stalking you or it was just a coincidence that he kept turning up where ever you were, your ex in which you hadn't spoken to in over 6 months texted you about some guy who matched the description of willbur asking weird and out of order questions about you. "Uhh hi" he towered over you easily. " I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date? I've seen you around a few times and I think your super pretty" you almost rolled your eyes at this a few times was an understatement, you caught him looking into your kitchen window before even to go as far as to install CCTV cameras around the property. " Uhhh actually no I uhh have a boyfriend and well actually I've seen you looking into my windows I'm leaving and if I see you again I'm calling the police" you ran off to catch your bus now not looking behind you just incase he was following you.
Fine. if that's how you wanna play so be it. We all know Simpbur cannot handle rejection. But he's pissed, he tried so hard for you and you rejected him to his face he's gunna make you pay. So he amps up the level of creep. Breaking into your house now when your out, learning how your camera system works, the set up of your house ect .
It was a Friday night and you had been chillin in your home when a loud thud startled you. Not thinking much of it you went back to watching your TV show because you know how city life be. Another thud seeming much louder and much closer this time raised your anxiety. What ever it was was getting closer. you stood off your bed looking for a weapon to protect yourself from when the door flung open. Simpbur was standing in the open door, blood on his face and a gun pointed directly at you " hands up or I shoot" you stood frozen. You can't believe this is happening are you having a nightmare. This dissatisfied simpbur even more " awe you look so scared I said HANDS UP or I shoot god do your little ears not listen"
" how. Fucking. Dare you. Reject me y/n I'm the only person who love you ONLY PERSON AND you spat in my face" he forcefully pushed you against the wall, trapping you from moving. You struggled to break free due to his height advantage, even trying to kick him. " No no no play nice" simpbur hissed behind his teeth pressing the gun closer to your temples.
A sharp pain was brought upon your shoulder making you struggle to get away even more, the rope and tape was now burning into your skin. " Please let me go.... Please..." You sobbed begging him to let you go. From what you could see in the dark, simpbur was standing behind you teeth buried Into you shoulder where in joins with your neck in the lil dip.
" you made me do this you hear YOu made ME DO THIS!!! I was trying to show you my love because I do love you so much. More than anyone else could. Now, I'm going to keep you safe in here until you can learn to play nice again" forcefully a cloth was placed over your face, bur pushed it closer into your face to speed up the process. Finally after a few seconds of you struggling your body went limp again. Dangling in his arms he sat behind you dragging your tied body to the floor to cuddle you and stroke your hair. " I will make you love me y/n"
Note: heyy imagine I haven't written in over 3 months big yikes I've been so fucking busy. But it's cool my requests are open lol.
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cryptidcruncher · 1 month
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doing a little merch interest test run of sorts, these are all from a while ago and were done from me drawing wilbur daily BUT they can now be found as stickers on my redbubble
available here !!
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skretri · 10 months
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sorry i started to fall asleep at the phantom one
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lillylvjy · 3 months
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Be my (be my baby)
notes; hey! So this is long over due- was supposed to be part of Halloween but never got to it. Also this fic is a bit fucked up but, recently I’ve been doing research over horror movies and how they’re created and written. I’ve also done some analyzation over serial killers and criminals in college so I used all my knowledge to write this and- I hope you like it! And I know there is some plot holes and details missed, if people like this I’ll do another fic like this, it was super fun to write and yeah! Yes this is very inspired by Carrie and scream. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!!! If it’s not for you, don’t read it.
warnings; DEAD DOVE: do not eat!, murder, massacre?, blood, bleeding out, choking on blood, insanity, feeling good about killing someone, Simpbur low key manipulates reader a bit, someone tied up, reader stabs someone but doesn’t kill anyone, simp kills a shit ton of people, simp and you go insane at the end ngl, kissing, cheating?, bets, trying to sleep with someone, suggestive, and if I missed anything please tell me! This fic is already fucked up as it is so please tell me!
ALSO!!! I suggest 16+ for this! But I don’t control what you guys read so read with caution. And please for god sake, READ THE WARNINGS!
wc; 2.5k
who; Simpbur x reader
edited: yes. (As much as I could)
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It all happened in a blur. One second you were laughing and dancing, and the next you were screaming and crying as random people started dropping to the floor, blood slowly seeping out of them.
Soon random people became almost the whole student body that attended. People scurrying to get out, none made it, the doors were locked.
Quickly running to the next close exit, you tried to push it open. And again. And one more time.
Locked.
You quickly looked around to see more people on the floor, gasping for air as the blood painted the gym floor, walls, bleachers. Looking across the gym from you, another exit, leading to the hallways. You quickly took off your shoes and ran like hell.
‘Why didn’t they come after you yet? What was this for?!’ Your mind screamed over the loud music still playing on the speakers. Of course the dance had to be Oldies but Goodies themed, with various fifty and sixty love and dance songs playing.
Running at the door with full impact, taking notice that you were the only one left really alive, busting the door open and looking both ways, one leading to the cafeteria and one leading to the back of the school. You took your chances.
You took a right to the back of the school, thinking it’d be an easier way out and hiding from whoever the fuck was doing this. As you ran, the music transferred to the speakers all over the school.
Be my baby by The Ronettes blasted as you heard an ear piercing scream be cut short by gasping and gurgling a couple feet away. Halting your run, panting but being as silent as you can, you slowly turn around and see a girl lying limp on the ground, blood pooling all around her as she stared blankly at the ceiling , life seeping out of her every second.
You placed a hand over your mouth to hold back sobs as you lean down and closed her eyelids, not wanting to look into the plain eyes anymore. The music felt like it got louder as your head pounded at everything going on. Where were the teachers? Where was all the trusted adults you were supposed to have? Or did they-
No. You needed to stop thinking and start running and finding an exit. Quickly getting up you, turned around and started jogging before turning right again and running into something, or someone.
You screamed as you hide yourself, getting ready for the sharp impact of a knife or something.
“Y/n? Oh my god-“ you heard the person say and arms engulf you into a hug. You quickly opened your eyes and pushed the person away so you could see them.
Wilbur.
Pulling him back into you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his neck, wanting to hide from whatever the fuck was happening.
Wil has been your best friend since you were babies, both of your moms being best friends as well and wanting to have you both grow up with each other. That worked out as to see you both were inseparable since day 1, him being a couple months older than you. Now you didn’t know whether this would be your last time holding him or not.
“Wil, what’s happening?” You asked the tall man in front of you as he cupped your face.
“I don’t know but we better start going if we want to get out alive, I have a place we can go and hide, trust me?” Wil held his hand out for you to take as you stared at him with wide eyes.
“Always.” You placed your hand in his as he nodded and started to run with you, side by side, desperately trying to get out of any situation that’d lead to be face to face with the person doing this.
As you ran, you saw each teacher attending the dance in their classroom, lying limp on their desk or sitting in their desk chairs with blood soaking their clothes and eyes still open. A shiver tan down your spine as you placed a hand over your mouth, holding back a sob.
Wilbur took a quick left turn up the stairs and dragged you to the last classroom in the hallway. The science lab.
As he turned and got into the classroom, he quickly stopped. You followed in shortly looking at him questionably.
“Wil what- oh my god, Luke!” You quickly rushed over once you saw him in the chair, a rag towel in his mouth and rope binding him to the chair. Luke was the guy you were going out with as to recent and the lead quarterback of the football team. Nothing romantic yet just some dates here and there to get to know each other more. He was your date to homecoming that you thought ditched you for some cheerleader but apparently he’d been kidnapped by god knows who.
You quickly pulled the towel out of his mouth and cupped his cheek as he slowly came too. “Luke? Luke, hey can you hear me? Wil I need help! Luke who did this to you?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes and looked relieved to see you.
“I don’t know, I think I blacked out.” He said, his voice hoarse and gone. You quickly sighed as you examined the ties in the rope.
“Ok, Wil can I please get som- Wil?” Your voice lowered as you saw Wil looking at the two of you, eyes full of dread, anger and revenge. You quickly stood up as you slowly walked towards him but stopped once he slowly started laughing and a smile appeared on his once blank face.
Wilbur reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a knife, one that was still ridden with blood. He looked at it before point it at you. “You know, this all happened because of you darling. You did this. You decided to ignore all my affections and admirations for this prick who doesn’t even care about you! I care! Not him! I did this for you.” Wil got close enough to you that you could feel his breath against your face. He brought the knife closer to your face and gently ran it down your cheek one as you stood there stone faced. “And you’re going to finish it, isn’t that right darling?”
Your cold, unfazed face quickly turned into one of excitement and joy as a smile adorned your face and you bit your bottom lip to contain it. You quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your level and pushed your lips onto his, not minding the gasp they both heard from the unwanted guest.
You quickly reached into Wil’s jacket and pulled out the extra knife you placed in there earlier that night as you tugged him closer to you, one arm around your waist and one hand around your neck.
Wil pushed you away slightly. “Hmm not now, we still have business to take care of love.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to do this in front of him? Make him suffer even more?” You asked the man in front of you as you fixed his tie. Wilbur smirked as he looked down at you, amused at your sudden demeanor change. He loved it.
“Yes I did, but let’s do it after we deal with this fucking cunt.” Wil whispered in your ear as he pecked your neck and turned you around. “Now darling, what do we do with people who think they can just come in here and expect us to just forget all the shit they’ve put us through with their charm?” Wil asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
You pretended to think as you brought the knife up to your lips and tapped lightly. “Um… oh! You make their life a living hell.”
“Exactly, good job darling! So, wanna do the honors?” Wil asked as he placed his hands on your hips and stepped away from you.
“Can I say something to him quickly?” You asked your partner as he hummed, agreeing with what you wanted. He let go of your waist as you started walking forward.
“Don’t you dare come near me.” Luke hissed out as you walked up to him. You smiled at him as you meant down, face to face with him as you tapped his cheek with the blunt side of the knife.
“Oh but I thought you wanted me near you all the time? That’s why you started going on dates with me yeah?” Luke looked away from your eyes as you brought the knife to his forehead and moves pieces of his hair back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I heard what you did. Made a little bet with your friends to see if you could get in my pants? Think I’m worth it now? After everything you did to me and called me? Think I would just accept something like that from you so quickly?!” You started to tear up as thoughts ran through your head. Frustration and sadness ran through your whole body. He didn’t understand that what he did still had an effect on you. It will always have an effect on you. He humiliated you throughout he school years and thinks he can just come in here and get some? Hell no.
Wil came up with this plan after you came to him crying about the whole situation. You knew the second he asked you out something was up, and your suspicions were right when you over heard the stupid cheerleaders making a fuzz about it in the back of class. Making fun of how small you were and how you were “easier”.
Wil was just as, maybe even more, angry than you were. That was when Wil told you he liked you and begged you not to say yes. You weren’t going to in the first place and after all that happened, you definitely weren’t. After that Wil came up with the idea for you to go out with him, play with him and drag it out as much as you could. Wil didn’t like hearing you shared a kiss with the bastard once or twice on the dates, but he let it slide when he saw you after and rid of the scent of his nasty cologne and disgusting kiss on your lips.
But after Wil over heard Luke in class with his gang of idiot, taking in the information, he was fuming. Texting you immediately after, telling you to meet him at his car immediately. He told you all of it. Luke’s plan to finally get some and leave you after. It disgusted him knowing that he wanted to do that to you. His darling. He told you to avoid all forms of contact at all cost, not to let him to close but close enough not to be suspicious.
The plan was working. Get him to tired so he leaves you alone. But Wil wanted more, something else.
Revenge. For all of it. So he sat you down and told you the plan he had, and to say that you were terrified at first was an understatement. You were scared of Wilbur. But after you continued hearing things and going on dates and hearing all the stupid lies coming out of his mouth, you started to understand the plan. The reason behind it. So after Luke asked you to go with him to homecoming, you immediately went to Wil after a couple days of no contact or conversation and told him you were in. And to say that he was happy was an understatement. He was ecstatic. He had his partner in crime back.
Which leads you here, in this moment on the verge of seeing red and snapping this mans neck.
“You ruined my years in school since I was a kid because you convinced everyone that I should be a loner and i deserved it, since my dad never loved me and my moms a drunk. I was the weird kid yeah? Remember those words? I do. They’re engraved in my fucking mind because of you!” You screamed in his face as he flinch back. You quickly stood up and looked down at him with a flat expression. “And I believed it. Until I met Wil. He actually cared enough to get to know me. He cared enough to be my friend. And that’s more than I could ask for. But you, you can’t get enough of seeing me suffer yeah? Seeing me crumple into a little ball and ruining my life. Well buddy boy-“ you lightly pat his face as Wilbur comes behind you and smiles at the boy. “That’s exactly what we’re going to be doing to you but in a more… painful way.”
You finished off as you plunged your knife into his stomach, feeling a rush adrenaline run through you. You didn’t want to do this, but he deserved it, for all the pain he put you through. And you guys already did enough damages so why not a little more.
You took the knife out as you heard him gasp and hiss in pain and uncomfortable.
“You’re fucking crazy.” Luke said as curled in on himself, trying to stop the pain at any cost.
Wil scoffed as he pulled the man’s head back by his hair and leant down close to him. “Go to hell.” He hissed in his face as he shoved the knife into the blondes chest and stepped back as he yelled and the gasping started.
The scene wasn’t pretty. The boy had blood running out of his mouth and down his tux, not that it wasn’t already ruined by the wounds he sported. Yet the adrenaline kept rushing through you like a wave that never stopped. It almost brought you joy to see him like this . To see him slowly dying as all the tension and heartache from the past years slowly drain out of you.
You didn’t know you were crying until Wil cupped your face and cooed at you, wiping your tears away as he put your head in his chest, running his hands through your hair.
“We did the right thing love. These people were not kind to us. They deserved it. You’ll realize that soon, I promise. But now we have to leave, ok? We can get food and crash at my house and talk about this all. Ok? Trust me?” Wil told you as the music over the speakers continued but you weren’t focused on them. Only on the man in front of you and what he was saying. You trusted him with your whole life and if you had to do whatever he said, you would. Always.
You took his hands and pulled him out of the room, making sure everything that you guys brought and used was in hand. “Always. Now where are we eating?”
Wil smiled as tightened his grip on your hand and walked in line with you. “What about burgers?”
“Yeah, I could go for a burger.” You said with a smile on your face.
A smile that had nothing but pure joy and insanity as you tucked the knife away in Wil’s coat.
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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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YES WILBUR SOOT SMUT>>>
Requesting y/n playing Minecraft and streaming while her bf will rails her telling her to hush ever so sweetly <333
Or drunk Wilbur being needy <3333
Fun stream | simpbur
Thank you for this request, I loved it! I'd love to write drunk Simpbur being needy as well, hopefully I won't forget:D
requests are open: I write almost everything (smut, fluff, angst. you name it) for anyone:)
warnings: smut, dom! Simpbur, sub! reader, fingering, chance of getting caught, no condom (you are on BC in this lol)
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It was one of those chill Minecraft streams with your friends. You definitely weren't as famous as Wilbur, but you had your close group of viewers. However, Tommy decided to join you with streaming today, so the numbers were way higher than usual, making you slightly nervous.
Tommy was just laughing like a maniac when you heard a quiet knock on your door. You quickly turned your mic off and told the person to come in. Wilburs head popped in.
,,Are you streaming with a camera?`` he asked, still hiding his body behind the door.
,,No, is something wrong? How was your rehearsal?`` you smiled at your boyfriend, who came to your room. His hair was wet, because of the bad weather.
,,Yeah it was great. Go back to streaming now, I will just hang out here with you`` he said while unmuting your mic. You quickly apologised for being away to your friends and got back to playing. You were just answering a question from chat, when you felt Wilbur get up from his chair. You thought that maybe he got bored or something, but he didn't leave the room. He stood next to you, grabbing you gently by your arm, making you stand up. He put a finger to his lips, making sure you understood to be quiet. You really didn't know what was happening
,,Y/N, are you okay there?`` you heard one of your friends ask while they hit you in the game. You turned back to the screen, seeing everyone's Minecraft character stand in front of you.
,,Yes, sorry. I got an email and I needed to read it`` you said looking at Wilbur with cringe in your face. Email? Who reads emails during streaming?
,,Continue playing, nothing is happening to you`` Wilbur whispered in your ear and pushing your gaming chair to the side. He made you face the monitors, and you did what he told you. You got back to playing.
You felt one of his hands on your hip and the other pushing your back to make you arch a little bit. You understood what he wanted to do, and you wanted to tell him to wait with this, but when you turned your head to him, he grabbed it and turned it back to the screen. You felt his hands trace your body. He was enjoying every touch he got. He grabbed your sweatpants and pulled them to your ankles. He got back up, roughly squeezing your ass.
,,I haven't tried fish and chips guys. I literally hate the idea of it`` you answered another question from your chat, while trying to sound as calm as possible. You were hoping Wilbur only wanted to look at you like that, but he obviously had something else on his mind. He was positioned behind you, pressing his crotch to your almost bare ass, while giving your back light kisses. You were so sensitive to his touch.
He quickly pulled your panties down to your sweatpants. You didn't even have time to react when you felt one of his fingers on your clit. He started making circular motions, making you arch even more. You quickly muted your mic again and moaned loudly. His finger stopped, making you moan in protest. You felt stinging pain on your ass when he slapped it. You were lying down with your chest on your table for some support. He lowered himself to your ear.
,,Now that's not what we are going to do`` he said while unmuting the mic again, going back to his previous position. He went back to work with his long fingers. Then you felt one of his fingers enter your pussy. You bit your lip, trying not to make any noise. He was fingering you fast. He was playing with your wet pussy like that for some time. You, for your own surprise, were keeping quiet. Sometimes you had to close your eyes and dig your nails to the wooded table. He stopped with fingering you, making you think that it was over. You just answered Tommy's question when you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance. You quickly finished your sentence, and then you pressed yourself more on his cock. You heard a light chuckle and then a whisper in your ear
,,Such a slut for me, huh? Stay quiet now`` he said while slowly pushing himself inside you. A soft moan escaped your lips, but you were sure no one could hear that. You never really got used to his size. He always stretched you out so good. When he pushed himself all in, he waited a few seconds, so you could get at least a little bit used to him, slowly stroking your thigh. He grabbed your hips and slowly started moving. You pushed your body weight on the table, knowing your legs would give up soon. His breath was heavy, and his fingers were digging in your skin. Without any warning, he sped up his pace, making you moan. It wasn't a loud one, but definitely not a quiet one. You put your head on your arm, muffling the noises. He was definitely not trying too hard to keep you quiet. His thrusts were fast and hard. You wanted to cry. Soft whimpers escaped your lips
,,Shh... you're okay`` he was almost lying on you, whispering in your ear again. He gave you a kiss on your cheek, checking your chat if anyone commented anything. He never slowed down a bit. Ruining you with his cock. You started feeling every movement way too much, knowing your orgasm was coming. He knew your body well, so he knew that it was coming as well. He put his fingers on your clit again, making you feel even better.
,,Just a little longer, angel`` he said with a sweet voice, kissing your back again. You had to bit in your arm now, tears coming from your eyes. He hushed you a few more times before reaching to your mic and mutting it for the last time. He grabbed your hips again and fucked you even harder.
,,Wilbur, fuck, please`` your cried out. Your breathing was shallow. You wanted him to make you cum so bad. And who was he to deny it?
,,You are such a good girl for me`` he said mostly to himself, making you moan in agreement. You felt your stomach tighten and then your orgasm hit you. You finally moaned out loud. He always made your orgasms last so long, not stopping once it hits you. This time wasn't any different. You were riding it out, while Wilbur was still fucking you, making you squirm in place. You started to feel overstimulated.
,,Stay still`` he groaned, throwing his head back, with his lips party open. You wanted to be good from him, so that was what you did. The over stimulation turned back to pleasure again. Wilbur was never able to last too long with you. Your body having complete power over him. He squeezed your hips even harder, thrusting a few more times before cumming inside you. He stayed in you for a few more seconds, trying to catch his breath. He then pulled himself out, watching the cum slowly dripping out.
,,I need to take a shower`` you said quietly, feeling the cum on your thighs now.
,,Go do that, I will end the stream, and then I cook you dinner? Your favorite meal?`` he said lovingly, helping you stand up. He gave you a kiss and then sat in your chair, unmuting the mic.
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toiletwipes · 2 years
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Two Perverts. 18+.
Summary: As you commute to your work and the occasional lunch, you would pass a particularly handsome fellow. Of course, as plain as you believe yourself to be, you could never ask him out or even for his phone number. Yet when you finally meet him, under the pretenses that he's dating your cousin, Kennedy, your heart shatters. Yet, in the space of fantasy and the corners of your mind, you're okay with your fate. Because in your head, you can have a piece of him then. Only then. You're more than okay with this. (Simpbur is not.)
~5k words.
warning: somno, unprotected sex, stalking, gn pronouns + afab body (if i miss something pls let me know)
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You could hardly hold back a grin, biting down on your uplifted lips and hands gripping the edges of your shirt. Headphones plugged inside of your ears streamlined a particular song in your head, and you couldn't help the happiness bubbling inside.
It was an addicting song and you had plans to meet with some family you've missed, making this a good bus ride.
Not to mention, when you got off and headed towards your usual lunch joint, you typically passed a very… nice guy. His face made you want to melt into a puddle, you'll admit but that's because you think it's a general consensus, you think if you asked anybody else they would also say it.
Though, when the bus slows down and you make your way through the slight pouring rain with an umbrella in your hand, you didn't find any good-looking men you passed by on the daily. A little let-down, but nothing you were going to stop your good day, the song continuing to make you giddy.
Easy enough to enter the little diner on the corner, you find yourself stuck in front of the door, heart stopping as you watch your grandmother fret over this devilishly handsome man with your cousin sitting in front of him. You wanted to die a little on the inside. Your cousin, known to be quite the charmer, ran through women and men like they were disposable gloves. If she got her hands on him already, then it was too late for her chance. He would fall in love with her cousin and when she broke his heart, he would be too sad to stick around you.
If she already decided he was the one.
Taking a step towards the table, your grandmother turned her sights onto you, standing to greet you with a hug and kiss to the cheek, kissing her own cheek in return and getting a good squeeze out of her.
"Have you met Wilbur?" She gestures to the man sitting by her with a certain stare, reaching out with a hand and a small smile, a polite greeting. You smile back, shoving the butterflies down at the slightest shock when you shake his hand, relishing in the touch and trying not to eyeball his scruff. He made it look so good on him…
And your cousin goes on to tell the story about how they met in their shared geography class… about how they started dating and it's their three month anniversary. And how he was such a gentleman to your shared grandmother, so kind and so charming.
You think you managed to hide the disappointment, the little heartbreak tucked into your sleeve.
But in your mind, you didn't hold back any tears. So you had no chance? From the beginning, you didn't. He took the bus that he passed you to get to, he took that bus to go see your cousin.
You don't hesitate to greet the waiter that comes by to take your drink order.
You try not to be obvious, in your bitterness, that you were upset. Once your grandmother knew, the lady wouldn't stop until she knew why and only then would she try to make you feel better.
And it's humiliating.
To cry over somebody who was essentially a nobody to you. Just think about it, had he got on the bus for different reasons, would you have ever taken that chance and asked him out?
Just like she did?
You take another long sip, glancing away from the table as he looks at her with that dizzying smile. If only anybody looked at you like that.
Just another person who chose her over you. Another loss, no matter how small, cut deep in your heart. When would they choose you?
The lunch passes by in an excruciatingly slow hour, giving your grandma a squeeze and your cousin a side hug, Wilbur a glance and a wave bye as you hurried to the bus stop, going outside to be greeted with the rain again. You open your umbrella only to jump when Wilbur comes out and apologize, asking if he could join you, if you were heading to the bus stop. Your cousin and grandmother needed to stay to let the rain die down, as your cousin had driven the two here. But he had other things to do today, and needed to get on that bus. Preferably dry.
And because you're not a mean person, you nod, lifting your umbrella till your arm stretches a little to let him in your bubble. And as soon as you started walking, you knew you were in trouble when you inhaled the smell coming from him. A mix of deodorant and cologne, both subtle but such a good mix. So much so, you knew you were in trouble for wanting carpet burn between your thighs.
You berate yourself mentally, he's taken and he's taken by your cousin, your oh-so-beautiful cousin, the one everyone fawns over, adores and admires.
You know you have no claim to him, you were strangers before today, still, the burn in the back of your throat sticks even more so. And so, you keep walking with him, keep the distance as much as you can, until the bus stop arrives and you could stay under the shaded stand.
The bus ride is annoyingly long, and when you reached your stop, your surprise lasts alongside his, and when you explained your apartment was on the same path he was taking, he seemed more shocked than you.
"So is my apartment, what're the odds?" The chances… are in the millions, aren't they? And yet you stand in your apartment after having waved bye to not only your neighbor, but your cousin's boyfriend.
And the walls are so paper thin, your face burns at the thought. You always ignored the nagging thought, the one where you're too loud, the one where you know you've got neighbors and they need sleep as well.
But since you figured you would never meet them, them being your neighbors, it wasn't a problem to you.
However…
Now it is.
Now it is very much a problem, and you scream into your pillow, near tears as you knew you definitely jacked it off to him, thought about his handsome face, brown curly hair to tug on and of course, once he'd bumped into you and handed you your phone back, you had a good look at his long, thin fingers. And they felt cold, grazing them softly.
How good they'd feel pressing on the pad of your tongue, gagging you as he worked your thighs open, pressing himself between them and making it hard to keep your hands to yourself.
God and now that you knew his name? You're ruined.
Because as much as he is hers, you can fantasize as much as you want as long as nothing happens.
In your mind, you can have a piece of him.
But you'd have to be quiet.
     
It has been a total of two days and you are most definitely screwed.
After making an oath of being quiet, of staying away from Wilbur, you have found yourself bracing for opening this door because you have not been quiet this last hour.
No, you got home and upon hearing nothing in the next apartment, not even the A.C., you think to yourself, it's safe to masterbate, it has to be. He's obviously not home.
And when you undressed yourself, you imagined his hands, his hands pressing themselves into you, his mouth covering yours and then travelling down to-
"Wilbur…" a sigh left you, high and strung-out as your hand moves faster, dying for that tight coil in your tummy to release, to let you cry his name out and imagine he had done this, not yourself.
And that's when you heard footsteps in the wall behind your bed. Your eyes open as your hand stills, mouth wide open, trying to hear for more and that's when they pad away, a distant front door opening and closing. Sitting up and fixing a robe over yourself, you felt panic swell inside of your chest, harder to breathe in and out as you hear it.
A faithful knock on your door and then the soft call of your name. You cover your mouth, eyes prickling with tears but you wipe them away, pulling yourself together as you tie the cords to the robe tighter around yourself and hold a hand above the doorknob. Shaking only a little bit, you try to convey a normal but confused expression.
"Wilbur, what's going on?" A harsh blush dusted his cheeks and the shells of his ears, had he heard?
"I- uh, well I heard you say my name but I'm not sure if you were okay? You sounded like you were hurt?"
He definitely fucking heard you.
But he is an adult, he probably knows that you weren't hurt, that you were only imagining him saying only the filthiest things in your ear, panting and moaning and sounding wrecked as you were. He had to have known that you weren't, quote-unquote, hurt.
You hummed, looking out to the hallway, before looking back and shaking your head, "not hurt, but thanks for checking," you briefly smiled, before moving to close the door when his hand came to push against his, a soff baying noise coming from his throat. You blink several times at him as you widen the door, and he can't look at you straight on, but he does calm down with his flustered face. The red is now softer, more pink than anything.
"I was wondering, since you're not hurt, maybe we could… watch a movie, have dinner? Kennedy is stuck at work for several more hours.." his words kept trailing off, like he didn't know what he was going to say or if he meant to say them. Regardless, you bite your lip. You're already on the edge and being in close quarters with him?
You're pathetic but not this pathetic.
Apparently you are, because the next ten minutes were spent getting dressed in reasonably comfortable sweats and an old, oversized t-shirt, and your softest socks covering your feet from the cold floor.
And when you exit your bedroom, you find Wilbur on his phone, ordering food for delivery. His eyes lift, moving from your TV to your eyes, dipping below to look at you.
For the most part, you ignore it, settling into the spot next to him and pulling the throw blanket over yourself, leaning into the old material. Wilbur's phone meets his lap, tossed down unceremoniously, and you try to ignore the weird, unidentifiable look you know he's giving you.
The show he's pulled on is a time period piece, something you lose yourself in easy, only startling out of the trance it had you in when Wilbur stood to greet whoever was at the door. His phone lights up and you take a little glance, a small look as he lingers by the door.
It's your cousin, and she's… asking to know where he's at? What?
Looking away as the door closes, you smile at Wilbur and take hold of the styrofoam boxes, dealing with them accordingly. You'll just have to worry about that later. The food you're about to devour is making you drool, just a little bit at the corners of your mouth.
Annnnnnnnd the food's gone. You lean down to place the takeout box on the ground, turning in your spot on the couch, facing Wilbur as he keeps his eyes on the TV. You don't do anything, just look a little bit as you doze off into a food coma.
And with you knocked out cold, you had no idea that Wilbur turns to look at you, this time with an unabashed stare, he can look at you all he wants.
Look, being the key word.
He hesitates before reaching over, the tips of his fingers tickle on the apple of your cheeks, brushing away a stray eyelash. You hum, before leaning more into the couch, curling in the blanket a little more.
"So darling…" he hums to himself, before leaning over, close to your head and inhales deeply, taking in the soft smell of you. The fresh smell of laundry detergent and then your conditioner. So nice, you smelt so nice.
Because of course you did, of course you smelt nice and trusted him so much for just meeting him as your cousin's boyfriend. And just the thought of Kennedy, the slight obnoxious woman made his skin crawl.
But you…
Well. He is always just a little bit biased towards you, ever since he saw you on the bus, all alone and so quiet, quiet in your life and movements. But you were always breathtaking in everything you did. Made him harder than anyone else. And when you moaned his name so sweetly, he knew, knew that he had to see you then. Knew with a bit of time, you'd let him in and he'd get to taste you. From the sweat on your skin to the spit in your mouth to the cum leaking out of you, he'll taste all of you.
He'll have all of you.
He presses his mouth against the corner of yours, licking the little crumb sitting there off and finding you just as deep in your sleep before he'd gotten close.
You were so good to him, barely knew him but so nice, so good. He'll treat you for it. Soon.
  
  
When you woke up, you were tucked away into your bed and you moan just a little bit as your memory returns, Wilbur's quiet presence may have been helpful in your slight nap. Afterall, the voices in the show were low and he was so polite, eating just as quietly as he talked. And then there was the blanket. Covering you and shielding you from the AC's cold air.
And you fell asleep on the couch…
You cover your face as it burns quickly, your thoughts quickly doing the math and figuring out he carried you to bed. How embarrassing! You whine into your hands before falling back into your pillows, staring up at the ceiling before checking the time.
Just enough for a shower and a quick breakfast.
And if you get sidetracked, getting lost in the feel of the warm water and imagining a ghosting touch across your body then that's nobody's business and you grab a few snacks to shove in your bag, panicking when you can't find your keys immediately.
Relief sets in as you lock your door, trying to open it and failing to ease your mind, letting you leave with a bit of peace in your mind. You press the button for the elevator, tapping your foot mindlessly and getting in, leaning against the walls mindlessly. That's when Wilbur exits his apartment and waves you down, and you instinctively hold the elevator doors open.
Close quarters with him? Is that such a good idea? Especially with your budding admiration for his hands? Especially when your most reoccurring fantasy is the one where he chokes you while you ride him?
How you manage eye contact after that thought is beyond you, letting the door close after him and you press for the lobby.
Silence hangs in the air but not uncomfortably so, well, maybe for him. You were definitely stressing whether or not you looked even the slightest horny, hoping to keep your cool in check on the bus. But Wilbur curses besides you as you exit the building, saying he forgot something on his bed. He says goodbye and you're almost sorry to see him go. Almost.
You breathe out in relief, stepping inside the bus and taking a seat, glad you'll have the slightest amount of privacy and get to have your nasty thoughts.
What was it earlier? Getting choked by his hands while you sat on his dick? You sigh, smiling a little as you plug in your headphones, turning on that same addicting song while you think about making Wilbur toss his head back and moan your name.
While Wilbur had left something on his bed, it was just his wallet and then of course, the mold of a key to your apartment.
His heart in his chest as he checks it over, those moans from yesterday and all those days before the previous, he couldn't just sit in his apartment, twiddling his thumbs with his dick in his hand, when he could be hearing it in his ear.
You wanted him, really wanted him, and he wanted to give it to you. Even if he couldn't tell you or do it directly. He'll give it to you.
And when his phone rings from Kennedy, his eyes narrow.
Sure, getting with your cousin was necessary for the perfect meeting, seeing you flustered and turning in on yourself when you realized you were neighbors. You'll realize it's fate soon enough, if not already.
He couldn't wait for you to come back home tonight.
And your keys hit the table, clinking and ringing in the air as you lean down into a stretch, popping your back as your fingers graze the floorboards. And when you lean back into your feet, you come up and feel only a little bit taller, lighter in the spine if you will.
Dropping your bag on the couch, the only thing you take to your bedroom is your phone, turning on your cheap, bluetooth speaker along the way. Somebody's kid barfed on you today and you really, really would prefer going to bed early after scrubbing your skin.
Not that there was anything wrong with vomit, except everything wrong with it.
Made you feel icky, gross, disgusting even on the bus, made you feel like there were eyes on you at all times. (There was, but not because of the vomit.)
The warm water makes you melt, your bones turning to butter and if somebody took a comically large butter knife, they'd be able to split you into two masses of human butter. That is, if such things could happen.
But for now, you felt better, drying your skin off with a towel and laying down a dry one on your pillow. You were going to go to bed early, wake up a few hours before the sun and then enjoy, maybe, a period of intimacy with you and your vibrator. Just maybe.
And when you fall asleep, you don't realize you didn't even lock the door.
  
  
Wilbur smiles to himself, pocketing the key and opening the door with his jacket, being careful to close it before hitting the creaky range.
The door closes with a silent click, and he locks it for you.
Walking in, he notices all of the signs you're asleep. The first being your soft snores, the ones he waited for at night to hear before falling asleep himself.
He itches to move your things, move them to a pile where you can find it all, so easy, be there for you especially when your day is a little bit rougher than you're used to. Itches to hold you tight against him, pressing himself into your skin like a living, embedded, weighted blanket.
But that would have to wait, for now, there was the matter of you…
He found you curled like a fetus, and he couldn't help but stroke your cheek, just for a moment. You were so pure in this state. Eyes closed, mouth slightly open, chest rumbling with your snores. So alive when you're in between conscious and reality.
If only you'd let him in, closer and closer so he'd know you and only you. He'll get rid of your cousin, maybe not permanently, but he knows now, knows that you're not just going to do anything when he's taken by somebody close to you. (Well maybe not close, but at the very least, related to you.)
Let him in, he begs, in between snores and the silence. Let him in.
He nudges your face with his, remembering how deep of a sleeper you were when he carried you to bed last night. Breathing in your skin. Kissing your face slowly, moving to lean over you as his other hand came up to cradle jaw.
In your dream, you felt an itch at your face, the scratch of an unshaved face, and your dream morphed from the soap drama involving dolphins to Wilbur's face nuzzling yours as he pressed into you, groaning as he swallowed your own moans.
And truth be told, he was so close, so so close to you. Moving down, he gently peeled the blanket off, finding you in even less than what he saw last night. Loose shirt and tinier shorts. His mind latched onto it, repeating phrases and words, tongue sticking itself out to swipe his chapped lips. All for his eyes only, just for him to see. Only for him, all for him.
His hand slips under your shirt, pushing it up as his tongue reaches out, licking a strip from where the shorts begin above your belly button, to the nipples that began to harden from the cold and stimulation. Sucking and swirling on them, he bites just a tiny bit, tugging and pulling with his teeth while the other one tweaks with his forefinger and thumb, you shift in your sleep, snores coming to a stop and whiny, breathy moans escape your mouth, leaning into his touch just a tad. 
His mouth only moves to give the same treatment to the other nipple, before his hips twitch against your lower body, bucking slightly as he thought about fucking you and fucking you while you're waking up.
His mouth lets go of your nipple with a small pop, watching as you writhe beneath him and letting out those delicious moans and a tiny, "Wilbur, ahh," oh god, his pants needed to come off, his dick couldn't have possibly gotten harder but it did. It did and he wants to fuck you somewhere. Right between your legs, inside of you or using one of your hands or feet. But as he moved off the bed to take his pants off, something awful happened. You turned over and stretched onto your stomach, face-planting on your pillow, moving to sit up.
What a crazy fucking dream, you think to yourself, turning around and resting your back against the headboard. You glance around and see nothing out of the ordinary, not that you thought you would. It's just… his mouth felt incredibly real.
You slid out of your bed, heading towards the bathroom and barely closed the door.
Wilbur takes his chance and slides your closet door open, running out of your apartment with careful, silent footsteps. His heart beats next to his ear as he unlocks his door and acts like he just got home, laying down his own set of keys and re-placing his coat over the table. Moving to the thermostat, he turns the AC, desperate to feel something than the fire beneath his skin, licking his veins and teasing his erection. So close and yet, he's yet to fuck you.
But the world is not ending, you merely woke up.
Another day, another experience. Another time.
He had time.
The time that passes is relatively short. It'd been a total of two months before he'd attempt again. He'd broken up with Kennedy by then, unable to stand the way you deflated when her name flashed across the screen, hearing her talk about him so differently than what you've experienced.
He's been coming over more often, not that you're complaining. At all. He gets a little touchy, hands on your thigh, sliding up sometimes or even the times you've cuddled close to him, claiming it was all platonic. You may or may not have accidentally humped his leg, in your defense it was in your sleep, but still. The humiliation lasted for a while.
And then of course, the way he stared at you, got closer than before.
You welcomed it all. Especially when you got a call from a sobbing Kennedy that he'd broken up with her, the smile on your face and the giddiness in your heart was criminal. You offered her your shoulder, though you probably wouldn't have contained your smile.
She passed on your offer, determined to find a rebound and make herself forget him.
When you got this call, Wilbur was asleep on your couch, head tilted back with his face relaxed, hands unclenched on his thighs, which were spread out with his crotch so incredibly open. You felt like the worst friend, a pervert like no other. But… you couldn't help yourself, you lifted one leg and then the other, till you straddled his lap and grinded down onto his crotch, feeling him twitch under his pants. And that's when his hands flew to your waist, breath hitching as his nails dug in, eyes opening as he turned to see the person on top of him.
Forgive him for bucking up and grinding back, holding your hips down as he continued to grind, leaning forward to latch his mouth around your neck, your own breath caught in your throat.
Guttural moans left you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he bites and sucks marks into your neck, and that's when one of his hands dip between you two, beneath your waistband and find the elastic of your underwear. He didn't wait a second as his fingers, cold as ever, found your most sensitive spot and abused it, working his fingers in the way that made you see stars.
"Let me," he pants into your neck, pulling back so he could capture your lips into a searing kiss, "please let me fuck you." He moans even louder into your mouth, using his other arm to wrap around you and grind his crotch against yours. And how could you say no?
"Fffuck, please. Please fuck me." You barely finished your sentence when he picks you up off his lap, standing you on your feet when he slides your shorts down, taking you into his mouth and moans at the taste. You cry as you dig your fingers and wrap them around his brown curls, pulling on them to bring his mouth closer where you need him. Bucking into his face, he only takes it, letting you shake in his grasp as you ride out an orgasm like no other, not even when you hooked up with other guys, they never did anything like this to you, for you.
You push at his head when it starts to hurt a little, twitching from the overstimulation, "Will, please, s'too much now," and he hears you cry but he wants to do this for you, make you scream his name while he's at it. Become a regular complaint.
And when your eyes sting from the painful overstimulation, you cry his name, tugging harder and harder on his curls, but he only moans your name louder. Only ever comes off when he feels you start to tremble, and he stares up at you with your slick covering his face. And he feels powerful, licking his lips and pulling you down so you could taste yourself, his tongue snaking inside of your mouth and running over every groove of your mouth, every corner found and accounted for. He pulls away and tugs at the shirt you're still wearing. And only says just a few words. "Take these off," and you're nodding, slipping them off and kicking aside your shorts and underwear, before pulling on his shirt. Eyes pleading with him to do the same.
And how could he say no?
That's a question he'll continue to ask of himself for the rest of the night. Sure as anything, this night would be burned into his internal memory, but some of the best parts…
"Shit shit shit, Wilbur, I'm- fucking shit, I'm close," and he moves his hand away, using both of them to hold your hips down, nestling his cock deep inside of you.
"Not yet, just a little longer," he pleads a little, determined to make you whine even more. And you cry in the air, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder and grip them, trembling under his hands before you could breathe slightly easier.
"Okay, I'm go-good now." And his smile, god the way he smiled at you, you had to steal a kiss, the way he can be yours, even if just for one night.
And another moment when he was catching his breath, leaning over your back before sitting on his knees and pulling you up, so you'd be flushed up against him, your back to his chest and his dick nestled inside of your warm walls, twitching ever so slightly as he came down from his high. And you shifted in your position, leaning into his back and your head on his shoulder, you felt him tighten his arms around you, one circling around your waist and another reaching up to hold your throat. And where his fingers didn't cover your neck?
Of course, he had to cover them with marks, let people know, let them see how good he made you feel, let them see how you belong to him and only him.
Squeezing your neck experimentally, he's not that surprised when you grasp his wrist, moaning even more so when it's strained. And he was going to make sure to tease you for this for a long time, hips rocking against yours as he thought about pinning you to the front door by your throat and fucking you against it. Anybody walking by would hear how you'd cry his name, hear how good he fucks you. Everyone would know.
The night ends with you passing out from the sheer amount of times you came, well, your night ended like that. He'd fuck you as many times as he could before you woke up again, loving the way your body moved under him in your sleep, wrapping your legs around his waist and getting the better angles.
You whimper in your sleep but every time he stopped, you would whine even more. "Who knew my quiet neighbor would be such. A. Fucking. Whore?" He enunciates with a thrust between words after such, hands pawing at your chest as he chased his high for the nth time tonight.
When he finishes inside of your mouth and the time rolls around four in the morning, he pulls out and decides that as exhausted as he is… he has to clean you up. After all, he wants this to happen again. And he won't let you go after this, no, you're his. You're completely his and no one was going to take you away.
So, with a clean rag, he gets you clean as best he can, pulling your ass into some shorts and covering you with one of those oversized shirts… actually he used one of his, but you could find out in the morning.
Sliding under the covers next to you, he pulls you close to him, smelling a little like him and covered in his hickeys. He smiles as he presses a kiss into the side of your head, this night has just opened up so many filled with endless amounts of fun.
He couldn't wait.
Literally, he couldn't because you woke up with your legs over his shoulder and him pounding his dick inside of you, hitting your sweet spot over and over, making you cry and dig your nails into his back.
But also metaphorically too, he couldn't wait. You were his. (And he was yours, you'd think to yourself in the morning, watching the scratches on his back as he moved.)
And in the end, your cousin only found out after walking in on the two of you fucking on the kitchen table, she was going to convince him to get back with her, but seeing as he made eye contact with her and continued to fuck into you-
She'll have that talk with you later.
But for now, you're happier than you've been lately. And that's all that matters to you.
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[a/n]: ayo so this is kinda long so you should give me a big smooch for this 🥴
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anngelcake · 11 months
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SIMPBUR.exe
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I put my whole angelussy into this
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simbur-enthusiast · 1 year
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i believe hed follow the reader around in their shared home. not in fear of them leaving, but because hes curious. acting like a lost puppy until they trail right back to bed/his arms.
I totally agree
He’d follow you around while you’re just doing your daily activities, just watching with hearts in his eyes. He really was like a lost puppy. Curious about how you do everything. In love with everything you do no matter how simple or mundane. Every once and a while he’s latch onto your arm or tap his arms around you from over your shoulders, but you’d continue doing what you were doing. Until you’d eventually get pulled by him down onto the couch and get cuddled up to Simpbur.
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modx-reborn · 2 years
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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..."
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mynameisnotsoda · 1 month
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Question for the burs? critters? anyways, opinions on hugs or something
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dialogue bc my handwriting sucks:
dr mal: dont touch me.
rev: eh, dont hate it, dont love it.
adam: I used to not like hugs, but charlies are the best
tiny: I LOVE HUGS
robo will: maybe its just in my programming but I LOVE hugs!
simp: I LOOVE hugs but nobody wants me </3
keith: I adore hugs! and any sort of physical affection really..
now i go mimir zzzz
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Protectbur HC's
A/n: Protectbur is just something I call a very protective C!Wilbur. Maybe it'll catch on after this who knows 💅
Summary: Situationns where some of the -Bur variants get a little protective 🤍
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Vilbur
"Alright Wil, I'm going to Manberg to see Niki."
"Woah woah woah what? No you're not!"
"Wil it's just to see Niki. She's on our side, besides Schlatt isn't even around right now."
"I don't care! You're gonna stay right here where I can see you."
gets very worked up over little things like this
Going out to hunt, mining trips, etc. He doesn't want you accidentally finding one of his detonation sites or setting one off
Mostly his own paranoia rather than him actually trying to protect you
Revivebur
You'd be chatting with Quackity in Las Nevadas or just outside and Wilbur would spot you guys. Him being Quackity's nemesis and your lover would definitely create some immense tension
"Stay the fuck away from Y/N you two-bit capitalist."
"They came to see me!"
"They would never. They know you're a wanker, and a bloody liar. Stay away from them or you'll lose your other fucking eye got it?"
Very violent. Very unhinged
Phantombur
Fancy boi losing his shit? Don't mind if I do 💅
I don't really know the lore in Origins but I know that Fragrance Man is supposed to be sort of a creepy guy and I know there's something with Evilza so I'm looking into it. For now we're just using Fragrance bc we love Schlatt as a villain.
"Mind letting me go?"
"No no no, you smell strange. I need you to come with me so I can investigate."
Basically he'd try and kidnap you and guess what it's dusk so your boyfriend comes swooping from the shadows with a warning shot.
"Where the fuck did the arrow come from?!"
"Where do you think Arachnid?" Phantombur would reveal himself very dramatically and have an arrow notched already pointing over your shoulder into Fragrance Man's throat
"Hey now, no need to get violent there Wilbur."
"What the fuck were you doing with my darling huh Fragrance Man? Care to explain?"
Very menacing, especially with the green eyes glowing and the unfiltered rage
We love a spooky bitch
Simpbur
Obviously he's here. It wouldn't be a protection hc without our favorite yandere-ish variant
"I will blow your fuckin head off if you don't back the FUCK up right now."
Kind of a combination of Vilbur and Revivbur. Very violent and loud and commanding despite his usual background personality
Scares people off very easily with his height and anger. The first time he protected you you didn't know who he was
"Thanks and all but who are you?!"
"Wil Soot. Wilbur really, at your service."
Very formal despite his hammering heart. Kind of had been a stalker for a while so he knew very well how to make you smile
He landed a date with you after this so all's well that ends well...
It didn't end well for the guy that was harassing you to say the least
Ghostbur
Oh...you didn't think ol' Ghostbur could get protective did you? Never underestimate me my dears
"Y/N watch out!" Someone would try and warn you but be a little too late. Well they would anyways. Ghostbur's never late for his darling
"Didn't anyone tell you to stay away from things that aren't yours?"
Very smiley while he tends off whoever tried to harm you. This is the first time he's wielded a sword since he died so you'll have to pardon his disheveled appearance once he's done
"Are you alright?"
"Yea Ghostbur, I-I'm okay now. Thanks."
"Anytime darling."
Huffy puffy Ghosts Boy but he's smiling like a fool now that you're safe
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