#argbur is so done

[skretri]

He's sick of hearing him talk about the e-girl

[poggersbastard]

Sight-seeing

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[lillyspeakz]

…maybe how some burs would react to locktober… or chastity in general…

Oooooooo….. I have so many thoughts.

L’manbur: he doesn’t have an opinion on it at first, knowing when he has a challenge presented to him, he won’t back down. He’s super cocky at first, saying how it’ll be so easy and he’ll last. But once he gets hard after your relentless teasing one night, he’s begging you to take it off and let him cum. To let him fuck you or for you to ride him so good. He’d do anything. But you’re the only one that can take it off, so of course you make him wait the whole month, which makes him an even whiney bitch.

Pogtopiabur: he hates it. He doesn’t not like being in control of himself so the idea of doing it sounds terrible. But the promise of absolutely ruining you at the end of the month and letting him do whatever he wants, whenever, made the whole thing a bit better. So when he feels his dick straining against the cage, bucking into the air for anything, his sensitive cock rubbing against him, he remembers the promise you made him and deals with it all. Because sooner or later he’d have you in his position. (He would definitely make you do no nut November)

Ghostbur: guys he’s my sweet boy I would never do that to him. I’d give him anything he wants.

Revivebur: oh this man takes it like a champ! He’s a masochist for a reason. Every time he gets hard, he taunts you with it. Manspreads and presses his hips in the air to show off his hard cock when you look at him, smirking at you as he sees you rubbing your thighs together and face turning red. He reversed the roles, making you complain about his actions while he was the one being restrained from even fucking his hand, barely doing anything to make you whine about this all.

“Well this was your idea love… no stopping now. I’ve already started…”

Simpbur: whines the whole time, doesn’t even last a whole week. Why would you do that to him?! You know he can’t not fuck you, The second you put it on, his hips are desperately chasing your hand and his voice whining for you to take it off. I’m not lying, he’s most likely hard the whole fucking time. He’s a pathetic slut. When you finally take it off, it’s because your annoyed of his whines and complains on how he needs to cum and how much he needs to fuck you. So you decide to fuck him. Let’s just say- peg than ride. He deserves to be treated like a toy after that.

Incelbur: takes it all for you. If it makes you happy seeing him in pain and suffering for the whole month, especially when you look so fucking good, he’ll take it. He wants to show you he can be what you need, a strong man who can obey whatever you ask. A man that can trust you and he’ll take everything you give him. He does complain here and there, just wanting to fuck you and claim you as his. But he knows at the end of all of this he’ll be able to hold you close and fuck up into you all night, hearing your whines and moans that are all because of him.

Phantombur: he’s lowkey 50/50, he doesn’t hate the idea of it, but he isn’t sure if he wants to do it. So you compromise with him, if he leaves it on and wants to take it off for a few days or just be done, you’ll still count it as winning for him since he was such a good boy for you and tried. Oh and he tries. He goes for a solid week and a half before asking you to take it off, quickly grabbing you and grinding against you as you took it off.

“Never again, didn’t like it. Please, please let me fuck you!”

Argbur: doesn’t mind it until it strains against his cock. He lowkey forgets about it until he moves a certain way or you do something to turn him on. He doesn’t like the strain of it against his cock, the restrain making him whine and groan as the throbbing pain that shot through his lower abdomen made itself apparent. But other than that, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t complain, even when he’s hard because he knows he can do this back to you, and he will and he will make it hell.

c!wilbur: (Wilbur soot but Minecraft) secretly loves it yet complains any given moment. He likes annoying you with the fact that he has to be locked up for the rest of the month, unable to fuck you like he knows you need it. He also likes being restrained, being tested for long it takes him to finally give in and admit his lose. There is times where he gets really desperate whiney and he will not give you a break about it.

“Baby please, I bet you need a good dick down and fuck I need to feel you around me so-“

ghost!wilbur: fucking despises it! They never really had that when he was alive, still coming up with better condoms and ways to have safe sex. And now you tell him there’s a device where his cock can be in a sort of jail? For a month? Fuck no. It takes a lot of convincing from the man, once again the promise of getting to use you in any way he wants hanging in the air. He does in fact complain. He doesn’t whine, tho, just bitches about how uncomfortable he is and how anyone would like this. Does in fact tease you though, since he can go invisible….

“Ok fine, but I get out of this on Halloween so I can fuck you on the back porch”

vampirebur: this man is kinky…. Of course he likes it. He’s lived for centuries upon centuries trying new things with different people, yet what you want intrigued him. He’s never heard of it and frankly he’s pleasantly surprised, a device where he’s locked up and unable to do anything? Sign him up! He also incorporates you into it as well- if he doesn’t get to cum at all this month, well…. You have to cum everyday for him and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with how many you’ve had. And if you tell him you don’t want to cum one day, you lost and he wins, vise versa.

“C’mon dear, I have to make it fair! Now take your pants off and lie on your back.”

[spacebar2]

Finishing Bur-tobur because the people demand it (mainly I wanted to lol). Going out of order so I'll be counting the days left rather than the day I'm at.

Very simple, I might come back and add more to this but for now I'm done, only took an hour or so.

Days left: 26

Current day: Argbur

[trenchcoatsbi]

TAKE YOUR TIME ON THIS!! (Literally no rush)

can I get a argbur stim board with like winter and dark forest and coats with the colour black and a really light blue? -🪻

hi okay i know you said to take my time, but i cannot articulate how much nothing i have to do while i'm on break and how much i hate doing nothing so uh yeah.... I technically took my time, but uh in a silly little I waited for a like day before I went: "I SHOULD WORK RN!!" way

anyway yeah stimboard done and posted hope you like it. -phil

[sootburs9000]

BOP!!!

bits n’ pieces:

1 -❥ we r a system- however due to ordeals with other systems we will be refusing to call ourselves such after this post & interacting w/ syscourse and if u show u r anti-endo/similar or anti-otherkin we will block u due to prev stuff that happened w/ them. in case hard to read/understand, We don’t want any syscourse here, it will be deleted and/or ignored, anti-endos and anti-otherkin CAN theoretically interact but you are on THIN FUCKING ICE because of others of those types who interacted before. We don’t need to be “taught” about them and the “harm” they do to the community. So don’t even try it even as a fellow system or as a medical professional. Our stance is firm and bringing that shit up is distressing because of how it was done in the past.

2 -❥ We’ll call ourselves a “caffeine cabinet” and each other “blends” over the normal medical terms. This is a note about that for later reference

3 -❥We do not owe you any information about us otherwise, however we will state we are 20 years old bodily

4 -❥ this is primarily a blog for our various bur introjects and interps and such. Others (including me) might do some things to include the others due to knowing them or to talk about our own burs.(<- mum lied abt this this is actually now essentially just our mcytblr blog)

5 -❥we’re primarily english speaking however we r trying to get the body fluent in at least spanish and french for the q!introjects!! if we ever say something wrong we trust y’all to correct us

6 -❥ we do not like ds/mp, we do not involve ourselves with ds/mp or dr..m let alone the dr..m stans. so Please, do not come to us on that. :} we do however LOVE making ourselves interps/aus off it & ourselves: many here u find here r likely that. pls do NOT tag our posts as dr..m uncensored UNLESS for others to block it- we personally will tag them with a “emoticon masker” as a blocklist tag

7 -❥ Literally the only canon content of ds/mp we have is by having watched Technoblade’s streams: everything else is hear-say of people we know and trust to tell us about it back when it was happening. That is also the case of most interps and such here. We heavily don’t interact with the canon content most of the time: this however does not mean that we will not figure out how to make an interp, let alone an oc off literally 3+ emojis and each other’s brainrots

8 -❥ c!sbi is beloveds, along w/ c!karlnapity, c!beeduo and c!benchtrio

9 -❥ we mostly see things as queer platonic HOWEVER we r heavy /r beeduo & /r tntduo enjoyers, as well as wish /r karlnapity wasn’t touched by the fans since to our knowledge it was better left alone. We do look at /r d/nf but that’s specifically bc we have a G..rge and Dr..m pair of blends who had the entire xdnf bit be ENTIRELY a joke during their memories. Also there’s multiple polycules in the cabinet including it.

10 -❥ we don’t always vet who we reblogged from if they’re on our feed!! there’s a good chance we haven’t interacted with them in a long enough while we forget they exist besides sillies to point at later!!- if you know they’re a terf or some shit TELL US PLEASE!! we don’t like them and it is normally a mistake it they appear on our blog bc we followed them pre-terf bullshit or knowing such!!

11 -❥ tags on this will serve as a navigation of sorts. With that being said hope you enjoy your visit and such!!

ASK GAMES: 1,

CHALLENGE CHALLENGE!!!!: 1,

ANONS CLAIMED:

tags for specific blends:

she/they simpbur, Cupid’s: #cupid shot my heart

he/she l’manbur, Barclay’s: #✘✘✘

he/him argbur, Joe’s: #random joe

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

a twinge of eidolon WIP

by shitless

I glared, shivering at a coldness that ran through my body. I could never figure out why I had cold-shocks, it was the middle of summer. Then again, this was London. And my room was usually cold, but I turned off my AC every time it got too cold. That didn't seem to help.

I heard whispers in my ears at night, people talking clearly, but nobody were there. Ever, no matter how many times I looked and shouted "Hello," nobody ever answered back.

I was never a believer of the supernatural, but I had reason to believe something was happening. It only took me a matter of time to realize I was being haunted, and could see them.

It was myself I saw.

or

wilbur-is-haunted-by-his-past-selves-but-he-becomes-friends-with-them (in wilburs perspective, if you dont wanna read the notes :])

Words: 84, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Revivedbur (Dream SMP), Lmanbur (Dream SMP), Pogbur (Dream SMP), Incelbur, Simpbur, Argbur

Relationships: Wilbur Soot/Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: I'm Bad At Titles, I'm Bad At Summaries, Wilbur Soot is a Mess, Wilbur Soot is Bad at Feelings, TommyInnit is So Done (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity is So Whipped, somewhat qsmp?

[habeascorpseus]

ok imma keep it 100 with u guys. i feel like at this point, maaaaybe we should let go of the watcher shit. and not just because it's a tired concept based mostly off of a single fan-interpretation of the watchers from a fic only 10% of the fanbase has actually read- but also because at this point, it feels somewhat... disrespectful? like sure, death of the author and whatnot, but to me it's starting to feel like if wilbur soot- despite the dream smp, origins smp, lovejoy, and dozens of cameos on other series- was only known as the "arg guy" and argbur fics were 90% of what you got when you looked up his tag on ao3. he hasn't mentioned it much in the 3 years since it ended, certainly not to expand upon it, and he's done so much storytelling-wise since. which seems ridiculous to do, except that's what's happening to grian right now. grian's storytelling has always involved an element of cosmic horror and nostalgic distortion. he likes messing with concepts of the audience and simulated reality. he's a weird guy. but none of it has had to do with the watchers since, well, evo. and its beginning to get to a point that whenever something characteristically "strange" happens in a grian video, the whole fandom crying "WATCHER CRUMBS!" feels like they're shoving aside the story grian's trying to tell to make way for something he really isn't. and i will clarify, once again: to a point, that's fine. but at this point, I'm just saying that maybe we should stop asking for a hamburger and just eat the filet mignon the chef fucking gave us. because he's three years out of flipping burgers, and he's worked so so hard to improve his skill for the audience's and his own enjoyment.

[stellaricwriting]

kinktober - somnophilia

Somno/Sleepy Sex with Argbur/Editor Wilbur

warnings for somnophilia, dubcon, unsafe sex

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say you’re used to sharing a bed with your roommate, at this point. Between the failing electricity your landlord never got around to replacing and the below zero temperatures the winter brought, you’re both desensitized to grabbing your blankets and crawling into the other’s bed for warmth. Maybe for comfort sometimes, too.

He’s been gone more, lately. Out for days at a time, working on a project of his. You’re happy for him, in many ways, glad he has something to be passionate about, like this. But god, you wish he’d at least text you back and let you know he’s okay, especially on days like these when the already frigid temperature drops into the kind of cold that feels unreal. You check your phone as you double check the locks before bed, sighing at the lack of new notifications, and resign yourself to getting extra blankets out of storage to block out the cold.

You don’t really know when you fell asleep, your phone slipping out of your hand and falling under your pillows, but you become aware of it when you’re ripped from it by a loud noise. The room is pitch black, making you blink hard as your brain stutters, thinking you hadn’t opened your eyes yet, the absence of the lights of your electronics gone. Another blackout.

You startle when your bedroom door opens, but you feel only relief when you see Wilbur, buried in blankets, his phone flashlight on as he staggers into the room. You scoot over in bed automatically, letting him collapse next to you. He groans dramatically as he does, burrowing closer to where you were asleep, leeching off the warmth there, and you huff a laugh. He’s always craved warmth, almost desperately.

You move his phone so it’s lighting up the room, and start helping him bundle in, frowning when you realize he’s still wearing his coat and shoes. It takes some convincing to pull his face out of your blankets, but you manage to bully him into taking off his outerwear, pulling him back into bed the moment he’s done.

His phone light turns off as the battery dies, and you’re left lying together in darkness, face to face, blankets pulled up over your heads to keep in the warmth.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m home, by the way.”

You hide your laugh in your pillow, “I never would have guessed! Welcome home, Wil.”

You ask him how his project is going, listening to him ramble about it as you doze off. He never goes into the details, tries to be vague about it in a way that tips you off that it’s probably more than a little creepy, but you’re long used to him. You let his voice lull you back into sleep, sighing contently as you register the smell of some kind of cologne, and your last amused thought is that he must have put some on before coming home.

——

When you wake up again, it’s still dark, and you’re unwilling to spend enough time outside the blankets to check the power. In your sleep, you’ve changed positions. Wilbur’s arms tight around your waist, dragging you back into his chest, his face tucked into the nape of your neck. It’s endearing, the way he always ends up clinging to you.

You almost slip back into sleep, your eyes heavy and your roommate comfortable, when he shifts in his sleep, the hot breath of a sigh against your skin making you shiver. Then you feel the press of his hips, and your cheeks flush hot. God, he’s so hard, his hips rocking gently into yours as his grip tightens momentarily. You breathe out shakily, a hand fisting in the sheets as you hide your hot face in the pillow.

Your relationship with Wilbur has never gone there, before. He’s always been gorgeous, even when he’s a mess, and you can’t deny you’ve thought about it before, but you’ve never been brave enough to say something. You should pull away now, pretend it never happened, that you never guiltily basked in the way he pulled you close to grind against you in his sleep.

But you don’t.

You don’t, instead taking a shaking breath and experimentally rocking back against him, savoring in the way his hands fist in your sleep shirt, in the quiet, low groan against the back of your neck. It feels like sin, and you almost want to cry, that this is all you’ll get, that you’re such a pervert you’ve resorted to this.

You’re so caught up in it, the feeling of his cock pressed against you, the thought of more with him, that you barely notice when he goes still behind you, your hips still rocking back lazily. You do notice, however, the sharp breath he takes, and the quiet curse he lets out. The drawn out fuuuuck in a voice heavy with sleep is intoxicating, and you whimper before you can register that you should be pretending to sleep, pretending you’re not- not this kind of creep.

Wilbur is still behind you, and you think he’s even stopped breathing with how quiet he’s gone. You can feel tears of embarrassment pricking at your eyes, making you squeeze them shut, biting your lip at the thought of the conversation you’ll be having. Your mind is running, spiraling into anxiety and worst case scenarios, images of Wilbur calling you names, demanding you move out.

Then, his hands are tight on your hips, and he’s rolling his hips deliberately into yours once, twice, experimental and hard. The sudden stimulation makes you choke, half gasp and half whine of his name. You barely have time to process how you’ve given yourself away, because he’s groaning, loud and needy, and then his face is buried in your neck, pressing soft kisses over your pulse point.

“You’re- god- you’re awake, fuck… You want this, don’t you sweetheart?”

Your gasping reply is a needy whine of his name, a shy please as you tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, a squeak as he groans and nips at your skin. His hands slip up under your shirt, skimming over your stomach and up to grope your chest with greedy fingers. The way he squeezes your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, has you squirming against him, torn between pressing back into him more and arching your chest into his hands.

You can barely think past your own desperation, barely comprehend the words Wil is saying, the steady stream of desperate filth spilling from his lips between harsh bites and soft kisses. All you know is he’s wanted this for ages and you have no idea why he’s not inside you already. When you voice this, he goes still for a moment. Then, you’re being flipped onto your back, his hands sturdy and firm as he squeezes your thighs, settling between them and thrusting against you, only a few layers of cloth keeping you apart.

He stays like that for what feels like eternity, languidly grinding against you and listening to you whine, before he finally pulls away, just far enough to strip you down, abandoning your bottoms to the ocean of blankets but only shoving your shirt up enough to expose your chest.

You’re half expecting him to fuck into you right away, desperation making both your hands shake, but instead he tucks his face into your neck to mouth at your skin as he slides a finger, then two inside you. You tangle your hands in his hair, accidentally pulling as he curls his fingers up and makes you moan, loud and pleading. He preps you methodically, working you into a soaking, needy mess as he does, compliments moaned into your ear the whole time.

When he finally presses the head of his cock against you, you nearly sob. You didn’t know you could get this wet, but when he pushes in it’s effortless, filling you so perfectly your mind shorts out. He bottoms out and you’re in nirvana, in heaven, in every form of paradise all at once. You’re so full and he’s so deep inside you, he’s everywhere, cold hands smoothing over your hips and his mouth on your chest, pressing wet kisses down towards your ribs.

He rocks into you, gentle and sweet, and god, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever needed. His breath is shaky, moans slipping out through his stuttered praise, and it’s so clear he’s trying to hold back, trying to be good for you, and it’s so sweet you could almost cry.

Instead, you hook your legs behind his back and beg him to fucking ruin you.

He sobs on a moan, and obliges you, quickly shifting the pace until he’s pounding into you, making you wail. He pushes you over the edge so fast, and when you come it’s to a snarled chorus of mine, mine, mine.

He fucks into you almost mercilessly, lost in pleasure, and all you can do is cling, squeezing tight around him, and when he finally chokes on a final moan and comes, it’s to your needy plea for him to come inside, Wil- please!

He presses his forehead to yours as he comes down from the high, collapsing on top of you, only to roll to the side so you’re held by him again, and you nuzzle into his neck as you breathe.

You’ll have to talk, in the morning when you can both be clear headed adults, but for now you sink into his hold and savor the touch. He feels warm, a rarity for him, and you can feel his cum hot on your thigh as it leaks out of you. It’ll be gross later, but for now it just feels like another mark that proves you’re his.

You slip back into sleep quickly, but before you do, you could almost swear you hear a murmur of I love you.

[skretri]

hi, its the anon who has a hard time imaginin things, im here to spill some more thoughts!

Addin onto the CRPS idea, what if Simpbur also had a CRPS since (at least to me) simp n ghost fit into the same category of oingoli boingoli skrunkles. like maybs for simp its argbur(ofc), 100pbur, n utahbur? n ghost n simp are besties friends but each's crps gets SO annoyed with eachother like utahbur hurt ghost so ghosts crps hates utah n like revivebur hurt simp so simps crps hates revivebur.

ok that was too much explainin that probs could have been done easier but heres what i was gettin at: ghost n simp. tea party. invite each crps. the crps' just glarin at each other while simp n ghost pour them (n the stuffies, gotta have stuffies in a tea party) tea.

they all get forced into wearin princess dresses btw. by ghost n simp. to fit the party theme. the dresses are required.

-🪱❤️(possibly new anon??)

ghsheheh ngl this is so cute, and i think that would be like vvv canon

vil & rev doesn't know 2 much about these things so they're just staring at the others, and simps gets impressed w some things he didn't know about this

[stellaricwriting-archive]

Kinktober Day 1

Somno/Sleepy Sex with Argbur/Editor Wilbur

warnings for somnophilia, dubcon, unsafe sex

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It wouldn’t be a stretch to say you’re used to sharing a bed with your roommate, at this point. Between the failing electricity your landlord never got around to replacing and the below zero temperatures the winter brought, you’re both desensitized to grabbing your blankets and crawling into the other’s bed for warmth. Maybe for comfort sometimes, too. 

He’s been gone more, lately. Out for days at a time, working on a project of his. You’re happy for him, in many ways, glad he has something to be passionate about, like this. But god, you wish he’d at least text you back and let you know he’s okay, especially on days like these when the already frigid temperature drops into the kind of cold that feels unreal. You check your phone as you double check the locks before bed, sighing at the lack of new notifications, and resign yourself to getting extra blankets out of storage to block out the cold.

You don’t really know when you fell asleep, your phone slipping out of your hand and falling under your pillows, but you become aware of it when you’re ripped from it by a loud noise. The room is pitch black, making you blink hard as your brain stutters, thinking you hadn’t opened your eyes yet, the absence of the lights of your electronics gone. Another blackout. 

You startle when your bedroom door opens, but you feel only relief when you see Wilbur, buried in blankets, his phone flashlight on as he staggers into the room. You scoot over in bed automatically, letting him collapse next to you. He groans dramatically as he does, burrowing closer to where you were asleep, leeching off the warmth there, and you huff a laugh. He’s always craved warmth, almost desperately.

You move his phone so it’s lighting up the room, and start helping him bundle in, frowning when you realize he’s still wearing his coat and shoes. It takes some convincing to pull his face out of your blankets, but you manage to bully him into taking off his outerwear, pulling him back into bed the moment he’s done.

His phone light turns off as the battery dies, and you’re left lying together in darkness, face to face, blankets pulled up over your heads to keep in the warmth.

There’s a moment of silence.

“I’m home, by the way.”

You hide your laugh in your pillow, “I never would have guessed! Welcome home, Wil.”

You ask him how his project is going, listening to him ramble about it as you doze off. He never goes into the details, tries to be vague about it in a way that tips you off that it’s probably more than a little creepy, but you’re long used to him. You let his voice lull you back into sleep, sighing contently as you register the smell of some kind of cologne, and your last amused thought is that he must have put some on before coming home.

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When you wake up again, it’s still dark, and you’re unwilling to spend enough time outside the blankets to check the power. In your sleep, you’ve changed positions. Wilbur’s arms tight around your waist, dragging you back into his chest, his face tucked into the nape of your neck. It’s endearing, the way he always ends up clinging to you.

You almost slip back into sleep, your eyes heavy and your roommate comfortable, when he shifts in his sleep, the hot breath of a sigh against your skin making you shiver. Then you feel the press of his hips, and your cheeks flush hot. God, he’s so hard, his hips rocking gently into yours as his grip tightens momentarily. You breathe out shakily, a hand fisting in the sheets as you hide your hot face in the pillow. 

Your relationship with Wilbur has never gone there, before. He’s always been gorgeous, even when he’s a mess, and you can’t deny you’ve thought about it before, but you’ve never been brave enough to say something. You should pull away now, pretend it never happened, that you never guiltily basked in the way he pulled you close to grind against you in his sleep. 

But you don’t.

You don’t, instead taking a shaking breath and experimentally rocking back against him, savoring in the way his hands fist in your sleep shirt, in the quiet, low groan against the back of your neck. It feels like sin, and you almost want to cry, that this is all you’ll get, that you’re such a pervert you’ve resorted to this.

You’re so caught up in it, the feeling of his cock pressed against you, the thought of more with him, that you barely notice when he goes still behind you, your hips still rocking back lazily. You do notice, however, the sharp breath he takes, and the quiet curse he lets out. The drawn out fuuuuck in a voice heavy with sleep is intoxicating, and you whimper before you can register that you should be pretending to sleep, pretending you’re not- not this kind of creep.

Wilbur is still behind you, and you think he’s even stopped breathing with how quiet he’s gone. You can feel tears of embarrassment pricking at your eyes, making you squeeze them shut, biting your lip at the thought of the conversation you’ll be having. Your mind is running, spiraling into anxiety and worst case scenarios, images of Wilbur calling you names, demanding you move out.

Then, his hands are tight on your hips, and he’s rolling his hips deliberately into yours once, twice, experimental and hard. The sudden stimulation makes you choke, half gasp and half whine of his name. You barely have time to process how you’ve given yourself away, because he’s groaning, loud and needy, and then his face is buried in your neck, pressing soft kisses over your pulse point.

“You’re- god- you’re awake, fuck… You want this, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Your gasping reply is a needy whine of his name, a shy please as you tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, a squeak as he groans and nips at your skin. His hands slip up under your shirt, skimming over your stomach and up to grope your chest with greedy fingers. The way he squeezes your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, has you squirming against him, torn between pressing back into him more and arching your chest into his hands.

You can barely think past your own desperation, barely comprehend the words Wil is saying, the steady stream of desperate filth spilling from his lips between harsh bites and soft kisses. All you know is he’s wanted this for ages and you have no idea why he’s not inside you already. When you voice this, he goes still for a moment. Then, you’re being flipped onto your back, his hands sturdy and firm as he squeezes your thighs, settling between them and thrusting against you, only a few layers of cloth keeping you apart. 

He stays like that for what feels like eternity, languidly grinding against you and listening to you whine, before he finally pulls away, just far enough to strip you down, abandoning your bottoms to the ocean of blankets but only shoving your shirt up enough to expose your chest. 

You’re half expecting him to fuck into you right away, desperation making both your hands shake, but instead he tucks his face into your neck to mouth at your skin as he slides a finger, then two inside you. You tangle your hands in his hair, accidentally pulling as he curls his fingers up and makes you moan, loud and pleading. He preps you methodically, working you into a soaking, needy mess as he does, compliments moaned into your ear the whole time.

When he finally presses the head of his cock against you, you nearly sob. You didn’t know you could get this wet, but when he pushes in it’s effortless, filling you so perfectly your mind shorts out. He bottoms out and you’re in nirvana, in heaven, in every form of paradise all at once. You’re so full and he’s so deep inside you, he’s everywhere, cold hands smoothing over your hips and his mouth on your chest, pressing wet kisses down towards your ribs.

He rocks into you, gentle and sweet, and god, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever needed. His breath is shaky, moans slipping out through his stuttered praise, and it’s so clear he’s trying to hold back, trying to be good for you, and it’s so sweet you could almost cry.

Instead, you hook your legs behind his back and beg him to fucking ruin you.

He sobs on a moan, and obliges you, quickly shifting the pace until he’s pounding into you, making you wail. He pushes you over the edge so fast, and when you come it’s to a snarled chorus of mine, mine, mine. 

He fucks into you almost mercilessly, lost in pleasure, and all you can do is cling, squeezing tight around him, and when he finally chokes on a final moan and comes, it’s to your needy plea for him to come inside, Wil- please!

He presses his forehead to yours as he comes down from the high, collapsing on top of you, only to roll to the side so you’re held by him again, and you nuzzle into his neck as you breathe. 

You’ll have to talk, in the morning when you can both be clear headed adults, but for now you sink into his hold and savor the touch. He feels warm, a rarity for him, and you can feel his cum hot on your thigh as it leaks out of you. It’ll be gross later, but for now it just feels like another mark that proves you’re his.

You slip back into sleep quickly, but before you do, you could almost swear you hear a murmur of I love you.

[modx-reborn]

Still on my Argbur shit but I’ve come with my Sapnap shit as well. Blaze!Sapnap being a simp and wanting to eat reader out like a starved man. That is all.

-🙃

Oh hell yeah! LEs Go!

Sure your blaze hybrid partner had some interesting proclivities in the bed room but none would top how he would beg for this, plead and warble at you till he got what he wanted, smiling and chuffing little flames as he finally got you to agree to sitting on his face. having spent the day following you around, looming in the background and trying to help you at every chance he could, a hand on your thigh or his head on your shoulder to mutter at you when you were not busy.

But here he was, stripped half naked and waiting for you to straddle his face, to have you within reach of his mouth, god he would have begged and done so much more for the sight of you kneeling above him, cunt in his face waiting for him to press close and make you feel as good as he could.

There would be nothing that could top this moment, the second you nodded your head, sapnaps arms were locked around your thighs, pulling you close and getting to work, tongue laving across your folds searching for the exact pattern that would have you riding his face in tandem to how he ate you out.

He had already been moaning as he let the taste of you fill his mouth, but the moment your fingers tangled in his already messy hair he was done, loudly groaning and using how you tugged to guide his movements changing his hold on you to be able to slip two of his fingers in, curling his fingers as he laved at your clit. The way you were shaking and tugging was as good an indicator that he was making you feel good, but he wanted you staining his face with your slick, he wanted to taste you on his tongue for days.

He wanted to go out like this, eating you out like it was his last meal, like he had been starved and only you would be able to sate him.

Oh if only he had looked a little closer at his calendar, the desperation, the need, the unsatable heat and hunger, it all would have made so much more sense...

[somensfw-blue]

as I am now back, it is time for small horny thoughts before bed

L'manbur, the man who had it all, rambling on an on about every single thought he has in his brain as he fucks you, from praise, to bliss, to wonder. "gods you're just so wonderful like this beneath me, the view of your gorgeous self is as mesmerizing, like you are the prettiest work of art, my darling"

Vilbur, unhinged yet still somehow grasping sanity, for the first time since being kicked out of L'manberg he's gentle with you, to the point where you ask him about it only for him to reply "we've been through enough, didn't we love? time for us to catch a break, finally."

Ghostbur, exploring what it truly means to be alive with you, asking lots of innocent questions about sex as you ride him, the ghost choking up or moaning mid sentence and reader having to slow down to understand the sweet and innocent ghost, only for him to ask you to "p-please, do not stop. I n-need to understand what it feels like to be a-alive"

Simpbur, full of jealousy after you come back from a date, he pins you to the wall and decides to show you that he really deserves you the most. "no one else can make you feel like I do, no one can make you moan so sweet, tremble so much, or even look at them the way you look at me~ you know no one is worthy of your beauty and grace like I am dear~"

ARGbur, letting you ride him as he works; but only if you don't cum until he's done. pants are discarded as one of his hands is on his keyboard, while the other is on your hips, guiding you as you ride him while he switches between you and the monitor. "couldn't wait for me to be done with work huh? don't worry baby, I'll let you have whatever it is you need. only if you obey and not cum~ you can stop if you need, but don't cum until my entire focus is purely on you."

I think this is a fair amount of horny ideas for tonight. I will go to bed for now but I'll be back soon! enjoy the horny and take care!

~🌻 Anon

(P.S. - here, have some snacks, can't be horny on an empty stomach: 🍟🥨🍪🍿🍫🥓🍩��)

*cracks knuckles* okay let's get down to bid-niss

l'manbur - gods this man, very quickly gets to the point where he is so drunk on the feeling of you, on the sounds of you, that his eloquent words drawl together and become nothing but rambles and praises for the gorgeous person who he gets to claim as his. (of you want to interrupt his ramblings and have his voice crack, you have three options, depending on your position. 1) give his curls a strong tug, pull his attention where you want it. 2) take your mouth off his cock, and run your tongue over the veins. and 3) reach down and give his balls a gentle squeeze, give them some attention)

vilbur - "you're being so gentle, wil." the words are observant, confused, and a little desperate. it hasn't been long since being kicked from your home, but he quickly devolved, fucking your rough and harsh, relishing in leaving marks and having you scream his name. he kisses the corner of your mouth, using a gentle finger to move some hair that stuck to your forehead. "we deserve a break, after all of this, don't we? a time to slow down and just feel you."

ghostbur - of course, having all of wilbur's good memories means that he remembers what sex is like, especially sex with you. but those memories are fogged, both because of dying and because his mind always clouded when with you. so ghostbur wants to clear up those memories, understand truly why his body has the need to feel you. but he doesn't know how, so he asks you. and he doesn't stop asking you, even as your hips drop and roll forward so your hips meet, his cock his that spot inside of you that has your eyes roll back, and his words stutter. after struggling to force the question out three times, you slow your hips, leaving him completely inside of you but only shifting with your breaths. "n-no please don't stop. i'll fig-figure out talking later. i wan- i need to understand what it feels like to be alive."

simpbur - every date you went on, you made it clear to simpbur that you thought they were better than him. but he knew better, knew what you needed and what you deserved. you deserved better than they could ever give you. and maybe you knew it too, when you came home from another bad date or worse hookup and immediately collapsed into his always waiting arms. (and maybe once or twice, it went further than comforting hugs, but you always just called him your best friend) but he beat you to it, already waiting by the door for you to come home. the door was barely shut before you were pinned to it, one hand beside your head, the other on your hips, pulling them toward him. "you know that they can't fuck you like i can. can't make you moan and scream, make it hard for you to walk the next day. i don't know why you bother yourself with them, when we both know that i worship you, and make you feel better than anyone ever could."

ARGbur - (this shit is my kryptonite you don't understand. i am obsessed with 'riding s/o while they work bc you're needy') he didn't neglect you and your needs, that was a certainty, but sometimes while he worked your core started to ache and you needed to feel him inside of you. as soon as you walked in, he knew you were there, watching out the corner of his eye as you walked over to him. "can i ride you while you work?" you posed the question as if asking if he wanted food, and he just smiled. "only if you think you can keep from cumming until i'm done." you didn't know if you'd be able to, not really, but you nodded anyway and worked yourself out of your pants and underwear, before pulling his cock out of his trousers. every now and again, you felt one of his hands move to your hip and guide you as you slowly rocked on his cock. "i want you to have my full attention when you cum, love. give you everything you deserve. so just hold on."

(thank you for snacks!! snacks are always good!)

[avephelis]

so... that halloween stream sure was... something. arginnit? argbur?? i am losing my mind.

figured i'd ramble about what i noticed, because god knows this won't be leaving my brain for a good while.

ARGINNIT THEORY TIME

(EDIT 8/11/2021: Yea now Wilbur has confirmed it wasn't an ARG but I'm still keeping this up. Just think about it as speculation or a cool au. I think regardless of whether it was an ARG or a bit the art and theories and conversation about it were really cool and fun!)

"Tommy quotes are in quotations" "Wilbur quotes are bold" "Everyone else is italic"

chellepop's transcript of the Wilbur call from twitter (godsend)

This is in reference to Tubbo's "HALLOWEEN STREAM w/ Tommy Ranboo Aimsey Badlinu & Billzo" [YOUTUBE and TWITCH vod links]

Theories below cut!

Tommy is acting... off, even during the apple bobbing. On his second attempt for a minute it seems like he's trying to drown himself, and even for Tommy the level of his struggle seemed a little ridiculous

Theres a couple of comments about the cold (a la argbur), but i dunno how much that counts considering it's autumn over there and water generally does that to you. though, it is notable considering Tommy continues to keep piling on more warm layers, even when inside...

Tommy says he's had a "premonition", and Ranboo asks if they're going to die. It was definitely in reference to the apple bobbing vote, and probably a bit, but still notable

This interaction; "How was it drowning?" "Well it was uh- You know, I'll- I'll- I'll- I'll- ahh- I'll um be honest-" "I think you should've stayed for longer" "I saw-" [interjection] "I- I saw- I kinda saw my life flash before my eyes, I thought about all my memories, and then I thought, 'I haven't done enough, this sucks!' uhh- and then i got transcended back to the real world" - (again, probably a bit, but notable)

Throughout the stream, it's questioned as to why Tommy is even there. It's difficult to tell whether that's just teasing, or another indicator.

And then. ah yes. Wilbah phone call. Very spooky very cool (Tommy's acting is so enjoyable to watch). Just a couple notes because no way in hell am I breaking all of that down.

Wilbur sounds.... definitely off. Almost like an announcer/stereotypical horror movie antagonist (considering his history of using different voices and tones for different characters, this seems another indicator of an ARG)

Even considering the fact that Tommy is acting off, his single-minded focus on getting Wilbur to the camera/microphone is strange, but he seems almost skittish about the others being involved in the conversation

There are several references from Tommy about being forced to "do weird shit", "saying things [he doesn't] wanna say". Does this imply coercion? Possession?

Tommy and Wilbur's focus on "beating the hell out of Williams" was maybe a little bit suspicious... (y'know, with Will/Wilbur being derivative of William and all, especially given Billzo's frequent denial of of the name)

What the fuck is this Lamborghini shit

Obviously theres the part where Wilbur seems to be instructing Tommy to fight/harm/possibly kill one of his friends, sizing them up, trying to determine what weapons Tommy has experience with.

"The knives are out right now" "A knife's not gonna tear into it" "a knife's not gonna penetrate anyone" Probably talking about a human body, possibly talking about something... else (if this is going to involve spooky stuff like possession n shit, it could involve the paranormal)

"Can they get out, by the way, can they-" "No, no, they can't." "Okay, good, good" is... yeah. It's also interesting when considering that Tommy later seems to panic at the suggestion of being let back in/having doors unlocked when he's outside

Tommy seems very willing to put himself in harm's way, especially at Wilbur's suggestion (the drowning, threats of fighting, collapsing as soon as Wilbur says "Collapse down there.", etc.)

"The collapse went-" "It looks like it's on your friend, Will" "I can't anyway, I'm pinned down from the fall" ....???

Why did Wilbur want Tommy to unplug things/switch them off so badly? What happened during the blackout?

Why aren't you having a good Halloween Wimbly Scoot? What's going on? Huh?

And then there's the whole part where Tommy goes outside.

The first time, when he's outside the window, apart from being... generally weird, the whole breathing bit seems very off. Not sure whether there's something to decode there or just Tommy Shenanigans

When Tommy goes out a second time, there's a whole struggle with doors being locked and keys and whatnot

When Tubbo suggests to let Tommy in, he starts panicking immediately, yelling out protests, aggressively finger-pointing and banging on the window, running his hands through his hair, etc. Is it because he wants to keep them in, or keep something else out?

Tommy then disappears for about 6 minutes, in which Aimsey can't find him, before returning, covered in mud and leaves, and acting dissociated, disturbed, and near-catatonic.

I've seen loads of people saying the mud is possibly from digging a grave (which does seem like a likely scenario), but it is curious that Tommy has leaves in his hair, and looks otherwise dishevelled. Could this be a sign of a struggle? A scuffle? Can't be sure.

And a last couple of notes

I've seen several people talking about a point at which Tommy's blinks create the Morse Code for "stop", but I'm not sure which point it is, and am not familiar enough with morse to check it, unfortunately

The theory of Tommy/arginnit being controlled or possessed by Wilbur/argbur seems likely. Obviously, Tommy is acting off, Wilbur is commanding him, etc, but also in the sense that Tommy seems to be attempting to fight back, somehow? Between letting everyone hear the call, the "stop" blinking, and his panic at being let inside, at least. Perhaps the leaves and dirt, attempted drowning, and so on, weren't just instructions from Wilbur, but perhaps some rather violent/extreme attempts to stop himself/whoever it is from hurting everyone else...

If Tommy's resisting Wilbur somehow, it could also explain why Wilbur's Halloween don't seem to be going so great.

obviously this is all speculation, i don't claim to own anything lol, and it's too early to know anything for sure. but goddamn.

all tommyinnit and wilbur soot know is make personas, traumatise teenagers, eat hot chip and lie 😔

[kkoct-ik]

10 + 30 !!

10. sweaters!! or boxy t shirts. my favourite thing in the world is making clothing super boxy so whenever i have the opportunity to make that silhouette i go >:))

30. this stupid arginnit piece i think is unironically my favourite drawing ive done ever. this argbur in close second bcs i love how i rendered it lol. but i generally dont consider any of my stuff underrated!! i get a huge amt of support all things considered which im really thankful for <3

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

a twinge of eidolon WIP

by shitless

I glared, shivering at a coldness that ran through my body. I could never figure out why I had cold-shocks, it was the middle of summer. Then again, this was London. And my room was usually cold, but I turned off my AC every time it got too cold. That didn't seem to help.

I heard whispers in my ears at night, people talking clearly, but nobody were there. Ever, no matter how many times I looked and shouted "Hello," nobody ever answered back.

I was never a believer of the supernatural, but I had reason to believe something was happening. It only took me a matter of time to realize I was being haunted, and could see them.

It was myself I saw.

or

wilbur-is-haunted-by-his-past-selves-but-he-becomes-friends-with-them (in wilburs perspective, if you dont wanna read the notes :])

Words: 84, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Revivedbur (Dream SMP), Lmanbur (Dream SMP), Pogbur (Dream SMP), Incelbur, Simpbur, Argbur

Relationships: Wilbur Soot/Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: I'm Bad At Titles, I'm Bad At Summaries, Wilbur Soot is a Mess, Wilbur Soot is Bad at Feelings, TommyInnit is So Done (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity is So Whipped, somewhat qsmp?