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I've been really sick the last few days

So here are some soft thoughts to keep you up at night:

Phantombur giving you aftercare, telling you how good you did

Ghostbur kissing your four head while you fall asleep

Pogtopiabur cuddling up with you late at night

Simpbur comforting you when your sick

Dilfbur saying "I love you"

Dilfbur fucking you one day when you come over to check on him, one smut thought for good measures

-🌘 anon

oh no! i hope you feel better soon :(

phantombur - as you come back down, he's there, rubbing circles on your hips and back and arms, carefully wiping up the cum and spit with a warm washcloth. and he's muttering praises, telling you how good you did, how pretty you look and sounded, how he's so proud of you for taking him so well.

ghostbur - his cold lips press a kiss to your forehead, pausing a moment while you hum, a tired smile turning up the corners of your mouth, before he pulls away to let you fall asleep

vilbur - the ravine is cold, and damp, and having you curled into him, with his arm around you, is home for vilbur. you are warm, you are safe, you are his home, and you bring him freedom from thinking about his ravine. because while you are sound asleep, breath hitting his neck, he can only think about you

simpbur - he dotes on you, and it would be smothering if you weren't so out of it. your head was pounding, everything was too bright and too loud, and he was there with pain killers and the lights off.

dilf!wilbur 1 - he says it quietly, unsure of himself, maybe even hoping that you don't hear it. but you do, and your cheeks flush and you smile wide, giving him pecks all over his cheeks and lips before whispering "i love you, too"

dilf!wilbur 2 - fundy couldn't make it home for the holidays, and had sent you a message that his dad had been acting strange and asked you to check on him. when he opens the door, he looks the same as usual, except maybe a little more stressed. "fundy asked me to check on you?" you say it as a question, because his state has you unsure if you should be there. "i'm stressed, i know my texts have been short. i meant to apologise to him. i will, after i'm done with this report" (i have given him an office job but i'm open to job suggestions for dilf!wilbur). "maybe i can help?" you smile coyly, and he quickly takes your hand, drags you to the kitchen counter, and is quick to pull down your pants and underwear, and free his cock "i would love your help" and he pushes his fingers in quickly, spitting on his hand, rubbing his cock a couple times, then pushing into you quickly

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I'm at a cafe full of people so why not do some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Dilfbur fucking you in the school bathroom when he went to see fundy

Revivebur needing some emotional support through sex

Ghostbur wanting to tie you up

Puppy!reader being praised for being good by getting oral

L'manbur telling you how much he loves you

Gifting Godbur a vodo doll of yourself as he fucks it

Daddybur putting melted chocolate on your body and linking it off while holding eye contact

Pogtopiabur fucking you in front of a mirror

-🌘 anon

dilfbur - okay okay okay... being fundy's teacher and dilf!wilbur fucking you in the bathroom. it's parent-teacher interviews (those nights where your parents come in to talk to your teachers about how well you're doing n shit), and fundy stayed home being baby sat by phil, not wanting to come in and, knowing he would see you, wilbur was not opposed. you were the last of fundy's teachers wilbur was meeting. the whole time he was flirting, and if he wasn't the abundantly handsome man that he is, then you would not have humoured him. but you had been surprised he started flirting with you, and though you knew you shouldn't have, you encouraged him. the meeting ran late, and honestly turned more into a date than a parent-teacher interview. and eventually there was only a couple of teacher's left, the rest had gone home many of whom bid you goodnight as they moved past. and you lead him by the hand to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind you, before he had you pushed against the vanity counter, hand snaking up your shirt. "quickly, mr. soot. have to leave the school soon" he bit your neck before whispering against you "i know i've told you to call me wilbur, but i think i'm going to have to take that back"

revivebur - you take control, but not in a domming way. you just control the pace, control the position, all so you can reassure him that he's okay, that you love him, and that even though he is a different man, you still love him and still choose him. it's slow and intimate and as you both cum it's more gasps and soft moans and 'i love you's

ghostbur - he's shy when approaching you, but only a little. "i want to tie you up. can i tie you to the bed and fuck you tonight?" his voice is confident but he looks past you, hoping you won't get mad at him for asking it. "yes, please, ghostbur. i would- i would really like that"

knees held apart with your fingers tangled in their hair as they nip and suck at your sex and all the skin surrounding it, praises muttered against your inner thighs as you're told how good you have been

l'manbur - every thrust is punctuated with an i love you, as he kisses and bites at the skin on your neck and throat, and he praises you, compliments you, and you moan as he makes sure you know how much he loves you

godbur - mortal magic always fascinated god wilbur, and never more than when you handed him a doll that bared your likeness. "it's a voodoo doll. whatever you do to it, as long as you have the knot around it's ankle tied, i can feel" his eyes lit up with a lustful fascination. "anything? hm..." he tightens the knot before sliding a finger into the mimic of your hole on the doll. immediately you reach out and grasp his arm, moaning. "ugh- yes, will, hngg anything"

daddy!wilbur - melted chocolate is warm, and a little sticky, but your body is on fire as he stars you down and his tongue runs up your sternum. you want to grab at him, pull at his hair, but he told you to keep your hands by your side, so you do, no matter how much you need to touch him "tastes so sweet. and acting so good for daddy. i can feel your heartbeat under my tongue, but you're still being so good and keeping your hands to yourself. because you know the rule; no touching until all the chocolate is gone. and i'm not greedy, i'm gonna take my time. you think you can keep holding out for daddy?"

vilbur - my brain is in shambles so all your getting is what is left of my thoughts. leaning on bathroom vanity counter as he takes you from behind, staring at yourself in the large mirror, with his hand wrapped around your throat, head back against his shoulders but eyes alternating between the reflection of his eyes, and the reflection of his cock moving in and out of you

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I REMEMBER!! vilbur fucking you with the iconic 'wilbur silicon dick' and asking you if you can hear how wet you sound, how wet you get from his cock and his alone. Egotistical (egotesticle) and absolutely attractive bastard - 🐩

ooooh yes yes mmmm (let me be a little self indulgent here for a second in amongst this)

hands tied above your head to the bed post, vilbur sat between your spread legs. he moves the silicone replica in and out of you, an almost clinical fascination as he moves it. he angles it to make you writhe, making various different wet and squelching noises. he has a hand on your stomach, both to feel the dildo move within you, but also to keep you pinned. he's playing. you're just a toy in that moment, an experiment even. testing and prodding, just to see what happens.

"listen to how wet you are, darling. i'm barely touching you. bet you only get this dripping for me, me and my cock. don't even need the real thing. just this... imitation. but it's enough for you, isn't it?" his words are a playfully condescending, not mean or detached, but very much just... making observations about you and your state.

his hand slows, pushing the dildo all the way in then dragging it out again, and the hand pushing against your stomach moves to drag those stress-bitten nails down the skin of your thighs, leaving faint red marks in their wake. he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your naval.

"my pretty little toy. all mine"

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Ur ideas are too good stop im gonna have to booba bite omgomgomgkmgo. Being excited to finally sit on his cock and and and and get fucked by it and he knows that so he makes you cockqarm him bevause he is a big bastard but like a good one and and maybe you neg for him to fuck you because you've been good maybe even, ok in my case maybe even a good puppy idk!!!!!! Yes mhm i agree - 🐩

horny brain took a couple read throughs to realise you said big bastard and not just that he's big but he is so that's okay

ok. okok. this is like... full smut,,, also... afab

warnings um... spanking. that's really about it

you were sat half-naked on his lap on your shared makeshift bed just making out as one does. vilbur's hands running up your sides and groping your ass and you had your hands on his shoulders and arms and running through his hair. and adrenaline is pumping - it hasn't really stopped since you ran from Manburg - and your hips were moving on their own. it's only light, but it's enough to feel his cock starting to grow under you.

you'd fucked before - quickies, drawn out punishments, once or twice it was slow enough to be "making love" if you were at all in love and not just using each other's bodies - but it was always you on your back, or you bent over a table, or you against a wall. you had never ridden him. it's not like it was something either of you had discussed, not that you ever really discussed how he was going to fuck you (other than setting boundaries. and aftercare, he always softened so much during aftercare, almost like he was his old self. asking if everything was okay, asking if there was something you didn't enjoy as much)

"sweetheart if you keep doing that i'm not sure i'm going to be able to control myself." (of course, if you said no, he would always always stop immediately, so it was a soft warning). in response you pushed your hips down, a forceful grind into him, and you felt his leg twitch. "you asked for this." he shifted under you, nudging you to the side to roll you onto your back, but you dropped your weight, creating a resistance, which had him tilt a head and raise a brow.

almost lazily you dragged your mouth down his jaw leaving wet kisses.

"wanna ride you." the sound he let out came from deep in his throat, and you pulled back to meet his eyes. you dug your nails into the meat of his bicep, contrasted with the soft thumb on your opposite hand running over his cheekbone. his own fingers dug into your hips, likely leaving bruises. "please."

his head fell back with a groan, and with his grip on your hips he moved you against his covered hardon, but he quickly looks back at you

he pulls at the elastic band of your underwear, letting it go with a snap against your skin.

"these need off." you paused for a moment before the words fully registered. holy shit you were going to ride him. you swung your leg off and pulled them down off your legs, letting them fall somewhere behind you. wilbur pulled off his boxers, throwing them roughly in the direction of your own.

your mouth almost started watering as you watched him stroke his cock while you climbed back onto his lap. you had touched it, sucked it, been totally filled by his cock many times, but every time you saw it again, your thighs clenched and your mind stuttered. he was just... so long. not hugely thick but it definitely made your jaw ache every time.

"you take control. for now at least." you take over from his hand, dragging it up and down before hovering above the tip of his cock. his hands never left your waist as he stared at you. your scrunched your nose as you concentrated, collecting your slick as you moved his tip back and forth. "control doesn't mean you can take you time, doll."

one hand on his shoulder, the other keeping his cock in place, you slowly dropped your hips. you had to adjust to him slowly every time, but the change in angle meant taking it even slower. he hummed lowly, and you gasped when you slipped quicker than you had planned.

wilbur let out a groan, one that you mirrored though louder, when he finally bottomed out in you. you raised your hips cautiously, testing the feeling the new angle gave, gently rocking back and forth a little. then you got confident, comfortably feeling the drag of his cock at the new angle, and his grip on your hips tightened.

"okay." he bit you jaw softly. "control is mine." suddenly you were unable to move, his hands not letting you shift, simply sat on his cock, keeping it nice and warm.

you loved cockwarming him. with your mouth, with your cunt. but right now you needed to move. you needed him to be fucking up into you

"wil, please. lemme move." each vowel was dragged out, pleading with him. "baby, please wil-" he just tsked at you, giving your sides a squeeze before moving one hand down to give you a light spank

"i said 'control is mine'. and i want to use you to cockwarm me right now." you whined and tried wriggling your hips, earning you another spank. "just be patient, doll." dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you left open mouth kisses, resigning to his plan to keep you still.

then without warning, he gave another spank, then squeezed your reddening ass cheek, and wilbur moved his hips up to meet your own as he dragged you up and down his cock, one hand on your hip the other on your ass. you gasped into his neck, moaning against his skin.

wilbur set a harsh pace, your hips all but dropping down onto him, bottoming out with every thrust. his tip hit you deeply every time, and every time you let out a gasped moan. he had never hit so harshly so deep before and you were obsessed.

the new angle must have been great for wilbur too, because he had not stopped babbling praises. he tried to maintain control for ego's sake, but he couldn't help himself. when he wasn't muttering how you felt "so good baby god so warm around my cock taking me so well" he was moaning into your ear or the crown of your head.

the feeling bubbled up quickly, your toes starting to curl and your moans starting to pitch

"wil i'm- close, wil-" he only let out a moan in response, bringing one hand up to your jaw so that he could bring your mouth to his. the kiss was barely a kiss, just messy, lots of spit and tongue.

"wh- whenever you want." often, wilbur had you asking to cum, begging so he could drag it out. but whether it was from the new position, or from another factor that had his brain going haywire, wilbur himself was embarrassingly close to cumming far sooner than he had before.

being given permission to cum 'whenever you wanted' was new, and you were going to hold out as long as you could (which,,, probably wasn't going to be long, not when the hand that was holding your jaw had moved to making harsh and quick circles on your clit). but you wanted him to cum first. it was something that hadn't happened in a while, but it was that little bit of ego you wanted to have.

wilbur let out broken moan that ended in a gasp. his leg twitched, his fingers digging into your ass (and the other stilling for just a moment on your clit), before cumming with another loud and broken moan.

it wasn't long after - you still moving up and down his cock - that your own legs shook, toes curling and your eyes rolling back, cumming on his cock. wilbur continued moving you up and down, slightly slower than your previous pace, helping you drag out your orgasm

when you came back down, you stayed on his cock, the mix of your orgasms slowly leaking down wilbur's length. he softly pressed kisses on your cheeks, on your hair, all the while muttering how well you did

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Here are some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Imagine ghostbur being a dom

What would all the burs kinks be?

Imagine Revivebur asking you to Jerk him off

Imagine phantombur sneeking his hands up your shirt while you two are sleeping

Imagine pogtopia!wilbur having you tucked under the table sucking him off while being in a meeting with shlatt

Imagine Revivebur coming back only to get the memories of ghostbur, even the memories were ghostbur kissing you and getting jealous

-🌘 anon

(i'll get to kink listing at the end, probably under a cut)

ghostbur's voice as a dom? hmmm incredible. it's so soft but commanding

revivebur asking you to jerk him off would be so good. i have no idea how the situation would be approached but just sitting in front of him or laying next to him. laying next to him in just a little bit softer, lazier.

phantombur sliding his cold hands (idk i just reckon his hands are cold. phantoms are reptilian right? or.. isk i'm making shit up lmao) up under your shirt while you sleep, lazily running his hands over your chest, playing with your nipples. just generally groping you. other than your nipples he especially likes running his fingers over any raised scars you may have

pogtopiabur asking you to be under a desk sucking him off is so bastardbur. but we love bastardbur very much here. during the meeting it's less sucking him off (despite your best efforts, you make some wet noises with your spit, and he can't keep quite, you're just too good), and more cockwarming him with your mouth. happily under the desk with his cock resting in your mouth

revivebur getting ghostbur's memories, expecting just to get whatever intel that naive ghost accidentally gathered, only to have memories of kissing you. while he was glad that you didn't sleep with the ghost imitation of him, he's still jealous. he may act like he hates ghostbur, but he doesn't not entirely. most of the hate stems from the fact that ghostbur is what he was when he started l'manburg, what he could have continued to be had it not been for the wars and general trauma. so he's jealous, of course he is, that you kissed the ghost. because the ghost while dim was a better version in some ways, and he was afraid that you might prefer the ghost over the revived man. you of course have to convince him otherwise

now kinks (and maybe fetishes? just... things ya know)! (yeah it's gonna go under the cut)

we're going alphabetical :) also i'm not going to explain myself, just gonna say what they are

Argbur: dacryphillia, cockwarming, edging (both himself and his partner), marks (on self and partner), katoptronophilia (sex or masturbation in front of mirrors), bondage (he really likes his partner tying his hands to the bedpost or behind his back), biting (being bit)

Ghostbur: cockwarming, breeding, knismolangia (tickling), biting (being bit), spanking (being spanked), bondage (but mostly just hands tied behind back), edging

L'Manbur: stockings, gagging (partner being gagged), breeding but moreso the filling his partner with cum than anything, cockwarming, somnophilia, masturbation (watching his partner), brat tamer

Phantombur: degradation, praise, dacryphillia, collar (on partner), dacryphilia, edging, face fucking, bondage/ropeplay (on partner, since on self is... pointless when he can phase through, and he always does), orgasm denial

Pogtopiabur: impact play (inflicting), voyeurism, breath play (choking partner, not so much himself), sadism, edging, face fucking, biting (both being bit and biting), orgasm denial, spanking, somnophilia, brat tamer

Revivebur: bondage/ropeplay (rigger specifically), dacryphilia, degradation, breeding, voyeurism, sadism, marking (partner, though he's not opposed to scratches down his back), somnophilia, edging, katoptronophilia (sex or masturbation in front of mirrors),

Simpbur: bondage/ropeplay (rigger or ropebunny, he's not picky), stockings, masochism, pegging (being pegged, that is. with an amab partner he's more than happy to bottom), face sitting (for afab partner, man loves having them sitting on his face), spanking (both being and inflicting), somnophilia, masturbation (both watching his partner and being watched by them)

i feel like i forgot one but ya know it is what it is. also i know there is so few for ghost and l'man but

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Hmmmm

Before Priestess and 🐩 goes to sleep

Here are some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Being tied down while Revivebur is fucking you

Ghostbur bending you over and fucking you while you suck on his fingers

Ghostbur filling you with ghost cum

Dilfbur + age gap × daddy issues = mmmmmmmmmm, being a friend of fundy but secretly Messing around with his father, one night sleeping over only to have dilfbur sneek in to fuck you

Pogtopiabur having his hand rest inside the front of your underwear while having a meeting

Having lunch with a friend while phantombur is eating you out under the table while you try acting natural

Techno getting possessive during his rut and putting a collar on you as he fucks you

-🌘 anon

(these may be a bit rushed because i have to go to bed early because i have a 7am-5:30pm shift tomorrow)

revivebur - god to be tied down. he would tie your hands together above your head, attached to the bedhead. his hands grip your hips and take advantage of you being tied and stretched up to grope and kiss your chest. or tying you up so your forearms are pressed together and tightly against your back, his hands under your hips to keep your ass up, your face pressed into the pillow as he fucks you, maybe even your calves tied to your thighs. or frog tied and tied to the bed. (can you tell i think about being tied down a lot?)

ghostbur 1 - he has you pushed over a table, leaning over you ever so slightly so he can have his fingers in your mouth. and you drool and moan around them as he fucks you

ghostbur 2 - ghost cum god it's probably extra sticky, maybe a little thicker too. and when he cums, it feels cool inside of you, and as he pulls out, there is a slight string still connecting the tip of his cock to the cum that starts leaking out of you

i truly have nothing to add about dilfbur with age gap and being friends with fundy other than, going over to their house to drop something off for fundy, but he's out at work or with other friends, and you end up being fucked against wilbur's bedroom door and maybe also on the kitchen counter

vilbur - i don't know if there's a difference between the two but i can't be arsed typing the other right now so on this blog until told otherwise they are the same. but as the meeting starts his hand slides from your thigh, down your underwear, where he slowly and barely touches you. not enough to cause a reaction but to cause a build of neediness

phantombur - his head is under your skirt and you were white knuckling one hand under the table as you tried to not gasp or moan, while phantombur was relentless with his tongue and mouth against you

techno - the collar would have so many uses. his extreme possessiveness during rut satiated because his name is around your neck. being able to loop his fingers under it to pull to toward him. pulling the back of it to add just a little pressure to your throat. and you just looked so pretty in that pink and gold collar, just for him, all his

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What do you think the bursonas reaction to you using the safeword? Sorry if this is a dumb question im just curious - 🐩

not a dumb question at all, definitely a good though experiment

all of them would immediately freeze, stop everything they're doing and if there is any pressure (e.g. hand around wrist or throat) then that would be gone immediately. they would all also panic a little, but each in a different way and a different degree.

l'manbur, simpbur and godbur would panic the most. simpbur would be worried that he had done something so wrong that you would hate him and leave him. l'manbur just wants to protect you in every way - he's a man in the middle of a war for the nation and people he loves after all - and feels utterly terrible if he's done something to you. godbur panics because you're a human - his human - only mortal and he could unintentionally hurt you in astronomical ways. and he would never in his immortal life be able to forgive himself if he did that

ghostbur and revivebur would be next i think. ghostbur would show his panic far more though. they would both be a little visually calmer, but fumble over their words more because of it. i think argbur would be here as well. or maybe inbetween here and the above group.

phantombur and vilbur visually panic the least. they seem the calmest. for vilbur it's the ego. he's worried, of course, but he's a broken man still in his head about everything. phantombur seems to be the best at regulating his emotions i think. able to control how much or how little he shows.

where it proceeds from there with all of them, it all depends on why you safeworded. was the scene too much physically, were you in pain? did he say something that hit a nerve, a degradation that was more insulting and painful? or maybe you just needed a breather, or something adjusted. but whether you continue, or he cleans you up and reassures you that you're okay and safe, is all dependent on why you safeworded in the first place

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This might be a bit early for thoughts to keep you up at night but I am flowing with imagines today:

Imagine sexting simpbur

Imagine dressing up as a maid for the burs

Imagine being called kitty by Revivebur

You being a whiny mess under Eret

Shlatt eating you out

Leaving marks over the burs necks.....oh dear godbur have mercy.....

Imagine Godbur and some mutual masterbation

Hybrid!Wilbur.....

Imagine pogtopiabur accidentally spitting in your mouth and he finds it hot

Grinding onto Godburs lap

Eret fucking you and you realise you have a bulge in your stomach

Ghostbur wanting to breed you

-🌘 anon

it's like 5:30pm so it's close enough. it's never too early for thoughts to keep you up at night

it's starts off innocent enough, just sharing photos of your outfits. but the clothing gets tighter, and then it gets less. the messages accompanying the photos goes from asking about his opinion on the outfit, to wishing he was there to help take the clothes off. until one day you send the message "want to feel your fingertips brush my skin as you help me out of my clothes. would you help me out, wilbur?" simpbur swore he had a religious experience. he had assumed that you didn't mean to send the messages to him because you never addressed the messages in person. but including his name? "if i help you out of your clothes, i can't promise i'll be able to stop myself from doing more" "who said i don't want you, bur"

maid outfit, fishnet stockings, you will be fucked with your skirt flipped over your ass. "a pretty little maid, just for me? can't wait to give you pretty red and purple marks, gonna look so nice against the black and white"

"feel so good, kitten. taking me so well. look so pretty all fucked out. aw, kitten, make up your mind. is it too much? or do you want more? what was that? more? okay. but that does mean, kitten, that I'm going to fuck you until you're crying for me" his cock pumps in and out roughly, and you're moaning and writhing as he speeds up to fulfil your plead for more "my pretty kitten was so good while i was gone, gonna give them whatever they want as a reward

you can't make out proper words, feeling so good from eret's relentless fucking. whining and pleading with them as you feel yourself quickly reaching your fifth climax of the night

one hand threaded in his hair, the other holding onto the base of one of his horns. his mutton chops create a burn against your inner thighs, but it's easily ignored was he sucks your clit, tongue running over the nerves, while his fingers pump in and out, curling up to make sure he grazes that spot inside of you. (for amab anatomy, his nose brushes your pubes as he slides his mouth up and down your cock, your tip occasionally hitting the back of his throat. his hands stroke whatever part of your cock he can't force down his throat, and touch and squeeze at your balls) (as you can tell i have a lot of thoughts about c!schlatt's mouth)

i mean, we've already covered how pretty his neck and throat would look covered in the reds and purples of hickeys and bites

you're curled up against his side, lazily stroking his cock, while his hand works against you. it's gentle and lazy and there is no urgency. just a mortal and a god revelling in the feeling of each other

now hybrid what because there are so many good hybrids

your head is tilted back and he's leaned over you. the spit gathers in his mouth as he fights to keep quiet (for no reason other than he just doesn't want to be loud), but he opens his mouth as a moan fights back, and a string of the spit falls into your open mouth. you don't even think before you swallow, and he moans again at the sight of you greedily swallowing his spit

he may be a god but he still has responsibilities. but you want attention. so you slide onto his lap and start grinding. "pretty thing i can't right now. I've got work to do" he doesn't even look down at you and your hips don't stop moving "can i just- can i ride your lap? don't even have to touch me. just need to feel you"

eret would consider themself tall, not big, so it wasn't something they even considered. but one night while their fucking you from behind, they press their hand to your belly to stabilise themself when the feel it. eret has to pause, before quickly pulling out, flipping you over, and immediately thrusting back in. you don't even really register what's happening, they're so quick. but then you notice they are thrusting slowly and staring down at your belly. and then you see it too. the bulge from their cock inside you

"gonna breed you. cum deep inside you to make it stick. make you forget all about alivebur. I'm gonna make your belly swell with cum, then plug you up so it can't leak out."

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Yet again

Some more thoughts to keep you up at night:

Imagine L'manbur leaving hickeys on your thighs as you wear your thigh highs and your mini skirt

Imagine Revivebur manhandling you

Imagine making out with ghostbur as his hands go up your shirt

Imagine argbur fucking you while you wear his glasses

Imagine simpbur seeing you in his clothes

Imagine pogtopiabur smacking your thigh by accident and then realising he's into it

Imagine pogtopiabur wanting to fuck your thighs

Imagine you telling godbur that you'd be honoured to giving him a massage and then when you do so he feels some type of way about how your hands are so small compared to his and himself

-🌘 anon

l'manbur dropping to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands under the hem of your skirt and leaning forward to kiss and bit every inch of skin he can see

revivebur just scoops you up, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his room. he throws you down on the bed, grabbing your ankles to drag you back toward him

the naturally cold hands of ghostbur running across your skin, up your shirt to grope you chest and play with your nipples, dragging his fingernails lightly down before squeezing your hips, then moving them back up because he greatly enjoys the feeling of your nipples and chest under his hands

you sit on his lap, sliding his glasses off his face as he tells you that he needs to get back to work. you hum, pretending to listen, and slide them onto your own face. and he stops mid-sentence. you look so cute in his large round glasses. his hands go to your hips, pulling you up so that he can keep you against him while he takes you up to the bedroom. "can't help myself, you look so cute." and while getting hastily undressed, you move to take the glasses off but his hands cover yours and stop you "no. they stay"

you had just stayed the night, and simpbur is in the kitchen making breakfast for you. he didn't want to leave you as you slept naked in his bed, especially not when it was the first time he had gotten to experience the ethereal sight, but he was determined to make it happen again, and making you breakfast seemed like a good way to show that he cared deeply for you. you woke up alone, but could hear the sounds of him moving around in the kitchen. so you grab the shirt he had discarded the night before, and took a pair of boxers out of his drawer, and sleepily made your way into the kitchen. he turns around to the sound of you and freezes. holy shit. you're stood there, looking tired with your hair still messy from sleep (and sex), and in his clothes. fumbling, he turns off the stovetop and walks towards you "can i fuck you again?" his voice is unsure but god he needs to have you in his bed again, because you're wearing his clothes. and that does something feral to him

he taps your thigh as you walk past him as he squats, barely thinking, just wanting to touch you as you walked past. "you wanna do that again but harder, bur?" you joke, but as you do he realises that he does, he definitely does. so he rears his hand back and gives your thigh a resounding smack that quickly leaves a reddening handprint

"doll, this is a punishment for you. i'm not going to fuck you until you learn your lesson. but that doesn't mean i'm going to go without cumming" and his hands squeeze your thighs together, making the gap as tight as he wanted

"it must be so stressful to be a god, my lord. it would be an honour if i could give you a massage to relieve some of the stress in your muscles" he allows it, and suddenly as your hands run over his bare shoulders, and your fingers dig into his tired muscles, he realises that he needs his hands everywhere. gradually he pays more attention, he realises how small your hands are, how sometimes you need both hands to dig into a stiff part of his shoulder muscles.

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That's true priestess :)

So if it's ok, here are some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Revivebur being soft and taking care of you while your sick

Birdbur dancing with you in the sky, holding you up of course

Phantombur fucking you during night time while everyone is asleep

Pirncebur fucking you in one of the secret corridors during a royal ball

L'manbur fucking you after L'manburg wins independence

Sneaking off to pogtopia to meet your ex president partner and have some steamy cave sex

Ghostbur praising you while he overstimulates you

Now to keep up with my promise about puppy!reader...

-🌘 anon

revivebur - i love sick fics oh my god. okay just tucking you into bed, bringing you soup or hot drinks, making sure that you don't move more than you have to. if it's a stomach bug, he brings you water and plain toast, cleaning out your bucket as you need it

birdbur - AH! it's less dancing, and more swooping through the sky with you, but your laugh is addictive, and you look so pretty in the breeze.

phantombur - "don't want you waking everyone up, gotta keep quiet. unless you want to wake them up? or maybe you just don't care. tsk tsk."

prince!wilbur - everyone notices he has gone, naturally, he's the crown prince afterall, but he doesn't care. not when he has you pinned against a wall in a secret corridor hearing your soft moans as your head is thrown back and his hips sharply thrust into your own

l'manbur - there was a party to celebrate, and drinking for those old enough, which left you and wilbur buzzed and giggly as he fucks you. he praises you while you call him 'mr president' and congratulate him on his victory. "our victory, my love. you were by my side the entire time, i couldn't have done it without you"

vilbur - like tubbo, schlatt kept you in his political cabinet. he would not let you leave, constantly kept an eye on you whether personally or with a guard or quackity. which meant visiting wilbur in pogtopia was a task. luckily, a certain someone had made secret tunnels, and told you about them. which resulted in frequently sneaking into pogtopia, and being greeted by wilbur. greeted with open arms and smothering kisses before being lead to his room~

ghostbur - "doing so well for me, my blue. i know it's a lot but you are taking it so well, just a couple more. you can do that for me, doll. i know you can. ah, there you go, look so pretty crying. doing such a good job"

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This is a little later then normal but here are some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Revivebur tying you down and fucking you while also having a vibrator inside you as he continues to edge you

Dilfbur fucking you in the kitchen as your friend fundy is in the living room for your movie night

Daddybur having you grind on his lap while he works

Puppy!reader being fucked by your owner in the park

Pirnce!Wilbur fucking his princess/prince on his thrown

Ghostbur getting turned on by seeing you take care of friend

Pogtopiabur overestimulating you to the point where your drooling, eyes rolled back and a smile on your face from all the pleasure

Good morning Priestess and 🐩 :)

Muwah

-🌘 anon

these are last night's ttkyuan (what an acronym) because i went to bed at like 10:30 last night which is substantially early considering for the past couple weeks it's been 12:30 at the earliest

revivebur - whenever i hear tied down my brain goes two routes. 1) simple wrists tied to bedhead and maybe ankles tied so legs are apart. or 2) shibari-style or frogtied. either way you're tied down with your hold on full display for the man who leans back to admire his handiwork. you let out a sigh as he rests the vibrator against you, on at the lowest setting. he quickly turns it up, moving it in slow circles as one finger prods at your hold. you try wriggle your hips as best you can but he's tied you down very well. he pushes down lightly with the vibrator as his cock pushes in, and you let out a loud and relieved moan at him slipping in

dilfbur - it's late, and fundy had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. and you, you were bent over the kitchen counter, biting your hand trying to keep quiet as wilbur relentlessly fucked you, hands bruising your hips, mouth pressed against your neck as he bites, not enough to leave marks, and reminds you to keep quiet, promising you that one day you're going to be able to scream for him~

daddybur - you're needy and he was happy to have your attention. you had no pants or underwear on, bare ass and sex grinding against his lap and creating a damn spot as your hips wriggle and you moan, trying to keep down enough to not disturb him "look at you pretty little thing, getting yourself off on daddy's lap. you gonna cum, make a mess of my pants?"

puppy!reader - i mean.. a complete thought. just against a tree getting absolutely railed

prince!wilbur - he may not be king yet, but the throne was his, and nothing was more desirable to him than fucking you on it. he'd have you ride him while he sits in it. would bend you over the arm and take you from behind as you desperately grasp at him and the seat pillow and the opposite arm. had you bending over the front of it so if someone were to walk in you would both have you back to them

ghostbur - your voice is so soft and you're taking care of them and he needs to hear you talk to him like that, praise him like that as you work him through orgasm after orgasm

pogtopiabur - this is what i want. he uses his hands and his mouth and his cock, working you through orgasm after orgasm until you're crying, drooling over yourself, and pleading, only able to say his name or the word please. but every time he stops touching you, to give you a moment of break, you shake your head and cry, needing more. he doesn't stop until your eyes slip shut and the overstimulation exhausts you into a blissful sleep

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Ok I had an idea. Being a free use slut for the bursonas. They could use you wherever and whenever they wanted to. Like maybe president Wilbur would just come over to you while you are at the counter. Rip open your shirt so that your massive boobs are out, handcuff your hands behind your back and then pull down your pants and have his way with you before walking away, leaving you bent over the counter tits out and legs spread until Vil walks into the room. He notices you and pulls out his phone and starts videoing you while degrading you. Being like “look at the slut I found bent over my kitchen counter asking to be used” he would be getting different angles on video and making you embarrassed before fucking you a few times and then calling Revive to see what president had left out. Vil would leave and revive would come and have his way with you. Tugging on your hair and pounding into you. Since he’s the one who was gone for so long he would also be really loving. Praising you the whole time and giving you the best aftercare.

LIVE IN SLUT. LIVE IN SLUT. LIVE IN SLUT!

you're whole purpose being to take care of them, which naturally means your hole/s is/are free to use whenever any of them want. you live without underwear (unless one specifically request a piece of lingerie), the only covering you sometimes have being a short skirt, or the bottom of one of their shirts. all of their phones are full of photos and videos of either themself, or another bur fucking you. your skin is more bruises/scratches/handprints than it is unmarked.

and the aftercare is incredible. being babied and praised and cooed at, snacks and drinks bought to you, while you're being washed down and smothered in soft kisses

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I'm back baby! Anyway, vilbur watching you get yourself off when you didn't have permission and just as you're about to finish he takes your hand and goes "Darling, you should know better"~🌹

hello!

you're turned away from the door and eyes screwed shut, because he wasn't meant to be back, so why would you be keeping an ear out? and despite the echoes that easily bounce around the cavern, vilbur is silent as he walks down the stairs, hearing what could only be described as you moaning. but that can't be right, because he told not to touch.

the muscles in your thighs are twitching, and your hand quickly loses rhythm, desperate to cum before vilbur comes home.

you let out a shriek, jumping out of your skin when his hand stops yours.

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Okay but...

Vilbur tying you down with a vibrator in you, and him just sitting in a chair and watching you squirm, not giving you permission to cum and occasionally degrading you with his words~🌹

"my little whore, putting on a show for me, hm?"

and he sits in a chair at the foot of the bed, only in his boxers and erection very obvious with his legs spread. and every time you manage to get your eyes open all you can see is him sat there, legs spread and leaning on his hand, elbow in knee, smirk plastered on his face.

and you're whining not just from the vibrator, not just from being tied down, but because he is sitting there so deliciously and you can't touch him and he won't touch you

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Hello priestess. Platonic smooch. I know u said u wont be writing smut but i migt send some thoughts anyway, but u dont have to ppst them tonight. Anyway vilbur has beat revivedbur up thrown him down a flight of stairs a few times and tied his shoelaces a lil too tight in my brain so im thinking abt him.. a lot. Thighriding him while he degrades you for being so needy, him filling you up with his cum, the feeling of his cock twitching in your mouth as he fills that up too - 🐩

no see now you can't just give me vilbur + thigh riding + being full of cum and expect me to stay silent /lh

he leans back, watching you rock back and forth on his thigh, whining. "look at you, you desperate little whore. so fucking needy. already so close to cumming and you're just riding my thigh. imagine how empty your head is going to get when i fill you up. uh uh uh, no, i know you're close, i can see how desperate you are. but not yet. unless you really are just a needy little slut, who can't keep themself together." and as you're about to cum, he holds your hips with a bruising grip, completely stopping your movement. you whine and sob

then after he's fucked you, filled you up with his cum, he pushes a dildo into your hole, plugging the cum in place, before pushing you to your knees in front of him, and opening your mouth. as his cock moves in and out of your mouth, your hips tiredly roll so create friction with the dildo

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Revivebur calling you his slut

"You like you slut? You like it when I fuck you? When I humiliate you? Hm?"

"O-Only yours"

"Only mine? Only my slut, my whore"

His heart would just melt at the thought of you being his as he fucks you so deep you forget your own name

-🌘 anon

if you said you were his by his encouragement he would feel smug. but if you said it of your own volition? god his brain would go haywire. you wanted to be his and only his? that possessive voice in his brain would tell him to make sure that everyone knows you are his. and he would fuck you so deeply, you would cry and forget your name because you didn't need your own name, not when you were his. his slut, his whore.