#c:wlbr

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lmanbur fucking you with the flag draped over you while tugging on your collar and calling you a good kitten, he loves claiming whats his after all-🕷

welcome to the sin bin, nonnie~!

you're riding him so the flag drapes over you oh so elegantly, the black semi-circle to your right, and the ends of the stripes to your left. something possessive flashed in his eyes when he suggested it, and you were more than happy to oblige; his love wrapped in the symbol of his nation, on top of him, there was no better sight.

his pointer and middle finger slide up your throat, moving under the simple black collar to pull your face closer to his

"my perfect kitten, always so good for me"

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Hii!!! I just wanted to tell you that I stumbled across your account a few days ago, and I really love your writing! (Especially your Bur headcannons lol-) and I was wondering if I could ask what you think the bur's would be like if they were with an Afab reader who gets over stimulated quickly,,,,and disassociates during sex? ××

(( also can I be 🍑 or 🍐 anon? :v ))

okay i've been stewing over this since i saw this ask a couple weeks ago and ooooh baby. (also in all of these, the bur's are gonna be dom leaning. not all entirely doms but definitely more dominant)

and the peach is all your's, dear anon! welcome to the sin bin! (or the church of sin? or... idk i feel like i need a name)

this includes: ghostbur, revivebur, vilbur, l'manbur, godbur, phantombur and simpbur ;)

regardless of the bursona, he takes immense joy in knowing that you get overstimulated quickly. he loves the way your hips twitch and your eyes roll back, the way that you turn into a whining, moaning mess.

ghostbur at first, when he leaned how quickly you got overstimulated, he blushed so deeply that it crept all the way down his chest. but it wasn't long until he began to learn the ways to make those squeaks come out quicker and higher pitched, until he finds the best way to roll your clit as few times as possible before your eyes gloss over. when eating you out he knows the best way to lick and suck for your thighs to tighten and shake around his ears, with your moans and whines still loud enough to be heard with clarity. and when he relents, he's soothing his cool hands over your burning thighs and whispering mostly nonsense to bring you back from the blissful abyss

revivebur on the other hand, doesn't just want to get you overstimulated as quickly as possible, but also wants to get you to slip totally and completely into subspace as immediately as physically possible. he wants your legs to be jelly and your pussy leaking like a faucet. not just because he gets the biggest ego boost when you're writhing beneath hi,. but also because he wants to prove to you that he remembers the way your body reacts (and also to remind you how good he made you feel, and make sure you know how sorry he is for leaving you).

the most dominant of the canon bursonas, as we've discussed many times, is vilbur. he's one foot into complete and utter madness- built up trauma and unreleased anger have pushed him to almost breaking point - so when he starts pushing to find just how quickly you can slip into subspace disassociation? oh boy he has a field day. he runs his fingers over your shoulders and thighs, holds eye contact when he licks his lips of scratches his stubble. anything to drive you mad because he knows that if you come to him already begging, you'll be oh so easy to have in tears from stimulation

l'manbur is the softest of the dsmp bursonas. you'd think that would be ghostbur, but sometimes he ends up a little less careful in his curiosity. l'manbur treats you almost delicately, you are the most important person to him and he wants you to know as much. so when he learns that he doesn't need to do very much to stimulate you, he wants to take that opportunity in both hands to make you feel so good that your eyes gloss over and tears run down your face. you are never more beautiful to him than when you are in the dissociative state with pleasure making you shake and whine

now godbur's dominance is not for ego or power (he knows how powerful he is) but curiosity. humans have always interested him: the way they show all their emotion so easily even when they think they are hiding it. so when he learns that his new favourite human (possibly his favourite ever, though he would admit that to no-one but you) becomes so stimulated that you cannot physically hide it, he wants to learn how to get the best noises and spasms from you. it involves a lot of teasing, and you spend most of your free time (especially when it's with him) with your brain fogged over and your nerves firing on all cylinders. naked and writhing under your god who's mouth is watering as he watches you react

phantombur my beloved. now maybe i'm just biased (i am) but i think he would be mean about you being easily overstimulated. he would constantly brush his fingers across your clit, he would bite hickeys everywhere but just as you start to make noise he would stop. phantombur would push, push, push until you were just about to slip, then step all the way back. but with you being quick to be worked up, it doesn't take much for you to be teetering over that edge. when you are finally able to step over into overstimulation, he does the same with your subspace. letting you slip away, the world becoming glossy at the edges, then he stops. "wil, please, just... stop being mean please"

as in his name simpbur is a simp (not to state the obvious or anything lmao) so he is a service dom 100%. the moment he realises how easy it is to overstimulate you and send you into subspace he will do everything to make sure to send you every single opportunity

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Ok I sent the last ask accidentally bc I dropped my phone aaaa I'm sorry

anyway as I was saying, since I am about to go to bed, it's time for:

🌻Anon's Horny Snacks

Phantombur, being all shy beneath you as you dom him, for once not going transparent immidietly and mumbles a lot about how nice he feels. when you acknowledge it, he goes a bit transparent and covers his mouth. you laugh and grind on his hips, to which he replies: "gods, y-youre gonna drive me insane" under his breath.

Revivedbur, my beloved. we've revisited your and his first time after the revival so many times, so this time: its late. he cannot sleep for the life of him and he hears you whimper. at first he worries, thinking you're having night terrors, but then he hears you moan. now, the man is fully awake so he knows he heard what he thought he did, and so he gets on top of them gently and gets them worked up in their sleep until he either can't take it and fucks you or until you wake up and return the favor.

Godbur, visiting you at the alter. you've encountered him before but you never expected him to propose giving you the privilege to be fucked by him- by your deity. "you've been such a lawful and devoted one haven't you, well I have a reward to propose to you that will not be able to say no to"

and last but not least for tonight; Revisiting one of my favorites again, ARGbur (with a swap between R.Fakier and I.Fakier)

He was working. he seems to almost always be working these days, so when you came to bring him his lunch, Will (R.Fakier/with glasses) kissed your cheek and asked you to sit with him. at first you thought nothing of it, since he is your boyfriend, but the more you sat with him the more you realized he's trying to hint that he's horny. So, you lean to kiss him to leave but whisper softly in his ear that if he's that needy, a break will only help. he pauses after you do and while you get up, before taking off his glasses (I.Fakier/no glasses) and pinning you to the wall, where he ended up fucking you in a pretty raw and maybe a bit feral manner

that's all the horny thoughts I had for tonight (and here are regular snacks: 🍟🥨🥓🍿)

Have a great morning/night/afternoon, depending on your timezone

~🌻Anon

oh my god i didn't see this in my asks why did tumblr hide this from meeeee rude rude rude

god i forgot how much i love subby phantombur. he's so cute and would be so pretty blushing and whining and semitransparent

and somno with revivebur? (or like... slight cnc??) delicious. completely and utterly

godbur is probably my favourite creation of this blog purely because i'm a subby little whore who will happily let that man use me to stroke his ego. just,,, on your knees praying to your god, cleaning his alter and being a loyal follower (maybe even a priest/priestess of the alter hmm hmm?) and he visits you with a gentle stroke of your chin and a praise for being so good for him, and now he will happily reward your devotedness

with his glasses on his kisses are soft, gentle pecks on the cheek. with glasses off your legs go numb from his hands and his kisses are rougher, biting and sucking at the skinnnnnn

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warning u rn; im about to send you some long sin thats been on my mind for like. months. - 🐩

this may be phrased awfully, and this is admittedly a bit goofy, but I’m thinking things that I must let out. I believe a few months ago you and another anon talked about riding one of the burs while hes tied up? I’m 70% sure in that scenario he was still a dom there, but if he wasn’t ignore me! im delusional! Lets just say he is this time. You and Revivebur felt that it’d be a good idea, so you guys tried it out. His wrists are tied to the headboard above his head, you straddling him, bottom half nude as you sit a few inches above where he wants you. Your hands ran up along his body as you leaned down to kiss and nip all over him, leaving little marks all over him, almost possessively.You pointedly avoid his cock, which throbs behind you each time he lets out a groan. But hes patient with you, giving you soft commands that, suspiciously, sounded like pleads, to let him touch you. To show him how good of a pet you are and ride him, make yourself look pretty on his cock. And even though every word makes you more slick against him you don’t listen, only smiling against his skin as you look up at him. After all, this is the perfect chance to be a brat, so why give it up? He’s teased you many, many times before, so you deserve to tease him as well. A dangerous game to play. He pulls at his binds shortly before you ask for his colour, growing afraid deep down that you’ve hurt him, or made him uncomfortable in some way. You want to make sure hes okay.He laughs after saying green and says something along the lines of “Usually I’m the one pulling that line.” Your bratty teasing stops for just a moment to assure him as you nip and kiss along his neck and jawline that he’s still in charge. That “I’m still yours, your pet.” Your voice is hot and breathy as you lean close to his ear. “Still yours to fuck.”

oh. my god. the "still yours to fuck" is so hot just like so conceding and vulnerable an submissive despite having the appearance of all the power. goddamn goddamn. and i once again have the carnal need to ride revivebur

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I would never (Lie) Look at Vilbur in the eyes and tell him to Use me However he wants, for however long he wants, until i am in tears (I would tell him to do exactly this) That just really doesn't align with my wants (It does) (I want him to ruin me) - 🐩

oh god no i would never tell him that my body is at his disposal for all his frustrations. that would be insane and ridiculous. like, who would want to have bruises from his fingertips and deep hickeys covering their neck and chest. pshhhh

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Idk if he counts as a character but randomized survival skyblock Wilbur? Like he’s been stuck on the island for a year and instead of a brick or a pickaxes showing up the sky gods send you. he’s so excited and lonely and desperate and 😳

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ohho ho HO yes! and i'm so going to be self-indulgent here in that because you are a gift from the gods, he calls you angel / his angel

he had asked for companionship, a friend that wasn't a sheep prone to jumping off the edge or a fish that he had to use some of his precious water for. then you arrived, dropped on your ass in the middle of his little island while he casually held a hand out waiting for another single useless block or a weapon that would quickly wait.

he may have poked your cheek a couple of times to make sure you were real, unsure if the year alone finally got to him and he was imagining another person (a very attractive person, so he took a little longer to check because how can you be real?)

there was a week of getting to know each other, talking and learning, and during the entire process he insisted on calling you angel. because you were sent from the sky gods, you were gorgeous, you were his salvation and finally compelling companionship.

and when his cock drags in and out of you, he's moaning into your ear, calling you his angel, his gift from the gods that he didn't deserve but would treat like you needed to be. and when you came, eyes rolling back, voice cracking and legs shaking, he would thank you~

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Okay but imagine you and Wil being separated for whatever reason and just soft fluffy reunion sex filled with i love yous~🌹

ok. i could probably think of a bunch of different scenarios but... we're here for horny so... (i personally wrote this as... revbur had been scheming and returned home) also i am very very in love with the beard rn so...

quick more formal a/n: this one is gender neutral completely! no specific genitals mentioned! wilbur calls the reader's body beautiful and that is because any body can be described as beautiful :)

also for the first time ever in priestess writing, a condom is being put on! (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos, regardless of where it's going)

Reunion {c!wilbur}

words: 2.5k

you really had no idea when he was supposed to get home. he just told you one day that he had to go and do something, and then one night he was packing a bag saying he would be leaving in the morning. so instead of sitting and twiddling your thumbs, you just went about your days - missing him dearly - and every evening when you got home you held your breath hoping he would be there.

you didn't take much time to dwell on how goddamn sexy he looked - you thanked whatever gods above that he didn't shave off the stubble before his shower because holy gods - and launched yourself into his arms. bounced back and into your way, almost causing you to trip on it.

the house had been cleaned in the three months that Wilbur had been gone, and you knew that you had moved all of his shoes into the shoe rack.

your eyes went wide. he was home.

"wilbur?" you called out tentatively. maybe you were wrong, maybe you had forgotten a pair of boots in your cleaning. when he didn't reply, you sighed, walking further into your home. your bag was dropped onto the counter beside your keys, and you flopped onto the couch with a groan. god, the couch was comfy after a long day.

your heavy eyes fell shut, and you felt as though you had heard the sounds of water running. and then it stopped. okay, you definitely weren't imagining that.

"wilbur?" you called out again, louder, as you swung your legs around. you moved quickly toward the bathroom and reached the door at the same time as it swung open. Wilbur was standing on the other side, wet hair and stubble, and towel around his waist. holy shit.

you didn't take much time to dwell on how goddamn sexy he looked - you thanked whatever gods above that he didn't completely shave off the stubble before his shower because holy gods - and launched yourself into his arms.

your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, and his arms wrapped securely under your thighs. you messily peppered kisses all over his face before finally meeting his lips.

"I missed you so fucking much." he muttered the words against your mouth in brief moments you separated for breaths.

"I can't believe you're finally home." the kiss gradually got slower, deeper, less desperate "I missed you", and more "you're here" until finally tongues were lazily moving against and around each other and you let out a small, almost inaudible whimper.

Wilbur gave the space where your thighs met your ass a gentle squeeze, the only acknowledgement that he had, indeed heard your noise. only voluntary acknowledgement. under you, you felt the twitch of his hardening cock, and you lightly moved your hips.

he pulled away, mouth moving to your cheek then across your jaw and down your neck, leaving gentle and lazy marks across your skin as he moved.

"bedroom?" you tilted your head to head back as he left a particularly harsh mark, lolling his tongue over the skin. you nodded then muttered out a 'yes. please' when he hadn't made any move toward the mentioned room.

Wilbur lifts his head out of your neck so that he doesn't walk into any walls, and you take your turn at leaving hickeys and marks across his neck, one hand running over his very-short beard

"you like?" when you meet his eyes again, he gives you a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

"oh very much so." you give him a short kiss then lean your forehead against his. "very sexy." he snorts, then smiles fondly at you.

"I'm glad. I wasn't sure but I'm getting used to it." as he talks your thumb continues to run over the reddish-brown hairs.

you didn't notice you had made it to the bedroom until Wilbur was placing you on the side of it and stepping back. you leaned back onto your hands and stared up at him. there was a new scar - you tried not to think about how it looked as though it may have come from an arrow - and his muscles looked more toned, although that may have just been a result of small meals on the road. but he was in front of you, he was alive and real. and he was only wearing a dark blue towel.

"staring is rather rude you know," he joked, hands on hips and head tilted, "but I think drooling might be worse." he smirked, letting out a light laugh as you quickly brought one hand up to your mouth, afraid you had been literally drooling.

Wilbur walked over to you, hand on either side of your thighs, leaning down. you leaned up to kiss him but he leaned away a little. you gave him a light smack on the chest, and he let out a laugh, darting forward to kiss you. your hands returned to the back of his neck and you tried leaning back and bringing him with you, but he was too strong.

"you're wearing too many clothes, my love." Wilbur leaned up only enough to free his hands, which immediately smoothed their way up your thighs and under the hem of your shirt. He was taking his time, but his need - which was very clearly desperate as you saw his erection under the towel - out weighted how much he wanted to take his time. That would come later, but first, he needed you. Which resulted in his hands sliding under all layers and pushing them over your head. You helped where needed, but mostly you revelled in the feeling of his hands on your skin again.

Once your torso was bare, he teasingly ran his fingers over your chest, teasing your nipples lightly. With very little pressure, he pushed you to lay back on the bed, before his hands continued down to your waistband. Just as he had with your torso, he did with your bottoms; fingers hooking under waistbands to your bare skin then pulling them down. You raised your hips to help in his movements and lifted your head to look at him.

Wilbur was staring at your face, not your now-naked body, lust in his eyes and a soft smile. Once the fabric was off your feet, he kissed his way back up. The top of your foot, your shin, knee, peppering kisses across your thigh and hip. And he kept moving up. Kissing your stomach, sternum, chest. Before finally, meeting your lips again. Your hands trailed down his chest, lazily pulling at where one end of the towel was tucked, and the towel fell. Your fingers grazed over his cock (and a small groan came from his throat) as you moved the towel away.

“Still as beautiful as ever.” Your cheeks warmed, one of his hands running up and down your side. “Missed you so much. Never gonna be away from you that long ever again.”

“Good.” A kiss was pressed to your cheek before Wilbur moved away completely, roughly gesturing with his hands for you to move from laying across the bed to having your head on the pillow. You let out a short laugh at the motions but still moved, shuffling on the bed until you were laying in the right direction. While you shuffled, Wilbur quickly moved to the bedside table and pulled a foil packet out of the drawer.

As soon as you were in place, Wilbur crawled onto the bed, moving your legs so he could kneel between. Almost as an instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist as he put his weight onto the hands that were beside your head.

With one hand, Wilbur reached down and began rubbing lazy circles around your hole, and your hips jutted in response as you let out a small whimper. You wanted to beg him to just hurry up and fuck you, but you were also well aware of the necessity for prep, especially after it had been so long. Your own fingers just didn’t cut it compared to his cock.

So instead - as his finger slowly dipped inside you - you settled for whimpering and softly moaning.

“So tight around my fingers, aren’t you, hm?” He pulled your earlobe into his mouth with a soft bite, his words filtering right into your ear. “Need to stretch you out so my cock can just slide right in.”

“Wil.” The ‘i’ was dragged out as your head rolled back; a third finger was added and he started spreading his fingers every time his knuckles met your skin.

Wilbur pressed a kiss to your sternum (you could feel his smirk against you) before pulling his fingers out. He stared you down as he sucked each finger, one at a time. You whined, hips wriggling.

“Patience, love.” Wilbur reached behind his back to push away your legs, just so he was able to sit back on his knees. You lay there, leg on either side of him, hips twitching and hole clenching.

Using his teeth Wilbur opened the packet but, just as he moved to take the condom to his cock, you sat up, hands grabbing out.

“Let me do it.” He gladly handed you the condom, and you reached for his cock with one hand. Once you had the tip on properly, you looked back up at him, staring Wilbur in the eye as you rolled the condom down his length. His eyelids fluttered and he let out a soft moan. He had been missing your hands as much as you had been missing his, it seemed. Maybe even more from the way he fought his eyes from rolling back.

“Don’t be a tease.” The words came out in almost a moan.

“Says you.” You let out a soft laugh, kissing the tip of his nose before leaning down and placing one on the centre of his chest. “You tease me worse all the time.” His head falls back as your hand doesn’t stop slowly moving up and down.

“O-” His retort cuts off as you twist your hand and run your thumb harshly over his tip. “Okay, no more of that.” He takes you by the wrists, leaning forward so you have to lay back, and with one hand, holds both of yours above your head.

He shuffles slightly, adjusting himself just right as your legs return to their home around his waist. Wilbur lets go of your wrists so that he can use that hand to support his weight, and you reach for him. One hand around his neck, the other brushing his cheek gently as he looks down.

With the hand not supporting him, he guides his cock to your hold. With even just his head pushing into you, you both let out soft groans. It had been so long since you had been full, and every bit he pressed further in stretched and pinched so wonderfully. Once he has pushed into you just enough that he doesn’t need to look to guide his cock, he kisses you deeply.

He moves at an agonisingly slow pace, but you’re grateful. If he had gone much quicker, it would have been more painful than pleasurable, and you didn’t want anything to take away from this moment with him. Your left gasping and sucking in tiny whines, while Wilbur softly groans above you. The noises being fed straight into each other’s mouths.

But finally, he bottoms out, and he lets out a more husky moan. The sound and the feeling of being so filled pull a long whine from your throat. And then Wilbur just… doesn’t move. Your whine becomes needy and your hips start to wriggle, but he stays still. He tries to distract you by leaving kisses all over your face - cheek, nose, forehead, everywhere - but it doesn’t work. You’ve missed him so damn much and finally, he’s back and bottomed out inside you. No amount of soft kisses that would normally make you giggle would distract you.

“Wilbur, I love you, but please, move.” He lets out an amused exhale against your cheek. Ah, so he was just waiting for you to ask then.

“Anything for you, my love.” He starts fucking you deeply before you have the chance to come up with a reply, moving all the way out so his head is just within you before thrusting all the way back in.

It’s the fastest he’s moved since you jumped into his arms, continuing to pull almost all the way back out before roughly bottoming out, but fuck if it isn’t wonderful. Between your moans and whines, you mutter out how much you missed him and love him and how good it feels to have him inside you again. And through his own moaning, Wilbur replies with a similar sentiment.

You’re sure that the hand he has under your thigh is leaving bruises but you couldn’t care less. He’s home, that’s all that matters.

His hips start to lose momentum, stuttering and not always thrusting as deeply as he had, the pace sometimes slowing, sometimes speeding up. His Eyebrows creased together and his nose scrunched slightly as he visibly fought off his own orgasm. You ran a thumb between his eyebrows gently.

“You don’t have to hold out just for me.” A moan broke the sentence into two, and in retaliation, Wilbur reaches the hand that was under your thigh between your bodies and starts moving quickly. Your head falls back at the added stimulation and the tightness that was already building to quicken.

Your toes clenched, thighs tightening around his waist, and your eyes rolled back. As your muscles tightened with the build to your orgasm, Wilbur’s hips stuttered again before he bottomed out and you felt his cock twitch. He let out a clipped groan, quickly followed by a long, loud moan as his cock and thighs twitched, cumming inside the condom. His head fell into your shoulder, but the hand between your bodies did not stop, only stuttering as he came.

“Come on, baby.” His words against your neck were followed by an opened mouth kiss, and your eyes rolled back again, the tight knot finally releasing. Wilbur rolled his hips slowly as you both completely came down from your orgasms, but he didn’t pull out until all your muscles had relaxed.

He rolled over, removed the condom before tying it and putting it in the bin beside the bed. Once it was gone, you rolled onto his chest. His hand softly rubbed your hip while you lazily drew circles on his chest.

“I missed you.” You pressed a kiss to his chest. “The house felt so empty without you.”

“Bet that wasn’t the only thing that felt empty.” You half-heartedly smacked his chest as he laughed. “I missed you too, love.”

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I was about to skeeps but horny brain?! At fhis hour?! Omgosh. Lmanbur knowing you haven't been eaten out before so when he does its like the mf is sending you STRAIGHT to heaven (in the good way) i feel like lmanbur isnt a very hard dom (just keeping ur hips still and waatever) but hes very lenient, letting you buck and roll your hips onto his face. And when you cum or are about to, he hums, just for the extra pleasure with the vibrations. Woof. - 🐩

a/n: :D i got carried away again. afab reader. i wanted to include beard but... the reader was about to cum when i remembered and at that point it was too late to add it /hj

warnings: none! just some good ol' soft oral. l'manbur is in his own little heaven

"can i eat you out?" he was shirtless, laying with his head on your chest, both of you curled up on the couch. and he asked the question as if asking if you wanted fries with your burger. you gawped down at him, cheeks heating.

you would be lying if you said that you hadn't thought about it, lying further if you hadn't thought about wil eating you out. but you'd never asked, not wanting to push. and had never told him that you hadn't ever been eaten out. but... he was asking...

"i've never um..." he shifted to meet your ryes

"never what?" he was asking to have you say it both because he didn't want to assume, and because he liked making you say what you wanted or needed in sex (both because consent, and he adored the way you got shy before saying something like "i want you to fuck me until i'm crying and stupid")

"i've never been eaten out." even though he pretty much knew you were going to say, his eyes still widened a little with surprise. then a smirk emerged

"so~" he dragged out the latter syllable "can i?" there was a glint of sheer excitement in with the lust that filled his eyes as he moved off of you, sitting next to your thighs

"yes please?" your tone didn't lilt up at the end because you were unsure as to whether you wanted him to eat you out because gods you did. it was more because you didn't like the way you were saying yes, thought you could have done it better

his hands ran up and down your thighs as you fidgeted with your fingers before moving one of your legs to the other side of him. he leaned down to give you a kiss, before sucking a hickey onto your neck, then pressing kisses down your clothed torso (you were wearing one of his white undershirts, one that had a hole burnt into it from a drugvan mishap) before he was kissing above the elastic of your underwear

"thank you for letting me do this, love." his words were soft against your skin "thank you for trusting me with this."

your hips wriggled and you let out a tiny, breathed moan as his fingers dragged down your thighs, taking your underwear with them.

it wasn't the first time that wilbur had seen your bare pussy, not by a long shot. but there was something about how you were still wearing a shirt - his shirt - and he was still fully clothed that had you wanting to hide yourself like you had all those years ago when you first started sleeping together.

"always so pretty. can't wait to taste" you hummed out a whine at his words, and wilbur moved you and himself so his face was positioned squarely in front of your cunt.

with one finger, he swiped up your hole, collecting some of your slick. that finger5 was quickly placed into his mouth with a moan, a sound that had your eyes fluttering.

two fingers slowly collected up more slick, then began rubbing circles on your clit, small moans and whimpers becoming more frequent. wilbur kept one hand on your hip - thumb rubbing circles on the bare skin - keeping your hips relatively pinned.

"is it still okay for me to do this?" a kiss to your thigh (right on a bruise you had gotten from walking into the corner of the dining table) as he asked for assurance

"yeah. please." the added please on your half was just you being used to begging him, but for wilbur, it was more than you giving consent, it was asking him. which was much more important.

with one more kiss, he slowly lowered his mouth, a lick all the way up from your dripping pussy to your clit, collecting slick with a gentle and grateful moan. and your voice cracked as you whined.

he began slow, trying to figure out what you did and didn't like (you liked all of it, but some caused your thighs to tense on either side of his head, and that was what he aimed for), working out how to make you feel euphoria with his mouth. your hands quickly threaded into his curls, pushing some back from his eyes but mostly there to give you purchase

"more, please wilbur. want more. need more." wilbur's pace quickened, beginning to suck on your clit between licks and swirls of his tongue. the hand that wasn't holding you down moved forward, and he pushed one finger into your cunt and moaned, purposefully creating a vibration that had you tugging his hair and your head lolling back

he was taking his time, even as he sped up, enjoying the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head (enjoying was an understatement. if he was being completely honest, he would happily live the rest of his life between your legs, and when he died his heaven would have him right there again) and the different pitch of moan when he sucked, or when the tip of his tongue would dip into you beside his fingers (you don't remember when a second was added, but the feeling was delicious)

you whined as wilbur slid his fingers out but the whine broke into a moan as his tongue pushed in as far as he could, taking to thrusting with it instead of his fingers. the moans you let out were pure sin, slightly muffled to wilbur as your thighs tightened around his head. your hips rolled and pushed closer to his mouth, hands pushing him closer again.

wilbur's fingers dug into your thighs, not to hold you down, just to hold, and your felt his nails bite into the skin. a loud moan and wilbur replied in turn against your pussy

as the coil tightened, and your thighs began to twitch and your moans started breaking in the way that wilbur knew meant you were close to cumming, he began to hum between moans. the bastard was humming his own goddamn national anthem. you gave his hair a tight tug to show your amusement to his choice of song, and he laughed before continuing to hum.

you couldn't bring yourself to protest further though, as the vibrations were right against your clit, alongside his tongue rolling it, and three fingers stretching and curling within you

your heels dug into his back and your thighs tightened again as that coil snapped, head thrown back with a load moan. wilbur's fingers and tongue never stopped, helping your orgasm last as long as he could, until finally your thighs loosened, twitching as he gave almost kitten licks

wilbur pulled his fingers out and sat up, and your heavy eyes looked at him, watching as he sucked the three fingers that were inside of you, a reflective film - a mix of your slick and cum - all over his mouth and chin and nose. when he pulled his fingers out with a 'pop' and began wiping his face with a thumb, he smiled down at you with nothing short of adoration in his eyes.

"feel good?" you sat up and lazily swatted at his arm

"fucking amazing." you glanced down at his crotch (bastard was wearing grey sweatpants, which had a small dark spot in the front now, along with what looked like an almost painful hard-on) "your turn?" quickly, he shook his head, giving you a quick peck on the lips before guiding you back to laying down

"oh no no. i want to do that again. almost made me cum in my pants."

yes i'm saying l'manbur wants to cum in his pants but i'm also saying that he wants to eat you out again. also him cumming in his pants from eating you out is hot

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ride it out {c!wilbur}

a/n: character wilbur! specifically, l'manberg president wilbur! the original short draft was sent to @boobberries (i am chair anon, hello!). but i am a whore for thighs and any and all wilbursonas

words: 2.5k

warnings/kinks: thigh riding, slight degradation, dom!wilb, authority/use of "sir", overstimulation, crying

reader pronouns/anatomy: no pronouns, gender neutral

MINORS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED (include age indicators in bio or pinned)

A man in a well-fitted suit is always a wonderful thing, and when one carries himself with as much confidence as President Wilbur Soot, it’s always an impeccable sight. Members of the L’Manberg cabinet had three types of suits: one for battle, one for formal events, and one for general office wear. Wilbur was the only member of the cabinet that consistently wore it, saying it was a status symbol and demonstrated his authority. There was another reason, one he would never admit to, and it was that him wearing his suit drove you wild.

Wilbur was no stranger to working at all hours, so it was no surprise that he had an office at home for him to work in when he left L’Manberg’s presidential office building, but it was more of a place for him to work on his weekends and overnight. Rarely was he home early.

You had the day off, taking advantage of the day to work around the house on chores and housework. Because of you plans to be home all day, you had also chosen to spend the day in one of Wilbur’s large shirts.

While finishing cleaning up the last of your dishes from lunch, you heard the front door unlock and swing open. You watched as Wilbur walked through the house, drying your hands on the bottom of the shirt, with your head tilted. You were confused as to why he was home so early, but even more confused by how he didn’t come into the kitchen and give you a kiss before heading to his office.

You listened for a moment, hearing the sound of his office door opening and closing. Wilbur hadn’t looked stressed as he walked past, but was definitely on a mission. Another thing you noticed was his suit. He had been gone before you woke up that morning, a note left on the kitchen counter and undoubtedly a kiss to your sleeping forehead. But now the reason for his purposeful look was clear; he wanted you to see him.

The navy suit was a thing of beauty, not only because of how cleanly it was tailored, but how the navy complimented his features and how the slacks showed off his thighs. It was your favourite suit, and he knew that. You had told him so after he had come home one day, and you dragged him by his blazer lapels to the sofa. After he had carried you, exhausted, up to bed, he asked what spurred you into riding him to three orgasms. The only word you could utter out was “suit”, but even blissed out you recognised the look that crossed his face. It was his “I’ll save that information for later” look, and it was a look that often got you in trouble.

You noticed you had started rubbing your thighs together as you remembered that night, and froze. Would you play into his game, come crawling to him and beg for him to fuck you? Or, would you act like you hadn’t noticed, and continue doing your housework.

Upstairs you heard him let out a frustrated groan, and you questioned whether he was wearing the suit to rile you up, or if you were overthinking it. This lead you to your third option. You wouldn’t be begging for him, but you would be getting off.

Creeping to the door, you listened carefully, checking to make sure he wasn’t pissed off or stressed. If he was, he wouldn’t be in the mood for you to be horny, and you didn’t want to interrupt him or push any boundaries. But he was quiet. So you knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in.” Wilbur sounded distracted, his tone almost dismissive. But you still turned the handle, and slowly pushed the door open. His home office was small, at least compared to his main office. The left wall was lined with bookcases, which wrapped around the corner to stop at the edge of the window. In that corner was also a large dark leather chair with a blanket draped over it. When the room had first been put together, it was just the chair, but after one evening where you had made quite a mess, the pair of you decided washing a blanket was much easier than wiping down the chair.

The back wall had a bay window, complete with a seat. The maroon curtains were pulled back, which allowed you a view of your backyard, and was on the side of the house that allowed the office to be bathed in golden-yellows as the sun set.

And on the right side, Wilbur and his desk. The desk was positioned to face the centre of the room, done purposefully so that on days when you are both home, he can see you curled up and reading. In shelves behind him, there was books and quills and inkpots, leaving his desk to be almost completely clear.

Wilbur watched you as you wandered in, not moving to put his quill down. You purposefully turned all the way around to close the door, knowing that any movement caused the shirt to ride up enough for him to see the bottom of your ass. With a slight sway in your hips, you walked over to him, running your fingertip on the edge of the desk as you moved around it. Wilbur had changed to watching you out the corner of his eye, pretending to be disinterested. But his hand wasn’t moving to write again, and he had moved his chair back slightly, making it clear you had his full attention.

You leaned down, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, before sliding onto his lap. Wilbur eyed you suspiciously, but gave you a kiss on the forehead before placing his non-dominant hand on your waist nonetheless. With that, he moved to go back to work, and you tucked yourself into his neck, acting as though you just wanted to cuddle and spend time with him.

Wilbur smelt warm, like fireplaces and old leather, and despite your scheming, you took a few moments to breathe him in, occasionally placing soft kisses to his neck. But when his large hand gave your waist a slight squeeze - almost certainly unconsciously - you got to work.

You started subtle at first, barely moving so he thought you were readjusting how you were sitting, or just shifting as you relaxed. But you quickly grew bored, and realised the friction wasn’t enough. You pushed your hips down slightly as your hips picked up speed, and almost simultaneously, Wilbur’s hand squeezed your hip.

“What’re you doing, baby?” You froze for a moment as he spoke, the silence finally broken. But you quickly started moving again.

“Nothing.” You dragged out the ‘o’ sound, and shifted to move your face from his neck to look at him.

“This doesn’t seem like nothing.” He was humouring you, but the drop in his voice has you whimpering, and your hips pushing into his harshly. “You feeling needy? Needy enough to interrupt me while I work?” His other hand had moved to your hip, and despite your attempts at continuing to roll your hips, he had all but stopped you completely.

“I’m not needy.” You didn’t comment on the question about interrupting, you and Wilbur had made an agreement when you started living together that a locked door meant no interrupting, and you always knocked on closed doors. If he was really doing any work that too important to interrupt, he would have locked the door.

“Oh? You aren’t needy?” You shook your head and he scoffed. Underneath you, Wilbur pushed his chair back even further from the desk, before pushing you back slightly, encouraging you to your feet. As you stood there, playing with the hem of the shirt, Wilbur leaned forward, running two fingers gently up your heat through your underwear. “You feel pretty needy to me.”

“No, ‘m not.” You tried to stay strong, but your voice betrayed you, cracking as he continued to gently run his fingers up and down. He smirked down at you, watching you shiver as he moved away. His hand slid up the large shirt, and a finger looped under the band on your underwear.

“Off.” His finger pulled back and the band snapped back to your waist, and you scrambled to pull your underwear down. Any thought of misbehaving was silenced, all from the drop in his voice.

As soon as you were naked from the waist down, Wilbur sat back, simply observing you. Your thighs rubbed together slightly, hoping for friction as you waited. Slowly, he opened his legs, and his fingers drummed on his thighs.

“I’m going to tell you how this is going to work, okay darling?” You nodded quickly, and he tsked. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” You were quiet as you spoke, and he raised an eyebrow, waiting. “Yes, Sir.” His eyebrow dropped and he smiled.

“Good.” His palms smoothed out the navy fabric, and your eyes fixed on his strong thighs. “You’re going to sit on my thigh here, and you’re going to ride it. And you aren’t going to stop until I tell you to, when I finish my work. You’re allowed to cum as many times as you need, you don’t need to ask. But,” one hand raised from his thigh and he tiled your head up with on finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, “you are not allowed to stop.” A high pitched noise breaks from your throat, and you start nodding again, before you remember.

“Yes, Sir.” You almost whined the words. “I won’t stop, promise, Sir.” He shifted forward, moving the chair closer, and you slide onto his left thigh, moaning softly at the friction from the fabric against your heat. The moment you are in place, you begin to move, gently rocking back and forth, head resting on his shoulder so any noises you make go directly to his ear, no matter how quiet. Wilbur moves the chair forward again, as close as he can while still allowing you space to grind, and gets back to work.

You start at a steady pace - similar to one that Wilbur would take on those quiet mornings - trying to find a rhythm that you’d be able to keep up for what could be hours. Your moans are breathed and soft, occasionally pleading to no one in particular.

It was almost agonising, but you wanted to make sure you could last, even if you had to tease and edge yourself. The need to grind faster, and the want to last, combined into making your eyes water. But that wasn’t what Wilbur wanted, so he tensed his thigh, a silent way of telling you to pick up speed. The tensing forced a surprised moan out, followed by a tiny sob, and you immediately sped up, pushing your hips down into his clothed thigh further.

“Sir-” You choke out the word, interrupted by a moan. “Please.” You felt his head shift and his thigh tense again.

“I told you, you don’t have to ask to cum.” His tone is dismissive, as if you were interrupting him, but the reminder was necessary. You had forgotten that he gave you permission to cum whenever you needed. And finally, with a strong grind into his thigh, you feel the knot that had been building finally let go. Your hips slow as you work yourself through your orgasm, almost letting your hips stop. But in a brief moment of clarity, just before the stimulation hit again, you remembered he told you not to stop.

It doesn’t take you very long before the overstimulation causes another orgasm to build, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks and onto his white button-up. The mess from your first orgasm provided a small amount of lubricant, alleviating some of the roughness of the fabric. When you finally came again, your legs twitched, and your voice broke in the middle of the long moan.

You were sure that Wilbur wasn’t actually working, just pretending to, but you couldn’t stop long enough to clear your mind and check. So you resigned to your fate, rocking back and forth, dragging your hips over his thigh as you came again, and again, voice becoming scratchy as your moans became sobs and screams. Your words are nonsense, simply babbles into his shoulder, damp from your tears.

You had lost count of how many times you had come, mind blurry from the constant stimulation, whole body twitching as you continued to move, but finally, Wilbur placed one hand on your still-moving waist, and use the other to pull your tear-stained face from his shoulder to look at him. Your eyes were unfocused, and Wilbur noticed some spit leaking from the corner of your mouth.

“Aw, you’ve fucked yourself stupid on just my thigh, haven’t you baby?” The words took a moment to register in your mind, but when you finally nodded, he laughed. “Words.”

“Yes.” You voice broke, and your body shook weakly as you came again. You would have collapsed into his chest, had Wilbur not been holding your face.

“Look at you.” His voice was low and dripping with condescension as he looked down to watch you core drag against him. “So desperate to get off, I don’t even have to do anything. Almost pathetic.” Your eyes rolled back, and his hands moved from holding your face up with fingers under your chin, to his whole hand gripping your jaw. “And you’ve ruined my slacks. Gods, you’ve made such a mess.” Your throat was raw as you moaned again, trying to grind your hips harder, but not having the strength to give yourself enough pressure. “I’m calling you a pathetic, desperate mess, and here you are, needy and trying to cum again. You really need to cum again that badly, baby?”

“Please.” You dragged the word out, breaking into a sob at the end. Wilbur nodded, taking his hand away from your jaw and moving it down. You collapsed into his chest, no strength to hold yourself up, and twitched when his hand met your core.

“Okay, one more.” His tone had changed slightly, softening a little. “Then you can stop, okay.” You nodded, face pressed to his chest, creating another wet spot on his shirt with your tears and drool.

The hand on your hip helped you grind, while his other hand added a new stimulation. You shook, legs twitched, as you sobbed and moaned. The final build was sudden and quick, and as your orgasm literally rocked through you, you screamed. You hips continued to twitch as you rode it out, but Wilbur’s warm hand stopped you, helping you come down without too much stimulation.

You leaned back slightly to look at him, but you were bleary-eyed and couldn’t focus properly.

“Thank you.” The words were barely audible and scratched at your throat. Wilbur smiled gently at you, moving the hand that was on his waist to wipe the tears and drool from your face.

“You’re welcome.” He pressed a small kiss to your forehead as your mind slowly began to refocus.

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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!)

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🌘!! I cant keep thinking abt puppy you and uhh, puppy? Dog? Wilbur having mutual crushes and yor heat/rut being in sync but not wanting to weird eachother out- its so cute. What if- wilbur stops by during the height of his rut and your heat? Probably wilburs rut taking over a bit, but he just has to see you, just for a second. Then maybe it wont be so hard to deal with his rut, wanting you so bad. (1/2) - 🐩

And when you open the door after hearing his knoco, through the bit he can see inside your house (after tearing his gaze away from you) he spotted clothes he would forget to bring home lying in heaps on the floor, or even on the couch, with very.. uh suspicious, damp spots on them. Oh. And you know. Pheromones thing, bc hybrid. And when you open the door... You know what im tryibg to say. The tension would be palpable

he could smell the pheromones before you even opened the door, but because idiot pup in heat and also wanting to spare his own feelings, he is in denial, telling himself he's just hyperaware of your scent because of his rut

your face is flushed when you open the door, knees trying not to shake and your eyes wide. he just stares, and you stare back. and you do the same as him; smelling his pheromones and convincing yourself that it's your heat and crush on him. you eye him up and down as he looks around your house and sees the pile of his clothes messily abandoned on the sofa. the same pile that you leapt off of when you heard the knock at your door. wilbur sniffs loudly, then freezes, eyes slowly drifting back to you

"me?" his voice breaks as he looks you in the eye, and you flick your eyes away from him. "if you say yes i will not be able to stop myself from taking you right now on the floor and filling you with my cum, i need you to know that." your eyes almost hurt from how quickly they move back to him.

"yes" he's on you faster than you could have ever guessed, his cock pulled from his underwear while the loose shorts you put on to cover yourself to open the door are torn off.

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When you're riding Vilbyr or Revivebhr (or phantombur, i know ur obsessed with him... /hj /lh) he probably waits until your legs get tired of bringing yourself up and down so much, just to coax you into begging him to fuck you and make you feel good. Because how could a man like him NOT be obsessed with the sound of you begging for him? (Poo smut thoughts?!? This has become a rarity...) - 🐩

oh my god yes yes yes like he's more than happy to let you have control and there have been plenty of occasions where you've been able to ride him to an orgasm. but for some reason, today you just weren't able to tip over than edge. your thighs are burning from essentially squatting, your nails have scratches his chest in your desperate attempts to keep going but god your legs just hurt so bad.

and as much as phantombur loves seeing you on top of him, and adores hearing you beg, he loves the way your hear lolls back when he grips your waist and starts lifting you up and down

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Some thoughts to keep you up at night:

Simpbur fucking your underwear

L'manbur eating you out

Daddybur praising you for being his good girl/boy/angel while he fucks you against his office door

Having Revivebur fuck your face while holding your hair

Ghostbur fingering you

Puppy!reader + dog/Puppy!Wilbur? Both having their rut and being filled with thoughts of one another

Hopefully your good Priestess :)

And hopefully your well 🐩 :)

-🌘 anon

simpbur (i changed it a little because the rug-burn from it sounds painful) - he lays on his back, the wadded up fabric pressed over his nose while his other hand moves up and down his cock. every time he moans, he inhales deeply, and his hips rut up into his hand. the entire time he breathes in your scent, he imagines you fucking/riding his face, reprimanding him for stroking his cock

l'manbur - your hand is weaved into his curls, tugging while he pins your thighs down with his own hands. he sucks and laps at your sex, while you writhe and moan. if your eyes weren't shut and you head weren't thrown back, you would see him grinding into the bed, subconsciously trying to find relief from the pressure that has built up from the sounds you make and the taste of you

daddy!wilbur - he pins one of your knees against you, while his other hand holds you up under your thigh. his pace is relentless, and you cry from how good you feel and how much his words affect you "crying so pretty my good girl/boy. my pretty little thing doing so good for daddy. always feel so good"

revivebur - he has a hand pulling tightly at the roots of your hair, controlling your head to move it up and down his cock, while his hips thrust to meet your mouth, almost every thrust hitting the back of your throat. the other hand shifts between wiping tears from the corners of your eyes, drool from the side of your mouth, stroking your cheeks gently, and assisting the other in moving your head. "doing so good for me. gods, you mouth feels so good around my cock"

ghostbur - he kneels between your thighs, using one hand on your stomach to push you down into the mattress. your inner thighs have soft blue fingerprints from where he gently pushed your legs apart. his cold fingers move quickly, pushing in and out, occasionally curling up, occasionally scissoring open. you whine out for him, one had grasping at his wrist. he leans forward every now and again to press a small kiss to your hip bones, your stomach, you thighs. and he oozes with praises, telling you how pretty you look and sound, how he adores you and making you feel good

c!wilbur - see... see now the way you phrased it... mutual crushes. dog hybrid!reader and dog hybrid!wilbur don't know that the other has a crush on them. but every rut/heat, all you can do is think of each other. all you want during your heat is for him to fill you up with his cum, all you need is for him to breed you, but you never tell him because you don't want to ruin his friendship. and he, he needs to fill you up, needs to feel the warmth of you around his cock, needs to see you full of his cum, leaking, but he won't tell you because if he does then maybe he'll never see you again and he can't do that. so instead you have your hands between your thighs or grinding on your pillow, moaning out his name and begging for him to fill you with his cum. and he strokes his cock and spends the week with a hard cock, and every moan is followed by how he wants to see you leak with his cum

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Okay but...

Revivebur being jealous and you teasing him about it and he just snaps and pins you to the wall and goes "mine" and starts covering you in hickeys as he fucks you~🌹

(this got a bit long but not long enough to be formatted as a fic because i blanked on most of the actual smut aslfkadjfa)

"aw, wil are you jealous? jealous because someone was flirting with little ol' me? fingers grazing on my my arm, eyes wandering?" he ignores you, giving your hand a squeeze as he storms home "awwhehe that's so sweet. jealous wilb-" the moment you are through the door, wilbur slams it shut behind you and backs you into it.

"i know that that miserable attempt at flirting would never have worked on you," he leans down slightly so his nose grazes your won, arms on either side of your head caging you in, "but you are mine." wilbur's nose drags across your cheek and down your jaw. "only mine." he bites the skin on your neck and you let out a surprised gasp that breaks into a hum as he begins to suck on the skin

"wil~" he licks the skin with a questioning hum before moving to a new spot to leave a deep red mark. "i-" wilbur licks the new hickey but doesn't lift his tongue as he makes his way up your neck

"i know you weren't flirting back, love. but i need to make sure nobody ever thinks they can flirt with you again." you let out a short laugh. the way wilbur marched over and slung his arm around your waist, all but pulling you onto his lap as he sat down beside you was more than enough to stop the flirting. but you would never tell him to stop. possessive wilbur always guaranteed red and purple marks in the shape of his mouth and fingers, and shaky legs for days.

he lifts one hand from the door behind you and slides it down your side, looping his fingers into the waistband of your pants. he drags both your pants and underwear down in one, as far as he can without moving too far from your chest. where he cannot reach, you kick them away. his lips hover above yours, moving back every time you tried leaning forward to finally kiss him

"mine" he licks his lips as he stares down at you

"yours" wilbur lets out a groan from the back of your throat before kissing you

with both hands on your hips, wilbur prompts you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist

every time you move back to take a break from his bruising lips and suck in whatever breaths you can, his mouth moves to your neck, to your chest, leaving as many marks as he can across the surface of your hot-flushed skin. wilbur only moves away to pull off your shirt, leaving you naked and pressed against the door.

with shaking fingers you unbutton his shirt, dragging your nails across this skin of his chest and stomach, before pushing it off his shoulders. if you were to be naked and being covered in marks, it was only fair that he too would have skin exposed for you to mark with long scratches across his shoulders and down his back

"wanna be full" the words are murmured out, not entirely directed at him, more just expressed the sentiment. but wilbur hears, and pulls away from the mark he was leaving on your shoulder with a smirk, lips slightly swollen

"you wanna be full, baby? wanna be marked inside and out by me?" as you open your mouth to reply, he takes one nipple between two fingers and rolls it, causing a small moan to fall out instead. "hm... but i don't think i'm done with the outside yet"

wilbur lowers you to your feet and begins to make his way down your body, leaving hickeys on your stomach, on your hips, and across your thighs. he leaves your aching core completely untouched though. you weave your fingers through is curls as he sucks another hickey onto your hip with a hum, and you let out a whimer

"wilbur, please. need you" wilbur moves away from you completely, hands holding your hips, and looks up at you through his lashes and curls.

"you have me." your head hits the door with a soft thud as it falls back. he's being a shit. a complete bastard. you know he likes hearing you say exactly what you need, revelling in the way your cheeks heat up when you vocalise you need

"need you to fuck me."

"right here? on the door?" with your hand still in his hair, you give a tug

"yes. please just fuck me on the door wilbur."

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Puppy!hybrid (i just long to be a puppy girl ok) sitting in between schlatts, burs, or erets legs under a desk, sitting on a pretty pale pink dog bed that definitely isn't used for when you suck them off under said desk, head resting on the inside of their thigh as they pet you and scratch your head, telling you that you're such a good girl for them, and if you had a tail as well it'd be wagging like crazy. (1/2) - 🐩

The praise feels so good that you don't even realize you've began grinding down lazily on your bed until they mention it in a praise, which makes you do it more in return. Needy little puppy grinding against their bed, making a wet sticky mess as their head remains on their owners thigh, drooling because of how good you feel, moaning and whininv softly against the warmth of their thigh.

i see your grinding on dog bed and raise you, they notice you grinding down so they slide their shoe underneath you, making you grind on it instead.

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Here are some early thoughts to keep you up at night:

Being fucked by Eret, Techno and Wilbur at the same time

Being seated on the mold of wilburs dick while sucking him off

Eret + God, king eret who's also king of the gods? God!king Eret having you as his mortal and partner?

Revivebur fucking you inside pogtopias abandoned walls

Dancing in the rain while Ghostbur watches you and gets turned on

Jacking invisible phantombur off

This one will cut short

I have a new bur idea.....

-🌘 anon

("thoughts to keep you up at night" is probably my favourite writing exercise esp. for smut writing. it gives me some great practice, and the thoughts you send are always so good)

oh my god the size kink go brrrr. god... okay i just... okay i need to come back to this one when i can form a coherent thought about it. i almost forgot to come back to this

ok... okay okay.... okay i'm going to do this as an afab route because i'm afab and i wouldn't know how to write it for amab. but just... wilbur laying on his back with his cock in your cunt, techno kneeling behind you thrusting his cock (the biggest of the 3... obviously) in your ass, while eret kneels in front fucking your throat. wilbur would have his hands holding your thighs, while techno bruised your wrists and eret had their hand threaded in through your hair. just crying and babbling from overstimulation, being praised and degraded at the same time. told you're doing amazingly, taking them all so well, looking oh so pretty. but such a whore, letting the three of them fuck you at the same time, desperate little slut, their little cock sleeve, a fucktoy even. and every hole would he so stretched out. techno is obviously huge, thick and long and you can barely take all of him. wilbur is also girthy and long, but not quite as much as techno what with the latter being piglin hybrid. and eret's was longer than wilbur, though not as thick, but that simply resulted in their cock being pushed quite far down your throat before they bottomed out

wilbur - you were needy, so beyond what you had been before. it wasn't a punishment, the furthest thing from it really. wilbur had asked what you wanted, and you had whined that you wanted his cock in your mouth, but also wanted to have your hole stretched. "how about both?" from under his side of the bed, he produces a box. you wriggle as you kneel on the bed, confused but eager to find out (because the sooner you do, the sooner you'll have his dick in you). you lift the lid and pause for a moment, glancing at him, before reaching into the box and pulling it out. just as you're about to ask, wilbur interrupts you "yes, baby, it's mine" he has a shit-eating grin on, smug as you turn it over and recognise the familiar veins that feel oh so nice inside you. it isn't long until you are on the floor, sitting on the dildo, rocking your hips back and forth, occasionally lifting them up, while happily sucking away on his cock, fluids in a puddle underneath you as drool leaks from the corners of your mouth

eret - king of the gods who could have chosen anyone, but chose you, and though other gods and deities may have opinions, they keep them to themselves to avoid crossing their king.

revivebur - pogtopia was a dark spot on his pre-death existence. it was the home of the rebellion after he was kicked out of his own nation, and was where he planned to destroy the thing he worked so hard to build. but it was important, as was revisiting it after he came back. he brought you with him, for moral support mostly. but he ended up supporting you. against a wall. as he railed you so your screams and moans echoed through the cavern

ghostbur - sweet boy. sweet darling angel ghost boy. the storm came over so suddenly, and he barely made it to your home before the rain started bucketing down. you were in your garden when he ran into your house slamming the door, your recordplayer sitting under the awning playing loudly enough to be heard over the rain, so you hadn't heard ghostbur at all. one of your favourite, more dancey songs started playing, and you all but tripped over yourself getting up to dance to the song in the rain. as you span with your arms outstretched, white shirt see-through, ghostbur stepped out to the awning, intending on telling you he was there, but instead he froze. you were singing and laughing, enjoying the song and the rain, and with your shorts riding up and your shirt see-through. you were in your element, happy and free, and ghostbur felt his blood rush to his cock and he wished nothing more than to be able to join you in the rain, and possibly fuck you in the mud

phantombur - i can't think of how i want to verbalise this in a scenario mini-fic type of way, but just,,, you're jerking him off and he feels just overwhelming pleasure that he loses the ability to concentrate on staying in one particular state, so he fades then slips into invisibility. but your hand doesn't stop, simply running your hands over his cock, and gaguing how well you were doing by the loudness of his moans

and the new bur idea was that wonderful tutor!wilbur fic i haven't stopped thinking about