#Ghostbur!reader

[dearest-painter]

I have lost count of all your wonderful tags for each reader. May we please get a list of all of the tags??

Oooo Okay i can try! There might be a few I’ve forgotten but here’s a post with each AU!Reader I remember! (And if there’s any IVE forgotten and you know it pls tell me). I know there’s definitely more but these are the ones off of the top of my little brain! part 1

Part 2 here!

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?

Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.

[lillyspeakz]

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

Oooooooo….. I have so many thoughts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[heartofwritiing]

c!wilbur is a tits man.

L’manbur: adores to plant soft kisses all along your mounds. Suck your nipples into his mouth. Grope them a little, worshipping them to his hearts content.

Ghostbur: loves to nuzzle his face in between them. laying on your back he uses them as a pillow. just shoves his face in there whenever he feels like it. Ghostbur just loves being clingy and grabby with you.

Revivebur: can’t get enough of, sucking hickies all over them, slapping them, pinching your nipples while you ride him. his eyes fucking bungle like a cartoon when he sees the way they bounce when you ride/when he’s pounding you.

here i go to hide again after i post this… 🫣 (jk)

tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et

[simp-king-noshi]

I need requests <3

[dearest-painter]

Sometimes no one knows when ghostbur!reader leaves blue hand prints on things and they would probably like to hold people’s faces as a way of platonic affection… sometimes there’s blue hand prints on peoples faces

Take Angel Dust as an example. While the ghost doesn’t speak their love, they show it, and you’ll know it. Angel knows it, I mean how could he not? With the fact he’s had multiple blue hand prints on his cheeks right after his ‘cute little sidekick’ had held his face. It doesn’t stain and doesn’t take long to get rid of it but it’s a mystery how those hand prints are made

[v1x1n1ty]

"𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎" - 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛/𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜! 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚀𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚟, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝚂𝚘, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

TW: Swearing, blood, violence, gore, death/suicide

My @ on Quotev is BlueB00 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sound of TNT pierced through my brain as I ran, my legs slowly burning, running up the grassy plains hill towards the noise of the TNT.

"TOMMY! WILBUR! PHIL!!" I screeched, my voice trying painfully to squeeze through the echo of the TNT noises.

Suddenly, a voice through the noise screamed back, although not at me.

"C'mon Phil! JUST DO IT! KILL ME! KILLZA! KILLZA!"

Phil. Someone was screaming at PHIL to kill them. I tried hurtfully to pinpoint the voice, and failed miserably until I heard it scream a second time. "JUST FUCKIN' DO IT! C'MON KILLZA!!" 

The voice was easy to read now. It was Will, and he was yelling at Phil, his own father, to kill him. I ran towards the voice, my feet pounding against the soil and grass beneath me, as I watched the horizon of we're the TNT was exploding come into view.

My feet burned, my head pounded from the noise surrounding me, but I continued to run through my pain until I shocking site came into my view. Phil was standing above WIilbur, his feet planted at both sides of his chest, a diamond sword in hand. Will was grinning like a mad man but somehow still had tears streaming down his cheeks.

"WILBUR!" I screeched and watched as Will's head twitched towards me, his grin turning into a sad half smile. Phil looked at me with a look of terror in his eyes, and I wondered what was going through his head. 

"I'm sorry..." Phil mouthed towards me, and Wilbur likely noticed because his grin returned and he spoke for the last time.

"It was never mean't to be..." And before I could utter another cry, the diamond sword in Phil's hand plunged into Will's stomach. I screamed a painful, high pitched noise. 

The sound of the TNT faded out, and I dropped to my knees and wiped tears from my swollen eyes. "Y/N! Y/N!" A different voice yelled, one that wasen't Phil or Tommy's... I gulped. Or Wilburs. 

I spun around I stared up teary-eyed at Niki, her pink hair fluttering in her face, as she too locked teary eyes with me. "I'm sorry..." She whispered as she dropped to her knees with me and brought me into a hug, where I sobbed against her shoulder.

This can't be happening, I thought to myself as the tears continued out of me.

"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!"

A voice prodded at my mind, and suddenly, Niki, the sound of TNT, and my sorrow all faded away from me.

"Y/N? Y/N wake up!" The voice that had forced me out of my memory shook my brain, the noise echo throughout my entire body. 

Or so it felt.

My E/C eyes fluttered open slowly, catching a quick glimpse at the ceiling and bright white walls of my bedroom. The voice that spoke shook me from what I felt was internal, but rather I was being shaken by an outward presence, specifically Philza.

"Mornin' Sleepyhead!" Phil said, his voice booming against the walls. It was loud, yet peaceful somehow. I rolled over onto my side, the full view of Phil's body.

Phil was a tall man with an average build, blonde hair that flew into his eyes, baby blue eyes, and he wore a green and white striped bucket hat, a strange green V-neck shawl that looked almost like a kimono, a long black cape and of course, his iconic black raven wings that stretched out against his back. 

I stared at Phil's form for a second before tucking back under into the pile of blankets on the top of my messy, unmade bed. "Oh C'mon Y/N, you gotta wake up sometime!" Phil said, half aggressive, half pleading with me. 

I sighed and shuffled out of the blankets before sitting up and staring out toward my bedroom, forcing myself not to look at Phil. Phil grumbled something as he moved towards my bed, but I quickly shuffled away.

"Nightmare again?" I nodded, still avoiding the gaze of Philza.

Phil sighed. "Why don't you get dressed and go see Niki?" Phil asked me as, out of the corner of my eye, I watched him fiddle with a piece of his blonde hair.

I shrugged and before I could say anything else, the door knob on my door clicked and I listened to Phil step out. 

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Chapter 2 coming soon!!

[lillyspeakz]

Ghostbur Wilbur gives you blue when your sad on the dsmp. You both end up having a deep discussion and start to feel better. Hurt comfort fic? Canon lore?? All platonic. :)

Some context: your grieving your best friends death and the exile dream put Tommy in as you and Tom are siblings :) (just imagine wil and Tom are best friends)

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“Fuck this, fuck life, what the fuck!” You screamed out to no one in particular as you threw rocks at the lake behind your house.

You hadn’t been handling it well, your brother in exile while you were here, wasting away with the ghost of your best friend since birth. How fucked up is that? The cherry on fucking top of all of this. You didn’t mind, but it hurt that he only remembered bits and pieces. You wanted to yell at him, scream at him about how he left you and how selfish he was.

But you didn’t. He’d already dealt with too much from others, stuff he didn’t understand since Wilbur was the one to create it all. He didn’t deserve it, he didn’t do anything. His ghost is just the happy Wilbur that got lost.

“Dear? Are you ok?” You heard a voice ask from behind you as fuzzy fur was felt on your hand. You looked down and saw friend nuzzling into you, Wilbur holding the lead and looking at you with a concerned expression.

You signed out as you turned back. “Yeah, just thinking too much.”

Sitting down on the grass, Ghostbur came on the other side of you and sat down, both of you looking at the sunset that had just begun.

“I know how much alive me hated it when you overthought. I still have those memories. So I’m guessing he doesn’t want you too.” Ghost said with a soft voice as you smiled at the words, tears marking your water line.

“Yeah no, he hated it. So did Tommy. It’s why I’ve been doing it so much lately, I don’t have them to keep me in check.” You said as you brought your knees up to your chest, lying your head on your knees.

“What have you been thinking about?” The ghost beside you asked as you turned your head to look at him. His skin cold and blue in every way, the yellow sweater now ruined and a brown sheen from everything that’s happened. He looks different yet so familiar.

“How I could’ve been better. How I could’ve saved Tommy from being exiled by Tubbo, how he’s being tortured by the dream right now , how he’s just a kid and he doesn’t know any better. You have to be that petty to send a kid to prison on another island away from his only family? And then Wilbur- alive you- how selfish he was to just leave like that after destroying something we all worked hard to defend for months. How he left me alone to deal with all of his shit. Jesus I fucking hate him.” You whispered out the last part at you wiped the stray tears that fell. Your hatred for the man was short lived as a cold hand met yours and squeezed them together.

“I’m sorry I can’t help. But Toms doing fine, I saw him today. And for alive me, I know he loved you very much. And he wanted you safe and happy, so I’ll try my best to do that for you. I wish I could understand why everyone hates me, but all I know is I can’t fix it.” The statement was a sad one, but a true one. He couldn’t fix it, it was Wil’s problem to fix, but he was getting the short end of the stick.

You leaned over and placed your head on his shoulder, getting closer to him than before. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve it. We have each other yeah? Until Tom comes back?” You asked, looking you at him as he nodded, the sunset warming his face a bit, unless it was you.

“Yeah. I like that.” Ghostbur said as he relaxed into your touch, a smile on his face as he leaned to his head against yours.

You only needed each other in the end. You had your Wilbur, and that’s all you needed.

And your annoying brother.

[ax-y10]

Blue

In which- a peaceful few hours between ghostbur and you

A/n: Something I came up with in my messages with @vibestillaxxx

Chapter info: kissing (not lips), mention of biting, showering, sleeping, platonic relationship, hidden feelings

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Context: You'd just come in from doing some work in your garden and decided to wash up. It was around lunchtime when Ghostbur showed up with friend and wanted to help you out a little bit.

Ghostbur was sitting on the sofa watching friend graze in the fields in front of your small home accompanied by the soft sounds of the water running in the shower.

The small creak of the shower tap being turned off distracted him, but he kept watching friend, finding it amusing how the blue wool would randomly appear amongst the long wheat crop.

"Hello, my blue. Watching friend again, are we?" Your voice broke him from his thoughts, and ultimately entranced him with your soft voice again.

"Yeah but it was funny how he would randomly appear out of the overgrowth. I love it!"

He leaned against the back of the sofa, collecting his blue wool and two small needles and started knitting his small blue patch for his jumper again.

A little while later, you'd rested your head against his shoulder and listened to his soft breaths, and watched friends antics out in the field, a small friend he'd found bouncing around with him.

Your soft snores a few minutes later were quickly noticed by ghostbur and he lifted you into his arms and carried you up to your room. He knew it wasn't right to sleep in the same bed as you, but he was sure you wouldn't mind him just watching your peaceful face while you slept. Was it weird? Not in his eyes.

Eventually, he'd fallen asleep against the soft pillows at the other end of your bed, just before you woke up from your small nap. You climbed into his lap and sat there, admiring his translucent features and his stained blue fingertips.

He woke up to you rested against his arm, a small bite mark left there from your boredom getting the best of you, and some small red lines from where your fingers had run across his arm and shoulder. You didn't mean any harm by it, but just to get revenge for the obvious mark going to be left there, he couldn't help himself when he pressed lingering kisses across your face and jaw.

Safe to say when you both looked in the mirror, you both looked a mess.

Quick info: The biting isn't meant to be dirty, it's meant to be like when a sibling or friend bites you and you get a small red mark. The relationship is platonic but is essentially just you both hiding your feelings. And the thing about the red lines on his arm and shoulders is because I have a headcanon that Ghostbur leaves blue lines and shit on you and because he's translucent and doesn't have body heat, you leave little red lines of warmth.

[wither-shadow]

Lmanbur anon ur a genius

anyway, perhaps some general headcanon for eating out the c!wilbur variations?

Of course L'man Anon!

L'manbur

- this man whimpers and moans like a porn star, except it's actually real

- he grabs your hair or whatever is nearest like it is holding him onto the ground in zero gravity

- if you suck on his clit he will cum right then and there

-if you grab his thigh and stroke his side he will melt into your hands immediately he loves it when you do that

- he gets so nervous and blushy if you ask him to sit on your face

Pogbur

- he rarely lets you go down on him he loves to pleasure you

- he is really into going under a table or desk and eating you out and watching you struggle to concentrate while talking to other people

- if you do convince him to let you go down on him, he isn't exactly loud, but he isn't quiet either he will let out little sighs, moans, and groans

- he won't ever say it, but he loves it when you go down on him

-suck on his clit? He will change the position to ride your face

Ghostbur

- he is so blushy when you bring it up and he will just let you

- his moans are a bit loud but also soft

- he covers his face the whole time he is too shy to look at you

- once you are done with him, he wants to help you too

- he needs to cuddle after both of you are done

- he begs you to put hickeys all over his thighs (if you bite, it's even better for him)

Revbur

- he's super cocky at the start and tries to be demanding, but once you look up at him with angry eyes, he falters and blushes

- he has his own goal to not moan once to not give you the satisfaction of pleasuring him, but after a few minutes, you get your way, and he lets out a low whine

- he puts his hand over his eyes and tilts his head back as he arches his back just ever so perfectly

- he feels like a God in your presence just because of how you treat him as if he is your everything

- (he has a secret sacred kink/god kink)

- kinda like L'manbur, he cums so quickly if you suck on his clit

[listenheresweaty]

uhhh for the hc requests limbobur cos he makes he go feral and i just want hime to have some comfort

Someone made a fangame of Limbobur, btw! It's called "Limbo: The Saddest story in the World" (i think. there is a playthrough on youtube. about 42 minutes).

Since he's receiving comfort, I'll assume that the reader has died and joined him in limbo

His reaction is going to depend on how long he's been there, and how much he knew you before he died.

If you were dating/close and you die during the late beginning (2-3 year) of his time in Limbo, you've stumbled upon the worst of Limbobur. It's when he's screaming himself hoarse, clawing at the walls, trying again and again to board the train no matter how many times that invisible force knocks him back. He's a mess. He doesn't want to return to life, exactly, but he really, really wants out of the train station. When the train rolls in with your soul in tow, he runs towards it, thinking that it's for his escape. Instead, it pushes him back again--- and pushes you in as well. You stumble into him, and he clasps his arms around you by instinct, staring at you uncomprehendingly.

Wilbur's almost disappointed. But no matter. At least he isn't alone anymore, as he cradles your face and bombards you with questions--- what do you see? are you really dead? are you with him? can you see him? hear him?

He obligates you to help with his escape attempts. Maybe if there are two people running at the doors, it'll work. Don't bother trying to argue. He isn't going to miss out on an opportunity to escape this hellhole just because you are acting all apprehensive.

Early Limbobur has so many breakdowns. He doesn't react when you hug him, only muttering, rambling on about how much he wants to leave, all his thoughts and theories on limbo so far--- but when you try and pull away, he sits up so quick it startles you half to death. He grabs your arm and looks at you with wild, pleading eyes, terrified you were about to disappear.

Please hold Wilbur's face, bring him to sit sideways in your lap as you cradle him. Let him cry and scream. He won't hug back, but trust me--- your actions will be appreciated later on. On the downside, he's never letting go. not for a couple years.

It's only towards the middle of his time in limbo, when he begins to give up, he's a little more attentive: closing his eyes in bliss when you stroke his hair, brushing his thumb across your knuckles, looping an arm around your waist. It's then that he starts holding conversations with you. It's then when he finally asks how you died.

Wilbur doesn't smile-- not even a fake one. He's withdrawn, distant. You both failed to get out, even with your combined efforts. Wilbur will never, ever believe it to be your fault.... but he can't help feeling bitter.

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If you visit him around the time Tommy did, he's calmed down. Cheerfully, he welcomes you, bringing you over to a deck of cards and encourages you to play with him. Wilbur notices you staring at the old, bloody scratch marks on the wall, laughs and waves it off. "Pay no mind to that. The me from 6-7 years ago was a mess." (i think he canonically said something similar to tommy).

Wilbur still hates Limbo, but still believes he deserves to be there. He talks about his death with morbid ease, regardless of how uncomfortable about the topic you seem.

Actually, if you are particularly panicked about your new situation, he'll just keep talking about whatever's on his mind, not wanting to face your mental state-- it reminds him too much of his experience 6-7 years ago. rants about philosophy, politics, and random ideas. you don't want to talk? That's alright! You can just listen. It's been years since he's had anyone, he'll take what he can get

Act more composed though, and you might make a more meaningful connection. Talk about your previous lives with solemnity, and he will join you in your speculation, nodding along and occasionally giving his quiet input.

Ask him if he's alright, he will blink in surprise and confusion. "...I'm good." he says, but only because he didn't know what else to say. Did you really just ask him that? Have you seen where the two of you are trapped?

Ask him if he needs a hug, he will fall silent. ".. It's--- it's fine." He says, blinking as if he's having trouble remembering what one is.

Ask him if he wants a hug, and he will have nearly the same reaction. But instead of brushing you off, he will nod and say, "Sure", in a choked voice.

holds you so tight you fear your ribs will crack

pet his hair or scratch his scalp and he might actually whine.

He won't cry though. He wants to, but the pressure just builds up in his throat at chest cavity instead of leaking out of his eyes, which stay stubbornly dry. It's incredibly frustrating.

Give 👏 wilbur👏  back👏  massages

any kind of massage. rub his shoulders, jaw, back, scalp. anything to calm the tension and frustration of being unable to get his emotions out.

You offer him to sit in your lap one day, and although he's confused, he complies. as soon as you start rubbing circles into his shoulderblades, he melts like butter.

completely limp. he almost knocks you down by just falling back against you

it's not a perfect remedy, but it's the best you can do.

you better not let him go >:(

Will give faint, tired smiles if you give him physical or verbal affection.

Whenever you are holding him from behind, he will always turn his head to the side as if trying to get a look at you-- wanting to be as close as possible.

trembles when you hold him. he can't control it

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visiting at the very end of his limbo

By the 13th year though, Wilbur is catatonic. He doesn't care about whether he deserves to be there or not--- what determines who deserves punishment, anyway? What moral code exists for a dead man?

He wants out. Tommy has already visited and left him (he screamed when tommy disappeared, for the first time in years)

As soon as Wilbur sees you roll in, he's rushing over, tugging you onto the platform

He's almost the same as if you had visited him towards the middle of his limbo, but with key differences

1. He is a lot quieter, ranting much less

2. He doesn't let you out of his sight. This is post Tommy's revival, so he's tense and half-expecting you to disappear, leaving him alone again.

3. Because he no longer believes (or cares) that he deserves to be in Limbo, he avoids the topic of his death. it's not as easy to talk about anymore.

If you hug him, he'll just hold you tight, silently.

You can't hug him from behind though. You have to be facing him, so he's able to wrap his arms around you and ensure that no one will take you away.

hope these were satisfactory :)

[gingerkittyfics]

By the River

Ghostbur x Reader Fluff!! Can be seen as Platonic or Romantic!

Warning: Nope!

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You don’t remember the last time you’d hung out with a friend. Let alone the ghost of one of your closest friends, Wilbur! It wasn’t the same, obviously. Every time you reached for his hand, you were met with an almost cold feeling in his palms and had to pull away. It was sad, you couldn’t even kiss him hello without having to pull your lips away almost immediately.

Even now, it was no different, as you walked past a river, wherever it was. Hold on, when did this server even have a river? -

sst!

your thoughts were cut off by a tiny, but otherwise audible sizzle. You stopped in your tracks, looking over your shoulder. The ghost of your dear friend was staring up at you, his index fingertip hovering over the current. You sighed. “Wil- Ghostbur.” You quickly corrected yourself. “You can’t put your finger in the water, you’ll get hurt.” You say, approaching the ghost. The ghost frowned, nearly narrowing his eyes as he placed his finger into the watercurrent. “Hey!” You spoke up, kneeling beside him.

He stuck out his tongue, blowing a raspberry. “I don’t have to listen to your words.” He hid back a cheeky smile, chuckling. You blinked slowly, raising an eyebrow. “I bet if I were to shove you into the river, you wouldn’t be saying all that.” You said, scooting closer to him. The ghost rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “You wouldn’t do that!” He exclaimed, a low tone of worry in his voice. No, you wouldn’t do that.

A small grin appeared on your lips, as you place on your hands on his back. He squealed, shuffling away. “No please! I’m sorry - I was jokinggg!!” He whined out, covering himself. You could only laughed, shaking your head. “All bark but no bite. Atleast as a ghost.” You look back at Ghostbur, as the spirit sat up, frowning.

“You’re a bully.” He huffed, turning away from you, and facing the edge of where the water had been streaming. Tilting your head, you moved over towards him, and matching his gaze. The watercurrent, as it ran against the rocks, looked, just peaceful. If you wanted to, you could scoop up however much you wanted out of the current and bring it up to your lips. The water just looked, delectable, in a way? That could be your dehydration and lack of care towards yourself talking, or the furrowed eyebrows knit on the ghosts face.

You slightly leaned over to look at him. “Is everything alright? I didn’t mean to scare you.” You spoke, delicately, reaching for his hand. He nodded, sighing. “Everything feels so easy. I wish it never ends.” He hummed, shutting his eyelids. You blinked, not sure how to respond. But by the peaceful and content look on his face, you decide it’s better to just, let him have this.

You nod in agreement, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Now, it was odd, the sudden whoosh and cold air on your ear, but somehow, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered, really, was Wilbur. Or ateast this version of him.

Kind and peaceful, generous, considerate. Something, someone you looked forward to talking with. As you look down at the reflection, you only see yourself, in a sort of uncomfortable position in the air. But you knew well, that it wasn’t you by yourself.

If somehow you could keep it like this, forever you could. He seemed to agreed, as he tightened his hold on your hand. You shared a look with him, giggling. “I’d only hope you don’t look back on your words.” Was all you could say. The ghost smiled, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “I’d doubt it.” He whispered into your hair.

Maybe another day, or time you can worry about the future. But for now, you quite enjoyed the present.

[simp-king-noshi]

FLUFFTOBER MASTER LIST ✨💖💞

FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST

day one first kiss/Wilbur soot

day two love confession/Jack Met

day three sick/injury/Tommyinnit

day four rainy day/Ghostbur

day five dancing together/Dabi

day six playing with hair/Karl Jacobs

day seven sharing clothe/Jschlatt

day eight kid fic/pet fic/Ghostbur

day nine showering/bathing/2-D

day ten gift giving/Dream

day twelve meet cute/Simpbur

day thirteen learning a craft/Ghostbur

day fourteen locked in/trapped in/Simpbur

day fifteen early morning/Russel Hobbs

day sixteen stargazing/Georgenotfounf

day seventeen massage/dream

day eighteen protecting/Revivebur

day nineteen road trip/motel/ Dream Team

day twenty reading together/ Noodle

day twenty one picnic/2-D

day twenty two apologies/Murdoc niccals

day twenty three coffee shop/book store/bbh

twenty four game night/ tommyinnit

twenty five love letters/simpbur

twenty six drunken confessions/sapnap

twenty seven nightmares/pogbur (pogtopia Wilbur)

twenty eight pumpkin patch/Jack Met

twenty nine corn maze/ Argbur

thirty scary movies/2-D

day thirty one Halloween costumes/Murdoc niccals

[bursonafied]

what the hell's an intro?

SUPER FUN INFO !

hiii!! I’m Ozzy, Oz, Ozbur… whatever you wanna call me! I’m 18 & use they/them! I enjoy writing a lot, drawing! and I am a huuuuge enjoyer of Bursonas. I like Lovejoy, Wilbur Soot duh, The Walking Dead, and I like to think of myself as a bit of a gamer… Minecraft, Apex Legends, Lethal Company, The Finals, Phasmo… etc.

REQUESTS !

I will take writing requests in my asks! I may take some time to get to them since I’m a student. I mainly write the different bursonas! Especially Simpbur!!

BOUNDARIES !

I would prefer if minors DNI since I am an adult!! 

I will NOT write: incest, scat/urine, pedophilia, necrophilia, IRL Wilbur (cc!wilbur, or other irl streamers/people), sootcest (/romantic,, platonic is fine!)

I WILL write: angst, transmasc (bc i'm transmasc n i say so), tooth rotting fluff, AUs

writing will most likely be you/yours pronouns

Feel free to send asks, requests, blurbs… anything you want! I will be accepting Anons as well, so claim your emojis :) 

[dearest-painter]

Since hazbin hotel and helluva boss are linked(there both in hell and all-) ghostbur/revivebur!reader could have met multiple of the helluva boss characters

Ghostbur!Reader is known to be shy yet sociable just ask Alastor or Angel Dust or Husk! Actually…I suggest you don’t as their not so friendly so how about you ask Millie? Or Moxxie? Or how about Vortex? Or Queen B? I personally suggest you ask Millie as she’s the safer option! Yet Ghostbur!Reader is seen hanging out with Queen B and Vortex often but also napping with Moxxie as Millie takes photos.

Now if you wanna know who Revivebur!Reader talks to then it has to be Blitz, Luna, Verosika Mayday, Stolas, Striker, and Asmodeusu…funny ain’t it? How different they are despite being the same person? Revivebur!Reader seems to make friends with so many bad people or people with power while Ghostbur!Reader prefers people who don’t really use their power for bad yet they stay friends with everyone they talk to…….such an odd little thing aren’t they?

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Have some blue Tommy! 💙🌀🔵🔷🔹🟦

-Ghostbur

Oh!! 🤗🤗🤗🤗 thanks Ghostbur :) haven’t had blue in FOREVER

(Tommy puts the Blue in his mouth and munches it down.)