#wilbur smut

[cathers-world]

Kinktober

NSFW

Things Wilbur would say in bed

Not proof read!

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•“Your cunts so tiny it cant even take all of me”

•“Whore fucking your self on my cock”

•“So,so, so tight”

• “you just love my cock in you don’t you”

• “shhh you don’t want them to hear how much of a slut you are for me do you?”

• “ such a pain slut”

• “doll I’m glad you love my cock but I can’t fit anymore in”

• “shut the fuck up I know you can take it”

• “fucking whore you like getting other men’s attention?!”

• “so wet I’ve barely touched you”

• “aw so needy, grinding on my fingers”

• “if you don’t stop I’m going to have to punish you doll”

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Part 2? 😋

@bqcornnuts-1

[120-slut]

dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^

dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

[justpuppylove]

i love your work so much!! may i request some nsfw wilbur headcanons? 💗💗

NSFW WILBUR SOOT HEADCANONS

THANK YOU AND OF COURSE :3

I’ve already written some smut on him so that’ll be incorporated in this

-Hes definitely a hard dom, he’s always rough with you and he loves teasing you.

-I’ve already said this but he’s suck a painslut omfgggg. He loves his hair pulled, he loves when you dig your nails into him, and he loves when you bite him. That shit definitely makes him hard.

-Wilbur for sure has a breeding kink, “Want me to fill you with my kids? You’d love that wouldn’t you darling?” Aughhhhh he’d fill you up over and over again and just watch as his cum leaks out of you.

-He’d put you on your knees and make you call him your god. “So pretty for your god hm?

-He loves being told how good he’s making you feel, he loves being praised while degrading you. He’d be so smug about it too “I make you feel good dont I? You’re such a slut for me. Such a dirty whore, do you think you deserve to cum?”

-As much as he hates to admit it, you make him jealous so fucking easily. Laughing with your friends a little too long? Someone getting flirty with you without you realizing? Wearing something a little too revealing? Fucked. Fucked. Fucked.

[willsdreamgirl]

amazon standing lamp ⋆｡˚ — wilbur soot x reader

wilbur soot x fem!reader

will has everything he could ever want, then why does he still feel so empty?

18+ | minors please dni! angst and smut

cw: mentions of sex, different sex positions, descriptions of sex, angst, mentions of anxiety, wilbur is NOT okay and neither is the author

word count: 600+

a/n: finally had the motivation to write after a HOT MINUTE. was inspired by wilbur’s new album, mammalian sighing reflex. angst, just BIG ANGST.

“midday missionary, midnight loathing, midnight cowgirl, morning smoking”

your fingers clutch the cream coloured sheets under you, and you spread your legs wide, as wilbur thrusts into you. the sound of skin slapping fills your shared bedroom, your moans fill his ears. “mm, will, just like that…” you look up at him, and he looks at you like he sees right through you. you search his face, his brows furrowing in deep thought rather than pleasure. you manage to string together a sentence between his methodical, almost calculated movements. “hey will… you okay?” he snaps back to reality, looks down at your body and up at you, with a small smile on his face. yet, his eyes look like bottomless voids. you don’t say anything, and neither does he. he keeps going until you orgasm, and pulls out. you sit up, not caring about the post-sex exhaustion starting to set in your bones. “will… you didn’t finish? you okay?” he looks down at the floor. in that moment, he looks so damn vulnerable, so small, all bare. he sighs and looks at you from across the from as he’s putting his boxers back on. “yeah, yeah. i’m good. just not feeling it right now…” something just wasn’t right. you bit your lip, and smiled shyly, walking across the room. you knelt down in front of him, hands running across the waistband of his boxers. “i can help with that…” he looks and you with tired eyes and pushes your hand away gently. “look y/n, not right now, okay?” he walks away, leaving you on the floor, slight carpet burn making the skin on your knees sting.

you decide to leave him alone for a while, watching his disappear behind the door of his home office. you only see him around 9:00 pm, when he comes out to grab a plate of dinner you’d called him to eat an hour ago. you get up from your chair at the table. “i can warm that up for you, love!” you offer. he looks down at his plate, before sighing. “it’s fine.” you watch him walk away from you, yet again.

you go out for a walk to clear your head. he doesn’t ask where you’re going. you return at midnight, the apartment so quiet as if it were devoid of all life. you make your way to your bedroom. wilbur’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, fiddling with a half burnt joint between his fingers. he sighs as he senses your presence. he puts out the joint on the wood of the nightstand, and motions for you to sit on his lap. you straddle his lap, your cold thighs resting against his warm ones. he pulls you in by your jaw, and kisses you like a man starved, teeth before tongue. he tastes like weed, and if you didn’t love the idea of it, you’d almost be disgusted.

time passes and somehow, you two end up tangled in each other’s arms. you smile into his neck. he looks at you blankly, before turning his head to the side, looking at the amazon standing lamp sitting on the nightstand, as you ride him. you moan wantonly, throwing your head back, elated at finally having gotten your boy back. meanwhile, a tear falls out of the corner of wilbur’s eye. but he plays along, he could never hurt the best thing to ever happen to him. he’s memorized every detail on the amazon standing lamp, the only constant in his life.

he has everything he could ever ask for, then why does he feel so empty?

[wilbursprincess]

Hello! Could you Write some smut headcanons of will? Hope you have a Great day!💗

Superstarbur Smut Headcannons

Bursona x Female Reader

Warnings: Pure filth. Not sorry.

HELLO LOVELY ANON! Did a little happy dance in the kitchen while making myself soup to see this! Not sure how many people on here know that Will himself isn’t big on people writing NSFW/smut about his irl stuff, but he doesn’t mind it about his Bursonas. As much as I’d love to fulfill your request as asked, the closest I could get was writing smut headcannons about my personal favorite Bursona (which I made up, ofc) Superstarbur! Basically the character he plays when he’s acting like a rockstar during gigs and posing for edits (think the ENTIRE choreography for POABS). Sorry that this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I promise it’s just as filthy <3

Smut headcannons below cut!

~Superstarbur gives off big dick energy for a reason. He’s packing. Almost painfully so, but would tease you when you whined. (‘You can take it for me, yea?’)

~100% the kind of guy to buy you pretty lingerie for the sheer purpose of taking it off later.

~Have you seen this man play the guitar? Very good with his fingers.

~Also hands. Choke me.

~Riding him after a gig when he’s absolutely exhausted but still so desperate for you <3

~Dabbing concealer on all the hickies you left on his neck before he goes onstage.

~You cannot tell me there’s a submissive bone in Superstarbur’s body. Even if you’re on top, he’s always in control.

~Would absolutely go feral when you begged him for anything. Even if it was something innocent, like begging him to get you something at the store, you’d be saying something similar when he got you home and into bed.

~Obsessed with you. Like, obsessed. Obsessed to the point where it’s almost too much, but you absolutely adore it.

~Equally loves to praise and degrade you. Often at the same time.

~His favorite innocent pet names for you are ‘love’, ‘darling’, ‘princess’, and ‘angel’.

~Loves to call you variations of ‘good girl’. Think ‘my good girl’, ‘that’s my good girl’, and the like.

~Even when he’s degrading you, Superstarbur can never resist calling you his. Think ‘my pretty little slut’ and so forth.

~Wouldn’t be able to control himself if you sat on his lap in a skirt. “Easy access” as he calls it.

~Superstarbur loves making out backstage just before he goes out to perform. Says it gives him energy and pushes him to push through when he’s exhausted.

~But loves taking you back to the tiny bunk on the tour bus even more ;)

[haunted-headset]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[elizabarnes]

Thinking about rideing wilbur

Omg anon I love you

After the gig

Wilbur Soot x Afab!reader :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!!

Wilbur walks off stage after bowing, he walks straight over to you and hugs you, your head in his chest. “Will, you stink!” You giggle as you try and get out of his grasp but it’s no use. “Sorry, love. You’ve chosen this life.” “I didn’t choose anything!” You yell, continuing to squirm in his arms. “Well, you did say yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend 4 years ago.” He replies in a calm voice, receiving a sigh of defeat from you as you quit squirming and accept it.

(I’m just gonna time skip cuz I’m lazy, so time skip to where you’re at home.)

Will comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his bulge evident. “Love, I need you so bad but I’m so tired.” He says in a gruff voice. “Hmm.. lay down.” You say with a smirk as you set your phone down on your nightstand. He lays down and takes off the towel, throwing it on the floor. He’s now fully naked in front of you so you take off your his shirt revealing your bare breasts to him. You pull your underwear off and throw both items over to the end of the bed as you get on top of Will, his hands going to your hips as he helps lower you onto his cock. He lets out a groan as you let out a whimper once he’s all the way in. You sit there, waiting till you’re fully adjusted. You and Wilbur just stare at each other, you look at every last detail on his face while he looks at yours. You look at the small beauty mark under his right eye, the way his hair looks wet, and how he’s growing a little bit of stubble. Once you fully adjust you start bouncing on his cock, at first slow and gentle bounces before you start speeding up your bounces, both you and Will's moans getting louder. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum, darling!-“ He moans loudly. “Shit- I am too-“ You whimper back. You both cum together and after you just lay there on top of him, heavily breathing. You get off him and lay back down on your side once you’ve both come down from your highs. You both get up and get dressed before laying back down, cuddling together, and falling asleep while looking at each other.

[ra1nyd4yzz]

Weird, perv Wilbur x sweet, gyrau reader!

warnings: smut, mentions of sex toys, use of sex toys, Wilbur's room is disgusting and vile. I really don't know any other warnings so if I missed any let me know!!

Taglist:@abbs-writes-nsfw

Words:763

this started off as nothing like I wrote a little blurb type thing in abbs asks and it kinda progressed and now we have this! I hope you like it also it was my first time writing smut so it's not great but I tried my best also its not edited. this took hours for some reason.

You now always teased Wilbur for how you guys started dating, i mean how could you not i mean you caught him jerking off to a photo of you of course you were going to tease the poor boy he deserved it for being a perv.

You were in his room, him laying in his bed watching you as you cleaned up his room. “Babe, you know I can clean it right?” He said looking at you like you were his goddess “yea but you wont i mean look at this ugh” you picked up a bowl of mouldy unfinished ramen “how old is this wil?” he looked at it “ohh that's where i put that huh i must have forgotten” he chuckled and you side put the bowl in a trash bag and you continued cleaning his room.

Putting dirty clothes in his unused clothes basket and bowls of mouldy ramen and cereal in the bin because you know those bowls could never be washed enough to get the mould off them.

You got on the ground after you cleared it and stuck your head under the bed, you decided you were cleaning everything out so under his bed and closet were getting cleaned out. Wilbur stared at your perfect body as you went down well. He was mainly staring at your ass but still it was perfect to him.

You pulled out a shoe box, weirdly it was the only one under his bed? You set it on his desk in front of his monitor. Wilbur was too intrapped in your glory he didn't notice the shoebox “what's this baby?” you asked and he had to drag his eyes from your body to the shoe box on his desk and he immediately freaked “sweetheart lets not open this box please its personal-” and before you could even hear the last part of his sentence you opened the shoebox and started giggling at the contents inside.

“Sex toys really wilbur?” you picked up a fleshlight “bet you used these while looking at photos of me you perv” you chuckled saying it as a joke, you turned to wilbur and he was looking down in his lap in guilt “you didn't actually did you wilbur?” no reply, your mouth slightly parted “wilbur?” you asked again he shamefully looked back up and grabbed it off you and shoved it back in the shoe box and closed it.

You chuckled at the thought of your pretty boy being a perv for you, you opened up the box and grabbed the fleshlight “y/n stop-” “take off your pants and boxers now wilbur” you said as you cut him off, the tone you had was new to him, more dominant and stern somehow still keeping your soft and sweet demeanour to it. He immediately obeyed you and threw off his sweats and boxer, you sat next to him in his bed and pulled him into your lap.

It was easy to pull him into your lap as he was lanky, his cock was already hard you chuckle “oh pretty boy your cocks already hard” you couldn't keep in your giggle and that just turned him on even more, you were his goddess “well sweetboy i dont really want to fuck so im gonna use this fleshlight to get you off okay sweetheart? Just imagine it's me alright, imagine it's my tight pussy around you” he nodded and whimpered, already unable to say words “sweet boy i need to hear a yes or i can't continue” you stroked his hair and ran your fingers through his gorgeous brown curls.

“Y-yes” you heard that and slowly lowered the fleshlight on his cock, he whimpered and whined in pleasure as you went up and now and praised him, he quickly gave in and cummed, you were so proud of your pretty boy.

“good job sweetheart, let me clean you up ok?” he nodded and you took the fleshlight off his dick and put it on his desk, he whined before moaning and you licked a strip up his cock, cleaning up the cum before stopping and getting up.

You quickly came back into his room with a chux and wiped up him and the mess on the bed before helping him into his boxers, you gave him one of his hoodies and he put it on, you guys cuddled “you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you alright” you caressed his cheek, he was so tired already and he mumbled and then fell asleep in your embrace.

[cathers-world]

Quick NSFW Wilbur HC while you wait!!!!

Warnings: NSFW

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 • solid 8 inches and pretty girthy

• bro him face fucking you when he edits<3

• will send you out the house with cum in your pussy

• you know how he wants kids, well breading kink

• he 100% gets jealous easily and if he does, railed doesn’t matter we’re you are

• size kink because of how tall he is like GOD DAMN because your so small and cute and like a tiny fuck toy he can take advantage of<3

• he wouldn’t have paddles or whips no no no he would use his belt to spank you and if you were really being a brat hit your clit with his belt full force. OMG HE WOULD LOVE DOING THAT AND THEN GOING TO WORK WEARING THAT SAME BELT

• back on the size kink like omg just throwing your little useless body around especially if you chubby

•slapping you because your his little fuck toy with no purpose other than pleasing him

• HE WOULD LOVEEEEEEE IF YOUR HIS LITTLE HOUSE WIFE

•he would be misogynistic in bed fight me

• and lastly a little silly one him fucking you and he moves his hair and you see his big ass four head BAHAHSHAHAH

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thank you for the love and the SFW is coming out “soon!”

 

[abbygalz]

💙I love your neck💙

Tag list: Let me know if you wanna be added&lt;3

Requested by @he4v3n : Soft sex w Ghostbur running his hands through his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Tw: smut, hickeys, swearing, pet names, I feel like I’m missing something so let me know please!

18+ please

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18+ please

Wilbur was a odd boyfriend to say the least, not to say he was weird or anything well to some I guess he was but not to you, you couldn’t really be honest with anyone on who you were dating considering your boyfriend was dead, besides that he is a really great boyfriend! It’s just a bit confusing, sometimes he’s there other times he isn’t there and certain times he is there but doesn’t tell you.

You were brushing your teeth after your shower when you heard footsteps, in the mirror you saw behind you Wilbur appear he ran his fingers through his hair standing close behind you letting his cold hands travel towards your waist. “What do you have tomorrow?” he mumbled as you finished brushing your teeth, “Nothing, just planning on laying around yknow, it’s a Saturday nothing important.” You replied as he placed her head on your shoulder “So if you didn’t get much sleep it wouldn’t be a problem?” He asked as you shook your head, “Why?” you mumbled. “Oh well, I was just thinking..” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he brought his hand from your waist to your chin. “What would you say about a nice night, I think it would be fun.” He paused “Only if you think it would be fun.”

You nodded “I’d like that..” you mumbled smiling playfully as you felt a heat on your cheeks. Wilbur stared at you for a moment before letting the hand on your chin trail down your body. “Your cute, you do know that right.?” He asked smiling carefully grabbing her hand leading her to the bedroom as you giggled. “Let me know if anything is to much alright?” his voice was gentle and soft, you nodded and he stopped his voice was still soft and gentle yet this time he sounded a bit stern, “I need you to use your words, make sure your paying attention.” He ruffled your hair playfully. “I’ll let you know, I promise.” she giggled. He placed her on the bed carefully climbing on top of her leaning towards her kissing her softly his kisses traveled to your jaw, towards her neck.

Soft sighs of pleasure left your lips as he kissed your neck nibbling softly after a bit he pulled back he seemed flustered and he sat up looking at you his hands going down to the hem of your shirt looking to your eyes for consent. “Go ahead.” You mumbled trying not to show your desperation as he slowly took off your shirt his hands traveling along your torso leaning back in to kiss yours chest down to the hem of your bra his hands slowly reached behind you unclipping it.

“God your beautiful..” he whispered gently groping you, soft gasps and sighs of pleasure left your mouth. He kissed and gently groped your tits for a while before leaning back up whispering again, “So fucking beautiful.” He gently scooted down his hand on the waistband of your shorts, “May I?” He asked and you nodded “Words my love, words.” He chuckled seeing you pout not for long though as you spoke “You may.” Your voice was a bit whiney making him chuckle to himself as he gently pulled your shorts down along with your panties.

“God I love you..” he whispered his hands pushing your thighs apart careful not to hurt you. Slowly but surely he brought his hand to your clit gently rubbing slow circles making you whine. He was gentle and soft with you starting to prep you not wanting to hurt you. Drawing moans from your lips, his fingers were slow inside you easily pleasuring you as he stretched you out. “Fuck-keep moaning..” he mumbled making you moan as he hit a spot making your back arch.

His thumb went to your clit rubbing soft circles as his fingers still moving slowly inside you hitting your sweet spot you let moans and whimpers fall from your lips. He was blinded by lust, he genuinely loves you so so so much. After preparing you for the main even he carefully got up sliding his pants and boxers off carefully climbing back on top of you.

“Let me know when your ready.” He spoke his voice was soft and gentle there was no impatience whatsoever he was waiting for you. “I’m ready.” You mumbled and he slowly lined himself up slowly pressing in so he wouldn’t cause to much discomfort. He slowly pushed all the way in looking to you studying your face for any discomfort, he sat there for a while tucking her head in your neck softly kissing and nibbling waiting for the slightest whimper to leave your lips indicating he should start moving. He kissed and nibbled all over your neck never biting roughly any spots he thought he nibbled to hard in her licked for a while to ease any soreness.

Finally a short gasp left your lips you nodded and he sat back up running his fingers through his hair before putting his weight on the hand above your shoulder and placing his free hand in your hip slowly pulling out then pushing back in his thrusts were slow and steady small grunts left his lips soft moans leaving yours, as the moans grew louder his thrusts picked up pace, he never went fast though not unless you asked for it.

“God you look beautiful..” his free hand traveled from your waist to your chin leaning in to kiss you lovingly once he leaned up his hand traveled from your chin to your chest his gentle hands softly groping and massaging your tits. Neither of you normally lasted that long, considering he is a ghost and has been dead for years, years with no sex and you, you just didn’t last long he didn’t seem to care though, if anything he preferred it.

You started to squirm under him and he leaned down kissing your neck again you stuttered and whimpered moaning in his ear because of how his head was in your neck after a while you finally got a choppy sentence out “I’m gonna cum..” he leaned up and you looked in his eyes lustfully “go ahead, I’m here.” His hand went down to your waist then your clit making your orgasm crash over you, everything was nice and soft he helped you through it all. He slowed down a bit so he wouldn’t overstimulated his orgasm was right behind yours. “Where at?” He asked you his hand gently traveling up your sides, you wrapped your legs around his waist signaling where. he came in you, lazily and slowly thrusting a few more times before pulling out and showering you with small kisses. “I love you, I love all of you I love love you so much!” He whispered making you giggle he kissed your neck one last time. “I love your neck,” he paused running his fingers through his hair. “A lot.” Making you giggle.

He helped you into a his shirt putting your panties back on, putting his boxers on himself. He gently got in bed pulling you close to him kissing your forehead resting his head in your neck as you both fell asleep.

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I’m so sorry if this is shit! I kinda expected it, it’s my first time writing smut haha

[deadqueerboys]

More simpbur 🙏🙏

Or argbur 🙏🙏

Or revivebur (oh my lord this man brings out the worst in me holy)

Idk that much about Revivebur, but here are more Argbur and Simpbur x Male Reader (separately).

Simpbur nsfw headcanons (not problematic as the last one).

Argbur sfw headcanons (chill stuff).

Simpbur;

Just a little bitch who need love and attention, I know he's obsessed for you, but who cares?? Absolutely loves when you show love, more sexually than any other thing. I believe that this man is more physically obsessed than emotionally obsessed.

Needs your hands on him all the time. Don't be silly. It's not for holding hands. He wants your hands around his neck, treating him like a prey.

Simpbur put your hands on his body in random times at the day when he's bored, if you don't give him attention that means you don't love him anymore.

"Baaaaabe.." Simpbur begs, punting at you while he takes your hand and put it on his shoulder. "Come on, scratch those nails into my skin.."

He begs for anything.

If you're at work and he works with you as well, he might ask your help for a "leak in the sink " on the bathroom. Let's say that when you got there, the only thing leaking was his cock.

Fuck him while looking him dead in the eyes, say that you hate him, fucking let him wrap those legs around your hips while you get inside of him with all your strongest.

Oh, God, never ask him to shut up. He won't! He needs it. That's his time with you, and he needs to speak!

He's so messy, begging and sobbing above you. "Yes, please, please, babe. I love you, i love you so much.."

Let's make a deal, humiliation sex. Overstimulate him.

Fuck this man in front of a mirror, let he see how pathetic he's while you keep going deeper on him. That mouth closed, his lips almost bleeding because he was so needy, and he tried not to moan so much, even though he loves moan for you.

Argbur;

Oh, my sweet man, who feels cold all the time.. what can I say about him? Let's see..

Argbur is just.. sweet in every way possible.

He likes so much to keep you close, not good with feeling but amazing in showing it physically.

Argbur hugs you all the time. His body shakes with the cold while he just tries to get warm from you.

The little spoon, always with his head on your chest.

There's something careful in his emotions about you. He likes it when you bite his ears, in a soft way, of course. I mean..

LOOK AT THIS ^@**@×<@*&#&#;×*@&÷<*#&#

Soft kisses on his lips, slightly fall apart when he sighs.

Your warm breath on his neck is what makes he feel better.

Play with his fingers, please.

Argbur usually bites his nails when he's nervous.

I know he might be crazy, but jeez.. he's just need some rest.

Argbur sleep on your shoulder sometimes, usually after editing a video.

Takes some of your clothes, especially the hoodies and beanies.

[120-slut]

dream smut . female reader

dom dream does things to me ///-///

your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.

dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.

it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.

while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.

“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.

you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.

dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.

he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.

you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.

he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.

“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”

the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”

“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.

you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”

“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.

[wilbursprincess]

Arranged Marriage With Princebur

Princebur x Reader

Warnings: Sex, mentions of sex, angsty towards the end :D

Hi Tumblr. I wrote this as a ‘crack fic’ (mostly just self indulgent) but was so proud I figured you all deserved it too :) If you’ve read parts 1-4 of my Princebur headcannons, then this is familiar, but if not, you’re in for a treat! This is very loosely inspired from one of my favorite books of all time, ‘The Giver Of Stars’ by Jojo Moyes.

Fic below cut!

When my parents sat me down one day, I knew the news couldn’t be good.

The king and queen of my country were getting older, and all the newspapers were talking about their son, Wilbur, soon to take over the throne, wondering who would be his bride. I’d seen him, a black-and-white photo adorning these articles, and secretly felt sorry for whoever he’d be forced to marry. The royal family was big on arranged marriages. How else would they get more heirs to the throne?

“We’re going to the castle for tea,” my mother explained briskly. “The queen was aware you’re her son’s age, and-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupt, gaining a sharp glare from my father. “You want to marry me off to a prince?”

My father smiles, though it’s far from warm. “Well, hopefully, if they take liking to you.”

“Have you considered I don’t want to be forced into a loveless marriage, just to be a vessel for heirs to the throne?” I say, both my parents’ gazes turning stony.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” my mother snapped. “It’s a great honor to marry into the royal family. Wilbur’s a good man. Handsome, even.”

Sure. Wilbur’s handsome, if you like the snobby prince look.

“Go get ready,” my father adds, getting up from the table. “Wear your nicest dress, and try and do something with your hair. It looks like you rolled around in a barn.”

~

“It’s so lovely to meet you,” the queen simpered, giving me a watery smile. “You look lovely. Just like a future princess should.”

Lovely?

The corset my mother cinched me into was so tight, I couldn’t take a deep breath in, a trickle of sweat running down my back. My best shoes hadn’t been worn in over a year, and they were slightly too small, with a blister already forming on my heel. The heavy makeup caked on my cheeks and eyelashes felt thick. Maybe this was why all the royals looked miserable all the time.

“Thank you, ma’am,” I say, forcing a smile when my mother nudges me under the table. “These cakes are delicious.” That wasn’t a lie, however, my father had stopped me from taking more than one. Probably on the grounds that it wasn’t ‘ladylike’.

The queen forces another smile. “Our cooks here are very talented, dear. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger when you marry Wilbur. They’ll wait on you hand and foot.”

I force my face into what I hope is an impressed expression.

I might complain about the chores at home, but I’d be bored silly without them. What would I do, just sit around all day? And wait, wait, did she say ‘when’?

“Did you say, ‘when’ she marries Wilbur?” My father says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

The king nods. “We did. Your daughter is exactly what we’re looking for in a bride for our son. She has lovely composure, perfect manners, and we can tell Wilbur’s already taken a liking to her.”

I sneak a glance over at Wilbur, who gives me the tiniest smile. Begrudgingly, I had to admit he was vaguely handsome. Sharp jawline, refined features, slightly messy brunette curls, and sparkling deep brown eyes.

Maybe this won’t be too bad.

“They’ll make such perfect babies,” my mother adds, the queen nodding her agreement. Snatching my eyes away from Wilbur, I pick up my now-lukewarm tea to hide my embarrassment.

Nevermind.

“So it’s agreed?” My father asks.

The king smiles. “It’s agreed. We’ll get to wedding planning right away. Everyone loves a good royal wedding. It’ll bring the country together.”

~

I’d never seen such a ridiculous waste of money before. The newspapers were eating up any tidbit they could about the wedding, and all the headlines made me groan.

‘Wilbur’s bride-to-be rumored to walk down the aisle in a pure silk gown!’

‘The royal family reported to be buying the future princess an entire wardrobe of velvet and silk, complete with jewlery to match!’

‘Royal wedding to be decorated with thousands of roses!’

I did my best to avoid looking at the bold headlines on the papers that piled up on my kitchen table.

My parents were over the moon, helping me pack up my belongings in preparation for moving into the castle. Or, rather, they were deciding which of my belongings belonged in the castle.

“Why would you bring such an old dress? They’ll just buy you a new one.”

“Those shoes are dreadful. A princess should only be seen in heels!”

In the end, I ended up with just a suitcase of clothes, shoes, and the occasional personal belonging my parents let slide.

My mother decided to teach me all about how to raise children, complete with handing me a satchel of all my old baby clothes and teaching me how to pin a cloth diaper on an old teddy bear. She also had to give me ‘the talk’ about how I’d go about having these babies, which left me horrified.

“Don’t give me that look,” she snapped. “It’s natural. It’s how you were made.”

My father took it as his responsibility to teach me about royal etiquette. He’d once worked as a servant, and had decided it was up to him to drill everything into my head.

“No! Head up, shoulders back, heel-toe walking.”

“You sip tea with your pinky finger out! And stop slouching!’

Honestly, if they were sending me off to work on a farm, I’d be more excited.

~

“You may now kiss the bride!”

I force myself to stay calm as Wilbur’s rough lips brush mine, and the entire church errupts in cheers and applause. It was sealed. I was now a princess.

Wilbur offers me his arm, and I take it, letting him lead us back down the velvet-covered aisle. I force myself to relax and smile, waving elegantly to the people in the pews, just as my mother drilled into me.

He helps me into the shiny new carriage, drawn by two shiny white horses, flicking their braided tails. More velvet on the inside of the carriage, all the metal features pure gold.

“Is ‘congratulations’ appropriate?” Wilbur says, breaking the very tense silence.

I shift against the seat uncomfortably, the lace edges of my gloves chafing my skin. “I think so.”

“Well, then, congratulations,” he adds, slightly awkwardly. “And sorry.”

He’s sorry?

“What are you sorry for?” I ask, finally looking him in the eyes.

Wilbur sighs. “You didn’t ask for this. Neither of us did, actually, but you especially.”

The heavy silence is even worse when the entire country seems to be cheering us on.

“I promise I’m not that bad,” I offer, and Wilbur cracks a smile.

Neither of us speak for the rest of the ride, and when we arrive at the castle, two men dressed to the nines open the doors. I go to hop out, but Wilbur gently stops me.

“I’m supposed to help you,” he whispers softly.

Luckily, the photographers didn’t seem to catch my slip up, and I accept Wilbur’s hand to step out onto the grounds of my new home. My heels are hurting my feet, and I’m exhausted, but I fix a smile on my face and walk through the grand front doors.

~

“Well, happy wedding night, darling,” the queen says, kissing both my cheeks with a flourish and handing me a paper-wrapped package. “Just something to make tonight better for you both.”

I accept with a smile, trying not to think about what the package is, before turning and heading up the main staircase to Wilbur and I’s new bedroom.

Wilbur’s not in the room when I walk in, so I flop into the middle of the bed and cautiously unwrap the package. Something small and silky slips onto the sheets, and I unfurl the bundle to see a baby-pink, silk nightgown, the deep neckline and hem lined with lace. I hold it up to my body, seeing it barely reaches my knees.

The door opens, and I drop the nightgown, turning around to see Wilbur carrying in a massive amount of packages.

“Wedding gifts,” he explains, setting them down next to another huge pile I didn’t notice earlier. “Mother wants us to open them before we go to bed. And I have a suspicion-” he indicates a lot of tiny parcels. “-that I know what these are.”

Wilbur tosses them all to me, grabbing several himself before joining me on the bed to unwrap them.

“It’s shoes for you,” he says, handing me a pair of dainty red heels. “What’s in that one?”

I rip open the package and sigh. “A hat for a baby.”

He nods, opening the next one. “Some jewelery for you.”

“Baby shoes and socks.”

“An evening gown.”

“A baby blanket.”

“Some cufflinks.”

“Baby clothes.”

Wilbur gently stops me before I reach for the next one. “I’m detecting a theme.”

“Me too,” I sigh, showing him the nightgown. “Your mother gave me this.”

His dark eyes widen. “Thats…” he trails off, swallowing. “A nightgown.”

“Uh, yea,” I reply. “It’s a nightgown.”

Another awkward silence.

“Look,” Wilbur says, starting to gather up the gifts. “It’s been a long day, and we’ve still got something to do before we can get some sleep. I’ll clean up here, you go get ready, ok?”

Something to d- oh. That.

I nod, grabbing the nightgown and scrambling for our bathroom.

~

The nightgown is certainly… something.

It seemed far too inappropriate a gift from my now-mother-in-law, as I look at myself in the mirror. Everything is covered, sure. Just barely.

The lace scoops dangerously low in the front, raising dangerously high at the back, and is so thin, it leaves nothing to the imagination.

Now I see what she meant.

There’s a sharp tap on the door. “You ok in there?” Wilbur asks. “You, uh, ready for bed?”

“Yea, I’m good,” I lie. “Just, uh, putting on the nightgown.”

A solid 5 seconds of silence.

“Can I see?” Wilbur’s voice comes out a lot more desperate than either of us was expecting. “I mean, if it’s ok with you-”

When I open the door, his eyes widen, taking in every single inch of silk, lace, and skin. “You…” Wilbur trails off, eyes everwhere but my face. “It’s definitely a nightgown.”

My face burns. “It is.”

“You go get comfortable, and I’ll, uh, get ready.” He says, trying to sound casual.

The bathroom door shuts behind him, and I get into our new bed. The only upside is that our bed is massive, so it’s not like I’ll be spooning the guy every night.

I blink open my eyes as the bathroom door opens, and my new husband walks out in nothing but a pair of striped silk pajama pants, sitting low on his hips. He gets into bed next to me, hesitantly setting a hand on my thigh.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Wilbur murmurs, a caring note in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

I feel a new but welcome warmth blooming in my chest, both from the pet name and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. “I’m ready.”

~

Imagining what would happen on the wedding night, and actually doing it, were two different things. Two very different things.

I expected him to do what he needed to do pretty quickly, roll over, and we’d both go to sleep. Something I’d just lie there through.

Oh God, was I wrong.

There was something otherworldly about our two bodies becoming one, so strange, but so welcomed. It made heat pool between my thighs, pleasure bubbling up between our entwined bodies.

I couldn’t tell if Wilbur was enjoying it, but the noises he was making… soft groans and whines. They were like music to my ears, adding to the tightening in my core, something I’d never felt before, but I never wanted it to end.

The spiral low in my stomach kept tightening, ecstasy running over my body as he kept rutting into me, tightening until it snapped. And when it snapped, radiating out from the apex of my thighs, it was like I was on cloud nine, floating in the clouds, far above the castle, the country, and the planet.

I’d barely recovered from the wave of pleasure that slammed into me when Wilbur lets out a loud moan, burying his face in my shoulder as I felt my inner thighs suddenly wet. The only sounds in the room were mine and Wilbur’s shaky breaths, trying to collect our composure once more.

“If that didn’t work,” Wilbur murmurs, panting. “Could we, uh, do it again?”

~

I’ve been living in the castle, married to my husband, and a princess for a month now. I still wasn’t quite used to it. Gone were the days I pitched in around the house and could come and go when I pleased. Now, I sat around in a castle, wearing lace, silk, and velvet dresses that made me feel frumpy. All there was to do was sit in the library and read. I’d loose myself in leather-bound tales, about far-off and imaginary lands, trying to wish myself to live between the worn pages instead of here.

“I’ve washed your nightgown for you, ma’am,” one of our housekeepers says to me, dropping off a loud of laundry in our room, thankfully interrupting the conversation the queen was trying to have with Wilbur and I. “I couldn’t quite get the menstrual blood out of it, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s no issue,” I reply, face burning as I take the neatly folded pile, avoiding the gaze I’m sure the queen was giving me. “Thank you.”

The queen shakes her head, continuing knitting something that looked, suspiciously like a hat for a baby. “It’s ok, dear,” she says, forcing kindness into her voice. “Maybe next month Wilbur will do his job.”

Wilbur snorts into his tea, making his mother give him a very stern look. We make eye contact over the rim of the mug, warmth blooming in my chest.

He’s on my side.

“That hat looks nice,” I say to hopefully break the awkward silence.

The queen grimaces. “It’s a sweater for a newborn,” she says briskly, making Wilbur hide his laughter with a pretend coughing fit. “Wilbur, are you ill? Why are you coughing.”

“I’m fine, mother,” he lies, gulping down the rest of his tea. “Why don’t you head down to the sitting room and let me and my wife spend some time together?”

She immediately brightens up. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, packing up her knitting and giving me a wink. “Good luck, you two.”

The second the door shuts behind her, Wilbur groans, burying his face in his hands. “Does she only care about you as some sort of baby-vessel?”

I sigh, wringing one of my carefully-folded dresses in my hands. “I think so.”

Awkwardly, Wilbur leans over, carefully putting a loose arm around my shoulders. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think of you like that.”

Blinking up at him, I feel a heat spread through my face. “Thank you, Wilbur.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. “So the… blood, it means you’re not pregnant, right?”

I nod. Wilbur’s face, inexplicably, breaks out in a grin.

“That’s good news?” I question, and he nods. “But, your parents-”

He shrugs dismissively. “Look, I had about as much of a choice as you did. Just because I have royalty in my blood, it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“You don’t like being a prince?” I reply, shocked. “Whenever I see you in the papers, you seem to like this life.”

Wilbur laughs, shaking his head. “That’s called ‘acting’, darling.” The pet name makes my face flush, though it’s not unwelcomed. “And now I’ve somehow dragged you into this mess.”

“At least we’re both equally unhappy?” I offer. “I promise I won’t mention this to anyone else. We can get through this.” I hesitate before adding the last word. “Together.”

Nodding, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Together.”

~

“Wilbur, are you alright?” I ask, walking into our room a few nights later to see my husband sitting on the edge of our bed, looking pensive. “What happened?”

He sighs, patting the blanket as an invite for me to sit. “Mother’s been complaining to the staff about not getting her grandchildren yet. Apparently, she got pregnant with me the night she married my father, and saying I’m not living up to the family legacy.”

“Oh.” As much as I hate myself for it, my core tightens deliciously at the thought of Wilbur and I’s wedding night. “I’m sorry. I… parents.” I awkwardly finish.

“Parents,” he agrees. “So, uh, if you’re down, do you want to, y’know, try again?”

I nod immediately, a little embarrassed by how eager I look. “Sure.”

Wilbur awkwardly chews on his lower lip. “Did you… enjoy it? Last time?”

“I did.” I whisper. “Did you?”

He kicks his toe against the plush rug our bed sits on. “More than I should admit,” he murmurs. “I’ve read a lot of books in my years in this castle, so naturally, I’ve read about… that. If my parents knew I found those books, they’d be horrified.”

Surprisingly, I hear myself giggle. “Why would they be horrified about you reading about how to give them grandchildren?”

“Because those books don’t exactly see it as something for having babies. They see it as something to bring you closer to your partner, something that feels good.”

We’re both silent for a few moments.

“So, since you want to do it again…” Wilbur continues. “I know how to make it better for you. Do you still want to?”

I find myself nodding before the words even leave his mouth, reaching down to pull off my top. I’m left just in my bra and skirt, Wilbur’s eyes running all over my exposed skin.

“Can I take your bra off?” He whispers, cupping my breasts through the fabric. Even the hint of his touch makes my stomach tighten, and I nod.

His hand reaches around to my back, struggling with the clasp for a good few seconds before it pops open. Eyes wider than dinner plates, Wilbur rubs a thumb over my nipple until I groan.

“That’s good, right?” He asks anxiously.

“It’s good,” I reply, shimmying my skirt and tights down my thighs. “Do you want me to lie down, or-“

Wilbur nods, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the zipper on his pants. Just the motion of unzipping his pants makes the apex of my thighs throb.

When I look up again from taking off the rest of my clothes, he’s fully naked, chest heaving. I’d never seen him like this, and it’s not unwelcome.

“Tell me if this hurts, ok?” Wilbur whispers, tracing up my thigh and fumbling around a little before finding a spot that makes me gasp. His long fingers circle around and rub the little nub, the pleasure so intense my legs go weak.

“Oh my,” I manage to gasp out, that lovely tightening in my core getting stronger. “Please… don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, speeding up his touches and looking slightly smug at my blissed-out expression.

My hand grasps at his wrist so I can rub against his fingers, the ever-tightening spiral threatening to snap…

…And it snaps.

I close my eyes tight as I let out a long, low moan, hips bucking up against Wilbur’s hand as I ride it out, floating up in the clouds again.

“Safe to say that felt good?” Wilbur’s voice brings me back down to earth, and I’m disappointed when he pulls his hand back. “It’s going to get even better, I promise.”

While I’m still wondering how on earth he managed to do that to me with just his fingers, I feel him pushing himself inside me, everything so much more sensitive this time, and it’s wonderful. We groan in unison, his face buried in my shoulder.

“Can I move now?” Wilbur asks.

“Please,” I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist to steady myself. This lets him push in even deeper, putting pressure on the spot he’d been touching earlier.

Wilbur’s a lot less gentle this time, and a lot more vocal. A lot. Our hips snap together, and I let myself move with him instead of laying still.

“So good,” he murmurs in my ear, breath hitching. “So good, sweetheart.”

I wasn’t expecting another moment on cloud 9 for the second time in one night, but when the familiar feeling builds up again, I practically feel like I’m floating. It’s different than earlier, deeper and more intense, but just as welcome.

The second high is just as intense as the first, my back arching as I ride it out. Wilbur’s not far behind me, sighing as I feel my bare stomach suddenly wet.

“Sorry, I kind of…” he trails off awkwardly, grabbing his shirt off the mattress and wiping up the mess. “This is awkward.”

“You’re good,” I murmur sleepily, absolutely exhausted from the night’s activities.

Surprisingly, Wilbur cleans both of us up, climbing into bed and pulling me into his chest to cuddle.

“This ok?” He asks, and I sleepily nod.

He drifts off to sleep, but I stay awake, wondering why exactly my arranged husband could make me feel things like this.

~

Life keeps dragging along. Wilbur seems more distant and secretive, hiding envelopes in his pillowcase and burning letters before anyone else can see them. My mother-in-law keeps insisting I join her for tea every afternoon, which essentially means being extremely nosy and overbearing for an hour or two, drilling me on everything from how I carry myself in public to her ever-lack of grandchildren. My dresses keep disappearing after I hand them to the staff to wash, Wilbur blaming it on his mother.

One evening, I walk into our bedroom to see Wilbur in his warmest coat, a suitcase open on the bed, and two envelopes sitting next to it on the bedspread.

“I’m getting you out,” Wilbur says, smiling at me with indifferent eyes. “I’ve packed you some casual dresses and shoes, stuff nobody will notice missing. There’s money in that envelope, and a letter to my friend. He lives over the border on a farm, and he’ll find a place for you.”

I expect to feel a wash of relief, getting my life back, but no. All I feel is a tugging at my heart, a pang of sadness.

“You’ve got 10 minutes. Grab anything else you need, and I’ll take you as far as the border,” Wilbur continues, avoiding my eyes. “I’ll sneak downstairs and wrap up some food for you.”

While he’s gone, I quickly glance around, slipping the books on my nightstand into the suitcase. Wilbur’s done a good job packing my things, leaving behind the gaudy dresses and tasteless jewlery, slipping in my most-worn dresses and comfiest shoes. I change out of my nightgown and slippers, packing them and slipping on a warm dress, boots, and my heaviest coat. Fat snowflakes were falling from the sky, a chilling wind rattling the windows of the castle. This wasn’t going to be fun.

“Here,” Wilbur whispers, making me jump and turn around. “I couldn’t get much, but there’s some bread and apples. It’s better than nothing.”

He closes the suitcase, grabbing the woolen cap off his head and pulling it over mine. “Wrap this around your shoulders,” he tells me, handing me the thick blanket off our bed. “If we leave now, you’ll be out of the country by daybreak.”

I do as he tells me, nestling into the blanket as he wraps a heavy scarf around my face. “Grab your suitcase, and we’re leaving.”

I watch, dumbfounded, as Wilbur pulls open the window and leaps onto the steep shingled roof. “I’ll help you,” he promises, taking my suitcase and my hand so I can climb out. I lean up to shut the window.

There’s no going back now.

~

We walk all night in the frigid, unrelenting wind. My face, hands, and feet are numb, and I can’t recall ever being this cold before.

His friend hasn’t arrived at the meeting spot yet, so we settle into the shelter of a massive holly bush to try and rest our weary legs. Wilbur takes off his coat, placing it over my lap, and wraps me in his arms. Finally, I let myself cry, the hot, salty tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re ok,” he murmurs, tightening his hold on me. “Once you leave the country and forget about the past months, you’ll be ok. Your life is just beginning.”

All I can do is nod, continuing to sob into his chest. I couldn’t even begin to verbalise that the tears weren’t for our country or my old life, they were for him.

The time we spend in the shelter of the holly bush feels like an eternity. Just as the sun gives hints at appearing over the horizon, we hear the bumping of a cart, the snorting of a horse, and I know it’s time to go.

Wilbur loads my suitcase onto the cart, settling me down in the scratchy hay and nestling blankets around me. “I’ll be back,” he whispers.

I hear him and his friend exchanging a few words, the envelope being handed over, and Wilbur’s footsteps coming back towards me. To say goodbye.

“Take care of yourself, Wilbur, ok?” I say, trying to hold back the tears running down my cheeks. “What wil your parents say?”

“That doesn’t matter. Please, forgive me,” he begs. “Forget everything we did, forget the past months. I’m giving you your life back.”

He wipes away the endless flood of tears, kisses me on the cheek, and steps off the wagon. His jacket is still over my lap, and I press my face into it, his familiar smell washing over me.

The reins snap, the horse and cart rattling down the cobbled road, heading away. Away from my home, away from the castle, and away from Wilbur. Ahead? Whatever lay over the border. I had food in my suitcase and more money than I’d seen in my life. I’d find a way.

My eyes close, Wilbur’s face swimming over my closed lids, and I force the image away.

~

“Wait!”

I snap my head up as the cart rattles to a halt.

“Please, wait!”

It was Wilbur’s voice.

Dumbfounded, I watch as he comes running up the road, not slowing down until he reaches the cart, practically leaping into the hay and wrapping his arms around me.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he sobs. “Please let me come with you. I’ll leave my country, leave my chance at the throne, whatever it takes to stay with you. I love you.” His face is pressed against mine, slick with both our tears.

“Don’t leave me again,” I manage to say through my tears. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I never will,” Wilbur promises. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

The cart continues to make its way down the road, every step taking us closer to our new life. Our new home.

~

Wilbur and I’s new life is everything I’d ever dreamed of.

Once we made it across the border, we moved into a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods on a couple acres of farmland. Wilbur ended up sneaking my most valuable jewels into the bottom of my suitcase, which we promptly sold to afford some things for our house.

Coming from a life of luxury, being waited on hand and foot, to living on our own in a one-room cottage was a shock, to say the least. Wilbur really stepped up, teaching himself to cook and clean so the housework wouldn’t all fall on me. With the money from the jewelry, we bought a bed, kitchen table, two chairs, and some linens. It was all we had, and all we needed.

I taught myself to farm fruit and vegetables, as well as bake bread and make jams out of our harvests. Wilbur bought a cow, thinking we could get a decent amount of meat from her, but got too attached and ended up naming her Daisy.

“It’s a real farm now,” he said proudly, stroking Daisy’s forehead. “But doesn’t she look a little lonely?”

The next addition to our farm was a chicken coop, laying us plenty of eggs for breakfast. At Wilbur’s suggestion, I bought some flour and sugar, and used some of the butter I made from Daisy’s milk and eggs from the coop to start baking bread and cakes.

I went to the market every week, selling my homemade bread, cakes, and jam, which brought in a significant amount of money. For now, our family was complete…

…Until Wilbur showed up one morning with a skinny stray dog, looking very proud of himself.

“She can guard the farm for us,” he announced, scratching her behind the ears. “She can eat scraps, too.”

Princess, as she came to be known, did not end up guarding the farm or eating scraps. She slept in Wilbur and I’s bed each night, licking the pan clean from dinner or chowing down on scrambled eggs that Wilbur made for her.

“This certainly beats the castle,” I murmured to Wilbur one night as we lay in bed, Princess fast asleep between us as the fireplace crackles.

He leans in to kiss my forehead. “It does. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

[whoreburslut]

Kinktober: Day 4

•thigh riding & sex pollen

gender neutral reader

sorry it’s a day late i was very eepy

i might be a day behind for a few days but i’ll catch back up

at the store you are walking in the flower section, looking for a nice decoration for your living room. you are just browsing as you feel yourself being drawn in by this one plant, a nice singular flower stood straight up and perfectly in bloom. this would compliment your living room perfectly you thought.

driving home with the flower safely fastened in with the seatbelt so it doesn’t topple over, it seems like the whole car is is filled with it’s sweet aroma. arriving home you start to feel hazy as you get out of the car and take the plant up to you and wils apartment.

setting it on the counter in the kitchen, you feel flushed as you use the counter to steady yourself. you start to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, wondering why this strong wave of lust has hit you as there had been nothing that could have provoked it.

wilbur enters the kitchen after not hearing you move after coming in, he’s immediately hit with the strong stench of the flower. you could smell wil before you could hear him, the musky sent of his cologne driving your pheromones wild. the aching sensation between your legs, only growing when he speaks.

“are you ok?” the concerned voice of your friend asks, the plant’s aphrodisiac nature is now in full force for you. now wanting to throw yourself at your long time best friend, he looks like walking sex just stood there. it takes all of your strength to push past him and go to the living room.

wilbur walks over to the flower and smells it, overpowering sent hurts his nose. he quickly hurries to the living room to check on you again, your standing in the middle of the room coat discarded and fanning yourself with your hands quickly. wil comes over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, and that simple touch makes you moan, you realise this and you snap you spin around and push him down on to the couch.

“what the fuck?” he gasps unaware of your state, “please wil i need you so bad” you say in a whiny voice moving closer too him, you lean in and start moving your lips closer to connect them with his. he puts a hand on your chest slowly loving you away, “we really shouldn’t do this” he says reluctantly as his eyes start to slowly darken.

you move your arms sensually up your sides to take your top off and discard it on the floor, your nipples harden at the cool air contrasting with your hot body. you kick of your shoes and go over and nestle in his lap, his hand come up to rest on your hips as an automatic response, this sends your hips jerking forward as the slightest bit of contact has you feeling euphoric.

“fuck it” wilbur practically moans as you realise that he is fully hard underneath you, he moves his legs wider so you have to move one of yours in between his two to stay comfortable. you realise that you are now hovering above one of his thighs, he pulls you down on to it and starts guiding your hips to grind on his thigh.

thanking your self for wearing jeans today as they are giving you the friction you so desperately desire, wil takes his hands off your hips and taps you twice on the thigh signifying you to stop. “stand up for me babe” he whispers you neerly came at the intimate pet name, knowing you longed for nothing more than to be more than friends.

he puts his hands to your jeans to unzip them, and toughing them down your legs roughly. his hands merely brush your bare thighs and you moan again, ripping your underwear down your legs as well they both get tossed to the side in quick succession. he grips your hips harshly being pulled back, down on to the same thigh he grunts in your year “if my bitch is so needy, they can get off on my thigh all on their own”.

wilbur moves his hands to rest behind his head, no longer touching your body. you whimper loudly at the loss of contact but you waste no time grinding on his thigh to get yourself off, the roughness of his jeans doing wonders for your lust. your knee accidentally brushes against wilburs growing erection, he moans in surprise his hands fly to your hips again helping you gain more friction, as he can feel your movements becoming sloppy with fatigue.

he brings one of his hands down in between you both to help you get off, you are letting all of your moans out not caring how loud you are being as you two live alone. wilbur kisses the pulse of your neck and that sends you over the edge, cuming on his jeans making his whole thigh soaked with your juices. you look down between you both to see the crotch of his pants also damp to where he came in his pants at the sight of his best friend using him.

you slump in to his chest shaking, the flower having made you ten times more sensitive due to how horny you were. you feel yourself being lifted bridal style, you are transported in to a room that is not your own, but as you are placed on the bed it smells like him. you curl in to a ball burying your face deep to inhale him, you feel the bed dip behind you then an arm drape over you. you shuffle back a bit and your back is touching his chest and you feel at home, in his bed spooning.

he’s stroking you hair as your on the edge of sleep and you hear him say “i really hope this doesn’t mean we’re just friends anymore” as he believes your already asleep, he kisses the back of your head and pulls you in tighter.

this happens a few more times to the both of you, before you and wilbur realise it is the flower that is causing the issue.

and maybe you don’t even get rid of it…

[elizabarnes]

Wilbur is the type of guy to see you in his favorite sweater, seeing how big it is on you, how cute it looks on you and get a boner.

I also think he has a size kink because you’re just so small compared to him it just turns him on so much

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