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deadqueerboys · 3 months

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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.

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elizabarnes · 8 months

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SO HEAR ME OUT!!

Argbur and y/n are cuddling in bed and y/n is caressing argbur's face....

IM SWOONING HELP(and yes,I finished to do a shower)

Bettt I love arg😍

A blurb for your reading pleasure

Argbur x gn!reader

Cuddles and kisses

You and your boyfriend, Wilbur ended up in your shared bed, cuddled together under your many blankets talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It’s snowing outside and you don’t have a heater so at least you and Wilbur have at least 1000 blankets. Wilbur starts caressing your face. “You’re so beautiful, princess.” He whispers. “Thank you, Will. But you’ve said that five times today.” You whisper back. “Well it’s not my fault it’s true.” He kisses your lips softly, pulling away and staring at your face. “And I love your beautiful eyes and your beautiful smile, your hair, your nose, your legs, your torso, your personality and your beauty marks. They are called beauty marks for a reason. I also love everything else about you.”

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simp-king-noshi · 7 months

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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

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peterrefur · 5 months

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Chirirenge spoon ⅏ ARG!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Summary: Experience the raw beauty of love and communication as Wilbur navigates his honest struggle to express his feelings. A tender, overnight journey that celebrates the authenticity and true essence of the relationship between Reader and Argbur. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

𝕋he room's ambiance felt like a quiet sanctuary, the soft clicks of the keyboard punctuating the silence until Wilbur's soft-spoken words cut through. "I'm cold," he murmured, a hint of discomfort in his voice, followed by the rustle of him adding another layer to stave off the chill.

𝕄y attention swivelled away from the computer screen, drawn to Will. There he sat, adorned in a mishmash of clothing - a T-shirt layered under a jumper and a sweatshirt, now cocooned further under an additional blanket.

"Cold?" I echoed, surprise lacing my words as I regarded him. "Hmm... We don't have the ingredients for soup ... How about we embark on a late-night walk for some comforting ramen or romantic curry?" I suggested, glancing at the clock that taunted us with its approaching midnight digits. Our penchant for late-night dining outings was no secret, testament to our shared nocturnal rhythms that often wrecked conventional bedtime schedules.

𝕃ocking eyes with Wilbur, I observed his immediate turn of the head, a silent gesture laden with unspoken nuances. His hand reached for his glasses, hesitating midway as if seeking permission, before he sighed and met my gaze, the unspoken language between us painting a poignant picture.

In that moment, I felt a pang of empathy wash over me. "You alright?" I inquired gently, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

Wilbur's reply, delivered in his characteristic monotone yet friendly voice, carried a subtle warmth that transcended his usual tone. "I'd love to... ramen sounds good," he murmured, his curls swaying slightly in unison with his nod, lending a quiet affirmation to his words.

𝔸 smile curved across my lips at his response, and I cocked my head to the side, a gesture of silent understanding and appreciation. Watching him gradually shed the blanket and extend his hand towards me, offering companionship in our journey to the front of the room, filled me with a tender sense of connection.

Accepting his hand, I felt a surge of gratitude for the unspoken bond between us. Together, we commenced our preparations to venture out into the night, each movement carrying an unspoken agreement, a shared understanding that transcended mere words.

𝔸s Wilbur reached for his gloves and scarf, a sense of concern nudged me, prompting my hand to instinctively rest atop his. "Won't you feel too warm once we're at the restaurant? You're already bundled up in four layers. You might overheat," I ventured cautiously, treading the fine line between observation and comment.

Wilbur's response was subtle yet telling. He released the extra layers, his gaze briefly falling to his shoes, a contemplative air surrounding him. Finally, he draped a scarf around his neck, a silent compromise between comfort and necessity, before opening the door and setting off up the stairwell.

Suppressing any trace of exasperation or further comments, I gathered my belongings and followed suit, catching up to Wilbur and intertwining our hands as we descended from the second floor.

The unspoken exchange lingered between us, an uncharted territory of emotions and unexpressed thoughts.

𝕊tepping out into the embrace of the night air, a gentle wintry chill greeted us, sending a tingling sensation down our spines and a pleasant nip to our noses.

"A very pleasant night," I remarked, acknowledging the serene ambiance that enveloped us.

𝕋he air seemed to hang still, a touch of the sea's breeze delicately caressing our surroundings. Despite the lingering freshness, our neighbourhoods exuded an unexpected warmth, a curious amalgamation of factors creating an inviting atmosphere.

It was a juxtaposition—the distant hum of the local sewage system, slightly audible after recent rains, intermingled with the comforting warmth radiating from the tall figure of my brunette boyfriend beside me.

𝕋he sensation was peculiar yet oddly comforting, as though the night itself had conspired to cocoon us in its contrasting elements, weaving together a tapestry of sensations that heightened the experience of our late-night excursion.

Underneath the streetlights, the night embraced us, the silence between our steps filled with a symphony of thoughts and emotions. Wilbur's hand in mine felt familiar, a reassurance against the cold while simultaneously warming my heart. The streets, usually bustling with daytime activities, now wore a serene guise, creating an intimate space for us to traverse.

I stole a glance at Wilbur, catching the faint reflection of the streetlights in his eyes. His profile exuded a blend of contemplation and tranquility, the occasional twitch of his lips indicating thoughts wandering somewhere beyond the realm of our nocturnal stroll.

𝔸s we walked, the city's soundscape became our backdrop—a distant car engine, the occasional shuffle of leaves, and the soft chatter echoing from a nearby café, a testament to the city that never truly slept.

"Is something bothering you?" I ventured, the words slipping out softly, fearing they might break the delicate bubble of comfort we seemed cocooned within.

Wilbur's response was a hesitant nod, his grip on my hand tightening ever so slightly. "It's just... things have been a bit overwhelming lately," he admitted, his voice a whisper, almost lost amidst the night's.

“I guess I've been feeling a bit lost," he continued, his tone laden with a vulnerability that I rarely witnessed.

A surge of empathy washed over me. "You've been doing so much lately, it's okay to feel overwhelmed," I reassured him, trying to infuse my words with as much comfort as possible.

He muttered quietly; annoyance was evident in his voice “No.” He wrinkles his nose and frowns hostilely at the ground. “You don’t get it.”

"I can...- Can you explain to me, then, what is in your head that makes you feel the way you feel?" I ask gently, trying not to put pressure on the stressed young man.

All I get in response is a shake of the head.

𝔼ntering the cozy embrace of the night restaurant, we were greeted by a comforting warmth that enveloped us like a familiar hug. The air was infused with the tantalizing fragrance of spices and the simmering aroma of savoury broths, an olfactory symphony that tantalized our senses.

Locating a secluded spot in the corner, we settled into our seats, the soft murmur of conversations from other diners acting as a gentle accompaniment to the ambiance. The hustle and bustle of the eatery wrapped around us, creating a sense of intimacy within the bustling environment.

𝔸midst savouring the steamy, flavourful noodles and exchanging occasional glances, a weight seemed to settle upon Wilbur's shoulders. It was as though the weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions bore down on him, casting a shadow over the otherwise relaxed atmosphere of the evening.

I noticed the subtle shift in Wilbur's demeanour—the slight furrow of his brow, the hesitant pauses between spoonful of ramen. It was as if a cloud hovered over his usual composure, dimming his vibrant presence.

Setting my utensils down, I leaned in closer, my voice soft with concern. "How can I help, Will?" I inquired, choosing my words carefully to convey both my care and respect for his thoughts.

Wilbur glanced up, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions—apprehension, hesitation, and a glimmer of gratitude for the invitation to share his thoughts. With a deep breath, he began to unravel the tangle of thoughts that had been weighing on him.

𝔸s he gingerly set down his half-eaten soup, his gaze fell to the tabletop, as if seeking refuge or solace.

“𝕀 don't like it. I don't like it when you show me that you care. I don't know how to give it back. I don't... I care about you, I really do, but I don't know how to show you or tell you. I hate it... I feel bad about it," his voice quivered, the weight of his emotions palpable in the tremor.

"It's like I'm drowning in the unknown nature of my emotions towards you. I don't know if I'm supposed to like, love, or hate you," he confessed with a gut-wrenching honesty, his face etched with a blend of pain and sorrow.

His words echoed in the silence that followed, casting a poignant hue over our surroundings. It was as though the weight of his uncertainty, a turmoil that gnawed at his heart, now lay bare, a profound ache etched on his face, yearning for understanding and resolution.

𝔽or a moment, the bustling ambiance of the restaurant faded into insignificance, leaving only the raw honesty of Wilbur's emotions.

Reaching across the table, I gently took his hand in mine, a silent gesture of support and understanding. "Wilbur, it's okay," I began softly, trying to infuse my words with reassurance and tenderness. "If you want to see us as friends who sometimes have sex, I'm okay with that. If you want to see us as a couple, that's okay with me too. If you want us to end-"

"NO!" Wilbur raises his voice interrupting me. “no.” he adds after a moment with quiet voice.

𝕎ilbur's sudden outburst echoed through the hushed ambience of the restaurant, drawing a few curious glances from nearby diners. His voice, usually soft-spoken, now carried a tinge of desperation, the sheer intensity of his emotions piercing through the air.

"Please, I don't want it to end," he continued, his voice trembling with a mix of anguish and urgency. His gaze bore into mine, pleading for comprehension, for an assurance that my mention of an end was merely a hypothetical scenario.

“𝕀'm sorry," I murmured, my voice barely audible amidst the intensity of the moment. "I didn't mean to suggest that."

Wilbur's grip on my hand tightened, almost as if he feared losing the connection between us. His eyes, wide with vulnerability, searched for reassurance, a silent plea for validation that our bond meant more than mere definitions or labels.

"We don't have to label it or fit it into a rule," I offered softly, trying to ease the tension that had enveloped us. "If you feel good with that - we can just be." I whispered, my words carrying a promise of unwavering support, a silent commitment to navigate the intricacies of our relationship at a pace comfortable for both of us.

ℍis struggle to articulate his feelings simmered beneath his solemn expression, a struggle to bridge the gap between his affection and his inability to express it.

"No... I don't know how to... How to communicate to you how I feel about you. I like you and want you next to me. Living with you is pleasant, and only a few things about you are annoying. Acceptable," he began, his words a tentative attempt at unravelling the tangled web of his emotions.

ℍis candidness was striking, his struggle palpable. He delved deeper, admitting, "But I don't know what to do to show you that I like you... Holding your hand or nice words are not able to show what I feel, giving you gifts or pebbles is not enough either. I don't know if sex is a good to prove love but... I don't know what... I don't know how to be a good boyfriend to you." he confesses his emotions, making him finally open to me in full.

𝕀 reassured him gently, my voice carrying a warmth laced with understanding. "It's okay not to know exactly how to express your feelings. What matters is that you're honest and that you're here, trying."

His struggle to find tangible ways to express his affection was evident, his sincerity shining through the layers of uncertainty.

“𝕋he way you care, the way you're here with me—those things matter," I continued, hoping to alleviate some of the weight that burdened him. "Being a good boyfriend isn't about grand gestures or finding the perfect way to show your love. It's about being present, being yourself, and sharing moments, even the imperfect ones."

A flicker of relief crossed his features, a glimmer of hope amidst the maze of confusion. His honesty was a bridge between us, a connection that transcended the need for elaborate demonstrations of affection

“𝕁ust be me?" he asks.

"Yes, just be you," I affirmed gently, meeting Wilbur's gaze with a reassuring smile.

I could sense his relief, a slight relaxation in his posture as my words seemed to resonate with him. His earnestness in wanting to understand and contribute to our relationship was evident, and it was a comfort to witness him gradually embrace the simplicity of just being himself.

"You're funny you always know what to say." Wilbur says and goes back to eating his soup.

I lightly kick Wilbur under the table and we both smile when he accidentally spills the soup from his spoon. "I don't always know, but I try."

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #mcyt wilbur #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur post #argbur x reader #argbur

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b0r3dtod3ath · 2 years

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dating argbur headcanons

my masterlist

(god i love this pic like helloo sirrrr)

-you hate that he's really dedicated to his work, i mean it shouldn't be a bad thing but he often sits in front of his computer, editing a video for 16 hours straight. you would come and check on him a lot.

“will, i made dinner. i want you to eat with me” you say in a soft but concerned voice. “i'm not done yet” he states as you walk closer to him, his eyes not leaving the screen in front of him. “wilbur please, take a break. you have been working a lot lately.” you say as you gently remove his glasses from his face and put them on the desk “yea yea, you know what: your right.” he sighs. he wraps his hands around your torso and hugs you. “ok let's go eat” you say gently squeezing him.

-you will need so many blankets and heating pads to keep this boy warm. also, he's always cold so lots of cuddles:

midnight. you're laying in your bed. alone. wilburs working. you're not mad at him. the flat is always quiet and peaceful. it's a comfortable silence. you hear the door opening. wilbur quietly sneaks into your shared bedroom and gets under the duvet. “i'm cold” he whispers knowing you aren't asleep. not saying anything you move closer to him and wrap your hands around him so he's the small spoon.

-lots and lots of late night walks “can i keep my hand in your pocket? i'm so cold”,

-plays guitar for you. if you have a specific song request he will be quick to learn how to play it,

-you have noticed that his personality slightly changes if his wearing glasses so when you see that he's overworking himself you try and hide them,

-he doesn't really express his love to you directly. but he often says that you are very important to him and “you keep him warm”.

#argbur #argbur imagine #argbur x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur headcanons #bursonas

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teddyfalls · 4 months

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sorry i’m obsessed with him so..

imagine cuddling argbur and he just doesn’t want you to get up. “i’m so cold without you, don’t leave.” and you kind of get up but he just pulls you back down like “no. stay here with me.”

-🌜

oh, absolutely.

he pauses when you’re trying to get up the first time, “it’s cold without you… please don’t go.” and he pouts, his cold hands snaking around your waist, and he pulls you back down to nuzzle his nose against your neck.

imagine he almost makes a subtle “nuh uh” noise, which likely has you melting into him, too. he likely begs you to stay if you get up again.

he hates it when it’s cold, but when he feels your body heat it’s like he can forget how cold it all is. he doesn’t really think he’s very good at cuddling in and of itself, but he likes to think it’ll comfort you, and in a way it comforts him, too (and makes him warmer, obviously!!)

#🌜 anon #teddyfalls talks #argbur #wilbur soot x reader #argbur x reader

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smalltownslasher · 2 years

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it's so cold (argbur x gender neutral reader)

a/n: this man is so fucking find i won't him (also, short post, soz </3)

content warnings: hypothermia mention, and also loneliness?

wilbur was cold. you were warm.

there was a logical decision to be made here.

which, of course, brought you to this moment. his head on your chest, your hands in his hair. you were surrounded in blankets, both doing his best to chase away the bone deep chill that had lodged itself inside of him.

he hummed quietly, echoes of melodies that he half remembered. forgotten long before the stress of the whole editor debacle.

he tried to remember, when was the last time he'd felt this loved? this warmth, growing in his heart, had he ever felt this way?

any negative thoughts were chased away as you carded your warm fingers through his hair, the love seeping into your every movement defrosting his own heart.

#argbur x reader #argbur #wilbur soot x reader #bursona x reader #bursona #bursonas #wilbur soot #editor wilbur arg #editor wilbur #wilbur soot arg #wilbur arg

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appleanon · 1 year

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Game of Thrones

Sansa Stark

Oberyn Martell

Margaery Tyrell

Robb Stark

Star Wars

Din Djarin

Obi-Wan Kenobi

FNAF

William Afton

Michael Afton

MCYT

Wilbur Soot and his variations (argbur, simpbur, etc.)

Marvel

Wanda Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckly

Rules

MINORS DNI. This blog is strictly 18+, any and all minors need to KEEP AWAY. Anyone without their age in their bio will be banned.

What I will write:

SFW

NSFW

Fluff

Angst (although I'm lowkey shit at writing it)

Daddy/Mommy kink

Choking

Somnophilia

AFAB, fem!reader, and gn!reader

Most AU's

There's more, but the gist of it is I'll write most of what is not on the do not write

What I will NOT write:

Necrophilia

Piss/scat kink

Beastiality

Incest

Feet kink

Pedo/age play

AMAB, I'm not AMAB and it wouldn't feel right for me to write for it

Any questions? Send in an ask!

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wilbur soot x reader #simpbur x reader #argbur x reader #william afton x reader #michael afton x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandolorian x reader #obi wan x reader #sansa stark x reader #robb stark x reader #oberyn martel x reader #margaery tyrell x reader #spencer reid x reader #emily prentiss x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader

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lumiheartszz · 3 months

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Imagine.

argbur, being out cold baby.

reader comes.

And offers to warm him innocently.

they end up fucking.

and Argbur gets warmed up :3

-💜

Yippie we love argbur

MINORS DNI !!

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He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to warm himself up. It was so, so cold without you.

He heard the door open, and you were finally there, laying the grocery bags on the floor.

"Shit, the lines were soo long! It took me like an hour or so to get my things checked out!" Your ranting started fading out in his head. He simply looked at you. You were so beautiful, so perfect, so warm... he couldn't get enough of you.

And when you suddenly held his hand, your temperature contrasting his whilst giving him that stunning smile, he could've sworn all initial thoughts in his head disappeared, and only one remained.

Warmth.

He needed you to warm him up. "Sweetheart... can you warm me up? Please?" When he stares at you with those eyes, you were gone. He's so pretty, he's such a cute, pretty boy. How can you resist him when he looks at you like that?

"Of course! Here!" You spread your arms, awaiting a hug. You did get it about 2 seconds later, but what you didn't expect was him to pin you on the kitchen counter and kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

One thing led to another, and his cock was now dragging against your warm walls as you whined and pleaded for more, more!

"You're so warm... s' perfect for me, baby..." You nearly lost in when he hit a particularly sweet spot. He was so desperate for the warmth you gave him. The slow drag of his dick inside you was making you go crazy, in all honesty.

You weren't ready for when he started speeding his thrusts up, coming to a conclusion that he'd get more warmth that way.

Loud moans were tore from your throat as his tip brushed against your cervix. Your orgasm hit you like a train, but oh, did he keep going. He kept going until he plunged himself deep into you, warming both of you up by painting your velvet walls white with his cum.

You started panting, letting your guard down when he started thrusting again.

"Need... need more warmth..."

You were in for quite a tough ride.

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#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x you #argbur smut

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bursonafied · 3 months

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FIRST DATE!

Pairing: Simpbur x Gn!Reader

Warnings: not proofread, tooth rotting fluff

Pronouns used: you/yours

Trope: friends to lovers

This is just a quick example of what I write… please bear with me it’s a bit rushed but future pieces will be better :)

don't be too mean i'll cry /j

also send more requests plspls i need to write for this lil loser guy

Wilbur had always been a particularly chivalrous guy, whether you’re in a relationship or not. You could recall the last time you and a group of friends hung out, he offered you his jacket, offered to carry you over a deep puddle. (Which, of course you accepted… the opportunity to be carried like a princess couldn’t be passed up so easily). He would defend you whenever someone would make fun of or tease you. He would shoot daggers to anyone who even attempted to get too close. He’s just protective! You’d tell yourself.

“You’re such a white knight, Wilbur,” or “You’re such a simp, dude.” It was endless, but he didn’t seem to care. Your friends would even go the lengths to call him ‘Simpbur’ whenever he did something particularly romantic, just for you You didn’t care, it was cute.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he finally asked you out on a date. But of course, you said yes. It was hard to resist his sweet eyes and nervous smile. He was too adorable. You two agreed that the perfect date would be at your favorite ice cream place then straight to the park to watch the sunset. It was not only simple, but your two favorite things. Ice cream and the sunsets, (or, maybe Wilbur was that second thing).

The doorbell rings and a knock follows, a short little ‘knock knock’, not even a full three. You hurry to fix your hair in the mirror and rush to the door. You take a deep breath, your nerves silently taking over. You open the door with a kind smile. Wilbur is holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He grins nervously and holds out the flowers for you.

“Um.. I, I got these— these flowers for you.” He seems to stumble over his words a bit. You can only lightly giggle and take the flowers, bringing them up to your nose and breathe in the scent, then let out the breath through your mouth.

“They’re beautiful!” You say, tilting your head a bit. There’s a short, awkward silence between you before Wilbur clears his throat.

“I know those are your favorite. I remember you telling me a while back. I would, put them in some water so they don’t die, because I want them to last. Because they’re… you know, your favorite and...” He over-explains a bit and gestures around with his hands… which he tends to do when nervous. It only adds to his charm. You smile and nod, placing the flowers into a pretty vase beside your front door, right where you would be able to see them right before leaving the house.

“I know, Wilbur. They’re very pretty.. thank you.”

He breathes out a quiet ‘not as pretty as you’ (which he hoped you didn’t catch) before nodding. “Yeah! Yeah, um. Of course. Anything for you.”

“So you ready to go?” You ask as you grab your bag from beside the door and sling it over your shoulder. “yeah- yes! Lets go.” Wilbur nods and waits for you to step out of your place, closing the door behind you. He takes you over to his car and opens the door for you, smiling. How sweet of him!

The car ride wasn’t the slightest bit awkward. You two talked just as you would as if this were a hang out rather than a date. In a way, any one-on-one time with Wilbur felt like a date. Maybe you were just so exponentially head over heels for this guy without realizing, that you took each interaction as a romantic one. You two sang your favorite songs on the way to the parlor his voice sounding better than yours since he sang regularly… you just sang TV Girl about as loud as you could in the shower. There was a difference.

"this song kinda sucks," You mutter, skipping over one of your favorite songs. Often, you'd get bashed for your music taste. Wilbur just shakes his head.

"Nono! go back! i like that song!" Your heart flutters in your chest as he flips back to the other song, allowing it to play fully.

Upon finally arriving to the parlor, Wilbur again, opens the door for you. You thank him and he nods. He thinks about grabbing your hand and linking your fingers, like he wished to do so, so many times before. His fingers would twitch in longing, wanting to connect you two in the kind and gentle manner. He would to it today, even if it was the last thing he did before the date was over.

“Wilbur?” You tap his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts. He looks at you with a grin. “It’s your turn to order.” You point to the cashier who seemed to be about 19 and way over his job, hinted at by the obviously unamused expression he held. Wilbur’s face reddens with slight embarrassment and he nods.

“Right! Right... um, just a chocolate dipped cone, please.” The cashier nods.

“Your total is $4.76.” he slides forward the little iPad to pay. Wilbur quickly swipes his card before you get the chance to pay for your sundae, and you shoot him an angry, yet playful, glare.

“What? Couldn’t let my date pay for themself. That would be so rude!” He teases, lightly nudging you with his shoulder just before taking his ice cream.

You then both drive to the nearby park, a short drive that was mostly quiet. nothing worth telling, said park has a downhill slope right at the parking. It was perfect for watching the sunset. Wilbur pops his trunk and you both go sit in the back and eat your ice cream. He grabs a blanket after a moment.

“It’s supposed to get cold soon,” he says as he holds his ice cream cone in his mouth, his teeth are too sensitive to the cold but he would rather make you comfortable and suffer for a moment rather than watching you freeze.

“Aw, thank you. Youre the sweetest.” You smile before taking another bite of your sundae. Will smiles and nods, taking the cone from his mouth and biting into the sugary treat. you both sort of sit in silence for a moment while the sun falls behind the horizon. You yawn, covering your mouth, then you lean your head on Will's shoulder. You can hear his breath nearly stop, his body tensing up. Why was he reacting like this? It's not like you'd never done this before. Maybe it was just... a different situation. You both finish up your ice cream, and are now leaned against each other, bodies touching, it's warm enough between you two that you can ignore the chill from the outdoors. You sit in a comfortable silence until he decides to speak up.

"Sunset's pretty." He mutters. You nod in agreement. "I think you're prettier though." He adds after a second. it makes your cheeks burn with blush and a smile crossed your face.

"That's just not true." You giggle, shaking your head. Will takes a breath to regain confidence and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer against him if it were possible. You look up at him with a grin.

"You know i couldn't ever lie to you." He mutters, looking down at you... soaking in your beauty. His eyes drift from your eyes down to your lips. He couldn't tell you how long he'd been resisting this.

resisting the urge to feel your lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss, to feel your breath mingle with his in such love and longing.

"i know you wouldn't." You mumble, looking up, your eyes meet his for a brief second before you notice them drift to your lips. you can't help the smile playing at your lips. "What're you looking at?" You tease, lightly nudging him. his face reddened and he glances away.

"Not.. nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" Your fingers brush over the top of his hand, his breath hitches. He was so nervous, it was honestly cute. Soon, you link your fingers with his and you can feel him practically melt.

"I've wanted to ask you out for so long." He whispers after a moment of silence, rubbing his thumb gently along yours. It causes butterflies to fly loose in your belly.

"So why didn't you?"

"Don't think i could handle being called 'simpbur' one more time." He chuckles, shrugging. You look up at him, and he was already looking down at you.

"I always thought that was stupid." Your grip tightens around his hand. he inches even closer to you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You confirm it, and it's silent for a second as you both inch closer. your brain was screaming at you to just go for it. so, you did. Your lips collide against Wilbur's, it's a sweet (yet somewhat awkward) kiss to begin with, but you two ease into it. He tilts his head and grabs your chin between his index and his thumb, and you lean closer. Your hands rest on his chest as you two enjoy your long overdue kiss.

Wilbur's lips are warm on yours and his hands begin as sweet and innocent, but he grows a bit eager. his hand trail down and rests on your thigh, which takes you by surprise. His lips leave yours momentarily and connect to your neck, and while the feeling is nearly euphoric, you have to pull away. It was a bit too soon to do anything more than kisses.

"Will.." You whisper. He responds in a gentle and careful voice.

"Yes, darling?" He looks up at you.

"This is... amazing but I... I'm not ready for.." Your words trail off. Wilbur simply smiles and nods in understanding, returning up to give you one quick kiss on the lips.

"That's alright. I'll wait my whole life if I must."

Your heart flutters as his promise and you nod.

You couldn't wait for more future dates. More opportunities to hold and kiss Will whenever you wanted, and now, he was inevitably, undeniably, all yours.

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deadqueerboys · 2 months

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Hey..

I made this, all of them. I wrote it some time ago, and it was a request. Even through this bad situation, I see some random people still liking my Wilbur stuff, so I thought about giving it an ending in the right way.

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elizabarnes · 8 months

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Okay so I'm curious

Would you be willing to do an argbur thing ? I'm dying to read about him and I haven't gotten any good fics to read yet

Of course, anon! I love the arg sm!!!

I’ll do sfw and nsfw hcs

Ik that’s not arg (^) but it’s giving arg

ARGbur nsfw and sfw headcannons

Sfw

Loves cuddles but you’re gonna need about 100 blankets cuz of how cold he is.

Always hugging you or just has an arm around you because he doesn’t want you to leave and he’s just so cold

Loves to kiss you

“Just one more- please, sweetheart. I love you so much- I don’t want you to leave.” He says as he kisses all over your face before you have to leave for a job interview.

Always talking to you about anything and everything.

Nsfw

Minors fuck off

So gentle with you because he doesn’t want you to disappear- and he thinks you will!

Shows how much he loves you

Probably won’t degrade you but if he does it’s calling you a slut or a whore

His favorite position is missionary, he just loves being able to see your face and loves how close he is to you.

So sorry that it’s short, anon! But I do hope you like it, also you can always come back with more ideas no matter if they’re horny, comforting or anything else!

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simp-king-noshi · 5 months

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𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓛𝓘𝓢𝓣

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬:

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒷𝓊𝓇：

Simpbur kidnaps you pt 1, pt 2

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒢𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒫ℴ𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒮𝓃ℴ𝓌：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒥ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶：

𝒩𝒶𝓉 𝓍 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓎：

𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐏:

𝒯ℯ𝒸𝒽𝓃ℴ𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ：

𝒟𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂：

𝒮𝒶𝓅𝓃𝒶𝓅：

𝒢ℯℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ：

Dress

𝒯ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎：

Vampire Tommy

ℱ𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓎：

𝒮𝒸𝒽𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓉：

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐳:

2𝒟：

ℳ𝓊𝓇𝒹ℴ𝒸：

ℛ𝓊𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓁：

𝒩ℴℴ𝒹𝓁ℯ：

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬:

𝐀𝐉𝐑:

𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂：

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀：

ℛ𝓎𝒶𝓃：

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

ℱ𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇

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wibblewubble · 1 year

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Argbur x GN Reader

Sorry for not posting anything, didn't have motivation to do anything but look at Tumblr pfft 😋

Warnings: PTSD flashbacks, slight panic attack, emotional hurt and comfort, kissing, mentions of some events in Wilbur's ARG.

Wilbur shudders as another bitingly cold shard of wind seeps through the cracks of the cabin walls and crashes into him ruthlessly. He's curled on the grey couch in a little ball, pulling his fluffy hooded jumper tight around himself, the thick hood covering his eyes. "Please please please be back home soon love," He whispers to the empty room in a quiet, almost numb voice.

"I'm so cold-"

It feels like freezing mist clings all over his body, like frost filling his lungs with every breath he takes, like he's turning to ice from the inside. Wilbur's fingers and limbs feel dangerously numb, even though he knows it's just in his head, trauma from an event years ago that he can't get rid of and out of.

Suddenly water crashes down from out of nowhere, tumbling his body over and over, keeping him from reaching the surface of the black water. He desperately claws his way up, trying not to inhale the water of the Thames. With a gasp, he breaches the surface, half drowned, and pulls himself up the riverbank, retching and coughing harshly, head swirling with deadening cold and the terrible feeling of his own mind shattering-

"Wilbur?! Baby can you hear me? Will!"

A worried voice brings him back from his memories, and he realises that he's rocking back and forth on his knees, hands clutching at his head. Wilbur's eyes are shut tight and brimming with tears, breaths jaggedly catching in his chest. Deliciously warm hands envelop him, and when the male pushes up his hood and opens his eyes, tears running down his cheeks, he's met with the sight of his beautiful Y/N; his starlight, his heart's desire.

They look down at him with a worried smile, cuddling Wilbur tight, letting him wordlessly grab their hands and press them to his face, his lips. A whining sound echoes through the room, the freezing man realising it's coming from him. He looks up at them guiltily, a horrible feeling filling him because he's upset his beauty, had them find him in the middle of one of his episodes and immediately have to go calm him down.

Y/N catches this look in his eyes and shakes their head firmly before he can apologise. They move so they sit in his lap, Wilbur immediately wrapping his arms around his love and pressing them close. He whines again, shuddering as their body heat surges through him in waves, melting the ice in his lungs, making it easier to breathe. His hands hurt, and when he pulls them inbetween the pair to examine them he sees them covered in dark line marks; indents of Wilbur's strands of hair when he clutched at it and pulled. Y/N sees them too and makes a worried noise, before grabbing them gently and pressing kisses to the marks, thumbs carefully brushing over them.

Will blushes red and lowers his head, away from his love's concerned gaze.

He never really understood why Y/N treated him this well; helping him through his panic episodes, keeping the cabin warm and toasty, even spending most of their time with him in this place miles away from civilization. He loved them with all of his heart, and wanted nothing more than to keep them in his embrace forever until he withered away.

Wilbur's head is tilted up by gentle hands on his chin, getting him to look into their beautiful eyes. Y/N smiles comfortingly, not choosing to talk until their traumatized love decides to. They pull him into a gentle kiss, Wilbur moaning softly into their mouth as the heat Y/N emits floods him and brings dark blush to his cheeks. He's trembling with pent up energy so he kisses back hard, hands roaming underneath Y/N's stripey longsleeve and over their back, tongue taking over their mouth and absolutely devouring it. After a while, Y/N pulls back, watching Wilbur open his eyes dazedly. They smile when he looks at them with large brown eyes. "Y/N, thank you so much." He mumbles in a low and tired tone. "You're helping enormously my darling, my love."

The other presses closer, tucking their head into the cold one's shoulder. "I always will, Will." They whisper. "There's no way I'd let you suffer this alone. My amazing boy~" Y/N kisses the crook of his neck, before leaving a trail of soft kisses all over his neck and jaw, smiling into them when Wilbur's hands reach up and thread his fingers into their hair, half pressing them closer to his skin, letting out a satisfied sigh. You didn't mind how touchstarved and high maintenance he was.

He had a horrible thing happen to him; something so traumatizing that he'd developed bad paranoia, PTSD, and a secretive soul. As Y/N got to know him and gently lead him to come out of his shell, the only thing he would say about what happened was that it had involved the Thames on a freezing December night and a person named Kai. They never pushed. They knew when to stop asking. "You're warming me up now. I don't feel so cold like before." Wilbur says into their ear, finally a smile making its way into his face. Y/N hums in response, and snuggles into his chest as he starts to recite a passage from one of his favourite poems:

"But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee"

"It's a beautifuly tragic poem, isn't it my darling?" Y/N nods. "But you cannot look over the sheer amount of love interwoven in those words, for I love you just as much -perhaps more- than what he felt for Annabelle Lee. You are my very lifeblood Y/N, my everything. My Annabel Lee. I will love you forever." They blush hard. His kind words always caught them off guard. "W-Wilbur." Y/N says bashfully, looking up at him. "I love you too. I'll never stop." He lets out another content sound, before his arms curl around them tighter and holds them securely as his head drops to press his cheek on Y/N's. It's about ten or so minutes of quiet cuddling before Y/N feels Wilbur's breathing slow down and his hold relax slightly. They look up to see him fast asleep, circle-framed glasses slipping down his nose, fluffy brown hair like fairyfloss falling over his eyes. The other smiles and carefully takes them off of his face, before tossing them carefully on the next sofa so they don't get crushed, once again curling against him like a cat, perfectly content to sit with Wilbur.

Y/N found themself falling asleep as well, so they sleepily give him one last kiss before tucking their head into his shoulder and drifting off into warmth.

Hope you enjoyed it! 😊 Feel free to comment, and reblog, and also if you have any requests for me to do fics on any of Wilbur's characters or SBI things don't hesitate unless it's NSFW between SBI.

-Wibble 💜

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