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wilbursprincess · 2 months

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Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

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lumiheartszz · 3 months

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get this

Simpbur meating readers family for the first time

Him being all kind and gentlemen like just to completely ruin reader later

EXACTLY OMGG !!

(Theres breeding kink in this one)

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Like he'll get all flattered at the compliments from your parents / any other extended family members like a little cutie !!

Your family members think he's a little sweetheart and they really do approve of the guy, and it makes him happy :DD

But all you could do was sip your drink awkwardly at your parents' mention of grandchildren. It stirred something inside Wil, and when he got you behind closed doors...

He'll make out with you after he throws you down on the bed, littering your neck with countless hickeys, and he'll be burying his load as deep as he can inside you, literally cum inside you so many times that your eyes feel a bit blurry.

"Gonna- gonna breed you, fill you up with my children. Bet you'd like that, huh? To be stuffed full of my fucking cum until it's dripping out of you?" He'll be degrading you, saying over and over again that you'll have his kids soon enough.

Aftercare w him is really soft tho, and he'll apologize if he went a little too rough on you. ♡

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#wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #simpbur smut

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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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toiletwipes · 1 year

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because we're friends | simpbur

~2.4k words / i tried my best to make it gender neutral reader but if there's any mistakes, feel free to let me know. [after hanging out with a friend and getting caught in the rain, simpbur takes his friend to his apartment to stay for the night. and he can't be normal and his friend knows.] 18+, minors do not interact.

You were just staying the night, for the night only. It’s pouring and you both walked here and both of you are broke idiots, he chants inside of his head, whatever could happen won’t happen. To take advantage of you while you’re helpless and with a dead phone? The temptation is there, his fingers twitch in his lap, the two of you sitting across from each other on his discounted couch.

You were just a friend who was just staying the night. Just that.

And yet, his mind runs from him. Because watching you watch some random movie, the flashing lights on your face only highlights what he likes seeing. Likes the dips and curves of your face, the way your eyelashes bat at him when you beg him to buy you something at the store. The way you pout at him. Fuck. He can’t stop looking at your mouth now. His mind runs from him and he can’t stop imagining you with spit-slick lips, bruised lips, lips wrapped around-

“-rything alright there, Wilby?” And the fucking nickname, his face burns. He lets out a low hum, focusing back on reality, looking you in the eyes. You’re not that concerned, only noticed his staring just now, most likely not aware how long he has been. (The answer being the entire time you’ve been watching your show.)

“Good. Just thinking.” Mhm, thinking he is, alright. But you smile, nodding and looking back to the screen, wiggling in your seat as you get comfortable. You send him a look as you stuff your feet underneath his legs. They’re cold, he notices and he can’t handle the effect you have on him. Fuck’s sake, your feet are only underneath his legs, but you’re touching him. Willingly, and willingly leaving yourself vulnerable. In no less than a second could he pin you down and work his fingers inside you, bruise your lips anyway he’d like. Because you trust him.

Both his fingers and his dick twitches.

And because you trust him, you end up scooting closer to him and his chest heaves with impure thoughts and desires. You don’t notice though. Switching the way you’re seated leaves you leaning against his side, with his arm tucked awkwardly behind you. But even then, you hum to yourself before reaching behind and pulling on his hand, wrapping it around your waist. His fingers graze uncovered skin by your stomach. He nearly jerks back before he forces himself to relax.

And his mind races. This position you’ve put yourself in. Tucking yourself into his side and wrapping yourself in him, letting him touch your bare skin. His heart pounds inside of his chest and he almost hopes you can feel him sporting a boner. He wants to shove his hand down your pants, up your shirt, in your mouth, fuck, the options were endless. More than anything, he wanted to push your face into the couch cushion and fuck you till you begged him to stop. And so again, his fingers twitch and you jerk away, giggling. “Sorry,” he mumbles, already pulling his hand away.

You shake your head, pulling on his hand again and even pushing it onto more uncovered skin, pushing your shirt up a little more. “I’m just ticklish.” And you twist your face a little just to smile at him.

He had so many questions, they’re just threatening to spill out of his mouth and fumble the wording and fuck everything up. But most of them are lewd and unbecoming of the friendship you’ve allowed him. Still, his fingers twitch and this time you relax as he flexes them, flattening them against your skin.

His own skin feels aflame, sensitive to every movement you make and he can’t even tell what the show was about. What they’re saying, who they are, they’re all lost to him.

And he misses a question. “Sorry, I spaced out- what did you say?” He tries to be casual but your next words send a shock through his veins.

“I’m not even surprised, I said, Wilbur- are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to do something about it?” And his bones turn into stone, everything about him freezes and he can’t move. As if he had ice in his system and not blood.

“What can- what can I do?” His breathing starts again but it’s heavy, his head light from the lack of breathing and blood flow. Unknowingly, his hand presses harder against your skin.

“You mean besides killing me?” You laugh but his mind moves ahead of him, even thinking of that too. His dick jumps at the thought of you, bleeding, staring at him. And he pushes it away, no, no he wouldn’t. Not when you’ve just given him explicit permission to- to-

Fucking hell.

Shifting in his seat, he keeps his hand on your skin, relishes it more now. But his other hand moves to wrap around your middle too, pulling you into his chest. “So I can- you’ll let me-” he cuts himself off as he presses into your back, feeling the full force of your soap hit him. The lotion you’ve told him about. He presses his nose and mouth hard against the skin between your shoulder and neck, breathing and moaning as he breathes out. Months of pining, months of looking at you, months of jerking off to you, months of wet dreams and months of pushing all of that away-

He can stop pushing the thoughts away, indulge in them a little. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asks, one hand pressing on your stomach and the other slipping up to your chest, the fabric of your shirt hardly holds him back.

“This being?” Your voice hitches as his fingers graze your nipple, pinching, pulling, flicking.

“Touching you.” And his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, not so much squeezing as much as it’s just touching. Your skin is just so fucking soft. And it smells good. He can’t ever imagine being anywhere else anymore. And just as fast as he wrapped his hand around your throat, it slithers back down, both hands coming up to grope your chest, mouth moving as he licks the light sweat on your skin. Why you would wear a sweater to his apartment when there’s no air conditioning, is behind him, but it only serves him. He moans at the taste of salt, of sweat. Licks your skin in small circles, loving the taste of you.

Nudging your head to the side, he loves the way your chest heaves, the way soft whines and pants come out of you, loves to tweak the buds in between his knuckles and sucking at your neck, biting and kissing and moaning at the sounds that come out because of him.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He asks, and he doesn't mean to, almost regrets it because wouldn’t that be a thought, to surprise you when he pulls your shorts down and shoves his cock inside of you. Oh, it’s so good, his dick jumps and he presses his body more into your back, nearly toppling the two of you over, and this way you can feel his dick against your back.

“Can you last that long?” Probably not but the way you tease him, it has him groaning against your wet skin, smelling so much like his spit.

“Don’t need to,” he mumbles, licking his way back up your neck and pressing closer, leans further to lick the skin of your jaw. Your head tilts back into his shoulder so nicely, he just has to suck a bruise into the skin there. And when he shoves his hand into your sweats, your mouth drops open and your eyes blink several times but they stay dilated.

“Wilb- fuck, Wilbur,” you whine as your hand reaches behind you, knocking his beanie off of his head and tugging on his hair. His mouth comes off of your skin as he moans, his hips jerking and rocking into your back. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He didn't care what the end of that sentence was going to be, he needed to hear what you sound like when you come. When he makes you come.

“Just like that, baby,” he mumbles, unable to close his eyes, pushing past the burning in his wrist as you whine right into his ear, your hips twitching and jerking on their own too as you make a mess over his fingers, his hand. You would’ve fallen face first into the cushion if he wasn’t holding you so close to him. “Just like that.”

The hand with you all over it goes right up to his mouth, licking every groove of his skin that’s covered in come, licking it all away and moaning at the taste. (The sight of which makes your insides burn, however boneless you are.)

In the next minute, he’s wiping the spit off of his hand on his own sweats, tugging at your sweater, which you take off gladly, and he shoves his hand between your body and your sweats, shoving them down. He feels your body shiver, bumps rising on your skin but all he feels is the intense burning of want, of need. He needs to be inside you right now, it drives him crazy.

“I’m so- so fucking close right now, I need you to tell me where I can come.” It’s like pulling teeth, speaking those words. You said anything, and fuck, maybe he might ignore whatever answer you have and come inside. His dick is so hard, he needs to be inside of you. He’s losing his fucking mind.

It’s as if you can hear his thoughts, or maybe he’s just saying them as they come, it doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is the grip tightening around his hair and you breathing out the word inside. The fucking butterflies he just felt. Fuck.

Shoving his pants down enough to pull his dick out, he smears pre-cum between your legs, your thighs, thrusting between them and the both of you moaning, it’s fucking bliss.

The moment he slips inside of you- he curses, you’re squeezing so tight around his cock, his mind blanks and he can only squeeze an arm around your stomach, the other one is squeezing the meat of your thigh, trying anything to hold back from blowing his load so fast when he just got his dick inside. “Fuck, f- I need a second,” and you’re breathlessly agreeing, squeezing his forearm, tugging his hair, whimpering in his ear. It’s almost too much entirely.

The pleasure doesn’t die down, but he manages to breathe through it, focusing on kissing your sweaty skin. And after a brief moment, you let go of his arm to pat it, asking if he’d be able to move now, leaning all of your weight onto him.

The first thrust out blinds him, pushing back in punches the breath out of his lungs. The way you’re breathing, sounds like you’re just as affected as him. He hopes, in a distant thought, that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Hopes that by the end of this, when the two of you are spent and exhausted and filthy, you’ll let him touch you again.

Minutes go by after slow jerks of his hips and then you whine, asking if he could go faster and fuck if his hips didn’t snap and the sound of skin smacking against skin, it’s enough to make the both of you groan. Fucking you, on his couch by the way, is the main wet dream. And the fact it’s happening right now? He’d come right then and there if he hadn’t worked so hard to come down from just that. Setting a much faster, a bit brutal pace, he’s hurtling towards his orgasm quickly, he can feel it.

“Let go of my hair,” he gasps, and as soon as you do, accidentally letting go of his forearm, he pushes on your shoulder and back, adjusting as needed as he works up to what he wanted to do earlier. Pressing your face into the cushion and fucking you like he’d die if he stopped. Your moans shift into sobs when he reaches around your front, burning at both ends.

And in a moment, in a flash, he squeezes your hip and leans over you, groaning as he spills come inside of you. He gives a few shallow thrusts, moaning over and over. And he stays there for a second, softening as he pulls out but groans anyways, the sight of his come spilling out of your hole? He acts without thinking, pushing two fingers to keep them in and your cries pull him out of his fuzzy head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He hums your name, pulling out his fingers and rubbing over your skin. Covering it in filth. His heart only pounds harder, he gets up from behind you, letting you lay on the couch. Fuck, seeing your hazy eyes, seeing you in a space he put you in from fucking you alone? He tries his best, grabs the blanket he’d tossed on the back of the couch and wipes you down, stomping the bubbling feeling of something good in his chest as you whine from the touch. “Here, let me take you to bed,” dropping the blanket, he tries his best to help you up before biting his lip and picking you up, hurrying to his room as quickly as possible. He wasn’t the strongest guy out there, and if he dropped you in his attempt to help? When he fucked you- and didn’t that give him butterflies to think about, fucking you hard enough your legs are jelly.

It doesn’t take long for you to come down, wherever you went, and by then, you’re ready to sleep. He thought about tucking you in, because what sight that would be, but the thought of waking up to you in the morning? Maybe fucking you in your sleep if he woke up, hell, you fucking him awake, riding him and using him like he used you? It makes him bite down on his lip to hold back a moan as he slips into bed behind you. And it melts his insides whenever you shift to turn in your sleep, tucking yourself into his chest. Sighing deeply.

He’s so far gone on you.

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elizabarnes · 8 months

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Hear me out-

Simpbur stalking y/n

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That's what I Dreamed,sorry😭

YOU FUCKING DREAMED THAT?

WHY CANT I HAVE COOL DREAMS😭

Anyway bet lol

If you’re being stalked please don’t take this fic as something to do! (Unless your stalker is Wilbur Soot/j) This is fiction!!!

Stalker

Warnings: romanticizing being stalked, degrading and smut! You have been warned!

Afab!reader x stalker!Simpbur

MDNI I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!

You were sitting at your desk watching Wilbur’s videos, you felt like you were being watched. You looked at the clock on your pc,

3:32 am

You have been watching his videos for almost 2 hours now. You decided to get into bed, powering off your pc, and getting up from your chair. You walk over to your bed, get under the covers, and cuddling up to your body pillow.

That’s when he decided to creep out of his hiding place.

For about five months now stuff has been disappearing no matter if that was clothes, towels, perfume, etc. And for five months now it has been returning a month later. You wake up an hour later, feeling a warm chest under you instead of your soft, cold body pillow.

You look up to see the Wilbur Soot

You almost scream but you’re too stunned. You’re like Bella from Twilight, you have a nice, loud scream and you’re not afraid to use it. But right now, you were too stunned. The Wilbur Soot is in your bed?!

“W-what the-“

“Shh, darling. It’s gonna be okay.”

He looks down at you with a smirk. “W-what- why- why are you here” “Because you’re mine! You love me and I love you, it’s as simple as that!” He pins you to the bed, it’s not that you didn’t want this. You have been getting off on the sound of his voice, after all. He lowers his head, his hot breath on your neck as he speaks into your ear making a familiar feeling form at your heat. “And you haven’t even tried to run.” His voice sounds raspy and deep, hot. “W-well maybe I don’t want to..” You didn’t mind that he was in your bed, you just didn’t expect it. It’s not an everyday thing. Or is it? “You’re such a slut. Your favorite YouTuber is your stalker and you don’t even care? Just any way to get off, eh?” You hadn’t even realized that your hand traveled down to rub your clit through your sleeping shorts. He began sucking hickeys onto your neck slowly making his way down. “P-please-“

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

He asks into your skin.

“N-need you- please-“

The words almost comes out as a whine, how desperate you are showing.

“So fucking pathetic.”

He mumbles as he pulls down your sleeping shorts and underwear in one go. He pulls down his sweatpants and you can see his boner through his black boxers. He then pulls down his boxers and you watch his cock slap his stomach as he puts his tip on your entrance, slowly entering you. You let out a small whine, resting your forehead on his shoulder. He begins to thrust into you quickly, moans leaving both of your mouths. “A-ah! W-Wilbur! I’m so close! Please!” You say as his thrusts get sloppier and he begins to pant. “Go on, darling. Cum for me- ngh-“ He says into your ear as you cum on his cock. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum, where do you want me to-“ “Inside! Please!” You cut him off. “Whatever you say, princess.” He groans as he finishes inside you. He pulls out, his cock softening. “One second, sweetheart.” He says as he gets up, pulling his sweatpants and boxers up. He walks into the bathroom and you hear water running. He comes back into your bedroom and picks you up, bringing you into the bathroom to show you a warm bubble bath. He pulls your shorts and underwear off your ankles and throws them into the clothes basket in the bathroom and the same with your shirt. He sets you into the bath and walks out of the bathroom for a second, coming back with some clothes for you to sleep in and what you guess are his clothes before he undresses and joins you in the bath.

He helps you wash your body and you help him, he also washes your hair, giving you a very nice head massage that almost makes you fall asleep. You, help him wash his hair and you all get out, he helps you change into the clothes he brought in and he changes as well. He drains the tub water and he carries you into your bedroom, laying down with you, your head resting on his chest and your alls legs intertwined. “I love you, baby.” He whispers to you. “I love you too, Will.” You whisper back and the next thing he hears is your soft snores as you fall asleep. He smiles softly to himself as he falls asleep, holding you. Both of you are happy.

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slxtmeri · 1 year

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i love wilbur soot's necklaces i mean hands i mean necklaces i mean-

#wilbur #wilbur soot #smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot smut #simpbur #simpbur smut

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xbabyd0lli3x · 6 months

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i feel like he would get like possessive over the reader if she was talking to another person and not giving him attention to the point where he would take the reader home and give reader a bunch of hickeys and the sexx would start , when sex is happening he would be a bottom and be whining and whimpering

#tate langdon smut #eddie munson smut #ethan landry smut #spencer reid x reader #simpbur smut

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peterrefur · 10 months

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Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x F!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. 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 story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers! After all, she loves me! And I love her!"

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool.

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body.

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future, 'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes.

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century.

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground.

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring.

"Jared is just a problem. He made her sad. With me, she'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside.

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight.

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom.

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair.

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you.

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure.

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster.

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket.

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last.

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more.

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before.

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything.

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he ran from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched ass, to run them over your pussy with a little more pressure, and finally with his middle finger made a few circles on your clit.

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance.

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He could feel his nose touching your anus. He could feel how simultaneously sweet but somehow salty you were, in his mind you were perfectly balanced. Delicious, perfectly balanced between the sweet and the bitter. He stepped back to catch his air, breathing in, watching how wet you had become. The question that plagued him was 'did he make you like this' or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he treats you led you to this state.

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you.

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside.

If you were lying on your back right now it would make it easier for him to caress your clit, but he knew well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out, wet from caressing you, and smiled triumphantly.

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario.

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted.

Right?

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your pussy for him. Just for him and only for him.

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then.

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better.

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable.

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue.

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you.

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more.

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break.

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly.

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead.

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else.

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it.

Accelerating his movements he watched your every move, every breath. Trying to read you, breathing hard he rested his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your pussy. He leaned in more, but continued to penetrate you, at the same time attacking your clit. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears.

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you.

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding.

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you.

How much you need him.

Because you need him don't you?

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible.

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements.

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop.

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you.

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!"

"Shh, it's okay darling. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that.

Contracting both legs, you felt your muscles begin to shake on their own, his movements slowing as you felt his dick begin to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you.

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss.

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his leg, he inserted his middle and ring finger into you.

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him.

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results.

"Stop it!" he said, slapping your clitoris lightly but nevertheless with discipline "You like that! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building up inside you since you woke up.

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating.

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling your thighs clench again, trying to hold back the pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you.

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist.

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more.

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away.

“You love me, no matter what I do.”

#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 #simpbur smut #simpbur #this was bad sorry #simpbur x Olg #simpbur x Olga

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simp-king-noshi · 4 months

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𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈： 𝒮𝓂𝓊𝓉，𝓃ℴ𝓃－𝒸ℴ𝓃， 𝓈ℯ𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓉ℴ𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓈 ℛℰ𝒜𝒟 𝒜𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰ℛ 𝒪𝒲𝒩 ℛℐ𝒮𝒦！！

You woke up, in the same dark cold, empty basement, your head pounding, your leg was aching and you felt dizzy. You shift, trying to get comfortable,on the hard chair you sat on. When you hear a grunt, you look down so you realize.. You're on his lap, where there appears to be a tent... Your breathing hitched and your moving all together stopped. “Good morning darling!~” He wrapped his arms around you, with a firm, yet gentle grip. He moved his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickled your neck, but you were too tense to react. A smirk was painted on his face, his cold, insane gaze on you, outlining your waist and hips through your clothes. “Gods, you're so pretty..” He mumbled, his face heating up as his finger’s danced on your sides, as it glided up and down your waist and hips area. You attempted to squirm away but his grip tightened keeping you down on his hardened tent, causing you to squirm a little more from discomfort. His breath got heavy, as his finger’s continued to run up and down your waist and hip area slowly, pushing his nail into your flesh causing some sort of scratch to form. You closed your eyes tightly, wishing this was some dream or nightmare, wishing you were asleep, but you felt the pain of his short bitten nails scratching your sides. You let a low wince of pain as bullets of sweat began to race down your forehead. “Aww, dear~ Don’t be scared I won’t hurt you unless you truly deserve it. Like when you tried to escape..” His hand went down from your side to your thigh, rubbing small circles, his breath heavy, as he breathed in your scent. His warm breath continued to tickle your neck. You could feel the tent hardening, he began to sweat as his face became hotter, her breathing intensed. “Dear~ I can’t resist any longer~~” He in a clumpy moment, moved you onto the floor, where you knelt in front of him, as he unbuckled his belt, he struggled, when he finally got it off he threw it in a random direction of the empty cold floor, causing a small echo. you shivered feeling how cold the concrete floor of the basement was. He pulled her pants down, where his hardened boxer was shown. Your eyes widened as he stared at you while he played with the band of his boxers, his gaze remained cold and insane, with pure lust, as he impatiently pulled his boxers down as his cock spring out droplettes of pre-cum dropped. He impatiently, but softly gripped your hair pushing your lips down on his cock. Watching as you gagged as his hips bucked, causing you to gag again as salty tears formed in your eyes you shut them as he pushed you on his cock until it hit the back of your throat as he watched you gag. He grunted and groaned as you gagged, your sounds filling the quiet room.. He let low, squeaky moans and whimpers, as his cock began to twitch in your mouth, he pushed your mouth down one last time before he released. He pulled his hips away from you as he watched as his cum dripped down your lips, and chin, watching you swallow, eyes still shut close, tears continued to fall down your red tear stained cheeks. “Aw~ Good [INSERT PRONOUN]~” He stroked your H/L, H/C looking into your E/C eyes, a lustful gaze still there.

-The end

#simpbur x you #simpbur x reader #simpbur #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader smut #wilbur x reader

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wilbursprincess · 3 months

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Simpbur with a reader who fell first?

The guy would be so confused and would be adorable

Simpbur With A Reader Who Fell First

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Reader gives Simpbur a blowjob, Softdom!Reader, Sub!Simpbur

Oh my goodness, anon, I am a SLUT for Simpbur. I’m not even going to deny it :’) Him being just a shaking, nervous mess with a girl who fell for him first that he’s obsessed with? <3 Sorry if you didn’t want it to be NSFW… but I was desperate to write a submissive Simpbur…

Headcannons below cut!

~You’d be working as a barista, with a cute regular who comes in every morning and tips you well.

~You only know his name, Wilbur, from writing it on his cup.

~After about a week of seeing this adorable stranger, you start adding pretty doodles on his cup, blushing when you see his eyes light up at the sparkles and hearts around his name.

~One day, you finally work up the nerve and ask him out!

~He is shocked to say the least.

~Wilbur couldn’t imagine this gorgeous barista he’s started coming in to see everyday could fall for someone like him.

~He accepts gratefully, smiling so wide when your number is included with the doodles on his order.

~Your first date is innocent, taking him out for dinner and then walking around town afterwards to watch the sunset.

~When you ask to kiss him, he’s confused why you’d want to kiss him, but God does he want to feel your lips on his own.

~His hands are shaking as you gently kiss him, heart beating out of his chest.

~It takes approximately a 5 second kiss to feel him poking into your leg, his hands awkwardly pawing at your hips and waist.

~”I could take care of that for you… want to come back to my car?”

~Wilbur couldn’t imagine saying no.

~Your soft, soft lips wrapped around him, your warm, tight mouth sending him to heaven.

~He sputters out your name as he spills in your mouth, embarrassingly soon after you started.

~”Sorry I didn’t last long-“ He tries to apologize, but you shut him up with a kiss.

~”It’s ok,” you wink. “I’ll take it as a compliment. You free next week?”

~Wilbur would always be free for you.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot smut #simpbur smut #simpbur #mcyt smut #mcyt headcannons #wilbur mcyt #princesshcs

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wil-dearest · 7 months

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inspired by the many wilbur writers, 18+

simpbur but he's writhing underneath your mouth, gasping and calling out your name. begging for more and for less, to go slower but his hips buck into your mouth

#spencer writes #simpbur smut

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deadqueerboys · 3 months

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More Simpbur smut?

(Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please)

I guess I have to talk about this; (male!reader)

Simpbur is just LITERALLY a simp, even if he's not dating you. Even if he needs to trick you for that, he's doing it! He's simping you from far away!

Plus: I TOLD YOU GUYS I WAS GOING TO WRITE AGAIN!! Dare me, bitch.

Simpbur does the usual, going to your favorite bar, but instead of looking at you for hours, he decided to sit close to you. He's a gentleman, obviously. He needs to try to make you comfortable at first.. It takes a long time until he got you drunk enough to have sex with him.

Simpbur enters in your room. Both are so messy right now. He can't contain his happiness. He has been dreaming about this for ages!

He doesn't even care about asking for you: "Are you sure?". He just keeps kissing you, his hands around your waist, making you stay closer to him. The door slammed behind them, you giggle, clearly drunk and feeling horny dumb. You kissed him, it felt so real to Simpbur, your lips were his passion.

Simpbur lay you on your own bed, desperate to see you through those silly clothes. He knows what he's doing. He's ready for that. He takes your pants off, kissing your thighs and your cover lower area like if it was the cure for his sickness. When you moan, he takes it as an order, taking your underwear and making the things that he knows pleasure you. He kisses the base of your cock, a lot of little kisses, he's so in love with it!! He starts to sucking you, slowly to be more teasing.

"Mhm, yes, please.." You can't even say his name. Do you know his name? Ugh.. probably not.

Simpbur goes deep throat, putting all that he can on his mouth. It feels too big, way too big.. He takes it faster, his hand taking care of what he couldn't handle with his mouth. His lips were so red and juicy that it looked like paradise. Simpbur looks up to you, waiting for some sign that he is doing great. He has such a praise kink.

You notice it, obviously. "Oh.." It get out of your mouth accidentally. But then your cock feels tight on his throat, you moan one more time. "Mhm, you're doing so great for me, sweetheart.." it was better then try to remember his name. Was it.. Jared? It felt like it was Jared, but you couldn't risk.

The compliment gives him stimulation, with his other hand, he places your foot on his covered cock, you felt it twitching, he was so crazy about you that he almost came just from you calling him by a pet name. He gives you a hint to step on it, so you do. He moans on your dick, almost choking. His eyes roll of pleasure while his body goes further, feeling the necessity of your touch. Simpbur looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Yes, honey?" You understand the hint, your hand grabbing his hair and making he go even deeper. You keep moving your feet on his covered cock, it felt so good and so wrong, but who are you to judge a random man fetish? Specially one that you just met and now you're fucking with him on your house. "Do you like that, huh? Are you a good boy for me?" You whispers, smirking while biting your lips.

Simpbur can't hold anymore, tears rolling from his eyes while his hips roll on your feet, he whimpers on your dick like a slut, cumming while he cries. It was a funny but teasing image, trying to be nice with him, you force yourself to cum, so he could rest and breath properly.

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i know love | the poly ending

~1.6k words / YEAH THATS RIGHT. POLY ENDING. If you're confused, when I first started writing for "and I'd give up forever to touch you" my pride and joy, I would get asks and requests for a poly ending between Simpbur, Rosie (a streamer he was in love with) and the MC (aka you, who developed a genuine connection with him- first.) And because I've been writing all day and I did promise Lotus I would, here it is! I wanna say it's been a while since I read the fic myself so if it's inaccurate- shh.

Also I want to apologize about the length, I would add more but I really wanted to post this before I go to the concert so uh. here it is! Hope you enjoy lotus <3 @lotusanonymouse

[You come home and you find your lovers fucking like the horny freaks they are.]

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"Guys, I'm home," you say, toeing off your shoes, sliding the keys into the tray by the door. Work had been long, boring and frankly, numbed your bones more than you care for. The soles of your feet ache and you reach down to rub the soreness away, sighing as it just barely relieves the pressure. But as soon as you look around, you sigh again, this time with a smile. Leaning on the wall, you Crane your neck to see that only one door in this apartment is open. And now the noises are more apparent.

Padding down the hallway, soft moans and whimpered curses are louder and louder and when you peer around the doorframe you can't help the burning in your lower abdomen. Both of your partners, Wilbur and Rosie were on the bed, and they were both very close to their climax.

"You guys have been playing without me?" You murmur, snaking a hand over the clothed back of Rosie, digging into her hair and yanking as your other hand reaches down to splay over Wilbur's chest. They each have their own gasps, looking towards you not with regret, but need. Your hand relaxes the grip it has in Rosie's hair till you hum, smoothing her down. The roots are starting to show again, should probably bleach them again.

"Your shift ended an hour ago, could you blame us?" Rosie's hips keep rolling, and honestly, you couldn't. It's not like they weren't supposed to fuck without you, you just like playing with them like this. You're not really mad. You just could use a snack first… or not, honestly the way Rosie keeps leaning her face into your hand. Keeps kissing it like it'd put her in your graces.

Wilbur's hands were digging his nails into her naked hips, her t-shirt just barely covering her stomach but there's nothing else on her. Just the shirt. Wilbur's plaid pajama pants were pulled down just enough for her to get going and his shirt is nowhere to be found. You wouldn't be surprised if Rosie came straight over to him after her stream. She does get horny quite easily while she streams, finds it harder to keep her hands to herself when she knows her lovers are in the chat.

"Then why don't you finish Wilbur off, he looks like he needs it more than you." You lean down to kiss him, catching his moans getting louder as she begins to bounce on his cock again, trailing down a blunt nail down his chest and pinching one of his hardened nipples.

"Be a good boy and come for her, yeah?" You whisper against his mouth before pulling away.

Moving towards your room, you toss your work clothes into the bin and you can hear them with the open door and through the walls. "Fuck fuck fuck- that's it, oh fuck right there. Come inside- yeah come inside of me, baby." Rosie's rambling makes your head spin as you consider getting dressed.

Making the split decision, you pull on Wilbur's boxers and one of Rosie's merch shirts, two sizes bigger than your normal for the extra baggy look. Making your way back to your two favorite people, Wilbur sits on the back of his thighs, sobbing into Rosie's neck as she pulls him further into her body.

You can pinpoint the second his cock twitches and then spills inside of her with the way he tenses, and her legs shake the tiniest bit wrapped around his waist, but you can see her wiggle, see the way she still hasn't orgasmed yet.

"That's it, baby, fill me up," you hear her coo into his ear, biting her lip as she opens her eyes and finds you. She whispers even quieter and he moves finally, slipping out and sitting against the wall with Rosie next to him. She's antsy to get off, though, you send her a look. She sends you one back but you hold a finger up and you leave and come back with a warm, damp towel, wiping the mess they both made.

Rosie moans through it but complains thoroughly when you lean down to clean Wilbur off personally with your tongue. His fingers reach into your scalp, "ah- ah, I'm still- sensitive, sensitive."

You only come up once you've swallowed his come down, reaching up to thread your fingers in his hair and pull him into a kiss. He whimpers in your mouth when you still reach down to wipe him clean with the rag.

"And what about you, baby, you want us to do something for you?" Rosie asks, reaching over to squeeze at your thigh, a smile spread lazily across her face.

You pull away from Wilbur, trailing one blunt nail down again and watching him shiver as you hum. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and then you smile. "Get on your back, Rose," and boy does she move. She's on her back, spreading her legs for you to move in between them and gasping lightly when your mouth latches onto her clit, switching between lapping and sucking on it enough to make her groan out in frustration. Her hips twitch underneath you, aching to thrust into your face but you hold her down.

And right when you almost had her there, you come off of it, spitting on her can't as you thumb her entrance. "Ask me nicely," you ask as she hisses, still so sensitive from Wilbur's round. "Ask, babe." She doesn't and so you let off completely, sitting back and finding Wilbur right behind you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing at your neck.

"You can get yourself off if you don't wanna ask me," you grin at her, as Wilbur's hand drips under Rosie's shirt to cover your warm skin with cold fingers. She huffs, because the three of you know damn well she can't get off without either of you. One of you will do but if it's just her? Forget it, she'll just be teasing herself for hours.

"And what if I asked Wilbur instead?" She asks, sitting up on her elbows, jutting her chin out.

"Ask him, but just know I'm not getting you off until I get back from my mom's. Whether or not you ask me." And everyone knows you won't be back until next week.

She bites her lip, looking away, breathing in deeply. The trip itself had been a major argument, with her deflecting and not actually admitting she just wanted to go with you and meet your family until it was too late.

Her eyes come back to yours and then she crawls onto her knees and places her hands on both of your thighs. "Please, can you-" she breathes in deeply as she leans back, "-can you make me feel good? Make me come?"

You can't hide the smile on your face, and without hesitating, you tap Wilbur's arms and he lets go, watching as you push Rosie on her shoulders, leaning into her space to press your mouth against hers, kissing her deeply as you press her into the mattress. One of your hands drift between you two and she gasps into your mouth when you set an aggressive pace already, gripping onto your elbows as you slip a finger, then two inside of her can't.

"Go on, baby, be a good whore. Show Wilbur how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers. That's it, moan for him."

And she does, once you move your mouth to the column of her neck, kissing and biting hickeys into her skin just low enough that no matter what she wears, the bruises will peek through, and she moans for Wilbur. Tells him through gasps of breath that she's both of yours, that she needs your fingers and she presses her chest into yours, trembling as you fuck her through an orgasm.

Wilbur's quick to suck Rosie's slick off of your fingers, quick to wipe her down again and slide his boxers on.

The three of you lay in bed, breathing and cuddling closely before Wilbur gets up, kissing both you and Rosie. "Getting food, do you guys want anything?" When he received two no's, he nodded and left the bedroom.

Quiet again, with the sounds of Wilbur pulling things out of the cupboard, Rosie rolls onto her side and stares into your face, waiting till you adjusted yourself before speaking. "You are coming back… right?" It was never really settled in the argument and the apologies if you did but you thought she knew. You frown, reaching forward to cup her face, letting her press it closer.

"I'm coming back. I'm just going to grab the last of my things and I'm leaving the first chance I get." And you pause before continuing, "I don't think I can live without either of you again. You two are the best things to happen to me." She leans closer, lightly pressing a kiss to your lips. You stay like that for a while, kissing her until she pulls away, only a little bit and she shudders, wiping away a stray tear.

"Okay." And you grab her hand, lifting it to your mouth, pressing a kiss to her hand, gripping it hard as she holds just as tightly.

"You know I love you," she tenses, "and I know you're not ready to say that to me or to Wilbur, but I'm coming back. I promise." She nods.

You fall asleep in her arms, vaguely aware of Wilbur's weight dipping back on the mattress and of his arms wrapping around your waist again. You just know love.

You know love.

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