idk, just the idea of him being this big strong warrior to his kingdom and then the reader comes along and allows him to show a softer side: give him something to actually fight for instead of aimlessly throwing himself into battle.
here’s your ramble for the night! <333
oh my god YESSSS
He only shows his softer, kinder side to you, in private, behind closed doors. To his people, he is brave and strong and tactical; but to you, he is kind, empathetic, and nothing but gentle. He loves you deeply and passionately, but subtly. You are his greatest treasure, and he'd put himself in peril so many times to defend you.
He goes out every day and fights for his kingdom, spilling blood and making heads roll, but every night, he always comes back to you with soft whispers and gentle touch, holding you like you're a priceless artifact.
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at first, simpbur 100% only showers/baths if you join him
he’s a menace to society i tell you
he is going to rack up the water bill if you had one. Showers/baths take twenty minutes longer
And when you scrub the soap into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, he refuses to give you a break and wants you to massage his head for FIVE MINUTES.
A WHORE.
And then of course rubbing the body soap into his skin and then that leads to shower sex
And then you bring up showering on his own the next day and he's like huh? I cannot? Hear you? You said you wanted to shower together?
And it's fucked for like two months.
But also holding him or holding you in the warm water and staying there for a little bit, even though he might get hard, it's nice I'd think
I've had a lovely Valentines day this year, I have spend it with my friends, and we have had a lovely time on our minecraft server, made by the amazing @modifier-x.
(Pictured above me and @dreamwvrld right before going back to bickering like an old married couple)
We had an amazing double date (aka I accidentally crashed a dated, and Kay was sweet enough to join me) with @toiletwipes and @sparkleyshenanigans
It has been a fun time.
I hope you all will enjoy the Valentines fic for this year, and I hope it has been a good day for you as well.
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SOMEBODY GET ME THAT SHIT WRITTEN RIGHT NOW 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💳💥💳💥
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND NOW HAND OCER THE CREDIT CARD NUMBERS
It wasn't your idea, of course it wasn't but this, this was a whole new level. A whole new level of trouble if you're caught. But a memory forever to be treasured if successful.
He stretched you open on a table in the back, focusing your will on staying quiet and invisible. Easy at first, but as the pub filled with hybrids alike, you knew it'd be harder, he always made it harder. Three fingers thrusting in and out of you, his other hand nestled tightly on your mouth, your job was to stay invisible at this point.
And yet. AND YET.
Wilbur doesn't hesitate to pull his fingers out, stuff them inside your mouth, "clean them off like a good girl," and while you're distracted he pushes inside you and you know flashes of your skin appeared and when somebody seemed to stare for a second too long in your direction, you willed your skin to stay translucent, though in hindsight, you also were getting drunk off his touch.
He pounds into you, pressing your face into the table as he reached down to your front, fingers circling around you and making you wish you had a gag. A whine echoes and the chatter comes to a stop, Wilbur's hips still against yours, pulling you in close and whispering so low you could only be the one to hear him, "if they find out our little game, lover, you know what happens to you," memories of last week flash in your mind.
That was torture unlike anything you've experienced. And though you consented to it all, assured him you even wanted it to happen, what you would do to make sure it wouldn't happen so soon.
You still your breaths, focusing on the clear and transparent skin, you could almost see the outline of your limbs. But where you began and Wilbur ended is the question. Conversations began again, and he started slow again. Slow, but hard thrusts that made your eyes roll, thrusts perfectly timed with the way someone slapped or slammed or threw a table. And when a fight breaks out, the blaze hybrid that manages the place takes him outside and most follow him, leaving Wilbur time to rearrange your organs.
He turned you around, held your chin and made you look him in the eye as he came, and though it was one of the best times in a while, he sinks to his knees and began to eat out your and his juices mixed. People trickled back in, but could they notice when he made you see stars? Hear the way your breath stuttered inside your chest? Could they see how absolutely ruined you were when he came back up and made you taste yourself?
For the sake of not getting banned, you hoped they didn't.
simpbur would look so pretty marked up and i stand by that statement
As you should because YES he would look so pretty,, just ohmygosh.
I love when guys make that whining little sound too when you give them hickeys, and oh my god imagine him trying to keep himself quiet because he is the loudest bitch ever. And then you got him just lying there or whatever and you feel the need to keep this image of him out of breath, covered in hickeys, spit, and all kinds of marks. So you maybe take a picture.
rosie and y/n finding the cameras and putting on a show for simpbur to enjoy…
that’s it. that’s the ask.
LISTEN. I've gotten an ask somewhat like this before HOWEVER they didn't know about the cameras. They do now 😏😏
He's pacing the floor, looking between his hands and the floor and looking at his tossed aside laptop. Rushing back to it, he held the sides in a tight grip, watching as Rosie takes you and lays you down the bed, stripping you slower than he thought was right.
Hadn't you told him before that you didn't like Rosie like that? Hadn't Rosie said that she'd never fuck her roommate? Questions swirl around his head, along with other questions.
How did you get so hot? In nothing but your underwear, Rosie takes you by the mouth, kissing you deeply as she uses one hand to hold you by the neck and the other to work you slowly by your sensitive spots. Your nipples, your sides, and then down below, dipping her hand underneath your underwear. Her mouth leaves a trail of hickeys following your underwear and before he knows it, she takes them off, moving behind you to hold you against her, showing you off to the camera.
"Get a good look, Will, get a good look before I fuck her dumb," Rosie calls out and he moans, his head falling to his chest as his hand shoots to start palming his jeans where his cock lay hard.
They knew. They knew about the cameras. They knew. They're putting on a show.
They're putting on a show, and he's not watching. His head snaps back up to find Rosie's hands moving in circles, working you up to squirm in her lap.
