#dolly anon

[rosylix]

i was at my parents house the other day and i was showing them skz mvs and my mom said "felix is so gorgeous idk if i wanna be with him or be him" and my dad was like "preach it 🙂‍↕️🙌" I WAS SO DEAD ik where i got my fangirl mentality from now

-dolly

LSJDJAJDJSJS WHAT ur mom is literally me. "preach it" LMAOOOO omg ur parents are so real???? i wish mine were as cool as urs LOL

[ilikebourbon]

do you guys need a dog? i can bark and roll over really well lol -dolly

Are you potty trained, too? It was already a bloody pain in the arse to get Johnny trained properly. G

[princessbrunette]

sorry if you already saw this/still have it from clearing your inbox, but crybaby by the neighbourhood is definitely dealer!jj or toxic!jj. i saw the post with the texts of dealer!jj that you posted earlier and it reminds me of that song!!

also can i be dolly anon? i want to interact more with you and would love to have a name🤭

ugh yesss that song is on my jj playlist !! i love that…. our minds ♡

n yes i’d love to interact more w you !!

[toiletwipes]

rewatching the wilbur roblox stream and at one point he says "i love edging"... can we get edging with faebur -dolly

oh god y e s. yes we can.

You had invited him into your cottage, making sure no visitors would be coming today and with all of your chores done and dinner settling in your belly, you found yourself tucked away into his arms, sitting on his lap and breathing him deep. He'd gotten curious and fucked around in your clawfoot tub, testing your soaps and salts. And now he smells heavenly, not that he hadn't before but there's something that unhinges inside of you when he smells just like you. As if he was yours.

If something like that ever happened, it would be... absolutely wonderful. Though, due to Wilbur's nature, you don't know if telling him these desires would be wise. He's already clinging to you as it is, hands reaching from around your waist to come up and grip your shoulders, pulling you into him with every second that slips by.

And then you're shifting, moving your legs around and when you do, your bottom grazes against his crotch, and his mouth gapes open, drawing in a sharp gasp. You instinctively pull back, going to ask if he's alright when his hands move from your shoulders and down to your hips, thrusting his own upwards to meet yours.

It's dizzying how fast the room heats up, how hot you get so fast. You gasp and whine into an impassioned kiss, lips pressed clumsily against lips, hands ghosting over your barely clothed skin, coming up to grope at your chest. Back arching and eyes closing, you don't see him immediately dart to your neck, only feeling his mouth on your skin and the slightly sharp canines of this man biting at your neck.

Rolling your nubs in between his fingers and drinking in the noises you made for him, only for him, he moves on, hands drifting downwards to reach under your skirt and find you dripping.

"Desperate thing, aren't you?" He murmurs into your skin, and with a flick of his wrist, begins to work you up, bucking into his hand and chase after a high that never felt this- this good. "Would've let any strange man into your house and take advantage of you, huh, that much of a whore you let something so dangerous in and touch you like this?"

His words burned something inside of you, leaving you grasping onto his shirt in clenched fists, gasping as you were so close, so close to tipping over and- and-

And you cry, his hand coming up and away from your twitching and sticks two wet fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue and watching the tiniest of tears fall down your cheeks. "You look so pretty like this," he says as he licks your tears away, groaning as you sucked your slick off of his fingers, "I hope you're not fragile like most humans, I'd hate to break you so soon."

With that, he takes his fingers back, pulling down your skirt down and removing entirely, watching as you toss it with earnest and settle back down into his lap, shaking thighs and all.

He wastes no time at all, guiding you back to that white burning in your stomach, leaving you crying every time, and every time you are denied that sweet bliss, and every time, he makes you clean his fingers off.

"So obedient, have I broken you already, my sweet pet?" He calls to you, bringing a hand to cup the back of your head, finding your eyes unfocused as it was being overwhelmed with tears again.

"You're so mean, I've behaved myself every time around you-" and he cuts you off, sticking his fingers back into your mouth.

"I've been kind in keeping you alive in all of your ventures, have I not? Have you forgotten the many storms you got caught in, the many creatures you've met and left with your life? All me. If anything, you haven't earned my kindness one bit. But you're getting there. Be good for me once more, then you can come." His words leave your head spinning but you try your hardest to hold your own, clenching your jaw and letting the tears fall once more.

This time, he overwhelms you, he moves his hand faster, latches his mouth onto your collarbone, and your hands come up to his hair, burying themselves to the roots, and you cry out, hands stilling as your body shakes with the orgasm, holding you close to his body as you came down from your high.

He coos at you, wiping his hands on the ground and cradling your head when you fell limp in his arms. "Oh look at this mess you've made, I have broken you indeed. Here, let me take care of you," he doesn't waste a moment, shifting you into a bridal hold and takes you to your bed, cleaning you off and taking the rest of your clothes off.

As you come to, you feel a kiss on your forehead before you open your eyes. There's nobody there and you feel all warm inside. Fuzzy, even.

Would this happen again? You turn in your comforter, looking outside the window by your bed, there's a nightingale on a tree branch. You have such a fuzzy mind, you don't hesitate waving at the bird. Its' head tilts and you smile.

Wilbur plays such a funny bird.

[borathae]

Dolly 😘💐 ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ I was just thinking ihyily Tae - How's married and parental life going on?? Did you have daughter or a boy?? And to OGC Tae - You putting yourself out there?? 😊😊😊

ihyily!Tae:

"It's been the most amazing time of my life. I love my family so much. My wife is the most beautiful and perfect human ever and our little daughter is my biggest treasure", he says, tearing up in happiness, "I love them so much. So, so much."

ogc!Tae:

"Am I putting myself out there? Oh dear, that question", he says and chuckles, "I'm having lots of fun, yes. I went to an orgy party a few weeks ago, that was lots of fun", he says nonchalantly, giving you a tiny smile.

[toiletwipes]

more faebur thoughs hehe. imagine reader bathing in a river and faebur accidentally catches them and gets a big ol fairy boner and hes freaking out bcs hes never felt this way and reader catches him and shes like "oh word? 🤨😋" and gives him a sucky sucky behind a bushy bushy im so sorry i cant take this seriously but im trying this is all i got to offer for now -dolly

Big brain big brain

You hadn't thought of it at first, after all your conversations with him, you only just figured that maybe it would be nice to bathe in the river. It'd you some good, granted that the man who could very kill you on the spot doesn't find you naked.

Not that you wouldn't mind but it's never any less embarrassing.

Hanging your clothes on a line clipped to some branches, you wade into the river, getting to around your hips before you squat to get more water around you, trying to work past the shivers.

The river was fucking cold.

Leaning back you let the current flow past your head, enjoying the feeling of mock fingers gathering your hair, pulling it back. Once you felt your hair was good. You continued on with scrubbing off the dirt and grime as much as you could, oblivious to your audience.

He always knew when you came back, as annoying as you were, unwilling to give your name up, you weren't... Awful to look at.

His face burns as your hands move up and down your body, hands gripping your clothes and unconsciously lifts them to his nose. His head is filled with you, the smell and the sight and the absolute need to touch.

He lets out a low groan and then remembers how quiet the forest can be around him.

Pulling the clothes down, he finds startled eyes staring into his own, hands covering up a body that burned his without ever touching him.

"Quite the show you're putting on there," he tries to keep his voice steady, and he's not sure if he managed. Letting the human know that she was getting to him, that she was affecting him in any way- it wasn't a good idea.

"I wasn't-!" You cut yourself off, groaning as you squat down in the water, hoping to cover yourself more, but it almost feels pointless.

"Why hide yourself, I've already seen everything?" He brings up and you press your lips into a fine line, wondering if it's worth walking up to someone who very well has the forest under his thumb, naked, and demand he give his clothes back to you. The chances were not odd, he seemed like he was going to give them back.. eventually.

Sighing and nearly hanging your head, you roll your head around your shoulders before dropping your arms and standing, feeling more vulnerable and naked and visible than you ever have as you step out of the water.

"What's this?" He looks at the cloth that he didn't grab, the one you're using to press against your skin, all over, rubbing it down almost.

"A towel, it dries me off," you say offhandedly, like you weren't paying attention. Strange, was it right to be angry that your attention wasn't fully on him?

"So you can put more of these on you?" He holds the top and long skirt in his hands, and you nod, holding a hand out for them, having already wrapped the towel around you.

"Yes so if you would please," you step towards him, thinking he'd step back but you only step closer towards him, almost touching chests. He doesn't say anything, just staring down at you, eyes looking for something, and then he drops his hands and the clothing disappears. Your mouth drops open as he steps closer, hands coming up to rest on your shoulder and he leans close.

"Whatever you're playing at, seducing me with magic isn't going to work." He says and then while you're distracted, blinking as your brain short circuits, he doesn't hesitate to take the towel from around you, snapping it out of your sight without ever breaking a sweat.

"I don't- when did I ever- I don't even use magic!" You protest, your hands coming up in frustration, coming to clench in a fist as you brought them down on his chest, "give me back my things," you demanded and his hands circle entirely around your wrists, pulling them back and your chest arched into his, and you can see the pink tint dusting across his face. Great, even when he's flustered, he looks flawless and intoxicating to look at.

"You don't get to demand things from me, love, or have you forgotten how rude you've been," one of his wrists letting go of your hand just to press on your back, pressing you closer to him and his head dips, ghosting kisses over your exposed neck. Your breaths come in broken waves, your lip trembling as he teases you.

"I haven't even harmed you, barely touched you and you're spoiled already, aren't you?" You don't know how to answer when your brain feels mush when he presses a kiss as you swallow back spit. "Can't even think, can you?" He murmurs as if he can hear static coming from your mind.

"I- fuck," you whisper, throwing your head back as both of his hands press on your back, holding you close to him and his mouth starts to nip at your neck, pretty little marks beginning to appear as he moves down, bending a little to reach your collarbone when your breath hitches once more.

Your skin was on fire and every touch he kept on giving you, it kept burning you up, leaving you scrambling for a hold on him, hands reaching up to grip at his shirt, something, anything.

And he moves away from your neck, as if he was admiring his handiwork, and as if he was satisfied, he begins to untangle himself, the lines between you becoming more defined and less blurry as your mind slowly came to. And when things weren't that hazy in your brain, he was already gone, your clothes and towel hanging in a brief gust of wind.

You wonder if you should start bathing in the river more often, a hand coming up to rub at your neck, and then you think, how could you not?,

[toiletwipes]

adding up to the fae simpbur propaganda because dare i say its superior compared to siren simpbur. picture this: reader is a lovely lady who's just moved into a humble cottage in the woods and she goes foraging in the words and encounters the most gorgeous creature she's ever laid eyes on, a fae named wilbur with eyes that looked like they held the universe and lips you just really wanna kiss. shes starstruck, and wilbur well, let's just say u'll never be alone whether you like it or not. -dolly

You're just passing through and maybe you got off the trail, but how could you not when this forest seemed so beautiful. So lively. Your cottage is just ten minutes away you know that, but maybe you just wanted to find out more of this place's secrets, listen to the stories the plants tell, the songs the birds sing. Everyone had something to say and you wanted to hear it all.

"You're new."

You stop in your tracks, your skirt swishing around your frozen form as you stare ahead. A pond with a waterfall overlooking it, and a couple of rocks protruding from the glittering surface, and sitting one of them, lazily as if he had nothing else to do but question you.

And you would say his beauty was more captivating than the damn pond or waterfall. Hair that just fell just above his eyes and ears in curls, as if made from the finest silks and made with the softest hands. His features warm and soft and yet, his jawline cut against the air, clicking as he tilts his head at you.

Within a blink, he's standing in front of you, head tilted just the same but this is infinitely a much better view. And you can hardly think a response to his jab. You were new. You moved here only a few days ago.

"I- I just moved here-" and he glances behind you, and you wonder if with those eyes he could see where your cottage sits. He definitely seems like he could. And then he leans close, closer and closer as your breath catches in your throat, just staring into your face and looking it over a thousand times, you wondered what he was seeing. A brief thought of if he was just as captivated with you as you were with him. But you swatted that thought away. He was still moving, choosing now to circle you, leaning in a little bit from behind to sniff your hair. You know your heart beats harder and harder as time slows down with him. As he looks you over.

"What are you doing here," he asks and you wonder if he wants an answer, and when he curls around to look you in the eyes with hardened ones himself, you decide making him wait is your worst choice to make right now. "Why did you move here?" And he only asks more questions.

"We-well, I wanted to see the forest, I knew it was beautiful and I- I needed the fresh start." Completely true. You needed it.

You wouldn't be alive if you didn't move here, though you toss that coin away into the darker corners of your mind. He hums, and then he turns around and walks towards the pond, and when you're about to call for him, his feet bare and clothes too perfect to ruin, he walks on the surface. Glides against it, even.

Your mouth gapes open. (And you think that if he asked you to run away with him, you'd say yes.) He's- he's just-

Incredible.

"What is your name?" He calls out and the air shifts, the wind blows harder now, against your uncovered skin, goosebumps rising out of you, and you shiver.

He stares at you.

He keeps staring at you and your skirt whips around you furiously and you realize- your name. He's waiting on your name.

"I-" and then there's a slight call to you, both of your heads snapping towards it, your name filling the air.

"That's me," you gesture to the call of your name, "I best be going," you say, and though your hands tremble, they grip your skirt as you turn around and he's standing there, all sharp edged and a stabbing glare stitched in his face.

"That's not what I asked." Your lips wobbles, what will this handsome man do to you?

But then comes into the clearing, your little sister, she barrels right into and waves away the handsome man, "come on, I'm starving already!" She bemoans and you almost fear for the both of your lives but when you look up from her, he's gone and you're being dragged home in the middle of the strongest gust of wind and the loudest forest you'll experience.

[toiletwipes]

i got a horny yet very dumb scene in my mind. himbo flirty jock simpbur and very smart cynical hot reader (college au ofc). simpbur and reader are paired up for a project and he mf is thirsty asf for her and hes like "mAybE iF yOu rIdE mE i'Ll gEt sOmE oF Ur bRaIn pOwEr 😍🤪" as a joke but reader is like "k 😐" and mf rides simbur til hes a moaning mess and just when hes abt to come hes like "WHY DID YOU STOP?!" and shes like "i wouldn't want any competion" and then edges him til he sobs. -dolly

SKDJDJSJDJD

She's fuckin b r u t a l

And eventually if he does pay attention and does his shit, and they get a good grade on it, she gives him banging celebratory sex. (How the fuck do you spell celebratory)