#ghostbur x reader

[lillyspeakz]

literally just smut. can be any bursona.

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“So good baby- fuck you’re so tight around me, what a good little slut.” Wilbur groans out as he grips your hips in his hands, squeezing them tightly as he sinks deeper into you.

Your back archers further for him, face against the pillows as his pelvis meets your ass, his cock resting heavily inside of you. He was big, no point in lying about that. But when you’re lying on your stomach, weightless for him to use anyway he wanted, he felt huge inside you, and you loved it.

Which that seemed to be why you chose the position for the current moment. As he sat there, legs straddling your hips as he waited for your go ahead, you reached your hand down underneath you, resting it on your stomach where you found a decent sized bulge. Pressing down on it, you and Wilbur moaned out in unison, his tip pushing against your cervix as you tightened around him even more.

Wilbur braced himself against the headboard, pushing himself somewhat deeper into you, if it was possible. It was all too much, you needed more. Both of you did.

“I swear Wilbur, if you don’t move right now, I’m not helping you get you- oh fuck!” You screamed out into the pillow as he brought his cock all the way out and slammed it back into you, grabbing the back of your head and lifting it up as he did.

“Huh? What was that? Was the little slut trying to tell me what to do? You’re so cute-“ Wilbur leant down, lips brushing against yours as your eyes closing, awaiting for his warm lips on yours.

Not even a second later, the man thrusted hard inside of you, hitting your g-spot with his tip as your eyes opened in shock, only to roll back into your head. You let out a pornagraphic moan as Wilbur laughed at you, and continued his thrust, his pace slow yet thrust deep.

“That’s it baby, be a good slut and take all I give yo- holy fuck!” Wilbur’s cocky attitude tumbling in seconds as you met his thrust and tightened around his cock.

“Aw did big, strong Wilbur fall for my little game?! Maybe you’re not as good at this that you claim to be! Maybe you’re just as pathetic as D-“ Wilbur placed his hand on your head, shoving your face in the pillow as he thrusted faster inside of you.

“Shut the fuck up. You do not get to compare me to that fucked up asshole! And we both know I’m as good as I claim to be. Hell- you admitted it to Q the other day!” Your eyes widened up at Wilbur as he laughed manically at your expression.

How the fuck did he know about that?!

“Aw don’t look so scared baby, I’m not mad! I’m actually quite flattered, talking to other guys about how good I am to you, how I can make you cum just from my words, how my fingers work magical things on you. How my cock makes you go dumb after one thrust. Fuck- I knew you loved this, but not that much.” Wilbur said to you as you adjusted himself.

He lied his upper body down on top of your back, kicking his legs out from beside you, putting his full weight on you as he did. “You doing ok, my love?” He whispered in your ear, the words soft and caring, a complete turn around from his previous words.

Wilbur always made sure you were doing ok when things got a bit rough or a sudden shift had changed. You guys might not be on the best of terms, but hell, if you weren’t enjoying any of this… there’s no benefit for him either.

He gains pleasure from your pleasure.

You nodded your head at him, hands squeezing the pillow beneath you as you did. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Wilbur, earning a hum of disapproval as he lifted up off of you, bringing his cock out of you, yet leaving the tip. The sudden sensation earned a whine from him, making him softly laugh.

“Words. Are you ok?” Wilbur sternly asked you, his words still soft.

“Yes. I’m ok. Brillant. Amazing even!” You got out softly, a smile coming over your face as Wilbur placed himself back on top of you, his tip still teasing you. “Please. Please Wilbur.”

“I know, darling. Doing so good for me..” Wilbur whispered to you, his arm coming around your neck to hold you in a headlock sort of position, while his hand grabbed yours in his own, squeezing the limb as you reciprocated the affection.

“Now be a good slut and let me ruin you-“ Wilbur’s sweet attitude quickly being shoved out the window as he thrusted inside you quickly, his pace going as fast as he could in this position.

His arm around your neck held your face up from the pillow, holding onto the limb with your free hand as empty screams left your mouth. Your nails clawing and scratching at his skin as he continuously hit your cervix head on, broken cries leaving your mouth as he whispered small comments about you, degrading or praise.

“So good for me baby, taking me so well.”

“Such a slutty hole, always wants more- fucking greedy.”

“Come on baby, just a little more- you can take it, I know you can. Good girl!”

“Leaking all over the place baby, so messy for me-“

Every comment led to another moan or cry of pleasure.

And Wilbur took them all in with delight.

“Wil! Wil please- I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” You whined out to the man, hips meeting his thrust, hand squeezing his more tightly than before.

Wilbur could feel your orgasm approaching, your hole tightening around his member in a tight grip, making him moan in your ear.

“I know baby, hold on.” Wilbur spread your legs a bit wider, bringing your hips up with him as he knelt behind you. Your back arched deep, the bulge stretching your stomach out even more than before, making you moan at the feeling. “So good for me, feel how deep I am inside baby, I’m the only one allowed to make you feel this way, got that? I’m the only one allowed to stretch this hole to its limit, the only one allowed to make you go dumb from my cock, the only name you scream. You’re my slut to use, and my baby to hold when needed, ok?” Wilbur whispered into your ear, earning a whine from you as you nodded.

“Yes yes. All yours. Always have been, Wil… please use me, please please-“ your words were cut off by his thrust, your mouth agape as he thrusted hard and fast into you.

“Fuck- you drive me crazy, you know that? You have me wrapped around your finger and I love it.” Wilbur groaned out as you squeezed once more around him, your nails digging into his arms once more.

“gon’ cum! Let me cum! Please- baby please!” You begged the man above you as his thrust became sloppy and miscalculated.

Slipping his free hand underneath you, his fingers met your clit, rubbing small, tight circles around your bud. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Cum for me and show me how good I make you feel.”

You were gone after the first sentence. His sweet voice melting your body as you let go of the pressure in your stomach. Your hips met his once more as your back arched deeper into the mattress, a delayed scream making its way out of your mouth as his thrust continued, riding out your high.

Your body shook as his thrust got faster and faster, not caring about precision or anything else besides the way your walls squeeze around him.

“Cum inside me… please! Please I’m begging you-“ you whimpered to him as his thrust slowed inside of you.

Your words made him cum on the spot, never imagining them to come out of your mouth but nevertheless happy about it.

Wilbur groaned out in your ear, as he fell on top of you, hips still stuttering inside of you as his orgasm hit him and he filled you up. He hid his face in your neck, mind still reeling from the orgasm, holding you tightly against him.

“Did so good for me, so good for me my angel…” Wilbur whispered out to you as he started to get off of you.

Before he could pull out, you quickly grabbed the back of his leg, stopping him from making any more advances.

“Stay inside me, please. Wanna feel you still.” You muttered out, sleep creeping up on you as you lied there, the weight of his cock inside you making it even harder to stay awake.

Wilbur could feel his dick stir again from they request but didn’t do anything about it, just wanting to lay with you for as long as he can before you both would go back to your ordinary ways and pretend there was nothing going on between you two.

Rolling over, Wilbur’s chest was pressed against your back as he shuffled closer to you, pressing himself deeper inside of you while he did. You both hummed at the sensation, the warmth and the first at he fit inside you as asking you both into an easy rest.

“Hmm I love you..” you whispered to the man behind you, falling asleep after the words were uttered, leaving the man shocked behind you.

The words struck him with hope and fear. What if you didn’t mean it? But why would say it if you didn’t? He had so many questions that would have to wait, but with you, he could wait a lifetime and be alright.

“And I love you. Sleep tight my love.”

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?

Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.

[heartofwritiing]

now the rain comes

paring: ghostbur x fem!reader

summary: A short little blurb about cuddling ghostbur during a rainstorm.

authors note: I wanted to write ghostbur cuddling me because i was sad and needed comfort. i haven’t written anything for this bean so i wanted to change that. i was listening to this song and came up with the idea, ignore any mistakes i wrote this so quick on my phone i hope you guys like it :) (the tank top fic is coming guys i promise!!)

warnings: fluff, cuddling, reader is kinda depressed, ghostbur being soft, unedited!

The soft pitter of rain through the open window has you curled up in bed. The sky was a muted gray as the storm moved through the afternoon making your mind wanders in and out of sleep. The petrichor breezing into your senses, made you feel somewhat at peace. After everything you had been through lately. It was starting to hit you like a ton of bricks. You were tired.

You hadn’t moved all day. Laying on your side under the thin blanket, tracing the raindrops as they fell down the windowpane. The weight of the bed feeling too warm to move.

Nothing was wrong. Not really. Everyone was safe for the most part. There was no wars being held on your home land. No one was in danger. You just felt… heavy.

The door faintly creaked open to reveal a figure in a striking bright yellow sweater. folding his hands together as he shyly called out to you. When you didn’t respond He floated closer to the bed. When Ghostbur saw you curled up on your side he gasped with excitement.

“hello, my love!” he said softly.

You turned your head enough to see him in all his paleness out of the corner of your eye. Curls frizzy from the humidity. But still so soft looking.

“hey bur,” you mutter. Nuzzling your face back into your pillow and turning your attention back to the window.

It was nice that you had it so close to the window. So you could look out onto the streets of L’manberg. Your home. The place were your friends once had called home, but not anymore.

Ghostbur tilted his head, forehead creasing as he hovered over your comforter. Usally you were so excited to see him. Rushing over to him, to hold him, to kiss his cheek or intertwine your fingers with his. But today you seemed… off… His arms crossing over each other as he looks at your tired expression as you stare blankly out the window.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice sounded sad. But it always did. You suppose it was because he wanted to be soft, and quiet compared to his living counterpart. “whats wrong?”

“nothings wrong. just sleepy.” You let out a heavy sigh avoiding his stare.

Ghostbur hovers closer to the edge of the bed. His sleeve covered hands pawing together as he stares at you.

He can tell something is troubling you, he just doesn’t know what. The blissful innocence bothered you most of the time. But its not like when Wilbur was alive. he’d never noticed your mood changes. He never paid attention towards the end of his life.

At least Ghostbur tried. He was there for you and tried to comprehend your feelings. Make you smile, take you for walks, or open up about how you were feeling. But sometimes it frustrated you. His optimism and overwhelming support weren’t something you were used to.

One time you did snap at him after being overstimulated with care. You’d never seen Ghostbur so wounded. The hurt deep in his eyes as he turned away from you and cried silently. You instantly regretted your behavior and asked him to look at you, only to be met with a blue streaked burning face of the ghost and quickly whipping his tears with your sleeve. After that you just asked him to hold you. Which he gladly did.

Carefully he maneuvers to the side of the bed, lifting the soft blanket so he can slide in behind you. The weight and sudden wave of coldness makes you shiver at contact.

He apologizes for being so cold. Not that he can help it. Still, he’s sorry he can’t provide more warmth for you. His arm curling around your waist and pulling your back against his chest. Its enough to know he’s there.

You continue to lay there as he trace lazy patterns on your stomach over your tank top. The rain begins to fall harder.

The heaviness washes over you again. You inhale and exhale to ease yourself.

“I’ll always be here for you. You know that right?” ghostbur says suddenly. You weren’t expecting him to speak but his low voice calms your mind and pulls you out of the racing thoughts.

“Even if I don’t understand sometimes, or you push me away, I love you and I want you happy.”

Ghostbur rests his chin on the crown of your head and pulls you tighter against him. His words hang in the air. You weren’t anticipating something so heartfelt in the moment, but you didn’t hate it.

“I can make it go away,” he burries his nose in your hair, nuzzling and smelling the sweet smell of your shampoo. You swear you can hear him humming.

Tears well in your eyes as he continues. He sounds so innocent, full of love and promises. It makes your chest tight with hope. Then he lifts his face to press a quick kiss to your temple and then move back to his position. Your eyes flutter shut. A single drop escapes from your eyelid and falls down your cheek onto your pillow. After everything he stilled loved you. Even if you didn’t believe it most the time. He was still here, and that was enough.

“I love you too bur.” you whisper.

Suddenly ghostburs chest feels somehow warmer. He beams at your confession, proud of himself for helping you express your feelings.

He doesn’t say anything else, content with holding you. Wrapped in a cocoon of safety with your ghost lover.

As the rain comes in and lulls you both to sleep.

tag list: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @ollie-rantz-and-writez @wilbursprincess

[simp-king-noshi]

I need requests <3

[itsnotanahegohoodie]

I had a long period when I was simping for Ghostbur. He's the best boy. He's kind, I think a bit naive, and always want to help.

He seems very comfortable and pleasant. I bet that hugging him feels very soft, like a cloud, maybe a little cool since he's a ghost, but so soothing.

I think sex with him would be kind of weird because of his ghostly nature, but it would be gentle. I don't think he would be the one to initiate it... He's too nice and kind to be treated rudely, so please don't make him cry. :(

Fan fact: In my past, I was enjoying Revivebur/Ghostbur (poor Ghost)

Anon 👁

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[wrenthewriterishere]

Have we had the other canonical Bursona ever requested here yet? (Where would we get our blue without him?) ... Pairing: Ghostbur and NB!Reader ("You" in POV). Genre: Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Extra: On-again, off-again relationship. Downward spiral (depression). Experiential avoidance (during spiral). Implied social isolation. Physical and Emotional intimacy: Hugging/Cuddling, kissing, caressing (face) and pet names/terms of endearments. Breakfast meals. Another sunrise—Another day where the reader has to "pull through". They think they've done well for themselves. Today, their own body just had other plans. How long ago was it that they felt they could leave their own place? They couldn't even hear or notice their own ex-boyfriend who had been trying to remember where they lived—He eventually has the full sight of them.

I think I wrote a ghostbur smut a few weeks ago but that might have been something I read. Either way, love our little blue cocaine baby (that IS what blue is btw lol)

"Where Would We Get Our Blue Without Him?" Pairing: Ghostbur x NB!Reader Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Depression, emotional isolation, implied self-neglect, comfort, physical affection

Another sunrise.

You watch it half-conscious from the couch, a cold cup of tea on the floor beside you. It’s the same mug you left there yesterday. Or the day before. You're not sure anymore. The days blend now—soft, indistinct, like pastels left out in the rain.

You tried today. Truly. Got up. Showered, even. Toasted bread and let it sit on the plate until it curled at the edges. That's more than yesterday. You should be proud.

But your body felt heavy. Like all the pieces of you were filling with cement. You collapsed onto the cushions at some point, blanket tangled around your legs, staring out the grimy window. The silence of the room echoed.

You thought about calling someone. Maybe just texting something stupid. A meme, a hi. But the thought of talking? Of having to explain the fog wrapped around your brain like a second skin?

It was easier to let it sit. You’ll ride it out like always.

You didn’t even hear the knock. Not at first.

Then another. Faint. Cautious.

“Y/N?”

That voice.

Your breath caught.

No, that wasn’t real. You didn’t hear that. You must’ve imagined it. You’d been imagining him for weeks. The feeling of his cold fingers brushing your cheek, the way he used to whisper “sweet thing” in that soft rasp of his when he thought you were asleep. Your brain conjures him too easily.

But the knock comes again, firmer this time.

“Y/N, I… I think this is the place. You never told me your address, but I remember you said your curtains were blue. And you like to sleep near sunrises.”

You don’t move.

He’s not real. He can’t be real.

“I know it’s been a while,” he says, muffled behind the door. “I shouldn’t have left last time. You said I couldn’t keep fading in and out of your life like smoke. And you were right.”

You blink. Stare down at your hands. They’re trembling.

"I tried to give you space, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how you’d look at me like I was still alive. Like I was more than a memory.”

Silence.

“I miss you. So much.”

You stand before you know why. The blanket slumps to the floor.

Each step to the door feels like walking underwater. You unlock the latch with fingers that barely work, and pull the door open.

There he is.

Ghostbur.

His hair is still that mess of soft curls. His cheeks pale, faintly glowing. Blue in his hands. Wilbur’s blue. That same sheep he’d carried in and out of places like a talisman, offering comfort in a world that never quite felt real to him anymore.

And his eyes—

God.

His eyes find yours, and they widen.

“Oh.”

You realize then: you look like shit. Still in yesterday’s clothes. Hair unwashed. Face blotchy from crying you barely noticed.

You open your mouth to say something. Anything. But your throat closes up.

Ghostbur moves before you can stop him.

Arms around your waist. Forehead pressing gently to yours.

“I got here too late, didn’t I?” he whispers. “You’ve been hurting so long.”

A choked sound leaves you—something between a laugh and a sob. “You always did have terrible timing.”

He smiles. “I’m still trying.”

You let yourself fall into him then. Sink into the cold comfort of his ghostly arms. He smells like morning dew and old books. Familiar. Like home.

His hand cups your cheek, gently, reverently. “Sweet thing,” he says. “Let me stay this time. Let me help.”

You want to tell him you’re not worth the effort. That it’s not his job to fix you.

But instead, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and whisper, “Okay.”

Just okay. But it's enough.

Later, he makes you breakfast. Not good breakfast. Ghostbur can’t cook. The eggs are burnt and he forgets the toast in the oven.

You eat it anyway. Sitting next to him on the floor, wrapped in your old blanket.

And for the first time in weeks, you feel warm again.

Not fixed. Not healed. Just... not alone.

And that’s a start.

[justpuppylove]

thinking about Ghostbur being a little painslut & he’s just begging his partner to hurt him, squirming on the bed and he’s begging them to bite him, scratch him, fuck him harder, and he’s so sweet and innocent normally that even like this, his partner’s reluctant to hurt him, bc they’d be hurting Ghostbur.

but fuck bc the way he’s begging for it is addictive, and the way he gasps and whimpers and begs for more after they slap him— fuck. & he’s such a little fucking painslut too, they almost wonder how much pain he can take and enjoy.

bc every time they bite him, he begs them to bite harder, and he looks so fucking blissed out like this right now, teeth sinking into his skin, neck straining with how hard his hair is getting pulled, and nipples getting pinched.

tears are rolling down his face even as he begs for more, his voice high pitched and shaky between his sobs, and fuck the way he begs “please, more” is just so fucking pretty they can’t resist

Ghostbur smut

Sub!Ghostbur with g/n Dom!reader

Kinks: pain kink, spit, slight degrading/praising

Ghostbur is such a sweet boy, the complete opposite of Alivebur. Ghostbur is so gentle with you and he loves bottoming for you, he’s just such a wholesome soul that it’s hard to see yourself being too rough with him.

You’re sat reading a book as ghostbur approaches you, looking down at you and your book. He sits down beside you and you move over onto his lap and continue reading. He places his chin onto your neck and you can feel his heavy breath on your skin, he kisses your neck which sends shivers up your body. “What do you think you’re doing?” You say turning around to face the taller boy. “Nothing..” the curly haired boy responds avoiding eye contact. “If you needed me you just had to say so pretty boy” you say as you guide your hand up his thigh and unbutton his pants, making him whine. You take his pants off but keep his underwear on as you grind on his lap fully clothed. You could feel his length through your clothes as you leave hickeys on his neck. Although the boy was much taller than you, you could feel him shrink under you as he whined your name. “What’s wrong baby?” You say in a teasing tone while continuing to grind on him, “please be rough with me” he said whimpering. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t shock you, Ghostbur wanted you to be rough with him? Your ghostbur? “I don’t want to hurt you darling” you said genuinely concerned, until he started begging. “Please~ I need it so bad, please make me feel good” he whined, looking in your eyes. Of course you’d make your boy feel good.

You bit into his neck while bouncing up and down on his length. You barely bit down, “harder please~” he moaned out. “Is this really what you want?” You asked to make sure, he violently nods his head yes. You bite into his neck just enough to draw blood and you feel him buck his hips into you while letting out a load moan. “Fuck darling” he says as he fucks into you. You pull on his hair, “open your mouth slut”. He immediately does as he’s told and opens his mouth for you. You spit into his mouth and watch as he swallows, you could feel him speed up his pace and this was your signal he was going to cum soon. You slap his face before continuing to bite and suck at his neck. “Such a good boy for me” you whisper into his ear before pulling roughly at his hair, that was the last thing he needed “Can I please cum for you baby” he begs while holding onto your waist. “Mmm~~” you say teasingly like your thinking about his question, this was clearly not the reaction he wanted because he immediately started begging for you to let him cum. “Please, please, please, I’ve been so good” he says with tears swelling up in his eyes. “Okay love, cum with me.” You say finally giving in, he did not waste any time to do as he was told. He slammed into you a few more times before he came inside of you. You pulled his hair roughly as you reached your climax as well.

You both were panting for a while, trying to catch your breath while coming down from your highs. Afterwards, you cleaned each other up and you littered soft kisses over all of the marks you made. You both whispered ‘I love you’s into each other’s ears as you both continued reading your book together.

[may be a bit different than the request but I hope it’s still good :D ]

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Protectbur HC's

A/n: Protectbur is just something I call a very protective C!Wilbur. Maybe it'll catch on after this who knows 💅

Summary: Situationns where some of the -Bur variants get a little protective 🤍

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Vilbur

"Alright Wil, I'm going to Manberg to see Niki."

"Woah woah woah what? No you're not!"

"Wil it's just to see Niki. She's on our side, besides Schlatt isn't even around right now."

"I don't care! You're gonna stay right here where I can see you."

gets very worked up over little things like this

Going out to hunt, mining trips, etc. He doesn't want you accidentally finding one of his detonation sites or setting one off

Mostly his own paranoia rather than him actually trying to protect you

Revivebur

You'd be chatting with Quackity in Las Nevadas or just outside and Wilbur would spot you guys. Him being Quackity's nemesis and your lover would definitely create some immense tension

"Stay the fuck away from Y/N you two-bit capitalist."

"They came to see me!"

"They would never. They know you're a wanker, and a bloody liar. Stay away from them or you'll lose your other fucking eye got it?"

Very violent. Very unhinged

Phantombur

Fancy boi losing his shit? Don't mind if I do 💅

I don't really know the lore in Origins but I know that Fragrance Man is supposed to be sort of a creepy guy and I know there's something with Evilza so I'm looking into it. For now we're just using Fragrance bc we love Schlatt as a villain.

"Mind letting me go?"

"No no no, you smell strange. I need you to come with me so I can investigate."

Basically he'd try and kidnap you and guess what it's dusk so your boyfriend comes swooping from the shadows with a warning shot.

"Where the fuck did the arrow come from?!"

"Where do you think Arachnid?" Phantombur would reveal himself very dramatically and have an arrow notched already pointing over your shoulder into Fragrance Man's throat

"Hey now, no need to get violent there Wilbur."

"What the fuck were you doing with my darling huh Fragrance Man? Care to explain?"

Very menacing, especially with the green eyes glowing and the unfiltered rage

We love a spooky bitch

Simpbur

Obviously he's here. It wouldn't be a protection hc without our favorite yandere-ish variant

"I will blow your fuckin head off if you don't back the FUCK up right now."

Kind of a combination of Vilbur and Revivbur. Very violent and loud and commanding despite his usual background personality

Scares people off very easily with his height and anger. The first time he protected you you didn't know who he was

"Thanks and all but who are you?!"

"Wil Soot. Wilbur really, at your service."

Very formal despite his hammering heart. Kind of had been a stalker for a while so he knew very well how to make you smile

He landed a date with you after this so all's well that ends well...

It didn't end well for the guy that was harassing you to say the least

Ghostbur

Oh...you didn't think ol' Ghostbur could get protective did you? Never underestimate me my dears

"Y/N watch out!" Someone would try and warn you but be a little too late. Well they would anyways. Ghostbur's never late for his darling

"Didn't anyone tell you to stay away from things that aren't yours?"

Very smiley while he tends off whoever tried to harm you. This is the first time he's wielded a sword since he died so you'll have to pardon his disheveled appearance once he's done

"Are you alright?"

"Yea Ghostbur, I-I'm okay now. Thanks."

"Anytime darling."

Huffy puffy Ghosts Boy but he's smiling like a fool now that you're safe

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