HAIIII GANG :3 my name is silas or sil and i write wilbur soot fics!
‼️➡️ WSS I AM WSS!!! I DO NOT BELIEVE WILBUR SOOT IS AN EVIL RAPIST GROOMER PEDOPHILE!!! IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!! ⬅️‼️
dni if you are: maga, transphobic, homophobic, racist, zionist!
i will write any request as long as it does not include:
- rape
- incest (stepfather/stepchild fics are okay as long as they are both of age)
- scat
- pedophilia (college professor/student fics are okay, high school and lower is a no no)
all short blurbs are under the tag #wilb blurbs
i will talk A LOT under the tag #silas talks and talks and talks
do any of you see me as a wilbur tumblr smut celebrity. do i ever post and then you go OMG ITS SILAS!!!! i have like three wilbur tumblr smut celebrities whom i tweak out if they like my fics
and WHEN will i be loved without being lusted over gang 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️✌🏻 is it too much to ask for some affection that isnt just when you see my body ‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️
tw—nsfw, some parts suggestive, he’s so mean sry (im not)
mean!wilbur who knows you like it. that’s what makes him even worse! the first time you don’t pull away when he says something a little too harsh, his eyes narrow slightly and he tilts his head at you, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, “you’re not even gonna argue?” and when you just look at him like that—soft, a little hurt, but also in awe—he exhales through his nose and mutters, “you like that, huh?”
mean!wilbur who leans into it after that. his voice gets quieter when he’s mean. serious with a hint of faux tenderness—was he really being mean if his voice sounded so sweet? “you like when i talk to you like this, don’t you?” and he doesn’t wait for an answer. he just tilts your head so you have to look at him. he’d run his thumb over your bottom lip, sometimes dipping it into your mouth. you’d always swirl your tongue around him in response, doe-eyed and everything. “yeah… s’what i thought sweet thing.”
mean!wilbur who will pick at your insecurities in a way that feels too... personal. it’s never enough to break you, but it’s just enough to tighten your chest. “always so desperate for attention… it’s embarrassing.” but his thumb is tracing your jaw while he says it. he’s studying your reaction. and when your thighs shift tighter together, of course he notices! his free hand always wanders its way down to your panties where he circles slow, deliberate strokes against your clit. you only shudder in response. “this the kind of attention you need babydoll?”
mean!wilbur who when your eyes start watering, he goes still. he watches you with a deep intent. there’s something almost unfair about how soft his expression gets compared to his words. “there it is…”
mean!wilbur who scoffs, “don’t hide it. i wanna see.” so you lean into him when he’s like that, and it messes with him more than he’d admit. the tears didn’t mean you were shrinking—just surrendering yourself to it. he’ll let out a low, almost irritated sigh. like he’s annoyed you’ve figured him out. all the ways he likes to play with you. “gonna make me worse, you know that?”
mean!wilbur who gets colder. he’s less teasing, more cut-throat. you’re smarter than the others, and maybe that’s why he can’t walk away from you. “stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing, love…you push and push and then look at me like that—what’d you expect dear?”
mean!wilbur who loves to crowd your space, one hand always firm on your jaw or waist. he holds you in place while he talks down to you. it’s not out of control—he’s very in control. maybe that’s the problem. sometimes he can’t help himself, you just look so pretty. you’re something for him to take, and he loves it. when he’s got his two long, calloused fingers inside of you, his body pressed close to yours, something inside of him snaps. you look so helpless below him almost crushed beneath his weight. “so pathetic baby, y’know that?”
mean!wilbur who if you decide to get bratty back or mouth off when he’s already in a mood, he just smiles at you slyly—but it isn’t nice. is it ever? “oh, now you’ve got something to say?” a quiet laugh under his breath “careful. you’re not gonna like how it ends.”
mean!wilbur who loves leaving reminders when he’s like this. nothing obvious but just enough that you’ll feel it later and think of him. his most favorite recent spot is just below your collarbone! he loves sucking hard enough to hear your skin pop, accompanied by his sharp canines biting down—harsh. a fresh, purple-blue mark would always appear, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t admire them in the mirror when he was away.
mean!wilbur who when you don’t pull away after, it gets to him. because you never do. even when your eyes are glassy and your voice is small, you stay close. he’ll look at you like he’s trying to figure out whether he should feel guilty or possessive. and usually, it always lands on possessive. “you’re so…” he stops, jaw tightening. “you let me get away with too much, darling.”
mean!wilbur whose hand will soften. always. one sliding up into your hair, the other pulling you against him. he holds you there like he doesn’t trust you not to disappear on him. they always did. his voice drops again, quieter than before, “and you still stay.” a pause. “…insane, or do you want me to keep going?” but if you admit you liked it—even just a little—he exhales. “you’re unbelievable.” but he pulls you closer when he says it.
mean!wilbur who will always make up for it in the end, just not in the way most would expect. no big apologies or dramatic softness. it didn’t need to be that way. he’d tend to linger. he’d touch you more gentler than before, like he was recalibrating.
mean!wilbur who brushes his thumb under your eye, smirks just a little, and murmurs, “you’d tell me if it was too much… right?” you’d shift below him, your bare legs pressed against his under soft blankets. you didn’t answer.
idk super short cute wilbur soot fic where you get oh so sleepy around your boyfriend and he teases you for it and then cuddles you idk man i cant sleep
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everytime you were around wilbur, you got sleepy. you’d heard about the fact that people who are comfortable and in love with their partners get sleepy around them, but it was honestly a shock how you were barely able to keep your eyes open for longer than five hours around him.
“you won’t fall asleep on me tonight, right?” wilbur asks, a teasing grin on his face as he shuts the front door of his apartment behind him, watching you kick your shoes off. “no, i promise i won’t.” you scoff. and really, you’d try!
but god, his apartment was so warm and cozy, and he smelled so good.
in his bedroom was a newly set up tv (which he got for those nights you two wanted to cuddle in bed and watch a tv show that neither of you ended up paying attention to), his bedsheets freshly washed and some of your favorite snacks on the bedside table. you had snagged one of his sweaters from his closet, changing out of your own shirt and throwing his on.
it didn’t take long for you to get cozy under the bedsheets with him. you were propped up on your elbows, listening to him ramble on about some stuff that happened at a lovejoy rehearsal. you felt your eyelids getting heavy, but you pushed that feeling back as your laid your head on the pillow.
wilbur paused his story, looking down at you. “getting ready for bed, baby?” he asked, his lips twitching up into a smile. “no… just getting comfy…” you responded, crossing your arms against the pillow before resting your head against them. “i dunno… looks like you’re getting settled in for bed.” “nooo, wil… ‘m not…”
you were. god, you were. you were so warm, and wilbur’s voice was so soothing to your mind that never seemed to stop running about whatever your worry of the day was.
next to you, wilbur sat with his head propped up on his hand, holding his head up whilst laying on his side, watching as you fought the sleep that was desperately trying to overtake you. finally, your eyes closed for good, and wilbur could tell you were asleep.
“knew you’d fall asleep on me.” wilbur said, a smile on his face as he leaned over, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your face softly, watching as you succumb to sleep. oh well, he could finish his story later. he always loves to see you so peaceful.
All the threads about Chloe's or @/thequieteulogy because she was active here and everyone should be aware
My experience with her
Silas's/ @wilbslover experience with her
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I wasn't planning to talk about it but sadly she did a lot of awful things with minors such as talking about her s*xual life with them and manipulate a lot of minors into believing that she's close to Wilbur and shared the screenshots about s*xting him not just with me but with most of them and as an adult I should step up and talk about it
I'm sorry to everyone who had similar experiences specially the minors, this is disturbing and disgusting
hi guys!!! i am just making this post super quick because i want to clear something up.
recently, i wrote a fic with one of my old friends and posted it onto this app. it was accused of using ai. at first, i laughed at the thought because she was my friend and also claimed she was majoring in creative writing.
she has been exposed for continuous uses of ai, despite claiming she doesnt use it.
i want to make it clear that i do not use ai. i do NOT condone the use of ai, nor would i use it for my fics. the only form of ai i have ever used is character ai, and i stopped using that once i started writing fics on here again. i put so much time and effort into my fics and had i known that she used ai, i never would have put the fic out on my platform.
im so disappointed, especially considering i think that smut was the best smut ive written in quite a while.
she has also been exposed for flirting with minors, being racist, and following donald trump, charlie kirk and erika kirk, which i absolutely do not tolerate. i am very, VERY vocal about my distaste for this administration, especially towards donald trump. i love everybody from all backgrounds, no matter their skin color, social status, sexuality, and gender. i do NOT tolerate people who are racist, flirt with children (even if playful, you are an adult and absolutely should not flirt with minors), and who support the current administration in any way.
i was not aware of these behaviors because she did not act on them around me. to my knowledge, she was a very woke and loving person. had i known about these things, i would have stopped being her friend a long time ago.
i had personally cut her off because i was being lied to. she had gotten extremely close to a group of people who did not like me and were very vocal about that, and all i asked was if she was friends with them. she had told me no, she wasn’t friends with them and she was just spying. i knew she was lying because she would sit in discord calls with them every night, and i do not appreciate being lied to. on top of this, her and i had been friends for such a little time that i couldnt fully trust her words and couldnt trust that she wasnt spying on me for them. so, i unadded her on just about everything.
she had also tried to convince me that her and wilbur were much closer than they actually were (which i knew wasnt true from the start, but it was fun to play into). honestly, i couldnt fully tell if she was joking or if she truly thought i actually believed all of these things, but i most certainly did not. she lied about so many things to me that i lost my trust in her a while ago.
from this point forward, i will do much better on future fic collabs about making sure there is absolutely no ai used for them! the fic has since then been privated.
ai is horrible for the environment and as a writer, it should NEVER be used.
this is about chloe btw. she was @/deerbur03 on twitter, @/sidequestchlo on tiktok and @/thequieteulogy on here (account is deactivated now).
i wasnt going to namedrop but i also do not protect predators, even if we were once close. so, this post is about chloe, and anybody who is still close with her, i highly advise you separate yourself from her.
chloe is a pathological liar. she takes advantage of gullible people and is a hateful person. but honestly, what should be expected of a white girl from utah?
please, PLEASE stay safe if you are a minor. please befriend people your own age. dont trust adults who befriend you and speak inappropriately about people to you. they are not your friend.
hi guys!!! i am just making this post super quick because i want to clear something up.
recently, i wrote a fic with one of my old friends and posted it onto this app. it was accused of using ai. at first, i laughed at the thought because she was my friend and also claimed she was majoring in creative writing.
she has been exposed for continuous uses of ai, despite claiming she doesnt use it.
i want to make it clear that i do not use ai. i do NOT condone the use of ai, nor would i use it for my fics. the only form of ai i have ever used is character ai, and i stopped using that once i started writing fics on here again. i put so much time and effort into my fics and had i known that she used ai, i never would have put the fic out on my platform.
im so disappointed, especially considering i think that smut was the best smut ive written in quite a while.
she has also been exposed for flirting with minors, being racist, and following donald trump, charlie kirk and erika kirk, which i absolutely do not tolerate. i am very, VERY vocal about my distaste for this administration, especially towards donald trump. i love everybody from all backgrounds, no matter their skin color, social status, sexuality, and gender. i do NOT tolerate people who are racist, flirt with children (even if playful, you are an adult and absolutely should not flirt with minors), and who support the current administration in any way.
i was not aware of these behaviors because she did not act on them around me. to my knowledge, she was a very woke and loving person. had i known about these things, i would have stopped being her friend a long time ago.
i had personally cut her off because i was being lied to. she had gotten extremely close to a group of people who did not like me and were very vocal about that, and all i asked was if she was friends with them. she had told me no, she wasn’t friends with them and she was just spying. i knew she was lying because she would sit in discord calls with them every night, and i do not appreciate being lied to. on top of this, her and i had been friends for such a little time that i couldnt fully trust her words and couldnt trust that she wasnt spying on me for them. so, i unadded her on just about everything.
she had also tried to convince me that her and wilbur were much closer than they actually were (which i knew wasnt true from the start, but it was fun to play into). honestly, i couldnt fully tell if she was joking or if she truly thought i actually believed all of these things, but i most certainly did not. she lied about so many things to me that i lost my trust in her a while ago.
from this point forward, i will do much better on future fic collabs about making sure there is absolutely no ai used for them! the fic has since then been privated.
ai is horrible for the environment and as a writer, it should NEVER be used.
cw: sexual content, daddy issues, age gap, short and kinda maybe just a teensy-bit self indulgent
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-wilbur was older by ten years. you were just freshly an adult, and wilbur had some experience with his time.
-he’s so much taller compared to you. that alone makes you feel so safe around him.
-he calls you petnames that he knows will remind you of your father. “my little girl.” “sweetheart.” “my babygirl.”
-he gives you subtle praises because he knows they fluster you. “that’s my good girl.” “good job, sweetheart.” “you’re doing so good.”
-he doesn’t directly mention your issues with your dad, but he says things that remind you he’s taking care of you. “i’ve got you, sweetheart.” “let me handle that.” “don’t worry, babygirl.”
-he gives such fatherly advice. truly, he just wants what’s best for you. “i wouldn’t do that.” “don’t you want to stay home with me, where it’s safe?”
-during fights, he never yells. he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t namecall. he just remains silent until you fall crying into his arms.
-constant praise in bed. “you take it so good, sweet girl… just a little more, i know…”
-he encouraged you to get onto birth control; your life is hard enough. you don’t need a baby on top of that.
-missionary is your favorite because it makes you feel safe; his hands holding yours, his cock deep inside you and his soothing voice constantly reminding you that you’re his- that he isn’t going anywhere. “i’m here, sweetheart… fuck, i’m almost there, okay? my sweet girl… i love you.”
-you do whatever he asks of you in bed; you can’t risk losing him when he makes you feel so safe and loved.
-you cry a lot; you really can’t help it. especially not when that overwhelming fear runs through your veins that he’s gonna leave and you’ll be all alone again. he runs his hands through your hair, cooing to you softly. “shh, my sweet girl… i’m right here, i’m not going anywhere.”
-you need constant reassurance that he won’t do what your dad did. that he won’t corner you, or make you feel small and weak. that he’ll love you for who you are. “i love you so much, sweetheart. i’d never do anything like that to you. never ever ever.” he says while holding your face, kissing your lips.
-everynight is spent curled up in his arms. and in some sick way, you imagine he’s your father. the age difference didn’t bother you, no. in fact, it comforted you.
this fic just hit 300 likes omg thank you guys so much i really appreciate all of your luv and support for my work 🥹💗 i would luv to write more older boyfriend wilbur fics if anybody wanted to send requests in!
cw: sexual content, religious grooming/indoctrination, age gap
“i’ll be your father figure, i’ll drink that brown liquor, i can make deals with the devil because my dick’s bigger.”
author’s note: inspired by father figure - taylor swift. i am so hyperfixated on pastor gold it isnt even funnyyyyy (averie read this first!)
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the passing of your grandmother was hard on you because she was your favorite person.
you weren’t christian, no. you weren’t religious. you didn’t believe in a ‘god’. you just believed that whatever happened happened.
but your grandmother? god, she was the biggest christian you’d ever known. she would often speak about this certain pastor, and would often watch vhs tapes of sermons, of how ‘turning to god will heal you’. you thought it was a bunch of bullshit, but she was so goddamn passionate about it.
unfortunately, she had fallen ill and was stuck in the hospital for months. and when she finally passed away, nobody was willing to clean out her home. so, you gathered the courage to do so.
in her living room, as you were boxing up her things to be sold, you found her vhs tapes. and there, you saw that fucker’s face. a disgusting orange tint to his skin, similar to the skin of an alcoholic, only darker. his hair was a brown bob, but somehow, it didn’t look too shabby on him.
and you were curious; was this tape going to be as insufferable as you remember it being? well, only watching it another time would be able to determine it.
and so, in your little apartment did you put the tape in, and you watched. on your television was that man from before.
pastor gold spoke so damn passionately about christianity. about turning to religion to change your life around. about how god will repent any sin if you believe. how prayer helps you sleep better at night. and honestly? you just needed a bit of your grandmother back.
it was rare that pastor gold held an in person sermon, but albeit, you found yourself there. you sat in the pew, front row. and he was moving almost animatronic-like; like a programmed robot who was taught to only preach the lord.
but honestly? you didn’t listen much. you couldn’t, because this isn’t what you stood for. and even being here didn’t feel right. it wasn’t comforting or a great reminder of your grandmother at all. there was something so… wrong.
the sermon ended, and people piled out. but you stayed; not by your own volition, but because you found yourself frozen in the pew. you heard the sound of heavy shoes in the church, and then you saw a pair of blue velvet suit pants stopped in front of you. you slowly lifted your head- and there he was. that dark orange skin, the brown hair, and an intense stare.
“you look lost, child.” he spoke, his voice soft as he bent down slightly to look at you better. “is something troubling you? are you having a hard time processing what was said?” he asks. your words grew stuck in your throat, but you managed to force them out. “…no… i’ll be going now.” you tried to stand up, but he sat you back down. “it’s alright. no rush. i’ll be here all night. talk to me, child.”
fuck no. that sounded like something you didn’t want to do, because he would go on and on and on about how god would save you and solve all of your problems. and right now? that was the last thing you needed.
“i don’t believe in god.” you tried to begin, but he interrupted immediately. “ahh, i see, child. that is your first problem. having faith in the lord will set you up for success. if you go through life believing that there is nothing after death, you’ll set yourself up for failure. you need to base your decisions off of morals. don’t you want to go to heaven?” he asks. “…i don’t believe in any of that.” “i can help you believe then, hm? how does that sound? give me one chance, and i promise i can change your mind.” he spoke, standing up straight again. hesitantly, you nodded your head.
“what’s been troubling you lately, child?” wilbur asks, kneeling down to be at your height. this is so stupid, you thought. how were you supposed to open up to a man whom you didn’t even know? why would you do that? but when you saw the expectant look on his face- something in you flipped. and then, you began talking.
“uh- my grandma died. and it’s just hard because she pretty much raised me. my mom worked a lot and my dad wasn’t really in my life. it’s just weird. i only came to get a reminder of her. she used to watch your sermons all the time. it’s like they brought her a sense of peace… or something.” you spoke. he hummed, nodding slowly. “she sounded like a lovely lady,” he began. “but you should never come to a sermon for nostalgia or memories of family. you should come because you want to. something must have brought you here.” he stood up, and he began speaking again. “the lord works in amazing ways. even if it hurts, sometimes it’s a pathway to believing- to prayer.”
and you weren’t sure what it was, but the way he said it? god, that was enough to make you believe.
“christianity is such a wonderful religion to believe in,” he walked over to his podium, grabbing his bible off. “many people speak ill of religion. they say it’s pointless to believe in a god that has no proof of existence, to believe in words printed on paper. they believe it’s immoral to believe. but this?” wilbur shook the bible. “this isn’t just words printed on paper. this isn’t immoral. nowhere in here does it say that we should discriminate against others for their orientation, race or gender. atheism is for people who see no future for themselves. but you? you’re here. you want something out of his, no? maybe a chance to change yourself?”
wilbur approached you again, setting the bible down in your lap. he brought his hands up to your shoulders. but upon feeling how strained your body was, he slowly ran his hands down before resting on your thighs, rubbing the inner skin softly. “why are you so tense, child?” he asks, squeezing your thighs gently.
fuck, his hands are so warm. you squirmed in your seat slightly, resisting the soft moan that wanted to pull from your throat. “ ‘m just nervous. i haven’t been able to relax.” you said instead. he hummed, leaning in closer to you. “you know what the wonderful thing is about the lord? if you repent enough, he’ll forgive you for your sins. and sometimes, you have to sin. for your own sanity.” he squeezed your plush thighs a little tighter. “everybody sins. even people like me.”
wilbur continued kneading your thighs, his long fingers applying more pressure. but he was dangerously close to your cunt; somewhere you wanted to beg him to touch. because if you can repent, then why can’t he touch you?
“i’ll take care of you, child.” he spoke. “you’re very lost. i want you to feel alright again. the lord will help you find a purpose.”
and for some reason, that promise made your throat burn. you look up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then back down at him. he nodded again and said, “i’ve got you. you’ll be alright under my care.”
you felt his finger brush your cunt through your shorts before moving up to your hip. “they say lust is a sin, but i don’t believe so. i don’t think it’s sinful to please yourself or others. if it is consensual and in a safe environment, then what is the problem? none. what do you think about lust?” he says, his eyes meeting yours. you gulp nervously. “i, um… i believe people should be able to do whatever they want… as long as it’s safe…” you murmured out, his thumbs rubbing your hipbones hard. “allow me to please you, child. this is what the lord would want; this is your first step into christianity.” and then, you nodded.
wilbur knelt down in front of you, spreading your thighs slightly as his hands went up to your chest, gently squeezing your breasts through your shirt. “some say masturbation is a sin too, but i don’t think so. if the lord didn’t want us to masturbate, then why would he make it feel good? it’s healthy for us. it relieves stress and it makes us happy.” he makes eye contact the entire time as he slides his slender fingers down to the zipper of your shorts, unzipping slowly. “hips up.” you complied, lifting your hips up so he could slide your shorts off. once they were on the floor, he leaned down and pressed his nose to your panties, inhaling deeply. “you’re so pure, darling.” he inhaled again, pressing a soft kiss to your clothed clit. he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, tugging them down from your hips.
your breath was so heavy; you were so fucking hot and bothered. his fingers spread your bare thighs, and he took in the sight of your cunt. “so beautiful, darling. don’t you think?” his fingers spread your lips apart, exposing your hole to the cool air and making you throb. he ran his finger over your slit, and you let out a soft whimper, biting the inside of your lip. when he felt how wet you were, he grinned. “how wonderful. you’re all ready. you need this bad, hm?” he says while gently pressing a finger inside. you gasped, covering your hand with your wrist.
and fuck, you really did. you had always fingered yourself, but to have somebody else finger you? it felt better than any pillow humping or fingering you ever did to yourself. and his long fingers made it even better.
“good girl.” he hummed, curling his finger against your spot. you spread your legs wider, your eyes squeezing shut. “p-pastor gold… wait-“ “shh, darling. i talk and you listen, okay?” he curls his fingers a little deeper, eliciting a moan of surprise out of you. you slowly nodded your head, sinking further down the pew. he spread your thighs wider, slowly pressing another finger in. you leaned your head back, crying out from the stretch.
“sometimes, god’s greatest sin is denying yourself this pleasure.” wilbur hummed, curling his fingers knuckle deep in your tight cunt. you gasped softly, squirming against the pew, unable to keep your eyes off of the man in front of you. “this is what god sent me for. this was my purpose. to make you believe, and to give you the pleasure we all need. enjoy it, child.” he says, his palm rubbing against your clit as he curled his fingers again. you cried out in pleasure, and he kissed your forehead softly. “i know, child. let it all out.”
your hands grabbed on tightly to his biceps, arching onto his fingers. “this is what the lord wants, baby. that’s it, let me touch you. let me make you feel good.” he leans down and licks your clit. “p-pastor gold!” you cry out, one of your hands tangling in his hair. he licked a long stripe from your slit to your clit, capturing it in his teeth and sucking. upon feeling how close you were, he pulled his head away.
“pleasure is such a lovely thing.” he says, pulling his fingers out. he lifted his wet fingers and presented them to you. “this? this is beautiful. this is life. suck, baby.” he pressed his fingers to your lips. you sucked his fingers clean, moaning softly and reveling in how he pushed the slender digits on your tongue. he removed his fingers from your mouth. “stay there.” he says, slowly unzipping the zipper on his suit jeans. he pushes them down enough to free his cock. he grabbed it in his hand, stepping closer to you.
“you’re so pure, sweetheart.” he rubbed his tip harshly against your wet clit, and you made eye contact with him. “this isn’t a sin. i’m making you a woman. this is what the lord wants; he wants me to take your virginity and make you a woman so you can have children.” he leaned down and spat on your pussy before sliding into you.
and fuck, his cock was so big. not so big it was painful, but as a virgin? he was fucking huge. you threw your head back and grabbed onto the edge of the pew, thighs shaking slightly. he lifted your shirt up over your stomach before resting a hot hand against your belly button, pushing slightly as he pushed in deep. “pastor gold! oh!” you cried out. his free hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look back up at him.
his eyes were big and brown; beautiful in the setting sunlight shining through the church windows. and you had gotten so lost that when he pulled out just to push back in, it had caught you by surprise.
his slow thrusts sent a surge of pleasure through your entire body. and with the added pressure on your belly? all you could focus on was the cock inside of you. “doesn’t that feel wonderful? that’s what happens when you let yourself relax. deriving yourself of pleasure will get you nowhere. feel that? me inside of you? you should feel this everytime you want to please yourself.” his hips finally met yours as he bottomed out. “feels so good…” you moaned, words slurred as you were drunk on his cock.
his thrusts grew harder, the pew creaking softly beneath you two. your eyes remained on his as he kept pleasing you, but then he leaned his head down to be closer. his lips brushed yours, and he spoke again. “you feel so good, darling… makes me wanna be a dad…” he confesses, connecting his lips to yours. “wanna make you a mummy… mmph, you feel so good…” he breathes heavily.
your thighs bounced with each thrust he gave, your hands grabbing onto his hair. “keep going… i’m so close…” you beg, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him closer. his long thumb strokes your clit, and he groaned. “that’s it, baby. let go. release for me.”
you felt a throb in your cunt as he thrusted, and it was only a matter of time before he pulled out, cumming on your pussy. his thumb continued rubbing your clit, and he breathed heavily, his hand still slowly stroking his cock. “c’mon, sweetheart. that’s it, there we go…” he says, watching as you cry out and cum, your hole fluttering as you leaked slick. “good girl… so good for your pastor.”
wilbur took a moment to recover before standing up, zipping his jeans back up. he helped you get your panties and shorts back on, but he held your hips.
“i’ll be here every evening, sweetheart.” he spoke. “let me take care of you. i’ll read the bible with you, we’ll do prayers, and we’ll fornicate. i promise, this will be good for you. understand?” he asks, tipping your head back and rubbing that same thumb from earlier along your lip. you nodded. “yes, i understand.” you say. “you’re my favorite girl. i’ll take care of you like your father should have. that’s a promise, sweetheart.”
and WHEN will i be loved without being lusted over gang 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️✌🏻 is it too much to ask for some affection that isnt just when you see my body ‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️
