im silas! im 19 years old and use they/she pronouns! im here to write wilbur soot fics and chat with people!
main is @silasluvsmusic
i lub wilbur soot, henry morris, sombr, artemas, nessa barrett, and pastor gold!
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i love getting requests on wilbur fics and will write them as long as they do not contain the following!:
- rape, incest (stepcest is okay as long as they are both of age), scat, pedophilia
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i am an adult so minors please dni! there have been too many instances of minors interacting with nsfw content on this tumblr community especially! please be safe on the internet!
i love wilbur soot and am a proud wss! i do believe he abused shelby but i do not believe he is a groomer rapist pedophile! if this makes you uncomfortable please do not interact!
if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, xenophobic, maga, or generally hateful towards people based on their skin color, race, ethnicity, gender or sexual orientation then do NOT interact, this is NOT a safe space for you.
hear me out guys what about an alternate universe where pastor gold is actually a vampire and he ‘baptizes’ people by having sex and biting into their neck so his fang mark is on them forever 🤤🤤
hear me out guys what about an alternate universe where pastor gold is actually a vampire and he ‘baptizes’ people by having sex and biting into their neck so his fang mark is on them forever 🤤🤤
hear me out guys what about an alternate universe where pastor gold is actually a vampire and he ‘baptizes’ people by having sex and biting into their neck so his fang mark is on them forever 🤤🤤
hi guys sorry no fic yet BUT i just made a personal blog that ANY of you can follow if interested and if you actually gaf about my life outside of wilbur fics…… it is @silasluvsmusic but you do not have to follow if you dont want to… i just thought i would throw that out there in case you did want to follow 👀 anyway i am working on a wilbur fic so fingers crossed it will be done soon 🤞🏻
hi im kinda new to tumblr so im a bit embarrassed but i really like your older boyfriend wilbur fics!! Hope you’ll make more! 🥹
THANK YOUUUU ANON 🥹💗 youre in luck because the fic im posting next is actually an older boyfriend wilbur fic! keep an eye out, if i can stay motivated it will be out soon 🙏🏻
somewhere warm to sleep (and you moaning in your sleep)
fwb!wilbur x fem!reader
cw: sexual content, somnophilia, angst if you squint
author’s note: im back! i apologize for my unexpected hiatus. things have been really difficult for me but im slowly getting my life back together! this is also rushed, it is 2:30am and i am exhausted and need to sleep
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you made a lot of noise in your sleep, so honestly, wilbur didn’t think much of it at first.
wilbur could always tell when you were dreaming- those nights he’d be wide awake but you were asleep against him, your lips twitching upwards into a small smile or your lips frowning, hands grabbing his arms when you were having a nightmare.
you’d stumbled over to wilbur’s place after work, tears in your eyes and exhaustion settling in your bones. you collapsed into his arms and you cried it all out, rambling to him about mean customers, how you spilled drinks all over your clothes that you had to wear for hours, how you felt sticky because it was humid in the restaurant you worked at.
after letting you use his shower, you’d come out wearing one of his big sweaters and a new pair of underwear that you’d brought weeks ago in case you ever needed them (and found them shoved into the back of his pants drawer in the dresser, he genuinely had no idea they were even there).
wilbur hasn’t slept all night. his eyes were exhausted, but his body refused to let him sleep. his arm was snug around you, the other tapping against his stomach through his worn out sweater (the same one you could tell he’d rot away in on those weeks it got hard to get out of bed and take care of himself or nights he simply couldn’t sleep).
wilbur could tell you were dreaming. your eyelids were fluttering, your lips were twitching up and your breathing was slightly heavier than normal.
but then he felt a slight rocking against his thigh. and the soft hums from your mouth were turning into quiet moans. he had to look down to make sure he wasn’t imagining this- but he wasn’t. and there you were, dead asleep, humping his thigh almost so carelessly.
wilbur wasn’t entirely sure what to do in this situation. you weren’t even giving him the ‘okay’ to do anything. in fact, you two had never been intimate. you guys enjoyed cuddling and watching movies. and he wouldn’t deny that he had thought about a moment like this before, or kissing along your neck while he fingered you, but now that it was happening… well, he froze up.
but that didn’t make him push you away. instead, he wanted you to keep going.
you adjusted so your hips moved quicker against his thigh, fingers trembling as they clutched his arms. and he pushed his thigh between your legs harder. you let out a tiny squeak, and he could feel your cunt throbbing. and all he could do was hold you closer, helping you get closer and closer to your finish.
and there it was… your hips spasming, mouth open and hole fluttering. wilbur felt his dick grow hard as you came on his clothed thigh, and before he could hide it from you, your eyes slowly fluttered open.
fuck… fuck.
it took you a few seconds to gage your surroundings, hips still rocking just barely, eyes sore from sleep and lips slightly puffed out. but the wet patch in your underwear caught your attention, and when you pulled back on his thigh and looked down, you saw the wet patch… and it clicked in your head.
“oh… i’m- uh… i’m so sorry…” you said, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “don’t… don’t even worry… uh… it was kind of hot.” wilbur admitted, gulping nervously as he helped you off of his thigh, rolling over to hide his hard dick from you.
but you noticed.
“wilbur…” you spoke out softly, laying on your back. “yeah?” he asked. “have you ever… i don’t know. thought about us?” he paused for a second at your question. “yeah, i mean, i’m thinking about you all the time.” “no, i mean… like, us fucking.” you inquired. he bit his lip, deciding what the right answer was. “uh… yeah. i suppose. maybe a couple times. why do you ask?” “i… i don’t know. i wanna try it… i think we can do that, right?” you watched wilbur roll over, his bulge visible to you now. “i guess… yeah. i mean, why not?” he suggested nervously, crawling closer to you, shaking fingers hesitantly slipping into the waistband of your underwear and sliding them down.
your underwear dangled from your ankle, eyes on wilbur as he untied the string on his pajama pants and slowly pushed them down, his dick hard and the tip wet. “so, uh… do y’wanna do this facing eachother or… or you facing the other way…” he asked. “uh… i’ll face the other way…” you responded, turning over in the bed, hesitantly spreading your knees and arching your hips up. wilbur felt his breath hitch in his throat before coming closer, taking his dick into his hand and testing your hole by pushing his tip in and out. he almost moaned from how wet you felt.
“are you, uh… ready? o-or do you need a minute?” he questioned. “no, ‘m fine…” you assured. slowly, he pushed in, a soft gasp escaping his lips. you quickly shoved your face into the pillow, face hot with embarrassment from how fucking good this felt, but also at how big he was. wilbur wasn’t grotesquely big, but he certainly wasn’t small either. he was filling you so nicely, and all you could do was lay there and take it.
“ahh… wow…” wilbur breathed out, a huff of air coming from his mouth as he bottomed out, one hand on your back and the other holding his shirt up so it didn’t get wet. he stayed there for a moment, making your hole flutter from how full it felt. his hips shifted, his dick dragging in and out of you slowly. your hands grabbed onto the pillow below your head as you reveled in this feeling. fuck, you haven’t been laid in so long.
it was almost involuntary when your hips began moving back against his, begging for more. wilbur took the hint, hips moving steadily. he wasn’t sure if he was gonna last long… but honestly, you couldn’t even complain if he did cum fast.
the pleasure shot through your stomach over and over. you felt your thighs growing sore, threatening to give out. his hips pressed against your ass so nicely everytime he bottomed out. and this is exactly how you pictured it everytime you did- on his bed, him fucking you from the back.
it was hard for you to move, and in all honesty you had no desire to, because he was hitting the right spots. he sure seemed to know what he was doing; and on any other day, you’d feel jealous at the thought of him doing this with other girls, but right now, all you could focus on was his dick in you.
wilbur’s hips moved with more urgency, it was obvious he was close to cumming. his hands pushed down against your back, soft whimpers leaving his lips. his eyes were softly closed and he finally opened his mouth to speak. “fuck… fuck… ‘m gonna cum… ah-“ he gasped out, quickly stilling in you as he came. he thrusted a couple more times before slowly pulling out, his dick slapping against your back once. he sat back onto his knees, releasing his grip on your back as he breathed shakily.
“ahh- shit, did you not cum?” he asked. “no, not really.” you admitted, resting your sore legs down onto the bed. “oh- sorry…” he responded sheepishly. hesitantly, he reached a hand down and pushed it into you, curling his fingers on your spot again. you spread your knees for him, moaning softly into the pillow below you. you felt the pleasure rise in your stomach again, and it didn’t take long for you to be a shaking mess on his fingers.
finally, you came, legs trembling and moans shaking into the pillow. slowly, he pulled his fingers out, wiped them with a tissue, and laid next to your sore form. he wrapped an arm around you.
“doing alright?” wilbur asked, his eyes half lidded with sleep, but clearly still wanting to stay up and talk to you. “yeah… but, uh… what does this make us?” you questioned. wilbur’s eyes softened, his eyes seeming almost guilty. “well… right now isn’t really the time for this discussion, no?” he said. you frowned at him, but he was right… it was three in the morning and the both of you were struggling to stay awake. “i suppose not…”
you both fell asleep around the same time, but all you could dream about was wilbur and all of the possibilities that would come if the both of you weren’t afraid of taking this any further. and if it weren’t for how warm his arms were when you woke up again, you would have woken up disappointed. instead, you reveled in how good this felt, even if that dreaded talk awaited you two in the morning.
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
