I Want To Take This Moment To Appreciate The Way That The Actors Say Their Lines In Such Comedic Ways

guys should I publish longer fics instead of just silly little ones??

I haven't had time to write a ton of longer stuff lately but I'm wondering what you guys want to see (I say this as if 90% of my writing isn't just what I like 💔)

anyways here's a picture I found on pinterest that literally made my head explode

if I can't fix him I might as well fuck him 💔

if anyone would get it. i think it’s you. and i just gotta say wilson would be SO expressive during sex. just watching the show, he’s always wearing how he feels. sex would not be an exception

YES YES YES I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS HE IS SOOO EXPRESSIVE

to start, his eyes tell the entire story before he even starts talking. like those puppy dog eyes he gives you when he's upset. ugh I NEED him.

back to the goon ofc. I imagine him being a big pleaser. like he ALWAYS wants to get you off first. you're his priority, after all. he'd be eating you out and stare up at you with those boba brown eyes (I feel like I stole this description from someone and if I did I'm so sorry) while he eats you like a man starved.

the whole time this is happening you can't tell who's moaning more. he's lapping at your clit and moaning like a bitch. it's pathetic, and so so so hot. (he's more subby expressive in my mind but I absolutely adore dom wilson and I have so many headcannons for him lmk if I should post them)

imagine you're sucking his dick and he's doing his best to be quiet but he just can't. he's repeating your name like a prayer. "fuck, that's my good girl" would be a common phrase from him.

however, in my perv wilson world he'd be very rough with you. it would be the one time he lets his sweet, caring mask slip. seeing you oh so willing to do what he wants turns him on beyond belief. he's in love with you and CANNOT be normal about it. he sees how sweet you are and it just makes him want to ruin. he's pulling your hair, choking you, tying you up, anything his depraved mind wants. (he's a freak and there's so much more than this)

also the idea of him coming home and just being a mess for you, he's begging to fuck you, or eat you out. anything with you, he NEEDS it. he needs YOU.

when you guys are fucking his eyes are literally rolling back, he's moaning like he's in a porno, and he's fucking you relentlessly. he never shuts up. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL. he praises you and makes sure you know how good you make him feel. tells you how beautiful you look while he absolutely destroys you. it gives you whiplash, his soft words mixed with his brutal pace.

this does not discredit how much of a freak he is. he'd text you to meet him in his office for lunch and then have you bent over his desk 10 minutes later. he's doing his best to be quiet and shoving his fingers in yours to shut you up. he'd call you a slut for showing up, and he'd mention how you know that he loves seeing you like this. he's raking his eyes over you, enjoying the mess he's made of you right in his office. he'd whisper in your ear that you need to be his good girl and be quiet, he'd mention that if you get too loud house might be able to hear you through the wall, they're thin after all. this just makes you moan louder. causing him to shove his fingers further down your throat, enjoying the way you gag, just like you do on his cock.

if this wasn't the response you expected I tend to get carried away just send the ask again and I can change it up

I hope you enjoy!!

nothing else needed, point blank, i love it

i want to fuck wilson

need the world to know how much it means to me when james wilson wears his cozy clothes

Dress Dilemma

James Wilson x Reader

No Smut

948 words

Please leave any feedback in the comments I live for validation (and critiques)

“Honey are you almost ready?” I hear James’ voice carry up the stairs.

“Uhm… almost!” I yell back as I try to zip my dress yet again, rather unsuccessfully.

I hear James’ footsteps as he makes his way up the stairs. I take a deep breath as he enters our bedroom, his eyes raking over me.

“You…look…breathtaking…” He says with blown pupils as a goofy smile makes its way onto his face.

I blush at the attention, 3 years later and the way James looks at me never fails to make my cheeks red. “Could you help me with my dress, dear?” I ask him sweetly, turning so my back, and the zipper are now facing him.

He walks over to me slowly. His fingers delicately caress the fabric. “Is this dress new?” He asks softly as he clips the top of the zipper. I nod as I suck in, making it a little easier for him to zip the dress. “It’s from House of CB, I picked it up when I was in London for a conference.”

He zips the dress slowly, I feel his eyes following the zipper up my back. My skin heats under his gaze. “It looks amazing on you, and hugs your hips perfectly. God, you’re gorgeous…” He mutters as he places his hands on my hips, turning me to face him. “I cannot wait to take that off of you tonight.” He whispers before moving his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my throat. I moan softly as he does.

“Who says you’ll be taking it off of me, Dr. Wilson?” I question him teasingly, using his title to drive him a little more mad. He groans against my skin, now sucking gently at my exposed collarbones. “That rock on your hand says it for me…” He mutters cockily as smirk forms on his lips.

He grabs my left hand, making tantalizing eye contact as he delicately brings my fingers to his lips. “3.5 carat, princess cut, near-perfect clarity, all for my perfect girl.” I blush as he describes my ring and compliments me. Marrying a doctor definitely has its perks, but marrying a head of oncology who’s 10 years older than you comes with even more.

“I’m living a dream, do you know that?” I smile as his fingers graze my chin, tilting my head up to meet his curious gaze. “Oh? Why’s that, honey?” He flashes me a knowing smile as his head cocks to the side, teasing further. “Oh, I don’t know. maybe it’s my perfect ring, maybe it’s my perfect life, maybe it’s my perfect husband.” I place a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’m leaning towards the last one.”

James looks at me with possibly the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’ve ever seen. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” One hand settles on my cheek as the other finds my waist. I wrap my arms delicately around his neck as he leans down to kiss me. His lips find mine with ease, as they have so many times before. He kisses me softly as if my lips are the only thing grounding him.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. “We should get going, don’t want to be late for dinner.” He says with a sigh. I nod as I turn towards the mirror and start to adjust my dress. James steps behind me after a moment, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his head on my shoulder with a huff. “How are you so beautiful?” James asks as he gazes lovingly at me, his fingers dancing across the fabric of my dress.

I smile in response as I tease my curls. “I don’t know handsome, how are you so loving?” I tease as I turn to face him. I grab his chin and squish his cheeks. “I need to eat you up. You’re just too cute.” He blushes as a smile creeps onto his face. “What’s a cute girl like you doing with an old guy like me?” I laugh at his futile attempt at distracting me.

“What can I say I’m a sucker for an old man with a cute tie,” I say as I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. He groans into the kiss as his hand finds my throat, applying gentle pressure to the sides. I pull away briefly, much to my disdain. “Easy there, I don’t need any hand prints on my neck before dinner.” I joke as I leave a gentle kiss on his nose before walking over to my vanity.

“You’re no fun,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe I want House and Cuddy to know that you like having my hand wrapped around your throat. That you like when I-”

“James! That’s enough, we need to go.” I say with an eye roll as I stand up from my vanity and grab my clutch, trying desperately to pretend that his words didn’t have me soaked.

I glance in the mirror one last time before I leave. I adjust the strap of my dress when I notice a reddish-purple mark on my collarbone. I groan loudly as I turn to face James, who is sitting on the bed ‘innocently.’ “Did you have to leave a mark on me right before we leave for dinner with your colleagues?” I meet his gaze with daggers. He blushes as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oops…?” He says with a shrug of his shoulders, his big brown eyes melting whatever rush of anger I’d felt.

Oh. My. God.

be as off-putting as possible 🙏

stop playing it cool, just be passionate and intense and insane and whoever sticks around is meant for you

I always laugh at myself when I look at how I respond to asks vs how I write my regular fics

like I giggle everytime I work on a normal fic now

can someone send me a feral ask.. i want to write something absolutely fucking foul and disgusting about house or wilson thank you