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Would anyone be interested in some House x reader x Wilson content??? I fear they're eating at my brain. House is whispering devious things through my ear and Wilson is doing nothing to stop him smh

mmm we share a love for perv wilson… i would love to hear more of your thoughts on him. ;)

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anon can we makeout instead? I'm not asking for a friend I asking for ME because we're too alike

YESSSS GIVE ME PERV WILSON ALL DAY HES SO UGHH

like this man is so so nasty in the bedroom and I LOVE it. I think that he would be very different in bed compared to his usual people pleasing, kind attitude. instead he would be mean and sadistic. he tell you that you're nothing but a slut for him, he'd made you cry, he'd slap you and then kiss your cheek because he's still himself in the end.

you're his release. his play thing. his toy. and let me tell you, he does NOT share. (house can be an exception on occasion) if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you mention one of your male coworkers, his jealousy goes insane. the best part about his jealousy is the way he fucks you after. he's rough, careless, and unforgiving. (he never loses his pleasure dom ways you're still going to cum atleast 3 times) he throws you around like you're weightless, he fucks your face until you're sure you're going to throw up. he'd leave the most disgusting hickeys on you, in places that are impossible to cover up. (house does more of this imo lmk if I should dedicate a post to him) he would make you beg for him, make you beg for him to touch you.

he loves how much you'll do for him. he thinks it's the hottest thing in the world. he'll buy you slutty outfits to wear around his friends, knowing that you’ll do anything he asks, just so he can show off what's his. (this led to a fun night with him and house)

if he had a bad day you better be waiting in bed when he gets home. because he has no mercy, taking all of his frustrations out on you. if you do something he doesn't think is appropriate, he'd be so mean that you'd cry while he fucks you. if you get too loud he'd shove his thumb in your mouth and tell you how much of a slut you are since you can't seem to shut up, how you must want everyone in the building to know what he's doing to you. (though I think he is a bit of an exhibitionist and he also wants everyone to know what he's doing to you, he gets off more on the control of forcing you to be quiet)

more on his exhibitionism, he'd love doing things to you in his office. that could be fingering you, eating you out, or fucking you. this all started with you sucking his dick in his office, under his desk while he was doing paperwork. it was amazing until house barged into his office, demanding to know why his door was locked and complaining that he was forced to use the balcony door. Wilson hadn't been thinking about locking that door since it never gets used. he starts to panic, knowing how house reads people, especially him. he glances back down at his paperwork, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. you continue to suck his dick despite his pulling of your hair. he swallows his moans with clenched teeth. house suddenly stops his sentence, turning his full attention to Wilson. "what's got you so flustered?" house says with a smirk before unlocking Wilson's door and hobbling down the hallway. for once, closing the door behind him.

he's so insecure, but it somehow adds to his appeal

okay 💌 anon I love you

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!!

ooooo good good!!!!! definitely expect some in ur inbox then. so — we know that wilson canonically has a somno kink… what are your thoughts? bc I haven’t been able to think about anything else but waking up to him taking me like that for months now…🫢 immediate need.

love, 💌

oh anon...you have no idea how much I love you

ANYWAYS I had no idea this was canon and am very very curious when we learn this (I can't find a clip or anything online)

I actually find this superrrr hot. I personally think that Wilson is an absolute FREAK. a perv for lack of better words. I can imagine him seeing you already asleep in bed when he gets home, another late night. it was a rough day, and wilson is simply craving release. he considers waking you up, but he doesn't want to bother his lover with his current frustrations. he grabs something to eat, and a beer. he finishes his food and weighs his options. he could wake you up and hope that you're not mad at him for disturbing you, not a great choice. he could jerk off, not terrible, but why would he use his hand when you're right there? lying innocently in your shared bed, he sighs at the sight. he remembers a long time ago when he'd mentioned waking you up with his tongue, he remembers the blush across your cheeks when he said it. it's not that different, he convinces himself as he begins to strip from his work clothes. sliding his blazer off and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. his tie had been undone since he arrived home, his dress shirt being the next thing to come off. sliding gently down his shoulders as it drops to the floor alongside his blazer and tie. he carelessly undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks. he glances at your sleeping form, imagining the things he'll do. he steps out of his slacks before walking over to the bed. you look stunning, so relaxed and comfortable. it's like you're drawing him in. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before trailing down to your neck. he resumes his kisses as he slides his boxers down. he gives himself a few lazy strokes before focusing his attention on you. he knows you're a heavy sleeper, and that his light kisses won't wake you. however, his fingers slipping inside your panties might be a bit more likely to wake you. his fingers slide between your folds, gently exploring before he pulls them back out. he sticks two of his fingers into his own mouth, coating them with saliva. he then pulls your panties to the side. his fingers delicately brush over your clit before he brings them lower, he slides one finger into you with ease. 'fuck' he whispers to himself. you clench around him involuntarily.

he opts to slide in a second finger, hoping to warm you up quickly. his fingers stretch you, as they always do. he feels your pussy getting more wet with each thrust of his fingers. he pulls them out quickly, his calm and collected mask slipping as he rubs your wetness across his cock. he strokes himself once more before rubbing his tip between your folds. he slowly begins to slide inside of you. he bites down on his knuckle to muffle his moans. he moves slowly as you clench around him again, still asleep. his pace speeds up slightly, he throws his head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. James attention is quickly on you. he tenses up instantly. 'why didn't I think of what happens if she wakes up' his mind races with a whirlwind of thoughts. he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding when you didn't stir. he resumes his thrusts into you at a brutal pace as he chases his high, taking the frustrations of his day out on you. you feel a familiar sensation in your stomach as you wake up. a tight, full feeling that causes waves of pleasure to wash over you. James had his eyes closed as he bites down on his finger, silencing his pathetic moans. he looks down at you a moment later, quickly realizing that you're awake. he freezes when he meets my eyes. you had joked about waking eachother up with head, but never expected something like this. "honey I didn't want to wake you I just-" before he can finish you cut him off. "don't stop now, I'm so close…" he cocks his head to the side with surprise and curiosity. "o-okay" he says hesitantly as he thrusts into you once more, his pace slower than before, more careful. "James, faster, please" are all the words you can muster as a coil tightens in your stomach. James increases his pace as his fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly as your orgasm crashes into you. you scream his name, a string of pornographic moans spill from your lips. James' pace begins to falter, his thrusts become erratic and inconsistant. he cums inside of you with a loud moan, the only coherent words being your name. he repeats it over and over as he rides out his orgasm, chest heaving as he pants erratically. he pulls out and collapses next to you. at first, you were apprehensive when you realized what was happening. but as you came to your senses you realized how hot it is that James came home and just had to have his way with you. James sits up, turning to face you as he places a kiss on your forehead, "thank you" he whispers into your temple as he kisses you again. you nod and rub his cheek affectionately. "im glad you got what you needed."

I love you 💌 anon and I hope you enjoy please feel free to send any other thoughts you have (this is my first time writing somno so any feedback is appreciated!)

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.

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