I Am FERAL Over These I Can't Take This Anymore

Twink Robert Sean Leonard this, young Robert Sean Leonard that

Can we all just stop and appreciate older, mature Robert Sean Leonard with a beard. Fuck.

wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities

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!)

if tumblr deletes my drafts one more time I think my head is going to explode

WHY can I not post my own drafts 💔

tumblr please the asks need responses ☹️

if anyone knows how to fix this please lmk because it is driving me CRAZY

1.1k words, cunnilingus, stressed out jimmy

hungry, horned up, stressed wilson can only cope with messy pussy eating. even when he wants to take, he's actually giving. for someone whose an amalgam of neediness and want, he was never good at expressing it, but one day he just breaks down.

"i- i just really need you right now" he basically sighs his words into the emptied glass. a few drops of water trickle down his jaw and chin. the singular kitchen light illuminates his sheer neediness.

"aww baby, of course," you say, as you gesture him to your lap. some semblance of pride swells up in you. you're taking care of wilson. and not the other way round like he always insists. you're proud of him for admitting that he wants you, needs you, for the first time ever.

he rushes near you, opting for the empty spot on the floor beneath your legs rather than the one beside you. he clutches onto your legs like a raft at first. like he's drowning and youre the only thing keeping him afloat. something in your heart sinks seeing him like this. you smooth his soft brown hair, running your hair through his greying streaks. his puppy dog eyes, the gentleness in them.

he whimpers to your touch, nuzzling his face into your lap. shivers run down your back as the sound reverberates in your core. his hands run up and down your calves. you try scratching his back, his neck, his scalp with your nails. his hands start ascending up your legs, now grabbing handfuls of your thighs to knead and grope.

wilson shifts uncomfortably below you. you finally pay attention to his semi. seems a bit painful, honestly. some part of you just wants him to lose control. just this once. fuck whatever it is that bothered him so much into you with whatever energy he may have. god, you want him to use you so bad.

he starts planting wet, desperate kisses onto the inside of your thighs. you instinctively close your thighs around his head, chest heaving with this sudden wave of arousal flowing through you. as he works his way up, a small, almost inaudible "please" escapes his lips amidst the kisses. he's using more teeth now. you slowly stand up and let him undress your lower body. he takes off your shorts and panties in slow tugs and bundles them up to use as padding for his knees. he looks up at you, almost like he worships you, like you're some savior of his. something makes it hard for you to swallow.

wilson tugs you down onto the couch, maybe with a bit more force than he intended, really. his hot breathe makes your joints weak. thoughts of everything he's about to do make it feel like you've lost all control of your muscles.

"wet." he huffs the single syllable between your thighs like a caveman. "so wet."

remarkable observation.

that's all he can mutter out. the sight, the smell, the access; it all made him so hard it ached him. he yanks your cunt closer to his face and gives it a sloppy kiss. you writhe.

his tongue comes next, licking a cold strip on your heat. he buries his face in there, trying to savor your taste on his tongue before going at it again. he taste tests your cunt a couple of times to hear you groan.

but then an unknown devil possesses him. he moves the pace of his tongue from a gentle wine tasting to a rabid feast. god, this man was starved all of a sudden. you yelped in protest, he only moaned into you as a response. every beat resonating through you. he laps you up, tongue reaching front to back and prodding deep inside your hole.

"oh baby, james- i- slower-"

his lips only suckle at your bundle of nerves. your eyes now overflow with tears of burning desire. werent you supposed to help him relax? his nose presses against the hood of your clit, jittering with his exhales that seemed to shake through his jaws too. he was really panting like a dog. all you could do was moan in desperation, your volcanic orgasm burning inside your core, waiting to erupt.

"need it. need you. thank fuck-" he groans into your pussy.

and then he does it. his iron grip on your thigh loosens as he brings his fingers perilously close to your cunt. james- cant- please baby, please rang through you. his sucking, licking and teasing rendered you incapable of putting out any cohesive sentences. you could simply beg. beg for an out, a release to tension building inside of you. his other hand is gone from your thighs too, moved down south to take care of the leaking tent in his office pants.

his little moans leaking out of his pretty lips, coupled with the two fingers inside you and the ever-steady tongue... oh you were about to explode.

"i'm so close, baby, fuckkk- i- i- please keep- ahhh"

a rush flowed through you. you tensed for a moment on his tongue. his fingers. then your spine decompressed. you let go. this felt so good, he felt so good. everything he did.

you tugged on his hair hard. he looked up. what a sight.

his eyes... bit glossy, much like his lips. you could kill him in this moment and he'd thank you, maybe even ask you to do it all over again. his jaw tensed. he looked up at you with an innocence you wouldn't expect from a man who still had two fingers inside you, you slick covering his lips like gloss. he licked them. as much as he hated you for pulling him back to reality in this moment, he could only stare at your flushed face, thanking him for his hard work between your legs with huffs and pants.

a stupid smile tugs at the corners of his glistening mouth. cocky. you like cocky. after all he deserves to feel this way after how he made you feel. he spills his seed in his pants. all after seeing your mouth wide open, cheeks flushed. he did that. he licks your taste off his fingers and wipes his jaw with his forearm. it drives you up the wall.

he gets up to clean you. you look at him with concern in your eyes for a second. is he okay? is this what he needed? certainly what you needed after those long nights being alone. he gets the tissues from the adjacent table.

"i- thank you"

you gape at him. did he just.... thank you?

i want to take this moment to appreciate the way that the actors say their lines in such comedic ways

hyperfixations are so embarrassing like nooo don’t look I have a crush. on this tv show

i HATE TWINK WILSON I HATE TWINK WILSON SO SO SO MUCH I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

There is something so beautiful and enticing about wilson without a jaw line

He looks like a beautiful woman from the renaissance

robert sean leonard doesn’t get enough love. that man is so hot. i need him carnally.