Hi I Love Love Your Writing!! Would You Write A Smut For James Wilson From House? Maybe Reader Is Working

hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!

ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33

clear your mind

omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job

the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.

“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.

“appendicitis?”

“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”

god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.

to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.

“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.

“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.

you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.

“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.

“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.

the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.

“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.

“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.

you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.

“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.

“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.

when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.

“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“what?”

“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.

your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.

“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”

“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.

“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.

you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.

“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.

he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.

“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.

you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.

as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.

“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.

his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.

james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.

james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.

“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”

before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.

Hi! So how would 141+ Alejandro & könig react to there fem y/n who has there love language be acts of service and giftgiving, and it’s kind of a people pleaser? Like to the point to where they will neglect their own needs to make sure that they are taken care of first?

no need to call me out pal… but i love this idea sm.

tags: just fluff + angst if you squint

simon ‘ghost’ riley. he’s never been in a relationship where he’s the one being spoiled. he’s barely spoiled anyone himself. when you buy him small things like a german shepherd keychain or a skull hat, it means everything to him. when he comes back from deployment and the house is clean and bath water is being ran for him. he’s never felt more appreciated. he also notices that you strictly take care of him only. not yourself. he steps in. you come home from work to see that dinner is already made and the laundry is nicely folded on your dresser. you pull him into a tight hug and place a chaste kiss on his lips. muttering small ‘thank you’s’ over and over.

johnny ‘soap’ mavtavish. he lives for the gifts you get him. even if it’s something as small as a new pair of socks. he will cherish it until they disappear. he adores how sweet you are and how you always show him nothing but love. you make him feel like the luckiest man on earth even on his worst days. however he hates when you get caught up in only making him happy. what he’ll do is pamper you in your favorite things and whisper sweet praises in your ear to remind you how loved you truly are.

john price. thinks it’s cute how you’ll do anything to please him. he’ll sing praises in your ears in passing and lend a gentle touch as reassurance. he’s old fashioned so although he loves what you do for him, he feels like he should do a lot of the work in the relationship. he will never let you get the chance to not prioritize yourself. he will remind you in any way possible. verbally, over text, a sticky note on the fridge. anything.

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. sweetest man ever. every time you present something you bought him, he will go insane over it. peppers you in kisses and explains how it’s the best gift he’s ever received. he never fails to make you feel special, all in return for how special you make him feel. even when you’re feeling drained from giving your all, he reminds you that everything you do is appreciated.

alejandro vargas. loves when you offer to do simple house keeping chores. especially after a long deployment or just a bad day, it helps him relax so much when you go out of your way to make his environment comfortable. he won’t let you do too much work because he knows you sometimes get ahead of yourself and overwork yourself. so he’ll usher you to come cuddle up on the couch with him.

könig. the both of you are givers. he will come home with your favorite food just because. in return, you’ll give him a massage to loosen him up a bit. however sometimes the two of you become drained at the same time, and it results in a lot of big emotions. when that happens he’ll have the two of you sit together in eachother arms and just talk about everything and nothing.

i’m so normal about this

miks swears he’s sooooooo nonchalant when it comes to you when he’s literally ready to pounce on u any moment you guys get away from abby

sooooo true

he's surrounded by girls who swear they know better than him (they do) and most of the time, whenever you, vanessa, and abby are all in the same vicinity, as soon as you step away they're both all "you're so obsessed" "you've got hearts in your eyes". meanwhile, mike swears up and down that no, he's not obsessed he's just very appreciative. and actually, he's not even obvious about his true level of affection towards you.

but maybe there's some truth to abby and vanessa's teasing because as soon as you're both alone, even just for a few minutes as abby runs to the bathroom, he's on you. his hand between your legs under the blanket, the sound of the two of you kissing a little obnoxiously loud in the silence that the paused movie has created.

there's just a small window in this moment where he gets to taste your lips, and he's using every second to his advantage. lips just a little too fast against yours, his tongue slipping past them to meld with yours, allowing you to taste the cherry coke that he's been sipping all night along with the salt from the popcorn you'd been sharing. his hand presses against your mound, he cups it, and then the toilet flushes down the hall and he pulls his palm from under the blanket.

he kisses you twice more, chaste yet not fleeting, and then he's sitting back and smiling at abby as she comes skipping down the hall.

"ready?" he asks her, just before he presses play.

hey! I've got a question and it not meant to be pushy or anything but you announced a house md fic to an anon a bit ago and I just what to ask whether it's still comin.

Again just out of curiosity. Btw I love your fics. Hope you have a good day!

thank you so much for the compliment!! i promise that EVERYONES request is in the works. first year of med school is not for the weak and i am trying my best for all y’all 😙

Hey love, could you write ab what the 141+ Alejandro, könig, and graves would be like with a plus size S/O

141 + könig alejandro rudy n graves with a plus size s/o

a little bit of suggestive content, nothing tooo bad

john price adores you. all of you. like seeing you throw yourself into his arms after a long day, placing his hands on your plush curves brings him immediate peace. he also lovesss it when you wear skimpy little outfits that show you off, he feels like he’s winning in life.

simon riley loves your face the most out of every one of your body parts. he thinks you’re simply breathtaking. from the way you cheeks are rounded to the way your smile never seems to fade. you’ll definitely be the death of him.

johnny mactavish is just in love with how you hold yourself together. it’s truly not even about your looks, just your energy. the way you’ve never given a second thought about ignorant comments, to the way you’ll always get what you want.

kyle garrick loves your body so much. like coming home after a long day and you’re ready to just snuggle until you both fall asleep. of course, he loves being a big spoon. but when you big spoon omg that does something to him. he just feels so content with your warmth surrounding him and he’s so happy your his.

könig loves to just engulf you into his arms. you’ll complain and whine all you want for him to put you down but he doesn’t care. especiallyyyyyy if you argue with him that he can’t pick you up, because ouuu baby, he don’t like that. have fun being in his arms (and under him) for the whole night.

alejandro vargas loves how defined your curves are. it drives him crazy when you wear clothes that enhance them. like this man actually dies. he’ll keep hand on your waist as much as he can, occasionally wandering down further when he gets a litttlllleeee needy for waiting so long.

rudy parra is basically just in love with you. like everything about you. your mind, your shape, your voice, your thoughts. he’s just infatuated with you. he hates it when you talk bad about yourself in any way, because he sees you as his perfect angel.

philip graves is def your number one supporter. like you bought a new mini skirt? bet your ass looks so good in it. decided to try out a new hairstyle? it really makes your gorgeous face stand out. anything you do just know he’s got a sign that says “THAT'S MY GIRL”

hey how you doing hun?

i love u so much, thank you everyone who checked in on me. i’m doing better than i can even express 🥹