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James Wilson- make her mine(smut)

Requested by- @flowercrowns-goodvibes

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(In my nature, it’s skim edited and in 4 months when I get a surge of Motivation I’ll edit it)

5/28/23

Wilson's pov-

There's a new doctor in the hospital, (y/n) (l/n), neurology and general surgery. she's been here a few months. I see her quite a bit around the hospital, never going to the same place though. I'm coming, she's going. Though we've spoken, I've bought her lunch a few times before but couldn't stay afterwards or she was still working during her lunch. we've had chats on the elevator, or at the coffee machine a few times. But still no longer then five minutes. Yet, I can't seem to get out of my damn head. She's plagued me. I can't even ignore her, I see her I have to say something. Playing this...slow game is getting too annoying. I gotta make her mine.

"You're dummer then you look if you think she wants you." House said, not looking away from the sudoku on his computer. I was sat in the chair in front of his glass desk, it was lunch, we already ate.

"Why wouldn't she want me? I'm nothing like you." I remarked and he glanced at me before turning his chair to face me fully,"here we go."

"Is she broken?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders,"how much have you talked to her?"

"We've talked in passing, a couple elevator rides. I've even bought be her lunch before." I pointed at him and he rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer.

"You've boughten me lunch before, does that mean you wanna fuck me too?" He gave me a fake concerned look at I scoffed at him.

"I think if I wanted to I would've already." I joked, a chuckle tinting my voice,"but seriously, why wouldn't she like me?"

"If she's broken- like I'm sure she is, then she's gonna get bored of you like all the others after you start mending her back to health." He closed the tab on his computer, finishing the sheet, and turning back to me.

"What if she's not broken?" I pressed,"what if she's perfect?"

"Everyone's broken. You have brother trauma and you blame yourself for it all, and let's not forget the depression. Which will spike when you start to feel her becoming detached from you." He crossed his arms and glanced over at the conference room before groaning. I looked over and saw that chase and foreman were in there.

"Ya know what-" He cut me off.

"I've seen her at the pharmacy getting a prescription filled two times a month since she's been here. She broken trust me."

"this is a perfect time to end this conversation." I stood up from the chair and looked at my watch,"she's working the clinic right now."

"So now it's time to go creep around?"

"More like get my hours for the day in, be there to offer assistance if needed." He looked at me plainly before holding his face in his palm shaking his head.

"You are desperate." He finally looked back up at me.

"And now I'm leaving."

Your pov-

I signed Into the clinic and grabbed a folder from the stack on the desk and took a look inside. Kid has a fever, a rash on his chest. Easy enough.

"Hey (l/n)." I heard behind me to I looked over my shoulder and saw Dr.Wilson signing in.

"Hey Wilson." I smiled, holding the folder in one hand against my side,"how's that patient by the way?" The last time we were in an elevator together he told me about a patient of his, It sounded interesting so I wanted to catch up.

"I think we caught it just in time." He grabbed a folder from the Stack,"what did you get?"

"Kid has a fever and a rash, room three. You?"

"Four day headache." He answered,"room five."

"Then I guess I'll see you in a bit." I started walking away and he smiled and nodded.

He was charming. His presence was charming. It was a bit sad that I didn't see him all the time, I specialized in general surgery and neurology. You'd think we'd see each other more, neurology and oncology work close together in most cases, but that hasn't happened yet.

I opened the door to exam room three, and closed it behind me. A brunette mother was standing next to the bed, her seven year old son playing with a Gameboy.

"Hello I'm Dr.(l/n)." I greeted them as I opened the folder again, holding it in my left arm.

"Mary." She introduced her self.

"so..Conner here has a rash and a fever?"

"A hundred point two this morning, and it's On his chest." She looked down to him, and gently took the gameboy away from him and out in her purse which was over her shoulder,"he's had the rash for two days, the fever came this morning."

"Any history I should know about? Recent trav-"

"No nothing like that. He just got this rash the other day, sore throat." I nodded walking past her. I put the folder down on the counter and grabbed a pair of gloves, starting with my right hand.

"I see you like Mario?" I looked at Conner and he nodded with a smile. I put on the left,"so how are you feeling?"

"My throat hurts." His voice was a little scratchy. I grabbed a popsicle stick from the drawer, taking off the paper wrap and putting it in the counter.

"I'm gonna check your throat alright? Open wide and stick your tongue out." I grabbed a mini flashlight from my pocket, placing the popsicle stick down on his tongue and shining the light,"have you looked at his throat?"

"It was red the other day." Mom said waling around to look. His tonsils had some white around and in them,"oh god."

"Mm." I hummed, taking the stick away and placing it on the paper wrap, putting the light back in my pocket,"can you lift your shirt for me so I can see this rash?"

He lifted it and I saw mini hives on his chest, a few bumps spreading onto his lower neck.

"Those hives showed up today."I gave her a nod, motioning for Conner to put his shirt down.

"We'll run some tests. It's most likely a strep. There a breakout at school?" I picked up the popsicle stick and paper, pressing my door down on the lever of the trash can and dropped it In. The lid closed with a metal thud.

"Not that I'm aware of." Gave her a nod and heard the door open. So I looked over, Wilson in the door.

"I need you to take a look at this patient." He said.

"Excuse me," I pulled the blue gloves off and threw them in the trash,"I'm gonna have a nurse come and do your strep test, and I'll be back when that's ready."

"And if it strep?" This is definitely her first child.

"Then I'll prescribe Conner some antibiotics and a lidocaine throat gargle for his throat." Wilson walked out of the door and stood outside of exam five. I flagged down a nurse and told her what to do as Wilson handed me the blue folder for the patient.

I skimmed it through, his name was Mark, and it seemed like he was a healthy man. Participated in 2ks and 5ks regularly, works at the college teaching anthropology courses.

"Migraine." I said, noting the reason for coming here.

I kept it in hand as I pushed the door open.

The room had the blinds shut, the patient was laying down, his legs hanging off the exam bed, and arm rested on his head covering his eyes.

"Mr.Swan?" I asked gently as Wilson closed the door. He slowly sat up, as if trying to not make his head pound, which didn't work when he winced as he fully sat up,"bad one?"

"Yeah." He lightly chuckled and I handed the folder back to wilson.

"You're gonna hate me for a bit." I grabbed my flashlight from my pocket and held it up,"but I need to check your pupils. Wilson will you open the blinds?"

"This is gonna suck." Mr.Swan closed his eyes as Wilson twisted the blinds open, the room quickly lighting up with natural light.

He soon let his eyes open, blinking a few times. His eyes were a bit red, common with migraines. I clicked the flashlight on, snd gave him a look asking if he was ready, he nodded.

I shined it in his right eyes. The pupil retreated and i moved the light away before doing it again. Same response. I shun it in his left eyes. He had brown eyes so his pupils blended into the corneas in normal light. But, when I shun the light in his eyes, his pupil was dilated, and didn't react.

"Your left pupil is dilated and non reactive." I told him, dropping the flashlight into my pocket. I looked over at Wilson who was already looking at me, leaning against the counter, I looked back to Mr.swan,"have you been training hard lately? Going through some stress?"

"No." He answered and I nodded, I looked over at Wilson, his arms crossed over his chest," get an MRI, a CT, and some extra strength Advil for while hes waiting. Bring me the scans when they're done, and focus on the left side."

"Of course."

Wilson's pov-

An hour later-

I walked down the Neuro hallway, walking to the conference room. I had the file with the patients scans in my hand. I know after she left the patients room she picked up another patient and checked in on the kid with the strep when his test came back, but I asked one of her colleges when I left the clinic and they said she was up here. And she was.

She was sitting at the conference table, looking down at a blue folder, her left hand wrapped around a mug. No one else was in there, just her. It'd be easy to close the blinds around the glass walled office, push her up against the table-okay that's enough.

I let out a breath and walked up to the door and pushed it open. She looked up at me and then down to my hand.

"There's those scans." She out her mug down and reached for them, I handed her the file as I pulled the seat diagonal from her and sat down.

"Mri had a bit of a waitlist." I said as she opened the file, I finally noticed how nice the baby blue color of her blouse looked one her, I didn't pay attention to it before. Probably because her coat is off.

"I heard some people complaining about it." She looked at the mri scans quickly before moving them to the side, and looking at the Ct scans,"it's definitely a migraine."

"But for four days?" I questioned as she stood up, grabbing the mri scans and the Ct.

She put them up on the light board against the wall. Standing with he hands on her hips, her weight shifted to her right side as she leaned on her leg. I just looked at her as she looked at the scans. Im actually working with her today. Fuck you, House.

"Did you look at these yet?" She looked back at me and I shook my head standing up, taking the clue to come look. She pointed to the CT scan,"a tumor."

"Didn't catch that in the MRI." I crossed my arms over my chest,"so it's pressing against the nerves, causing the headache."

"That thing needs to be out by...I say nine AM tomorrow, that's if it's not brain cancer." We looked at each other and back to the scan.

"I'll get him in to get it biopsied." I took note of the scent of her perfume. A sweet rose scent, and undertone of almond. Light enough to not bother you, yet strong enough to make you near addicted.

"Tonight?"

"Preferably within the next half hour, he's in room Forty two A if you wanna stop by." I said as I slowly back up to the door as she took the scans off the light board,"if I don't see you when he's done then ill come find you."

"Ill see you then Wilson." She smiled as She went back to her seat, putting the scans back in the file. I opened the door and took a left.

Your pov-

Twenty minutes later-

I pressed the down button for the elevator. The numbers quickly changed, coming up from floor two. The door opened and immediately I saw Dr.House leaning against the back wall.I knew he had a thing about sharing elevators.

"This is perfect, we need to talk." I nodded and walked into the elevator quickly because the door was staring to close.

"This about Mark Swan?" I asked unsurely. Maybe Wilson told him about it. I looked at the buttons and the button to the second floor was already pressed, weird considering he just came from there. I leaned against the right wall.

"No, this is about Wilson." He leaned off the wall and walked to the front of the elevator, repeatedly pressing the door close button when it reached the second floor. My brows furrowed at the action and the elevator resumed going down.

"Okay?" He leaned against the wall in front of me, his grip on his cane shifting.

"I haven't even talked to you since you've come here, yet everyday I hear about you." I gave him an even bigger look of confusion,"you have Wilson on a string and you don't even know it."

" we've barely even talked."

"The amount you two have is enough for him." The doors opened to the basement,"follow me."

"So Wilson's got a school girl crush on me?" I asked following behind him.

"Oh I wish." He shook his head and took a right going towards the labs,"prefer him blushing then obsessing."

"He's not obsessed." I denied and he stopped walking, turned around and looked at me like I was fucking dumb.

"He buys your lunch often, makes an effort to talk to you whenever he can but won't interrupt you, and all I hear is how much he wants you." He looked at me for a second, and I took a breath, not realizing I was even holding my breath,"so for my sake...fuck him already."

"What?"

"Are you broken?" He randomly snd promptly asked. I didn't know what he meant,"never mind, surgeons are usually broken in some way."

I went to speak but he turned and walked away, again, so it felt useless to say anything. I was kind of stunned. I enjoyed seeing Wilson when I did, I enjoyed talking to him, I appreciated that he buys my lunch like three times a week. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't feel something for him,

I spun on my heel and walked back towards the elevator, my mind running over what I just heard from House, starting to connect dots.

But broken? I couldn't understand that one.

Wilson's pov-

7pm-

I walked out onto the porch connect to my office, I came out cause I saw House leaning on the wall next to mine, looking into my office.

"How's your case going?" He asked as the door closed behind me.

"Fine." I answered him,"hell get it removed tomorrow, he's jacked on meds to keep his pain down."

"Lucky fella." He sat on the edge of his wall,"how's the other thing going?"

"Also fine." I sat down on the edge of my wall like he did, my right foot acting as some stability. I was facing the hospital, my back to the scenery.

"No details?" He leaned back a bit but then leaned back In, his forearm sitting on his left thigh.

"So now you want details?" He gave me a slight shrugged and I rolled my eyes with a sigh,"I think we work well together."

"That's it?"

"Yes? What do you want me to say?" I slid off the wall, standing in both feet and looking at him,"that She looks hot when looking at scans? That The shirt she's wearing fits in all the right spots and don't even get me started on how her ass looks in Her pants?"

"That's more like it," his grip on his cane tightened as he stood up,"I'll be back, don't move."

I watched him walk away as I put my hands on my hips. He walked into his office, and a minute later he came back out with a tan folder.

"She's definitely broken." He handed it over. It's was (y/n)s files.

Your pov-

I walked past diagnostics, seeing the light on in Houses Office. I didn't stop there, I turned down the short hall after it and stopped in front of Wilson's door. The blinds were closed so I Gave it a light knock before pulling it open and letting it close behind me.

"I thought you went home?" He put down what he was looking at to give me his immediate attention.

"No, not yet." I slid off my doctors coat and draped it over the back of the chair in front of his desk, the same one I took a seat in,"what are you doing?"

"Going over a patients medical history." He answered and closed the file,"seeing if they're on any medications or have taken anything. Just trying to find something."

"For Mr.swan?" I questioned and he shook his head, leaning back in his chair,"did you get a consult planned for him?"

"Tomorrow at 8am." I nodded, there was silence between us for a bit but I spoke again,"why'd it take you this long?"

"To do what?" The right corner of his lip curled in a slight smirk.

"To talk to me, get me on your case." I leaned towards the desk.

"I had to make sure it was the right time. You were working the clinic today, i had the same time free, it was perfect." He shrugged his shoulders."plus, I kinda got pushed to do it."

"House?" He raised his brow at me,"we talked in the elevator."

"Really?" He leaned forward, his forearms on the desk,"and what's he tell you?"

"Not much, just how much you talk about me." I stood up a bit to look at the record on his desk, and he didn't try to hide it,"he asked me if I was 'broken'."

"Well, you're not as broken as the others." The file on his desk was my file. My medical history,"just antidepressants that you've been taking since seventeen."

"And don't forget the bi-weekly therapy." I reminded him.

"Which you haven't been to since you moved here." He noted,"noted that you promptly ended a session and told her you weren't coming back."

"That's how I remember it." I shrugged, for some reason I didn't feel violated that he looked at my records without my permission, and I desperately wanted to know where this was going.

"What made you do That?" He asked getting up from his chair, taking off his doctors coat and placing it on his chair and I leaned back in mine.

"My psych wanted to try a new medication, threw me into a spiral. I'm switched back to lexipro now, as I'm sure you know." Broken, this is what House meant by broken.

He leaned against the edge of his desk and nodded. I kept my eyes up at him, and he kept his eyes down on me.

"You asked me why it took me this long to get you on my case...but you never asked me to get on your case." He crossed his arms over his chest, flattening out the white button up snd his red tie.

"Wasn't really sure what the head of oncology does with his hours. Never was really sure how busy you were." I held my hands in my lap and he chuckled, his normal light chuckle.

"I've always got time for you." He answered,"the doors always open."

"I'm glad I know that now." I smiled, my head turning to look at the door to his offices porch, and then I looked back at him again,"wish I'd known it sooner, instead of eating lunch alone in Neuro, I could've been in here."

"At least now you know." His eyes still haven't left me, I knew there was something else he wanted, I coukd just feel it.

"I've heard stuff about you." He pushed uff the desk and walked over the couch, I turned s bit in the chair to look at him better when he sat down,"got a list of ex wives."

"Only three, they got bored. I have a tendency to go for people on the..unbalanced side do the scale." His eyes finally shifted to the window and back to me.

"So I'm on the unbalanced side?"

"Don't take it offensively, most people are. That includes me as well, believe it or not it's clinic depression." He admitted snd i nodded, taking in the information.

"People who struggle tend to grab onto others who struggle. Makes them feel better watching the other thrive, but then the healer they doesn't thrive." I explained and he nodded to every word, relating to it.

"All three marriages."

"What we're they missing?" I stood up from the chair and walked over the couch, sitting on the right side of him, angled into the corner to look at him better.

"I don't even know. I did my part I know that. People just get bored, they move on while being committed."

"Because you healed them."

"So what I'm getting is that I can't heal you, so that means that you're a top choice?" He twisted s bit to look at me better, his right arm resting on top of the head of the couch.

"I guess?"

"Because that what I see. A top choice." His eyes trailed down and back up my body in the last part. I felt my pulse being harder, more prominent in my neck and chest. All that from his look,"you're smart, you walk and talk with confidence. By what I've heard you don't second guess yourself, not in s risky way."

"Because I know what I'm doing, the one thing I don't know what I'm doing...is how I'm affecting you." He looked away from me, his eyes at his desk,"because House said that I should fuck you for his own sake."

"Did he really?" He looked back st me quickly and I nodded,"cats out of that bag now."

"What do you think about me?" I moved closer to him.

"You want the truth?" His brow cocked a bit and I nodded,"I can't help but imagine what you would look like bent over a desk or a table any time I see you at one. Your clothing always fits in the right spots, makes it hard to ignore you in the hallway, I simply can't, and after you leave my presence you're in my mind till I see you again."

"Do I keep you up at night?"

"You have no clue." His left hand sat on my thigh now, that's how close I was to him,"crazy dreams about you."

"Like what?" I wanted to pick his brain apart. He didn't answer, but he was seeing the dreams in his head,"tell me."

"How badly I wanna fuck a kid into you." If I was gonna have anyone's children, it might as well be his, and that sentence went right to my pussy.

"I'm not carrying a child without a ring and a marriage license." I marked and he nodded and quickly responded.

"I get easily get you one tomorrow."

"Make it six months, minimum." I took the chance to lean forward, and catch his lips to mine which he quickly reacted to. He held my thigh tighter, the hand that was on the head of the couch came to hold my jaw. I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer.

His lips were soft and near addictive, and he moved them with mine, his grip holding my jaw a bit harder along the edge of it by my ear.

I leaned back, taking him down to the couch with me his hand sliding up my thigh to my hip, his right knee in between my legs. His right leg and my left leg both off the couch. In seconds it was heated, our tongues clashing against each other languidly, I loosened his tie and started undoing the buttons to his white shirt. Taking my time, feeling each button, my brain obsessed with his lips and tongue at the moment. He pulled away from me, his lips a bit more red then before and he slid his tie off over his head, dropping it to the coffee table. I finished off with his last button and he slid it off, letting it hit the floor. He looked good with his clothes on, and he looks even better when they start to come off.

Wilson's pov-

A little bit later-

"Jesus."I sighed out,, my head resting on the head of the couch, my hand in (y/n)s hair, one holding into the arm of the couch as she held my thighs. Her head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock. Mouth of an absolute Angel, everything I thought it'd be. My top teeth bit down and dragged lightly over my bottom lip, letting it go as I exhaled.

I looked at down at her, meeting her gorgeous (e/c) eyes looking up at me through her lashes. She still had her panties on, light blue like the shirt, lace trim on the upper and bottom hems. She looked gorgeous on her knees, the way her back arched slightly, and when's she's sitting up, not sucking my dick, her waist has the perfect curve to it, her thighs plush, and her breasts looked absolutely fantastic.

I felt my right lip rug up into a smirk, the tip of my tongue brushed under my top teeth and she closed her eyes. I let my head fall back as she took me deeper in her throat the next time she bobbed down, he tongue running flat along the underside of my cock and I felt it tenfold. My fist held her hair tighter, just holding. I'd be crazy to try and take over what she was doing. Her tongue slid up my base, swirling around my tip, and sliding back down my base, her lips still sucked around me.

I took a deep breath as my abs tightened, I let out a groan and a "fuck" followed after it. I felt her hands slide down my thigh and leave once it reached my knee. She sucked harder, which i didn't know was possible, and she hummed around me.

"My god." My hips rose a bit , but not much, just a reaction from the deep breath I took. Her hand never returned to me so I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her hand was inside her panties,rubbing her clit slowly, her hips rocking lightly.

I couldn't stop looking at her, feeling my cock Twitch against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. My breathing became deeper and faster, my eyes closing on their own. I could feel the high in my head as my head fel back again. Her hand left my thigh and gripped the base of my cock, Pumping it as she focused on the upper half.

"Just like that." I groaned out, and with a few more pumps I was shooting into her mouth, she kept sucking and pumping, as groaned out her name, my hips bucking up slightly. My whole abdomen tightening as I came. She swallowed around me before popping off, her hand slowing down to a stop shortly after.

I left out a sharp sigh as my hand released her hair, I looked down at her again, her lips wet and puffy, her eyes glossed over, her cheeks blushed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

"You are..fucking amazing." I chuckled out and she smiled, putting a hand on my thigh to help her stand up. I leaned forward to grab her hips to help stabilize her.

"And you have a good diet." She pointed out, I let my fingers hook into her panties, and I pulled them down her legs. She took over and then kicked them away to join the rest of our clothes on the floor. She stood up straight, looking down at me,"how do you want me Wilson?"

"Get on the couch." I could feel myself getting harder again as I stood up. She knelt down on the couch, her forearms on the head of it, sticking her out at me as she shifted to widen her legs.

I let my hands slide down her waist, along her hips, and she rested her left cheek on her forearm as she looked back at me. I took hold of my cock, stroking it from base to tip.

"Fuck me Wilson." Her voice was breathy and needy, sounding like a whisper but it wasn't. I took hold on her left thigh and pulled her closer to me, running my tip in between her wet folds savoring the feeling of it. Swiping it against her clit, gaining a whimper from her as she looked forward, as much as she could with the wall in front of her. I circled my tip around her soaked core, before sliding my tip in. I groaned and she let out a moan at the same time, she was tight. Just perfect though.

I slid in a bit more and she pushed back to me, so I pushed my full length into her. Her walls squeezing me as she pushed her chest into the couch. A shaky moan that came from her throat, but never left her mouth came from her. I held onto her waist as I slowly pulled back from her before pushing back in, feeling the resistance of her walls yet ease because of how wet she was. Her forehead sat on the back of her hands, soft moans leaving her lips each time my tip came back to hit that soft spot in her.

"Please go faster." She breathed out, so I did. Suck my dick like that and I'm gonna do anything you say. I started building up a rhythm, pulling out to my tip and rocking my hips back in to her deeply, my hip bones pressing against her ass,"ohmygod."

"You feel so fucking good." I groaned out, leaning down press a kiss on her shoulder,"so good."

Your pov-

Wilson was pounding up into me, a hand holding onto my throat, to keep my shoulder blades against his chest, I was holding onto that's hands wrist, keeping him there. I reached behind me, my nails digging into his shoulder, his other hands rubbing my clit. My moans were uncontrollable due to how deep be fucking into me, his tip rubbing against my gspot without missing a beat. My head head felt dizzy as it fell against his shoulder, my abdomen muscles were tightening and loosening, nearly spasming. My thigh muscles twitching from the constant harsh attention to clit, setting my nerves on fire. My walls fluttered around him, his groans filled my ear, along with the shirt praises he whispered to me. Small kisses under my ear and side of my neck.

"Gonna cum." I shuddered into him his hand leaving my neck to hold firmly onto my ribs, I didn't let go, my grip tightening around his bone. Electric spiked up my spine, my walls convulsing around him, and i felt his cock Twitch. Once. Then twice.

"Just a little bit longer." So I waited, my brain focusing on how his fingers moved without stopping or faltering. How he held me closer to his chest.

"Wilson-"

"Let go." He said, and I did. Crumbling in his grasp as my orgasm broke through me, kept kept fucking into me. My cum coating his cock and the inside of my thighs. A "fuck me" came out of his mouth before he released into me, he kept pounding up into me, but his hand left my clit and held onto my waist. My back was hot against his chest, my hairline dampened, my breathing fast, same as him.

He slowed down, and I let go of his shoulder and wrist. he leaned forward and I grabbed the top of the couch, both his hands sitting on my hips, holding my lower half up as my upper half relaxed onto the couch.

"Holy fucking shit." I breathed out, my voice higher in pitch.

"Amen." He breathed out. Slowly pulling out of me, feeling his cum drip down the inside of my legs as he let my hips go. My lower half sitting down. I felt the couch dip next to me as he fell into the couch, a hand on my back rubbing up and down my spine. I took deep breaths and moved my head to rest my cheek on my hands and look at him for the first time in..I don't know how long it's been, all I can count it by was how that was the second time I came.

He had a blissed smirk on his face looking at me with awe.

"What time do you get out tomorrow? I could take you out for dinner." He offered I smiled.

"I get off at five." I answered and he nodded sharply.

"I'll make reservations in the morning." I moved to sit down properly on the couch, leaning against him as his arm wrapped over my shoulders.

We talked for a bit as we came down, before being interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Busy!" Wilson called out looking over at the door.

"Sounds like it!" It was house,"these walls are very thin by the way!"

"Noted House!" He yelled back, he waited a second for a response but it didn't come.

"Should be interesting for you tomorrow." I giggled and he shook his head.

"Never gonna hear the end of it, but at least i proved him wrong. He didn't think you had any interest in me."

"He should stick to medical diagnosis's, not social ones." I sat forward, his hand falling from my right shoulder,"I have to go, got a consult for a tumor removal at eight AM."

"At least-" I cut him off begire he could offer to clean me up. How charming.

"Clean up your couch, ill be fine." I picked up my blue panties as I stood up, slipping them into my legs and pulling them up.

"I can walk you to your car." He sat forward, I picked up his pants and boxers and handed them to him, his shirt was somewhere else in the room.

"How charming." I put my button up on the arm of the couch as I stood up with my pants starting to put them on,"you can walk me to elevator."

"Sounds great."

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lust4life01 · 1 month

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Hello there! Could you please write a Gregory House smut with a fem reader? I'm good with anything, maybe with a little exhibitionism with Wilson? Anything really, would love a dark House. Thanks!

Hello!! Sorry I took so long to reply <3 I think this is pretty dark but I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted lmao. I havent really written anything dark yet.

Let me put on a show.

(Warnings)18+!! Exhibitionism,almost prositition,smut,older man x younger woman, praise, being watched, darkish smut.

Pairing: Greg House x f/reader x James Wilson

You and Greg had been seeing each other for a little while, not necessarily in secret but private would suit the situation better. This was purely under your conditions as you didn’t want people to assume you were just fucking him to do well within your job or to have some sort of advantage. The only advantage you cared about was the advantage of fucking him almost every night. House on the other hand, he had been itching to brag about his new little toy he could play with, but under your wishes he resisted. Well for a little while. His main focus was keeping you happy, if you were happy he was definitely going be happy.

Despite this, it was clear to everyone around House that he was seeing someone as he was less of a jackass than usual and just seemed even more smug than usual. Which nobody thouht was possible.

“House, come on, I’m your best friend.” Wilson badgered on as him and house sat in the canteen.

In response to this House childishly grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth.

“sorwy, moufs kinda full.” He attempted to say, the fries smooshed, breaking his speech.

Wilson rolled his eyes, desperate to know who had been fucking his best friend.

“I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.” He threw his hands up in annoyance.

House continued to stare at him with a blank expression, clearly trying to wind Wilson up.

“I’ll buy you a drink after work if you tell me.”

House tapped his face with his finger mockily pretending to think before answering, “um no.”

Wilson who was almost defeated but also driven by curiosity let out a sigh. “$100.”

Houses face lit up as Wilson placed the note in the table.

“Sold. Thank you sir” House happily snatched the note from the table and shoved it into his pocket.

“Alright fess up. How’s been ya know…” Wilson asked eagerly

“Emptying my balls?”

Wilson scoffed in disgust but nodded his head.

“The babe with sexy eyes, ya know the one working down in the maternity ward.”

Wilson cocked his eyebrow, clearly needing more information.

House rolled his eyes. “The one with (your hair colour) and she’s about yay high. Nice legs”

Wilson thought for a minute before a puzzles looked crossed his face. “Wait. You don’t mean (y,n?)

House smirked “thats the one.”

Wilson let out a loud laugh. “Yeah okay House. And I’m fucking Jennifer Aniston. Seriously tell me. I just gave you $100.”

House looked Wilson up and down in offence. “What you don’t believe me?”

“No. Of course I don’t. You’re a handsome guy House but a girl like that gets fucked by men like Chase.”

“My mature and stern demeanour clearly turns her on. Plus I told her Chase was gay."

“If you seriously don’t believe come to mine at 8pm sharp. Trust me you’ll believe me then.”

Wilson looked at him skeptically but nodded. Wilson wasn’t all hearts and rainbows, despite him not believing House, the thought of seeing you with your mouth open contorted in pleasure was worth the risk of being scammed by House.

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You were stood in Houses kitchen, trying to decide what the two of you should eat.

“Ugh, you can’t have soup again (y,n)” House moaned.

“Why not? It’s tasty, easy and quick.” You shrugged.

House moved in front of you, trapping you between him and the counter and looking down at you.

“That’s funny. I remember you liking it long and hard.”

You scoffed at him, not breaking eye contact.

“Screw the food, I’m hungry for something else.”

He bent down and attached your lips hungrily.

You made out as you slowly walked over to the couch, being mindful of his leg.

You pushed him, his back hitting the armrest of the couch and you gently straddled him.

“Is this okay?” You ask sweetly as you lightly bit his neck.

“Perfect.”

House grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail and brought your lips to his.

As your lips were glued to one another’s House took the time to peer over at the clock which read 7:55pm.

He slowly undressed you, taking off your top and admiring the way your tits sat in your bra.

“Fuck so pretty.”

He unclip your bra with one hand and it wasn’t just his smile that grew bigger.

“Even prettier.” He smirked, looking at your exposed chest.

You giggled and started to take off Houses shirt as he slipped his fingers under your skirt and panties.

“Mhm nice and soaked for me baby, good girl.”

He circled your clit with his two large fingers and you practically cried out, desperate for more. You started to grin onto his hand and let out a pathetic whimper.

House looked back over to the clock- 7:59pm-

Show time.

He unbuttoned his jeans and waisted no time in entering you. It was sudden, he didn’t even take off your skirt or panties, just moved them to the side.

You let out a pornographic moan as he push up into you so suddenly and started to bounce up and down, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open.

“Say my name baby.” House ordered you. Knowing he wanted Wilson to know exactly who was making you feel this good. He wanted Wilson to know he was in fact the one who could make you cum whenever he decided to.

It was exactly 8pm as Wilson stood outside House's apartment door. He was hesitant to enter. He could hear the sounds of two bodies slamming against one another and the chants of his best friends name over and over.

Fuck the idea of seeing you on the verge of cuming made his blood rush to his pants.

He open the door carefully, the sounds of you already becoming louder.

House heard the door and circled his fingers around your clit in hopes you would become louder.

Now Wilson could see you in all your glory. Your face contorted in pure pleasure.

“Fuck. House gonna cum. You fuck me so good.” you whined.

Wilson stared with his mouth agape completely in awe of the way your body moved and the sounds that graced your lips. He felt like such a creep, but he couldn’t stop watching.

“Cum for me baby” House grunted out whilst peering over at Wilson.

Your head jolted back, exposing the veins in your neck as you reached your peak. You let out a pathetic whimper as House continued to fuck your overstimulated cunt.

Wilson couldn’t bear it any longer. He swiftly made his way out of the apartment completely horny and with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Little did he know, you knew all about this little arrangement.

House had told you before hand and showed you the crisp $100 dollar bill he’d received if you put on your best show. You were hesitant at first, but your were a broke trainee and $100 is $100. You could put on a show. Make the dirtiest moans you could.

Once House pulled out of you, you both stared at each other and began to laugh.

“Well how was I?” You asked, feeling pretty proud of the performance you just put on.

“Excellent. You could be a real porn star.” He smiled at you.

“How do you know I’m not” you cocked an eyebrow.

“ I would have seen it by now.” he mocked

You both laughed and sat for a while.

“Okay on a real note I am actually very hungry can we get food now please?” You whined as you began to dress again.

“After that show, how could I refuse” House grabbed the $100 and placed it into your bra.

#greg house smut #greg house x reader #house md #james wilson smut #exhibition kink #fem reader #request

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deadxregulus · 1 month

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!not my edit!

-This is my husband, guys !!!! <33

#dr house #james wilson #james wilson x reader #james wilson smut #hilson #huddy #gregory house #lisa cuddy #robert chase #robert sean leonard

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thotthumb · 16 days

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James Wilson Has A Superiority Kink

Reader is written with AFAB Transmasc people in mind.

Do not read if you are under the age of 18 as there is SEXUAL CONTENT WRITTEN UNDER THE CUT

Content Warnings: Wilson talks about fucking a baby into the reader but it’s just horny talk, Wilson cures his whiskey dick by getting good head apparently, Wilson begs to cum, Wilson is called “Handsome Boy” and “Good Boy” as well as “Baby”, Wilson is intended to be so subby and brain dead during horny hours it’s basically pathetic, Last paragraph is kinda cum eating depending on how you look at it.

Word count: 690

Authors Note: this is legit just James Wilson being a submissive, pathetic man that’s drunk off getting touch his partner (but specifically when and how they tell him to) brainrot because i wanna do unspeakable things to this doctor and it’s gonna be y’all’s problem

James Wilson has a superiority kink and i know it (i thought about it and i like the idea).

James Wilson who gets gets rock fucking hard when you boss him around. But use that specific tone of voice, the tone that sounds like you’re holding back from running your fingers through his hair while you shove a hand down his pants. The tone of voice that sounds like you want to devour him whole but haven’t decided if he’s earned it yet.

James Wilson who has cured his whiskey dick simply by bedding the Head of the Psychology Department (there’s quite a few more mental health cases running around than there are cancer cases so technically Psych is a higher position and YES. It does still confuse James as to how cancer isn’t upmost priority but neither of you get paid enough for that). That’s all it took. Just him having his superior looming over him after pulling away from a kiss and caressing his jaw. All you had to do was touch him and he started acting like a schoolboy.

James Wilson who could barely feel his face when the aforementioned Head of Psych had their nose pressed to his pelvis with his cock so fucking far down their throat. You had him gripping the sheets in effort to keep from splattering your face when you told him if he kept being good you’d let him cum wherever he’d like. Please, you know how much he likes getting to leave his mark with his release (he was slightly possessive when it came to his partners).

James Wilson who is moaning into the back of your neck, pistoning his hips almost furiously into yours as he has you on your hands and knees. He wants this release so bad he borderline needs it. He barely got through you edging him, he nearly came too many times but now he was so close. “Please le’me cum.. wanna fuck,” He pushed you down onto the bad with a hand in between your shoulders, “wanna fuck a baby into you please.” He sounded pathetic but in an oddly hot and sexual way. “I’ve been so good, please just let me cum inside. Need it so bad.” He’s babbling horny nonsense now. “James, baby, you wan-“ You were cut off by him giving a series of harder thrusts, strangled moans slipping out. You couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing far too well (it made you jealous sometimes knowing that other people have also received dick from this man). “Fff-fuck yes! Go on, cum, my handsome boy!” It took a second to finally get the words out due to James not halting his thrusts in the slightest but he didn’t care at the moment.

“Fuck thank you, thank you…” He was beginning to whine out his thank you’s as he felt his dick twitch. He hasn’t came in at least an hour and has been rock hard the entire time. He was aching for this orgasm, even his cockhead was an angry reddish color matching his flushed face. You knew he was biting his lip, hazy brown eyes half lidded and lightly crossing, his eyebrows pinched together, and sweat likely dripping off his nose at this point. He always looked beautiful when he came undone.

Finally, a high pitched gasp and a long, drawn out whiney moan came from the man behind you. He hunched over you, hiding his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming from him (it didn’t help at all and it made those debaucherous sounds enter your ears in high definition) as his hips were moving sloppily and barely holding together a rhythm. You could feel your legs beginning to shake as the sounds coming from him finally sent you over. “G’ boy, sucha good boy f’me,” you choked out.

You nearly jumped when you felt James’ breath fanning over your sex, your legs still shaking from the orgasm you’ve barely started recovering from. Then, you nearly squealed when you felt his tongue lick a broad stripe from top to bottom.

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misterdrwilson · 10 months

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Good Morning,

A James Wilson x Reader Drabble

Content warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut

Word count: 1082

Description: James is normally up and out of bed before you, but this morning he has other ideas…

Author note: this is just. Pure smut and I am so not sorry. This will be crossposted on Ao3, under the user keylocke!

James often woke up before you, and usually he got himself out of bed and started on his day. He would typically get up, shower, and make breakfast before your eyes had even opened. Today, however, when he woke up, your boyfriend opted to stay in bed with you. He reached around your body and pulled you close to him, your back pressing against his chest and stomach.

You let out a soft noise, but didn’t wake up. Gently, James began to play with your hair and lay gentle kisses on your neck. You were wearing his t-shirt with no pants on, only the soft blanket covering your bare thighs. Your boyfriend ran his hand down from your hair down to your shoulders and over your side, sliding up your shirt to trace soft circles over your hip and stomach.

He continued for a while and you woke up slowly, becoming aware of the feeling of James’s hands on you and the way he was peppering your skin with kisses.

“Mmmh,” you pressed yourself even closer to him, yawning slightly and letting him continue kissing and touching you.

“Good morning,” James murmured against your neck, smiling slightly.

“You’re in a good mood,” you smiled, turning your head to give him a soft kiss.

James kissed you back, capturing your lips with his and not pulling away. You turned to lay flat on your back and James’s strong hand ran over your stomach and down to your thighs.

“Want you to feel good,” James said between kisses. “Wanna make you feel good,”

You spread your legs and kissed him harder, giving your consent. James eagerly pressed a hand between your legs, gently beginning to rub you through your underwear.

You let out soft, sleepy noises of pleasure as he touched and teased you.

“James…” You whined out, pulling away to look at your boyfriend.

He had soft, caring eyes and the way he was looking at you made your heart swell. It was clear that in this moment, all he wanted was for you to feel good. His lips were parted ever so slightly, and he seemed to be gauging your reactions to every touch. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, your eyes fluttering shut as he snaked his hand into your underwear and started to rub circles around your most sensitive parts.

“B-baby,” you gasped, bringing a hand up to touch your own chest.

“You look so beautiful,” James whispered as you pulled up your shirt to reveal more of your body to him. You loved the way he treated you, loved the way the man took care of you in bed and out of it.

You felt your thighs begin to shake slightly as James ran two fingers up and down over you.

“James, oh, b-baby,” you managed out, grabbing at his thigh. “You’re so good, always s-so… good…”

James was smiling, loving the sight of you unraveling beneath him. “I love to do it for you,”

You let out soft, eager moans as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“James!” You cried against his lips, one hand tangled in the sheets and the other holding tightly to his thigh. “I need you, James, p-please I need you-“ You pulled at the hem of his boxers, trying to get them down.

James pulled his hand from between your thighs, grabbing your hip and pulling you on top of him. He pushed your shirt off and you helped him get it over your head, making quick work of his boxers afterwards. You pulled down your own underwear eagerly and somewhat clumsily, nearly falling over in the process. Finally, you lined yourself up with him and sank down hard and fast.

“Oh, g-god,” James groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

You ran your hands over his chest and stomach as you adjusted, soft squeaks escaping your mouth as you began to move and bounce on him.

“C-Christ, Y/N-“ he gasped out in response to the absolutely brutal pace you chose.

It was not the kind of morning for soft love making. You needed this man and you needed him hard.

“This is what I want, th-this is what I need,” you gasped, rolling your hips. “Need you, James, need this!”

James was holding tightly to your hips, meeting each of your downstrokes with a thrust up, trying to get as deep inside of you as he could. You felt tension growing in your core and you whined out loud, your head falling back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop,” James begged, his eyes rolling back. “So good, oh god,”

Had you been less needy, you’d have slowed down at that and tortured your poor boyfriend. You loved the way you could get him to beg so easily, how you could make him so desperate for you. Today, however, was not the day for it. You were chasing pleasure with such ferocity that you knew you’d be sore later, but it would be completely beyond worth it.

“James, honey, sweetheart,” you gasped, bending forward and pressing your hands to his chest.

“That’s it,” James coaxed, feeling you beginning to throb around him. “Let go for me,”

His short nails were digging into your thighs, and he was hitting the deepest possible parts of you with each thrust up. You were shaking, your thighs beginning to spasm as you got closer and closer.

“Wanna feel it, Y/N, wanna feel you come on me,” James groaned out, knowing how dirty talk could get you there. He did, in fact, want to feel you come on him, and he wanted to return the favor by finishing deep inside of you. You could feel him twitching within you let out a noise that was a mix between a whine and a moan as you crashed over the edge, bouncing wildly on your boyfriend.

James guided you through it, continuing to thrust up into you until you felt his whole body tense as he finished.

You panted and tried to catch your breath, coming down from the high with your boyfriend still twitching inside you.

“Oh, James,” you moaned, falling forward against his chest.

James wrapped his arms around you, taking deep breaths himself.

“I should wake you up like that more often,” he smirked.

“Yeah, except you’re going to be late for work now,” you murmured.

“I don’t care,” James laughed. “You are well worth it,”

#james wilson x reader #house md #smut #james wilson #house md fanfic #James Wilson smut #morning #waking up #fanfic #x reader

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honey-on-your-tongue · 8 months

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All That Could Be

Series masterlist

Part three

Word count: 2.3k

As you're doing clinic duty, House approaches you and demands, “Well? Have you gotten him to fall in love with you?”

You give him a look before glancing around, ensuring no one hears you. “It's only been a week,” you point out.

He stares at you blankly. “So?”

“So it's going to take longer,” you reply, turning away from him and to one of the exam rooms. House follows in after you, much to your despair.

A mother and her child are in the room. The little kid is red-faced and sweaty, and his breathing is labored. You haven't even gotten a word in when House blurts, “Common cold. Give him some ibuprofen for the fever and the cold will go away on its own.”

The mother stares at House and then glances at you. You grimace. “I'm sorry. This is Dr. House, my...assistant doctor.”

“And her secret lover,” he adds in a fake whisper, leaning on his cane and winking at the woman.

You just sigh, filling out the prescription of rest and ibuprofen. “Here you go,” you tell the woman, handing her the paper. “Have a good day.” You turn to House. “My office, now.”

He turns to the woman. “Looks like I'm going to get punished,” he says, his words clearly a double entendre.

You pinch the bridge of your nose but ignore him, walking towards the elevator. He walks beside you, popping more Vicodin.

You step into the elevator and the moment the doors close, you turn to him. “It's going to take more time, House. People don't fall in love in a week.”

He rolls his eyes. “You're stalling,” he snaps. “Don't waste your time. Or mine.”

You frown. “What about Wilson's time?” You then frown and correct yourself, “What about his feelings? What about the fact that this is an odd, twisted, immoral plan?”

He exhales sharply. “Who the fuck cares?” he says as you two reach your floor. You begin walking towards your office, and he follows. “I thought we already had this conversation?”

You sigh. “Yeah, I know. This is for the greater good,” you murmur. “But I...What if it goes wrong?”

“We'll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he replies simply, shrugging. “For the time being, just focus on the plan.”

“Fine,” you sigh, knowing that arguing with House is impossible. You reach your office and tell him, “If anything happens, I'm putting this on you.”

He shrugs. “I've got more than enough guilt to keep me up at night, but I'm heartless so I don't care. Blame me for this, it won't make a difference.”

You roll your eyes. “See you later,” you murmur, swinging your office door open only to find Wilson asleep on the sofa.

You blink. You turn back to see if House is seeing the same, but he's already turned around and is walking away.

You walk into your office, quietly shutting the door after yourself. You make your way to the sofa and kneel beside it. You stare at Wilson for a moment, his brown hair messy and strewn over his face, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted.

You almost feel bad about waking him up. But he can't stay here.

“James,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder gently. “James.”

He groans, stirring awake, and then his eyes flutter open. When he sees you, he slowly sits up, looking around and frowning a little, disoriented.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, still kneeling on the floor.

“Uh,” he says, his voice rough and thick with sleep. “I was looking for you. Waiting for you.”

“Why? Do you need something?”

He kind of just sits there, watching you, his eyes still soft and dozed. “Um.” He blinks a couple of times. “I just...” He sighs. “I actually don't know. I just...wanted to be around you, I guess.”

Fuck, you think to yourself. I'm going to be his rebound, aren't I?

You smile kindly. “Do you want to talk about it?” you offer, eyes on him.

He nods slowly. “I...think so, yeah.”

You nod in return and sit on the sofa beside him. “Alright. What would you like to talk about first?” you ask, studying his reaction.

He avoids your gaze, choosing instead to play with the hem of his lab coat. “Uh. I don't know. I guess I'm just...” He sighs softly. “Not really disappointed but also sort of disappointed? Like I expected her to do something like this but at the same time I hoped she wouldn't.”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding. “So you started this relationship knowing it would probably end like this.” It's not a question, you're stating the fact.

Wilson takes a long time to respond. “Yes.”

You nod again. “Why?” you ask, voice soft. “Why do you think you got into a relationship you knew would fail?”

He shakes his head. “I was hoping she'd...” He sighs, closing his eyes. Quietly, he says, “She'd change.”

“Did she ever do anything to change?”

“No.”

“Did she ever seem like she intended to change?”

“No.”

“Did she ever say she wanted to change? Ever mention it to you or to someone else?”

“No.” His voice has grown small and quiet, almost like its losing its strength.

“Then why did you think she'd change?” you question, tilting your head slightly, trying to capture his gaze. But he refuses to look into your eyes, still focusing on fumbling with his lab coat.

A long while passes after you ask the question. Wilson sits there, nervously toying with his lab coat, his leg bouncing. You give him his time and space, waiting until he's ready to talk.

You don't really realize he's on the verge of tears until he speaks. “I thought she loved me,” he tells you, his voice breaking. “I thought she would change for me.”

You sigh softly. “Honey,” you say sweetly, “people don't change for others. They change for themselves. What happened has nothing to do with you and everything to do with her. You could've loved her to the moon and back and she still wouldn't have changed.” You gently rub his arm, letting him cry it out. “You can't love someone into changing, James. No matter how hard you try.”

He nods. “I know. I know,” he says, sniffling. “I always know but I keep thinking that maybe next time...”

“No,” you say gently. “It's never going to work. This isn't about perseverance or never giving up. It's simply impossible to get a person to change if they don't intend to. All you do is hurt yourself.”

He wipes his eyes. “I know.” He exhales. “Fuck, I feel so stupid.”

“Why?” you question.

“Because I keep making the same mistake over and over again and I never fucking learn,” he replies, scoffing, raising his voice a little.

“And why is that a bad thing?” you ask. “I think it's wonderful that you have so much hope in people. You always see the best in them, always let yourself believe that everyone can be good on the inside. And it's a wonderful way of seeing the world, Wilson. I don't think that's a bad thing.”

He finally meets your eyes. “I...suppose so, yes.”

It breaks you to see him like this. One of your closest friends all broken and hurt, suffering over someone who didn't deserve him.

Tears start falling down his face and he hastily wipes them away, almost aggressively. You grab his wrist in your hand, stopping him, and then you cup his face in your other hand, gently wiping the tears away with your thumb.

Your eyes lock together. His are wide with surprise and warm with appreciation. Yours are trying to conceal how flustered you are and how wrong it feels to be purposely trying to get him to like you even though he's in this horrible state.

You grab his face in both of your hands and pull him closer. You kiss his forehead softly, tenderly, your lips lingering on his skin for longer than necessary. You get a whiff of his shampoo, his soft hair tickling your nose.

As you pull away, you say, “Don't be so hard on yourself. Be kinder. You've been through a fucking emotional train wreck, and you can't expect yourself to just be fine. It's going to take time to heal.” You're still holding his face in your hands, and you find yourself caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “And you don't have to do this alone. You know I'm here for you. Always, no matter what.”

He nods softly, his eyes closing as he leans into your touch. Your heart melts at the sight as you recognize the lack of love he's experiencing right now, and you wish you could just help take all the pain away.

He meets your eyes and slowly, almost hesitating, he rises his hands to your waist, studying your face to gauge your reaction.

You feel goosebumps rise on your skin at the contact, but you say nothing and you don't pull away.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder. You swear you can feel your heart breaking. You hug him back, your arms around his neck as you hold him close.

“Thank you,” he says quietly against your shoulder.

Don't thank me, you want to say. Don't thank me. I'm going to trick you into falling for me and then I'm going to break your heart. Don't thank me.

You just hug him tighter.

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Most of your waking days are now spent thinking on how to get Wilson to like you. You know he's probably not looking for any kind of relationship right now, with him in the midst of his divorce and all, but you know that if you're there for him, he'll probably grow attached to you. And that will make the plan easier in the future.

You can't help but feel a pang of guilt every time you see Wilson. The thought of what you're doing, of having to purposely hurt him...

It's for his own good, you try to convince yourself. This will help him. It'll be good for him.

The guilt haunts you, and you do your best to ignore it.

You fail at that when, as you sit in the doctor's lounge, enjoying your break, Wilson walks in. He sees you and gives you one of those adorable little smiles of his as he sits on the armchair across from you.

“Long day?” he asks softly, loosening his tie a little.

Your eyes follow the movement before you meet his gaze again. “You could say that, yeah.” You nod. All you can think right now is, I'm lying to him, I'm going to hurt him, this is wrong.

“Yeah, me too.” He sighs softly, leaning his head against the back of the armchair and stretching his legs in front of him. “My lawyer keeps calling me about the divorce and I can barely work. I spend more time on the phone with him than I do working. I'm fucking exhausted.”

You hum softly. “What does he keep calling about?”

“The house. The cars. The furniture. Everything.” He shrugs. “I don't care about any of it. She can keep all of it, I just want this to be over already.”

“You'll be okay,” you say softly. “You're not alone in this. You know I'm here for you whenever you need me.”

He smiles at you. “I really appreciate that.”

You hold his gaze for a while, not saying anything. Inside your mind, you're trying to stop yourself from saying what you're going to say, but this is for his own good.

“Are you busy tonight?” you ask him casually, taking a sip from your water bottle.

He blinks at you and echoes, “To-tonight?”

You nod. “Mhmm. Do you have anything going on?”

He frowns slightly. “Uh. No.” He opens his mouth to say something else, but you cut him off.

“Good. I was thinking it would be good for you to get out, you know,” you tell him, feigning innocence. “We could get dinner together. Or a few drinks. Or catch a movie. Whatever keeps you from wallowing in the divorce.” You're nervous, uncomfortable about messing around with his emotions, and you ramble on, “I mean, it's a Friday night. You shouldn't spend it between four walls thinking about your pain, you know.”

He nods softly. “Yeah, you're right,” he says. “That does sound nice.”

You grin. “So, what would you like to do? Where do you wanna go?” you ask.

He grimaces slightly. “I'm terrible at picking places. Why don't you choose? I'll take a chance on this one.”

You scoff playfully. “You'll take a chance on this one?” you laugh. “You saying that you can't trust me to pick a nice place?” You raise an eyebrow.

He smiles softly. “I didn't say that. I'm just not sure if you'll take me somewhere too crazy.”

You laugh. “Trust me, I will.” You smirk softly. “It'll be fun. Unless you prefer going somewhere quieter? More for people your age?” you jest.

He laughs. “People my age? I'm five years older than you,” he tells you. “You're people my age.”

“Not on the inside. I'm still a young soul,” you say, giggling.

He chuckles. “Are you saying I'm an old man on the inside?”

You grin. “Maybe. Unless you're willing to prove otherwise?”

He raises an eyebrow, a smile still on his soft lips. “Are you challenging me?” he questions, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together as he leans forwards.

You lean in as well until you two are only a few inches apart. “I am, yes,” you confirm. “Let's go to the new club downtown, forget about who we are at work or at home or anywhere else. Let's just be other people in there. Let it all loose.”

He studies your eyes carefully, his gaze calculating and precise. “Alright,” he finally agrees. “You're on.”

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#james wilson #wilson house md #house md #James Wilson smut #x fem!reader #gregory house

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lokiswifeduh · 1 month

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Long Night

Pairings - Roommate!tfatws!Bucky x Fem!Roommate!Reader

Summary - You've been stood up twice in a row now. Bucky is tired of seeing you disappointed. So he takes you on a date.

Warnings - angst, being stood up, angry/annoyed bucky

Notes - I'm horrible at summaries, I know!! This happened to me a couple days ago, wishing I had a Bucky to take me on a date in Brooklyn right about now! Not proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes! Thank you for reading loves!!

WC - 1,750

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"Whatcha gettin' ready for, doll?" Bucky leaned on your bedroom doorframe, watching you straighten your hair in the mirror on top of your dresser.

"I have a date." You smiled, not noticing the slight drop in Bucky's smile.

"Oh, with anyone I know?"

You shook your head. "His name's Nash. Someone Sam set me up with," You explained. "He's supposed to pick me up in twenty minutes."

Bucky internally rolled his eyes. The guys Sam hung around with were nice, yes. However, he never got the guts to take you out on the date you deserved. A date with him.

"Are you sure you want him picking you up?" Bucky asked, making you look back in confusion. "I mean you don't know him that well... You could meet him there or uh, I'll drop you off." You let out a small laugh, "Yeah Buck, I'll just have my male roommate drop me off at a date, that'll go over well."

Bucky shrugged. He walked away from your bedroom to grab a beer from the fridge before sitting on the couch. He turned on whatever channel didn't require him to use the remote too much before slouching into the cushions.

Twenty minutes passed by when you slipped out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

"Wow, doll. You.." Bucky's eyes widened slightly, "You look great."

You grinned, looking down at your outfit. It was basic but it was the most comfortable yet fashionable outfit you had. Black flared leggings with a sage green sweater and some white sneakers. It was simple yet appropriate for a late-night-diner date.

And to top it all off your makeup had cooperated for once. Both eyebrows looked like twins and not sisters. Your highlight was perfect, shimmering, but not too much. And you had the perfect lipgloss that made your lips look sunkissed. Perfect.

"He should be here any minute!" You sprayed some perfume, your favorite vanilla scent, and went to sit in the armchair across from the couch.

Bucky hummed, keeping his eyes on the Tv, taking another sip of beer.

However, twenty more minutes went by and Nash hadn't texted you, hadn't called, and hadn't shown up. Bucky was starting to feel bad and you could tell by the pity looks he kept throwing your way.

"He uhm," Bucky cleared his throat, "Maybe he hit traffic. You know, with it being New York and everything." You nodded, trying to hold onto at least a small bit of hope. "Yeah, traffic." But then another forty minutes went by and he still hadn't even texted.

And then another hour.

And another hour.

By the time Bucky finally turned off the Tv it was three and a half hours since the time Nash was supposed to come pick you up.

You were still sitting in the armchair, having dozed off with a couple tears streaked down your face. Ruining your once-perfect makeup.

Bucky sighed, silently cursing Sam even though he knew it wasn't his fault.

"Alright, doll," Bucky whispered, placing his metal arm behind your back, and lifting your legs with his right. You groaned awake, holding your phone in your palm as you wiped your cheek. "What time is it?" Your eyes shoot open, "Did he show up?" Bucky placed you in your bed, handing you one of his t-shirts you had stolen a while ago. "No, doll. I'm sorry." You stripped your shirt off to change as Bucky went into your bathroom, grabbing a couple of makeup wipes.

"Here." He softly spoke, hating your distraught and disappointed expression.

You wiped your makeup off, shedding a couple more tears in the process. The tears dripped from your cheek to the grey henley Bucky had given you. "It's okay. Maybe he was just busy." Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell you that any respectful man, any gentleman wouldn't have done what Nash did to you. But he kept his mouth shut, opting to hum in your favor, and threw the makeup wipes in the trash when your face was completely bare.

"Goodnight, Doll." He placed a kiss on the crown of your head as you hummed in response. "Goodnight, Buck."

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A couple days later, you finally got a text back from Nash.

"Bucky I was right!!" You came sliding into the kitchen, your socks making it easy to ice-skate on the smooth wood floor.

Bucky chuckled at your ability to skid so gracefully without falling. He had tried it once but vowed to never do it again after he slid into the dining room table. You would never let him live it down.

"Right about what, doll?" Bucky flipped the pancake, adding some vanilla to the dough.

"About Nash! He actually was busy!" Bucky quirked an eyebrow. Wondering why he had waited this long to text you back. Six days to be exact. "Did he say with what?" Bucky turned back to making breakfast.

"He said he got busy with work, and that something at work pissed him off so he didn't wanna see me while he was upset." You explained what Nash had told you.

Bucky had never wanted to hit someone in the face so hard.

Well, actually that wasn't true. But he did want to sock Nash in the face for standing you up and giving you a half-ass excuse days later.

"I mean that explains things, yeah..." Your brows furrowed at Bucky's flat tone. "Do you not believe it?" Bucky sighed, pulling the milk and eggs from the fridge as you sat on the countertop. "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it kinda seems like he forgot and or didn't wanna see you so he made up an excuse a little less than a week later to not seem like a dick." You nodded, taking in the information. Bucky couldn't sense your reaction quite yet, seeing how you were just staring at the ground with your hands in your lap, swinging your legs in the air.

"I mean, I'm seeing him tonight. If everything goes well after then I'll know it really was true."

"You're seeing him again?" You nod, "But this time I'm meeting him at the fourth corner Bakery. And I'm meeting him earlier this time, around noon."

Bucky looked over at the clock, seeing it was already 10:45. "Well you better go get ready," He said almost reluctantly, "Breakfast will be done before you need to leave."

You smiled, hopping off the countertop as you gave Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Buck. You're the best!"

He smiled, but then remembered he's only making you breakfast before you go on a date with a guy who's already stood you up once. Rolling his eyes, he scrambled the eyes, listening to your music in the other room.

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You had already left for your date three hours ago when Bucky decided to go over to see Sam. His excuse was wanting to discuss the next mission they were due to go on in a week. But he just didn't want to sit at home all day, thinking about how you were on a date with another guy.

However, before he could reach Sam's he had to pass by the bakery where you were meeting Nash.

Yet when he looked through the window, there you were, sitting all alone at a table for two, eating a piece of cheesecake. No Nash in sight.

An internal war started in Bucky's mind. Should he go in and see if you were okay? Or should he believe Nash was in the bathroom and you were just sitting by yourself for a minute or two?

But then he noticed the solemn look on your face. The way your fork poked at the half-eaten cake. And that was your favorite kind. Bucky mumbled a soft curse, opening the door to the bakery and making his way over to you.

Without words, he sat down, his gloved hand resting on the table in front of your plate. You kept your head down, not quite looking at Bucky but knowing he was there.

"He didn't show, again." You mumbled. If Bucky didn't have super soldier hearing he doubted he could've heard what you had said.

"I know, doll. I'm sorry." You finally looked up, tears in your eyes which made Bucky's heart clench. "Why me, Buck? Why am I the one who's alone?" Bucky stayed silent, knowing you needed to vent.

"Am I unlovable? Is that what it is? Why does every single one of my friends get to find the one? Get to fall in love, get married, and have kids and I'm the one without someone?!" Your outburst made some other customers look over in concern.

You groaned, resting your head on your hand and hiding your face from the rest of the bakery. "I- uh, I'm not sure, doll. But I know one thing.. you're not unlovable. You just haven't found the one who wants to take the effort to show you how effortless you are to love."

You looked up at Bucky, fresh tears gleaming in your eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. He usually grumped his way through emotions. But not with you, not anymore.

He gave you a sad smile, clearing his throat before he stood, "Y'know what, doll. Let's go." He held out his hand. You looked around, "Where are we going?" Bucky took your palm in his gloved hand, "It's a surprise." You laughed, before standing and throwing the rest of your soggy cheesecake away. "You know how I feel about surprises." "Okay, I'll give you a hint." Bucky opened the door for you, making sure to walk on the side of the road with the bustling cars and traffic. Bucky called a taxi, opening the door for you. "You're about to have the best date of your life." You stared at him in awe before laughing and climbing in the taxi. Bucky's knees barely fit as he scooted in next to you. The driver asked where to go as Bucky licked his lips, "Brooklyn, please." You smiled, "Brooklyn?"

Bucky nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "I may be old but I still know some good spots to take my best girl on a date." A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked over to him. "Your best girl?" Bucky nodded, picking up your hand with his metal one before leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Always and forever, doll."

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pomegranateshrimp · 6 months

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hi!!! How are you? Could i request a James Wilson x reader were she’s at the hospital working with children (and we all know that james has a breeding kink) so like he sees her being caring with the children and gets turned on

Hi!! Tysm for being my first request, I’ve been a lil busy so this is coming out a little late I’m sorry 🩷🩷 I hope you like it!!!

A/N: (Sorry if this is too short!!) Do hospitals have play rooms for kids? They do now! Also do heads of pediatrics have time to play with kids? They do now!

CW: public sex, p in v, breeding (obviously), pet name baby

⚕️You’re going to make such a good mom.

James Wilson X Fem!Reader Smutshot

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You were head of the pediatric wing and married to your beautiful, amazing, lovely husband, James Wilson. He would always stop by your office to give you gifts and small kisses. The job could get stressful at times, and he just wanted to make sure it never got to be too hard on you. You didn’t take it for granted either, returning every kiss he gave you and repaying him for the little gifts he got you after work. Today though, he couldn’t wait.

You were working with one of the children you had been treating for the past few days, nothing too bad fortunately, he was diagnosed with diabetes. Both of you lay down in the play room as the little boy made car noises with his mouth. “Zoom!” he hummed as a hot wheel jetted across the room. Wilson was looking for you to give you your usual afternoon kisses, and because he had a particularly hard case that he wanted to talk to you about. It was really weighing on him it seemed. When he couldn’t find you in your office, he assumed you would be in the play room with one of the patients. He hadn’t often found you here, and when he did he looked at you with such adoration, but this time he looked at you with something else as he peered through the glass door of the play room. Lust. James knew he wanted kids and he knew you were the one that he’d have them with. You were so good with them after all, and he knew that, but seeing you care for kids made him hard. He wanted that so badly. He wanted to see you make his kid laugh and smile with you; and he wanted it now.

You noticed your husband peering at you through the glass, and you gave the kid the toy car you were playing with and told him you’d be right back, along with the nurse who supervised the play room as well. You pushed open the door and stood across from James.

“Hey baby I—“

Your sentence was quickly cut off by a kiss planted on your mouth. But this kiss wasn’t like how it was any other day, this kiss was needy. Hungry. He didn’t want to wait for you to finish your sentence he just wanted to fill you with his seed right now. You were still in the hospital corridor and you pulled away.

“James, can you wait until we get home?” When the kiss was sloppier, messier, hungrier, you knew he wanted more, and you weren’t sure that you could give him that in the middle of the hospital. He wasn’t happy with you pulling away, he needed you right now. He took your hand and dragged you into a corner of the hospital no one went to. The thought of being caught was still in your mind, but at this point both you and james were turned on beyond belief. He always knew what to do to get you horny.

“No.” He hissed, and you weren’t used to him speaking to you like this, but fuck you could adjust. He titled your head to the side and started marking you up, planting deep kisses on your neck as his hands wandered on your waist, he sat down on a nearby chair and pulled you into his lap. With the case he was working on now, he needed a distraction, and you were just that. “You’re so good..” he moaned onto your neck, sending vibrations down your spine, earning him a small moan back from you.

“James…” your hands found themselves moving up into his hair. His hands found themselves moving down towards your panties. He looked up at you with glimmering eyes, “Can I?” He asked. Despite your previous worries you nodded eagerly at him and a small smirk appeared on his face as he tugged your underwear to the side. Quickly, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and pulled down the waistband to his boxers. His boner sprang to his stomach and he made haste in getting himself inside of you. That was his goal. You’re off the pill, you’re ovulating, and you’re ready to be pumped full of his hot, sticky, cum.

“I think we should have kids.” He says dominantly and you nod in agreement, not wasting any time. Even though you were okay with it, and he knew, he always made sure you were accepting before he did anything.

You moan out as he pushes himself inside of you, without much warning. He covers your mouth with his hand for only a second, reminding you where you both were. The thrusts that were usually so slow and soft and patient were now eager, fast, and yearning.

His cock stretched your cunt and you tightened around him, earning small grunts in return.

“You’re gonna look so fucking gorgeous when I cum inside of you.”

Even with his already fast pace it somehow quickened, earning more muffled moans from you and heavy breaths from him. He added his thumb to your clit, circling as he thrusted, wanting to make sure you were feeling just as good as he did. In the middle of the hospital, on his lunch break, he was going to make sure your walls were painted white with his cum.

“Fuck James, you feel so fucking good.”

You clenched on him and felt a familiar knot in your stomach tighten, and he knew you were close. You both were about to finish at the same time, his throbbing cock begging to cum inside of you already.

“I’m gonna—“

“Me too baby.”

Your back arches and your legs shake; you crash into James’ shoulder and after a few minutes of heavy breathing he pulls your soaked panties back up to you and plants a small kiss to your forehead. “You’re going to make such a good mom, I know it.”

You just had to hope your kids didn’t ask how it happened in the future.

#fanfic #house md #gregory house #james wilson #oneshot #hate crimes md #headcanon #dr wilson #smutshot #smut #breeding k1nk #pediatrics #james wilson x reader

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y13evie · 9 months

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smut is tagged with ☆

harry potter:

call of duty:

könig

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simon ‘ghost’ riley

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u just wanna have fun but james is mean :(

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spider-man atsv:

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a jealous man ☆

riding miguel drabble ☆

brat ☆

hobie brown

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miles morales

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gegewrites · 10 months

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James Wilson- Pretty in Pink(smut)

I got really fucking busy and it’s only getting worse! 💃 SMUT TIME!!!

Requester- @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf (I hope you enjoy sorry for the wait)

7-19-23

Words-3.3k

Kinda edited?

Wilson’s pov-

I closed and locked the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and tomato was in the air, telling me that (y/n) cooked. I did come home a bit late, only an hour. House took my keys, wouldn't give them to me unless I looked at his patient, and then still wouldn't give them back to me. I stole them back and now I'm home, thank god, though I’m expecting him to show up at my door.

I took off my suit jacket and threw it over the couch, looking into the kitchen as I did so, (y/n) wasn't there, but food was. Then the door to the bedroom opened, the door creaks a bit so it's easy to tell which room.

"Honey?" I asked out loud hearing her steps getting closer.

"You're late." (y/n) said as she enetwred the living room, she had her long black robe on...it use to be mine. A smile crept to my lips as she walked over.

"I am so sorry, House was pinned on this diagnosis and wouldn't let me leave till I consulted the patient and did-" she cut me off, her hands coming up, holding lightly to both sides of my jaw, her lips pressed against mine. A kiss to shut me up.

"It's fine." She whispered against my lips, my hands finding their place on the curve of her waist, unconsciously pulling her closer to me. The underneath of the robe on her hips felt a little bulky, I brushed it off as her lips touched mine again. Her soft lips moving with mine, her fingertips grazing down to jaw to clasp together behind my neck. My hands moving from her waist to hold against her lower back , pulling her body against mine even closer. As I felt my pulse speed up a few beats, her fingers carded through the back of my hair, taking hold of the longer hair against my crown, pulling my lips away from hers.

"Wanna eat?" She asked, pulling away from home, her hands on my shoulders.

"What's on the stove or in front of me?" I asked, my lips curling into a slight smirk and she giggled lightly. my right hand snuck back to the front of the robe, grabbing one of the tied ends, only to be stopped by a hand now on my wrist,"come on."

"You should eat first." She suggested once more,"you said you didn't get lunch."

"I can eat later." I pulled my hand back, pulling the end of the tie. The bow tied on the front of her stomach coming undone. I kept my eyes on her, her cheeks tinting pink, and that cute sheepish smile on her face forming.

"James-" she held the robe by her chest, her right palm flat against the black fabric.

"What are you hiding?" My brow raised, smirk now turned grin plastered on my face. He gaze averted from me, now looking towards the wall. My left hand came up to grab her right wrist, pulling it away from her chest.

It fell open just the littlest bit. Showing mostly skin, put also pink fabric along her rib area and hips. Right as I was about to grab both sides of the open middle of the robe, she quickly turned around. Darting back to the bedroom.

"(y/n)!" I chuckled, quickly walking the path she took.

The door was shut, but not fully so I pushed it open. What I saw kneeling in the middle of the bed, will forever be carved into my brain. I will see it when my life flashes before my eyes.

"My God." I said in complete awe. She was in Lingerie decorated in baby pink floral lace.

The bra that cradled her breasts was baby pink, with floral lace. The lace skirted out from the band of the bra, only hanging enough to cover the top of her ribs. A gold heart kept the bra together in the front, and two small pink bows were tied where the bra straps connected to the bra in front.

She sat up more, sitting up a bit taller, moving her hands behind her back, letting me see more of the bottom piece. The panties were secure by a band around her waist, another golden heart just under her belly button holding the band in front, It was decorated with the same Lacy fabric, which was skirted out to the sides of her hips. Two smaller bands connected to it, holding onto the bit lace that covered her pussy.

"Do you like it?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Do i- psssh." My hands sat on my hips as I looked at her, I was speechless she looked so damn good,"come closer."

She crawled to the end of the bed as I walked over. she sat back on her calves, her thighs flushing out more and I couldn't wait for my head to be between them. My right hand cradled her jaw as my eyes looked her up and down. Taking in the design more clearly on the lingerie. I peaked behind her, seeing the back of the bra and panties were secured by a bow tied with a ribbon the same shade of pink.

"How long did it take you to tie those bows?" I asked, coming back to look at her gorgeous face.

"Not even two minutes. It's easy." She giggled and I shook my head.

"That's a women's skill." My thumb brushed over her pink tinted cheek and she sat up fully. her hands grazing up my sides, to her hand gliding flat along my chest to wrap her arms around my neck,”you always look so pretty in pink.”

“Its my best bedroom color.” She giggled, I felt her playing with the collar of my shirt.

“That and blue, red- you could definitely rock a neon green set-“ she cut me off with her lips, and I let my hand fall from her jaw. she wasted no time to get hot with it. My left hand sat on the curve of her back, my right hand buried into the back of her hair holding against her scalp.

She ran her hands down my chest, I felt her tug at my tie. She loosened it before she focused on the buttons of my shirt, her lips still moving quickly and perfectly with mine.

She tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her lips pulling away to bring the tie over my head, tossing it away. I unbuttoned the wrist of my sleeves as she kissed at my jaw. Her hands pressed against my chest before sliding the shirt down my arms, the white fabric dropping to the floor. her lips moved down to my neck.

My right hand sat on her hips before I took the skirted part of her panties in between my thumb, middle and index finger. Kinda felt like those decorative lace curtains your grandma has in her living room, though you could tell by the fine details and the softer feel of the lace that it wasn't cheap.

"When did you get this?" I asked as her lips neared my collar bone, my left hands creeping around to the curve of her back.

"Awhile ago. Around new years." She said against my skin. She left a final kiss on my neck before pulling away,"figured it was about time."

"So my birthday wasn't the right time?" My right hand slid up her side, I started undoing the bow on the back of the bra.

"No, that's why I just went naked for your birthday." That was an enjoyable day, we were snowed in. Nothing else to really do but watch movies and have sex.

I pulled the bra down her arms, taking a few seconds to look at it a bit more before tossing it to the floor. My attention returning back to her. I took a step back, taking a mental picture for later, which she giggled at.

“Sit on the edge.” She moved off her knees as I got down on mine. I pushed her legs open, and she leaned back on her propped arms. She moved a bit closer, almost giving me a face full of boob, which I wasn’t far from already. My hands slid along the sides of her thighs, and onto her hips.

“Pretty girl.” I placed a kiss just below her sternum. I slid my right hand behind her and grabbed and end of a ribbon, pulling the bow apart slowly.

I noticed how her left hand lightly held onto my right forearm, the way she pushed her chest closer to me as I kissed up the valley between her breasts.

“Come on James.” She urged in what was barely a whisper. My hands held onto her waist, my lips still not leaving her skin. Placing kisses on her chest, collarbones, neck, anywhere I could reach on my knees. I took her right breast in my left palm, massaging it with my finger tips as I kissed her neck, her head falling back. I pulled away, grabbed her right arm and pulled it forward. She gasped as she fell onto her back, a little giggle erupted from her.

I took hold on the waist band of the panties, she lifted her hips and I pulled them off, joining the bra on the floor. She was quick to put her legs over my shoulders, propping up onto her elbows, looking at me with a smile which no longer held any innocence, her eyes filled with lust. I could feel how hard I was getting my pants.

“This what you want, Baby?” I asked, obvious to the answer. She nodded with a hum, my hands held onto the top of her thighs. I trailed messy kisses up the inside of her left thigh, slowing down when I got closer to her pretty pussy. She dug her heel into my upper back, trying to pull me closer.

“You mind?” I looked up at her, raising my brow. She rolled her eyes and laid down on her back, her leg relaxing again. I placed a Kiss above her clit before letting my tongue dive in between her lips. Revealing just how wet she was. She rolled her hips up into me, not much, just urging me for more which I gave.

I started slow, kitten licking her clit, gaining those small whines from her throat as my tongue sped up, changing from lapping at her clit to circling it.

“Aaah James.” She sighed out, her thighs already tightening around my face. I grabbed them harder and held them a bit more open for my own sake, she can crush my head later.

I circled her core with my tongue, dipping my tongue in and then licking back up to her clit, and back to her core. She tasted sweet and heady, the type of taste you wanted to keep on your tongue.

I felt her thighs twitch lightly each time I licked her clit, so I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked at at. A broken moans ripped out of her lips, and her hand shot into my hair, her nails immediately catching at my scalp. I groaned as she tugged my hair, I still kept sucking her clit, licking it as I did so. Her thighs tight and quivering around my head. I looked up at her, propped up on her left elbow, head back, lips parted, and back arched.

I let go of her left thigh, and wasted no time on sliding my middle finger into her core, and started pumping it, I stopped sucking her clit and started circling it with my tongue again. I watched her reaction, the way she curled up, jaw dropped allowing those pleasure filled moans fill the room before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, I shot her a wink, and she collapsed back onto her back and I slid in my middle finger. Curling both as i pumped faster, making sure to hit that soft spot each time. My tongue lapped from her core to her clit, her breathing was fast and her abdomen was tightened, her walls were fluttering out my fingers, I could tell she was close. The whines that we’re able to escape from her were high pitched, definitely close.

“I-Im gonna cu-um.” Her voice shaky and volume low, i didn’t leave her. I kept licking, sucking, and pumping. I didn’t have that much of a choice, I was trapped in her thighs, though I was still keeping a firm hold on her right thigh. A long and loud whine escaped from her throat, almost like a teapot when it’s reached it boiling point. Her orgasm hit her, and she rode it out on my lower face and fingers.

I slowed down when her thighs loosened. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face and hand off and I stood up; her legs falling from my shoulders.

“You’re fantastic.” I smiled, catching my breath as she sat up fully. She didn’t say anything, she just quickly undid my belt, then the buttons, the zipper. I gathered her hair in my hand as she did so, wrapping it around my fist and then letting it go as she slid my boxers off. Complete relief. I stepped out of them, and gave my cock a few strokes, and she patted on the bed.

“I wanna ride.” She stood up and I sat down. I grabbed her hips as she straddled my lap.

“Well go ahead baby.” I ran my right hand up and down her side as she grabbed my cock, tugging it lightly as she positioned it right under her wet core. I planted my left hand behind me into the mattress as she held nto my shoulder for more support.

I watched as she lowered down onto my cock, her pussy slipping around me perfectly, . She took my tip and a bit more in one go,her walls squeezing me perfectly. She let out a whined sigh and I groaned. Both her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second when she took me fully, my tip coming in tight contact to her gspot.

“You feel sooo good.” She wasted no time to start moving. I sat forward, both hands holding her hips. She rose up to where my tip was only in before coming down halfway, back up, then down fully. She never wasted her time going slow when riding, she always kicked it right into gear.

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A few minuets later-

My hips rolled down onto James’s, my hands planted on his chest as he was laid down on the bed. My hairline, spine, and the back of my knees were damp. the inside of my thighs getting wetter. Each time I came down, his tip pressed harshly against my gspot, rubbing against it perfectly when I grinded my hips down onto his. Small moans left my open lips every time I came back down, groans snd sighs leaving his.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands giving my ass a hard squeeze before sliding back to my waist,” so good.”

He looked amazing underneath me, he always does. His hair messily finger brushed back, his abdomen muscles tightening, the way his body rolled when he bucked his hips up. His arm muscles tight, finally showing their definition.

“Jaaamess.” I sped up, planting my hands into the mattress by his head. his hands gripped my waist harder, helping to lift me up and drop me down,”oh Go-od.”

“That’s it.. wooow.” His eyes were locked on my chest, which was right over his face. My breasts swaying with the rocking of my body. He had a huge grin on his face and eyes full of lust and amazement.

“Mmmm Fu-uck.” I moaned, my eyes closing. my body was heating up now, I could feel the blush on my skin forming. My breathing was fast and shallow, matched up to the rhythm of my hips moving up and down. I could feel my head getting dizzy and my pace starting to falter,”oh god.”

“I got ya.” I gave him control as I could tell he was controlling me more then I was. Instead of keeping pace,he stopped me. Sitting up as his left arm wrapped around my lower back the other on my upper.

He stood up, I held onto his shoulders, his cock never leaving me, and then he laid me down on the bed. I held my legs around his waist and my heels dug into his lower back as I kept my grip on his shoulders. His right hand now planted at my head, his left arm still holding my lower back, keeping my hips angled to his perfect. He rolled in his hips into mine, and he looked so good doing it, it only made my orgasm approach faster.

“Faster.” I tired to grab further down his back, my nails scratching against him as his body moved. His tip punched right into my gspot, not too hard but just right. His left arm slid out from under me, his thumb making contact with my clit, rubbing it in a circle quickly which only made my legs tighten around his waist and my Nails scratch deeper, and my pussy squeeze him.

“So fucking good.” He spoke into my ear, his breath hot against my shoulder and neck,”squeezing me tight.”

My back arching up more to him, almost spasming, I felt was wall fluttering around him, my core tightening, and my moans Basically uncontrollable but I tried to keep them down.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonnafuckingcum!” My nails digging into his back, he sharply inhaled and groaned out the breath in response.

“Give it to me baby, give it to me.” His tone low and lust soaked. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He kept fucking me as my orgasm crashed through me, my eyes clamped shut, mouth stuck open as moans and gasps came from it.

He groaned my name, his left hand now grabbing my thigh as his pace slowed down just a bit, rhythm a little more messy. I felt his cum shoot into me, mixing with mine and I felt it drip down my ass and coat the immediate areas of my thighs and lips.

He slowed down after a minute or so, making sure he fucked us both through our highs. I held his back tightly and he came down onto his forearm. I gasped for air into his shoulder and felt his breath against my neck. Iight scrapped up his back and into his hair, just holding the back of his scalp before sliding down to his neck. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder as he pulled out of me, I felt more cum drip down my ass and onto the comforter below me.

“Exactly what I fucking needed.” He said as he laid down on his back next to me. I rolled onto my side, resting on my left forearm.

“I hoped so.” I smiled, leaning on to press a kiss to his chest, my right hand sitting on his ribs. I felt his right hand against my upper back,”will you go eat now?”

“After, gotta clean you up first.” His left hand came and held my cheek and rolled my eyes as a smile overtook my lips,”pretty girl.”

“Shut up…” I shook my head as I sat up,”you sexy fuck.”

#gegewrites #fanfiction #smut writer #dr house smut #house md #house md smut #james wilson #dr.wilson fanfic #james wilson smut #dr. wilson

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lust4life01 · 8 months

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Go Go dancin (Part 2)

Warnings!! 18+ stripping, threesome, oral (m, receiving), praising/degrading language, penetration maybe more idk.

pairing: Greg House x f/Reader x James Wilson

The air in the Hotel room was heavy, mixed with the breeze slipping through the slightly open window, it was more than just the room temperature rising.

Wilson was laid down on the bed with you straddles around his hips. Your lips were intertwined tightly as you made out passionately, making both you (mainly Wilson) let out moans that were semi silenced due to your connected tongues.

You break the ever lasting kiss and turn your head to the side while slowly undoing Wilson’s belt. You trail your eyes over to House, who was sat in the corner of the room in an arm chair. With a drink in hand, his eyes stuck to yours, dark and heavy with lust.

Smiling innocently at him as you continued to work on the belt. Wilson’s heaving chest below you let out a few deep breaths as House’s gaze followed every curve and inch of your body.

“You gonna join us baby? It’s getting a little lonely.” You ask sweetly while holding his stare.

Without saying a word, he stood up from the chair and slowly walked towards you after placing his glass on the side table. You stopped your attempt of completing taking off Wilson’s pants and followed House with your eyes as he made his way over to you.

Now towering over you, he took his pointer finger under your chin and his thumb into your cheek, pulling your face up to look at him.

“mhm, such a pretty slut.” He hummed

Wilson, who was now feeling slightly protective over you couldn’t help but feel the need to defend you.

“House, don’t call her that” He sighed out.

“Why not. She fucking loves it.”

you had turned your head slightly from his grip and had taken his thumb into your mouth.

“Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

He questioned as you nodded your head, sucking on his thumb before slowly letting go.

You sat up on your knees in front of him, letting your lips linger, tempting him, but as you he came closer you swerved your head away before your lips could connect. Instead falling down to Wilson’s who was now leaning up on his arms.

Wilson flipped you over, now pinning you underneath him, he broke the kiss and looked deeply into your eyes.

“What do you want (y,n)? Anything you want? just say it.”

He asks nearly repeating exactly what you said to him in the club.

“I want you to fuck my throat, James” flicking your eyes up to House who was still stood at the side of the bed, you bit your lip before continuing.

“And I want House to touch me.”

Wilson smiled at you and nodded his head. House grabbed the chair from other side of the room and dragged it to where he was standing seconds ago. Sinking into it, he ordered you to sit in front of him on the edge of the bed. As you obeyed he wrapped his palm around your neck and pulled you into a wet and desperate kiss.

You let out a whimper at the feeling of his rough beard and veiny hands caressing you.

“Fuck, been waiting to do that all night.” He breathed out.

Wilson was now lying down behind you, pulling off his pants and underwear, patiently waiting.

House stopped kissing you and with a dominating look he ordered you to turn around and sit and on your hands and knees.

Doing as you were told you were now face to face with Wilson’s raging hard on.

“Jesus James, where have you been hiding that all night” you tease, making his cheeks turn as red as his pulsating tip.

You lick him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth.

“ugh (y,n), fuck” he groaned out, firmly keeping his hands in your hair.

As you worked your tongue around Wilson’s length you felt House’s big hands grab your arse. Your skimpy clothes has been thrown off as soon as you had gotten through the door, leaving you in your underwear that House was now toying with.

He moved your panties to the side and ran his pointer and middle finger through your folds.

The small room was now filled with Wilson’s heavy breathing and whimpers from the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around him tightly. As Houses finger’s collected your wetness and plunged his fingers into you, your muffled dirt moans were now adding to the filthy sounding room.

Houses fingers thrusting in and out of you, he would have had you crying out if you didn’t have Wilson’s cock buried deep in your throat.

That was until House placed a harsh smack to your arse cheek, which had you let out a pathetic moan despite your mouth being occupied.

“Dirty girl. You like it rough?” House asked, increasing the speed of his fingers.

You nodded your head vigorously as you pushed back onto his fingers, feeling them hit the right spot inside you.

You worked harder on Wilson, sucking his tip as your hand jerked him from his base.

Wilson who was a groaning mess was on the verge of coming, “Uh god, I’m gonna come soon, shit”

Upon hearing that House reached his other hand around to your clit and rubbed you roughly.

Seconds later both you and Wilson were coming, praises spilled from Wilson’s lips as he came, gripping your hair hard.

House watched the cum spill from your cunt as his fingered fucked you through your high.

Releasing Wilson’s length with a pop you wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

You turned around to House who was now tasting you from his fingers.

“Wilson, come get a taste.” He smirked and Wilson made his way over, licking the back of your pussy, collecting your juices with an exaggerated hum.

You whined at the sensation from pain and pleasure and backed off of his doctors tongue.

Now lying down on your back, trying to slow your heavy breathing, House glared down at you. You were so beautiful, the way you were laid out on the bed with your chest rising and falling had him hooked to you. He needed you. To feel himself inside of you.

As you laid, you realised both you and James had been on the receiving end of pleasure but House hadn’t. You sat up and stared at him staring at you. You break first, taking time to look at the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans.

Without saying anything you crawled over to him and kissed him.

You pulled at his bottom lip as he chased you through the prolonged embrace. Looking into his bright blue eyes you could see the desperation practically pouring out of them.

You broke away and unzipped his jeans, taking them off completely, leaving him in his underwear. As you were slipping his t-shirt over his head to the floor he started to fully remove your panties.

You saw his leg, you didn’t know why or how it looked like that but there was something about it that was kinda sexy. You payed his leg no attention though, not wanting to embarrass him, you climbed onto his lap.

“Can I take this off?” He asks toying with the clasp of your bra

“Well that might cost you extra House”

you tease and kiss him again, as he takes off your bra leaving you completely venerable to his eyes.

Not the first time but still.

He kisses your chest hungrily and you grind down on his boxers, your pussy dying for some friction.

“Easy Tiger” he chuckles out

“House, please just fuck me” The pathetic tone makes him smile as he frees himself from his boxers and teases your entrance.

Just as you were about to cry out and beg him to stop teasing you, you were met with soft kisses along your back and large hands placed onto your hips.

“I think that’s enough teasing now House, she’s been a good girl.” Wilson says while smothering your spine in affection.

House pushing inside of you without warning. You scratch at his back as he starts to thrust himself into you like there’s no tomorrow.

House grunts, his back now accumulated long red streaks in all direction.

“Mhm riding me so well” he slips out with placing a hand on the back of yours head.

The feeling of him inside of you, the comforting kisses left on your back and Houses praises were going to send you over the edge quickly.

Especially when House spat on to his fingers and began to rub at your sensitive clit.

“Shit Greg I’m gonna fucking cum-“

That was the only time you’d called him Greg. Not even when he first told you to call him Greg. The way you said his name replayed in mind as he continued you slam into you. Did you do that on purpose?

The coils in your stomach snapped and you came again, squeezing your walls around House? Which made him follow very shortly after.

As you both overcame your highs you pressed your head into his chest and sat in silence.

After a couple seconds of the room being silent Wilson spoke up.

“Thanks for forcing me into a strip club House.”

#house md #greg house #greg house smut #james wilson smut #greg house x reader #lust4life01

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thotthumb · 27 days

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anyways I will be writing purely self indulgent works about a medical professional with big dumb brown doe eyes in the future 🫡

#house md #james wilson #James Wilson smut #thotthumb #house md smut #smut #please give me this man rn #not a request but a demand

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 7 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

organized fanfic with links to chapters, for easier access (ongoing)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

Clash in the Court

The Losing Team

Start Of Something Better... or Worse?

Shadows of the Past

Not Again

Strange Thoughts

Into the Ring

Union Allies

Bitter Company

Innocent Get What They Deserve

Mixing Business

Coffee Delusions

Crack in the Walls

Back when it all made Sense

Karma is a...

Breaking rules is fun (and dangerous)

The Big Call

Unexpected Encounter

Things are about to change

Old Friends, New Beginnings

Jealousy, Jealousy

In the Blood

Smoking Day

Time is a Fragile Thing

King's Right Hand

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night

Deadly Dance

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night, pt. 2

World on Fire

I don't want to be a part of this

Grasping the Straws

Better if you Do

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 1

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 2

Man-Eater

Interlude

bad idea, right?

Poisonous Affair

Nelson v Murdock

running away is all I know

Guilty Crimes

Field Day

my world was falling apart

The ones we left behind

not the best lawyer, but a goddamn good criminal

Daredevil

All 'thanks' to the Devil

this might've been just a dream, right?

Another night in Hell's Kitchen

of first dates and men

Bang

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sophieshyacinthgarden · 29 days

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Bad Things Can Be Good For You

Summary: A distraught Bucky goes into the Avengers kitchen after a string of nightmares only to be greeted by your company…

Warnings: Angst, Talk of Trauma, Unrequited Love-ish, Slight Smut, Mutual Pining, and Sad Bucky

Authors Note: This is My First Published Fanfic so Wish Me Luck and Please give a Read and Feedback <3

Bucky is shirtless and is in the kitchen because of a nightmare but he doesn't want to admit it. You had gotten up out of bed after you heard him screaming and couldn't sleep knowing that he was scared.

You are a new Avenger and everyone seems to like you expect Bucky. He tends to always give you rude looks. You decide to walk up to him in the kitchen in the middle of the night. “What do you want doll?” Bucky rudely asks, sitting atop a marble counter top.

“Nothing, I simply heard you screaming and was wondering if you were okay,” you reply grabbing a glass of water, attempting to defuse the tension. You leave it on the counter to turn to face him.

“It was just a dream nothing’s wrong,” Bucky mumbles while not even bothering to look at you. His tone is a little hostile so you know he doesn’t want to talk yet you keep pushing.

“You know I won’t judge right? You can tell me anything,” you grab his arm reassuringly and look at him with a look of pure concern.

Bucky flinches for a second as if he was afraid of you touching him but quickly plays it off,” I said it was nothing I know you won’t judge. I’m not that stupid.”You sense a little sarcasm and hostility as he says this. Deep down you know it’s not personal Bucky doesn’t like sharing his feelings or emotions with anyone.

He was trying to fight his internal demons alone and that was how he was going to do it. If he’d done it for over seventy years he wasn’t going to stop now.

“You don’t have to be afraid… trust me just this once,” you say hoping he would listen.

Bucky stays silent for a second you could tell he wasn’t sure about whether to trust you or not despite your constant attempts, but then he spoke. “You said you wouldn’t judge right?

“Of course, I would never. I swear,” you tell him and when you swear to something you mean it.

“Fine…” He says finally agreeing to tell you everything and takes a deep breath; and then he starts talking,” I just had one of THOSE dreams…”

Your immediate response was something like “like a wet dream” but yo decided not to say it due to the current circumstances. So instead you opted for the safe option,”Oh, what do you mean?”

“The one where I remember the past… where I remember the Winter Soldier.” Bucky says his voice in a little hushed whisper where a wave of sadness takes over his face as he talks.

You looked at him compassionately,”You’re past is behind you, you’re not that person anymore.”

“I know…I know. That’s what everyone says, that’s what Steve says, but I don’t know if it’s true,”Bucky replies with a sigh. He’s usually a confident person but right now you can tell he was starting to tear up.

The nightmares of those times always hurt more. Bucky never wanted to cry that was not who he was now, he was strong not weak. What was once a rough exterior was now littered with cracks and chips like an antique vase. The past haunted Bucky everyday, as though it was a ghost of his past self.

You wipes away his tears and grab his face lovingly,”You are everything to me and I know I don’t show it but it’s true.” And it really is from the moment you met Bucky you were enamored by his rough persona yet loving interior. And yes it pained you so that he would never look at you the safe but instead he looked at you with disgust.

Bucky stays silent for a second still trying to fight the waterworks, you can still see a few tears rolling down his face. The words were a little unexpected he didn't know what to say but he knew he liked it but again he didn't want to say that. Bucky tried to move your hands away from him.

“You don't mean that...." he said in a low voice, his tone is hostile once again just like before.

“Of course I do,” you say with uttermost seriousness.

“You’re just saying that,” he says he’s trying to play it off but it’s not working at all, this is probably the most he’s shared about his past with anyone but Steve. Yet there was still a lot he didn’t want to admit.

“I’m no good… You shouldn’t like me. It will only bring you down,” Bucky says but it is not his normal sarcastic and hostile tone. It’s in a low his, almost disappointed tone.

You cross your arms over your chest,”Well maybe I like what’s not good for me.”

You see a small smirk form on Bucky’s mouth as you say that, Bucky’s usual personality is back but now you can tell he’s in a better mood. He was actually somewhat happy now, though he had no idea why. “You like bad boys huh?” he asks in a teasing voice. It’s not the tone you normally hear from him yet you can’t help but find it undeniably attractive.

“Maybe,” you smile coyly,” I think they balance me out.”

“So you think of me as a bad boy..” he says in a low chuckle. His tone has definitely lightened. Bucky usually never showed much emotion before now but for some reason he can’t resist it with you.

You move closer to him,”Possibly… and it well really riles me up if you know what I mean.”

A real grin finally forms on Bucky’s face as he chuckles again, he was a bit surprised that you liked his “bad side.” “So you really like my bad side then.”

“I’d say so,” you reply.

“You’d only say so?” Bucky teased yet he said it in his sarcastic voice again,”Is that all I am to you, just a bad boy?”

You shake your head,”No you’re a beautiful, tortured human being.”

Bucky stayed silent for a second he was once again not expecting you to say that. No one in his life had ever said anything like that to him before. He felt his face start to get warm. He was trying to hide his facial expressions by acting like he was nonchalant. “Oh yeah? Is that so?” He says as he tried to hide his blush.

“Yes it is,” you say.

Bucky wasn’t sure how to act he was a bit flustered and well he didn’t want to admit it. He was never used to receiving any kind of kindness. “Why are you saying these things to me? No one else ever tells me this.” he asks looking at the floor avoiding your eyes.

“Because I love you,” you tell him, throwing all caution to the wind.

Bucky stays silent for a minute his jaw dropped…he thought he heard that but he wanted you to say it again so that he can make sure he’s not hearing things wrong. “You..You love me?”

“I love you,” you say once again.

Bucky’s jaw is still dropped he didn’t think he was actually hearing this. What you were saying was just too good to be true. Again Bucky wanted to know if he heard you correctly so he decided to ask the question again. “You LOVE me?” Bucky says it’s still really hard for him to believe.

You laugh,”Yes, but do you love me?”

Bucky stayed silent for a bit not sure if he wanted to say the true answer out loud it was still crazy to him. What if he actually did say yes, What if you were just messing with him? Bucky couldn’t take that chance. “Maybe?” he mumbles his tone changing drastically.

You looked at the floor defeated, and upset. “No..!” Bucky says immediately as he notices that his sarcastic tone made you sad,”I mean..yes of course yes I do.” He says it really fast and then turns away from you. Bucky couldn’t care have you see how red his face is.

You grab his arm quickly and kiss him passionately turning him to face you. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as you grab him and kiss him, he was caught completely off guard he thought you were just going to have a conversation but now he was being kissed by the girl he’s secretly been pining over since she was recruited. Not that he was complaining, he wanted to continue. Although he didn’t want to show it so he stayed still.

“Come on Sargent, you have to admit that you feel something right now,” you groan into his ear. You feel him beginning to push into your thigh, slightly moaning at the use of his official title.

“Shut up.” Bucky mumbles he was starting to blush again. The urge to kiss you back was very strong right, so he decided to act on it.

Feeling confident you whisper,”Make me.”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment then he let out a smirk. You saw the usual sarcastic and hostile tone return to his face. “You really want me to?” he says while holding your hands tightly, he was definitely going to make you shut up.

“Yes, I’ve never seen wanted anything more in my life. Make me not able to walk,”you reply.

“Oh is that really what you want,” he says his tone is now very flirty,”I may even do more then that,” Bucky says as his grin gets wider.

“Do your worst,” you reply.

Bucky smiles as he moves in a little closer, his face is only inches away from yours now. His gaze meets yours one hand releases your other hand and goes around your back holding you tightly to him. The hand that isn’t holding you is moving up slowly from your waist up to your neck.

As you make out, you tug his hair slightly. A small shiver goes down his spine when you pull his hair and he moves closer to you. Bucky couldn’t explain it but he liked it.

You begin to kiss down his neck leaving small marks,”What’s wrong solider? Cat got your tongue?”

Bucky was trying his best not to show any of his emotions right now but it was difficult he was feeling things he’s never felt before. His breathing got a little heavier as you began to kiss his neck and leave small marks. You can tell his heart was beating fast as he was starting to get hot around his chest.

“You know what I can get a glass of milk later,” a voice says,”Y’all can continue to do whatever this is.”

You both detach from each other and turn around to find a shocked and slightly traumatized Sam Wilson. “It’s not what you think it is,” you say desperately.

“Ummm… what she said,” Bucky quickly replies becoming well aware to the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt and has a string hickeys down his neck.

“Yeah sure. But maybe next time preferably you don’t do this in our shared kitchen space? Since this is where people eat? Eat food? Like a family?” Sam tells you guys,”Thank you. Have a good rest of your night.” He turns and leaves as soon as he had appeared. Without his glass of milk in hand fully prepared to tell everyone in the tower tomorrow; well maybe except Peter since he was a child and an annoying little shit according to Sam.

You begin to regain your composure and point to the hall awkwardly,”So, I’m going to go now.”

Before you can leave Bucky grave your arm and whispers in your ear,”We can continue this tomorrow Angel.” He gives you one last wink and you retreat to your bedroom.

Wow. Bucky Barnes was going to be the death of you.

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