#House MD requests

[ipukebabies]

Requests open!!!

Pairings I'll write for:

Marvel: Wade Wilson x Vanessa Carlysle (based off MCU); Wade Wilson x Piotr Rasputin; Miles Morales x Hobie Brown DC: Raven x Starfire; Terra x Starfire; Cyborg x Jinx; Beast Boy x Raven House MD: Gregory House x James Wilson; Allison Cameron x Amber Volakis

!These are not all my OTPs, simply the ships I am comfortable writing for! I miiiight consider doing other pairings if asked, but I hold no guarantee.

Characters I'll write X Reader of: Marvel: Spider Noir (Spiderverse); George Stacy; Thanos DC: Robin

Again, may do other characters if asked to do so.

What I will NOT write: Rape/Dubcon; situations involving animals/bestiality; ChildxAdult; Somnophilia; or simply anything that makes me feel uncomfortable. Thanks for reading, I hope you guys have some fun suggestions!!! Have a nice day!!!!!

[grumpoww]

Married Hilson 🗣️🗣️

[choco-worms]

Can you do House, Wilson and the ducklings on a road trip to a medical conference ?

The true American experience is a 8+ hour roadtrip. Chase is desperately trying to convince them to stop at a Buc-ee's.

[dendrogynous]

who up obsessing with they homosexuality?? 🤨

your hilson kissboys have arrived, @w3mb13r

[godjustkys]

bet I love Chase. Okay, consider Chase who's stuck defending himself to the team that he is not gay.. at all. But despite all that, he's still spending way too much time with the sweet, friendly doctor in another unit who nobody would suspect because he's just this typical small dork. Who may or may not be busy fucking Chase during lunch hours

THEME: chase denying the ‘accusations’ whilst actually taking it up the ass. seriously.

CHARACTER: male reader x robert chase

NOTE: THIS IS SO STUPID I FUCKING LOVE IT

this is after I've written it and I might've forgotten the ‘who nobody would suspect’ part... also it's very short D:

p.s. requests are always open!!

WARNING: light mention of hilson,, light exhibitionism,, public sex,, pathetic chase,, light praise,,

“no,” chase protested. “no, seriously, I’m not— into men. like I’m not gay.” cameron chuckled as she shook her head, foreman just raising his eyebrows, clearly not believing him. “yeah, and i haven’t fucked wilson.” house spoke up, leaning on his cane. this statement earned concerned glances from the trio. “i mean it’s a lie. you’re a big fat liar,” house said flatly. chase sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “i’m not gay!” he protested once more, trying to convince them. “i have literally had sex with cameron?” chase suggested, almost incredulously. “woah, stop right there, don’t bring me into this,” cameron raised her hands in surrender, narrowing her eyes. “okay, okay, you’re not gay, we believe you,” foreman said unconvincingly, looking through the file. “except we don’t,” house spoke up again. “mind telling me who the pretty guy is?” he asked.

“what?” chase questioned dumbly. “the pretty guy. look, i can appreciate a man’s beauty, alright? now tell us who's the guy you've been having lunch with.” house cleared up. the blonde just blinked, swallowing hard. “him? he’s— he’s just a friend,” he reasoned, trying to keep his voice steady. “uh-huh, i thought wilson and house were friends, but apparently they fucked,” foreman butted in, looking over at house, clearly worried. “excuse me, we did what?” wilson, now standing in the doorway, questioned. “stay quiet, honey, we’re trying to figure out some manly business.” house told wilson off, shooing him away with his hand.

“when have we fucked?—”

“i said stay quiet, honey, chase over here has to tell us who he is having lunch with.” house cut his best friend off, sending him a dissatisfied glare. chase stood up with a huff. “this is ridiculous,” he said. “i’m takin’ a break.” the blonde added, walking out of the office, past a very confused wilson. house, of course, called after the man. “give him a kiss and tell him i said hi!”

“mmh— mh— mphhh!” the noises were lewd, so filthy, yet muffled by your hand. chase's hands were on the wall, grasping at nothing. his head tilted back slightly, eyes screwed shut. “shh, c’mon, chase, quiet..” you cooed softly in his ear, your cock stretching chase's hole deliciously. the blonde’s chest was heaving, his back arched. you snapped your hips forward - deeper, earning a gasp from chase. you didn’t trust him to keep his noises down. “atta boy, jus’ like that,” you added in a whisper, your hot breath hitting the shell of his ear. “nghh- mmm! mhh, mh, mhh—” the noises continued to spill nonstop. your free hand was on his ass, kneading the flesh as you pounded into him. you did your best to minimize the noises of skin slapping against skin, just in case anyone walked by the janitor’s closet.

chase leaned his forehead against the wall, letting out a soft sob against your hand. eventually, you took your hand off, letting him take a proper breath. he inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily. “god— ughh, fuck, yes, keep going...” he whined, his voice hushed and breathless. “you sound- amazing,” you rasped out, pressing a kiss to the back of his bare shoulder, slowing your pace to steady, languid yet deep motions, prodding at his prostate with your tip. “hhh..hahh.. ahh— shit..” chase moaned sweetly, managing to keep his voice lower than usual. he shifted on his feet slightly, trying to find better leverage. he started rolling his hips back to meet yours, groaning quietly each time he did. “you’re not scared, are you? of getting caught?” you inquired, pressing your nose to his hair and inhaling his scent. he didn’t find his voice quick enough, therefore he answered you with a small shake of his head. in truth, he was. he was scared shitless; especially of house. house had caught him with cameron once, who’s to say he won’t do it again with you?

“pretty sure- it violates workplace etiquette.” you reminded him. he moaned softly in response to you. clearly, work etiquette was not on his mind right now. he couldn't care less. chase was close, you could tell by his taut back muscles. it was a thing you noticed with these quickies which seemed to be happening more often than not. “ah, you close, baby?”

“ah- mhmm, jus’.. jus’ keep goin’..” his voice was a little slurred.

“at your service, pretty.” you said as you leaned your forehead against the back of chase’s head, moving both of your hands to his hips, grasping lightly. you sped up your pace slightly, just watching as your cock disappeared into his tight hole. he clenched around you, a moan getting punched out of his throat. a broken whimper followed suit, his thighs trembling as he came; white ropes of cum dripping down his cock. a couple moments later, you did as well. it was a pretty easy cleanup, considering you were wearing a condom - so, no creampie unfortunately.

chase walked back into the office, now, only house present. he had sent the others off to treat a patient.

“what is it with you and closet sex?” house asked bluntly, his eyebrows furrowed in faux confusion.

oh no.

[wouldgaysexfixthem]

would gay sex fix them?

[spro-o]

Okay hear me out

T4T Chase and Foreman with their wonderful wife Cameron. Supportive gf in the midst of her boyfriend's transitioning 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I have not considered trans Foreman before this, but I do throughly enjoy this idea :3c

both of them now have immense tboy swag 🙏

[irldenji]

house... and wilson ones.. seperately and together please.. pack...

!!

[babyboywilson]

house picked up the bowling ball, swinging it lazily back and forth without actually letting it go. “you know i’m going to beat you again.”

wilson raised his eyebrows. “why don’t we make things interesting, then?”

“go on,” house probed, placing the bowling ball into the rack.

they’d played four games already. there was a collection of empty beer bottles on the table and a mostly-empty plate of nachos. house had shed his jacket two games ago, and wilson had unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt during the last game.

at some point, house couldn’t tell when, they’d gone from sitting at opposite ends of the bench seat to slouching against each other.

even now, wilson was staring up at him from the bench seat with a lopsided grin, his eyes darting up and down house’s body in a deliberate move. wilson licked his lips before answering. “loser has to kiss the winner,” he said with a smirk, like it was the best idea he’d ever had.

house- one, okay, maybe three beers too many- thought this was a brilliant idea. he’d win, again, and wilson would be the one kissing him. house liked this plan a lot.

“you’re on,” house grinned, picking up his ball again and moving up towards the lane.

breathing in deep, house brought the ball up to his eyes, squinted his gaze down towards the pins, and released the ball. it rolled down the center of the lane at speed, rolling rolling rolling, and veered off to the side at the last second. one pin fell over.

wilson snorted out a laugh. “starting off strong, house.”

house muttered under his breath, reaching out to pick up his ball again. deep breath. in and out. aim the ball. down the middle.

the ball soared through the air, hit the lane, and rolled towards the edge. the ball struck three pins.

“shit,” house hissed.

when house turned around, he caught the gleeful expression on wilson’s face. “that… was excellent. do it again.”

house sighed and collapsed down on the seat next to wilson. “go fuck yourself.”

wilson’s hand patted at house’s thigh, and house felt a shiver dart down his spine. “don’t need to. not when you’re about to owe me a kiss.”

house watched in pained horror as wilson stepped up, took a deep breath, and sent his bowling ball down the lane.

eight.

“yes!” wilson cheered, clapping his hands together in glee.

house slumped down in the seat. a minute later, he bit back another curse as the bowling ball hit the two remaining pins.

wilson dropped down onto the seat next to house with a wicked grin. “spare! beat that!”

determined, house snagged his bowling ball and took his turn.

five.

god fucking dammit.

wilson laughed hysterically.

every turn, the gap between their scores widened.

the harder house tried to hit the pins, the worse his scores got.

the better wilson played, the more he flirted with house.

by the time their last turn came around, house knew he was done for. he was down by almost 30 points. he’d need at least two strikes to catch up.

watching the ball roll down the lane was almost agonizing, and when only six pins fell down, house accepted his fate. he’d lost, and now he’d be the one kissing wilson.

wilson crowed it victory, knowing he’d won the game by default. dancing his way up towards house, wilson grinned as he beckoned at house with his hands. “you lost. pay up.”

“yeah, yeah, shut up,” house mumbled, snagging wilson’s shirt collar and drawing him in for a chaste kiss. he pulled back a second later, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth in order to prevent himself from doing something stupid like holding wilson close and kissing him like he really wanted to. but house knew that wasn’t what wilson wanted. this was just a game to wilson; a bet that wilson was using to embarrass house.

but wilson shook his head, surprisingly stepping closer into house’s space. “oh no, that didn’t count.”

“yes it did. you won. i kissed you. a deals a deal.”

“that wasn’t a kiss,” wilson said. and then wilson’s hand was on house’s waist, and house felt that shiver dart down his spine again. “kiss me like you mean it.”

house was too drunk for this. too drunk to keep those hidden feelings buried.

this time, house drew wilson in slowly. when their lips met, wilson sighed into the kiss. house felt his knees go weak, and he gripped hold of wilson’s shirt tighter.

wilson leaned in closer, their mouths slotting together as wilson’s tongue grazed over house’s lower lip. house let out a stuttering gasp, and wilson took the opportunity to slide his tongue into house’s mouth.

it didn’t matter anymore that house was supposed to be the one kissing wilson. all that mattered was wilson was there, overwhelming all of house’s senses; kissing house just as enthusiastically as house was kissing him.

when they broke apart, both breathing in sharp lungfuls of air, wilson had a dopey grin on his face. house rolled his eyes, and wilson huffed out a laugh; stealing another kiss.

it didn’t really matter that he’d lost the game. house had won in the end, anyway.

[kittenlittle24]

Picture this

Request by anon (hope this reaches you!): a house fic where there is an age gap between them but they have a lot in common like taste in music stuff and Can you possibly make the reader an artist in her free time.

Gifs never mine, likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Diagnostic Department. It was the last department in your rotation. All you needed to do was to survive a week under Dr. House and get him to sign off your hours.

You were standing in the entrance to the patient room, stethoscope around your neck and the case file in your hands as you watched House played the opening bars from "I Don't Like Mondays". You tilted your head as the patient copied him perfectly. He has perfect pitch.

The patient seemed to be in excellent health, but House wants him to stay. House starts playing a piece he once started to compose, and the patient finishes it.

“Try Baba O’riley next.” You suggested which made House turn sharply to look at you.

“Intern, go be useful in the clinic. Use my name on anything you sign.”

With a sigh and an eye roll you turned and left to follow his orders.

Somehow you were surprised Dr Cuddy didn’t see you working in the clinic instead of being with the rest of the diagnostic team. Or possibly you were certain you’d get caught covering for the department head.

Four exhaustingly, boring hours and too many hysterical patients later, you were finally in front of your locker in the doctors lounge, gathering you belongings to go home. You opened the locker to grab your coat.

“Heard Wilson purchased one of your paintings.”

You jumped slightly upon hearing his voice, but continued as you were, only humming in answer. You lifted your hair from inside your coat. Opening your purse you fished your hours paper and held it out to House.

“Could you do us both a favor and sign this?”

Looking at the paper, he tilted his head and pursed his lips, “How is signing your departure good for me?”

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes went wide, “You been treating me like crap, you didn’t let me sit in on a single case, just used me as your personal assistant.”

Moving to lean against the counter behind him, he chuckled, “I also let you cover my hours in the clinic.”

Shoving the paper against his chest, “Sign this so I won’t have to come back here Monday.”

Taking the paper, “I’ll sign this if you agree to go out with me.”

With a sigh you agreed.

That was a year ago, since then you finished your internship and started your residency in cardiology as well as moved to live with Dr Gregory House.

You woke up to an empty bed, frowning you rubbed your face before leaving the warm space. You walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and saw your boyfriend naked in front of the fridge.

“Is there coffee?” You asked.

He looked at you, slightly confused, “You’re not surprised I’m naked?”

Taking his half filled mug from where it was sitting on the counter, you took a sip and shook your head, “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Please get dressed or at least put underwear on before Cameron arrives.”

Leaning to kiss his cheek before you placed the mug in the sink and went to get ready.

He quickly followed you back to the bedroom, “Why is Cameron coming?”

Picking clothes and setting them on the bed, “She saw my painting in Wilson’s office, she asked if she can buy one herself, she’s stopping before work to pick it up.”

“And you told her to come here? To my apartment?”

Looking up at him, you tossed him a pair of boxers, “Ours, yes.”

He sat down on the bed to put his underwear on, “Does she know we both living here?”

You paused your actions and came to kneel between his legs, “Are you worried that she might comment on your relationship?”

“Having a hard time concentrating on your words when you’re down there.”

Placing your hands on his cheeks, “Greg, she’s younger than you and didn’t have any problem trying to pursue you, I do-“

“And you are younger than her and on that she’ll have plenty to say.”

Your thumbs stroked back and forth on the apple of his cheek before you rose just enough to kiss him deeply.

“I don’t care if or what anyone that isn’t you says on our relationship. Frankly, I’m surprised you do, it’s kind of a big reason why I’m into you.”

“So me being a jerk turns you on?“

Laughing , you kissed him again, “Don’t push it old man.”

He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to lie down on top of him before flipping you to be underneath you, “I’ll show you, old man.”

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Thoughts on how reader would fluster Wilson?

*rubs hands together evilly* oh, I have plenty of thoughts on this anon, believe me

How the reader would fluster James Wilson

Warnings: the reader is a massive flirt, Wilson's very easily flustered (which is a surprise to no one), very mild swearing, I'm pretty sure that's it

Honestly it's not very difficult to get this man flustered at all. Yes he's a manwhore, but he can get a little shy at times, especially if it's with someone who's being incredibly forward with their advances

Something as simple as an innocent touch or a playful compliment will have him blushing enough as it is, but if you're actively trying to get him flustered then he'll be much less composed

Innocent touches on his back or arm end up lasting longer than they probably should, and playful compliments come across as a lot more pointed and sincere

Wilson won't protest much even if he does feel uncomfortable with a person's advances (*cough* because he's a massive people pleaser *cough*) but assuming he feels comfortable with you he'll most likely just brush it off as you being overly friendly and try to ignore the way his face heats up whenever you act flirtatious

Speaking of being flirtatious, please flirt with this man. There's a good 50/50 that he'll actually reciprocate with a flirty comment of his own, but even if he doesn't it's so fun to see him stammer over his words as he tries to come up with a response

Another surefire way to make his face turn red while getting him all tongue tied is to be physically affectionate. He's definitely touch starved, even after being married three different times (though to be fair he didn't really spend any time with his wives so that's probably one of the reasons why)

Give him random hugs, fiddle with his tie, mess with his hair, etc. After a while he gets used to it but that still won't stop a faint blush from rising on his cheeks when it happens

He might lightheartedly complain about it but if you offer to stop then he'll take it as a threat more than a suggestion and won't bring it up again, even if he'd rather you not wrap your arms around him while he's trying to speak with a patient

And if you happen to surprise him one day with a kiss? Oh boy. It could be as brief and casual as possible and he'll still stand there for several minutes afterwards trying to figure out what the hell just happened

Want to get him really flustered? Wear something revealing. If you're fem presenting, a short skirt and stockings will do the trick, and if you're masc presenting then a tight button up and rolled up sleeves will work perfectly. Even better if you do both or switch between the two

He'll try to pretend like he doesn't notice but it's obvious he does from the not-so-subtle looks he sends your way and how he quickly looks away if you notice he's staring. Don't even bother asking him about it, as he'll just play dumb and change the subject instead of giving you a real answer, not that you need one

Lord help him if you decide to "accidentally" drop something and have to bend down in order to pick it back up again. That's one of the few times he'll forget his manners completely and just watch you in awe. Asking if he "likes what he sees" directly afterwards is almost certain to give him a heart attack, but I suggest you do it anyway. You know, for fun

End notes: I promise I'm working on my other Wilson requests you guys I didn't forget about them I swear

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[meanodeano]

Hey could I get a little hilson sketch :]

your friendly neighbourhood idiots

[grumpoww]

House has the highest bid, don't tell anyone

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[choco-worms]

more Cuddy… pls.. Cuddy… 💔💔

She is the woman ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for requesting!!

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[godjustkys]

Hey, I'm deadly OBSESSED with Robert Chase. You're the only person I've seen write him with a top male reader 💔 It's killing me. Would you be willing to write something soft, steamy, and passionate with him after a long day at work? Something with body worship, maybe? I honestly think that guy is very into gentle and loving sex tbh but maybe that's just me. Thank you in advance!

SYPNOSIS: fucking chase slow and good after a long day of work

CHARACTER: male reader x robert chase

NOTE: i wrote this pretty quick my bad gang 💔

p.s. requests are always open!!

WC: 1.1k

WARNING: light body worship,, praise,, soft sex,, handjob,, shy!chase,, creampie,,

it was around 1am on a chilly thursday night. you were sitting on the couch, watching TV, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. your attention turned to the door once you heard a soft click, then the sound of the handle, and then the door shutting close. you stood up and walked to the front door, your footsteps heavy against the floor. “rob?” you called out softly, your eyes landing on robert’s sluggish figure. “baby, hey,” your voice was soft as you approached him.

robert turned to face you after shrugging off his jacket, a small frown on his face. “you’re awake?” he questioned, his voice small and delicate. “i thought we agreed that you wouldn’t stay up waiting for me.” he complained softly just as you stopped right in front of him, cupping his face in his hands. he immediately leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “you alright?” dumb question, he was a doctor. of course he wasn’t. a gentle sigh escaped his lips and you didn’t need any more of an answer. it was clear enough. “long day, baby?” you murmured, pressing your lips to his temple in a tender kiss. robert practically slumped against you, leaning his entire bodyweight on you. you were his safe space, you were the only one who kept him grounded. “yeah..” he finally murmured in response, his voice muffled by your shoulder.

robert inhaled slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly at the intrusion. “it’s okay, pretty, jus’ relax.. i’ll take care of you.” you muttered sweetly against his forehead, pushing his hair out of the way with your hand. your cock was slowly sliding in and out of his hole. you had a pillow laid under his back, you made sure he was comfortable. you kept yourself propped up by an elbow, leisurely pushing your hips forwards and retracting them backwards. the stretch burned just slightly, but it wasn’t unbearable. robert’s body relaxed as he adjusted to your cock, his thighs shifting around a bit to find a more comfortable position. you slowed your pace even more, but you’d make it up to him quick. the thrusts got deeper, slower, yes, but far deeper. each deep movement of your hips earned soundless gasps from robert’s pretty lips. “you’re so gorgeous..” you muttered, your hand sliding down his torso, admiring his body. “fuck, every inch of you is just glowing..” you rasped out, eyes tracing every ridge, every curve of him.

robert whined softly at your words, muttering a small “don’t..” in response. “i could touch you forever..” you mumbled, enunciating your point with a harsher thrust. robert arched his chest up, his head tilting back. you took this as an opportunity to trail wet opened mouth kisses down the expanse of his pretty skin. he moved an arm to wrap around your neck, keeping you close. his body shivered with each kiss. he let out a small squeal as your cold hand wrapped around his leaking cock. he whispered your name breathlessly. “faster..” he urged you gently.

“yeah, baby, whatever you want.” with that, you sped up your pace, only pushing back in when your tip would catch on his rim. robert’s moans were quiet, broken only by the soft gasp he made every time you pushed back in, deeper, more deliberate. his fingers tightened at the nape of your neck, grounding himself in your warmth. you could feel the tremble in his thighs, the way his body tensed and then melted with each motion, completely lost in the rhythm you set. your lips found his, the movement slow, reverent, as if kissing him was just as vital as the way you moved inside him. “you’re doing so good, baby,” you whispered against his mouth, feeling him pulse in your hand, his breath hitching. robert bucked his hips into your hand, you knew what he wanted — you started twisting your wrist, jerking him off steadily at a fast pace, the rapidity of your thrusts increasing, too.

his eyes fluttered open just for a second, glassy and half-lidded, catching yours with that look — like he needed you, like he trusted you. you stroked him in rhythm with your thrusts, watching the way his lips parted, his chest heaving, every little sound he made spurring you on. robert’s hips rolled up to meet yours, desperate for more friction, more of you. “feels— so good,” he breathed, voice shaky. you leaned down, noses brushing, your foreheads almost touching. “i know, sweetheart,” you murmured, breath hitching as he clenched around you, “you’re taking me so well.” your fingers curled tighter around him, thumb brushing over his tip as you continued to move slowly but deep. the room was filled with soft sounds; his stuttered moans, skin meeting skin, your quiet praises whispered between kisses.

his pretty face was flushed, lips swollen from kisses, and every sound he made.. those soft, desperate moans, they wrapped around you like a drug. you slowed just slightly, hips rolling in deep, grounding motions that made him cry out softly, his voice trembling. “please,” robert whispered, “i’m gunna—” you silenced him with a kiss, swallowing the whimper he let out as you stroked him just a bit faster, thumb teasing the sensitive tip. “cum for me,” you murmured against his lips, voice low and coaxing, “i’ve got you, baby, just let go.” his whole body tensed, back arching off the bed as he came with a sharp gasp, his cum spilling over your hand as his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent moan. you didn’t stop. his thighs twitched and tugged at your neck. you kissed the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, your forehead resting gently against his. “so good for me,” you whispered, brushing his hair back, still buried deep inside him, still holding him close like he was something breakable and precious. “just give me a few- moments..” you whispered quietly, chasing your own orgasm. robert could only whimper, the overstimulation kicking in full gear. his nails dug into your back, leaving small, crescent moon shaped marks. he clenched around your length simultaneously and let out the prettiest mewl you’ve ever heard. that breathtaking noise was all it took for you to cum deep inside robert with a harsh thrust. your breath stuttered as you looked at your boyfriend, cock still twitching. “did i tire you out?” you asked gently, pressing a kiss to his lips. he reciprocated sloppily, letting out a deep sigh as his body relaxed.

“..i’ve never been better.”