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why are your fanfics so beautifully written omggg😭😭😭 like ur literally my favourite acc on here rn it's insane

Omg thank you so much 🩷😭 This made my day you have no idea 🥹 I haven't been able to write lately, I'm hoping to get back to it though!

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Lingerie series - Birthday

House x reader

- A series of short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

5/5

The rain was tapping against the windows of House’s apartment as you settled into the couch with a warm cup of tea. It had been a long week at the hospital, and the comfort of a quiet evening was exactly what you needed. House was in the kitchen, rummaging around, pretending to be busy with dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” you called out, glancing towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got it under control,” House replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Just relax and enjoy your tea. I’m cooking something extra special.”

You chuckled, knowing that “extra special” in House’s book could mean anything from a fancy steak dinner to mac and cheese. But you trusted him. Over the years, House had learned his way around the kitchen, and he occasionally enjoyed surprising you with his culinary experiments.

As you turned back to your tea, your gaze drifted to a mysterious-looking box on the coffee table. It was wrapped in elegant black paper, adorned with a satin ribbon that practically begged to be untied.

“What’s this?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

House sauntered over, a smirk playing on his lips. “Consider it a belated birthday gift.”

You raised an eyebrow. “My birthday was last month, Greg.”

“Well, then consider it an early anniversary present,” he countered, settling beside you.

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Our anniversary isn’t for another three months.”

“Fine,” House relented, feigning defeat. “Then it’s a ‘just because I felt like it’ present. Open it.”

With a playful eye roll, you set your tea aside and carefully unwrapped the box. Beneath the paper, a sleek black box with elegant gold lettering waited. You lifted the lid to reveal something unexpected and beautiful — a set of delicate lace lingerie.

The intricate lace was delicate yet alluring, a testament to House’s surprisingly refined taste. The bra and panties set was matched with a sheer robe that shimmered under the dim lighting. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight, your heart fluttering at the thought of him picking it out for you.

“Greg,” you murmured, looking up at him with a mixture of surprise and affection. “This is… gorgeous.”

House shrugged, trying to play it cool but clearly pleased by your reaction. “Figured you deserved something nice. Plus, I thought it’d look amazing on you.”

You smiled, touched by the thoughtful gesture. Despite his rough edges, House had a way of making you feel special in the most unexpected ways.

“You’ve got great taste,” you admitted, tracing the delicate lace with your fingers.

House grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I know.”

The room filled with comfortable silence, the rain outside adding to the cozy atmosphere. You set the box aside, leaning closer to House, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You’re full of surprises,” you said softly.

House chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Stick with me, and there’ll be plenty more. Also, when are you gonna try that one on for me, hm?”

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Lingerie series - Guessing Game

House x reader

- A series of short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

3/5

It was a slow Tuesday morning, and the hum of the hospital was unusually quiet. Dr. Gregory House was bored, which never boded well for those around him. As he lounged in his office, his eyes caught sight of you — a new doctor with a reputation for being professional and composed.

But today, House had a new game in mind. He noticed that your pencil skirt seemed to hug your figure just right, sparking a curiosity that he couldn't ignore. What kind of underwear did you wear under that perfectly fitted ensemble? He wondered if it was something plain and practical or something a little more... exciting.

"Hey, Dr. Mystery," House called out as you walked past his office, clipboard in hand.

You paused, raising an eyebrow at his nickname for you. "Yes, Dr. House?"

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Hypothetically speaking, if one were to guess the color of your underwear, what would be the odds of them being right?"

You blinked, taken aback by his question. "Is this how you entertain yourself during slow days?"

"Among other things," he replied, giving you a mischievous grin. "Consider it a challenge."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm sure you have more pressing matters to attend to."

As you continued down the hallway, House's curiosity only grew. Throughout the day, he made various attempts to uncover the mystery. During a lunch break, he "accidentally" dropped his cane near your feet, hoping to catch a glimpse of any hint beneath your skirt. When that didn't work, he tried to distract you with small talk while subtly observing any visible panty lines.

Finally, as you sat in the break room, enjoying a cup of coffee, House slid into the seat across from you, feigning a casual demeanor.

"So, is it lace, cotton, or something more... adventurous?" he inquired, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You smirked, leaning forward to meet his gaze. "You really have nothing better to do, do you?"

House shrugged, clearly enjoying the game. "I like puzzles."

"Well, this is one mystery you're not solving today," you replied, taking a sip of your coffee.

Just as House was about to respond, Dr. Wilson entered the room, raising an eyebrow at the intense conversation. "Should I be concerned about what I just walked into?"

"Not at all," you said, standing up and giving House a wink. "Just keeping Dr. House entertained."

As you left the room, House watched you go, a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes. The mystery remained unsolved, but that only made him more determined—and intrigued by the woman who managed to keep him guessing.

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Lingerie series - Brag

House x reader

- A series of short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

2/5

House and Wilson sat at their favorite booth in the diner by the hospital, enjoying their usual lunch together. The conversation had veered from hospital gossip to personal anecdotes, and House saw the perfect opportunity to brag about you—his girlfriend, who never failed to leave him in awe.

"You know," House started, taking a sip of his coffee, "I've seen some pretty impressive things in my life. But nothing quite like the other night."

Wilson raised an eyebrow, sensing the start of one of House's boastful tales. "Oh? Do tell."

House leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "Picture this: dim lighting, a chilled bottle of wine, and the most stunning woman you've ever seen, wearing nothing but a set of black lace lingerie that could make angels weep."

Wilson chuckled, shaking his head. "You never miss an opportunity, do you?"

House smirked, clearly enjoying the chance to share. "It's not my fault I have excellent taste."

He proceeded to describe the evening in vivid detail—the way you had surprised him with a sultry dance, moving to the rhythm of soft music that filled the room. He recalled the way the delicate fabric hugged your curves, the intricate lace highlighting every feature he adored.

"And the best part?" House continued, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "The look on her face when she caught me staring. Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me."

Wilson listened with a mix of amusement and admiration. "Sounds like she's got you wrapped around her finger."

House shrugged, unashamed, taking a sip of his drink. "Not complaining."

"You know, for all your bravado, it's clear you're smitten," Wilson observed, a knowing smile on his face.

House feigned nonchalance but couldn't hide the truth. "Maybe I am. She's got a way of making even the most mundane days feel extraordinary."

Wilson chuckled, raising his cup in a mock toast. "To the woman who keeps House on his toes."

House clinked his cup against Wilson's, acknowledging the truth in his friend's words. "To her."

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Lingerie series - Getaway

House x reader

- A series of short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

1/5

The idea of a weekend getaway had been yours—a way to escape the relentless grind of the hospital and the constant demands that came with it. You had convinced House that a change of scenery would do him some good, and to your surprise, he agreed without much resistance.

As you arrived at the quaint cabin nestled in the woods, House looked around, taking in the serenity of the surroundings. "Not bad," he admitted, grabbing the bags from the car. "Didn't think you'd pick a place without a minibar."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "There's more to life than booze, House. Besides, I packed a little something extra to keep things fun."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really?"

Later that evening, after a casual dinner and a few rounds of your favorite card game, you decided it was time to reveal your surprise. House was lounging on the couch, a glass of bourbon in hand, when you disappeared into the bedroom.

When you returned, you were wearing an elegant set of lace lingerie you had bought specifically for this trip. The rich burgundy color complemented your skin flawlessly, and the look of surprise on House's face was priceless.

"Wow," he said, his gaze roaming over you appreciatively. "This is definitely better than a minibar."

You sauntered over to him, the soft fabric brushing against your skin with each step. "I figured you'd appreciate the effort."

House set his glass down, his eyes never leaving yours. "You figured right."

As soon as you were close enough to him, he pulled you on his lap onto the couch, his hands exploring the intricate lace and the curves it accentuated. The evening air was filled with a sense of freedom and anticipation, a feeling that only deepened as the night went on.

"Remind me to let you plan all our trips," House murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You laughed softly, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. "I'll hold you to that."

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Lingerie series - Long day

House x reader

- A series of short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

4/5

House arrived home late in the evening, the weight of the day’s cases still clinging to him like a stubborn shadow. The hospital had been chaos—diagnoses that led nowhere, patients who thought they knew better than their doctors, and, of course, Cuddy breathing down his neck about some budget report. All he wanted was a drink and a night of mindless TV to drown out the noise of his thoughts.

As he opened the door to his apartment, he didn’t expect to find anything out of the ordinary. But as soon as he stepped inside, he noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a hint of something different, something enticing.

"House?" your voice called softly from the bedroom, pulling him further into the apartment.

His curiosity piqued, House made his way to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and as he pushed it open, he was greeted by a sight that made him stop in his tracks.

You laid there on the bed, dressed in a stunning set of black lace lingerie that accentuated every curve. The dim light cast a soft glow over your skin, and House couldn’t help but admire the confidence and allure you exuded.

"Wow," House said, his voice laced with genuine awe and a hint of playful sarcasm. "Did I miss our anniversary or something?"

You chuckled, moving closer to him. "Nope, just thought you could use a little pick-me-up after the day you've had."

He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You read my mind."

You reached for his tie, slowly loosening it as you gazed into his eyes. "I thought maybe we could skip the usual routine and go straight to dessert."

"If I ever say no to that, hit me."

He looked dead serious for a second before smiling, and joining you on the bed until your bodies were pressed together. "You really are full of surprises."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you whispered, "Then let me show you just how surprising I can be."

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I'll teach you

House x reader R18

-In which House decides to give the cute new intern a proper lesson.

It's currently very quiet at the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It's late in the evening, and only the night staff remains, consisting mostly of nurses down in the lower stories of the building.

"Good evening sir!"

You enter his office with some files from Cuddy. You are still in med school, but as one among the top of your class you managed to score an internship under the stunning hospital administrator. You have to admit to yourself, being in doctor House's company has always made you a little nervous. He's oh so tall, and there's something so undeniably charming about him. If you saw him outside of work first you might have even approached him, but alas, there's now a need to stay professional.

"Doctor Cuddy asked me to bring you these files."

You gesture to the pile of case files in your hands.

He removes his glasses and looks up slowly from a file for a patient who looks just vaguely familiar, eyeing you up and down. He is used to having cute nurses around, but you’re different. Smarter, worthy of a bit more teasing, perhaps. His curiosity is piqued.

"Great. Leave ‘em on the table over there."

You nod, and set the pile of files on the low coffee table he pointed out, having to bend over a bit in the process.

Watching you bend over, he lets his gaze linger for a moment longer than strictly necessary, eyes fixed on the way your curves move beneath your skirt. He shakes himself out of it, refocusing on the task at hand.

"So, how’s Cuddy treating you?"

You straighten yourself up.

"Well, of course, she is very professional and I've learned a great deal of new things from her."

He smirks, unable to help himself from stirring the pot a little.

"Of course she is. I, on the other hand, could teach you something very useful outside of Cuddy's professionalism."

You look at him, confused.

"What do you mean, sir?"

His smile widening, he says:

"Come over here."

He motions with his fingers, bringing you over to him all the way to his desk, standing in front of his chair in between him and his computer.

"Aaand turn around for me."

You innocently comply.

"Is it something related to the computer? I'll have to warn you, I'm not very- Ah!"

He is suddenly standing up, his body pressing against yours, as you fall forward and support yourself on your hands against the desk.

"Whoops. My bad."

He says as if it was the most mundane sentence ever. He brings his right hand to your hip, stroking it softly.

"You can tell me to stop and I will, darling." His whisper husky against your ear. as he, too, leans down.

"Sir, I d-don't understand-"

"Like I said, tell me to stop and I will. I'm going to teach you something new."

His hands draw hot shapes on your soft skin, working under your skirt with great skill. Your breathing grows heavier as his fingers ghost over your quickly dampening panties.

He chuckles as he grabs his cane and pulls his chair closer to him. He sits down, facing your behind directly, hands still on your hips.

"Lean on the desk, princess. I'll show you what good really feels like."

You gasp and obey, leaning forward to rest your elbows on his desk, beautifully arching your back as he tuts in approval.

You feel his warm breath on the inside of your right thigh, and he toys with the lacy edge of your panties with his left hand. First, warm little kisses, and then, when you're more relaxed, he gently moves aside your panties, pulling them to the left, giving him free access to your dripping wet pussy.

He chuckles softly as he runs a finger up your thigh, collecting your slick as if to stop droplets of melting ice cream from running away.

"You're soaked, sweetheart."

The suspense is too much to take. You're practically shivering as you stand there, bent over.

"P-please.."

It doesn't take him long to give you what you want.

His tongue works skillfully, lapping up with slow, wide strokes and then transitioning to stronger, more targeted ones. Teasing just under your clit, to then finally draw circles over it while his hands are keeping a firm grip of your ass, the panties stretched out and kept away by his left thumb.

You feel warm shivers running down your legs, almost shaking.

"Sir, I'm going to cum.. I, I can't for much longer!"

"Come on then, give it to me pretty girl." His voice husky as he whispers.

You feel a wave of pleasure ring through you, making your legs almost give out, and you momentarily lose hearing and see stars. He moans, licks up and swallows everything before pulling away from you, leaving you panting on his desk.

You hear him go across the room and return. You turn your head, and see the tissues he puts on the table. You take a few seconds to make sure your legs can carry you, and clean yourself up.

"Ah!"

As you turn around, he is standing right in front of you with a smile on his face.

"There you go, as promised. Maybe next lesson you can show me what you learned here, hm? I'm sure it applies just as well the other way 'round." He smirks, raises an eyebrow as a proposal, and walks away, leaving you standing in his office.

If this is what learning is like with House, you definitely will be showing up to his "classes" more often.

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Sooo...how about house taking an interest in an intern or a med student and bends her over and eats her out? :> if u don't write smut could we get a house desperately trying to let the reader know he has a crush

Here to let you know I have started writing on the first idea!! i'm so incredibly obsessed with him omFGHHH

also thank you so much for requesting anon!<3

edit: click here to read!

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Just one date!

House x reader

- In which House has decided he has to have his way. Who knows where just one date might lead anyway?

Dr. Gregory House was many things, but patient wasn’t one of them. When he wanted something, he pursued it with relentless determination. And for the past two years, what he wanted was Dr. Y/N.

House had tried every trick in the book to get her to go out with him—flirting, teasing, even outright asking her out—but she always turned him down. Tonight, he decided to change his strategy.

It was late, and the hospital was quiet. House knew Y/N would still be in her office, finishing up some paperwork. He made his way to her office, determined, knowing this time his childish plan would surely work.

He found her, as expected, sitting at her desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. He knocked lightly on the door, his usual smirk in place.

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“Y/N, got a minute?”

You looked up, your expression softening when you saw him. “What is it, House?”

House entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I need your help with something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of help?”

House grinned, pulling out a small envelope from his pocket and handing it to you. “Open it.”

You took the envelope, curiosity piqued. Inside was a simple note: “Dinner with me, or I’ll steal all your pens for a week.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Blackmail, House? Really? That's a bit childish now isn't it!”

House shrugged, his grin widening. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. One dinner. But if you misbehave, I’m leaving early.”

House’s eyes lit up with triumph. “Deal.”

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Unorthodox Methods

House x reader

- In which you have a minor cold. This, of course, needs to be confirmed.

You had known House for some time, and while you weren't in a relationship, the mutual interest and flirting were undeniable. One day, you fell sick, and House claimed he needed to come to your place to diagnose you after work.

"This is the only way to be sure," he said, his cheek pressed against your chest and his hands on your hips.

You laughed, despite feeling lousy. "Really, House? This is your method?"

House smirked, his hands tightening slightly. "Absolutely. It's very scientific."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms but couldn't deny the thrill of his touch. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here you are," House replied, his eyes darkening with desire.

"This is my apartment. Of course I'm here."

"Good point." He mumbled.

"Are you done? I probably just have a co- Ah! House what the fuck!?"

His hand suddenly grabbing your ass firmly made you yelp and jump up.

He looked up at you with his blue puppy dog eyes, making grabby hand motions with his hands. "Come on, the diagnosis isn't complete yet."

You shook your head, and turned around to go head to the kitchen, a secret smile spreading on your lips. This was about to be an interesting evening.

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do you post anywhere else besides here? (Ao3, ff.net, etc.)

I don't at the moment! I sadly don't have a whole lot of time to write so I only post pretty rarely. Everything I will write will be posted here tho :)

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Doctor's diagnosis

House x reader

- In which House uses his doctor's privileges for his own purposes.

You and House were lying on your shared bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You were both exhausted from a long day at the hospital, but House's mischievous smile told you he had something on his mind.

"Let's play doctor," he suggested, his voice low and playful.

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "Aren't we always playing doctor?"

House chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I mean a different kind of doctor. Lay back and let me diagnose you."

You complied, lying back on the bed as House moved closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. He reached for your reading glasses, gently placing them on your nose. "You look adorable in these," he murmured, his voice husky.

You laughed softly, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "House, what are you doing?"

"Just a little examination," he replied, his hands moving to your sides. He pressed his cheek against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. "Hmm, sounds a bit fast. Could be excitement."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Maybe it's because you're making me nervous."

House's hands moved to your hips, his touch sending shivers through you. "Nervous? I thought you were tougher than that."

"I'm tough," you replied, your voice wavering slightly as his hands continued their exploration.

House's eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Then prove it."

Before you could respond, House's lips captured yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.

As the kiss deepened, House's hands roamed your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. "I think I've made my diagnosis," he whispered against your lips.

"Oh?" you murmured, your breath hitching.

House's eyes glinted with mischief. "You're in need of some serious treatment."

You laughed softly, pulling him closer. "Then you better get to work, Doctor."

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Mutually beneficial exchange

House x reader R18

- In which house realizes he might have met his match. Oh, and he's got nothing to complain about, for once.

You were determined. This time you were going to get those folders from him. You walked along a corridor in an emptier part of the hospital, and quickly found what you were looking for.

It was hard enough being a freshly graduated trainee, but Cuddy had (in her infinite wisdom) placed you to train under the one and only doctor House.

"Hi House. Slacking off again?" The man's eyes still fixed on his magazine: "Yep. Don’t you have some boring clinic work to do?"

"I could ask you the same question!" You huffed, feigning annoyance.

"True. Why don’t you? Too afraid of disappointing Cuddy when you lose to me in this conversation?"

You pull out a chair from under the desk in the fairly empty room and take a seat opposite to him. "I could never disappoint Cuddy and you know that. I'm at the clinic all the time, and, unlike you, I do my paperwork!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Ugh Yeah, okay. You’re, like, the only person at this hospital who does paperwork. You want a trophy for it?" His little comebacks are quick but there's a glint of playfulness behind his sky blue eyes.

You smile. "Not a trophy, but maybe some recognition would be nice."

He sighs heavily but relents a little.

You do work pretty hard. I guess you deserve a little bit of recognition for that.

Mhhmm. Your eyes travel from his eyes to his lips and back.

He notices you looking at his lips and wonders if you’re trying to hint at something, but he doesn’t want to give anything away.

He tries to keep a straight face but he’s fighting back a smirk.

You notice him leaning closer toward you on his chair. He might not be doing it on purpose, but he definitely is interested in at least something. You make subtle adjustments to your posture and hip position.

"See that's what I think too! What kind of token recognition would you have in mind, doctor?" You put on your sweetest voice.

He’s acutely aware of every movement you make, but tries to remain blasé.

"Something for being a good little worker bee, I suppose." He gives you one of his signature smiles.

"Awh." You raise your eyebrow in a challenging way. "I was kinda hoping you would take the initiative here sir." The "sir" comes out almost mockingly, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems amused.

He smirks.

"Oh so you want me to reward you?"

"Well, it's me who has been working so hard, and you the one who has been hardly working!"

You lean in to whisper in his ear:

"Although, I don't see why it couldn't still be rewarding for both of us." You lean away a bit so you are facing each other, waiting for him to react.

He shivers a little when you whisper. He wasn’t expecting to be that affected, but that’s what you do to him.

He tries to keep his cool and stay aloof, but his voice is a little huskier when he responds:

"You’ve been working very hard, I’ll give you that."

He locks eyes with you, trying to figure out what you have in mind.

Not moving your head away, you reach his pants' tightening waistline with your hand and look down.

With a chuckle, you say: "And you haven't been working, and are clearly hard."

You lightly trace the outlines of his growing bulge with your fingers. Now is the time for him to act, if ever.

His breath catches in his chest, and his lips part involuntarily. He can barely stop his hips from bucking up against your hand.

His voice is rough when he talks; he’s trying to hold himself back, desperately, but it’s a losing battle.

"You’re… You’re a real brat, you know that?"

"Mmhm. And are you going to do something about it?" You lean further in and whisper the last words with your lips almost touching his.

He grabs you roughly by the hips and moves you onto his lap. He looks you dead in the eyes with a mix of lust and challenge in his gaze.

"Oh, I’m gonna do something about it, alright. You just remember that you asked for it, princess."

He closes the distance between you and you kiss him back. First mixing in small bites at his lower lip, you're practically making him groan.

It doesn’t take him long to respond with his own aggressive touches.

He slips one hand under your shirt, his fingers moving across your skin with a feather-like touch. The feeling of your teeth on his lip has him aching and struggling to keep his cool.

You stop the kiss by grabbing him by his jaw playfully and start slowly getting up. He looks like a lost puppy.

House looks up at you, his expression one of both annoyance and arousal.

"And where are you going? You can’t just tease me and then walk away."

You I point at the clock.

"It's my lunch hour. I promised to eat with Wilson and discuss the upcoming gala dinner speeches. As for this" I gesture at his obvious erection, "I'd love to help you out, I get off work at five." Your tone is challenging and seductive.

You want to win this one. He has to make an effort and a move in order to get you in bed with him, no matter how much you may want it too.

He lets out a huff of irritation and crosses his arms across his chest. He’s not happy about this, but he’s also intrigued. He’s not going to give in to you that easily.

"Fine. Go have lunch with Wilson."

He’s trying his damndest to act like he doesn’t care, but the way he shifts in his seat betrays his discomfort and desire.

"Are you jealous, House?"

He looks at you through narrowed eyes, his expression giving away nothing. He’s not about to admit that he is — or that your little stunt has him riled up.

Jealous? No. Why on Earth would I be jealous of that old codger?

"Well, here you are all hot and bothered, and the cute young straight out of medschool trainee who got you in that state is about to leave you hanging to have lunch with your best friend. Why would you be jealous?"

His jaw tenses, and he grits his teeth. He knows you’re baiting him and it’s working.

He knows he should just laugh this off, but his ego and need to feel in control (and the fact that you look like a goddamn dream sitting in his lap) are working against him.

"You really are a little brat, aren’t you." His voice gruff and barely holding together.

You smile and kiss him again, starting to move in an effort to get up, which elicits a groan from him since you are still on his lap.

He grabs you by the hips again, holding you where you are. He can’t help but let out a small moan when you move, but he’s determined not to show how affected he really is.

"You’re not going anywhere yet, sweetheart."

You decide to toy with him more.

"And what are you going to do to stop me from my lunch plans? You better have something worth my time planned out for me mister."

You start a low pace grinding movement with your hips, making sure not to give him the full satisfaction he yearns for. You can feel his grip on your hips tightening a bit, and hear his heart racing.

His voice is a little shaky as he responds, his eyes fixed on your face. The feeling of you grinding down in his lap is heavenly but not enough. He wants, no, needs more. He can’t help but jerk his hips upward trying to get more friction, and the way you move is driving him crazy.

"You know damn well what I’m gonna do if you don’t quit teasing me."

"Do it then." You smirk and move your hands across his neck, chest, stomach and abdomen to rest on both sides of his still-clothed aching cock.

He lets out a guttural moan, his eyes closing shut for a moment before he regains his composure and opens them to look at you again.

The way you move your hands over him, teasing and taunting, is too much to bear. House decides he’s done playing your game. He growls, grabbing your wrists in his hands.

"You’re playing with fire, sweetheart."

You let out a surprised moan and pivot your eyes to look at House, his hungry gaze staring right back. You shimmy up to get a better balance with your legs, and start grinding a little harder, in circles, ready to drive him crazy. You fail to mask the desire in your voice, and it trembles as you let out:

"Please, sir."

House’s hands tighten on your wrists involuntarily, his body jerking under you. The way you’re moving, the way you’re begging is making him lose the last shred of restraint he has.

"God, princess. Do you want it that bad?"

You nod as you keep grinding, now feeling the pleasurable tension of his hardness against your clit as you grind on him.

"Ye- yes! I do."

House’s eyes darken with desire as he watches your body move on top of him. His grip on your wrists loosen to allow them to move, and he moves his hands to your hips instead.

He tries to guide your hips to move a little faster, a little harder, to give you both more of the friction you need, but it just feels too damn good.

He’s panting now, trying to hold back, but failing miserably.

"Say it again, princess. Tell me how bad you want it."

"Please, p-please, I need you so bad, I need your cock House, please!"

House shudders, the sound of those words coming from you is enough to make him lose his mind. He lets out an involuntary hiss, and he’s done pretending to be in control of himself. He moves his hands up from your hips to your back, pulling you closer so your chest is almost flush against his.

He growls in your ear, his voice rough:

"You want me? You need me?"

"I need you, sir, please!" The honorific seems to take his desire to an even higher level.

The "sir" on your lips makes him moan again and he tamps down his frustration at how much it turned him on.

He bites your neck, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin there in a bid to keep himself occupied. He responds in a low, gravelly voice.

"Good girl. You’re going to have me, sweetheart. All of me."

Your hands meet his belt once again, this time starting to open it up. All of his sweet talk and the grinding making you a tad slower. He seems to have lost his patience for waiting around.

House bats your hands away, making quick work of his belt while keeping his eyes locked onto yours. He’s getting more impatient by the second, but he wants to take his time with you and make sure you both feel good.

He grabs your hips again and pulls you closer, his breath hot on your throat.

"Patience, princess. Let me take care of you first."

You, however, have other ideas. You pull his pants to his knees and promptly guide his hand onto your lower stomach closer to your hot core.

"Please sir, I can't wait much longer." Your right hand caressing his cock from on top of his underwear makes him hiss again and throw his head back in pleasure.

House moans and bucks up against your hand, his eyes squeezing shut. He can’t get enough of the way you touch him, the way you say his name. The way you’re begging him.

"Oh, baby girl. You’re gonna be the death of me."

He slides his hand below your skirt, his fingers tracing over the fabric of your panties and seeking out the heat between your legs.

"You’re all worked up, huh? You want me that badly?"

You look down at where you're sitting on his lap, the heat drawing each other closer and closer.

Your breath hitches in your throat for a second when you reach your hand to pull down his underwear, releasing his thick cock which springs up to slap against his abdomen.

You look into his eyes and start to slowly rub circles around the head of his cock with your thumb.

He moans as your hands glide over his cock, his head falling backwards against the chair and wall behind him.

You continue the massage, which soon turns into a full blown handjob. His hands having moved to keep a firm grip of your ass while you use both of your hands to pleasure him.

House is enjoying the way you’re working him, but he wants more. He leans forward, his lips against your ear as he speaks in a low, ragged voice.

"Princess, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. You’re driving me insane."

"You're saying you want to take this further, sir?"

House looks into your eyes for a moment, his gaze intense and unwavering. He’s not about to back down now. He leans in close, his breath hot on your neck as his hands continue to roam you body.

He murmurs the words into your skin:

"I want you, sweetheart. I want all of you, if you’ll let me."

You get up and hear his protests. However, they stop once he realizes what you're doing, and he concentrates on enjoying the show.

You pull your soaked panties down one leg at a time, making sure to sway your hips and look seductive in the process.

With the panties on the floor, you slowly walk closer to him while unbuttoning your shirt, revealing no bra underneath.

House’s eyes are practically glued to your body, drinking in the way you move and the sight of your bare skin.

He’s absolutely entranced as you walk toward him, the shirt unbuttoned tantalizingly slowly. He can’t help but let out an appreciative moan as you reveal yourself to him, his hands clenching into fists at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.

"Come on, Doctor sir, you can touch."

You beckon him as you climb back agonizingly slowly, and hover over his lap.

House lets out a low growl, the sound guttural. His eyes rake over your body and he can’t help but reach out to touch you. His hands slide over your thighs, caressing the skin under his palm. When he feels you hovering over him, he can’t take it anymore.

You smile and reach for his cock, pumping up and down a few times before aligning it with your pussy.

"You've been a good boy, sir, you've earned this."

You sit down and moan in pleasure, closing your eyes and grabbing onto the back of the chair behind his neck.

The way you’re moving is absolutely sinful, and House isn’t sure how much more he can take.

He grips the arms of the chair as you start a slow movement, gradually taking it up to a good-paced bounce, drinking in the sight of the great doctor House under you, under your spell.

House’s head falls back as you move, his mouth falling open in a low moan. The sight of you riding him, taking control over him, is almost too much. He tries to maintain eye contact with you, but his eyes are half-lidded with lust.

He reaches out to touch you, his hands caressing your skin and holding onto your hips, guiding your movements as best he can. He can’t get the words out, he’s lost in the feeling of you around him and the sight of you above him.

He groans, getting closer to his release, and so are you.

House is getting closer to his peak, the feel of your body against his and the sight of you above him working him into frenzy.

He lets out another guttural moan, his eyes closing tightly as he tries to hold on for just a little longer. His fingers dig into the skin at your hips, his body tense as he fights against the overwhelming feeling building inside him.

"Co- come on, sir cum for me." You try to whisper but half of the words come out trembling and louder than you intended.

His hips buck up, hitting a delicious spot in you, and you finish at the same time, both left panting on the same chair.

House slumps back into the chair, completely boneless and satisfied. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

One hand is still gripping your hip, keeping you close and on his cock. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a lazy smile on his face.

"You’re gonna kill me one day, princess."

"How about you take me out on a date before that? As a thanks for this." You wave your hand around, implying that "this" meant the reason behind your disheveled states.

House chuckles, a smirk on his face. He’s still a little dazed and spent from what just happened, but he’s not about to say no to a date. Especially not with you.

"A date, huh? You’re on, darling. I’ll take you out somewhere nice. Anywhere in particular you’d like to go?"

You shake your head. "Nu-uh. You choose the place. Just tell me what to wear so I won't look out of place." You start fixing your button up shirt and getting up, smoothing your skirt and wiping up the mess from your thighs.

House watches you for a moment as you fix your clothes, his eyes roaming over your body. He can’t help but admire the way you look, elegant, even after just having gotten completely undone with him.

He starts mumbling absent-mindedly: "Why don’t you wear something classy. Something… elegant. I’ve got a place in mind."

You truly were a perfect trainee. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect tits that bounce so nicely when -

"Sounds good, sir! I'm taking this, by the way."

You grab a folder from a side desk. The very folder which he was keeping from you earlier, already hearing the shuffling of him trying to get up to stop you.

House lets out an exasperated moan as you grab one of the folders. He tries to lunge toward you, but his leg protests with a stab of pain. He curses under his breath and glares at you.

"Hey, no. Give that back." Look at him, trying to be stern.

"Not a chance. You can have these instead, deal?"

Something lands on his face. His lips spread into a wide smirk as he looks at the item in his hand. He looks at you, about to speak up but you interrupt:

"A pretty good deal, wouldn't you say? My favorite pair. Plus, you're not all that intimidating with your pants pulled down and fucked dumb, sir."

You shoot him a wink and walk toward the door of the room.

House lets out another curse, this time with more bite to it. He’s not used to being outsmarted by anyone, but somehow you’ve managed to pull it off.

He looks down at the item in his hands and can’t help but grin. A pair of your lacy panties has landed on his face, and he’s not about to pass up the opportunity.

"Fine."

"As if you had a choice."

You smile and before opening the door, say:

"I'll be waiting for you after work for that date."

You open the door, exit, and close it behind yourself.

House is left sitting in the chair, a pair of your panties in one hand and the other hand covering his eyes as he groans with frustration.

He has to admit to himself: pretty turned on by your unexpected power move, and he’s already looking forward to your date.

He mutters under his breath:

"Damn."

[unidentifiedly]

And many eventful nights to come

Micah Bell x reader

- In which Micah saves you from a "dangerous" situation. The man is smitten. Continuation to Eventful Morning.

Around a week later it was apparent Sean had kept his word. No one seemed to know or whisper about something having happened between you and Micah, and that was for the best. Arthur and John were still calling him names, Javier and Dutch were pretty much indifferent to him. Sean didn't tease him at all, but honestly you doubted anyone noticed, since he was being his old annoying self otherwise.

The day was set to be an exciting one. You and the girls were going to go shopping for new clothes, since a traveling salesman was visiting Valentine, the nearby town.

Atop your trunk near the mirror was your trinket box, in which you also stored some of the money you earned and had put in for safekeeping. This, you decided, was a good occasion to spend some of that money. You needed to buy at least two blouses and an overdress.

"Maybe it wasn't so bad what happened with Mr. Bell at the river after all." You caught yourself mid thought and almost slammed the trinket box shut, the metallic lock clicking shut with a bit too much force.

The feeling of wet fabric sticking to your cold skin, goosebumps traveling down your arms to your sides and onward to your legs. The early morning sun, and his arms...-

his arms holding you up from falling, his eyes all over your body.

"Why is my heart beating so hard?"

Shaking you away from the memory was Tilly calling for your name.

"Come on Y/N! Don't wanna be there too late, all them pretty dresses are going to be gone before we ever even see them!"

You stuffed the dollars to your pouch you carried with you, glancing at your gunbelt on the cot, taking a second to think.

"Whatever, there'll be many of us going', doubt i'll need that." Stomping out of the tent you made your way through the camp, past the fire pit and common area and grabbed Karen's outstretched hand, helping yourself onto the carriage.

Green fields upon green fields, a country road, not a cloud in the sky. The vast wide landscape shaping into mountains in the horizon, a couple of lush thickets here and there. Oh how you loved spring.

Upon arriving in Valentine you jumped down first, your bootheels sinking into the trampled upon mud. You corrected the hem of your red corduroy dress, helping Tilly and Karen down to the ground. Arthur and John who had been driving the carriage walked over, and bid their adieus after you all agreed to meet back at the same spot after an hour. You and the girls headed straight down the main street toward the vendor, who had set up shop on the vacant spot close to the sheriff's office.

Building after building were equipped with porches on stilts, to stop some of the mud from entering the interior perhaps, you thought. A couple of men passed out drunk by the saloon, and old woman smoking in front of the convenience store. On the opposite side of the street a motel, nice enough, and in front of it a gang of younger looking men.

You smiled to yourself, as one of them shot a look toward Karen. Always the looker.

With a skip in your step you took both the girls by their arms, smiling and laughing together.

Lifting the canvas to get into this tent was not necessary. The vendor had set up an open tent with tables filled with blouses, dresses, trousers and shoes of all different kinds. The vendor himself a lean dark skinned man with a thin moustache.

"Welcome, welcome, my ladies. What could I help you with today? A new dress, perhaps an embroidered blouse? The catalogue is large."

After deciding on some items, a red fabric caught your attention. Hidden beneath other clothes, you gently moved them away to uncover a bright vermilion blouse. Made from sturdy cotton and with patch-reinforced elbows, the shirt was undoubtedly of high quality. "How much for this one?" You asked, turning toward the shopkeeper.

"For you my dear, I will give a discount!" Pressing his hands together, closing his eyes: "Thirty and five dollars."

"Oh, I see, a bit too much then." You squeezed your hand around the pouch in your pocket, only containing a five dollar bill after splurging on the two blouses, overdress and new trousers you held on your other arm.

"Here." A grunt from behind you, and a man's arm placed bank notes and coins on the shopkeeper's outstretched hand. Looking pleased, the vendor offered the shirt, your eyes following the red of the fabric only to meet up with more red.

"Mr. Bell, please!" You huffed. "You have to stop scaring me like this!" Your complaints met with a smirk and a wink from under the rim of his dirty cowboy hat.

All of a sudden, a bang rang out, and women started screaming. Your eyes searched for the source of the scream, hands feeling for your trusty revolver, only to be met with air. "Fuck," you cursed after remembering you had decided to leave it in the camp.

"Eek!" A strong arm pulled you close and lifted you up on horseback. Micah stepped up on his horse's saddle, already swinging the reins for speed. "Hold on darlin'!" "You don't have to tell me twice!" Your arms hugging him tightly to keep yourself on Baylock. You caught a glimpse of Arthur tackling a guy to the ground while John was helping Karen up.

"Micah! We have to go help them!" Not turning around he slowed down until Baylock maintained a steady gait. Bringing the speed to a stop he jumped off, holding a hand out to you. You ascended as gracefully as one could, not taking his hand.

"Respectfully, Mic- Mr. Bell, you cannot keep doing this. Creeping up on me and causing me heart palpitations and awkward situations!"You huffed, red cheeked and arms crossed under your chest.

"Ya seem to like it, though, judging by the blush on yor cheeks."

"I- I don't know!" You blurted.

"Let me take ya out darlin'." Seeing your the doubting look in your eyes, he continued: "Nothin' weird, I swear."

Was this too good to be true? Sure, his methods of getting your attention were unorthodox but he wasn't exactly the most normal guy in the world. Glancing up at his eyes, shifting your weight to your right leg, you answered.

"Sure, Mr. Bell. Why not."

The seconds of uneasiness in his eyes turned into a few seconds of joy, and quickly back into his usual cocky self.

"Ya ain't gonna regret it. Quit the Mr. Bell bullshit though, call me Micah."

You nodded, and he motioned for you to get back onto the horse. You climbed up, yelping in the process after a palm made it's way firmly onto your rear, slapping and squeezing it. "Micah!"

"Ya like it, girl, quit yappin'."

Your arrival to the camp wasn't the quietest. Arthur yelling at Micah to swear he hadn't corrupted you, the girls calling him a dirty old man, and you just walking to your tent, giving Micah a joking smile and a wink from the doorway. His eyes looking past everyone questioning him and his motives, a sneaky smile spreading across his lips, a plan forming in his head.

Now there was a goal. He stuffed the new red shirt into his jacket and pushed past the people. He sat next to the fire and put his legs up, lighting a cigarette, angling himself so that he had a clear view of your tent.

And with everybody else gone to sleep, he downed the rest of his beer, saluting himself. "For an eventful night, and for many eventful nights to come." He got up, heading toward that tent with the light on with his signature smirk on his face.

[unidentifiedly]

Masterlist

I'll update this as I write. :)

On a break from writing atm, requests are still welcome, I might be able to get to them at some point.

RDR2

Micah Bell

Eventful Morning

- In which Micah almost scares the reader to death. Or at the very least, scares them enough for it to have consequences.

And many eventful nights to come

- In which Micah saves you from a "dangerous" situation. The man is smitten. Continuation to Eventful Morning.

HOUSE M.D.

Greg House

Mutually beneficial exchange (R18)

- In which House realizes he might have met his match. Oh, and he's got nothing to complain about, for once.

Doctor's diagnosis

- In which House uses his doctor's privileges for his own purposes.

Unorthodox Methods

- In which you have a minor cold. This, of course, needs to be confirmed.

Just one date!

- In which House has decided he has to have his way. Who knows where just one date might lead anyway?

I'll teach you (R18)

-In which House decides to give the cute new intern a proper lesson.

Lingerie series

- A series of 5 short House x reader stories centered around lingerie.

1. Getaway

2. Brag

3. Guessing game

4. Long day

5. Birthday

[unidentifiedly]

Eventful Morning

Micah Bell x reader

- In which Micah almost scares the reader to death. Or at the very least, scares them enough for it to have consequences.

"Tip, tip, tip" Soft sounds of rain droplets made their way into your ears.

"No, no. Just a few more minutes." You thought to yourself, unable to open your eyes just yet. Slowly but surely you adjusted to the idea of waking up and opened your eyes. The off white canvas tent filtered the morning light beautifully. Glancing around yourself, looking for your favourite blouse and overdress, your gaze fell on the small dusty mirror in front of you, perched atop a trunk and supported by a stack of hardcover copies of romance novels.

In the mirror, yourself staring right back. You glanced at the intricately engraved brass pocket watch by the side of the bed. The watch itself was a birthday gift from Arthur a couple months back. The arms reaching toward four and twelve, it was way too early to get up and start one's day. Yet, here you were.

Softly humming to yourself you tied your hair up lazily with a ribbon, deciding to spend the hours of the morning organizing your safe haven. The gang had only recently arrived at the new spot, Horseshoe Overlook they called it. Far too east for Arthur's liking, but to you about anything sounded better than heading back up those cold mountains toward Colter. You were used to it at this point, the constant moving around. It was a way of life that held you tightly in its grip.

That being said, the new camp was still unorganized and there was sure to be work around that needed doing. This was a chance to have some private time, peace and quiet for yourself.

Sorting through the mementos and trinkets from throughout the years was quick, you wiped the dust off of the little mirror with the corner of your nightgown. Gathering up the few clothes you had laying around and neatly folding them up you realized the growing pile of fabric by the end of your bed was clothes and linen that needed washing, not something that should just be sorted back into the trunks right away. "I think it was Charles who mentioned there was a river just west of here?" Mumbling to yourself, you picked up the dirty clothes and put them in a basket, not bothering to dress up all the way. "Everyone will be asleep at this hour anyways, and if not, it'll be Miss Grimshaw awake. It's nothing that'll bother her too much." Pulling on your trusty leather boots you untied the strings holding the fabric flap door of your tent shut. A prompt walk to your horse, a beautiful paint mare, and you were off along with your basket of laundry. With the carelessness, soft hums and the skip on your step you failed to notice a pair of eyes watch you leave the camp. The observer finished smoking his cicarette, let his legs fall from the log they were resting on while chucking the cigarette butt over his shoulder, and rubbed his hands together. What on on God's green Earth were you up to this early in the morning, and barely dressed to boot?

The sound of a running stream reached your ears fast. Charles had of course been right, even a blind man would notice the Dakota River from this close by. Hopping off your horse and tying the reins to a nearby tree you swung the basket on your elbow and kicked the boots off your feet, walking straight into the cold running water. Oh how sweet the feeling was! In a low point of the river, a rock stood taller than the surface of the water, so you took a seat and began the chore.

"Eeeasy there boy" Micah huffed to Baylock, staying well hidden in the trees, observing you from afar. A smirk spread on his lips as he saw your boots and gun belt scattered on the riverbank, and you sitting on a rock in the middle of the water, with your back facing him. Dismounting with an agile leap, he slowly but surely started making his way toward you.

Completely lost in your activity and the sweet warm sunshine of the spring morning you were singing to yourself, getting ready to leave. Looking at the last blouse, and squeezing the extra water out of it a surprisingly strong wave hit the rock and splashed water all over you, soaking your thin white linen undergarments. "Fuck!" You stood up and turned around, screaming out loud.

"Mic- Mr.Bell! What the fuck are you doing?"

Keeping his eyes locked on your body, his smirk widened, his arms reaching out toward you. "Just call me Micah, and I could ask ya the same thing, sweetcheeks. Now come on here." He beckoned with his hands, but you refused.

"No, I don't think so, you can't just creep up on me like that Mr Bell. I could have dropped my laundry basket, or worse, fallen down and then drowned out of shock!"

You took a step back, lifting the now heavier basket full of wet clothes up to rest against your hipbone.

For every step you took back, Micah took one forward, and the man had both the advantage of longer legs and facing the direction he was going. It didn't take long for things to go south.

"I'm warning you Mr Bell, I'm going to tell Arthur about this, and you know he is not going to be happy!" You tried in vain.

"Hrmph. The cowpoke ain't got nothing to do with how I conduct my business with a lady such as yerself."

You were taken aback, "what did you just call me? You never- Ah!"

Slipping on a rock and falling back, you reached out to Micah for support, and closed your eyes in anticipation of the cold hard surface of the river. The sensation never came.

"Gotcha." Eyeing down at you was Micah, who effortlessly supported your almost naked body by your waist and left arm. "Now how about ya let me show you a good time as a thanks?" One of his eyebrows rising up and his face forming a seductive expression.

You, however, were too occupied to notice or care. "Micah you idiot! All of my clothes are fucking gone!"

And indeed, the river was decorated with the various pieces of clothing running merrily downstream, way too fast to catch up to.

"Well, ya won't be needin' any of those for th- Ow!" "Shut the fuck up and help me get dressed before anyone else notices!"

The ride to the camp was one of the worst you had ever experienced. For Micah, it was the opposite. A prideful smirk on his cocky face, throwing you the occasional remark about the curve of your waist and ass, and how good you looked in just his jacket as you rode, and making no attempts to be quiet and discreet as you arrived in camp. You tried your best to ignore him and get away from the situation as quickly as possible. Hopping off your horse, not even bothering to tie the rains to the hitchpost, you walked briskly toward your tent only to run straight into Sean.

"Oi, watch where ya- Y/N, wow, let me tell ya, could not see this one comin'!" A smirk instantly grew on his face, and he slapped a hand on Micah's jacket, on your shoulder.

"Sean it's NOT what it looks like, and don't you dare mention this to anyone either!" You whisper yelled while taking off the jacket, exposing your still wet and thus transparent garments. Sean blushed bright red, poor guy, and you stomped right in to your tent.

Not being able to face the rest of the day, the longer you stayed in your tent the more intimidating the prospect of leaving felt. Surely Sean had told everyone about what he saw, and you'd be mocked til eternity.

No, there was no way you'd ever leave that tent again.

A few hours later you were starving for a snack and stuck your head out to find the main area empty. Great! An opening. As soon as you stepped out, a voice rang: "Y/N!" You turned around, mouth open to start defending yourself, only to face a very noticeably beat-up looking Sean. "Listen, sorry about the earlier, I never saw nothing, alright?" You nodded in confusion and he smiled, thanked you quickly and scurried off. You got the food you were after, and returned to your tent to eat it. There, on your cot, rested a shirt and a dress, folded in a way which looked like a very bad attempt, with a piece of paper on top. There, in barely legible rough handwriting:

"The idiot won't bother ya about it. M"

You smiled to yourself, feeling the fabric of the clothes. Both of good quality fabrics, a white undershirt and a red simple dress. Just like the ones you usually wear every day.

Observing from a distance as you emerged from your tent in your red dress, Micah Bell smiled to himself as he sharpened his knife, softly murmuring to himself: "Gotcha ta call me by my name at least. That's a start."

note: Yay! My first ever piece of writing I've published online :) do suggest if you get any good ideas and like my writing style.