sad bc i got that anakin coke and not that anakin cock am i right chat
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sad bc i got that anakin coke and not that anakin cock am i right chat
me and the actor who's older than my father against the world
My house m.d phase is coming back... Lawd i want to peg that mean crippled dude so badly đ«©đ«©đ«©
But istg he's so pretty @ season 1 đ
That nagging feeling when you hate the OC of the fic you are currently reading but you have to push through because there arenât many complete works, the fandom is pretty much dead and you are too mentally drain to write something yourself. Anyone? No? Just me? Alright.
i love when he makes his face like a cartoon character so much đ
I donât want a man my age, just give me Gregory House đ«đ«đ€đœ
greg house x reader writers PLEASE make a fic of reader being that one girl in s3 that was obsessed w him (obv make her of age, early twenties) and hes just like "ykw fuck it" and indulged in her bs OH MY GOD PLEASE
So is anyone doing KINKTOBER including Dr. Gregory House this year?? Yk just asking for a friendâŠ
House MD + text posts pt. â
frankly i have had a SHIT day and it can only be improved by me beating greg house senseless until he comes so hard he sees god
Nothing slapped my shit back into place like someone pointing out that the "genius gifted child with so much potential who got burnout and mental illness" is just the nerd equivalent to the jock "could have been a pro at sportsball if it wasn't for the injury".
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Please please do a Greg house x reader where theyâre together but only Wilson knows, maybe youâre married and have a kid together?
A Secret Life (Gregory House x Female! Reader)
Summary: You and House have some alone time together after your daughter's finally fallen asleep.
Warning: None
The apartment was unusually quiet. Quieter than it had been in weeks. Your daughter had fallen asleep, her soft breathing steady in the crib down the hall. For once, both you and House had a reprieve from the endless cycle of crying and late-night pacing. The silence felt delicate, almost too precious to disturb, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
It was a blessing to have her in your lives, though she demanded nearly all of your energy. When she was born, you gave up your job, partly because Houseâs schedule was already merciless, also because you knew neither of you would have enough hours in the day otherwise. You were younger and didn't have a particulary special job. The choice had been easy, but the secrecy was harder. Only Wilson knew about the baby. To everyone else, she didnât exist. House insisted it was better that way, less gossip, less interference, less attention he had no patience for.
And yet, for all his grumbling, he cared for her in ways that were unmistakable if you knew how to look. Youâd caught him more than once lingering by her crib, cane forgotten at his side, watching her sleep with an expression so unguarded it startled you. For a man who had built his life on cynicism, your daughter had carved out a place in his heart he didnât even try to explain.
Now, with her tucked safely away, the apartment felt like it belonged to just the two of you again. House was sprawled across the couch, his cane leaning against the armrest, one leg propped carelessly on the coffee table. He looked exhausted, hair mussed, shirt wrinkled, but his eyes found you the moment you crossed the room.
âYouâre staring,â he said, voice low and teasing.
You felt warmth rush to your cheeks as you sat beside him. âAm not.â
âAre too. Youâve got that guilty look. Like I caught you daydreaming about how great Iâd look folding laundry.â
You laughed, a soft, embarrassed sound, and nudged his shoulder. âTrust me, you donât look that great folding laundry.â
He smirked, satisfied, but when you leaned into him, resting your head lightly against his shoulder, he didnât move away. Instead, after a moment, his hand found yours, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.
The simple contact made your chest flutter in a way you werenât prepared for. Youâd been together long enough to share a life, even a baby, and yet sometimes the smallest gestures still felt new, shy, like you were both discovering how to be close all over again.
For a while, you just sat there, breathing together in the hush of the apartment. The city sounds outside were muffled, the heater humming quietly in the background. His heartbeat was steady beneath the fabric of his shirt, grounding you.
âYou know,â he said finally, his voice softer than usual, âI didnât think I could do this. The diapers, the screaming, the endless parade of bottles⊠I thought it would all feel like too much.â He shifted slightly, turning his head so his stubble brushed your hair. âBut then she smiles. And you.â His voice faltered, a rare hesitation. âYou make it seem⊠possible.â
You lifted your head, surprised by the gentleness threading through his words. His eyes met yours, and for once, there was no sarcasm hiding there. Just honesty, raw and a little uncertain.
Your throat tightened. âThatâs⊠probably the sweetest thing youâve ever said to me.â
âDonât get used to it,â he muttered quickly, though the corner of his mouth curved upward. Still, he looked away, almost shy, like he wasnât used to being caught in the act of caring.
You smiled and let your fingers tighten around his. For a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you felt warmer, charged with something delicate but steady. Then, slowly, cautiously, you leaned in closer. He met you halfway, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was almost hesitant, like both of you were testing the waters again.
It wasnât fiery or rushed, it was soft, lingering, a reminder that beneath the exhaustion and chaos, there was still something fragile and real tying you together.
When you pulled back, your cheeks burned. He studied you with quiet amusement, but his thumb continued tracing slow circles against your hand, as though he didnât want to let go.
âGuess weâre not completely hopeless after all,â he murmured, and this time, when you laughed, it was softer, steadier, full of something that felt very much like love.
thinking about obi-wan's huge broad body all over me :(
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Even with a gun to his head, House would deny it, but the first time he said those three little words, he was railing you on his baby grand piano, discordant notes pulled from the clatter of your hands on the keys, his teeth pulling on your lip, his hands playing musical notes on your waist as you rose and fell on his cock.
âFuck, sweetheart. Like that. Yes⊠I love youââ
A beat. A stillness as the realization passed. His words registered. Your mind went blank, and then exploded in technicolor. Surely with a mind as brilliant as his, he knew you felt it too.
He froze, looked up at you with wide panicked blue eyes. âWhat are the chances you pretend you didnât hear that?â
You shook your head and kissed him hard. âI love you, too.â
And then you continued thoroughly desecrating the piano.