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[starrywho]

is this his gay way of asking him out

[goodbirbb]

First ever interaction between House and Chase

[ash-wynn]

hi house fandom I drew this for you do you like it

[dollerinna]

GOD COMPLEX ꔫ COCK COMPLEX

𝓖regory house ੭୧ fem! reader ┇ p in v ⋆ dėgradation ⋆ prone bone ⋆ spānking

GREGORY HOUSE was the worst part of your sex life.

Because he was also the best.

He fucked like he argued, all sharp edges and ruthless timing, always a step ahead and never kind enough to warn you. Cruelty came easy to him because of this, honed on the whetstone of your need, wielded with the same finesse as his cane. And right now, that very cruelty had you reduced to a mess of limbs, utterly soft and cock-dumb beneath him.

“God, you’re loud,” House muttered near your ear, his weight branded down along your spine as he hammered into your sweet cunt, prone boning you like a metronome with a vendetta. His fingers snarled stiff in your hair, knuckles grinding against your scalp as he shoved your cheek down into the rumpled sheets. “Bet your neighbors think I’m carving you open with a steak knife. Or auditioning for CSI: Bedframe Homicide.”

You didn’t even get the whole sentence out.

“F-Fuck off! I’m not—”

He cut you off with a thrust so violent it jarred straight through your bones and rattled the headboard. All air and pride stolen clean out your lungs, driving you flat into the mattress with merciless precision.

“Not what?” House drawled from above you, breath scorching the nape of your neck, every syllable a lash. “Not an attention-starved cumslut who gets wet the second I treat her like trash?”

“Please, you came the first time I called you a waste of potential.”

He punctuated his words by sheathing himself balls-deep into your weeping sex, forcing you to feel the sheer, staggering girth of his fat cock twitching inside you. You writhed beneath him. The heat it sparked between your legs splintered sharp and low, a throb that seemed to beat in time under the brutal onslaught of his pelvis meeting your rear. After all, House never moved fast when he could move mean.

The bed creaked, springs whining in protest as he pinned you down with a hand braced between shoulder blades. The hypnotic plap-plap-plap of his hips colliding with your plush ass bounced off the walls, melding into a chorus of your pretty mewls and his animalistic grunts.

Fuck. You hated how your pussy was drooling nonstop for this limp, spiteful son-of-a-bitch.

You gritted your teeth, fighting for some semblance of pride, even with your face smashed into his pillow. It was threadbare, scratchy, reeking of cheap aftershave and whatever brand of arrogance he sprayed on just to offend people in elevators.

“Agh! You’re such a fucking—-”

“Amazing lay? Genius? Local humanitarian?” He cut in, again—so fast it made your blood boil. There was that familiar curl of satisfaction at the corner of his mouth as he quickened his pace, practically bullying your brain through your cunt at this point. “Come oooon. Say it. You’ve never had trouble using that mouth before.”

And there goes your traitorous insides twisting tight around his cock. Pathetic.

Whatever snark you’d been choking out died somewhere in your throat once he yanked you back onto him, the grip on your waist bruising as he rutted into you faster on a series of vicious snaps and grinds, like a greedy mutt claiming something he didn’t plan on giving back—hellbent on teaching your gummy walls exactly what shape they were supposed to take around him whether you liked it or not.

“Because from where I’m standing—”

Thrust. Your body jerked, sweat sliding down the valley of your back.

“You’re dripping on my sheets—”

Thrust.

“And still trying to argue like you’ve got a leg to stand on.” House leaned in, his tone silk-wrapped blade. “Newsflash: you gave up that moral high ground as soon as you started creaming on a misanthropic drug addict.”

Your fingers curled in the tangle of sheets, knuckles bone-white. God he was insufferable, yet you still rocked helplessly to his rhythm while his cockhead battered that hypersensitive knot in you to a raw pulp again. And again. And again.

Why? Because deep down, House was right. Obnoxiously, inhumanly, always-so-goddamn-right. And worse—he knew you knew it too.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, blue eyes darkening as they drag over where you were joined. Slick shine glistened along the veiny base of his shaft, your arousal clinging in obscene webs every time he pulled back. Smug didn’t even begin to cover what he felt. “Squirming like I just dug up your favorite trauma and fucked it into a coping mechanism.” He smirked, lips ghosting down the arc of your clavicle, the scrape of stubble pricking at your skin.

“Lemme guess, daddy didn’t call you a good girl either?”

You choked on a sound—half sob, half moan, your frame wracked with white-hot sensation, caught between shame and delirious want.

“House—”

“Mmm, there it is,” he crooned mockingly, teeth grazing your pulse point. “That’s the real you, huh? Not the mouthy brat—this one. The one that only comes out when she’s pinned under a miserable bastard with a limp and zero respect for her boundaries.”

He let up just long enough to deliver a smack across your ass—hot, piercing, a crack that lit your flesh on fire—before he rammed back in, fucking you down hard into the mattress, dick jabbing so deep you swore he rearranged something vital.

“Mmmf—- ohmygod!! F-Fuck!” You cried out.

“Keep selling that ice queen act to idiots who buy it,” he rasped, voice laced with a razor-edged venom. “But judging by the mess you’re making on my cock? I know exactly what gets you off.”

His thumbs dug back harder right below the tender spot of your ribcage—almost punitively—enough to leave crescent evidence blooming there and make you wince. It only made the ache worse. Your cunt stretched taut around him, pleasure ricocheting through your core until it felt like your whole body was tuned to the point of shattering.

“And lucky for you, I’ve got the bedside manner of a goddamn saint.”

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divider creds: @/cafekitsune , @/suupersonic

[mewo777]

thinkign about wilson smiling this wide involuntarily immedietly upon seeing house. whatever

[urfinalg1rl]

Okay I’m caving I’m posting the photos 😛

Putting my face at the bottom cause yeah.. BUT OH MY GOD BOBBY IS THE SWEETEST PERSON I’VE EVER MET !!! He took his time with everyone and had genuine conversations with them 🥹 He also signed my playbill out to me cause I think he realized how much I was freaking out LMAOO but genuinely one of the greatest experiences i’ve had I genuinely love him so much guys ☹️💞

[housemdfever]

House MD text posts except I'm running out of titles

13 and Chase are literally just House's kids atp

[hereliesangelicbambii]

house finding out that someone (me specifically) has never cum during sex and proves that it’s not a medical condition i just need his attention :( ♥️♥️♥️

Clinic Duty ✙

ɢʀᴇɢᴏʀʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (NSFW)

Nerves made your stomach gurgle and turn as you sat in the empty exam room at the hospital, only a twenty minute drive from your house, you hesitated coming for a long time, fearing your.. issue, was too insignificant. Yet you had been needing to someone about it for a while, you were a relatively shy person, afraid of speaking up in your very few past relationships about the importance of your needs being fulfilled, and you paid the price for it for what felt like eternity. You pondered whether you were just cursed- cursed to never have an orgasm, to never walk on clouds of pure ecstasy, just briefly.

All of a sudden, the door burst open and you lowered your head from where it had been staring into space at a cupboard, your whole upper body jolting. A man limped in, eyes glued to your file, not clad in a lab coat and a diligent expression, but filled with quirk, his cane contacted the floor in an obnoxious fashion and he appeared worn and gruff, yet somehow ruggedly handsome. Maybe this had been a mistake, maybe you should get up and apologise for wasting the hospital’s time, but, there was something about this doctor that was so captivating, you were almost frozen on the spot.

“So, what’s wrong with you.” He spat out, visibly disgruntled and still not looking at you, making you feel even guiltier for your presence.

“I- um..”

He snapped the folder closed almost comically and looked down at you, only for his expression to soften slightly. The way he scanned your body made you immediately insecure, as you yourself stared down at the skimpy top you had chosen: perfect for the Princeton heatwave, an unfortunate choice to completely platonically get your nether regions examined by a stranger. You saw his eyes drift up from your cleavage to your collarbone before you found the courage to speak and break the silence.

“I have a problem.. down there.”

He sighed and paused, before placing his cane against the wall and motioning at you to open your legs. It felt almost taboo, to be taking your shorts and panties off as he pulled disposable gloves over his hands- what if he meant sit back or something and you’re the pervert with your whole ass and front out. Yet, as your overthinking drowned you, the doctor attended to you, his care precise and delicate in contrast to his uncaring outward appearance. Featherlight touches making you need to screw your mouth shut tight, you watched his face slowly contract in confusion before he straightened himself out and began to pull off his gloves.

“Good news- you’re cured. There was nothing wrong with you. Hey, next time you want to be touched by a stranger, there’s a bar a few blocks down.”

“No-I..”

“If it’s the whole doctor-patient thing that really gets you going, I hear hookers are extra cheap during the holidays.”

“My problem is that I can’t.. finish. I thought maybe it was something, medical, so I came here and-“

“Lean back and keep your legs open.” He sighed, his right hand was still clad in a glove yet his left had just been stripped bare.

You obeyed him quickly, with an almost embarrassing eager-ness. After he advanced forward to where you could feel his slow breaths as his head looked down at you, and the synthetic feeling of his gloved hand trace around your thigh. You felt a finger graze from the bottom of your folds, dip briefly at your entrance, and then continue up, plastic surface catching on your clit, making an unintentionally satisfying sensation.

“Your problem isn’t biological, it’s more.. environmental so to speak.”

Without a clue as to what he was saying, you stared up at him with doe eyes as he began to rub slow circles around your clit. You opened your mouth to ask but a small mewl left your lips, prompting him to clasp your mouth with his unused, bare hand. His hand was large and strong in a way that you felt he could crush your jaw and you would use the remnants of your mouth to thank him.

“The problem isn’t that you can’t orgasm, it’s that nobody has ever made you orgasm.”

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion, you had experienced multiple boyfriends- it cant be that your taste was that catastrophically bad…

“You waltz in here, in that tiny little top and bend-me-over eyes- but you left your voice at home. You couldn’t ask for a guy to give you what you really want if you tried, but now, you’re in safe hands.”

His fingers dipped to collect your wetness and then raised to pounce your clit with aggressively quick circles, you erupted in a pornographic moan which his hand only muffled slightly. You realised his piercing blue eyes, as they read your soul through your own tearful eyes, not to mention his piercing boner pointing at you through his pants.

Just when you felt something building in the pit of your stomach, he removed his fingers from your clit and instead inserted two deep in your hole. Your eyes rolled as far back as physically possible and you let out a sound that you didn’t know you could produce. As your moans ascended in pitch and your legs began to raise, you felt the doctor’s hand press firmer against your face. And in the span of a few seconds, for the first time ever, you climaxed at the hand of a complete stranger, a wave of cool bliss washed over you as you gasped for air.

The doctor withdrew from you and discarded his glove in an indifferent fashion, as if he hadn’t just made you see the light in a multitude of different ways.

“Thank you.” You panted, just as he had collected his cane to leave.

He paused at the door.

“If your problem persists, ask for a Doctor House the next time you come to the clinic.”