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ᝰ James Wilson

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌.𝐃. — | @shmaptainwrote

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 | @/shmaptainwrote

James and Reader have not been on great terms since their divorce, but an emerging situation with their son forces them to put aside their differences and work together and hope that past feelings don't resurface

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑 | @/shmaptainwrote

James moves into a new apartment and finds a new friend in his neighbour across the hall

Law & Medicine | @vigilante-3073

James Wilson has a secret relationship and House finally discovers it.

Attorney Reader

Pretty In Pink | @/vigilante-3073

House is curious about Wilson's newly formed relationship with the head of the Pediatrics Department.

Wedding Bells Or Separations? | @/vigilante-3073

Something has changed between Wilson and the head of the Pediatrics Department. House is feeling bored and decides to investigate.

I miss us sometimes | @papriikau

You and James Wilson hadn't spoken since your divorce. You still care for him after all this time, but choose to avoid him to avoid getting hurt. But when a family emergency forces you to reconnect with your ex-husband, you struggle with your feelings for each other.

A RIDE HE WOULDN’T SURVIVE | @/papriikau

you and Wilson have been secretly dating and House keeps trying to figure out who Wilsons seeing.

You’re Hired | @star-girl-05

Mornin’ | @/star-girl-05

Loving You From Afar | @/star-girl-05

House is Cupid | @solcito-dps

wilson needs to get out of an annoying situation, luckily you came in the picture just in time.

“If you don’t stop-” | @curiouser--and--curiouser

Tiny humans | @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

House gets to meet Wilson’s new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare…peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

James Wilson x peds!reader | @/the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Dr y/n y/l/n is a brilliant paediatrician at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. She is a ray of sunshine throughout the hospital. But don’t let the glitter and games fool you, she is an outstanding doctor who has the best track record out of everyone, second only to Gregory House (but she has him beat on bedside manner). No one in the hospital could believe it when she started dating the head of oncology, mr prince-charming himself! Least of all House.

You go. I go. | @/the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

Vogler is on the warpath, his only goal; the termination of Gregory House. James won’t let this happen. But when his career is put on the line, your heart only tells you to do one thing.

Heartbeat | @kining-the-evil

Nothing brings a fighting couple together like a life threatening event

Jealous James Wilson Headcanons | @/kining-the-evil

dating wilson headcannons | @sorencd

make her mine | @gegewrites

Elevator | @bvnnyjo

I Believe What You Said | @haloshornsinkstains

Commitment | @bi-bard

(Y/n) has recently realized that their boyfriend of a few months, James, seems to be avoiding them. They confront an old friend in the hopes of getting answers and finding a way to help.

Mornings with you | @pomegranateshrimp

Finding you in the break room having a panic attack. (1) | @/pomegranateshrimp

House’s Gremlin | @specialagentlokitty

house's kid comes to visit Wilson and ends up teasing the team with her dad

Two | @/specialagentlokitty

Prompt for Wilson being in a new relationship where Wilson expects their new s/o to react to House like everyone else does, but they turn around and surprise him with their attitude.

meeting house. | @thinkingaboutbetterdays

ᝰ Robert Chase

Dr. Robert Chase x GN!Reader | @daisywrites101

houses kid! Reader, | @y13evie

KISS AND TELL | @iwritefandomimagines

after endless mutual pining, you and chase finally hooked up over the weekend. you agreed to keep it a secret while you figured things out, but it doesn’t last long with the team around.

MORE THAN THAT | @/iwritefandomimagines

when one of your best friends turns up at the hospital with her daughter unwell, you introduce chase as your colleague. considering you’ve been seeing each other for nearly five months now, he does not like that one bit.

I’m sorry I always said the wrong thing. | @audiovideodisco

You have a crush on your Aussie colleague, but have given up on ever being his type, or even someone he respects. People never change, right?

Wedding Night Excitement | @dearestro

Who knew a slip of the hand could lead to this?

Fluff | @rosedpetal

all worth it | @saorsawrites

Lazy evenings with chase after a long day of being annoyed by House

a winning bet. | @thinkingaboutbetterdays

ᝰ Dr House

“that’s my girl!” | @stxrshxpxd

house can’t stay focused on the case when something more interesting is distracting him, but reader knows how to put up a fight in the vicious bantering and flirting match that ensues

feelings are scary. | @thinkingaboutbetterdays

Masterlist | @kittenlittle24

Colleagues | @/kittenlittle24

Perfect for him,  | @biahouse

You're House's girlfriend. Wilson doesn't like you, but... 3 times Wilson realized you were the perfect person for house, +1 time he finally admits it

I’m Eepy | @thatgenericwriter

House and the reader have a 4 year old child that definitely takes after her father

When Time Stops | @/thatgenericwriter

reader is at home when they get a surprise visit

Girl!Dad House | @multi-fandom-imagine

Supporting | @specialagentlokitty

Surprise? | @skywwwalker

what i want | @/skywwwalker

The unexpected | @frost-queen

do you yield? | @cmkren

Unsurprisingly, a night out between House and Wilson doesn’t end up uneventful. Tensions were strung in a-- stranger way, now with Amber in the picture. One of House's grand schemes goes sideways when the person he provokes ends up punching him right in the face. In an attempt to get Wilson in trouble (due to the whole curfew agreement), House got ahead of himself and now Wilson dumps him onto someone else rather than face the wrath of his girlfriend.

a human’s touch | @/cmkren

Maybe in some other lifetime romanticism wasn’t lost to House. That he had grown into a man capable of giving clear-cut affections— and capable of receiving it as well.  The first ever puzzle he never wanted to solve, and it was of his heart. You, on the other hand, couldn’t give a damn about it all. You tied yourself to him after all.

House being secretly sweet would include… | @justanescapism

Bump in the Road | @cas-kingdom

You notice something which may mean you have cancer, and Wilson’s the only one you can logically turn to.

Split | @/cas-kingdom

For three years, you’ve kept the fact that Stacy married Mark from House. When he finds out, he’s not happy.

Stubborn | @writeyouin

Mirror Image Part 1 of 2 | @/writeyouin

do better | @crossingthedreams

a relationship between the boss and his employee has a million ways to go wrong. one, in particular, hurt them the most.

Christmas | @michelle-is-writing

Family Matters, | @/michelle-is-writing

St. James Infirmary (pt. 1) | @the-houserat

Y/N is in an accident

Loml | @di-writes-stuff

Your eyes flicker down, wet lashes catching in the low light as your lips cinch into a pout. “Yeah, but…”

“No buts,” He gently cuts in. “We talked about this. That feeling? It isn’t real. That’s your nervous system replaying an old script. Trauma’s a terrible narrator. We don’t let her drive anymore, remember?”

You respond with a slow small nod, too wrought with feeling to find words.

“And you’re not doing anything wrong,” he cups your face, touch tender, his tone even more so—so gentle it doesn’t register as wrong. “You’re just… letting someone take care of you. That’s all. Let me take care of you.” He says, trailing kisses up the slope of your throat to the tender hinge of your jaw where tear-stained skin still glows.

But it doesn’t stop the crying. If anything, it makes it worse.

Your sobs hitch on a series of snap and grind from Wilson’s hips as he thrusts a little harder—cock driving into you just enough to jolt your frame back, where the edge of the desk bites into your flesh. Tears bead along your lashes, sliding hot and soundless down your cheeks. Not from the sex, not from the pleasure, but from the weight of what you told him just minutes ago. About feeling unwanted and unseen. A walking cliche stitched together by abandonment and father-shaped holes.

And now he’s inside you. Filling you. Cradling you with the tenderness of someone who thinks this might pass for healing.

So maybe it does, to someone as fucked up as you at least.

You press a hand to his broad chest, palm catching the rise and fall of his breath. Your fingertips caress the loosened knot of his tie—once pristine, now crooked and slack, nearly undone. Like him.

This was the same man who used to sit across from you, witnessing you sob through stories you couldn’t look him in the eye to tell. He shouldn’t be the same person pinning you to polished wood, stretching your cunt slow enough to savor it.

And yet, as he rocks into you, you can’t help but wonder… is he even getting off on you? Or is he getting off on the taste of your misery?

Doesn’t matter. The thought splinters the moment his hand curls under your thigh, hiking one leg higher as he folds you raw and open, slamming back in with a force that feels less like desire and more like penance. The new angle wrings a ragged gasp out your vocal cords, his thick shaft punches deep—too deep—right into that devastatingly nerve-rich cluster he’s already learned to find, over and over.

His thumb glides down between your slick folds and nudges at your puffy clit, circling at the nub like he’s tuning you to the right frequency, drawing out the helpless notes from the well of your chest until you’re mewling into his shoulder.

“Wilson—! …ah, ngh… please…” you cry out, spine arching hard off the desk you nearly knock that trembling mug to its grave. You’re loud enough that someone outside could potentially hear. Hell, they probably already have by now. You should care, but you don’t. Not when he’s wrecking your pussy, soothing your emotional wounds, and probably giving you brand new ones to unpack with the next poor bastard you call a therapist.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” He purrs, all syrupy-sweet and utterly knowing, his gaze never leaving the ruddied planes of your face as pleasure cauterizes the doubt from your marrow, burning it out of you one tremor at a time. “You don’t have to fight it,” he coos. “Just let me do the work, sweetheart. That’s what I’m here for.”

Wilson drags your knees towards him in a smooth pull, pelvis slotting bruisingly tight to yours, coarse hairs at the base of him scraping against your sensitive clit. His gaze dips, pupils yawning greedily wide at your slick heat drooling onto the desk, soaking loose papers and whatever’s left of your dignity.

“Mmf… you should see yourself right now,” he exhales, not quite speaking to you—more so a private awe he can’t hold back.

“You were just like this earlier. Sitting there with your hands in your lap, voice all small and shaky…”

A groan escapes him as his eyelids shuddered closed, a shadow of something jagged and ugly slithers through the cracks of the man he’s trying to be. “You were crying like the world was ending. And all I could think was how badly I wanted to touch you.”

“G-God, I got so fucking hard.”

Yet his words barely register, drowned out by an endless, fraying hum that crests and shreds when the head of his dick bumps too far in, grazing your cervix on the upswing that has your nails clawing grooves into the desk.

“…Sl-slow down, wait—I’m gonna—agh, I can’t—!” Your plea disintegrates mid-moan, a weak stammer hoarse and thinned out beneath the static flooding your skull.

Wilson’s rhythm falters, thrusts tapering off as tension snaps and motion ceases completely, his cock pulsing so hard it rips the world out from under you. The next breath you drag is choked with sensation as he finally comes, spilling into you in searing, viscous bursts.

He pulls out, chest heaving as he admires how his cum seeps in lazy white trails from your gaping, used hole. His tongue darts out instinctively, hand cupping your mound—two fingers lazily pushing his release back into you, curling with a pressure that’s more intimate than erotic now.

“…Hah… don’t waste it,” his words fled on an airless chuckle, hovering between humor and sincerity. Perhaps a bit too sincere. “Would be a shame to let any of it go.”

His other hand rests against your thigh, anchoring you with the weight of it, like he’s still pretending this means something clean.

“You’ll feel better soon,” he says quietly, brushing your hair away from your damp temple. “Sometimes it just… takes a little push to get there.”