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"RSV" g. house/j. wilson Oneshot
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The cold atmosphere surrounding the two men dampened the mood plenty, and the harsh coughs of the patient in front of them made it worse.
House had taken a case of a seven year old girl who hadn’t been able to walk since she was three. Whenever pressure was put on her left leg she would get a shooting pain all the way up to her spine.
No doctor knew why, other than that it was immovable and that she would probably never use it again. She and her mom had come into the clinic due to a respiratory infection, and House found her background ‘interesting.’
After a plethora of examinations and not-so-legal operations, he and his team found a tumor in her calf and in the middle of her spinal cord. How all of her other doctors missed them baffled the man, truly.
But that was how he was now sitting next to the girl showing her magic tricks as Wilson discussed with her mom possible treatments.
“We could remove them and the dead tissue that surrounds the tumors, but it’s a tough and long operation that doesn’t have the highest chance of working.” Wilson stated lowly to the crying woman.
“How high?” She choked out, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
“A good, twenty-percent chance.” He estimated and thought about the severity of the girl's illness. “Her respiratory infection also doesn’t help much in the process, but if we don’t take those tumors out now, they might not be able to come out at all.”
The mother looked over at her daughter and watched as House pulled out a card from behind her ear, and then she saw him flick the girl’s forehead when she said it was the wrong card. Her mother laughed slightly, and then looked back at Wilson.
“Where do I sign?” Wilson smiled at her words and nodded to the door, “I’ll show you the reception.”
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The woman came back to the room and hugged her daughter, kissing her forehead. “Are you ready to get better, sweetie?”
The girl nodded her head and grinned, a tear falling from her eye.
Wilson walked in and snorted at House, who had fallen asleep in the chair with cards spread out all over him.
“House.” He called out to the man, repeating it louder again. House still didn’t wake up, and Wilson scoffed before looking at the girl and the woman.
“It’s about to get a little loud.” He warned them before he stood in front of the girl and offered his hand out. She took it, and he used his other to take off a cord that connected her to her heart monitor. It beeped loudly, repetitively, and House jolted awake.
“Huh?”
“Welcome back, we almost lost you there.” Wilson said sarcastically, and House rolled his eyes. Wilson looked back at the girl, and he and House both grimaced when she coughed on his face.
“I am so sorry.” The girl said and covered her mouth as she finished coughing.
Wilson smiled tightly at her and connected her back to the heart monitor, “It’s all right, it happens more than you think.”
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“Where’s Wilson?” House barged into Cuddy’s office, completely ignoring the man she was with.
“House!” She scolded him, gesturing to the other man. “I’m in a meeting with someone. Knock next time.”
“Oh, really? In that shirt I thought you were trying to proposition him a little something-something, if you catch my drift.” He raised his eyebrows to punctuate his sentence and grinned.
Cuddy gritted her teeth, and excused herself from the other man before walking out of the office with House trailing behind her.
“Wilson is at home sick with RSV. I told him to leave when I saw him this morning with eyebags heavier than yours and when I heard him cough his lungs out in his office from outside his door.”
House looked at her and hummed before taking off without a word. The woman groaned and turned around, stopping one of the assistants. “Clock Dr. House out of work, please.”
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House lifted his cane up to Wilson’s door and knocked to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut’. He didn’t get a response, so he jiggled the handle and opened the door when he noticed it was unlocked.
“You know, I could kill and rob you right now.” He shouted out as he walked into Wilson’s living room. It was eerily quiet, and he didn’t like it. The man thudded his cane on the ground three times and heard a faint cough as three other knocks followed from Wilson’s bedroom wall.
House’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to see the sick oncologist, roughly opening the door and turning on the lights. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”
Wilson groaned loudly and grabbed one of his pillows to cover his head with, coughing underneath it. He groaned even louder when House poked him with his cane, right before House jabbed it into his side.
“Ow! House!” Wilson uncovered his head and looked at the other man, holding up his hand to the light above them. He coughed a bit, and House let out a quick ‘yikes’ when he saw just how bad Wilson looked.
The man in question had eyebags darker than his own hair, and his eyes were incredibly red and puffy. His lips were dry and cracked, and he had dried drool on his chin. His cheeks were red as well, and his hair was tousled like he just got thrown off a bull.
“Jesus Christ.” House murmured, taking in the sight of his best friend. The said man had only grunted and thrown his face back into his pillow, coughing into it.
“If you’re gonna gawk, at least turn the lights off.” His voice was muffled, but House understood it enough to flick the light switch and leave the room.
The man stood there for a second, staring at the door before going into the kitchen and grabbing Wilson’s keys from the glass bowl, and leaving to go to his own house.
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Wilson’s eyes opened when he heard his front door slam shut, and he inhaled deeply and sat up. He ran his hands through his tangled hair and carefully stood up, making his way to his bathroom. Washing his hands when he was finished with his business, he turned off the water and dried his hands while trying to sniff the air.
He couldn’t smell or breathe very well, but there was a slight smell of Thai food that caught his attention. He fixed his hair and left the bathroom, and wobbled to his kitchen, where he saw House sitting down on his sofa and eating noodles while watching ‘General Hospital.’
“Save any for me?” He croaked out and cleared his throat.
“Fridge.” Was the only thing House said through a mouthful of noodles, and Wilson made his way to his fridge.
He pulled out a box of more noodles, and noticed the grocery bag on his counter. He reached out for it, and pulled out a bottle of Nyquill, Aspirin, Tylenol, allergy medications, and Motrin.
He opened the bottle of Tylenol and grabbed two, tossing them into his mouth and fitting his head under the sink to down them with the tap water. He grabbed the Thai noodles and sat down next to House, digging into his food.
They both sat there in enjoyable silence until Wilson noticed all of the new pillows and blankets that sat on his reclinable sofa and spoke up.
“What’s all that for?” He mumbled through his noodles.
“Doesn’t matter.” House said simply, pushing himself off the couch with his cane and taking his trash and bowl to the kitchen. Wilson stared at the cushions and shrugged, continuing to watch the TV.
When he was finished, he got up and also took his bowl to the kitchen, and he coughed into his elbow as he placed his bowl in the sink. “Are you going to pay rent, at least?”
“Nope.” House popped the P and typed away on Wilson’s laptop, not bothering to look at the man. Wilson deadpanned at House until he decided to walk away and go back to his room, flopping onto his bed and falling asleep there.
The other man was searching for drug cocktails that he could inject his friend with to get him better, and he grinned devilishly when he found one that he had access to all of the drugs.
He leaned over slightly to see if Wilson’s door was open or not, and stood up and quickly made way to his bag when he saw it was closed. He pulled out what should have been a med-kit, and took out the drugs in it. He chose what he needed, and made sure all of the right ingredients were put into a syringe.
He slowly limped to Wilson’s room, opting out of using his cane so that he didn’t cause too much noise and wake him up. House opened his door carefully, and his nerves eased when he heard the loudest snore he’s ever heard in his life.
He ticked his tongue and made his way to Wilson, pulling out a sanitisation packet from his pocket. He lifted the sleeping man’s shirt and carefully rubbed it onto his back, freezing when he stirred. Pulling out the other packet, he wiped down the needle slowly and injected Wilson with the cocktail quickly.
He froze again, expecting Wilson to wake up and yell at him, but he didn’t. He was still fast asleep, and still snoring. House smiled in success and tossed the syringe into the trashcan by Wilson’s bed, and covered it up with crinkled tissues. He then left the room and closed the door, and went back into the kitchen where the laptop was.
House re-skimmed over the article with the side effects and he stopped when he saw something slightly alarming.
“Patient may fall unconscious for any time ranging from 16 hours to 2 days. Watch closely and monitor all the time. Any illnesses that the patient may have when the cocktail is injected will dimishness.”
“Shit.”
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Wilson woke up after twenty-six hours with cotton mouth, a diaper on, and no idea where he was until he saw House sitting on a chair reading a magazine.
“House?” He grumbled, lifting himself up to look at his clock. It was late, 1:24 in the morning to be exact. He looked back at House, and the man stood up and slapped the back of his hand onto Wilson’s forehead and held it there.
“Feels fine.” The man said, and he grabbed his cane and left the confused Wilson to his own devices.
Wilson didn’t know what happened, or what to do, so he chose to take a shower and freshen up. When he was done, he saw a glass of water on his bedside table and downed it immediately.
He sighed and stood there, unsure of what to do once again. That was until he noticed he felt much better than when he fell asleep.
He went to find House, and saw him in the kitchen again making what he assumed was an omelet. Staring into the back of House’s head, he felt that something was wrong.
He went to sleep with RSV and the worst headache and cough of his life, and now he felt like he could run a marathon.
“What did you do?” He questioned, and locked eyes with House when he turned around.
“What, no ‘thank you?’ No, ‘Oh my goodness, House. I feel so much better, thank you for your help and kindness?’” House mocked, tossing the omelet onto a plate and holding it out for Wilson.
Wilson felt iffy taking the food, but he still did and he sat down at the table as House served him a glass of orange juice.
“It’s two in the morning-” “I don’t care, eat your food.”
“M’kay.” Wilson didn’t argue and he grabbed his fork and ate, huffing down all of it and drinking every drop in the glass. “So, what’d you do?”
“I drugged you with seven different drugs.” House told him, grabbing Wilson’s plate and putting it in the sink before filling his glass back up with more juice. Wilson sat there and stared at him in disbelief, no words could come out of his mouth.
“Right.” Was the only word he could say, and he downed the drink in his glass. His mind was racing with many things he wanted to tell his friend.
He was in awe that he would put him so close to death, and that he would even think of doing such a thing that could one again, put him so close to death. It was insane of him to do, and he was flabbergasted. But what came out instead of yelling was,
“You cared that much?” House turned on the water to the sink and grabbed a sponge and soap and started doing the dishes, ignoring Wilson’s question.
That was the only answer Wilson needed, though, and he smiled at the back of House’s head.
“I’m telling your team when I go into work.”
“No the hell you aren’t!”
“Oh, yes the hell I am!”
-Character Requests-
These are just some characters I will do from fandoms that I can think of, feel free to request any character though, even if they're not here!
I do Oneshots, Series, and SMAU's. If there's anything that you want, just ask!
*-Rules-*
The Walking Dead:
Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth
House MD:
Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"
CreepyPasta:
Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally
Slashers/Creepos:
Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice
Criminal Minds:
Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet
White Collar:
Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones
Hannibal NBC:
Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Freddie Lounds
Marvel Universe:
Loki Laufeyson, Mobius Mobius, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfied, and Tom Holland), MJ Watson, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Carol Danvers, Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula
IT (2017 and 2019):
Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise
Stranger Things:
Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove
Once Upon a Time:
Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena
Good Omens:
Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel
Avatar:
Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)
The Boys:
Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy
An edit of the 1st pic Wilson and 2nd pic House lovingly gazing at each other would be too powerful
House S4 Alone, 2007
i wanna put them on top of my tv stand like a smiski
these two guys are stuck in my head🧍♂️
House and his venture to find the 1 million and one ways to annoy James Wilson.
everyone give it up for the saddest man in new jersey
truly nothing about house md prepares you for wilson. he's fucking insane. he's been divorced three times. he's the only person who can scheme just as well as house. he gives a patient his own liver bc he felt bad for him - a patient who didn't even know wilson's name. btw. he noticed a patient had depression bc he never mentioned his grandkids. he starred in a porno. he dosed house with antidepressants for several weeks. he allowed his boybestie and his gf to share custody of him and didn't even try to stop it. house told him to buy a piece of furniture that represented who he was, and he bought a $4000+ organ for house. he was gonna torpedo his career to talk abt euthanasia bc one of his patients suffered longer than he had to. he let house move into his 1 bed apartment bc his therapist thought it'd be a good idea. this man would do anything for anybody if they let him. he'd fucking quit his job to save a snail off the sidewalk. bro is not normal in the slightest
rewatching house for *mumbles an embarrassingly high number* time, and seeing tiny little baby season 1 wilson
hes the definition of babygirl, pookie, sweetheart, snugglemuffin, sweet baby angel, cutie patootie, etc
hey pookies
i hope my fellow House MD enjoyers know that my medical professors have said that it's the least inaccurate medical drama. that is so silly
and this is why we love him
I think Wilson is my fav character because he's just as insane as House you just don't notice it because he's nicer. House will say some crazy shit like "I'm going to experiment on a pregnant woman" and Wilson is the type to go "yeah that sounds like something you'd do" then help with zero convincing needed. An entire episode where he made an enemy of a billionaire and got fired because his best buddy who commits medical malpractice every single day was being scrutinized. House could literally text him "let's quit our jobs and start an emo band" and Wilson will be at his door in ten minutes saying "this is a terrible idea" with a guitar on his back
Robert Sean Leonard with cast-mates from The Violet Hour (2003) and Mayor Michael Bloomberg unveiling the renovated Biltmore Theater.
Robert Sean Leonard as “Dr. James Wilson” in House, M.D. Season 1 promo shots.
Breeding kink wilson !!!!!! Poke a hole in the condom wilson !!!!!!! “ive got a vasectomy” knowing damn well he hasn’t wilson!!!!!!! he wants kids and to see u pregnant soooooo baaaad i need that mmf 😕 ESPECIALLY IF THE READER IS MYCH YOUNGER THAN HIM
-🎏 anon
a new sexy anon we love to see it
yk what...HELL YEAHH
im usually not a big fan of breeding kinks, but it fits wilson sooo well
YES YES YES to the younger woman. he is sooo the type to date women half his age (I have a draft of this that im working on right now)
can we talk about vasectomys for a second. because why is that lowk so hot... like after you have kids, a man getting a vasectomy without you asking him to is so fucking hot.
anon i raise you this, breeding kink "i brought condoms" Wilson x "im taking my birth control" reader. idk if this makes sense to anyone but me. you're trying to baby trap him because he's hot, older, takes care of you, and an ONCOLOGIST (money money money) he's trying to get you pregnant because:
a. he wants kids
b. he wants to see you pregnant, and know that he did that to you.
c. he needs to keep you around forever
however, neither of you know the other one's plan. if you did it would almost ruin the fantasy. you came so close to telling him. it was about a week after you stopped taking your birth control and you guys just had sex. you were saying in bed together afterwards and you started to feel guilty. these thoughts don't last long when you remember why you're doing this. you want him around forever, and there's no better way to do it. his arm wrapping around your waist pulls you from your thoughts. he begins to pepper kisses down your neck.
Wilson never had a moment where he really considered telling you. he's so evil at heart oh my god. like he cared about how it would affect you, but he was already planning on taking care of you forever, so it doesn't matter. he'd always be there for you, and he'd treat you better than anyone else could. (this is not in a cute, caring way. it's possessive, it's mean, it's selfish. but god is it hot...)
this was shockingly fun to think about and I might have to incorporate it into a fic (if I ever have time to write 💔)
thank you for this silly little prompt
(after a pregnancy scare this was so funny to write)
Rip doctor Gregory House you would've loved pretending to choke yourself at any inconvenience and sending death threats on twitter 💔
(pics are from pinterest)
okay guys who wants to yearn for eachother!!
the bottom photo kills me
like he wants that cookie SO BADDD
nothing else needed, point blank, i love it
i want to fuck wilson
guys should I publish longer fics instead of just silly little ones??
I haven't had time to write a ton of longer stuff lately but I'm wondering what you guys want to see (I say this as if 90% of my writing isn't just what I like 💔)
anyways here's a picture I found on pinterest that literally made my head explode
if I can't fix him I might as well fuck him 💔
mmm we share a love for perv wilson… i would love to hear more of your thoughts on him. ;)
-💌
anon can we makeout instead? I'm not asking for a friend I asking for ME because we're too alike
YESSSS GIVE ME PERV WILSON ALL DAY HES SO UGHH
like this man is so so nasty in the bedroom and I LOVE it. I think that he would be very different in bed compared to his usual people pleasing, kind attitude. instead he would be mean and sadistic. he tell you that you're nothing but a slut for him, he'd made you cry, he'd slap you and then kiss your cheek because he's still himself in the end.
you're his release. his play thing. his toy. and let me tell you, he does NOT share. (house can be an exception on occasion) if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you mention one of your male coworkers, his jealousy goes insane. the best part about his jealousy is the way he fucks you after. he's rough, careless, and unforgiving. (he never loses his pleasure dom ways you're still going to cum atleast 3 times) he throws you around like you're weightless, he fucks your face until you're sure you're going to throw up. he'd leave the most disgusting hickeys on you, in places that are impossible to cover up. (house does more of this imo lmk if I should dedicate a post to him) he would make you beg for him, make you beg for him to touch you.
he loves how much you'll do for him. he thinks it's the hottest thing in the world. he'll buy you slutty outfits to wear around his friends, knowing that you’ll do anything he asks, just so he can show off what's his. (this led to a fun night with him and house)
if he had a bad day you better be waiting in bed when he gets home. because he has no mercy, taking all of his frustrations out on you. if you do something he doesn't think is appropriate, he'd be so mean that you'd cry while he fucks you. if you get too loud he'd shove his thumb in your mouth and tell you how much of a slut you are since you can't seem to shut up, how you must want everyone in the building to know what he's doing to you. (though I think he is a bit of an exhibitionist and he also wants everyone to know what he's doing to you, he gets off more on the control of forcing you to be quiet)
more on his exhibitionism, he'd love doing things to you in his office. that could be fingering you, eating you out, or fucking you. this all started with you sucking his dick in his office, under his desk while he was doing paperwork. it was amazing until house barged into his office, demanding to know why his door was locked and complaining that he was forced to use the balcony door. Wilson hadn't been thinking about locking that door since it never gets used. he starts to panic, knowing how house reads people, especially him. he glances back down at his paperwork, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. you continue to suck his dick despite his pulling of your hair. he swallows his moans with clenched teeth. house suddenly stops his sentence, turning his full attention to Wilson. "what's got you so flustered?" house says with a smirk before unlocking Wilson's door and hobbling down the hallway. for once, closing the door behind him.
he's so insecure, but it somehow adds to his appeal
okay 💌 anon I love you
if anyone would get it. i think it’s you. and i just gotta say wilson would be SO expressive during sex. just watching the show, he’s always wearing how he feels. sex would not be an exception
YES YES YES I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS HE IS SOOO EXPRESSIVE
to start, his eyes tell the entire story before he even starts talking. like those puppy dog eyes he gives you when he's upset. ugh I NEED him.
back to the goon ofc. I imagine him being a big pleaser. like he ALWAYS wants to get you off first. you're his priority, after all. he'd be eating you out and stare up at you with those boba brown eyes (I feel like I stole this description from someone and if I did I'm so sorry) while he eats you like a man starved.
the whole time this is happening you can't tell who's moaning more. he's lapping at your clit and moaning like a bitch. it's pathetic, and so so so hot. (he's more subby expressive in my mind but I absolutely adore dom wilson and I have so many headcannons for him lmk if I should post them)
imagine you're sucking his dick and he's doing his best to be quiet but he just can't. he's repeating your name like a prayer. "fuck, that's my good girl" would be a common phrase from him.
however, in my perv wilson world he'd be very rough with you. it would be the one time he lets his sweet, caring mask slip. seeing you oh so willing to do what he wants turns him on beyond belief. he's in love with you and CANNOT be normal about it. he sees how sweet you are and it just makes him want to ruin. he's pulling your hair, choking you, tying you up, anything his depraved mind wants. (he's a freak and there's so much more than this)
also the idea of him coming home and just being a mess for you, he's begging to fuck you, or eat you out. anything with you, he NEEDS it. he needs YOU.
when you guys are fucking his eyes are literally rolling back, he's moaning like he's in a porno, and he's fucking you relentlessly. he never shuts up. AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL. he praises you and makes sure you know how good you make him feel. tells you how beautiful you look while he absolutely destroys you. it gives you whiplash, his soft words mixed with his brutal pace.
this does not discredit how much of a freak he is. he'd text you to meet him in his office for lunch and then have you bent over his desk 10 minutes later. he's doing his best to be quiet and shoving his fingers in yours to shut you up. he'd call you a slut for showing up, and he'd mention how you know that he loves seeing you like this. he's raking his eyes over you, enjoying the mess he's made of you right in his office. he'd whisper in your ear that you need to be his good girl and be quiet, he'd mention that if you get too loud house might be able to hear you through the wall, they're thin after all. this just makes you moan louder. causing him to shove his fingers further down your throat, enjoying the way you gag, just like you do on his cock.
if this wasn't the response you expected I tend to get carried away just send the ask again and I can change it up
I hope you enjoy!!
BILLY JOEL AND WILSON HOW WILL I SURVIVE
& the most she will do is throw shadows at you (but she’s always a woman to me)
“hes obsessed with you. which is ridiculous, because he doesn’t even like you. he thinks.”
synopsis: wilson has always been a little too good at self-deception. until you come along and ruin it.
he’s not sure when it started.
maybe it was the third time you rolled your eyes at him during rounds.
or the fifth time you said, “that’s an interesting opinion,” in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t.
maybe it was when you laughed at him in that specific way — sharp and amused and teeth-baring — and walked off without another word.
whatever the cause, the effect is this:
he’s obsessed with you.
which is ridiculous, because he doesn’t even like you.
he thinks.
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you’re impossible.
he tells himself that often.
you’re careless with your words. you’re smug when you’re right.
you point out inconsistencies in his logic, question his methods, act like his years of experience are a mild inconvenience to your brilliance.
you’re not cruel. just —
confident. disarming.
and so, so infuriatingly competent.
he can’t stand it.
he also can’t stop thinking about it.
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“you’ve got that look again,” house says, leaning into his office like a vulture.
“what look?” wilson asks, not looking up from the file in front of him.
“like you’re planning a murder. or writing a love letter.”
“i’m working.”
“you’re sulking,” house corrects.
wilson sighs, saying nothing.
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the problem is, you’re not wrong about him.
you see right through the charm, the practiced calm, the emotional sleight of hand.
you don’t call him out on it. you just look at him.
like you know.
like it’s obvious.
he hates it.
he hates you.
he also, somehow, wants you to do it again.
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he thinks about you in places he shouldn’t.
at night, when he’s brushing his teeth.
in the car, waiting at red lights.
during meetings, when you’re not even there.
sometimes he imagines arguing with you just to see what you’d say. other times he imagines you kissing him mid-sentence to shut him up.
... he doesn’t like admitting this to himself.
doesn’t like what it says about him.
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“you’re patient,” cuddy told him once. “you’re the nice one.” he thinks about that a lot.
he wonders what she’d say if she saw him now; biting his tongue until it bleeds, because you made a comment about his latest consult. it was technically accurate, but also humiliating and he kind of wants to die and/or kiss you about it.
he wonders what you’d say if he snapped.
(he won’t.)
(probably.)
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one day you stop by his office to borrow a file.
you knock once, step inside without waiting, and say something so neutral and mundane that it shouldn’t make his chest ache, but it does.
your voice is calm. your sleeves are rolled up. you don’t even glance at him as you flip through the papers on his desk.
he watches you for maybe two seconds too long.
you notice.
you raise an eyebrow. “what?”
he says, “you’re exhausting.”
you blink. then smile. “likewise.”
and you leave. like nothing just happened.
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he puts his head in his hands and laughs.
he hates you. god, he hates you.
he wants you to ruin his life.
(he suspects you already have.)
ooooo good good!!!!! definitely expect some in ur inbox then. so — we know that wilson canonically has a somno kink… what are your thoughts? bc I haven’t been able to think about anything else but waking up to him taking me like that for months now…🫢 immediate need.
love, 💌
oh anon...you have no idea how much I love you
ANYWAYS I had no idea this was canon and am very very curious when we learn this (I can't find a clip or anything online)
I actually find this superrrr hot. I personally think that Wilson is an absolute FREAK. a perv for lack of better words. I can imagine him seeing you already asleep in bed when he gets home, another late night. it was a rough day, and wilson is simply craving release. he considers waking you up, but he doesn't want to bother his lover with his current frustrations. he grabs something to eat, and a beer. he finishes his food and weighs his options. he could wake you up and hope that you're not mad at him for disturbing you, not a great choice. he could jerk off, not terrible, but why would he use his hand when you're right there? lying innocently in your shared bed, he sighs at the sight. he remembers a long time ago when he'd mentioned waking you up with his tongue, he remembers the blush across your cheeks when he said it. it's not that different, he convinces himself as he begins to strip from his work clothes. sliding his blazer off and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. his tie had been undone since he arrived home, his dress shirt being the next thing to come off. sliding gently down his shoulders as it drops to the floor alongside his blazer and tie. he carelessly undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks. he glances at your sleeping form, imagining the things he'll do. he steps out of his slacks before walking over to the bed. you look stunning, so relaxed and comfortable. it's like you're drawing him in. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before trailing down to your neck. he resumes his kisses as he slides his boxers down. he gives himself a few lazy strokes before focusing his attention on you. he knows you're a heavy sleeper, and that his light kisses won't wake you. however, his fingers slipping inside your panties might be a bit more likely to wake you. his fingers slide between your folds, gently exploring before he pulls them back out. he sticks two of his fingers into his own mouth, coating them with saliva. he then pulls your panties to the side. his fingers delicately brush over your clit before he brings them lower, he slides one finger into you with ease. 'fuck' he whispers to himself. you clench around him involuntarily.
he opts to slide in a second finger, hoping to warm you up quickly. his fingers stretch you, as they always do. he feels your pussy getting more wet with each thrust of his fingers. he pulls them out quickly, his calm and collected mask slipping as he rubs your wetness across his cock. he strokes himself once more before rubbing his tip between your folds. he slowly begins to slide inside of you. he bites down on his knuckle to muffle his moans. he moves slowly as you clench around him again, still asleep. his pace speeds up slightly, he throws his head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. James attention is quickly on you. he tenses up instantly. 'why didn't I think of what happens if she wakes up' his mind races with a whirlwind of thoughts. he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding when you didn't stir. he resumes his thrusts into you at a brutal pace as he chases his high, taking the frustrations of his day out on you. you feel a familiar sensation in your stomach as you wake up. a tight, full feeling that causes waves of pleasure to wash over you. James had his eyes closed as he bites down on his finger, silencing his pathetic moans. he looks down at you a moment later, quickly realizing that you're awake. he freezes when he meets my eyes. you had joked about waking eachother up with head, but never expected something like this. "honey I didn't want to wake you I just-" before he can finish you cut him off. "don't stop now, I'm so close…" he cocks his head to the side with surprise and curiosity. "o-okay" he says hesitantly as he thrusts into you once more, his pace slower than before, more careful. "James, faster, please" are all the words you can muster as a coil tightens in your stomach. James increases his pace as his fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly as your orgasm crashes into you. you scream his name, a string of pornographic moans spill from your lips. James' pace begins to falter, his thrusts become erratic and inconsistant. he cums inside of you with a loud moan, the only coherent words being your name. he repeats it over and over as he rides out his orgasm, chest heaving as he pants erratically. he pulls out and collapses next to you. at first, you were apprehensive when you realized what was happening. but as you came to your senses you realized how hot it is that James came home and just had to have his way with you. James sits up, turning to face you as he places a kiss on your forehead, "thank you" he whispers into your temple as he kisses you again. you nod and rub his cheek affectionately. "im glad you got what you needed."
I love you 💌 anon and I hope you enjoy please feel free to send any other thoughts you have (this is my first time writing somno so any feedback is appreciated!)
i literally cannot stop thinking about this
hehe are you ok with spicy drops about wilson or house in your inbox… asking for a friend
ANON I LOVE YOU PLEASE SEND THEM THEY GIVE ME LIFE AMD MOTIVATION TO WRITE (especially the wilson ones he's my current obsession)
literally any and all spicy drops are welcome here we don't discriminate (unless it's cnc please keep those to yourself)
I will read and respond to them all as quickly as possible, I literally never get tired of them (you're welcome to dm me if you'd prefer that too 💗)
literally give me ONE chance with either of them
or both 🤤🤤
based on that one image on twt idk Sorry...
I ran out of james wilson fics on ao3 and tumblr so i had to go to wattpad and it was actually the scariest experience of my life why is that app still in use 💔
it was worse than the ao3 trenches.
the way wilson looks at house is so special to me
I NEED an edit of james wilson to "sharp dressed man" by zz top
everytime I hear that song all I can think of is wilson