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ash5monster01 · 9 months

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hii could i request a neil perry smut, similar to the charlie one. With a Taylor Swift song!! Love your work🤍🤍

New Romantics

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, lust, sexual attraction, smut, mentions of nudity, oral, p in v, first time, fluff

Summary: Neil Perry falls for you out of no where. In his minor crisis over his feelings for you, you find yourself feeling the exact same about him. After all a forbidden romance was far more interesting than the boring life you both had stuck in Welton.

a/n: I’m so sorry I absolutely got carried away with this but sweet precious little Neil and Taylor Swift. It’s genius.

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Neil Perry didn’t really care about girls. That didn’t mean he wasn’t attracted to them, of course he was. He just had far more important things to focus on than obsessing over a girl and her looks. That also wasn’t to say he didn’t care about those things either. Hell he had seen plenty of naked girls from the magazines Charlie stole from his father. He just never had in person and he was okay with that. He had things to focus on like school and pleasing his Dad. If he obsessed over girls like Charlie or Knox did he wouldn’t be able to keep up with the important stuff. At least that was what he thought until he saw you.

Neil had never been bothered by girls attending Welton like the other boys had. He’d rather them be comfortable and not distracting while he was here. Guys like Hopkins were the ones that couldn’t leave them alone. That was how he had ended up spotting you. Hopkins was leaning over you, hand pressed into the wall, his free arm trying to snake its way around your waist. Your heel came down so hard into the boys foot Neil actually heard him whimper.

“I told you to leave me alone!” you seethed, Neil’s eyes lifting to see your long hair swinging violently in your pony tail, bright eyes wide, nostrils flared. His heart stopped. You were damn near the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He was so distracted by the hills of your lips, imagining them pillowy soft against his own, he didn’t even notice you were now looking at him. A look in your eyes that could kill with your hands planted tightly on your hips.

“You want a go?” you asked, narrowed eyes and bright teeth shining behind your perfect red lips. Neil visibly gulped before shaking his head, clutching his books to his chest. You scared him. Yet not in the way you should. You scared him because for the first time in his life he found himself unable to deny his attraction.

“No, no. I uh, no” your head tipped back, the roll of your eyes so heavy he swore they almost disappeared. He wished your head would tip back like that looking up at him, touching him, taking care of him. The thought made his heart constrict in his chest, because he had never thought that about a girl before. It was as if he couldn't stop it, there was just something about you that made his skin tingle with anticipation. He had never had that before.

“Whatever Perry, find something else to entertain you” you scolded, briskly walking past him, shoulder brushing against his own. Unable to avoid it, another thought of you laying underneath him, with that fiery look appeared, and he actually had to close his eyes to shake the thought away.

So Neil spent the better part of the entire week trying to chase away thoughts of you. It was exactly what he had been afraid of. All consuming, distracting thoughts that he couldn’t seem to make go away. He had zoned out through three entire lectures before realizing he had a serious problem on his hands. He needed a way to get you out of his system and fast. Yet every time he was close to getting himself to stop he realized having thoughts and feelings for you was the most exciting thing to happen all year. The most exciting thing to ever happen in this school actually. At least since Keating had started teaching.

“Hey Neil, do you have the latin notes?” Charlie asked from Neil’s bed, surrounded by homework he was behind on. He preferred to catch up on it in the presence of his best friend rather than Cameron. Charlie didn't need a lecture about trying better at school from any one other than his father. Cameron had a habit of acting a lot like his Dad.

“Um, no actually” Neil gave him a sheepish look, long finger pushing the wired glasses up his nose.

“What do you mean no? You take notes even when Cameron helps us with math” Charlie sat up, confusion flooding his entire face. He just expected Neil to throw the notes over, he had never said no before.

“I was distracted” Neil shrugged, unsure how to properly explain himself.

“Something is up with you, you’ve been acting weird all week” Charlie shook his head, trying to read what was going on in Neil's head. Thing was it was usually Neil having to tell him what to do, not the other way around. As Charlie sat there trying to figure it out Neil felt the answer bubbling in his chest, ready to jump out at any moment. “What is going on?”

“Y/N” Neil blurted, nerves making his skin feel like it was on fire under the stare of his longest and oldest friend. The minute the name left his mouth he winced and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to watch Charlie as he processed this random response.

“Y/N? Like the Y/N in our latin class that tells Mcallister to eat it when she forgets her homework?” Neil opened his eyes and nodded, embarrassment covering his cheeks in a bright red.

“Since when do you even talk to her?” Charlie asked, arms crossing over his chest as an amused look covered his face. Neil never talked about girls, so this was a first.

“I don’t, but I can’t get her out of my head” Neil groaned as he gripped at his hair, more dirty images of the girl flashing through his mind. He needed help and as soon as he could get it.

“No way, Neil has a crush” Charlie snickered and that’s when Neil dropped his head on his desk, a defeated grunt escaping his lips.

“That’s the thing, it’s not just a crush” now that peaked Charlie’s interest, his best friend getting all squeamish about a girl was bound to be interesting.

“Not just a crush?” Charlie asked, eyebrows high in amusement. This was pure entertainment for Charlie, Neil embarrassed about a girl. Normally it was Neil being embarassed when Charlie said gross things about a girl.

“I can’t stop thinking about her. I watched her stomp on Hopkins foot and next thing I know I'm thinking about kissing her and..... other things" Charlie laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut because for the first time it wasn't just him getting all hot and bothered over a girl. Hell it was Neil of all people.

"Wow, I did not expect this" Charlie said once he had finally calmed down, still amused over the predicament his friend was in.

"Stop laughing man, I need your help. I don't know what to do and if my grades slip because of this my Dad will kill me" Neil pleaded, not enjoying his friends amusement one bit. Charlie had been fighting attraction his whole life, Neil had never found anything worth it to be attracted to. At least until now.

"Look there's only one way to get rid of an itch, and that's to scratch it" Neil furrowed his eyebrows, confusion covering his face.

"I don't think that's true, actually the worst thing for an itch is to scratch it" Charlie rolled his eyes at his friends literalness and shook his head.

"Not that kind of itch, look you're not gonna stop thinking about her until you at least talk to her. Even better way to scratch it is to do all the things you're thinking about but let's start with baby steps" Charlie told him and Neil somehow turned even redder, the idea of even acting on his thoughts embarassment enough.

"Fine, I'll talk to her but that is it"

Welton sucked. Truly since the moment you had been here. The last thing you needed was to be harrassed by boys who had gone here so long without girls they'd have no idea how to act when one finally showed up. Yet your parents made you anyway the minute it became co-ed and it was exactly like you had predicted. Almost every boy in the school harrassed you, sexualized you, made slimy comments, and out right direspected you. A small part of you sympathized with them not being taught but at the same time you didn't feel the need to deal with it. It wasn't your job to make them decent human beings, it was their mothers, and all their mothers abandoned them here. So all you could do was put them in their place when they tried to mess with you. You had yet to meet a Welton boy that respected you.

You liked to pretend it didn't bother you but it did. You hadn't really gotten close to the other girls and all the boys ever did was tear you down. Everyone in this school was too bored and tired of everything. All they could do is mess with each other while they all waited for their escape. Especially you, waiting for that train you knew would never come. Didn't matter anyway, your parents were no better than this no good school. So all you could do was watch as they all flirted with each other, disgusting displays of undeceny, practically wearing scarlett letters like the Nathaniel Hawthorne book. Little did they know yours was better, you just hadn't bothered to show it.

Being young it was easy to play innocent, like being in this school wasn't putting you on the road to ruin. So everyone in this school could play dumb but they all knew what being here meant. It meant saying goodbye to the finer things in life, accepting a life of successful educational pursuits, with no passion for life behind it. So you continued to listen to girls cry in the bathroom at night and see the distraught faces of the boys when they realize now that their on this train they will never be abe to get off. Too focused on the progressive classrooms without realizing living their life held the best lesson for them. You hoped Keating would help them realize that, before it was too late at least. So that was what you thought about once English class had ended, the teacher yet again surprising the students in the classroom.

"Y/N?" turning you spotted Neil Perry, the dreamy dough eyed boy that sat two seats behind you. You had yelled at him last week, you hadn't meant to but people like Hopkins made you so mad anyone that happened to be in the cross fire could end up burned too.

"Hey Neil" you smiled lightly at him, hoping you wouldn't have to add another boy to the list of Welton imbeciles.

"Hey, uhm. I uh-. Could you-?" you watched as he stumbled over his words, eyes darting around your face, looking anywhere but your eyes. You realized he was nervous and he was also trying his best not to disrespect you. That was new.

"Take a breath Perry, I promise I'm not going to stomp on your foot" you chuckled, hand gripping his shoulder to ease the tension slighty. Finally his eyes met yours and they held so much adoration you swore your heart melted on the spot.

"I was wondering if you had the latin notes?" your eyebrows furrowed, surprised he was asking about notes. Especially since he was friends with Meeks who was top of the class. He spotted your confused face and the panic set in again.

"I mean yeah, but isn't Steven always on top of that stuff?" you asked as you began to dig through your bag, looking for the notebook.

"Yeah which is exactly why I don't want him to know I've been forgetting to take notes" at this you laughed lightly and Neil swore his heart stopped. He had made you laugh, Charlie was right. So far this conversation had already done so much for Neil, when all at the same time it was making his feelings for you absoltuley so much worse.

"Has something been on your mind?" you found yourself asking as you finally found the notebook and moved to hand it to him. Neil gulped nervously and chuckled.

"Uh, I guess you could say that" he said, adding the notebok to his mountain high of textbooks. "Thank you for this, and also I thought Hopkins deserved it just so you know. That's not how you treat a lady, especially you"

"I'm nothing too special, but thanks" you smiled softly at him, not expecting this. All the boys you had run into this year had been so vile. Who would've thought Neil Perry was a sweet heart.

"You're everything Y/N" Neil told you, stare hard as if the look itself could convince you of your worth. Your skin instantly started to crawl, your neck heating up, because damnit Neil Perry was cute and he just said you were everything.

"Would you want to study for latin together? My roomate goes to the library every night from six to seven so we could then" you found yourself saying, unsure why you had seemed to cave. You swore you weren't going to allow Welton boys in but you forgot how real gentlemen had acted and Neil was starting to take your breath away.

"In the girl dorms?" the color seemed to suddenly drain from his face and you snickered, the way he was so shy making you gigle like a young school girl. After all it was what you were but so many of the rude boys and vicous girls had thrown bricks at your cool and innocent structure. Hell you could build a castle from how many they had thrown at you. Yet, even if every day at this school was a battle maybe a night with Neil Perry could be a dream.

"Yes, Mrs Leonard reads in her room around that time. You won't get caught, promise" you told him, assuring him that the hall monitor wouldn't be on duty if he stopped by. Neil suddenly found himself nodding, the idea of seeing where you sleep every night, where you change, sending him into over drive.

"Okay, uh, sounds good. I'll see you then" you smiled softly before nodding and leaving him behind, a smirking Keating from his desk staring the young boy down.

"Should I be worried?" he teased and Neil shook his head, the tips of his ears red.

"No, we're just friends" Neil lied, right through his teeth, and Keating just laughed.

"My boy, you don't look at friends like that" Neil nodded, a blush permanently etched across his face as he rushed to tell Charlie because the only way he would survive the night was learning the expertise of someone who was a master at sneaking onto the girls dorm floor.

If you were being honest you half expected Neil to not show up. He wasn’t really known around the school to cause trouble. So when he showed up at your door, 6 o’clock on the dot, your heart fluttered. He had rid himself of his formal school uniform, now in sweat pants and a white t-shirt that he had covered in a long sleeve flannel to keep warm. The way he looked warmed you over as well.

“You came?” you found yourself saying out loud, stepping out of the way for him to slip easily into the room.

“Yeah, I wanted to spend time with you” Neil told you, honesty dripping from his tongue like honey. You watched as his eyes scanned your room, taking in the differences, and possibly the similarities to his own. Then his eyes landed on you and it wasn’t hard to miss the way they had darkened.

Neil almost rubbed his eyes because he had pictured you in a silk night set hundreds of times. It was how most of his fantasies would start. Now here you were in front of him, a silk red set laying softly against your skin. Long legs bare and for him to see. Maybe he was day dreaming again. Surely this couldn’t be real? He was going insane and he was going to start losing it. First his grades then he won’t be sure what planet he is even on.

“I didn’t take you for the sneaking around type?” you finally said, surprised goodie two shoes Neil had not only snuck away from his dorm floor but snuck his way onto yours.

"I'm not, but lately I've learned some risks are worth taking" Neil told you, hard stare set on you. You weren't one to fall easily into guys but for some reason the way Neil looked at you made your skin crawl. You allowed his stare to wash over you, refresh you, and for the first time you allowed yourself to think it was possible to be something with Neil Perry. After all you could be the new romantics and even though heart break was a national anthem you both could sing it proudly. Neil was a reminder that the best people in life are free.

"Um, here are your notes" Neil finally spoke into the silence, nervously gulping as he returned the notebook. It was damn near impossible to copy the notes when thoughts of tonight seeped into his mind, doing things in your dorm bed that no dorm bed should ever see. The minute he would get his focus back he would stumble upon some hearts you doodled and it would start the process all over again. He wished he could get every single heart tattooed on his body.

"Oh perfect! I'm glad I could help" you told him, taking this notes and turning to set them on your desk. You used this moment to catch your breath, no longer looking at Neil Perry like something you wanted to corrupt. Yet that was exactly how he was looking at you because the red fabric covering the curve of your ass was making him want to bite it like an apple, any taste of you willing to soothe his internal war of lusting after you. He was so distracted he hadn't even noticed you had turned back around and had caught him practically drooling over you.

Quickly his eyes snapped up to yours, unable to read your face. He waited for any type of reaction, more than likely one similiar to when you bruised the hell out of Hopkins foot but instead you just sat there, staring back him giving no clue as to what you were thinking. Little did he know this was poker and you were about to play your ace. When you're a teenager you are too busy dancing to get knocked off your feet but afterall you need love and all you want is danger. A forbidden romance could be exactly that. You knew starting something with him the rumors would spread like wildfire but the thing about rumors is even if they were terrible and cruel most of them were true. So what would it matter if they had one more brick to throw at you. Neil still didn't have a single clue as to what was happening as you took a step closer to him.

"I can leave, I didn't mean to upset-" Neil froze as you held up a hand to stop his apology. For the first time since you had a caught him a smile broke across your face.

"Please stay" you told him, your eyes now practically begging for the boy who had been falling apart for you all week. Neil's shoulders relaxed as he nodded, a soft smile on his face as he realized you were looking at him like he looked at you.

"Okay" he told you and before he could process what was happening next your arms were flinging around his neck, mouth sealing against his own. Eyes wide and unsure hands quickly turned into holding onto you like at any moment you would disappear and this wouldn't be real. Your lips were as soft as he imagined, you tasted sweet like sugar, and now that you were so close he could smell your shampoo. His senses were trying to take it all in, commit it to memory, because until now it was just what he had imagined and now you were pressed against him, mouth hot against his own and chest pressed tightly against his. You weren't wearing a bra, he had noticed immediately and now he wasn't sure he would survive this. Surivve you.

"Is this okay?" you asked as you pulled away, panting to catch your breath but Neil didn't answer because now that he had a taste he couldn't stop. His lips were now trailing down your neck, your perfume clinging to him, and he vowed to never wash it away. Charlie was right about scratching that itch but he needed it fully taken care of. One kiss would not solve over a weeks worth of painful pent up sexual feelings for you.

You read his message loud and clear and as his lips continued to taste every visible inch of skin your hands were pushing the flannel off of his shoulders. The fabric dropped to the floor and now your fingers were curling under the hem of his white t-shirt and he only removed himself from you for a second to allow you to remove it completely. Your head fell back in a gasp as his cool hands slipped underneath your own shirt, pressing softly into the flesh of your back, and impossibly closer to him. You had planned on studying, truly, but now that he was flush against you, his length against your stomach you realized you might never think of latin ever again.

"Take it off" you whispered in his ear and he finally detached himself from your neck, careful to not leave any marks. His eyes searched yours for any uncertainty but you didn't seem uncertain at all so he didnt hesitate to grip the red fabric and pull it over your head, lifting your hair with it. His eyes dropped instantly, taking in your bare form, hair swooshing down, and making you look like an angel. He realized none of Charlie's dirty magazines could never ever compare to the real thing. To you.

You realized his nerves and slowly grabbed his hands in your own. You gave him a reasurring smile as you lifted them, placing them directly on your chest. Nervously his hands cupped around your breasts, squeezing softly as he determined exactly what it felt like. He didn't want to hurt you after all. Your head tipped back at the feeling, a small whimper leaving your mouth and he realized he much preferred that one over Hopkins. As if his body was on auto pilot his mouth moved to cover your own, to swallow your whimper, and sear it into his heart forever.

Your hands fell up one his shoulders, guiding him towards your dorm bed. Neil’s hands only left your chest when the back of his knees met the edge of your bed and he fell down into it. Propping himself up on his elbows he watched as you shimmied out of the silk shorts, leaving you in a white pair of underwear, a small bow right in the center. His eyes locked onto it like a missile to its target as you lifted yourself to straddle his lap. Neil fell back in the sheets, groaning as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck, there is no way this is real right now” he spoke his thoughts out loud and you giggled lightly, leaning down so your face was hovering right over his.

“You treat me like I’m worth something Neil Perry, because of that I have no issue allowing myself to feel things for you” you whispered to him, wanting him to know that in this shit show of a school at least there was one other kindred spirit just like his.

“You should know you’re the only person I’ve felt things for ever” he told you in return and you smiled before sweetly kissing him, something you planned on doing for as long as you could.

You deepened the kiss once Neil’s hands gripped your waist, planting you firmly above his erection and trying desperately to not rut into you like a needy dog. Yet he was failing miserably because he could feel you everywhere and the sensation of your bare chest against his own was about to become much better. His thoughts were halted when your fingers curled into his waist band, head pulling away from his own as your eyes flashed to his bare torso. He looked at you pleadingly, begging you to do anything, so you stood up, tugging the sweatpants down along with his plaid boxers.

Never would you have guessed Neil Perry would be naked in your dorm bed yet here he was, in all his glory, clearly doing everything he could to last. Which he wasn’t going to much longer because now your were on your knees, delicate fingers tracing along the vein on the underside of his cock. The image more perfect than the first time he imagined it, the first time he had imagined you. “I’m gonna take care of you”

And then your tongue was licking a long stripe from the base of his dick to the very top. Your lips closing around to give it a soft kiss and Neil felt tears beginning to fill his eyes, a desperate mess and so needy for you. The effect you had was dangerous and he was done for, officially. He should just drop out. Then he couldn’t think of that any longer as your mouth finally closed around him, taking as much as you could. He rutted against the back of your throat, your hands palming his balls and he felt himself begin to tremble. You only smirked at the reaction, sucking him for all he was worth.

“I’m not, I’m not gonna make it” he stuttered out but before he could succumb to his needs you were releasing him with a pop, a small smirk on your face as he lost his orgasm. You felt only a little guilty as he looked at you so wounded.

“Don’t worry baby, I want us to finish together” you told him, now standing as you slid your panties down your legs. Neil cursed himself for hardening quickly again at the sight. You sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air met with the wetness of your core and before you could straddle Neil again he was sitting up and gripping your hips, fingers digging softly into the flesh of your ass.

“Could I-, could I taste you?” he nervously asked and you smiled at his shyness before nodding. Neil stood, allowing you his place on the bed where you allowed yourself to relax. “This is my first time”

“I’ll teach you” you encouraged and he nodded, now dropping to his knees himself. You had been so worked up that when he finally dared to run a finger through your folds you were tightening around nothing. Neil took a moment to explore, really see what it all looked like, a curious thumb pressing to your clit. When he heard you take a sharp rush of air in he looked up alarmed and you just chuckled.

“That’s the sweet spot handsome” you explained and he took this information in as he continued to look. In a daring moment Neil leaned forward, tongue dragging through your folds before pressing firmly on your clit again. He was shocked to find how good you tasted, not expecting it to be like this. The moment he realized how much you liked it he dug in like it was his last meal. Savoring it and hoping to keep your taste on his tongue the rest of the night.

Neil was a fast learner. After only a few more tips and adjusting his position he had you wreathing beneath him, you fingers practically trying to rip the hair out of his head. You could feel him rutting against the side of the bed and the minute you felt your stomach begin to tighten you pushed him back, panting out heavy breaths. “I need you inside of me right now”

Neil blushed and you leaned over to dig for the one condom you had come to Welton with. You had never planned on using it and now you realized you needed to figure out how to get more. You sat up and rolled the condom on for him before moving to lay on the bed the correct way. Neil followed your lead and settled himself between your legs, dragging the tip through your folds. You moved to put your own hand down there, lining him up before nodding at him. He pushed in slowly, his length stretching you sweetly.

Neil realized no day dreaming could compare to the sight of you naked underneath him and the way your warmness enveloped him inside of you. Once he was fully inside he couldn’t stop himself from dropping his head down and sucking your nipple into his mouth. You hissed at the pleasure it gave you, realizing he had gotten more comfortable during all of this. Slowly he started to move inside you, sucking so hard at each breast you realized he was leaving them covered in hickeys. You grabbed his head, pulling it up to kiss his mouth as he begun to hit the sweet spot inside of you.

Of course he couldn’t seem to leave your breasts alone, hands finding them as he kissed like you were his and he was going to keep it that way. Soon enough he was pounding into you like his life depended on it, you prayed the other girls couldn’t hear the bed squeaking or your moans. You wished you could let out the pornagraphic sounds you were holding back to avoid getting caught.

You felt your stomach begin to tighten again and Neil could feel you clenching around him. His thrusts began to get sloppy and in a moment of courage he took his hand and behind to rub your clit just like he learned and you were milking him for all he was worth in seconds. Neil allowed himself to finish as well, practically falling on top of you as he collapsed, the euphoric feeling making him dizzy.

“I guess even though we didn’t study you at least learned something” you said, pressing small kisses into the side of his neck. Neil chuckled lightly, lifting himself up to look in your eyes.

“I hope you know this wasn’t my intention. I mean I’d thought about it but I was at least hoping to take you on a date first” it was your turn to giggle and you pulled him down to give him a quick kiss.

“I know, that’s why I let you do it” you told him and he smiled, leaning back down, and hugging you close.

“I plan on keeping you” he whispered into your skin and you smiled, a hand running through his hair, him still inside of you, and warming your heart for the first time all year.

“Baby we’re the new romantics”

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sarcasstic-jpmvr · 5 months

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wait so NO ONE was gonna TELL me that WILSON buying HOUSE a fucking ORGAN was CANON????

I WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF MY TELLIE

SLACK JAWED

WATCHING HOUSE PLAY SOME FANCY BLUES

ON THE ORGAN

THAT WILSON BOUGHT HIM

AFTER I HAD READ A FANFIC WHERE THAT HAPPENED

I didn’t think it could get any gayer

BUT IT FUKCING DID Y’ALL

aAAAAAhhHhhHagHhsbfigenbaifbgoabavdiovfbi

#house x wilson #house md #gregory house #james wilson #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #hilson #like wtf #i read that on ao3 #AND THEN SAW THE EPISODE #aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh #AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH #aAAAAAhhHhhHagHhsbfigenbaifbgoabavdiovfbi #just imagine a normal girl #sitting in fron of her tellie #bbq sauce on her tiddies #absolutely LOOSING her shit

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iwmflbb · 1 month

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Is it just me or...

Wilson's relationships have some serious "Careless Whisper" vibes? 👀

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

We could have been so good together

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?

Please stay

Careless Whisper - Georges Michael

Bonus : House dancing

#james wilson x reader #rsl #robert sean leonard #james wilson #dr house #gregory house #house md #dancing #careless whisper #relationship #fanfiction #imagine #ask

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feline-bookish · 2 days

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Hopefully I didn't already ask this but if you're still taking requests like James Wilson and his lover's reaction to his love handles (especially if he's like insecure about them)

Idk I swear I saw someone say he had them and then I'm pretty sure House makes a joke about 'the ladies not loving the love handles' in one episode???

James’ Lovehandles

This is a head canon because why not and also I think this request fits better with one. Honestly he’s so cute.

I don’t think he’s the kind of guy to be so self-conscious (the guy flirts with every nurse he works with) but for the sake for this ask we’ll put a condition on it. Let’s just say that he’s self-conscious with someone he really loves. Just because someone cares more about their appearance and whatnot when it comes to the opinions of someone they really care about.

He’d probably take up the gym and then fall behind because let’s face it, between you, House, and his job he doesn’t have the time.

He still takes care of himself though. From what I’ve seen on the show he doesn’t eat nearly as much crap as House (he still eats a bit though).

In the beginning of the relationship he doesn’t like taking his shirt off.

He doesn’t like his stomach being touched.

And when you do touch him he has this nagging sensation in the back of his mind that tells him to pull away.

But when he does and you get sad he feels bad so that’s why he stopped pulling away.

If you figure it out that he has some issue you ask him what’s wrong.

“I just don’t like being touched there.”

“Why? There has to be a reason.”

“I have,” he sighs.

“You have what?” You prompt him to continue.

“Love handles.”

You’ll laugh and tell him that’s a silly reason for him to not want you to touch him and you thought he was hurt or something.

You’ll spend the rest of the time loving on him and making him feel less self-conscious.

Even feel around and tell him there’s a reason why they are called love handles.

“Why?” He asks with a blush. Your hands are feeling his stomach as you cuddle him in the couch.

“Because I have more of you to grip.”

This is how you find out James is ticklish on his stomach. You just grip his love handles and he starts laughing.

#fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfic blog #creative writing #request #fic rec #james wilson x reader #james wilson fanfiction #james wilson #robert sean leonard #rsl #x reader #house md #house md imagine #house md fanfiction #house md fic

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gustingirl · 2 years

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i need a dead poets society cast reunion more than i need oxygen to live

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science-hoes · 11 months

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what if I wrote Dr. James Wilson x Reader smut

#house md #james wilson x reader #dr james wilson #James Wilson x you #imagine #robert sean leonard #gregory house

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mutifandom-madness · 10 months

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On THAT note. Wow. Wow to the fact that Wilson wanted House to give up his life for Amber. Then House wanted to die because he didn't want Wilson to be mad at him.

OUCHIES

BUT THEN.... BUT THEN THE FACT THAT HE LET THEM GO INSIDE THE ONE THING HE HOLDS MOST VALUABLE AND PRECIOUS TO HIM....HIS MIND...AND SHOCK HIM?! EVEN AFTER HE KNEW THE PATIENT AND KNEW AMBER.

And then WILSON STILL HAD THE AUDACITY TO WALK OUT

The pain

4×15/4×16

#this is what i imagine its like when your parents start fighting #house md #james wilson #dr house #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #fandom #tv series #hilson #our dads still love us right?#hey wilson you bastard gregory let you dig inside of his mind and shock him #still love you pookie

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diorgirl444 · 1 year

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Hii do you take request? if you do, I would like to request a drabble with neil x fem!reader where they’re in an established relationship and they have a day at the beach, and they’re like very touchy and flirty and it’s just very fluffy :). If you don’t it’s absolutely fine!! <333

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

- neil perry x fem!reader

i don’t normally take requests i just thought this one was so cute and i can’t wait for summer so i thought why not imagine it.

warnings: none except like one suggestive joke and bad writing. :////

song to listen to: you’re so good to me - the beach boys

“Neil come on we’re going to be late!” you weren’t even sure what he was doing up there but by God was he taking his sweet time about it. you had been packed for ages and if he didn’t hurry up you were certain that you wouldn’t get a good spot on the beach. “coming angel” was the calm reply from your boyfriend you sighed. after what seemed like an Aeon, he finally appeared carrying a ridiculous-looking pool float. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle of entertainment at your boyfriend's antics and leant over to kiss him sweetly on the cheek. “Neil darling, you can’t take that to the beach the tide could take it and send you out to the sea”

You watched his face drop; you could understand his mistake growing up in Vermont meant that beaches weren’t something he knew much of. “Sorry pretty I had wanted to surprise you with it” your heart swelled at his thoughtful gesture. “Neil you know I don’t need anything just your company. but if you want to make it up to me you can always buy me an ice cream when we’re there” you laughed at the last bit letting him know that you don’t expect anything. with that the two of you get in the car, the beach boys blasting out on the radio. hands interlocked together.

When you get to the beach your fears are unfounded as Neil has somehow found a gorgeous, isolated cove. your eyes are wide and smile widely at him “pretty cool right” he says smiling softly at you. you couldn’t help but nod convinced that you have the best boyfriend in the universe. After you two have unpacked all the stuff from the boot you go to take your top off to reveal your swimsuit and feel his gaze on you. you roll your eyes and nudge him “what are you looking at Mr.?” he smirks “just admiring my beautiful girl that's all” you try to hide the blush that you know is spilling onto your cheeks. quickly ridding yourself of the rest of your clothes eagerly grab his hand and pull on him to come into the sea which reflects the sunlight of the glorious day.

you feel him run after you, terribly pleased but then he’s grabbing you by the waist. you feel him picking you up. making you scream and laugh all at once. “put me down Neil, put me down” he’s laughing too and shaking his head. you are vaguely aware that you are getting closer to the sea and just as you notice it you feel your body hit the water. you’re soaked to your skin, but he started this war and you're determined to finish it. you start splashing him, he’s splashing you right back. then you come up with an evil idea. you pout sadly “Neil come here please I want a kiss.” just like clockwork, he leans in and that's his mistake really because the minute his lips touch yours, you are dunking him under water because as you tell him “serves you right” unjustly he’s much stronger than you and he pulls you right back under with him and begins kissing you. His lips are soft, and they taste like salt and suncream and something else that is entirely Neil. and with the sun smiling down at the two of you, you know that simply couldn’t be a better day than how heavenly this one is. just you, neil and a sea that stretches out forever….

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mindful-of-ideas · 2 years

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“Y/N, it’s almost midnight, maybe you should just go to bed. I’ll wake you up early tomorrow so you can give him his gift if you want”, said James.

“But he said he would be here”, you answered tears in your eyes.

Not long ago, you decided to move in with your father. Your mom had a new boyfriend and things at home weren’t exactly going well. Screaming matches would often take a turn for the worse and you would get stuck in the crossfire. So, even if you barely knew you’re father, your mother made sure of that, you showed up on his doorstep one day, asking if you could stay with him for a while. And well… he wasn’t the one who opened the door, James Wilson did. You must have looked really desperate because he didn’t even question the fact that his best friend had a child he knew nothing of. Instead, he just let you come inside and spent the rest of the day making sure you were okay while waiting for your dad. Since then, you had grew closer to him. James that is. Your dad too, but there was something about James just being there most of the time that made you feel closer to him. You could be doing homework on the kitchen table and he would be reading over something in the living room, but just him being there made you feel at ease. He made you feel safe.

That was more than six months ago and you were now used to living with your dad and James. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it was better than living with your mother for sure. You learned a lot about your dad during those months. At first, he didn’t seem to really care about you. He did the bare minimum to make sure you were okay and that was it. James was doing the most to make you feel at home in their apartment. But as weeks went by, your dad seemed to relax and you got to make some memories with him. After all this time, you felt like you could finally trust him.

“He said he couldn’t wait to get back home to see what I got him”, you insisted, seeing James wasn’t answering.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, the cake you took all afternoon to bake sitting right in front of you with a carefully wrapped present by its side. James had just got up, clearly exasperated by House’s behaviour.

“I- Y/N, you’ve been living here for a while now but there’s still a part of your dad you haven’t seen yet. I’m sorry it has to happen like that…”

“But…”

“Listen. House, your dad…”, he took a deep breath before continuing, “he’s not the most reliable person ever. He tends to forget that others have feelings. He’ll be true to himself even if that means hurting others. Not because he doesn’t love you, just because he probably didn’t realize it would hurt you.”

You looked away from James.

“Look kid, I’m sure he cares about you, a lot, but…” he started coming closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “but… there’s no but. I’m certain he loves you, just like I’m certain he hates his birthday. It’s not personal, believe me.”

He tried to pull you into a hug but you turned away from him.

“Can we just wait a little bit more?” you asked, after a long silence.

“Can we at least wait on the couch and watch some TV?” James asked in return.

“Sure”, you mumbled, getting up and making your way to the couch.

You slumped down on the couch crossing your arms while James sat by your side. You weren’t sad anymore, you were mad. Well not quite mad but more disappointed. After six months, you felt like you had opened up to your dad about a lot of things. Why did he stay so mysterious? If he could just talk to you sometimes, things would be easier. Like tonight. If he couldn’t make it or if he simply didn’t want to celebrate, why didn’t he just tell you? Why couldn’t he just tell you?

Ads came on the TV and interrupted your reflection. James had pulled a blanket over your knees. You realised how tired you were getting and, sitting up straighter, you pull your legs up on the couch. The show came back on but you couldn’t really focus. You slowly closed your eyes and fell on James’ shoulder. You felt his arm go around your shoulders, pulling up the blanket and you closer to him. You fell asleep.

An hour went by and James let you sleep on his shoulder until he himself got too tired and decided to go to bed. At that moment, the door opened.

“Hey!” said House loudly.

“Quiet down, Y/N is sleeping!” said James whispering.

“Hey!” House said more quietly.

“Where were you? We’ve been waiting all night. Y/N baked a cake and everything. They kept saying you promised you were going to be here. What happened?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was a work emergency?” asked House, cocking his head.

“You’re insufferable!”

“It was.. work related but I also didn’t want to come back. Not because of them”, he said pointing towards you with his cane, “but you know… birthdays… me… I’ll make it up to the kid tomorrow morning, it’ll be fine!”

James went and made himself a glass of water, drank it all and then headed towards his room.

“It’ll be fine, right?” asked House this time.

“I don’t know. They were pretty disappointed if you ask me. And they’re not me. Maybe I put up with your bad attitude but they shouldn’t have to. Y/N is your kid and they wanted to do something nice for you. For god’s sake! They even told you about it in advance! Just…”

“I’m not meant to do this! Be a dad! They deserve more than me”, said House quietly, cutting off Wilson.

“Y/N needs you. They want you. Just be yourself with them, stop pretending”, said James after a moment.

“They matter… they matter to me you know?”

“Then tell them. Goodnight House.”

Your dad made his way to the couch sitting down on the floor near your head. You were still fast asleep.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve called I guess. It was work stuff but that’s not an excuse. Truth is, I never liked celebrating my birthday, not in a long time at least. So I spent all day trying to come up with an excuse or find a reason to stay at work.”

He got back up on his feet.

“I’ll be your dad”, he said, moving away a strand of hair from your forehead. “I’ll try my best to be the best dad, starting with making it up to you tomorrow morning”, he said kissing your forehead.

You spent the night on the couch and woke up with the sun the next morning. You were about to go to your room to maybe get a few more hours of sleep when you noticed someone sitting at the kitchen table.

“Dad?” you asked in a groggy voice.

“Morning! Want a slice?” he said offering you some cake.

“What? What’s going on? It’s so early!”

“That’s his way of saying sorry about last night”, said James coming up from behind you. “But you could’ve waited at least another hour”, he added to your dad.

“Look”, your dad said coming up to you, “He’s right. I messed up last night and this is me trying to apologize. I should’ve texted or called you and I got no excuse, but can we try again this morning? We’ll just pretend it’s still my birthday. You matter to me, okay? I just want you to know that. You matter.”

Again, tears filled your eyes but this time, it wasn’t out of sadness. You ran over to your dad hugging him tightly.

“Mom never told me that, you know” you mumbled, your face in his chest.

“Well, I’ll say it again. You matter”, he said kissing the top of your head.

“You matter too, dad. Let’s have this birthday party now!” you said pulling away from him.

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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Hi girlie!! Firstly, your works are Amazing!!!

Do you think you could do wilson and the reader having sex in his office after the poker charity event. Maybe she was using like a sexy dress, and Wilson was turned on by it so he couldn't keep his hands away all night?🩷

Have a good day!💞

So sorry for the long wait but this is my first time writing smut and I wasnt really confident in it but you deserved a fic so here it is!!

A Game of Luck

James Wilson x reader

description - James is very distracted.

word count - 1k

warnings - smut, 18+

a/n - watched an ep of House last night to get me back in my Wilson mood! Also first time writing smut so I'm not too confident in it! Hope its good!

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Y/n walked down the corridor in search of her boyfriend who’d seemed to have left the poker game in quite a rush. It was the hospitals annual charity fundraiser, this year in the form of a poker tournament. She knew her James loved poker but she also knew that his skills were rather lacking, especially compared to his friend, House.

Y/n searched for a while until she happened upon him in his own office. To be fair she really should have checked there first, but hindsight is a great thing isn’t it.

He’d shed his blazer which now haphazardly lay on his couch. His braces were on full view and she bit her lip looking at how he wore his suit. He looked so refined and her thighs clenched when she observed him strutting about his office with ease. She knocked on the open door to announce her presence.

He turned round and lit up with a smile. “Darling, there you are.”

“I was about to say that to you.” She giggled. “Where did you scamper off to.” She approached him and threw her arms around his neck to bring them together in a more intimate embrace.

“House business.” He drawled out.

“Say no more.” She whispered and punctuated it with a gentle kiss to his lips. Eventually they both relented to deepen the kiss and their mouths moved in sync. Tongues battled for dominance as their lips began to bruise. Y/n was the first to pull away.

“Congratulations by the way.” She grinned up at him. “Big spender.” She gripped her lip between her teeth as she whispered out the title.

“Why thank you, but I would have been hopeless without my lucky charm.” As he spoke his fingers absentmindedly stroked the silky material which hugged her waist.

“Always glad to be of service.” Both of them spoke in near whisper as if cherishing this moment for the two of them. His fingers began to tighten on her waist, and she felt the grip through her dress. It wasn’t painful, it was possessive.

“However, my love, most of the time you proved to be,” His hands slid down and came to rest on her ass. She deliciously flinched at his actions; a little gasp escaped her lips. “Quite the distraction.” He found solace in her neck and as he sunk in deeper he littered little bites and kisses over the expanse of that skin. She gasped once he hit that special nerve and she gripped his forearms tighter. Her pelvis flushed against his trying to prolong their contact. She bucked into him so much that he had to still her hips as he pulled away so he could look down upon her with hunger.

Without breaking eye contact, he used his frame to push her towards the expanse of his desk. Her hips hit the wood and she stumbled in time with the rattle of his possessions. His hands dragged further down until they rested on her rear, and she gasped as he lifted her effortlessly and dropped her on the surface of his desk. He resumed his attack of her neck. In response to his sweet kisses, she ran her hands up his neck and gripped his chocolate locks and the other held his shoulder tight; anything to ground her from the pleasure of her nerves alight.

Both of their clothes became too restricting, and James responded by ripping down the straps of her dress, offering up more skin for consumption. She in turn ripped open his shirts so the buttons went flying into a mess which would be dealt with later. He littered kisses across her chest and she threw her head back as each nerve alighted.

His hands fumbled with his trousers which had tightened. But his hands were replaced with her own soft ones which undid the belt and the zipper with unbearable cautiousness. He panted at her slow movements which were aimed at torturing his desperate form.

Eventually she took pity and deftly undid the rest and pulled out his throbbing dick.

She curled her free hand around his back and felt the defined muscles contract under his soft skin. She used her nails to scratch down his back and drag him towards her desperate frame. Their lips were inches apart and their pants mingled into the heated air. She threw her body forward to meet his lips but was stopped by his hand which gripped her chin with firmness.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and be very quiet for me.” He whispered and his words landed on his sweaty cheek. She nodded at breakneck speed and whimpered at the excruciating pause in their activities.

Without any warning he slammed into her. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion but slowly moaned at the satisfying fullness. He began to thrust into her at a speed of a starved man. His head was buried in her neck, and she placed a multitude of kisses on his own. Her hips bucked up to meet each thrust so that they were always linked. Her hands gripped around his back in desperate ferocity.

Their moans mingled in the thick air which pulsed and throbbed around their sweaty bodies.

His hands were tightly clasped around her arse and relished in digging his fingers into her plush flesh. As the speed picked up and both were getting closer to release, y/n dropped her back down onto his desk making James drop down, halted by his elbows, so he covered her like a predator ready to devour its prey.

With one final thrust, they reached their climaxes together, halting all previous movement. James gazed down at her flushed out face, lovingly. He stroked down her cheek, pushing away damp strands of hair. He carefully leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

There was a loud knock at the door.

“Fuck off, House.” James mumbled as he helped Y/n to sit up properly.

“You need to see this!” House protested.

“FUCK OFF, HOUSE.” James and Y/n both shouted.

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