#Gregory house x masc reader

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IM TIRED OF PRENTENDING IM A WOMAN LET ME HAVE GAY ANGST UNHAPPY TOXIC RELATIONSHIP WITH GREGORY HOUSE

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[succulent-ghoul]

what do you mean theres no gregory house x male reader fanfic ob tumblr??? WHY CANT I FIND ANY >:(((((((((((( i wanna kiss gregory house for the love of god let me >:(((((((((( i wanna kiss the hot doctor

[scorpio-hotch]

Dharma's Ex

I wrote a trans greggie fic!! As always thanks you to @softhairedhotch for helping and inspiring me <33 Writing this made me so happy, I hope you enjoy :))

Cis people please don't be weird!!

Trans!Greg Montgomery x Trans masc!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Content/warnings: smut (18+) oral sex, fucking with a strap, eating, the reader and greg both have had top surgery and is on t, all the characters are trans btw

You had wanted to move to San Francisco for a long time. As a queer trans man, you knew it was a place that would accept you. Not to say there were no problems there, but it was better than most other places. You had made the move a few weeks ago and you are finally getting settled. The apartment you lived in wasn’t great by the conventional standard, the elevator was always broken and the neighbors seemed a bit strange, but you liked it. It was quirky.

One day, you were making your way to your apartment when two of your neighbors made their way to you. “Hey! You’re queer right?” the taller of the two said “Well you obviously are but- oh no, wait, sorry, that came out super wrong! I’m queer too, trans, ya’know, and so is my friend here.”

You stand there very confused.

“Oh I’m Dharma by the way, you can use she or they pronouns, I don’t really care. And this is my friend Jane, they use they/them. Who are you?”

“Hi…?” you greet them, before introducing yourself.

“So are you new to the building?” Jane asks.

You nod, “Yeah, I moved in last month.”

“That's cool,” they replied.

You smile. Your new neighbors seem friendly. Jane turns to Dharma, “We gotta invite him to the party tonight!” they shout.

“Oh my god, we do!” Dharma turns back to you, “I’m having a party tonight at my apartment, you’ve gotta come! I think you’ll like it!”

“I’ll try to stop by,” you tell them.

“Great! I’ll see you there, it was nice meeting you!”

“You better come!” Jane shouts back at you as they go.

A few hours later, you decide to go to Dharma and Jane’s party. You go up to their floor and knock on the door. After a moment, Dharma opens the door. “You came!” they exclaim, “I’m so glad you could make it. Please make yourself at home.”

She pulls you into the apartment. It was interesting, which made sense. The room was full of people, most of them looking some flavor of queer or at least different. Dharma left you to go talk to someone else. After a few minutes you heard them again. “Hey!” Dharma yelled from across the room, grabbing your arm, “I’ve got someone I want you to meet! He’s my ex husband, you’ll love him- and you’re just his type.”

You let out a confused laugh, “You’re trying to set me up with your ex husband?”

“Yeah,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She pulls you across the room to a tall man with dark slightly messy hair in a green button down. He looked good, “Gregory!” she called out, “Meet this guy I met in the hallway today.”

“Dharma, I told you not to invite random strangers into your house anymore.”

“C’mon greg, just look at him,” she squishes your face, “he’s a weirdo just like the rest of us.”

Greg finally glances down at you. His face softens and he smiles at you. He puts his hand out to you, “Greg Montgomery, nice to meet you.”

You smile back, shaking his hand and introducing yourself. “So I hear you’re Dharma’s ex husband?” you ask.

He looks down and huffs out a little laugh, “Yeah I am,” he looks up at Dharma, “It’s a really long story.”

They both let out a little laugh. Dharma put her hands on both of your arms, “Well I’ll let you boys chat, have fun!” before walking off.

Greg turns back to you with an amused little smile on his face, “So she found you in the hallway today?”

“Yeah, I just moved into the building a few weeks ago, they asked me if I was queer.”

“They can be a little much sometimes. I’m sorry if they offended you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I am queer, trans too.”

He smiled at that, “Me too.”

“That's cool,” you respond, “I think I’ve met more trans people today, that I have in my whole life.”

You end up sitting down with Greg and telling him all about your trans journey. He listens intently as you tell him about starting testosterone and getting top surgery. After a bit, he starts telling you about himself. “I started t without telling my parents when I was 16.”

“How’d you manage that?” you ask.

“I don’t even know. Eventually they caught on and I had to come out. They didn’t really get it at first, they’re the upper class type who’s all about appearances. But they eventually came around, my dad before my mom. Then I got top surgery at 18 and everyone’s pretty supportive.”

“That’s nice,” you tell him, “And that was all over ten years ago?”

“Yeah, it’s crazy to think about.”

There's a lull in the conversation. After a minute you end up saying, “You really seem like a Greg.”

“Really?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, it’s cute and dorky-” you say before you realize the words coming out of your mouth, “Sorry for calling you dorky.”

He lets out another laugh and rests his hand on your arm, “It’s okay. You called me cute too.”

You smile up at him. You can’t help but feel connected to him. When you looked in his eyes it was like you saw some kind of recognition. It was strange but nice. After a moment of silence he says, “Your name suits you well too, it’s cute… like you.”

You feel your face heat up, “Thank you.”

You spend a while more talking about everything. You tell him about your job and your move to San Francisco and your life before that. He tells you all about his family and his job as a lawyer and about going to Harvard and Stanford. He also tells you about how he and Dharma were married for a year and a half before deciding to split up. “I love her, she’s my best friend, but we’re better off as friends,” he says, a fondness in his voice.

He tells you all about how their families are so different but are still close. “You’d love Abby and Larry,” he tells you, “If you keep hanging out with me and Dharma you’re bound to meet them.”

You smile at him softly, “I hope I keep hanging out with you.”

His eyes meet yours. There’s a softness to them. You can’t help but think about how beautiful their warm brown color is. His hand brushes over yours. His fingertips are warm and soft. “Do you wanna go get something to eat?” he asks.

“And just leave the party?”

“Yeah,” he says as he gestures to the lively party around you, “No one will even notice we’re gone.”

You smile, “Okay, let’s go.”

He smiles back, taking your hand in his. You both get up and make your way to the door. As he gets his jacket from the coat rack, you look back at the rest of the party. Your eyes meet Dharma and Jane who are both smiling widely at you giving you a big thumbs up. You drop your head and as you blush. Greg turns back to you and squeezes your hand, making you look up at him. “Ready?” he asks.

You nod. He smiles at you before opening the door and leading you out.

You make your way outside and to Greg’s car. He starts the car and begins backing up before asking you, “Anywhere you wanna go in particular?”

“Nope,” you tell him, “I’m still so new, I don’t really know anywhere.”

“I know the perfect place,” he tells you.

After driving for a few minutes, you pull up at a small diner. It looked quaint. Greg puts the car in park and gets out, you follow his lead. You hear a little ding of a bell as he opens the door. He holds it for you as you walk in. The two of you sit down across from each other at a booth and a waitress brings over menus.

Without even looking at the menu Greg tells her, “I’ll have a coffee and a slice of blueberry pie.”

She looks to you. “I’ll have the same,” you tell her.

A few minutes later she comes back with the coffees and pie, telling you to enjoy.

“So why here?” you ask, taking a bite of the pie.

“What do you mean?” he says, taking his own bite.

“This place has the best pie in San Francisco,” he tells you, “The second best pie I ever had.”

“Where’s the best pie you ever had,” you chuckle out.

“Reno,” he says.

You send him a questioning look. “It’s a long story,” he explains.

You sit for a while eating your pie and drinking your coffee. “I just think pie is a good first date,” he says, sipping his coffee.

“This is a first date?” you smirk.

His face flushes red. “I- I didn’t mean to assume,” he stutters out.

You chuckle and take his hand in yours, “Don’t worry,” you tell him, “I’m glad it's a date.”

He smiles at you, cheeks still red. You keep hold of his hand as you continue eating. It was nice. Not much is said while you eat. The silence was comfortable. It was nice to just be with him. After you both finish your pie he insists on paying. “It was really good pie,” you tell him as you walk out of the diner.

He smiles warmly at you, “I’m glad you liked it.

You make your way back to his car. You sit there for a minute after he starts the engine. You glance over at him, his eyes are already on you. You can’t help but admire his warm brown eyes. You think about how beautiful they would look in the sunlight or in the early morning after a goodnight of sleep. You spend a while longer just looking at each other before you let out a small laugh, “I’ve never done anything like this before,” you tell him.

“Me too- I mean, no… that- that's a lie, sorry, i just- i don’t… i don't know why, this is just- oh boy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

You lean forward pressing a soft kiss to his lips. As you pull away his lips chase yours and he cups your face with his hand and kisses you again. His lips are so soft and warm against yours. You could kiss him for the rest of your life and you’d be a happy man. Your hands make their way to the back of his neck, threading through his hair. You lean farther over the center console to be even closer to him. This time he pulls away. You’re both breathless with smiles on your faces as you press your foreheads together. “I-I’d like to keep doing that,” he breathes out.

“Me too,” you tell him, pressing another short kiss to his lips, “We can go back to my apartment… if you want?”

He pecks your lips again before sitting back in his seat. He takes the car out of park and begins driving. You can’t help but giggle at his eagerness. “What?” he asks, a smile on his lips.

“Nothing,” you laugh, “You’re just cute.”

He chuckles, taking your hand in his as he drives.

The drive is short. He parks the car and immediately pulls you in for another kiss, more desperate than before. You pull back, “Upstairs,” you mutter out.

You both make your way out of the car and inside. You’re both smiley and giddy as you take his hand and guide him to your apartment. You stand outside your door digging through your pockets looking for your key as Greg stands behind you with his hands on your waist, pressing kisses to your neck.

You finally find your key and unlock the door and pull Greg inside. You push him back against the door and kiss him deeply. His arms wrap themselves around your back, pulling your body flush against his. “Bedroom,” you’re able to mutter out against his lips.

You pull him back from the door and attempt to get to your bedroom without taking your lips off his. You stumble your way through your apartment but eventually you make it to your room, immediately pushing Greg back onto the bed. You straddle his hips as he lays back, your lips still connected. His big hand runs over your back under your shirt. You attempt to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt. He sits up a bit to help you push the shirt off, leaving him in just his undershirt. “Too many layers,” you mumble against his lips.

He lets out a small chuckle before reaching down and pulling the shirt off. You sit back to look at his bare chest. He’s beautiful. You can’t help but stare at the long pinkish scars that run across his chest. You can see the self consciousness on his face at you staring. You pull your shirt off too, revealing a similar set of scars. He lets out a breath and moves his hand to touch your chest. His thumb brushes over one of your scars. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers out.

Your hand touches his scar, “So are you.”

You lean down pressing a soft kiss to his lips before moving to press kisses to his jaw and neck. His arms wrap around you and he lets out a small moan as you suck his skin in just the right spot. You make your way down his neck and chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses in your path. When you get to his scars you press a few soft kisses to each before making your way down his stomach, stopping when you get to the top of his pants. You look up at his face which is all flushed red. “Can I?” you ask, reaching for his belt.

“Please,” he sighs out.

You make quick work of his belt, pulling his pants off, leaving him just in his boxers. You press a few kisses to his thighs before asking, “Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable or you don’t want me to do?”

He pulls you up, giving you a deep kiss. “Anything you want,” he reassures you.

You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips before settling back between his legs. You look up at his face one more time before pulling his boxers down revealing his hard t cock. You press a few more kisses to his thighs before giving him just what he wants. You run your tongue through his wetness before teasing his t cock with your mouth. He lets out the prettiest sound you ever heard as his hand shoots to your head, gripping onto your hair. You give it a few more teasing licks before sucking it into your mouth. “Oh god,” he moans out, tugging at your hair.

His legs shake as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive area. His little moans and whines push you to move faster. Your hands grip onto his thighs so tight there will surely leave bruises.

You lose yourself in between his legs, enjoying giving him so much pleasure. You lick through his wetness, moaning at the taste of him before wrapping your lips around his t cock once again. You can tell he’s close. “Cum for me, baby,” you tell him as you suck hard on his t cock.

He let out the prettiest high pitch moan as he cums on your mouth. His whole body tenses before he goes limp. You press one more kiss to his t cock making his hips jerk.

You sit up wrapping your arms around his shoulder and press your lips to his. “What do you want now, baby?” you ask.

“I want you-” he stutters out, “I want you to fuck me.”

You smile and kiss him deeply. You reach for your bedside drawer as you kiss him, feeling around for what you need. You pull out your strap and harness. Pulling away from the kiss you sit back pulling off your pants and boxers and getting into the harness. You make sure it's all secure before kneeling over Greg. You run your hands up and down his thighs before asking, “Ready?”

“God, yes,” he moans out.

You tease the strap between his legs a few times causing him to let out a small little whine before you line the cock up with his entrance, pushing in slowly. Once you’re fully in, you still for a moment, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips as he adjusts. After a moment he starts whining into your mouth, “Move, please.”

You start with slow thrusts as you try to get a rhythm. You can feel the strap rub up against your t cock with every thrust. You start to speed up, leaning forward so you are chest to chest with Greg. His arms were tight around you, clinging to you. You could feel all the moans and sounds through his chest. It just urged you to go faster and harder.

“I’m close,” his voice higher than before, “so so close.”

You keep fucking into him, fast and stready. You bring your hand between your bodies to jerk off his t cock. You were pretty close too, from the feeling of the strap against your t cock and just the image of Greg falling apart under you. His legs shake and his arm tense around you as he cums with the prettiest moan. You fuck him through it, trying to make it last as long as you could.

When his sounds of pleasure turn into discomfort, you slow your thrusts to a stop. You take a moment to just hold each other. Greg was compleatly fucked out. His body limp and his eyes blown wide. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get more beautiful than he was when you met him but you were wrong

You brush his hair off his sweaty forehead. “Feel good?” you ask, your hands playing with his hair.

“Mhm,” he hums out.

You stay like that, just holding each other for a moment. Greg breaks the silence, “You didn’t finish.”

You brush your hand over his side, “It’s okay.”

He sits up slightly, moving you to his side, “Do you want to?”

He lays you back on the bed, “Don’t worry about it, there's always next time.”

“I like the sound of next time,” he says as he hovers over you, “But I wanna make you feel good right now.”

He presses kisses to your neck, making his way down your body. He shows some sweet attention to your scars. He kisses all the way down your tummy. When he gets to the bottom he gently helps you take the strap off, before pressing kisses up your inner thigh.

He takes a moment to just look at you before pressing a kiss to your t cock. You jerk your hips up at the feeling. He lets out a small chuckle into your skin as he wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around your t cock and swirling his tongue around it. He starts bobbing his head up and down. You get lost in the pleasure. His mouth feels so good. Your hands make their way to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands.

He continues to suck your t cock. You feel the pleasure building inside you. You’re so close. You tug on his hair making him moan around you, pushing you over the edge. You moan out, clinging onto him in whatever way you can.

As you come down from your high, you feel Greg pull off of you. He lays next to you and wraps you up in his arms, pulling you to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, never wanting to be apart from him again. After a moment he pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You both have sleepy smiles on your face. “We slept together before marriage,” he chuckles out.

You pull back a bit, “I’m sorry,” you start to apologize, “I didn’t know you were religious. Fuck- I’m so sorry-”

He presses a kiss to your lips, “Don’t worry, I was kidding… well kinda, I wanna get to know you before I marry you.”

You get a grin on your face and wrap your arms around him again, “So you wanna marry me someday…?”

He smiles back, “Yeah, someday… At least a month or two.”

You press a giggly kiss to his lips. “I think I can wait a month.”

“Good,” he responds, kissing you back, “I look forward to you being my husband.”

“I look forward to you being mine.”

[succulent-ghoul]

i swr to god i will write house x male reasder fanfiction just to soothe myself WHY IS THERE NOTHINMG ANYWHERE I SEARCH I ONLY GOT INTO THIS ANDOM BECUSE OF ONE OF MY FAV FANFIC AUTHORS FUCK