#super freaknasty writing

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"Checking In On the Second Prince at the Wrong Time! A Non-stop Mating Season With Leona Begins!" Tags: Marathon sex, Mating, Creampie, Breeding Mention

"Heh--how nice of you to come right over instead of me having you hunt you down."

The grin that was plastered right on Leona's face was the biggest you had ever witnessed.

After all, the lure he laid out for you was effective: suddenly finding an untouched box of condoms tossed into your study’s trash can was certainly going to have you come waltzing right to his room with sheer confusion.

He was actually deep in the process of clarifying the situation to you.

Balls deep in fact.

Firmly asserting his place right between your thighs, Leona had yet to ease up from barreling his big cock into your tight heat, eagerly stuffing you full with load after load of his thick cum.

Seeing your breasts jiggle with each thrust only encouraged him to pound you harder, his tail swishing eagerly at the thought of them swelling nice and ripe for him to drink from some months later.

As you moaned helplessly beneath him, he brought his two clawed fingertips to your nipple, pinching at it teasingly while his darkened emerald eyes met yours.

His voice lower and huskier than usual, he purred,

"Coulda sworn last time I checked through your phone--you should be primed to get knocked up today, right?"

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hiii thanks for the tag!! held off on posting this cause i knew i would be uploading another fic by the end of the year and i wanted to include it lol :3

thank you @spicedrobot for the template! and without further ado, here's my wrapped!

66k words is an absolutely insane number of words that i never dreamed i would be able to write in the span of a year and yet somehow here i am. Holy Shit!!! i'm pretty sure that's more writing (or at least creative writing) in one year than i've done in the rest of my life combined.

without further ado here's an overview of all the fics i've written this year, with a little added commentary because i love yapping!! below a cut cause it got kinda long:

something sweet and safe - after wilson flirts with a nurse at work, house decides to put him in his place.

this one was my first published smut and my first foray into horrible freaknasty old man porn!! dove straight in headfirst and have never looked back since :3 need to do something with this dynamic again at some point... hmmm ;)

sick little feelings in my sick little brain - house makes wilson piss in his mouth. that's it, that's the fic.

piss md!! featuring house and wilson's (absolutely canon) shared piss kink!! i just think house should make wilson do horrible humiliating things alright. also i've had a sequel outlined for like literally MONTHS at this point i just haven't gotten around to it yet... but next year. stay tuned👀 (also maybe a third one as well we'll see how it goes!!)

wiped away my thoughts and cares - wilson sometimes struggles with incontinence. house decides to help in a rather... unorthodox way.

wilson abdl because i cannot resist putting that man in a situation!! spent two hours total writing this one (including editing) which is literally the least time i've spent on a fic Ever and somehow it's my favourite out of all 38(!!) that i wrote this year. this is another one that i am doing more of in 2025 trust🤞 little wilson is so precious to me i cannot resist him🥺

look at those puppy dog eyes - house and wilson try out petplay for the first time, and - to no one's surprise - they like it. a lot.

this is actually the first fic i started writing in 2024! i just got major writers block towards the end and left it sitting half-finished for months. but then i wrote a couple other fics and came back to it with fresh eyes and i'm really proud of how it turned out!! another dynamic that i rotate in my brain a lot. ouppies <3

i wanna throw you to the hounds - house is a werewolf - and sometimes, he can get a little... frisky when he's transformed.

this was the fic i was most nervous to post (yes, even more so than the abdl one), but im so glad ppl seemed to like it cause like. Waow :3 another one where i just put wilson in a situation!! also i love writing him having a moral crisis but doing it anyway purely cause house wants to :3

whumptober 2024 - all the filled prompts from this year's whumptober! some are short, some are longer, all of them are emotionally damaging in some shape or form.

okay look if i listed each individual fic in this series we'd be here all day so i'm just gonna talk abt whumptober as a whole. but it was SO MUCH FUN!!! wrote em in like three weeks, was churning out like 2 or 3 a day by the end, and was delirious with fever for a significant chunk of time but i'm so proud of myself for finishing in time!! if all goes well i'll be participating in 2025, albeit with slightly better planning and pacing this time!! :D

can you catch me when i'm falling down? - wilson's been having a bad day. luckily, house knows just what to do to make him feel better.

my gift for @russell-crowe as part of the 20th anniversary exchange! it was a little different to write to someone else's specifications cause i've never done it before and it's out of my comfort zone, but it was a super fun challenge and i enjoyed it a lot!! will definitely participate in this again if it runs in 2025, cause it's such a good way to feel connected within the fandom!! :D

this year's for me and you - house hangs mistletoe above wilson's doorway in an attempt to fluster him. wilson isn't so easily fooled, however, and he finds a way to beat house at his own game.

my final fic this year!! this one is another gift, this time for @nekomura-chanzu as part of the holiday gift exchange!! had a blast writing this one, it was a nice break from all the whump and smut. nothing like a sweet silly fluff fic to end the year with a bang! :3

and that's it!! what a brilliant year it's been, and here's to 2025 being even greater!

i never know who to tag for these things (social anxiety will do that😅) but to any housefic authors seeing this, feel free to add on!! <3

my ao3 wrapped! tagged by @greghousebignaturals, template by @spicedrobot

2024 was my first year of getting back into writing fanfic since literally 5 years ago - and I only got back into it in the second half of the year (and I'll still be posting more stuff before 2024 is over lbr)

very briefly, these are the House fics I wrote this year, in chronological order:

Kill the Mood: Hilson try doing doctor roleplay during sex (and fail)

Bonk: Wilson gets a concussion :)

Don't Touch Me: Wilson hates physical contact and has a bad time

inappropriate use of hospital technology: House sends Wilson a dickpic and trans!Wilson jerks off about it

acting like a tough guy: House avoids Wilson on Valentine's Day (Wilson is very endeared by this)

sleep(less): Wilson is sleep deprived to the point of hallucinating a week after he started dating House

Slow Blink: Wilson is turned into a kitten. House is confused by cat body language

ow: trans!Wilson has period cramps

oh, and one more thing: Wilson gets hurt, House mother hens him, Wilson is a little shit

Want/Deserve/Receive: Wilson starts dating House and freaks out because he doesn't feel like he's allowed to be happy

the truth I chose to bend myself around: House accidentally takes truth serum. Nobody believes him (wip)

Tie Me Up, Pull My Leash: Wilson bets House to wear a tie and then tugs on it like a leash and they make out about it

I'm tagging @itooaminthisepisode and @oldmanffucker and @coffins-and-marbles and @defibrillism (if you wanna)

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"Raw and Primal Earth-Shattering Orgasms!!! Get Stuffed Day & Night by the Leader of Onichynus!!!!!" tags: marathon sex, overstimulation, breeding, praise kink 🧐

“That training of yours is really paying off, kitten~ You’ve been keeping up so well with me.”

There was a teasing timbre in Sylus's voice as a he spoke. In any other context, he would have likely even offered a round of soft applause.

However, his hands were much too occupied to do anything of the sort.

Rather, his hands continued to cradle your body, groping and squeezing your plush skin while keeping you close and secure to his broad, towering physique as he kept on with relentlessly barreling his long, heavy cock into the drooling heat of your core.

As your eyes remained rolled back in pleasure while your lips were fixed to moan out his name and plead for more of his vigorous thrusts, you had certainly lost count as to how many times he had already stuffed you full with his cum throughout the night.

But Sylus was certainly keeping track, given the goal he set out to achieve the moment he eagerly hauled you into his bedroom.

“I definitely know I'm not making it easy for you, but--"

His tongue swiped over his grinning lips.

The hand that was once fondling your breasts soon trailed down to rest right on your stomach.

"After tonight, I’ll make sure the pretty mommy of my kids will never have to lift a finger~”

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Haunting You, I'm Onto You

Summary: The serpent in the Garden of Eden.

Caleb in your bedroom.

Sin would transpire.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Caleb

**Warning: contains depictions/themes of non-con, somnophilia, and possessive behavior. Please take discretion before proceeding!**

the dlsite jumped out of me with that 3.0 livestream 🚬🚬

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This was a sacred place that Caleb had no right to step into.

And yet here he was, standing right at the foot of your bed regardless.

He was supposed to be a precious memory, but he felt that a wretched ghost who refused to crawl to heaven or sink into hell suited him better.

Especially as the sight of you nestled peacefully in bed, the hem of your nightgown risen and askew, only made his throat feel painfully parched.

His hands, already curled into loose fists, tightened shut as his fingernails dug into his palms, all while his violet irises continued to behold you with sheer reverence.

The apple of his eye.

But as he took a step forward, his knee soon finding its way to the edge of your mattress, that piety turned sacrilegious.

Much like the serpent in Eden, Caleb began to slither his way up along your bed, big hands pressing into and long limbs dragging along the surface. It didn’t take long for him to be fully perched above you, hovering, near salivating at your slumbering serenity.

His fingers twitched as he gingerly brought them towards your face, letting them linger in the air before he slowly brought his thumb to your cheek.

The beginning of a trail of the lightest caress towards your lips.

The way you looked to lean, nuzzle even, into his touch only twisted whatever was left of his already mutilated self-restraint.

“Dreaming of me still…?”

It was a question that he didn’t need answering.

If at any point you were to open your eyes and see him, perceive him, especially when he was hunched over you like a dog, he would beg the gods above to be smote down again right at the spot.

Though, on that train of thought, he felt he could easily match the gods in their merciless wrath.

Just a glance over towards your vanity was enough to send him on a rampage.

Seashells along the wooden top from a recent trip to the beach, a chubby bunny plush from a night out at the arcade, a marked map noting highlights from a joy ride on a motorcycle a few nights ago, to the most infuriating of all: a miniature snow seal forever preserved to maintain its precious frozen shape as so designed by its maker.

All together, these trinkets of affection made for such a crowded look in your room.

So much clutter.

It was vandalism.

On his property.

Shoving away such thoughts before that simmering rage could spill forth, Caleb immediately return his focus to the far more important matter at hand:

You.

He swooped down, his face a breath away from yours, lips barely brushing over your own as he posed yet another question to you while his fingers reached for the hem of your nightgown, his voice hoarse and strained,

“Do you still have room for me in that pretty, splendid little world of yours?”

You were sacred and Caleb had no right to touch.

But he was there from the beginning, your keeper, your guardian.

Before all those other men.

Did any of them know how to truly care for you, to love you?

Once again, he didn’t expect for you to voice any question to his answer.

But he took the soft noise of your breath as a response.

He already trespassed the sanctity of Eden–his continuing presence in this universe alone was an affront to God.

And so, while you continued to slumber away in the depths of your dreams, he gorged himself on selfish indulgence, touching and kissing any inch of skin the moment it was exposed with every tug of your nightgown.

To feel you again after such a hellish period of separation.

It was gluttony, it was greed, it was sin.

But as he satiated his thirst with wet messy kisses on your lips, his hands memorizing every curve of your body from the soft weight of your breasts to the plushness of your thighs, his sturdy hips rutting against yours while he savored the hot wet velvet heat around his cock, only one mantra repeated endlessly in his mind:

This was fate, this was destiny, this was love.

While by morning he would be gone–shadows weren’t meant to stand within the warmth of daylight–he would spend all night long making sure that every bit of himself haunted your skin.

Because simply put, you were his and he was yours.

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tfw i've been wanting to write something inspired by beyonce's "haunted" and le sserafim's "eve, psyche & the bluebeard's wife" for a while now so ty caleb for helping me tap into both wells of inspo you INSANEO PERIOD TRACKING YANDERE MF 😭😭

cannawt (but actually i can) believe my first og fic idea for lads wasn't even for sylus (who got me into the game) or rafayel (who became one of my top faves) 🫨🫨 that's the power of nojiken voicing a FREAK (lobelia) NII-SAN (natsuya) GAHHHHHH

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Kunigami keeping you pinned down in doggy style enjoying the size kink all while saying "See? You can take all of me."

"And here you thought I'd be too much for you. Told ya'."

Hearing the flustered noise of embarrassment from you below had Kunigami laugh just before he lowered himself further down to kiss your cheek in comfort.

He did wish that the two of you were facing each other, if just so he could bask in every look of pleasure that would cross your features.

However, that was absolutely not to say that he had any issues with the current position the both of you were in.

Far from it.

He admired the gorgeous view of your backside all while he basked in the sight of his cock plunging into you from behind, how your ass pressed so perfectly right up against his sturdy hips, and how your waist was just made to be grabbed and squeezed by his big hands.

Not to mention, the fact that you were currently on all fours before him for him and him alone--there was no way he was letting you out of bed anytime soon.

Another kiss followed, this time right on the corner of your mouth as he called out your name, his voice taking on a huskier, lower octave as he asked,

"Though, since you're taking all of me so well, you won't mind if I take all of you for myself, yeah?"

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LOL Listen we don't judge in this house! Though really proud of being able to guess correctly How about some bathtub fun with Caleb after a date and some random guy bumped into you?

"Caleb, we're gonna be in this tub all night at this rate--"

The sigh you let out was one that had exasperation mingling with satisfaction.

After all, despite Caleb's insistence on cleaning you up, he was hellbent on vandalizing you thoroughly.

Steam in the air, condensation on the tiled walls, soapy bubbles in the tub--this all served as the backdrop while Caleb continued to cradle you in his arms, his face planted right against your breasts as he continued to pump his cock in and out of your core.

At the sound of your voice, his mouth soon released your nipple with a wet 'pop' just before he looked right at your face with big pleading violet eyes and a jutted bottom lip.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The desire to flick soap bubbles at his face was immediate but it was at that moment that the blunt head of his dick pressed right against a spot within your depths that had you seizing hold of his broad shoulders in pleasure as you shuddered.

"It's not but I-I'd--"

You could hear him chuckle at your stuttered words as he sought to pummel that precious little spot of yours over and over. "--like to see our bed eventually! I haven't even properly cleaned off my make-up from tonight!"

The mention of 'tonight' conjured up your date from earlier, one that had those puppy-like purple irises of his narrow and darken ever so slightly as he huffed, his big hands locking right onto your hips while he pushed into your core with intensified fervor.

"Well, considering that guy was up against you way longer than he had any right to, it's my duty to rinse off any trace of him...!"

And with Caleb soon pressing his mouth to your neck to leave a trail of kisses and bites along your skin, you knew that at this rate, he was going to be inside of you all night.

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For a prompt, how about some good ol' maid play with Sylus?

"You've missed a spot, kitten~"

By instinct, you immediately turned around, the skirt of your maid uniform twirling with the speed of your spin as your expression become huffy. You were ready to give Sylus a piece of your mind for yet another teasing comment--one of many throughout the span of your thorough sweep of his office.

And yet, whatever words you had to say dropped as quickly as he--smug smirk and all--proceeded to pour the deep crimson contents of his wine glass directly onto his lap.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips at the look of pure surprise on your face.

"It's quite the mess too--I don't think a rag will be enough."

From the moment you donned the frilly dress of your uniform, you already knew things were going to inevitably going to lead to this. This was Sylus after all, and he always knew how to be just a few steps ahead of you. It was just a matter of what sort of scheme or twist he would pull to inevitably get you in his arms.

In this case, he didn't try too much. The moment you were within reach as you approached was when his large hand seized hold of your wrist and dragged you right over to his lap.

Seeing you bend over constantly during your sweep had him in dire thirst for something else other than wine.

His lips found succor from your breasts, now freed after a firm tug at the front of your dress. He suckled hungrily, savoring the taste of your nipples, the plush sensation of your chest pressed his mouth.

The newly pristine state of his office had him craving disarray, something he achieved with ease as he ensnared you within his embrace, his muscled arms keeping you nice and still upon his lap as he ravenously pounded his thick long cock into your core without relent.

And with the sweet whines and moans of "Master Sylus" that were constantly spilling from your lips, his desire to vandalize you simply knew no bounds.

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When Leona complained you were too noisy, you suggested "then why don't you gag me?" (/j). You didn't think he'd be so quick to jump on the offer but now he wants to test just how loud you can get with your mouth covered. (/srs)

"Oi, keep going until I fall asleep, alright?"

While he yawned with one hand, Leona kept the fingers of his other hand firmly threaded into your hair, keeping your head perfectly still as he kept on with pushing his thick, long cock in and out past your soft lips. Though this all began with your noisiness keeping him from enjoying his afternoon nap, feeling the velvety heat of your mouth surround his dick and the delicate strokes of your tongue along the underside of his shaft while basking in the huffy whines of your defeat only drew forth a prideful grin to his face.

Peace and quiet couldn't top this.

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It's around 4:30-ish PM on Fridays that you leave NRC to head home for the day, saying your goodbyes to the other staff members as you head out. However, today you might be a bit late, since fellow professor Crewel has you pinned against a table in the storage room!! (Doggy style, dirty talk)

"And here I thought dress code was only necessary for the students. Tell me. Now. Do you think wearing such a form-fitting short skirt is becoming of a professor?"

As sharp and icy as his voice was, Crewel left you overwhelmed with heat like nothing else.

While his coat and crimson leather gloves were carefully laid beside where you were currently sprawled upon the storage room table, the accursed skirt that got you deep into his mess was tossed aside without a second thought after being torn with ease by his hands.

Skirt length aside, you were sure he was most upset that you wore something with such cheap and flimsy material.

Regardless of the cause of his ire, he would reprimand you all the same.

His hands locked onto your waist, he kept you caged within his grasp with little effort, especially as he continued on with pummeling your core relentlessly from behind.

With the lascivious cacophony of your moans, his hissed curses and the noisy slaps of his hips smacking against your ass, he made no effort to admonish you for the volume of your voice. If anything, he welcomed it, near daring anyone who passed by the storage room to peek inside.

His face buried itself against the crook of your neck, a mix of kisses and bites following suit, just before he huskily declared into your ear,

"Remember this lesson well, darling. The man who gets to see this lewd expression on your face, who gets to admire the way how your clothes fit your body is me and me alone. And if I must punish this slutty little hole with my cock, then so be it...!"

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Hi after years of reading your tasty works i finally got the courage to send smth, caleb and his amazing biceps have awoken a deep thirst in me, hope this is decent !!

"Reunion with the Colonel After Long Deepspace Mission Turns into Deep Long Fucking..."

tags: Doggystyle Chokehold, Overstim, Creampie

"Been having lots of fun without me, huh? With Zayne and all those other guys."

Ragged as it was, Caleb's voice remained teasing and light.

But you knew him well enough to know there was no humor to be found in his tone, especially as he then continued with another huff right by your ear,

"We have a lot to catch up on though, so it's not like you're gonna be seeing them much from now on anyway."

A grunt escaped Caleb right as his hips picked up in pace, pounding his cock into your drooling from behind with intensified fervor.

His arms--so chiseled and sturdy--maintained their hold around your neck, his forearm pressed right against your throat.

Feeling you shudder against him while mewled out his name in response had one corner of his lip quirk up.

It was satisfying, a relief surely.

Yet thinking back to the time spent apart, to the time you spent with others only had him grit his teeth as he resolved to stuff you full with his seed and to never let you go ever again.

He had you right where he wanted: in his arms.

Cradling you even closer against him, Caleb spoke to you once more, his voice having descended into a snarling low,

"--and that's an order."

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"I'm New To Teaching, But I'm Not Sure This Is Normal Orientation! Professor Crewel Diligently Trains the New Hire!" Tags: Semi-Public (boning in the greenhouse), Creampie, Teasing

“—and since the greenhouse tends to be the hideaway of choice for students ditching class, maintaining a hushed and discreet presence is key while catching them unawares.”

Crewel sounded undeniably smug as he spoke to you, emphasizing his explanation by murmuring each word to your ear.

This was while he made it significantly difficult for you to abide by this very guideline.

In this distance, you could hear the chatter and laughter of the students who were currently assigned to maintain the greenhouse’s lush flora, watering cans being filled and even used to splash a fellow classmate before it resulted in an inevitable lighthearted tussle.

But up close, right within your vicinity, your senses were heightened more and more with every lewd, obscene squelch that met your ears.

Especially since you were the very source of that sound.

Yet your teeth sunk into your bottom lip while Crewel pressed on with sinking his cock deep into the hot slick depths of your core from behind, messy streaks of his seed seeping down your thighs before cascading down to the tiled floor.

He kept you ensnared against him, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while his other hand rested right over your throat, his gloved fingers cradling your jaw to keep your head obediently in place.

His lips fell by your ear once more. Even while you were unable to look back, you knew he was smirking as he spoke, his words low and husky.

“It’ll take some time getting used to, but I’ll be sure to turn you from pet to professor in no time, my dearest colleague.”

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Let me know if this tickles your writing fancy! “My peeping tom stalker is actually my absent neighbor???”

Tags are!!!: aphrodisiacs, manhandling, prone bone

Hmmmm, maybe this can go to Ghost? But if someone else steals the prompt I won’t mind at all!

In your hand was a black balaclava that you frantically yanked at before you found yourself heaved down to the wooden floor of your living room.

In your neighbor’s pocket was the tiny glass vial of some high-grade concoction that he stealthily emptied into the tea cup you left on your coffee table while you went to get snacks from your kitchen.

Mr. Riley.

Since moving to your flat, you scarcely saw him around. With the hushed murmurs from other tenants of his mainstay occupation in some vague rank of military, this only furthered the idea in your mind that he was more phantom than man.

Tonight, this ghost had made it abundantly clear that he was very much real.

This was first demonstrated by the calloused cinch of his hands seizing hold of your waist before he effortlessly left you sprawled upon your frontside on the floor just before claiming his spot on top of you from behind.

He had maintained this position since then, anchoring you down with the massive, hulking size of his physique.

And with the hefty slams of his sturdy hips hammering down against the bared plush skin of your ass, the fat girth of his cock keeping you stretched and stuffed full, you weren't going to be leaving him anytime soon.

Not that you wanted to, your body possessed by a scorching heat that left you mewling desperately for more, your eyes rolled back in pleasure while you laid obediently pliant beneath him.

It was a surrendering of yourself for his hands to continue groping your body as he wished, for him to pour his hot thick seed into your core.

In the months since you first moved in, you rarely saw your neighbor up until this night.

But once he inevitably carried you over to his flat much much later, with the countless myriad of candid pictures he had taken of you--from meetups with friends, coffee runs with co-workers, to getting ready for bed--reverently displayed across his bedroom wall, you would quickly come to realize that he had kept his eyes on you all this time.

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Don't You Want Me Like I Want You?

Summary: There was a time when you and Lieutenant Price were as close as could be.

But after one drunken mistake years ago, you've since done everything you could to keep yourself as far away from him as possible.

Up until this particular night.

As his former Captain, you should've known that there was simply no way he would ever give up on hunting you down.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Older F!Reader/Younger!Price (Reader is in her 30s & John is in his 20s)

**Warning: contains age gaps and drunken sex--please take discretion before proceeding!**

hi 🧍‍♀️

recently i had the chance to visit seoul and idk seeing all sorts of soldiers reuniting with their lovers for the holidays + being unable to escape "apt" no matter where i went + continuing to listen to yandere male kouhai x female senpai drama cds resulted in this !!!

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A sigh left your lips before you gulped down a mouthful of champagne from your glass.

They grow up so fast.

Once near religiously clean-shaven to now sporting a thick, well-groomed mustache. An almost naively optimistic glimmer in the eye to a much more steely and narrowed gaze that only further experiences in life could naturally curate. Tall, lean muscle that had since bulkened into a sinewy pillar of brawn.

To everyone in attendance at tonight's military gala in the heart of London, he was the newly appointed Captain John Price.

But to you, always and more, he was Lieutenant John Price.

Having dedicated most of his life in the military–from the latter half of his adolescence to essentially the entirety of his 20s–, he was primed to be nothing short of legendary in his career. Skilled, resilient, and–most of all–mindful. He could be trusted with Britain’s–nay, the world’s–finest soldiers and see them not just to victory, but safe and sound back home as well. Similarly, he still maintained compassion to the plights of the innocents and the causes of opposing forces, seeking to preserve life as much as he could rather than callously brushing off all as mere collateral damage. 

For you, it was the greatest honor to have overseen his growth and development as his superior.

As his Captain.

You could say that it was by fate that the two of you would ever cross paths, but really it was because of Kate.

Kate Laswell, of course.

One of your dearest friends and your longest ally.

With the both of you being among the few women working your way up the ropes within the realm of the military, it was a persistent uphill battle for you both to excel and progress further enough to have your accomplishments inside and outside the field validated. The hardships faced both abroad in volatile territory and within the stifling restraints of bureaucracy had the two of you as close as could be.

And when a job needed swift and efficient execution, she knew she could reliably call upon you.

But then there came a time she needed more help than you could provide.

Enter one John Price.

Whereas you had only a few years difference apart in age with Kate–her being older at that–, you had a full decade over John, who was to serve as the lieutenant to your captain.

While you were used to any of your male counterparts–regardless of their seniority or their status as subordinates–to scoff or sneer at you upon first meeting, he was as respectful as could be. 

No smarmy jabs about your capabilities as a woman, no piggish snipes at your age or your looks, no overly critical questioning of your methods.

He abided by your leadership with damn near reverence and even went as far as to bark down at any man–sergeant, lieutenant, corporal–who dared to see you as beneath themselves.

It was the start of a precious friendship, one that spanned across the years and across the world. No matter the mission or location, whether there was need for infiltrating the underbelly of the Triads, disposing of ultranationalist leaders in Russia, thwarting the plans for a full global scale terrorist strike across the world, you and Price made for the perfect pair.

In the sense of a mentor and a student, obviously. You couldn’t even begin to think of tainting such a precious dynamic.

That very same compassion and mindfulness he carried throughout his career was honed and nurtured under your tutelage. Though, you were usually the first to tease him whenever he spoke in such profound one-liners of grandeur.

“Movie star” was one of many nicknames you had for him.

It was just a shame that you could not look at your friendship with fondness in your heart any more.

The reason for such was why you were deep into a bottle of champagne during tonight’s evening affair.

All while you prayed and prayed that no affair of any sort would come about.

You wished you weren’t even here to begin with–especially not while you were doing your best to try and camouflage against one of the gala hall’s many ornamented flower arrangements in a black dress and heels.

It had been a little over 5 years since you both retired and had last seen Price.

While you were more than prepared to have it extend to a full decade, a call from an exasperated Kate had you reluctantly make the trip out to London for tonight’s celebration, with his promotion to captain among the many highlights.

She needed him to take lead of an extensive campaign in Brazil but he had been shockingly adamant in his refusal–albeit with one exception:

“I want to see my Captain again, Laswell.”

The groaned “Katherine” you let out over the phone was burdened and heavy upon hearing her recount his singular term.

Yet while the same couldn’t exactly be said about your current connection with Price, your friendship with Kate was as strong as it ever was and as hesitant as you felt, you agreed to attend.

After all, you simply had to swing by the gala–that didn’t mean you had to talk to Price. He only said he wanted to see you. With how desperately you were trying to utilize every bit of semantics for salvation, you took any chance you could.

Because simply put, there was a conversation that you just didn’t want to have with him.

A follow-up to a night from just shy of 5 years ago that you had been running from all this time.

You had since done your best to blank out the happenings of that evening, but your skin could still feel the phantoms of body heat and muscle haunting over every inch regardless.

Despite all the repressing as you had done across the days, the months, the years, some details were just impossible to completely stamp out:

December in Seoul. Campaign celebration. Your soju. His hotel room.

Drunkenly teaching him a game of mahjong led to the idea of sweetening the prize beyond mere bragging rights between the two of you.

Release a few salacious secrets or help unwind a knot or two in the shoulder with a massage.

It was meant to be a choice of one or the other but it didn’t take much more of both to be tangled, much like the two of you on his bed.

“So this is why the guys keep teasing you with those mama’s boy comments,” was something you remember giggling out while you had Price nursing from your breasts, his lips hungrily sucking at your nipples while his hands fondled your chest.

He chuckled lowly against your skin, his eyes twinkling as he peeked up at you with a wink. “I wear it with pride–always preferred a dignified woman over a bratty girl.”

You found yourself slinking over to the bar once again, careful to keep watch of any sign of Price. He had finished giving his acceptance speech–his frequent scans across the gala hall did not escape you while you were sinking low in your seat and hiding behind gala pamphlets–and was mingling with the likes of the ever dignified Commander Shepherd and other elites from the British Army with cigars and whiskey.

They truly grow up so fast.

Though, given his penchant for the finer things in life, it only made you swelter within your dress all the more with another memory from that night.

Your body caged in Price’s arms, your nails digging into his chiseled forearms, his naked body pressed flush against yours, his cock hammering into your core from behind, his voice in a hiss as he sought to mark your skin and leave his claim, his ownership.

“That’s right, Captain. Cum for your lieutenant and become mine…!”

You shuddered hard, head thrown back against his shoulder, back arching off against his chest. Never had any man–all of whom were much closer to you in age–made you feel like this.

And so, for once, you did as he ordered.

Partially.

Because you couldn’t become his.

You refused.

Price was well a decade younger than you, with your night together a drunken fling and–in your eyes–a tarnishing of the pure connection you shared with him as mentor and student.

All because you weren’t thinking that night.

You were supposed to serve as an example of what discipline and merit could achieve, especially against all odds.

Instead, you happily lied beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate every eager thrust and every sticky load he pumped into you with.

It was at this recollection that you paused midway to the bar.

Perhaps it was time to call it a night instead, else risk more possible drunken mistakes, whether with Price or with someone else.

With this, you shifted direction to head over to where Kate and her wife were seated–just a quick bye and you would be out to find freedom and ease of mind back at your hotel room.

And then, you felt it again.

The manifestation of a haunting phantom.

The weight of two heavy hands coming to rest right on top of your shoulders.

“There you are–just the woman I’ve been looking for.”

Whatever drunken flushed heat in your skin turned ice cold as a voice���now roughened and deeper from when you last heard it–spoke out to you.

Your body was pulled back into an embrace with utmost ease, solid muscle slotting perfectly against your backside.

You dared not to look back.

But you knew he was smiling by the mirth in his voice.

“I’m being called for another speech, but I’ll be waiting for you for mahjong later, Captain. Still have a few loose ends I’ve been meaning to tie up.”

His fingers caught along the strap of your dress, running over the thin fabric right as he brought his lips right to the corner of your mouth for a quick kiss, the bristles of his mustache raking over your skin.

When he drew away, you caught the definite quirk of a triumphant grin as he proceeded to take his leave.

You almost shattered your champagne glass.

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tysm for reading !!! i hope you enjoyed !!! literally as soon as i returned from my trip this past weekend, i was DETERMINED to get this done and while i actually did have some bits i was inclined to elaborate on, i controlled myself because otherwise i knew i was gonna be locked tf in on context alone and i already have my "bodyguard" piece to catch up on !!!!!!!!! 😭😭

[lovehotelreservation]

it's one in the dang morning on a tuesday and leona's woken you up for a midnight snack. what, like it's your fault he slept right through dinner time again? you're not even that hungry! (sixty nine, facesitting)

"Oi, just because you're not hungry--"

The fact that Leona--notorious for being a proponent against the concept and philosophy of effort--was even bothering to speak while his mouth was currently occupied was astounding to you.

After all, while he continued to lie comfortably beneath you, his lips were much too busy with switching between kisses and suckles against your drooling center, his tongue savoring your slickness with each slow, indulgent drag up and down. With you situated right on his face, he kept his large hands resting comfortably on your ass while he continued to feast, his clawed fingers squeezing your bottom as he sought to taste you further.

Never to be denied the chance to be spoiled even more, he was also treated to the hot wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock and the warm soft touch of your palms massing his balls. Though, while he was being treated, it didn't stop you from preciously huffing over being stirred from your slumber just moments before.

And thus, as he continued to speak, a smirk lazily found its way to his lips as he swiped the flat of his tongue repeatedly around your clit, all while lifting his hips to push his dick further into your mouth as you squirmed and moaned all the more.

"--doesn't mean you still can't enjoy a good mouthful of fresh milk."

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Ngl my first lad was Xavier because he resembled loml Lee Punishing, at least in the face. But then we got Caleb who was like the half of Lee that was the overbearing brother if we didn’t have a world-ending virus and I am raMBLING ANYWAY-

“Class prez caught me compensated dating and is blackmailing me!”

Tags: blackmailing, overheard on the phone, spanking

This is for you king 🫡. Sorry for dropping you like a hot rock for nii-chan dick.

The moment Caleb heard you stutter upon picking up his phone call, he knew something was amiss.

And as he heard the unmistakable murmur of your class president, he already knew that Xavier was a dead man.

“The fact that your own guardian didn’t even know what you’ve been up to, the men you’ve been seeing, the money you’ve received for—“

Xavier’s usual dreamy drawl was downright venomous as he cut himself short with a hiss, “—I don’t even want to think about it.”

What followed next was the sound of a hand swatting against supple skin with a pleasured yelp flying straight from your lips soon after, followed by another and another, all in tandem with the obscenely wet noise of flesh rhythmically meeting flesh.

The picture painted itself in Caleb’s mind: you caged within the arms of your class president, Xavier’s cock spearing into your core from behind, a hot stinging blush across your ass from repeated spanks.

He was about ready to burn the canvas and the rest of the world with it.

But before he could leave cracks on his phone screen just by how furiously tight he was gripping onto it, Caleb heard Xavier speak up once more amidst the whines of cries of his name from your lips.

“If your guardian can’t protect you properly then I will.”

The call hung up and Caleb was already on the move to hang Xavier.

Though vengeance was at the forefront of his mind, a suitable punishment for you following closely after, he also resolved on one more matter once this whole ordeal was messily dealt with:

You were going to be homeschooled immediately after this.

[lovehotelreservation]

Rook Hunt, my weird beloved Frenchman, saying "Mon amour, how beautifully your walls cling to me in this position~ You'll milk me dry with ease!" in prone bone with a breeding kink (with added bite marks pls pls pls)

No iron bars and yet you were caged.

No rope and yet you were bound.

No steel claws and yet you were trapped.

After all, Rook only needed to keep you beneath his shadow to have you exactly where he wanted.

His palms rested on the back of your hands, his fingers laced sweetly with yours.

And yet, he squeezed your hands often, a silent yet firm declaration that you were not to be free of his grasp anytime soon.

His lips showered your skin with kisses, the corners of his mouth remaining curled up in bliss.

This alternated with the way he greedily sunk his teeth into your neck, unable to resist the urge to display his claim on you, spurned further on by the idea of other potential suitors on campus noticing such marks.

His hips pressed down against your backside over and over, the pace of his thrusts keeping to a persistent rhythm that only sought to pleasure you endlessly.

After all, if he was to achieve his goal of pumping your womb full with his cum, he couldn't just burn through his stamina like some mindless beast.

Even so, as his mind thought once more to the day he would get to bask in the majesty and beauty of your maternal glow, Rook couldn't help but pound into you with increased feverish zeal.

Letting out a dreamy sigh, he squeezed your hands once more as he declared with breathless rapture, "Go on and take every drop of me--my love, my life. I yield it all to you, ma déesse! For you, I will hunt and I will worship!"