#dark john

[sweetwolfcupcake]

Wildflower

The Secret Garden

Category: Short Series

John Wick X Reader

Warning: None.

Notes: John is relatively younger in this fic-- late thirties to early forties.

The gif is not mine. Credits to the original creator (Sorry, I don't remember where I downloaded it from)

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Wildflower 02

The place was high-end. There was no doubt about that. The building was surrounded by black, sleek cars, carpeted in red from the entrance to the reception desk, where stood a suited man. 

“Good evening, welcome to The Continental, how may I help you?” He smiled.

Detached but polite. Perhaps typical of any high-end place.

(Y/N) licked her lips, feeling her palms dampening.

“Uh, Mr Winston--where can I find him?”

“Do you have any appointment, Miss…?”

“(L/N). (Y/N)(L/N).”

“Miss (L/N). I am afraid that without a proper appointment or any relation with our business, I cannot let you meet anyone here.”

No, this was not going to happen. She needed to meet Mr Winston.

“This is very important. I am searching for Artemis.”

The man behind the counter stilled, assessing her.

Keeping his eyes on her, he picked up a vintage-looking telephone and dialed a number.

“Someone wishes to see Miss Artemis...No--okay.” He put the phone back “The manager will see you now.”

With that, he gestured to one of the guards standing by the door leading further inside the hotel. She looked at him, confused at the lack of information. But he nodded in assurance and she was desperate.

The towering man led her through seemingly unending hallways, lit in greens, blues, and goldens. Every corner screamed opulence, and every doorway appeared to hold an allure. Yet, perhaps it was only because she was slightly nervous, something about this building felt—

“Here he is, Miss.” 

The man led her to a courtyard that belonged to royalty. Shapely trees, shrubs and perfectly trimmed carpets of grass around the stone pathways. In front of a grand fountain, was a round table with two chairs, both occupied.

“Welcome to the Continental. I am the manager.”

The shorter and older of the two rose from his seat and approached her with a smile. Out of all the people she had seen in and around the building, he seemed the most welcoming to her.

“I am here for Mr Winston?” She tried again. Hoping that the man would be more helpful than the receptionist.

“Please have a seat Miss. You can meet him once you’ve discussed your business.”

While it was not what she wanted, she was desperate. Only the mysterious man named Winston could help her. And the hotel was the only address she had of him. So she followed the manager silently to the table, where a man dressed in black sat, along with an extra chair she had failed to notice before. Or perhaps it was placed there while she was speaking with the manager?

She smiled at the other man out of courtesy but he only nodded, eyes still on her. Reading her, analysing her. But she did not have more than a moment to spare the mysterious stranger. 

Turning to the manager, she took a seat.

“Actually, I got this name and address from…Here.” Fishing out a worn-out card from her jacket’s pocket, she gave it to him.

“You know Artemis?” He looked up from the card.

“Her real name was (Name). My mother. All I know is that she had another name, and the only person who can help me find her is Mr Winston. I need to meet Mr Winston, Sir. Please tell me where to find him.”

“How do you know that?”

She almost flinched at the low, gruff voice. The other man broke his silence. His dark eyes were set on her when she turned to him. She took him in for the first time. With ebony hair brushed back, a pair of deep brown eyes that gave away nothing other than the fact that he was observing, the man held her gaze with his piercing one. Shapely bread complemented his handsome face, somehow enhancing the enigmatic aura he possessed.

“Through the letter she left me.” From her bag, she produced a letter. Her last connection to her mother before she left her. “She had told me about this pseudonym, Artemis. I don’t know why she needed a pseudonym, all I need is to find her.” She handed it to the manager.

“This letter is eight years old.” He commented as soon as he began reading it.

“I received it a few months ago."

"And may I ask why it took you so long to receive a letter from your mother?" The manager pressed.

It was...hidden away.” She admitted, but did not wish to delve further.

 If anyone deserved to know the whole story, it was Winston– the man her mother trusted. So she would trust him too. 

“Do you know what your mother did for a living?”

She frowned. Her mother, as long as she remembered before she just…left, was a homemaker.

“She was a homemaker when she left. She left this letter when…” She licked her lips. “When she left us eight years ago. I found this letter recently.”

The manager looked up from the letter, meeting her eyes with a contemplative stare. It was the silence that bothered her more than his question, or the overall environment of the hotel.

“Child, unfortunately, you are too late…Your mother is no more.”

“Wh–how can you tell me I want to meet Winston—”

“I am Winston, child, and your mother, I’m afraid, is no more.”

Surprisingly, no ground was snatched from beneath her feet. But there was a numbness spreading, gripping her– her thoughts, her mind, her reality and  it—

“I will see you later, Winston.”

The other man cleared his throat and rose from his seat. There was no sign of smile, or any greeting–only a brief glance at her before he walked away in silence. While she sat there– mind sprinting from one end to another. 

Winston sighed. 

“I’m sorry…for your mother. I can tell you where she was buried.”

“How? H–how and why?”

Mr Winston signed and returned her the letter.

“The less you know, the better it is. Some questions do not have the answers you need, or expect.”

—----

It had been so long, she had, at the back of her mind, had already assumed the worst. Eight years of no contact, and only being simply told that her mother ‘left’ her and her entire family and she had grown to resent that woman. But when she discovered her mother’s last letter to her, previously hidden away by her father, everything changed– her perception, her approach to the disappearance of her mother–everything.

He was an excellent father, but ever since her mother left, he did not tolerate even the mention of her in the house. (Y/N) had found the letter carefully hidden away among his medical files. When she questioned him, he gave no proper answer and she was left with no choice but to make preparations to get to New York. Like taking up a job there. 

It was all too confusing for her. She needed answers, and her mother, in the letter, only mentioned Winston. The man who had, in turn, refused to give her the answers that brought her to him. If not him, then who would give her the answers she so desperately sought?

“We are here, Miss.”

The driver declared as the car slowed. Mr Winston insisted that she travelled with the vehicle provided by him. She was thankful for his assistance. It had been barely a week since she had landed in New York and she knew nothing of the streets there.

The cemetery was nestled in the quieter end of the city. The driver opened the door for her and she thanked him. As soon as she was out of the car, he walked up to the guard sitting by the gates of the cemetery and showed him a card, whispering something to the watchman, who nodded and opened the cemetery gates.

“I will wait here Miss, please take your time. That man will lead you.”

He offered her a polite smile on returning to her, but all she could do was nod. The watchman led her inside the sprawling cemetery– well-kept and littered with varying graves, from grand to plain, and even unnamed. The man led her to a simple and unassuming grave that had her mother’s name on the headstone and the year of her death. Three years. Her mother had passed away three years ago.

She was three years too late.

It felt unreal.

All her months' planning, all her hopes, her confusion, her resentment, her love, everything fizzing into a cold climax. 

Her mother was dead, buried and forgotten.

(Y/N) stood there–stared at the gravestone for…she was not counting. She just stood there. No tears, no anger, no bitterness. Nothing. There was just this cold void. A void that demanded answers.

Yet, she was unaware of the driver standing a few feet away from her–hiding behind the cluster of trees, gun in hand. Picking his phone, he pressed a button and put the device close to his ear, all the while keeping his eyes rooted on her unassuming form.

“All clear Sir, she really is the daughter.”

And put his phone away.

When she returned to the gates, the driver was waiting dutifully by the car. 

“Please take me back to the continental.”

“Are you sure Miss?”

“(Y/N). Please call me (Y/N) and yes, I’m sure. I need to get there. Please.”

“As you wish (Y/N).” He responded, opening the passenger door for her.

—----

Under the night sky, when the city was lit up, the hotel glowed like any other unassuming lamp on a posh street. But within, it was bustling. It was all glitz and glamour–easy to get lost. But she had no business there other than her mother. 

It was the same man at the reception. His eyebrows raised at recognition as he watched her rushing towards the desk.

“I would like to see the manager please.”

This time, there were no other formalities needed. One of the men led her to the basement— a pub with its own jazz band. Lit up in greens and reds, it was filled with people drinking, chatting, moving around– mostly dressed in darker shades.

Winston was seated at a lit–up corner, a point which allowed him unrestricted view of the entrance. He raised his drink in greeting as she approached him.

“Hello again, little miss.”

“I need answers Sir, and only you give me the answers.” She was desperate– uneasy, uncertain and lost.

“Have a seat first, and tell me why do you think I can give you the answers you seek?” He offered her, all in poise and grace.

She sat down reluctantly– only then noticing the same man she had seen earlier. His unreadable eyes were already on her. He had been unmoving and silent, almost merging into the shadows. He had been just silently observing her for so long?

“Hello again.” She tested.

He only nodded before finally moving his eyes away and focusing on his drink.

“Would you like something to drink? It's on the house.” Winston offered.

“No, I’m good.”

“It’s rude to refuse, young lady.” He corrected her gently.

“Sorry…” she gathered herself  “Sure, anything you offer.”

“Very well.” Winston smiled slowly before instructing one of the waiters to bring a drink she did not even bother to remember.  He looked at her when the waiter was gone “Now tell me, what answers do you want?”

She sighed. That was the point. She did not even know where to begin from. “I have no answers…to anything. Why she left, why she has a pseudonym, what connection does she have with you, or the cemetery? How did she…” 

How did she die?

She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the bracelet she wore— a gift by her mother on her sixteenth birthday.

The glass table clicked when he put his drink down and leaned in “Child, listen to me carefully.”

She looked up, focusing on him, nothing but him and his words as he continued.

“There are some questions that are better left unanswered. You try even peering into this river, you will see nothing but an unending abyss. And you get nothing out of it but darkness.”

She sat there, taking in his cryptic words.

“That is my answer to you, child. Your mother was a good woman and loved you very much and it was her last wish to keep you safe. Won’t you honour her?”

“I have…no closure then?” Her eyes turned glassy.

“Let me ask you a question...Do you know the Boogeyman?”

She frowned, confused at the sudden, seemingly irrelevant question. She turned to look around, confused. The man beside her had his impenetrable gaze set on her already. Even if Winston asked the question, it was Winston and that man waiting for the answer.

Winston raised an eyebrow “Do you?”

She frowned and tilted her head slightly. “What is the Boogeyman?”

Winston’s eyes stayed on her as he sipped his drink.

“Sometimes, it is better to not have any closure. Sometimes, the book is better shut tight and thrown away.”

“But why?” 

She did not understand. Why could not she have an answer? Was she to live in the dark all her life? Just wondering? How could she possibly make peace with that?

“Because…” The man on the side spoke up– deep but slow, as if weighing his words before he spoke, or perhaps thinking too much. “Because you are at the wrong place. A place you shouldn’t be.”

In his black clothing, he appeared with the shadows behind him. There was something raw but deep in his stare– a kind of instinct even billions of years of evolution could not suppress– something primal. His stare was enigmatic– not in a usual seductive way,no. But in the way that it somehow reminded her of baser human tendencies.

She gulped.

“He is John.” Winston broke her out of her thoughts. She turned to him, breaking her gaze away from the man.

“John Wick.” The man added, offering a handshake.

“(Y/N) (L/N)” She replied, accepting the handshake.

“(Y/N)...I knew you would return so…” Winston produced a ring from his pocket. Her mother’s wedding ring. “Maybe this was why she wanted you to come here. To tell you that she loved you, and your father. This is the only closure you should have.”

She blinked her tears away while taking the ring. She sat there in silence for a moment, staring at the ring, before finally putting it in her pocket.

“Thank you, Winston.” She managed to whisper out, but her voice cracked at the end.

“Goodbye, child.” He responded with a sombre stare.

Nodding, she made her way out of the place. A place so grand, yet so mysterious that suddenly seemed suffocating to her, oblivious to the burning stare that followed her until she was out of sight.

****

The one-shot has been sitting in my doc, collecting dust. Wrote as a self--indulgent experient...So, enjoy if you want to.

Also to the Anon who sent me a beautiful request, I'm working on it, just struggling to come up with a proper timeline. Please dm me if possible so we can discuss it.

[deviika]

Anaïs Nin // John Steinbeck

[konigsblog]

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KÖNIG

somnophilia with pervert!könig

taking kidnapper!könig for the first time

size difference with petite!reader and könig

“just the tip, könig.” with loser!könig

loser!könig who loses control (breeding kink)

being groped by kidnapper!könig (hole inspection)

forced breeding with pervert!könig

hope inspection with older boyfriend!könig

virginity loss with könig (virgin!reader)

letting virgin!könig use your body (virginity loss)

raped and recorded by könig

entertainment for kidnapper!könig (non-con)

raped in public by rapist!könig

incel!könig making porn for his online girlfriend

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

punishments with brat!reader and simon riley (brat taming)

relaxing simon riley with your pussy

‘obedience’ with simon riley

stepbrother!simon riley and his best friends

humping your stepfather's bulge

car sex with stepbro!simon riley

rough dom!simon riley and his fuck doll

being manhandled by your stepbrother

raped by kidnapper!simon

being filled by simon riley (breeding kink)

hole inspection with simon riley

cock worship with older boyfriend!simon

rough dom!simon x brat!reader (brat taming)

punishments with stepfather!simon

having your attitude fixed by your lieutenant

semi-clothed sex with pervert!simon

raped for intel by lieutenant!simon

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

pervert!soap x milf!reader (morning sex)

“just the tip, i promise.” with stepbro!soap

your needy stepbro attempting to distract you

rough dom!stepbro!soap punishing you

playful!stepbro!soap and his virgin stepsister virginity loss

stepbro!soap eating you out

cuddling fucking with stepbro!soap

drunken sex with loser!soap

“fuck, don’t stop, bonnie...” handjobs with soap

being fingered by stepbro!soap

mutual masturbation with soap

stepson!soap with stepmom!reader

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

shower sex with pervert!gaz

the type of videos gym bro!gaz sends you

riding gaz in your new lingerie

the result of getting high with stepbro!gaz

having your insides rearranged by gaz

riding gaz for the first time

“don’t pull out!” with pervert!gaz

sucking off gaz for the first time (inexperienced!reader)

letting virgin!gaz play with your cunt while you're high

treating soft!gaz to a handjob after his deployment

virgin!reader fucking themselves back on gaz

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

being eaten out by john price (1)

being eaten out by john price (2)

morning sex with older boyfriend!price

spit play with older boyfriend!price

morning sex with sugar daddy!price

being eaten out by sugar daddy!price

manhandled by price

making out with price

stepdad!price and his slutty, daft stepdaughter

[requiem-on-water]

John Galliano (fall 2007) rtw

[owllog]

Mothman by Andrew Smart (owllog)

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[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

John Patrick gana

[tojisun]

something about price slapping your pussy after fucking it all bruised and sensitive makes me dizzy. thinking about the heavy and consistent slaps on your cunt; the way he’s bullying it with a quiet tut.

“what a desperate cunt y’have,” he murmurs after a wet gush, your squirt and slick spreading to your pelvis and thighs with each smacks. “need to keep ‘er entertained, don’t i? always needy — it doesn’t even need t’be my cock.”

he sighs in faux disappointment. “such a greedy girl.”

you gurgle your replies, unable to properly speak with the searing pain and blistering pleasure blending into something so cathartic, your toes are curled at your peaking euphoria.

bloating.

the orgasm is close. closecloseclose—

john’s hands still, roughened palm gently falling to the meat of your thigh instead. he leans close, eyes crinkled as he smiles down at you.

“no cummin’ yet, kid,” he croons, breathless.

fuck. him.

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[bluegiragi]

muzzle stays on 'til he learns some manners.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[mournfulroses]

John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1820, featured in Selected Letters

[caleod]

13-5-24

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #35

There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.

Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.

So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.

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KÖNIG

being forcefully bred and impregnated by your kidnapper.

letting virgin!loser!könig hump your ass.

popular!reader finally taking nerd!könig's virginity.

petite!reader taking könig's cock for the first time.

being overstimulated by your best friend.

könig drugging his favourite cosplayer to have his way with them in their hotel room.

‘face down, ass up...” with könig.

breeding kink compilation with könig.

rapist!könig who can't hold himself back from having you inside of his car.

popular!reader sucking on nerd!könig's tip.

letting cbf!könig lose his virginity to you.

perv!könig who's absolutely obsessed with your titties.

thigh fucking with perv!könig.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

letting older-boyfriend!simon take your ass.

letting older-boyfriend!simon play with and tease your slick pussy.

‘face down, ass up...” with mean!simon.

being fucked by toxic!simon inside of his car after a breakup.

kidnapped!reader developing stockholm syndrome for simon.

letting dealer!simon use your holes as compensation because you're unable to pay him.

how mean!simon puts you in your place.

stepbrother!simon uses your asshole for the first time.

pounded into by your stepbrother as punishment after stealing form his stash of weed.

size kink with simon riley.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

stepson!johnny using his sweet stepmom's soft cunt to lose his virginity.

overprotective!stepbro!soap showing his stepsister what it feels like to be fucked properly after being cheated on.

treating cbf!soap to a blowjob.

making out and riding toxic!soap mactavish.

satisfying perv!johnny's needs.

letting perv!johnny obsess over your holes.

throat trained by johnny.

rewarding gamer!soap for winning a round.

taking care of sub!soap.

sucking off sleazebag!soap.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

rough sex with toxic!gaz.

taking care of gaz by riding him.

“face down, ass up...” with gaz.

rapist!gaz finally re-enacting his darkest, sickest fantasies.

size kink with gaz garrick.

having sex with standing up with gaz.

being kidnapped by perverted!gaz, for him to record your rape and profit from it.

stepbro!gaz who intoxicates you for his own amusement.

encouraging gym-bro!gaz by bouncing on his lengthy dick.

getting off using gym-bro!gaz.

getting drunk and overstimulated with gaz.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

stepdad!price raping his stepdaughter as punishment for losing their virginity.

letting your captain grind against your pussy as a form of release after a mission went wrong.

showing off to your stepfather after being trained by your stepbrothers.

kidnapper!price bullying his sweaty cock into your cunt for the first time.

letting your stepdad have a taste of your cunt.

prostitute!reader being throat fucked by price.

watching a movie with your husband.

creep!price with his favourite little sex worker.

gang bang with stepdad!price and your stepbrothers.

[kenniicole]

Danny Phantom just defeated Pariah Dark. Like he is still in that suit his father made in Pariahs keep. He doesn't know the ghost rules. It hasn't even been a year since he died and became a halfa, so no one has explained to him that if you defeat the king you become the king. In another dimension John Constantine is panicking because because the JL failed to stop a cult from completing the summoning ceremony that will summon the ghost king. They are all expecting Pariah Dark, but what they get instead is a ghost child. The summoning pulled him out of the suit that Jack made.

Danny looks around, confused with his vision blurring exhausted from fighting Pariah Dark. "Where am I?" Danny asks. Danny has no idea that he now has a floating crown above his head. He finally passes out right in front of the JL, and he transforms back into Danny Fenton.

The JL decides to take Danny to the watchtower in space and put him in a cell until he wakes up. None of them trust Danny, especially not John Constantine. When Danny wakes up, he is very confused, and sitting right outside his cell is John Constantine.

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Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

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This came to me five seconds before I fell asleep. Now I cast EMOTIONAL DAMAGE.

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