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Above originally posted by whistler-king

The NSFW A to Z for Charlie Hesketh.  

I did this a bit differently, since Charlie has two very different distinct personalities from The Kingsman: The Secret Service, to The Kingsman: The Golden Circle. Some of these I think would stay the same for both personalities since I think there are things that don't change in a person regardless of how much else has changed. And some are different based on the trauma TGC!Charlie would have gone through.  

And disclaimers: These are my head cannons, possibly based on NSFW smut by other writers, and other stuff based on my mind being completely absorbed in how fucking ridiculously delicious he is.

Disclaimer the second: Charlie Hesketh does not belong to me, I just wish he did. (Most of the time.)

NSFW under the cut.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Both: After he's blown your mind from the sex, Charlie is gentle while he uses a soft towel to clean you up between your legs. Though he's likely to be a bit promiscuous with his hands down there, causing you to jump as his fingers brush over your swollen clit while he cleans you.  What can he say, he enjoys knowing that he has that effect on you even when you're spent. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and/or their partner’s) Both: His favourite body part of his partner is their neck. He loves to nuzzle, suck, kiss, and bite. Marking you with hickies and bite marks if you don't pay attention to where his mouth is. After sex when he falls asleep, 9 times out of 10 he's nuzzled into your neck to sleep. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) TSS!Charlie: His favourite way to cum is from a blow job. That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy cumming from intercourse, but he gets a certain thrill when you ignore his warnings that he’s going to cum and swallow his load before kissing him so he can taste himself on your mouth.

TGC!Charlie: He can't get enough of cumming inside you, your walls clenching around him and pulling him in deep. Your thighs gripping his hips, limbs intertwined, his hand switching between gripping the back of your head and your hip, your hands holding him as close to you as you can.   After the incident on V-Day, and the subsequent surgery and hospitalization, he's very quiet and closed off. He needs physical human contact more than he ever did before, and within the primal act of sex he's open and raw in a way he can't be outside of the bedroom.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) TSS!Charlie: Before being recruited by Arthur to be his choice of replacement for Lancelot, TSS!Charlie was getting hot and heavy with a partner while out at a club. The combination of having his hair pulled and his partner dry humping his thigh in a booth caused him to cum in his pants. After making an excuse and leaving, he never called them, nor did he enter that particular club again, embarrassed that he could lose control so easily. He does occasionally enjoy reliving the moment in his head when he needs to get off quickly.

TGC!Charlie: He has a habit of taking an item of clothing from his lover after he leaves. It's more often than not a pair of panties. Occasionally he'll let you have them back, only to steal them again after you’ve worn them.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) TSS!Charlie: He's experienced enough to get both him and his partner off, but he has a habit of making it seem like he has more experience than he does, which is why the club thing happened.

TGC!Charlie: With not a lot of time between both movies, and Charlie going through the surgery and recovery, he doesn't have much more experience than TSS!Charlie, however he's quieter, and pays more attention to his partner, enjoying finding what makes them moan, and come apart under his hands.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.) TSS!Charlie: He enjoys the freedom of doing his partner from behind. Any position that involves him behind his lover is good in his books. Though there's something to be said about watching you screaming into whichever surface he's pushed your head onto while he pulls your hips and ass up so he can pound into you. There's something about the sound of your moans and the skin against skin that makes him go out of his mind.

TGC!Charlie: Lotus position. He needs to be face to face, with your body surrounding his. He enjoys giving you the freedom to ride him into your first orgasm, but before you can come down from that high, he's sitting up and cradling you within his legs, thrusting up into you as you come undone again, pulling him over the crest with you. Second favourite: Spooning. Lazy Sunday morning sex where he doesn't have to do more than pull your leg up and drape it over his while he slowly fills you. There's no rush to the finish line, his hands caressing every inch of you, coaxing you both to orgasm. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) TSS!Charlie: He's too sarcastic to be goofy. He's more likely to be offended if you burst out laughing during sex than he is to continue what he's doing until you're shaking with laughter.

TGC!Charlie: He enjoys making you smile, and occasionally will find any way in which he can make you smile, even if you're laughing while he's doing it. He knows he's making you laugh, not that you're laughing at him.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) TSS!Charlie: Well maintained, trimmed but not shaved.

TGC!Charlie: Natural, no trimming or shaping. He has other things to worry about.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)   TSS!Charlie: He likes it rougher, there's very little room for romantic intimacy in the way he enjoys sex. He's more likely to bite, than he is to kiss.  

TGC!Charlie: He's not going to start spouting sonnets, but given his favourite position, you know he is definitely more intimate. Holding you close and exploring your body with his hands and mouth.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) Both: He's not one to masturbate often, though he will when he's away from you for a long period of time. He also enjoys being watched while he does it, which has him masturbating in the open when there's a higher chance you could walk in on him. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Hair pulling kink: regardless of the length of his hair, he enjoys it when you pull on it. When it's longer it's easier to hold on and pull longer, when it's short it's like little zaps of pleasure when you're able to get a good enough grip to tug.

Praise Kink: whether it's hearing you moan, or hearing you tell him he's "hitting just the right spot, yes, just like that, don't stop!" he can't get enough. You've even seen his cheeks turn red and felt his cock jump when you called him a "good boy".

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) TSS!Charlie: He tends to have a preference for places where you have a chance of getting caught, especially if it's going to be a quickie. The chance of being discovered gives him a thrill, and gets him harder, faster.

TGC!Charlie: He definitely prefers to be somewhere he can take his time, somewhere soft and comfortable. Preferably with a door he can lock so you don't get disturbed. He's not a fan of sharing, even if it's just someone else getting a peek.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) TSS!Charlie: Almost anything will get him going, though he's more likely to get started if you're a bit rough, tugging his tie, grabbing his ass. He doesn't always let you get the first touch in though. Sometimes all it takes to get him rearing to go is to let him grab you first. Getting close enough and raising your eyebrow as if in challenge.

TGC!Charlie: Knowing you want him, either by giving him a look and crooking your finger at him, or the soft moans you make when he kisses you. He loves your smile and can feel himself becoming wrapped around your finger when you smile at him and bite your lower lip.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)He will not share, don’t even bother bringing it up. And don't try flirting to make him jealous, all it's going to do is push him away. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) TSS!Charlie: Honestly he's into receiving it more than giving it. But it's not that he doesn't like giving it, because he does, and he can do wonderful things with his mouth, it's that he likes watching you as you do it. And when he does get down there, he's more likely to use his fingers inside you.

TGC!Charlie: Oral from his is going to be slow, deliberate, and intense. He enjoys listening to the different sounds he can coax from your lips as his fingers cover every inch he can reach. He uses his tongue, lips and teeth to taste, nip and suck at your entrance, and up your thighs. When he hears you almost purr as his beard brushes a spot that he just bit, he smiles as he rubs it over that spot again and again.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) TSS!Charlie: He's a fast and rough lover, enjoying hearing you moan. He doesn't like to give you time between orgasms, he enjoys the feeling of your walls clenching down on him as he goes from fingering you to orgasm to thrusting deep inside. The different sounds pouring from his lips making him almost feral.

TGC!Charlie: He's definitely slower, but his pace isn't just his choice, he's very observant to what makes you tick. He can draw it out for hours, long, slow love making sessions that last into the early hours of the morning. But on the other hand, if he knows you need him, you need to cum, and you need to do it fast, he's more than happy to oblige.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) TSS!Charlie: He is the king of the quickie. Pulling you into darkened closets and stairwells, removing just enough clothing to free himself. Hiking your leg up over his hip and wrapping it around him if you're in a skirt, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushes in in one thrust, using a wall to help hold you up.  If he finds himself in need of a quickie and you're wearing pants, he'll turn you around, your back to his front, and pull your pants down just enough to slide into you, his hand going around to rub circles around your clit in time to his thrusts.

TGC!Charlie: Less likely to instigate a quickie, since he does prefer to take his time. However, he isn't one to turn you away if you come to him and whisper in his ear that you need him, before taking his hand and leading him somewhere he can at least lock the door.  

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) TSS!Charlie: On top of enjoying taking risks for the thrill of possibly getting caught, he's definitely up to trying new things. Though usually only if they seem to be in his favour.  

TGC!Charlie: Hesitant to try new things, but that doesn't mean he never does. He would rather discuss new things before getting hot and heavy, since he's not a big fan of physical surprises.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)  TSS!Charlie: Honestly, he boasts more than he can last. Not to say he's a one and done kind of guy, he's just more likely to fall asleep sooner than he claims he will.

TGC!Charlie: He can go down on you until you've come apart too many times to count, he really enjoys making you feel good, and taking care of you when you're too weak from pleasure to move.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) TSS!Charlie: He's not interested in toys, he wants to show you what he can do and that you don't need them. At least not while he's there with you.

TGC!Charlie: Occasionally will pull out the blindfold, either for himself or you, and an assortment of sensory items; feathers, silk or satin undergarments, ice cubes, body paints/food items that can be used as body paints.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) TSS!Charlie: He is a horrible tease. He's not fond of taking your teasing even though he's likely to try and distract you while you're doing something important, or when you're still at work. He likes to think of it as a game, how far does he have to go before you give in?

TGC!Charlie: Less teasing before sex, though he does like to drag out the time between starting to touch you, and when he touches you in the place you want him most. He's more than willing to have you do the same to him and enjoys watching the impish look on your face as you drive him wild.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) TSS!Charlie: What a filthy mouth, the sounds he makes, the words he says, he gets off on how red he can make your face when he talks dirty. Whispering filthy things into your ear when you're trying to be quiet as he fucks you in a closet.

TGC!Charlie: Not so much dirty talk, but he's not quiet as he touches you. Moaning into your kiss, a low growl as you palm his erection, humming against you as his mouth brings you to orgasm.

W = Wild Card (random sex headcannon) TSS!Charlie: Voyeur. He likes to watch. As much as he likes to have you watch him masturbate, he loves watching you play with him. Watching his cock disappear in to your mouth, watching you as you rub your legs together for any amount of friction while you blow his mind between his legs. 

TGC!Charlie: Sensory play while blindfolded. It takes a while to get him to agree to the blindfold, even though he has a habit of closing his eyes when you're playing with him. Enjoys feeling you touch him with the blind fold on, and also enjoys watching your body react to him doing the same to you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Uncut, when flaccid his balls and cock hang about the same length, when erect it's not too thick, but it is longer than average. When he's fully erect and the foreskin is pulled back, it makes a nice ridge that in the right position can rub your g-spot. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) TSS!Charlie: His sex drive is pretty high, enjoying finding excuses to pull you aside so he can get his hands in your pants, or vice versa.  

TGC!Charlie: Not as high as it was, but he has this subconscious need to always be touching you. In public or in private, sexually or not. He will stay close, a hand on your lower back, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, letting you sit with your feet up on his lap while you read, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he talks lowly to you when you're in public, whether it's to explain something, or just to keep the conversation private.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) TSS!Charlie: If you've found a bed to have sex in, and there's nothing to do after but sleep, he's asleep almost the second his head hits the pillow once he's cleaned you up.

TGC!Charlie: Once he's gotten you cleaned up, he will pull you close and watch you sleep as his fingers trail up and down your body, drawing random shapes and lazily mapping out every inch of your skin.

@reformedkingsmanagent I should stop teasing and actually give this to you ;)

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John Wick fluff

John Wick x Reader

Word count: 445

In your entire life, you’d never met anyone as intimately physically hands on, without it being sexual, as John. You chalked it up to the amount of time he spent time away, and the closed off way he composed himself while on a job. Though if you were honest, it didn’t matter why he did it, you enjoyed it just as much as he did.  

Spending afternoons reading on the couch with your feet on his lap, the fingers of his free hand absently drawing shapes along your legs. Evenings watching movies were spent curled up against his chest, with your head tucked under his chin, listening to the beat of his heart. Choosing to sit beside you, rather than across, in a restaurant, your legs touching while you shared each other's meals.

Whenever you were together he had to be touching you. It was like a subconscious need that he would seek you without even being aware that’s what he was doing. At night he would pull you against him as he came to bed, curling around you protectively and pressing soft kisses to your temple whispering ‘I love you’. Tucking his face against your neck, his grip on you loosening slightly as he fell asleep.

Last night wasn’t any different than usual, crawling into bed shortly after you he reached for you and pulled you flush against him. His lips found your temple, pressing a kiss there before moving down and nuzzling your neck and sighing contentedly.  

It's 5:32am when you wake, blinking open your eyes to the soft pink-grey light of dawn.  Glancing at the alarm clock beside you, you sigh softly before you slide from John’s arms and walk as quiet as possible to the bathroom.  

Tip toeing back to bed once you’re done, you smile as you see John has rolled onto his stomach towards your side of the bed. His eyes still closed and arm outstretched as if he's searching for you. As you tuck yourself back under the covers, John reaches towards you and pulls you close, rolling on his back and draping you over him.

“John!” you gasp with a smile. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

When he doesn’t reply you look up at his face and see his eyes are still closed. Resting your head on his chest you realize he’s still breathing deep and even, he didn’t even wake up.  

Releasing a small huff of laughter, you shake your head gently against John's chest. Closing your eyes with a smile, you nuzzle closer, curling your arm around him and draping your leg over his and let his even breathing lull you back to sleep

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100 NSFW Prompts

Some stuff came from my own smuts, you guys are probably going to recognize them.

“You’re such a dirty girl, of course this excites you.”

“Please fuck me.”

“You gotta beg for this cock.”

“Scream for me, princess.”

“Get on your knees.”

“Use that sexy toungue of yours.”

“If you touch me I’m going to cum all over your sexy face.”

“Have you been naughty tonight?”

“I want to shove myself so far up inside your pussy.”

“Fuck me damn it!”

“Earn it!”

“You like that? You want more?”

“I want to be your slut.”

“Cum inside me.”

“Mmm, yeah baby, just like that.”

“Open up.”

“You little sex bomb.”

“You’re just creaming yourself.”

“Please, let me cum.”

“You can cum when I say so.”

“Suck harder, you slut.”

“I’m going to fuck you for five minutes, if you cum during that time, five more minutes will be added.”

“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”

“Choke me.”

“I want you to fuck me hard and deep.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh fuck, yeah baby, cum on my cock.”

“Your tight little pussy is mine.”

“Strip.”

“Get undressed.”

“I like to watch.”

“Give me a show, babygirl.”

“Why are you still dressed?!”

“Good girls ask for cum.”

“Cum before they come back.”

“Don’t scream.”

“You like it when we both fuck you at the same time, isn’t that right, babygirl?”

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you babe?”

“Mmm you’re a good little cocksucker.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

“Cum for me right now.”

“How’s your little pussy?”

“I want you inside me.”

“I’m so close to cumming from eating your hot little cunt.”

“Cum with me.”

“Just fucking suck me!”

“I want you to fuck me again.”

“Mmm I love your cock!”

“Bite my clit.”

“Choke me harder.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“Let’s fuck.”

“We could make love or we could just fuck.”

“You wanna fuck me?”

“I want you to fuck me hard until I lose all my senses.”

“You’re so hot when you take charge.”

“Tie me up.”

“Spank me.”

“I want to fuck you hard. I want to penetrate your tight little pussy deep and fuck you again and again while you beg for more!!”

“Mmm yeah, eat my pussy just like that.”

“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

“Fuck, I love your pussy.”

“I can’t wait to cum inside you.”

“I want to lick chocolate syrup off of you.”

“Please, let me touch you.”

“Let’s make a list of each other's kinks.”

“Taste yourself.”

“I need to ride you.”

“Please, fuck my ass.”

“I want to eat your pussy all night long.”

“You bad little slut, no cum for you tonight.”

“You better fucking swallow!”

“You look beautiful with my cum on your face.”

“Fuck yeah, baby, choke on my cock.”

“You want me to record you?”

“Let’s make our own movie tonight.”

“I found your dildo, you want to use it in front of me?”

“You’re so big!”

“Fuck me harder.”

“I want to watch you fuck yourself.”

“Have you always been this kinky?”

“Sex with you is so amazing.”

“You like the way I flick my tongue?”

“Can we fight so we can have angry make up sex later?”

“I bet the neighbors know my name.”

“Scream as loud as you want tonight.”

“Faster.”

“Play with my breasts.”

“Don’t make me angry.”

“I want to hear you beg.”

“You can ride my face until you drip in cum.”

“Blindfold me.”

“How long have you been standing there watching me masturbate?”

“I want to french kiss the lips between your legs.”

“You’re so wet and we haven’t even started yet.”

“I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me.”

“Let’s make love tonight.”

“That feels so good.”

“I want you to pull my hair and fuck me as hard as you can, be aggressive, alright?”

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This is What You Do to Me

(gif from @yokaishinari)

At the end of the world, restless nights have all sorts of unexpected outcomes.

Merle Dixon x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Language, explicit sex, rough sex, oral, fingering, unprotected sex.

Word count: 2380

It was late, and you were restless. Gods only knew why, nightmare, fear, stress? It could have been any of them. It wouldn't normally bother Merle, but he'd been out all day doing the heavy lifting for the Gov, and he hadn't had a chance to shower before he crawled into bed.  

But even as exhausted as he was, he couldn't sleep and he was getting grumpier and grumpier every time you tossed or turned in your sleep. Rolling towards him, your knee came up dangerously close to a very sensitive area and he growled as he grabbed your leg. Pulling your thigh across his own, he pulled you towards him hoping that if he held you, you'd stop the night time acrobatics in bed.  

What he did not anticipate was that you would start to fight against him in your sleep. You started mumbling protests, but he couldn't understand a thing you were saying. Pushing at his chest with both hands, the leg he had draped across his, ended up rubbing against his now fully aware cock.

"Shhhh, Y/N, you're Ok, I got ya," he rasped, trying to calm you.  

Problem was, the harder he tried to hold you still, the harder you fought him. Limbs tangling together, hands pushing and pulling, the soft grunts you were making, all of it was going straight to his groin.

Somehow you got your hand free and sent it flying, the sharp sound of a smack ringing in the room. He was stunned for a split second before grabbing both of your hands with his, pushing them against the bed above your head, and flips you onto your back before straddling your legs.  

"Y/N!" he growled as loud as he dared. "It's me! Stop, you're Ok!"

Your sleep clouded brain somehow registered his words a second before your eyes snapped open and all movement of your body stops. Looking up at Merle, he's breathing hard, and you can see the faint outline of a handprint on his face. With a gasp you met his eyes, stormy steel grey almost shining in the darkness.  

"Merle?" you ask softly, voice low.  

You watch his face as you feel in the position you're in. You can feel his hand holding your wrists above your head, his strong thighs straddling yours. You feel warmth flood your core as you realize he's hard against your thighs.

"What happened?" you ask, as your breathing sped up.  

He doesn't answer, just stares down at you watching your face as if he's waiting for something.  

"Merle-"  

You're cut off by his lips descending to yours, kissing you hard. His teeth nipping your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth, allowing his tongue to tangle with yours. He growls in his throat as you kiss him back, arching your back towards him, pressing your chest against his. The sounds he's making were sending darts of pleasure through you, your skin breaking out in goose bumps as you fight for dominance in the kiss.

His lips leave yours and he kisses his way along your jaw, all teeth and lips sucking and nibbling until he reaches that spot right behind your ear and he bites hard before sucking the tender skin into his mouth, licking with his tongue to sooth the hurt.  

His hips are pressing against yours, and you can feel him getting harder as he grinds his hips against you. He lets go of your wrists and moves his hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and tugging firmly, pulling your head back and allowing better access to your neck.  

"Ahh, Merle! Fuck!" you gasp, bucking your hips, the feeling of his hands tugging on your hair sent fire to your core.  

"I was tryin' ta sleep, girl," he all but growls in your ear. "But you kept tossin' an' I couldn't."  

He pulls away and stares down at you, faces flushed, both of you breathing hard.  

"Ya almost unmanned me with that knee a' yours, but you still kept fighting," he explained as his hand roughly caressed your hip, moving upwards and pulling your sleep shirt up with it.

"I tried to wake ya, but you fought me," he continued.  

His hand roughly cups your breast, fingers finding your nipple and pinching hard, tugging at it as it pebbles up at his touch. Your eyes slam shut as a moan escaped your lips.

Letting go of your breast he moves his hand to your mouth and pushes two fingers in. Sucking them in further your tongue slides around them before he pulls them away again. Fingers wet he moves them to your other breast, pinching the nipple roughly before leaning down and taking it into his mouth. Your eyes roll back as he bites down, the feel of his teeth against your hard nipple, and his tongue flicking the tip, a special kind of agony. Your hands reach up and run through his short hair, holding his head in place.

He pulls away, his lips making a lewd "pop" sound as he lets go of your nipple.  

"You struggled as I tried to calm you," he said licking his lips, his hand caressing your side.  

"And I woulda' let it go, but then you slapped me," he rasped, eyes meeting yours.

Moving his hand against his crotch, he rubbed the now obvious bulge straining against his briefs.  

"Ya know what that does to me," he continues, moving from straddling your thighs to settling between them.  

He spreads your legs and rubs his hand against your clothed sex, causing you to whimper. His fingers push your underwear aside and he grins when he feels how wet you are. Pushing slightly, his fingers enter you with little resistance, causing you to moan low and deep in your throat.  

"Merle-"

He leans forward and moves his stump arm under your knee, pulling it up and spreading you wider.  

"So wet," he moans, "so warm."

Pulling his fingers from your core he brings them to his mouth and groans as he sucks your juices from them. Opening his eyes, he stares down at you, his pupils blown wide, lips twisting in a smug grin. His hand moves towards the waistband of your panties, tugging at them. Taking the hint, you hook your thumbs into them and lift your hips as you slide them off your ass. He grabs them and pulls them further down. He's not letting go of your left leg so you pull your right knee in and slide your leg free, letting it trace down his side.  

He leans forward and pushes his face into the crotch of the underwear still wrapped around your leg, caught between your knee and his arm, and breathes in deeply.  

"Fuck girl, you smell as good as you taste."  

He grabs your other knee and pulls both legs up over his shoulders, knocking you back, and pulling your pussy up close to his face.

"I think I need another taste," he says against your lips, and you can almost feel the vibrations of his voice against you.  

All thought flies from your mind as his tongue slides against your folds, his hand gripping your thigh tight. He's moaning and you feel pleasure wash over you, your back arching. His name falls from your lips in a prayer as your hands grip the blankets beneath you. You feel his scruff rubbing against your thigh as his tongue is probing your entrance, licking up your slit. His teeth scrape the hood of your clit, nibbling your flesh. The sounds you're hearing are obscene, slurping and moaning. Your body feels like a tight ball of pleasure, winding tighter and tighter, your head thrashing back and forth as your hips jerk towards his mouth, wanting, no needing, more contact, more pressure.

He grins and continues his onslaught of pleasure, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing tight, holding you close as his lips close around your clit and he sucks.  

"Merle!"  

Your scream of his name turns into a long moan as he sucks your clit harder and moves his hand from your ass, to slide two fingers into you. You feel yourself clench around his fingers as he curls them up and rubs, licking at your clit. He withdraws and you whimper, before you feel your opening being stretched wider as he pushes three fingers in. Pumping rough and hard with his hand, his lips surrounded your clit once again and he pulls it into his mouth, nibbling the hood with his teeth and sucking hard.  

That's all it takes, that final curl of his fingers, the mixed sound of sucking and moans, and you scream as you're pushed over the edge. You feel him sucking and probing with his fingers as you ride out your orgasm, body shaking around him.  

He pulls his fingers out and looks up at you as he sucks them clean before moving to pull his cock free of his underwear. Pushing his briefs a short way down his thighs, he pumps himself and rolls his hand over the throbbing purple head, spreading the leaking precum. Pumping once he grips the base, and before you've fully come down from your orgasm, he slides into you, bottoming out without warning.

"Fuck-"  

The curse is a cross between a growl and a moan as he breathes out, his eyes rolling back as he fights the urge to cum the second he's entered you.  

Biting your lip, you wimper as he stays still, unmoving. You need him to move, need to feel his balls slap your ass as he pounds into you, to feel his hips snapping against yours, pubic bone rubbing against your clit. Your legs fall from his shoulders and you wrap them around his hips, heels digging in, trying to get him to move.  

"Merle, please-" you beg breathlessly.  

Moving your hands to his shoulders, you pull him closer, lips reaching to kiss him anywhere you can. Your lips meet his shoulder and you lick at the skin there before biting down. He moans, the feeling of your teeth on his skin making his cock jump.  

"Oh girl, you're in for it now," he groans.  

Bending forward to grab your legs, he moves them back up over his shoulders. With a breathless grin he pulls his hips back before snapping them back quickly. Setting a fast pace, he fucks you hard, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Moving his hand forward he palms your breast and pulls at your nipple, causing you to cry out, your pussy clenching down around him.  

He groans deep in his throat as he feels his orgasm approaching, too quickly for his liking. He wants you cumming around his cock, milking it as he empties inside you. He pulls out, causing you to moan at the sudden change, before it turns into a shriek as he drops your legs from his shoulders.  

"Roll over," he grunts, smacking your tits.  

Breathing hard you look up at him, and moan as he tugs at one of your nipples before moving his hand to your hip, pushing you, trying to get you to move faster.  

Rolling over as quick as your pleasure clouded mind will let you, you try to rise up on your knees only to have him pull you up with a growl, your face falling towards the mattress. Lining his cock at your entrance he thrusts in hard, causing both of you to cry out.  

"Fuck, fuck, oh god, fuck-" you cry out in time with his thrusts.  

"God ain't here girl, just ol' Merle," he says with a grin.  

Bending forward, he moves his hand to your face and sticks his fingers in your mouth again, grunting as you bite at his fingers.  

"'at's my girl," he praises, "but you're gonna pay for that."

"Promise?" you ask, before sucking his fingers harder.

He pulls them from your mouth with a chuckle, not once stopping his thrusts, and moves his hand to your folds, fingers finding your clit, hard and wanting. You feel as if you're being swallowed by pleasure as he pinches and pulls your clit, fucking you harder still.  

"Girl, I don't wanna cum before you, but I'm about ta," he moans, feeling his orgasm tightening in his balls.  

"So why don't you be a good girl and cum on ol' Merle's cock?"

With another deep thrust and a final tug on your clit, his words send you over the edge, screaming out your orgasm.  

"Fuck Girl!" he yells, as your walls tighten around him.  

He grips your hip again, the sound of your pleasure ringing in his ears. He thrusts once, twice, three more times, before following you, your cunt milking his cock. He drapes himself over your back, thrusts erratic and slowing as your knees give out and you fall to the mattress, pulling him down on top of you. Before he's fully crushing you beneath him, he grabs your hip and rolls onto his side pulling you with him, his softening cock slipping out of you causing you both to moan at the loss. He rubs your leg, up over your hip and up to your breast before giving it a squeeze. His lips find your shoulder, leaving lazy, open mouthed kisses across to your neck.

Your breathing slows, and he reaches around for a blanket to cover you with, pulling it up over both of you. Turning in his arms towards him you claim his lips with yours, wrapping your arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you.  

"Feel better?" you ask with a raised eyebrow and a grin, your fingers slowly caressing his back.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, letting out a huff of a laugh. With a grin he grabs your ass tight before giving it a sharp smack, causing you to gasp.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he answers, closing his eyes again and pulling you tight against him.  

Grinning, you lean forward and kiss his lips, before resting your head on his arm and kissing his chest. His breathing evens out and you fall asleep easily, your earlier stresses forgotten.

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Prompt: 26

Word count: 1,002

Fandom: John Wick

Pairing: Aurelio/reader

Warnings: language

You were in trouble. BIG trouble. And the longer you stalled trying to figure out how you were going to break the news to him, the more pissed off he was going to be.  

Fuck.  

Best to just bite the bullet and take the car to him. It still ran, you could drive it there. Not having to call Aurelio to pick you and the car up with the flatbed would be the best idea right now.

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Prompt 29

Word count: 442

Bruce Banner X reader

You’d been going over the books and papers in front of you for who knows how long. You’d felt tired a while back but you kept at it. When you were jarred awake by almost falling off your chair, you shook off the sudden anxiety of being woken up that way and looked at your watch. Dear gods, was it already almost 2am?  

With a yawn you rub your arms and look towards your research partner across the room.

“Dr. Banner,” you call, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“humm?” is the only response.  

He doesn’t even look up, still so engrossed in the book in front of him.

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Imagine your dog running off while on a run and Sonny stops him and waits for its owner to find him.

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“Sunny!” You ran in the direction your dog had run off after you’d tripped and dropped his leash while on a run through Central Park.

“SUNNY!” You yelled again, trying to pick up your pace.

‘Where in the world did that dog disappear to?’ You wondered starting to get a little worried.

Slowing slightly as you turned a corner, you almost sagged in relief as you saw your wayward boxer sitting with a cute blond that seemed to be looking around for the dogs owner.

“Sunny! Thank god,” you said as you came closer.

Your dog surged towards you as the cute blond turned quickly in your direction, confusion written all over his face.

“Do I know you, Miss?” he asked when you finally stopped in front of him and your dog, reaching out for the leash held in his hands.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met actually,” you smile up at him.  

‘Damn he’s tall,’ you think before squatting down in front of your dog.

“Sunny, you are a bad, bad dog! You scared me half to death,” you said to her while rubbing her face with both hands.  

The blond laughed a little and shook his head, he had a bit of red in his cheeks, was he blushing?

“Sorry about that, I tripped on the path and she took off. Some guard dog,” you said with a grin and a slight tilt of your head towards Sunny.

“No problem,” he said smiling back at you. He reached out his hand for yours, “Dominick Carisi Jr., but uh, everyone calls me Sonny.”

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Imagine calling/texting barba in the middle of the night because of a nightmare due to a case that had been particularly terrifying for you.

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You wake up gasping for breath, a scream lodged in your throat. Breathing hard you take in the dark, but familiar sight of your bedroom. Cat sleeping soundly on the pillow next to you, the face of your alarm clock shining brightly, giving the room a slightly redish tinge. Focusing on the alarm you see it’s 1:32.

You grab your phone from the night stand beside you, intending to call Rafael. After unlocking it however, you stare at the screen, having an internal struggle. Hearing his voice would help calm your racing heart, but on the other hand you know he’s been super busy with this case and any sleep he can get is needed.

For a second your need to hear his voice out weighs the knowledge that you should let him sleep and you hit the call button. It rings twice before you quickly press end call. You should let him sleep. Hoping his phone didn’t wake him, you slip out from under the covers and grab your robe from the foot of the bed. Maybe a cup of tea will help.

Before you can take a step towards your kitchenette, your phone rings, blaring “Whenever, Wherever.”

“Hello?” you answer with a smile on your lips, sitting back on your bed.

“Corazon, is everything ok?” Rafael asks, voice heavy with sleep and concern.

“I- I had a nightmare,” you said simply, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain much past that.

“Do you want me to come over?” he asks, sounding a little more awake, you can hear rustling on the other end of the phone.

“It’s ok, I think I just needed to hear your voice,” you reply, moving on your bed so that you’re laying on the pillows again, covering yourself up to your chin with the blankets.

“I’m here for you, for whenever you need me. You know that right?” more rustling, a click, maybe the light on his night stand turning on, and a soft metallic jingle.

Smiling you nod, though you know he can’t see you.

“I know, thanks for calling me back,” you say as you try to stifle a yawn. Hearing his voice really did help stop your racing heart, and all the fear you felt minutes before has dissipated, leaving your body feeling weightless and sleepy.

“Of course, anytime. Anything for you, Corazon,” you could hear the smile in his voice, and know he means it.

You’re not sure anymore why you hesitated to call him in the first place, he makes you feel safe, warm. You know you should let him go and get to sleep, but you want to be selfish for just a few moments longer, keep him on the phone just to know you’re not alone as you fall asleep.

“I should let you get back to sleep Rafael, it’s late and you probably have to be up really early,” you finally say, eyes half shut, body relaxing into sleep.

“Good night,” you finish with another yawn.

“Que tengas dulces sueños, Corazon,” the last thing you hear before the soft click of your phone ending the call.

You’re woken slightly minutes or hours later, you’re not sure which, as you feel your mattress dip behind you, someone climbing onto the bed. Surprisingly this doesn’t scare you as much as it probably should, because you’re pretty sure you know exactly who it is. Smiling sleepily, you turn towards the warm body and snuggle into his embrace.

“Rafi, you didn’t have to come over,” you say against his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his. You didn’t know how much you needed him here until he was here. And now you couldn’t imagine trying to sleep without him.

“I know,” he replies simply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His fingers softly moving across your arm, drawing small shapes, before pulling you closer.

“I needed to make sure you were ok.”