Mark Strong | Kingsman: The Golden Circle | China Premiere | 2017 | Source: Weibo

Mark Strong | Kingsman: The Golden Circle | China Premiere | 2017 | Source: Weibo

Could I maybe request a fic where eggsy and roxy and Merlin think Harry’s real lonely and sad bc he has no one to go home to so they end up spying on him at home and turns out he has a wife and he’s super domestic! And romantic and happy with her but They pretend not to know even tho they kinda mad they didn’t know her but then harry has to tell them because she is being held hostage in attempt to get to harry through her. Anyway that maybe wayyyy to specific but see what u can do maybe? Thx!

Aww, this request is so cute! I definitely prefer a request with more specifics than less. I’ll definitely do this one for you!

Merlin x Reader x Harry \ You’ve got me under your spell

Prompt: Halloween - “It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.”

Pairings: Merlin x Reader x Harry

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,281

A/N: This might be a two parter guys~! Let me know if you want more. Gifs belong to the owners, in this case… zhivchik and bonespockjim. I do not own these gifs, they are used with the utmost respect.

(Y/F/D) – Your Favorite Dress, (Y/F/M) – Your Favorite Mask

It was Halloween and you were excited. You loved Autumn, loved dressing up for the occasion, and you were sure the men at Kingsman HQ would be in the spirit as well. Every year, The Kingsman would host a Halloween Ball to raise funds for cancer research, supporting an amazing cause. This was going to be a fantastic night!

The theme was masquerade and you had planned to wear (Y/F/D) to the event. When you had tried it on yesterday; you looked absolutely stunning. You wondered what the men would dress up as? Picturing Merlin and Harry all dressed up, a part from their normal dress suits, made you blush. This wasn’t the time to day dream, you glanced up at the clock and bit your lip while smiling. It was time to start getting ready.

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Sex Making Love With Harry Hart Would Include...

Requested by Anonymous. ( gif credit. )

Obviously, this is very NSFW. Do not read if you are underage.

As previously stated, Harry refuses to refer to love making as sex. He finds the term much too vulgar and impersonal. 

What surprised you the most was how nervous he was the first time you saw each other naked. He had long ago surpassed the age of a ripped physique and a six pack - you could see his uncertainty on his face.

“I’m not perfect either, Harry.” 

He fell in love with you all over again at that.

You never look at him the same after the first time he goes down on you. He’s always seemed so professional and put together at work, but you’ll never forget the obscene moans and curses he utters against your folds while he brings you to another orgasm.

Damn, is that man amazing at eating you out. 

You practically have to beg Harry to let you give him head. It’s no surprise that he’s much more of a giver than a receiver, but he changed his tune the second he felt you kitten licking the tip of his cock.

He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands at first, scrubbing his face with an open palm and feebly cupping your jaw. But by the time you’d worked him to the edge, he was guiding your mouth with a tight grip on your hair.

“Darling... darling, I’m about to - !”

( That was the night the two of you broke his bed frame. )

During one of your hardcore undercover missions, tempers flared when your target got a little too hands-y for Harry’s liking. When you’d snuck into the ladies room to “powder your nose”, your boyfriend invited himself in shortly after you. The jealous Kingsman fucked you hard on the bathroom sink, panting in your ear about how you were his and his alone.

Your favourite position with Harry is missionary, because it’s just as flexible as you two are. I mean... think about it.

Sometimes you’re pressed together from head to toe, the love of your life moving slowly against you as he whispers how much he loves you. 

And sometimes your legs are hoisted over his shoulders while he fucks you into the mattress. You always wake up the next day after that with dozens of little hickies across your breasts. 

You can honestly say you’ve never had to fake an orgasm. In fact - you’ve faked not having one, just so Harry wouldn’t stop. 

( Turns out... he knew the entire time. )

You may or may not have accidentally made a sex tape once. The high of a successful mission had gotten to you both, making love atop his desk at the shop. The only problem? Harry forgot to turn off the feed on his glasses. 

Merlin couldn’t look you in the eye for a month after that.

The next time you two used a camera in the bedroom? ... Well, let’s just say it was intentional. And served a great purpose for being apart from each other for too long.

After a long night of love making, you and Harry always cook breakfast together. Even with your hair sticking up in all directions and your makeup smeared from the night before, he thanks his lucky stars every day for having you in his life.

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slow burn. | one.

pairing: lord blackwood x reader words: 1.1k summary: he’s a man locked in his own solitude, and then you come along.

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I Get to Love You

Requested by @sgarrett49:  Hi may I please request an Eggsy imagine where instead of the Princess he comes home to/marries the reader? Just snippits of their life together after the events of Golden Circle ex: their honeymoon or them being domestic? Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x female Reader Warnings: Plot fix-it’s from yours truly to the best of my abilities. A few NSFW references and Eggsy level swearing. *Y/F/N = your full name. Word Count: 2,082. yikes.

The sweet melodic tune of Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You has you dashing like a madwoman across your small apartment, abandoning both your task of preparing dinner and a highly indignant pug waiting for table scraps back at your counter. 

Within seconds a handsome and familiar face is peering at you through the screen of your phone, your heart doing a familiar flip in your chest from seeing him alive and in one piece. “ ‘ello angel.” Eggsy grinned, immediately blowing you a kiss that you pretended to catch. “Hey baby! I’ve missed you.” Crawling onto your shared bed, you were nearly knocked over when JB made a running leap into your lap and stuck his little face into the screen of your phone.  “Okay, okay – we’ve missed you.” You corrected, absent-mindedly scratching behind the pug’s ears. “Does this mean you’re coming home soon?”  

Despite the hopeful tone in your voice, the way Eggsy’s face dropped told you that something serious was troubling him. Even more so than the fact that his home and most of his possessions had been destroyed by a missile, save for the few belongings he kept at your place and the pug that’d joined you both for a movie night when it happened. “Darling?”  You prompted, causing the blonde to withdraw from whatever conversation he was having with himself and focus on you once again.

“I’ve kind of got a bit of a save the world situation here.” he told you carefully, waiting for him to continue before you said anything. Eggsy’s job was saving the world, as far as you knew. As long as he came home to you in one piece that’s all you cared about. Or it was – until you heard what else he had to say.  “– I have to sleep with the target.”

The idea of another woman kissing your man made your brows knit together, mouth opening and closing from trying to form a coherent sentence. How the hell were you supposed to be okay with this? You’ve done your best to be a supportive girlfriend, accepting the little bits of information he was allowed to offer you because you loved him. But you couldn’t stomach the thought of someone else touching Eggsy – let alone having him make love to her the way he did you. “… You have to?” Was all you could manage, averting your eyes from your phone and staring at a spot on the quilt.

“Y/N…” When you refused to meet his gaze, Eggsy let out an even deeper sigh. “Angel, you know I love you – more than anything in the entire world. You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” This had you turning back to him, the sincerity from his voice and expression causing you to tear up further. “Is that a proposal?” Now it was Eggsy’s turn to stutter and flush like a fish out of water. That serves him right for putting you in this situation. He was only calling you to warn you about what would happen, putting your relationship over the safety of billions of people only ever happened on television. “Not exactly?” He glanced at his watch and grimaced before facing you squarely in his chair. “Love, I’m so sorry, but I’ve gotta go.” You bobbed your head in understanding, the defeated look on your face made his mind up for him.

“Tell me you love me?” He breathed, so softly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. “I love you baby.” you told him truthfully, making him smile for the first time in what felt like forever. “I love you too, Y/N. Trust me, I’ll make this up to you when I get home.” Blowing you and JB one more kiss, Eggsy killed the feed and left you staring at your phone with your heart in your throat. What were you supposed to do now?

The next time you saw Eggsy you expected there to be an awkward wedge of silence between you. Instead he swept you into his arms and kissed you deeply, sweeping his tongue across your bottom lip as he moaned into your mouth. The feeling of something hard insistently pressing against your belly made you wiggle out of his embrace, doing your best to smooth out your hair while you took in his appearance. Aside from the obvious exhausted bags under his eyes he was no worse for wear, JB dancing excited circles around his legs.

“Is this how you meant to make it up to me?” You grumbled, making a vague gesture towards his crotch. “Because I’m really not in the mood for -” “I didn’t sleep with her.” Eggsy cut you off before you could finish your thought, reaching towards you slowly to cup the side of your face in his hand. “I thought there was no other way, but God I’d do anything for you.”  His thumb instinctively brushes away the tears you didn’t know you were shedding, his free hand fishing for something in his pocket. Before you could ask what on earth he was doing, Eggsy was unbuttoning his blazer and dropping to one knee in front of you.

“Now this – this is a proposal. Just so we’re clear.” he grinned, leaving you to gape as he opened the black velvet box to reveal the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring you’d ever seen. Eat your heart out, Kim Kardashian West!  “Call me a fool for not realizing it earlier, but when I told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you – I meant it. I never thought I would be blessed with a woman who’d become both my best friend and the love of my life.” Both of you are openly weeping when Eggsy reaches for your left hand. “Y/F/N, would you please make me the happiest bloke alive and marry me?”

Words are beyond you at this point, Eggsy taking your happy squeaking noise as a yes and sliding the engagement ring onto your finger. He surged up from his knee to kiss his fiancée, starting his kisses out slow and sensual and ending with the two of you fucking on every horizontal surface in your flat.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you panted into his shoulder four hours later. The equally nude man beneath you gave you a doped out grin, kissing your mouth and your ring finger before tucking you in beside him on the bed.  “I can’t wait to be your husband, either.” You and Eggsy share sweet kisses and each other’s embrace until you fall asleep, waking up way past noon the next day to call your friends and family and tell them the news.

Exactly one year later you stumble through the door of your honeymoon suite, already half undressed from the romp in the private jet with your husband. The two of you had been all over each other ever since your carriage ride away from the wedding chapel, a long day of so much happiness and nerves working you both into a frenzy.

You’d cried when you slipped into your wedding dress, staring at yourself in a full length mirror with your Mom and Michelle hovering around you. Little Daisy was pressed to your skirts eagerly, the tiny flower crown on her head matching yours. “Bootiful big sister!” She told you, grinning her little toothy grin up at you.

You’d cried when you saw the look on your Dad’s face, his lower lip trembling when he realized his little girl was about to get married. You formed a group hug with your parents, whispering to them that no matter what – you’d always be their little girl. That only made you cry more.

And of course – you’d cried when you saw Eggsy waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Your crowd of friends and family all rose up to see you enter the chapel, collective gasps as they all marvelled at how you radiated happiness, beauty and love. You felt as if your Prince Charming was the only person in the room, dressed to the nines in his best suit with an elated smile on his face. You’re so beautiful, he’d mouthed to you. How had you gotten so lucky?

The sound of your zipper drew you out of your happy recollection of yesterday’s events, eagerly fumbling for the button of your husband’s jeans. Husband. Husband. Husband. No matter how many times you said it, you still couldn’t get used to it.

“I love you so fucking much, Missus Unwin.” He panted, letting out a muffled grunt as you slipped your hand inside his briefs. “I can’t believe I get to love you for the rest of my life.”

“ – Our life. The rest of our life,” you corrected him pointedly. Eggsy chuckled appreciatively, reluctantly withdrawing your hand and hoisting you up into his arms. “That’s right, the rest of our life. How ‘bout I take my wife to our bed?”

No need to ask you twice.

Eggsy was fairly certain he’d never been more tired in his life, barely able to amble out of the cab and fish around in his pocket for his house keys. All he wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep for a day – possibly two, at least until he opened the front door.

“Daddy’s home!”

The first thing he hears is the scramble for poor old JB and his son Eddie to round the corner and get to Eggsy first. Hot on the tail of the two chubby pugs is a vivacious four year old girl, the spitting image of her father in every way possible. Any trace of fatigue is pushed to the back of his mind the second he lays eyes on his daughter, setting down the bag of presents to pull Amelia into a hug.

“MAAAAAAMA! LEO! DADDY’S HOME!” She squealed – just in case you couldn’t hear him the first time, leaping into Eggsy’s awaiting arms and hugging him tight. “I missed you so much, Daddy!” He’s spinning her around when he hears a second voice join the excited chattering in his ear.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eggsy and Amelia both turn towards the sound of your voice, stepping out of the front hall to see your toddler running as fast as he could towards his sister and father on chubby little legs. Eight years of marriage, and the sight of you still made Eggsy weak at the knees.

Chasing after Leo with a towel in your hands, you watched your golden haired boy continue to try and out run you. It only took you a couple of grown-up steps to catch up to your son, hoisting him into your arms with a defiant squeal from the tot.

“Gotcha!” You grinned, blowing a raspberry against his tummy and carrying him the rest of the way. Eggsy already had your daughter in one arm, pulling you close with the other. Happy-go-lucky Leo stretched to kiss your husband’s chin, watching with stars in your eyes as Eggsy alternated rapid fire kisses between your two children.

“No kisses for Mommy?” You pouted, letting Leo snuggle back into your chest as Eggsy set your daughter down. You knew as soon as your bedroom door closed you’d get plenty of deep kisses, but for now you were content with the polite soft peck Eggsy gave you.

“Eeeeew!” Amelia groaned, standing on her tip toes to try and shield her little brother from the gross sight of parents kissing. You quirked an eyebrow at the pint sized blonde, narrowing your eyes at her in mock annoyance. “You think Mommy’s gross, huh? And to think I was going to order our favourite pizzas for dinner.”

You were met from three different sets of pleas from your family, Eggsy taking a squirming Leo from your arms. “I’ve got the baby, love. I’ll meet you in the kitchen?” Amelia was already running off to find the take out menu, following your daughter and her excited chant of “Pizza, Mama! Pizza!”

Later that night with both children asleep, you laid comfortably on your husband’s chest listening to his heartbeat. “Thank you for coming home to us,” you whispered. Even in his sleep, Eggsy nuzzled into your hair.

If the last 8 years were any indication of the rest of your lives together – you were in for one hell of a ride.