A Mighty Hunter. (via MycatIsfamous)

A mighty hunter. (via mycatIsfamous)

Can I request a fic where eggsy Roxy and Merlin all think that Harry’s life is really lonely and sad because he has no one to come home to so they spy on him and turns out he has a wife that he didn’t tell anyone about and he’s really happy and domestic! With her. Then his friends pretend not to know even though they are mad Harry didn’t tell them. Then a few days later he has to reveal the truth because she’s being held hostage in attempt to get to him? Thanks. This might be way too specific…

Ahhhh!!!I hope I got this right!!! Thank you for your request!

Harryx Reader \ Queue Spy Music

Pairings:Harry x Reader

Warnings:none.

A/N:Gifsbelong to the owners, in this case… h8rryh8rt.I do not own these gifs, they are used with the utmost respect.

Spyingwas always the best way to get information but when 3 people arecrammed in a ridiculously small car outside one of their fellowco-workers place at night; it was not good.

“Whyare we here again?” Eggsy asked as he knocked elbows with Roxy inthe back seat. Merlin shook his head while adjusting the rear viewmirror, “We’re here because all other attempts at getting Harrytogether with someone have failed. And we all wanted to find outwhy.”

Eggsymade a face while watching Merlin in the mirror and smiled, “Ah,see that makes sense.”

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Who do you write for? (In terms of the kingsman characters)

As of right now? I’ll write for the following. I’ll update it again once I’ve seen TGC again.

Eggsy Unwin

Harry Hart

Our beloved Merlin, of course

Roxy Morton

Charlie Hesketh pre or during TSS. Like I said, I want to watch the movie again before I cement my writing styles for updated canon characters.

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?” With whoever you want!

NSFW MEME —

You’d thought he was still sleeping when you wiggled out from underneath his arm, slipping on your panties from the night before and his cotton t-shirt that fell to your mid-thighs. Surprising Hamish with breakfast in bed sounded appealing after a long night of sex, wincing as you stooped down to find your slippers.

It was then that you heard a low and appreciative whistle from behind you, peering between your legs to see Merlin with his eyes glued to your ass. 

“You like how I bend over for you, huh?” Snagging your slippers, you hopped back onto the mattress to greet your still sleepy boyfriend. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Merlin tugged you gently so you were straddling his waist and the steadily growing bulge beneath the bed sheets.

“I love when you bend over for me,” he winked. “I also love it when you ride me.” 

By the time you two left the bedroom, it was way too late for breakfast. 

“Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Merlin clicked his tongue as you sank back onto the balls of your feet, kneeling before him. He sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and you so badly wanted to reach up for him again, to press your hands against his thighs –

“That doesn’ mean y’can pout either, missy,” he snickered, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Merlin smiled down at you as you crossed your arms over your chest, making it a point to pout even more.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on top of his thighs as he threaded his fingers together as he pursed his lips for a moment. (In reality, he was trying to keep from giving in so easily. but that required more effort on his end than he’d rather admit to.)

“Maybe I should jus’ leave you there and give you a show, hm?” Merlin raised an eyebrow as your pout turned to a scowl.

How could he continue to tease you like this?!

"Get on your knees." - Lord Blackwood

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A good girl shouldn’t feel their face flush at such an enticing invitation.

A good girl wouldn’t have accepted the company of a handsome, unwed man in the first place. A good girl would realize his intentions or fear for one’s safety - you’d hardly known him for a week, and yet you felt desperate to please him. It was like magic.

The effort it took to gather your skirts and drop to your knees was well worth the groan you got in response, large hand cupping your jaw while his free hand reached towards his trousers.

—You were tired of being a good girl anyway.