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Dating Harry Hart as a younger woman would include...

Requested by @aprettysupernaturalwolf

Fellow recruits your age were relentless when it came to flirting with you. Being top of the class as a strong and independent woman left quite an impression on most, including Agent Galahad. 

Harry was kind to you, as kind as he was to any other potential recruits during training. It wasn’t until you were instated as Agent Gareth that he began showing you any preferential treatment.

His version of ‘flirting’ was much different than the short hand and vulgar advances you’d had from men your age in the past. Harry started by bringing you coffee each morning, customized exactly the way you liked it from a cafe that you later learned to be in the complete opposite direction of his home. He didn’t mind, though. The smile you shot him after taking the first sip was completely worth it.

Merlin would often catch you and Agent Galahad sharing long and meaningful looks during debriefing. The way he made eye contact with you was much more intimate than with anyone else, he was cherishing you the best way he could without stepping over a line.

Your first “date” was actually your idea. After a particularly exhausting day, you’d opted for going for a long walk instead of headed home once work was over. Harry, being the gentleman he is, refused to let you walk alone at night. Even though you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, the two of you wandered arm-in-arm for almost two hours before he walked you home. “We should do this again sometime,” was all it took for Harry to ask you to dinner the next day.

It took three dinner dates for Harry to lean in and kiss you goodnight after walking you to your door. He meant for the kiss to be short and sweet, but after so many lingering touches and sweet smiles you couldn’t stand for a small peck. You ended up making out for twenty minutes against your front door until he’d reluctantly pulled away.

Harry wasn’t crazy about PDA. You wouldn’t hold hands while walking down the street, but a warm hand at the small of your back was all you needed to feel secure and loved.

The first time he ever made love to you was after nearly a month and a half of dating. You had gone through more AAA batteries in the last month and a half than you had in your entire adult life. Once you had finally given into temptation, he’d murmured to you that he was worried about not being enough for you. Turns out - he’d teach you a thing or two. 

And on the topic of making love? He outright refused to ever refer to lovemaking as sex. “One does not use a vulgar reference to the act of intimacy with one’s lover, Y/N.”

Let me tell you... some of your "love making” is anything from the slow and passionate type pictured. The two of you absolutely destroyed his antique mahogany bed frame and had a wonderful time doing it.

You are 100% responsible for introducing him to Netflix. One of your favorite ways of unwinding with him was snuggling together on the sofa and binging a tv show or movie marathon. No one questioned how or why he had become familiar with the term “Netflix and chill” before everyone else.

Feel free to send me some headcanon requests and/or smutty ones to break up the fluff storm coming your way! I’m currently not taking requests for the Statesman until I see the movie again, but the rest are fair game! 

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.

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.

Bonus:

Beneath Me

Summary: Ever wanted to read the classic ‘giving head under the desk when someone walks in on you’ for our this handsome fella? Look no further. Requested by: my thirsty ass. ( gif credit. ) Pairing: Merlin x female Reader Warnings: This whole thing is basically porn without plot, so entirely NSFW. Do not read if you’re under the age of 18. Word Count: 2.4k. I need help.

Everything had started after a hectic week at the office.

One of the agents in the tech department made a critical error with – something or other. You didn’t speak in binary like that good looking boyfriend of yours. And said boyfriend had spent the past week working non-stop to help retrieve all the lost data. Between the stress and the workload you were lucky to spend five minutes alone with him before he rushed off.

Friday morning rolled around with a slight spring in your step. You had been feeling downright miserable for the past five days. Not only was Merlin your better half, he was your best friend. Heaven knows he had coped by himself when you were gone for days during a mission, so you’d done your best to shoulder your responsibility of being the good girlfriend. Your phone had chimed at 5:46 am with a text from Merlin, letting you know that everything was back to normal and how much he missed you.

In the three years you and Merlin had been a couple, you’d never gone this long without sex. Without any current operations to work on, you planned on spending your morning in the most fulfilling way possible.

You didn’t even wait for him to respond to your knock before you swung the door of his office open, letting it shut behind you with a grin. The two of you race to meet each other in the middle of the room, no longer weighed down by the distractions or the stress of your work. The second you’re within reach, Merlin hoists you up easily into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, clutching the back of his sweater as he tilts his head back to kiss you intensely. His mouth is insistent against yours, sending shockwaves down your spine and making your body shake. You only part when your lungs scream for air, hanging on tightly as the Scot moves both of you back to his office chair.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all week,” you confessed to him quietly. Merlin nods in understanding; spending time with you in his arms is one of the only ways to clear his mind. You settle easily into his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. “We’ve got all weekend to relax with each other, sweetheart.” You can’t help but give him your patented puppy eyes, trailing one of your fingers down his chest slowly. “But you’ve been working so hard… I think you deserve a reward now.” The evidence of his agreement is quickly hardening between you, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sly smile.

“We do have half an hour before we’re due for our debrief,” Merlin noted lowly, leaning back to get a better look at you. His deep green eyes looked over your figure appreciatively, like he hadn’t already seen it hundreds of times in various stages of undress. Your cheeks flushed under the intensity of his gaze, itching to get your hands on him in whatever way possible.

“C’mere love,” he beckoned you closer again, instinctively chasing your mouth as you drew nearer. He kisses you slowly and gently this time, feeling every ounce of affection and love pouring from the movement of his lips against yours. Only after you give his bicep a reassuring squeeze does the kiss deepen, all teeth and tongue and small moans from both of you.

You trail kisses from the corner of his mouth down the side of his neck, nipping lightly over his pulse point and making him grunt. “I wanna taste you,” you whisper against his neck. Your words have the desired effect on the man beneath you, smirking when Merlin’s erection twitched against your thigh. “Baby, it’s been five days. I need t’ be inside that pretty pussy of yours.” The movement he made to undo your trousers was short circuited by you grinding your hips down and providing the much needed friction the two of you had missed.

Merlin tosses his head back with a low grunt, taking the opportunity to slide your hand underneath his sweater. God – you’d missed the feeling of his smooth chest under your hands. “We’re never going this long without sex ever again,” you told him breathlessly. “Let me take care of you. Please?”  

If the two of you only had a half an hour, you might as well make use of it.

Pride swelled in your chest as you dropped to your knees underneath Hamish’s desk. His mouth was swollen from your kisses, erection straining eagerly against the zipper of his slacks. If you hadn’t been on a tight schedule you’d have taken your time to tease him properly. But after going so long without having him at all, the only thing you could think about was his cock in your mouth.

In one swift motion you tug Merlin’s trousers and boxers down. His erection springs free, bouncing against his flat stomach.  “Fucking hell - y’see what you do to me?”

He has to tug his sweater up enough so the pre-cum he was leaking wouldn’t smear over his clothes. All you could muster was a soft moan of your own, gripping his thighs while you lick a line up his shaft. You drag your tongue slowly from root to tip again and again until you’ve tasted every inch of him.

It’s all Merlin can do not to fall apart right then, watching you blink up at him innocently while he bit down hard on his lip. Thankfully he knows exactly what buttons to push to turn you on, gathering your hair away from your face in a loose ponytail.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you sweetheart?” Unabashed with your affection for this man, you nodded as best you could without hitting your head on his desk. As if the way your mouth was practically watering at the sight wasn’t confirmation enough. This time you kiss your way to the swollen head of his cock, your boyfriend letting out a deep sigh once you wrap your lips around him entirely. “Shit… such a good girl for me.”

You can’t help but mewl in response to his words – it should be illegal for everything to sound so damn good with such a deep voice and thick accent. By now you had squeezed your thighs together as best you could, rocking your body forward when you dipped your head to try and relieve some of the tension. You take a little more into your mouth each time, Merlin’s hips flexing beneath your hands to try and chase the pleasure even further. One of your hands moves to keep a hand on the base of his cock, timing the movement of your lips and hands together to draw another string of curses from Merlin.

“Y/N… fuck, feels so good,” he praises lowly. You can’t keep your eyes off of him, following the rise and fall of his chest on show for you like a private display. Merlin felt as if his brain would short circuit any moment – from lack of blood or his impending orgasm, he couldn’t tell. It had been far too long since he’d last felt your mouth on his cock, biting down on one of his knuckles to try and maintain some of his dignity. If he came already he’d never live it down.

He had just sat forward to try and unbutton your blouse when a sharp knock sounded at the door, both of you freezing like deer caught in headlights. Oh crap, oh crap! What were you supposed to do now? There’s no way you could make yourselves presentable at this point, blinking up at your boyfriend with a panicked gaze that he returned.  Merlin’s mouth twitched to dismiss whomever was on the other side of the door, but he wasn’t even given the chance as the door swung open and someone stomped their way into his office.

“I’m sorry to barge in, my friend, but if I don’t get this off my chest I may explode.” A voice you recognized belonged to Harry Hart sounded behind you. If you weren’t so petrified of being found out you would have laughed at the irony, his ‘friend’ half naked with his cock still in your mouth. “Harry, this isn’t really the best - ”

“I’m well aware of the fact that Agent Bors has never been particularly appealing on a personal level. He may be a damn good agent, but he’s a sodding prick!” Clearly his protest had fallen on deaf ears, continuing on like he hadn’t heard a thing. “First he deliberately slacks off on our mission report, leaving me to do the work as usual…” You hummed your approval quietly, the vibrations reverberating right through Merlin’s cock.

You knew you should stop… but it had been so long since you’ve had this glorious cock in your mouth. Surely you were well hidden enough underneath Merlin’s desk? And by the repeated back-and-forth thumps continued, it sounded like Harry had begun to pace again. The process of being considered becoming the next Arthur was weighing heavily on him. Just like the way Hamish’s cock was weighing heavily in your mouth, hard enough that you can literally feel his heartbeat on your tongue.

Oh – fuck it.

Resuming your pace took Merlin by surprise, jolting up in his chair and pushing his cock further into your throat. It takes every ounce of your strength not to gag or sputter loudly and give away your position. His hand clenched and unclenched on his thigh, as if he couldn’t decide what to do. Stubbornly, you dug your nails into his thighs to tell him you weren’t going anywhere.

You could feel Hamish twitch inside your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head and giving him a healthy suck. This elicited a knee-jerk response from him, the thunk landing just above your head and making the desk vibrate.

“Are you feeling well? You look as if you’ve come down with something.”

You have to bob your head further down to stifle the laugh you felt bubbling in your gut. Every part of Merlin’s body was completely stiff, gripping onto the arms of his chair so hard you were worried he’d gauge right through the plastic.

“F-fine. ‘m fine, Harry. Just tired.” Your friend hummed in understanding, running his hands through his hair as he continued to pace a hole into his hardwood floor. Maybe Merlin’s excuse of “being tired” would be able to explain why he hunched forward suddenly just to rub his brow.

You had finally worked your way all the way down his impressive shaft, your nose pressed firmly against his pubic bone when you hollowed out your cheeks completely. His hips jerk instinctively in response, starting to panic because fuck he was close.

Risking a glance down, he immediately wished he hadn’t. You looked completely blissed out in the moment, your face flushed with arousal and your eyes rolled back into your head. The way you were trembling and breathing quickly told him you were getting off on this, sucking his cock like it was your only lifeline. He glanced back up once he heard Harry stop pacing, flashing him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right, Merlin?” The other man asked, taking in his friend’s deep breathing and rigid posture.  

“Sure! ‘m s-sure… just need t’ rest,” he stuttered lamely.

Practically growling from the cocktail of mixed emotions, you were swallowing his cock over and over and over again. “Well – we’ve got about 10 minutes left until morning debrief. Best to let you catch a few winks, yeah?” Harry marched his way out without another word, Merlin grunting in acknowledgement before the door clicked shut.

“I… I… oh fff - ” he spoke the second the two of you were alone again, six-foot-two frame quivering as his hand gripped the back of your head. You could barely get a grip on him before he hunched forward with a grunt of your name.

You’re careful to breathe through your nose as he fucks your face, pumping his release into your mouth like you’d been dreaming of all fucking week. Pulse after pulse filled your mouth, swallowing as quickly as you could with your eyes wide. When he finally pulled back he was breathing heavily, hand falling limply from your hair before he suddenly went quiet.  

For a split second – you thought you’d killed him. The poor guy looked as if he could have passed out in his office chair after way too many drinks, slumped back with an arm covering his eyes.   “Hamish? … Hamish!”

You’ve never moved so quickly in your life, springing to your feet and grabbing his face in both your hands. His pulse was still running wild against your fingers, moving his hand away from his face to get a better look at him. A whole second passed that felt like an eternity before his eyes fluttered open, managing a low moan before you kissed him firm on the mouth.

“You scared the shit out of me! What happened?” You gingerly tugged his pants back up without disturbing his softening cock. “- Fucking hell. ‘m sorry love. Apparently I really needed that.” he mumbled drowsily, trying to draw you into his lap again. Instead you opted to stand, Hamish wrapping his arms around your waist as both of you caught your breath.

“Are you all right? I’m sorry that I kept going, I just wanted- ” Merlin shushes you softly, pressing a tender kiss to your hip and making your smile. “S’fine love. I know y’would’ve stopped if I’d asked. Besides, think it’s obvious I’m extremely relaxed now.” He unwinds himself from you to tap his bottom lip, the “grown up” version of puckering his mouth for a kiss which you happily gave him.  

“Let’s just hope Harry doesn’t realize what was going on,” you giggle quietly. Hamish was already dutifully straitening your clothing for you to smooth out any wrinkles he caused. “Aye – he’d probably run screamin’.” The two of you share a grin before his phone rings; leaving one hand on the small of your back while he uses the other to pick up the call.

It’s Harry’s voice that rings out, clear enough to make you dissolve into a fit of stifled laughter.

“Are you and Y/N quite finished in there?”

WRITTEN WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS: 

@cyber-nya @missredherring @orchiddarling​ @whirlybirbs @fishofmordor

Younger

Requested by Anonymous:  Can you pretty please do a harry imagine where he and reader go out, and people make him feel insecure about the age gap?  (gif credit.) Pairing: Harry Hart x female Reader Word Count: 1.3k  A/N: I hope you don’t mind the direction I took this request in! I wanted to stay true to Harry’s personality as best I could. Big thanks to @fishofmordor for helping me with this! 

It turns out a relaxing date night is hard to come by when both you and your boyfriend are spies.

Over your time as an Agent you’d learned to appreciate the little things – like taking a walk arm in arm with your boyfriend over your lunch break. Harry had just gotten back from a three day mission, and the last thing he had wanted to do was pretend to listen to Arthur’s mission debrief instead of catching up with the woman he loved.

“Have I mentioned that I missed you?” Harry asked for the third time in fifteen minutes, glancing sidelong only to be met with an equally zealous smile from you. You were seconds away from stretching on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek when the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps put you both into overdrive.

The nod Harry gave you was subtle enough to tell you that he heard someone behind you too, tightening his grip on his umbrella as you used the reflection in a shop window to get a better view. You’d prepared to see a giant thug with some unseemly weapon in his hand, but what you saw gave you pause.

“Harry…” you began, a small boy with wide eyes and red cheeks running up to the two of you.

“Grandpa! Grandpa…” the boy began, raising a hand to tug on the back of Harry’s pant leg. When Harry turned to face the small lad, you could see further tears cloud his eyes at the recognition of a complete stranger instead of his Grandfather. “I- I’m sorry, mister. I thought… you were…”

Nine times out of ten, Harry Hart was absolutely wonderful with children. Little Daisy could hardly get enough of him, neither could your nieces and nephews. But for some reason his face remained in the impassive and slightly shocked state, leaving you to be the one to kneel down to be on the boy’s level.

“It’s all right!  My name is Y/N, and this is my friend Harry. What’s your name?” You kept your voice light and airy, doing your best not to spook the obviously terrified boy. “My mum says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…” he mumbled, little brow furrowed with worry. You could hardly blame the boy’s Mother – if you had children, they’d have cameras and GPS built into their clothing just in case. It was London, after all.

“That’s okay! You’re being very brave right now. Would you like to borrow my cellphone and call your Grandpa or Mummy?”  The boy spared a glance back towards Harry, who just now seemed to be coming around. “Y/N is right, you’re a good lad. Do you remember their phone numbers?”

The encouragement from the older man must have comforted him somehow, focusing his eyes on your faces instead of scanning the surroundings desperately. “I don’t know ‘em… Mum says I’m too little for a phone.” Instinctively you wanted to gather the small boy in your arms to comfort him, the maternal side of you making your heart clench. With the boy’s sniffling increasing in frequency, you knew the dam was about to burst any second as he shook his head.

“It’s gonna be okay, love. Why don’t the three of us head back to the spot where you last saw your Grandpa, yeah? We’ll stay with you until you find him.” You’d planned to offer to take his hand while you walked, but instead the boy surged forward and wrapped his little arms around your neck. One of these days you’d have to thank your brother and sister for having so many kids, nightmares in babysitting had given you the skillset to help this lost child. “It’s okay… everything’s gonna be okay. Where were you and Grandpa last?” You asked him, the boy peeling his face away from your shoulder long enough to point in the direction he’d come from.

Together the three of you walked almost all the way back to the shop, Harry just a step behind you two as he watched the boy look around happily from his new spot in your arms. The age gap between the two of you was something he had gladly taken into stride when he’d fallen in love with you – a woman wise beyond your years, who somehow still managed to laugh at his jokes and make him feel twenty years younger. But if things continued at this pace, one day the two of you would marry and start a family of your own. The sight in front of him could very well be in his foreseeable future, you holding a child of your own and just as happy as you seemed to be now. Having a family would be a blessing… until the inevitable time in which his health would decline, and Harry Hart would leave behind both his children and a young widow.

Both you and Harry caught sight of the middle-aged man in a suit remarkably similar to Harry’s before the young boy did. The man was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, glancing at his phone every few seconds until he looked up. “GREGORY!” The boy – Gregory – squirmed in your arms to be let down, his feet moving before they even hit the sidewalk as he sprinted towards his Grandpa. You watched with a fond smile on your face as the man checked over his grandson, picking the boy up before closing the distance between you.

“Thank you so much for finding him! I’d just turned my back for a second…” Gregory peered at you with a guilty look on his face, obviously in for a talking to when he got home. “It’s okay, I understand. He was a very brave boy.” Gregory and his Grandfather thanked you profusely before headed back to their car, the little boy waving goodbye. “Bye-bye Miss Y/N! Bye-bye Mister Harry!”  You couldn’t help but blow him a kiss when they drove past, giving Her Majesty some competition by waving goodbye once again.

“You were good with Gregory, darling.” Harry told you softly, making it a point to check his watch for the time instead of keeping his gaze on you. You’d been together long enough for you to recognize when something was bothering him, wrapping both your arms around his narrow waist and resting your chin on his chest.

“Harry…” you prompted, determined not to move from this spot until he told you what was wrong. Your beloved recognized he had been backed into a corner, dropping his arm only to wrap you in a tight hug. “You were really good with him, Y/N. Just as phenomenal as you are with your family. I just don’t want to miss any of those moments with our family one day because I’ll be too fucking old.”

The words ‘our family’ from Harry’s lips made you flush from head to toe, heart clenching in fondness for the second time in as many minutes. He was very rarely insecure about your relationship or himself, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek before you spoke. “You won’t miss anything, Harry. You dedicate your heart and soul into everything you do, and you’ll do the same with your children.”

You untangle your arms to cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks until the corner of his mouth turns up slightly.  “Besides… how old is our dear friend Sir Elton John?” You prompted, Harry’s grin turning into a happy smile that only you ever saw. “He’s seventy years old, and he has two kids under the age of 10. If that knight can do it, so can mine.”

The intensity of the kiss he gives you almost makes you stagger, his arms tightening around you to keep you close. Harry hardly ever kissed you full on the mouth in public, much preferring to save displays of affection for behind closed doors. Any qualms were set aside temporarily as his lips moved against yours until you felt like you could melt in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to start a family with you.” He murmured to you lowly, forehead pressed against yours as you fought to catch your breath. “I’m counting on it, Harry Hart.”

Hello! Can you do "oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~” with Harry Hart?

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If you had a pound for every time you and Harry bad been interrupted mid snog… you would be a rich, horny woman. 

It seems no matter where you were, several times a month your phone would ring and destroy the ambiance. You had tried turning your phone off completely - but Merlin simply hacked in and turned it back on and even louder. You stomped into the office that day and shouted words that, according to Harry “no lady should ever know.” 

Fast forward to now with your legs spread wide, Agent Galahad’s head set firmly between your legs and your hands in his hair. It felt like you were seconds away from your orgasm when Harry’s phone vibrated against the nightstand, legs slumping visibly in defeat. There was no way you could get off now… “I’m sorry, darling.” Harry told you, kissing the inside of your thigh before moving to answer his phone. 

When it came to suiting up that night, you decided to forgo your usual pair of panties and tuck them into your pocket instead. If your bosses contacted you on your day off for a simple bait and switch... you were going to make the most of it.

“Target confirmed, Agent Gawain. Good luck.” If you didn’t know any better you’d have said Merlin sounded timid in your ear, Harry’s mouth twitching as he tried to hide a slight smile. The two of your turned off your com system simultaneously, his hand squeezing your own in reassurance. “I’ll be watching the whole time, Gawain.” Even after years of working together, his simple ways of protecting you still made your heart flutter. Among other parts, at least. 

“I don’t doubt it, Agent Galahad." You quietly slipped out of the vehicle, tapping on the window until Harry rolled it down. “Oh, by the way? Look who’s not wearing any underwear.” 

His face flushed the same shade as the unworn material you were currently dangling through the open window. “ -- Such a cheeky little minx.”

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~” with Merlin

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The tip of Merlin’s thumb dips inside your mouth, the taste of his skin and your arousal making you mewl. Balanced carefully on his knees at the head of the bed, your boyfriend had teased you with light touches and kitten licks just to see your reaction.

“Y’look stunning luv. Spread out and flushed for me like this…” Your makeshift blindfold obscured your favourite view of Hamish stroking his cock for you, fixated on the sight of your mouth closed around his digit. The smug bastard was well aware of the how filthy the sound he was making was - you could hear him grinning when he moved hto grip your jaw.

“Hamish… please!” you keened, only growing louder when he traced your nipple with the tip of his cock. You fought tooth and nail to keep your grip on the headboard, body tensing as the bed shifted beneath you. “I think that pretty little face deserves to get fucked.” 

—  ... You and Merlin had to help each other out of bed the next morning. 

Tell Me More

Requested by Anonymous: Harry Hart x reader domestic/married happiness in which their pillow talk is constructed entirely of Harry talking about butterflies to his s/o. Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader Warnings: A few NSFW references, but no direct smut. This also includes several personal headcanons of mine, I took some creative liberty for the sake of the story. A/N: First of all, I just want to apologize for how long it’s been since I’ve posted any original content. It’s been a rough 3 months for me, and with any luck things will get better. But for now - I hope you enjoy my catching up on requests. This is also my first attempt at making written requests gender neutral unless otherwise specified.  ☕

Even to this day you could vividly remember the first time you stepped inside the home of Harry Hart.

There had been no doubt in your mind you’d met a man you could potentially marry one day, a perfect gentleman comfortable in his own skin and still completely capable of fucking your brains out. There was no way he could be good looking, polite and well hung without having one bizarre quirk.

You had braced yourself for opening the door to a dozen cats, or perhaps tacky wallpaper and a shrine dedicated to his Mother. Instead you found your future husband’s quirk beyond the occasional odd paintings of beagles and classic imagery, displayed proudly in hundreds of display boxes on the walls.

“…. Butterflies?” you’d gawked, stepping closer to the glass to examine the contents. You had never seen so many butterflies in one place before, all perfectly preserved and displayed proudly with great care. It didn’t take you long to realize that collecting butterflies was something your boyfriend was very passionate about.

“It’s called lepidopterology,” Harry told you quietly, his reflection in the glass drew closer towards you. “If I hadn’t become an Agent, this very well may have been my profession.” You felt his hands rest gently on your sides, guiding you slowly to survey the rest of his collection in the den.

“I started collecting them when I was a boy. When my Grandfather passed away, I found a display case with a single butterfly inside.” Harry reached around your frame to point to a vaguely familiar butterfly, something you’d often seen on clothing or your great aunt’s wallpaper. “Danus… plexippus?” You tried, squinting to try and read the hen scratch tacked beneath the creature’s wings. “The monarch butterfly, very good.” Harry praised, leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head. “He may have had abysmal handwriting, but I do have my Grandfather to thank for piquing my curiosity.”

He had trailed off then, lost in a train of thought that brought a twinkle to his eye that you’d never seen before. It was there in his arms you’d realized that you wanted to be more than a part of Harry’s hobby… you wanted to be a part of his life.  You really had met the perfect man – and there was no way in hell you’d let him go.

“Can you tell me more about one?” You’d asked, peering at the man curiously. This became a tradition you had unwittingly created, asking Harry to tell you more about his butterflies almost every day for the next decade.

“ – Darling? Darling, are you with me?” The stroke of Harry’s thumb against your cheek brought you back to reality, gaze focusing on the man tucked next to you with a fond look in his eyes. Without his glasses on you had an unobstructed view of the way Harry’s pupils slowly restricted as he relaxed into his side of the mattress. You shot your husband a bashful smile of acknowledgement, abandoning your pillow in favor of Harry’s chest.  

You laid tangled together naked for the next few minutes, catching your breath and exchanging soft kisses. Sex with Harry was always satisfying, your body sated but your mind was still alert. There was only one way to lull both of you into a comfortable sleep after a session of love making, turning your gaze to meet the expectant gaze of your husband.

“Can you tell me more about one?”