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Summary: You were a weapons expert and creator for Kingsmen and you’d been working yourself to the bone since the Golden Circle was disbanded. Eggsy Unwin, your close friend and crush that you refused to acknowledge, notices that you’re exhausted. You dismiss his offer to help you relax, but after he tucks you into bed after you fell asleep in your workshop, some feelings come out that you weren’t expecting.

A/N: Alright, mthfckers, I finished it! With all the stuff in my brain, I finally managed to get it all out on the page! I hope you like it, and this is my first time posting smut, so PLEASE tell me what you think of it!

Warnings: some angst, insecurity, canon divergence from Kingsmen: The Golden Circle, some alcohol, Eggsy being a bit of a dick for awhile, SMUT (do NOT read if you’re under 18), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), vaginal sex, lots of kissing and fluff, dirty talk, swearing

Word Count: 6730

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“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?” a familiar voice rang in your ear. You rolled your eyes as you turned around to be met with hazel green eyes.

“Working, Eggsy,” you shot back with a raised brow.

“C’mon, love, no need to be so coarse,” he smirked at you.

“Yeah, there is, because I know you’re just here to bug me instead of letting me actually get some work done,” you scoffed with another eyeroll.

You designed and created weapons/armor for the Kingsmen, and ever since the merger with the Statesmen, your work was now even more worldwide than before. Designing and creating weapons ran in your family; your family had been doing this exact job for the Kingsmen since the organization was founded.

You loved creating something from nothing, and then figuring out how to incorporate it into the style and espionage of the Kingsmen. It stimulated your brain perfectly, combining both creative and technical techniques. Testing the weapons was quite entertaining as well.

It was true what they said about loving your job and never working a day in your life, or at least it was true for you.

Eggsy, though, was the one part of your job that made you dread going to work on occasion. He loved to bug you with annoying and needless questions.

It hadn’t always been like this, though. When Eggsy first became a Kingsman, you were still in your “apprenticeship” with your family and several master craftsmen. Your post was already guaranteed with the secret organization, but due to a minor accident from your youth, your actual apprenticeship started a year late.

Of course, you’d been creating things since before you could speak in full-fledged sentences, but the rules had to be followed.

So, Eggsy had been a Kingsman for six months when you finally arrived to begin your actual job. He’d already used a few of your weapons and had no idea what your job was supposed to be when Merlin introduced you.

“So, uh, who are you? Too lovely to be a Kingsman, ain’t ya?” he’d asked you.

Your ears burned but you kept your cool. You’d always been better with technology than people. “I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “I create the weapons.”

“Oh really?” he asked with a smirk. You nodded. “Well, quite a talented lovely thing, aren’t ya? I’m surprised, though, ‘cause I thought that our current guy, Greg, was too young to retire or whateva.”

“That’s my uncle,” you said. “He’s 68, Mr. Unwin. He doesn’t look it, but he is.”

“So, why’d you get the job?” he then asked with narrowed eyes.

“Their family has been designing and creating our weapons since the organization began, Eggsy,” Merlin stepped in. “They are incredibly talented with technology and creativity. Y/N is especially talented; probably the most talented yet.”

“Oh, Merlin, you exaggerate,” you laughed, bumping his shoulder slightly. “Always been one for dramatics, of course.”

“Well, I look forward to usin’ your creations, Y/N,” Eggsy said with a grin. “You goin’ to the bar for the agent party?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small sigh, “I have to.”

“Oh, it won’t be that bad, Y/N!” Merlin reassured you.

“Not a fan of parties, eh?” Eggsy asked rhetorically. “Stick with me, love, and you’ll be fine. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow,” he winked as he strode away.

At the party, you were surprised to see Eggsy flirting with you. You flirted back to the best of your abilities, though most of it was you looking away sheepishly and trying to keep your heartrate down.

It continued like that for several weeks and a handful of parties. You got close to Eggsy, at least as friends, and he continued to flirt with you. His winks would make your heart skip happily, and his pet names made your soul soar. You’d never been around anyone quite like Eggsy.

One day, though, it all went crashing down.

Eggsy invited you and Merlin out to a club to unwind after a particularly tense mission. You always worked backup for Merlin during missions that would be difficult. That one had everyone on the edge of their seats and hoping everything would work out smoothly.

At the club, Eggsy handed you your favorite drink with a wink, then went off to find the friends he’d invited. Merlin was off talking to a handsome man, but Eggsy promised that he’d be right back to “give you all his attention.” And you believed him, because he had never given you a reason to doubt him.

You waited patiently for Eggsy to return, sipping slowly on your drink as you blended into the crowd like you always did. As you waited, you’d typed a few ideas for more tech on your phone. When you heard Eggsy’s bright laugh, you turned with hope in your eyes.

The hope quickly died.

Eggsy was wrapped around an incredibly leggy, thin woman, mouthing at her neck as she ran her hands through his hair. The man straightened as they reached the bar, ordering a few drinks. It was then that you saw his friends had followed behind him. You decided to watch for a few more minutes before you’d make your exit.

After the woman shouted about going to the bathroom, Eggsy’s friend Jamal began to shout as well. You were glad you’d worn your “secret ears” that allowed you to listen to conversations that were far away. They also allowed you to filter out noises and hone in on the conversation you wanted; these were a new prototype and you had known tonight would be a good opportunity to test them more.

“Eggsy,” Jamal began, “what about that one girl you’ve been workin’ with? Thought you had a thing for her, with how you talk about her.”

“Ya mean Y/N?” Eggsy waved the man off as he downed a shot. “She’s not the type for some fun, ya know? Realized tha’ when I saw her earlier, covered in oil from a project.”

The men laughed as your eyes misted over with tears.

Eggsy had only been nice and had flirted with you because he wanted some “fun,” not because he saw you as a friend or potential girlfriend.

You’d left the club immediately after that, refusing to cry as you made your way home. To your happiness, you didn’t cry about the deception at all. You had been deceived before, so your recovery from this one was short.

Eggsy continued to be nice to you at work, but you stopped attempting to flirt back. Instead, you would do your best to keep all conversations professional, to a spine-straightening point. Eventually, he stopped attempting to flirt so much, and you allowed a few nonprofessional conversations until you both became genuine friends.

Still, sometimes you’d think about his deception and your heart would ache. And sometimes, well, you really were infatuated with him. As much as you hated it and tried to push it away, you had a crush on the handsome, sweet agent.

Even though you were friends now, with your crush always pushed away, sometimes you really couldn’t handle him in your space. It was certainly one of those days.

“Why, Y/N, I would never distract you from your work, certainly not on purpose!” Eggsy said dramatically.

With another roll of your eyes, you picked up your blowtorch. You lowered your goggles down over your eyes again and began to solder the metal carefully.

“Y/N,” Eggsy repeated your name. When you didn’t answer, he repeated your name until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You whirled around with your blowtorch still on, glaring at him through your tinted goggles. “What?” you growled menacingly.

Eggsy flinched in surprise, not used to seeing you look so threatening. “I, uh, I was wondering if you’d go over some things from the previous mission with me?”

You narrowed your eyes and he quickly waved his tablet at you. Ever since the majority of the organization had been lost due to the Golden Circle, you were taking on many more responsibilities. Merlin, now in a wheelchair, was focused on recruiting new agents with Harry, who had adopted the pseudonym Lancelot, allowing Eggsy to remain Galahad.

“Fine,” you sighed heavily, “just let me finish this prototype. Okay? And don’t bug me or I’ll melt those lips right off your face.”

“Right,” Eggsy seemed to believe your threat, turning away and allowing you to finish what you were doing.

You were trying to develop working legs for Merlin, but he didn’t want any like Gazelle’s, or the kind of prosthesis Charlie had for his arm. Merlin wanted legs that were sophisticated and functional as actual legs, not weapons. He refused to go back out into the field, no matter the circumstance, stating that he was much too old now. You knew that it was total garbage, but you couldn’t blame him. And, well, he really did love to be working behind the scenes; it was what he was best at.

“Okay,” you announced as you pushed your goggles onto your forehead and pulled off your gloves. You removed your apron and tossed it on the table before crossing over to Eggsy. The man gave you a small smile, noticing your overall tense posture.

“When was the last time you got laid, Y/N?” he asked you suddenly.

You looked at him sharply in shock. “Excuse me?”

“When did you last get some, Y/N?” he chuckled. “Like, when was the last time you orgasmed? Or had someone rock your world?”

You rolled your eyes again and calmed your heartrate as you snatched the tablet from his hands. As you scanned the electronic paperwork, you could feel Eggsy’s eyes burning into the side of your face.

“I’ll take your silence as you saying that it’s been awhile,” he smirked at you.

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped, shoving the tablet back at him. “Your paperwork looks fine; everything looks in order. I signed it. Now let me get back to these damn legs, alright?”

You put your goggles back on as you sat down, making them focus on the wiring you had in front of you, making sure to turn off the tint of the goggles. You grasped your tweezers in steady hands as you got back to work.

“You know, Y/N,” Eggsy’s smooth voice interrupted your journey to your working zone, “I could help out with that orgasm problem ya have.” He was leaning on your table and looking down at you with unreadable green eyes.

You scowled at him. “Nice offer, Eggsy,” you drawled, “but I’m fine. Now please leave, I really do need to focus on this work.”

Eggsy stared at you for a few more moments before nodding. “Alright, love, sorry for disrupting ya. Make sure ya get some rest tonight, okay? You need it.”

“I will, Eggsy,” you said as genuinely as you could.

The agent smiled at you tenderly and pressed a kiss to your forehead like he often did when you were stressed. As soon as he left, the door closing behind him, you let your head fall into your hands.

You really were tired. You’d been putting in way too many hours, but no one knew about it, and your skills were needed. No one knew that you were staying well into the night in your workshop, sometimes even sleeping on a cot in the corner. Not even Merlin or Harry knew, being much too busy with waves of recruits.

You yanked your goggles down around your neck and rubbed your tired eyes. After a mental debate about whether or not to think about Eggsy and his stupid offer, you heaved a deep sigh. He had been right, of course, but he didn’t need the ego boost of knowing that for sure. You’d never been a horny person, not really. Sure, sex was nice, but it wasn’t like you needed it or craved it, not the way Eggsy seemed to.

After a few moments of irritated thoughts running through your head, you pulled your goggles back up and got back to work.

You were woken up by the feeling of being in the air. As you opened drowsy eyes, you saw Eggsy above you and looking forward stoically.

“Eggsy?” you mumbled while you rubbed the blurriness from your eyes. “What’s goin’ on? What time is it?”

“It’s two a.m., Y/N,” he sighed as he looked down at you. “I had a feeling that you weren’t going to go home tonight, so I came to check on ya. Lo and behold, I find you asleep on your desk, goggles still on and still holding those tweezers.” He chuckled at the memory. “So, I figured I’d take you to an actual bed so you could get some actual sleep.”

“How are we moving?” you asked as a yawn graced your face.

“Uh, I’m carryin’ you, love,” he raised a brow at you.

“Huh? How? I weigh so much more than you.”

“You’re not as heavy as you think,” he rolled his eyes. “Besides, I’m an agent, I work out all the time. But really, you’re not as heavy as you seem to think.”

You huffed but found yourself too sleepy to argue. The sleepiness was taking over as you nuzzled into Eggsy’s chest, drifting back into a light slumber.

When Eggsy gently lowered you onto your bed in the residential area of headquarters, you woke up again. Your sleepy mind registered the man taking off your shoes and socks, then tucking you in. He even went so far as to plug in your phone for you.

You reached out and tugged on his pinky as he looked around the room. His green eyes looked down at you and you smiled at him sleepily. “Thanks, Eggsy,” you mumbled, “you’re a good person. Even if,” you paused to yawn, “you annoy me on purpose.”

Eggsy chuckled and ruffled your hair. As you drifted off to sleep, your mind barely registered the man kissing your forehead and whispering, “I love you, Y/N.”

You woke up with a start, not quite realizing where you were. As you looked around and saw familiar furnishings, you knew you were in your room at headquarters. You rarely used the room, though, even though you often slept at headquarters.

A light snore drew your eyes to the corner of the room, where Eggsy was sleeping on the recliner. His hat was over his eyes and his shoes were next to the chair.

You ran your hand over your face and over the top of your head, managing to smooth it down a bit. After checking the time and realizing you’d slept a full eight hours, you swung your legs over the side of the beg and crossed to Eggsy.

“Eggsy,” you gently shook his shoulder. “Eggsy,” you sang gently, a tender smile on your lips. “C’mon, Unwin, time to wake up.”

The man grumbled and you snatched the hat from its spot over his eyes. “Ugh, bright!” he complained, throwing his arm over his face. “Y/N,” he whined.

“C’mon, Eggsy, you gotta wake up,” you chuckled. “It’s like 10:30 in the morning.”

He was suddenly scrambling to sit up properly, his eyes wide. The panicked green looked at you and calmed ever so slightly, but then he demanded, “What day is it?”

“Um, Saturday?” you answered hesitantly. After a quick check of your phone, you nodded and repeated, “Saturday.”

Eggsy let out a deep sigh of relief and leaned back into the recliner. “Thank goodness,” he breathed. “You have no idea how happy I am to not be hungover on a Saturday… though I guess I have you to thank for that.”

“Hey, I didn’t ask you to come check on me,” you muttered bitterly.

“I wanted to,” Eggsy informed you with a tone that said it should be obvious. “I was worried about you, Y/N. You really have been stressed lately. I should’ve noticed sooner. Hell, I didn’t even see that cot you’ve been sleeping on in the workshop until last night.”

“Oh, I have?” you asked innocently as you pulled a clean shirt out of the closet.

“You’ve been so incredibly tense, Y/N,” Eggsy stated.

“I guess you’re right,” you shrugged as you bent to look through your pile of old leggings at the bottom of your closet. You wanted to get out of the ones you were in.

Eggsy was right behind you as you straightened. His eyes were dark with an unreadable expression, and it made you shiver in a surprisingly delicious way.

“You know, I was serious when I said I could help you relax, Y/N,” he nearly purred in a low voice. “I could help you, if you let me.”

You felt arousal and indignation rise in your chest and you found yourself whirling around to poke him in the chest in anger. “You don’t know what I need,” you nearly hissed. “And I know you weren’t serious. Now please, step aside so I can shower.”

Eggsy looked hurt and didn’t move from his spot. “How would you know if I’m serious or not? I am, by the way, but why would you think I’m not?”

You sighed and felt the anger ebb towards the same accepting sadness that you’d felt ever since that night in the club. Still, you rustled up enough frustration to sneer, “Because I’m not the type for ‘some fun,’ Eggsy.” You pushed past his broad form and started towards the bathroom with your clothes.

Eggsy’s rough but warm and gentle hand grabbed your wrist to pull you to a stop. “Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked with genuine confusion.

Your previously buried emotions burst out of their graves with a vengeance and your eyes began to mist with long-retired tears. “I heard you that night, Eggsy. After the Norway mission, at the club, I heard you say that you knew I wasn’t the type for ‘some fun.’ You almost literally said that I wasn’t worth spending time with because I’m not a thin, leggy, properly proportioned thing. So, that is how I know you’re not serious. I’m not your type, Eggsy. I get it. I just hate,” you angrily wiped at a steamy tear that escaped, “that you pretended to be nice to me because you wanted to see if I was worth the effort.”

You yanked your wrist from his grasp and let your clothes fall to the floor as you angrily wiped at the tears that were performing a prison break. Huffing incoherent curses at yourself, you whirled around from Eggsy and rubbed at your face.

“Stupid fucking emotions, fucking face, stupid fucking eyes and chemicals, stupid motherfucking Y/N,” you viciously spat to yourself under your breath.

“The Norway… but that was nearly two years ago, Y/N!”

“I am aware,” you hissed back.

“And… that’s why you became so distant after that.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to shrink into yourself. “It’s whatever, Eggsy. I know the truth and I’ve accepted it.”

“But you didn’t hear the rest of that conversation,” Eggsy said gently, taking one of the hands that was scrubbing at your face angrily.

“It doesn’t matter, Eggsy,” you tried to tug your hand away, but he held fast.

Eggsy pulled you to the bed and sat you both down on the edge of it. He laced your hands together and you didn’t know what to do.

“That night,” he began quietly, “I decided that you weren’t made for fun, Y/N. You were made for the long haul, to be wooed and swept off your feet, to be loved for who you are. You aren’t made to be tossed aside or ignored after one night. And after you disappeared that night, well, I realized that I wanted to be the one to woo you.”

“What?” you stuttered.

He ran his thumb over your knuckles. “I like you, Y/N. In fact, I think I love you, I’m in love with you. I was hoping to start seriously flirting with you, wooing you, after that night at the club. But you were shut off. It was night and day; the sweet, shy, adorable Y/N was now barely acknowledging me. It broke my heart, but I decided that being friends would be enough for me. Of course, I just fell more and more in love with you every day, but there was nothing I could do. I want you to be happy.”

You swallowed nervously. “Eggsy, I’m not… I’m not that great. And, I mean, look at me, and then look at you…” You sighed. “You won’t like what’s underneath these clothes.”

Eggsy tilted your head towards him. You were surprised when he pressed your foreheads together and rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone. “Darling, I already love you. Why would you being naked make me love you less? Just the thought of it,” he inhaled sharply, “the thought of it gets me all sorts of bothered, love. But I need to know what you feel, too, sweetheart.”

“I,” you tried to calm the beating of your heart, “I think… I think that I feel the same.”

“Yeah?” he asked gently, the brightest smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you echoed. “I… I really, really like you, Eggsy. Maybe, maybe even love. I just don’t… I never thought… I never thought you could love me too, so I’ve never let… let myself admit the feelings. I actually don’t know if I’ll be able to really… accept that you are in love with… me.”

“Can I show you, love? Please, let me show you, how much I love you, and how much I want you, for you. It’ll be okay. Please, trust me.”

“I do trust you,” you stated.

“Good,” he smirked, and you saw a bit of that other side of him that you had always seen before. That softness, though, that gleam, was still there. You let yourself start to believe, or understand, that maybe, maybe, it was actual love in his eyes.

“May I?” Eggsy inquired with such gentleness. “Please, love.”

“Are you sure?” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, “It’s really not… the best.”

“I’m positive, love. Please,” he pleaded softly.

“Okay,” you breathed, nodding for emphasis.

Eggsy beamed at you before kissing your forehead. He started to pepper kisses all over your face, finally stopping at your lips, where you really wanted him.

After hovering for what felt like too long, Eggsy pressed his soft lips to yours. At that moment, you felt your entire body relax against him. His large hand slid down from your face and rested on your waist. When your body tensed at that, he gently nipped your lip. He smiled against your lips as you hummed in response.

Your nerves were tingling and sparked as Eggsy’s tongue brushed the seam of your lips. Eggsy pulled you closer and nearly growled into your mouth when it opened for him.

You let out a small yelp of surprise as Eggsy pulled you into his lap so you could straddle him. His pupils were blown with lust and adoration as you pulled back, your hands on his shoulders and resting most of your weight on your knees. Large hands gripped your hips tightly and you did your best to relax.

Eggsy rubbed his nose against yours, tilting your head and pressing a sweeter kiss to your lips. He squeezed your hips gently and nipped your lip again.

“C’mon, love,” he murmured as he pulled your lip with his teeth, “you’re not gonna break me, darling. Just relax.”

You let out a shaky breath, still stiffer than you wanted to be. Suddenly, you were letting out another yelp as Eggsy pulled your hips towards him. Now, you were firmly seated on his lap, yours faces mere breaths away from each other, and your arms now around his neck. His eyes were sparkling, and his body felt absolutely delicious against you.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured as he cupped your cheek. “I’ve always wanted to feel you like this, darling. So bloody beautiful.”

Your blood heated and you looked down shyly. “Me too,” you admitted quietly.

“Do I get to make you feel good, love?” he asked you, brushing his lips against yours.

“Are you sure?” you whispered one last time.

Eggsy let out a growl and pulled your hips down against him. You could feel his hardness against you, and you let out a small squeak. He dragged your hips back and forth slowly, his breathing ragged, and you couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut. You started to move on your own, delighting in his small whimpers.

Eggsy felt so good underneath you, his hard cock straining against his pants. When your head tilted back, he leaned forward and began to press wet kisses to your neck. He lightly grazed his teeth across your pulse point and your breath hitched.

Another growl left Eggsy and the next thing you knew, you were on your back. Eggsy smirked down at you as he straddled your waist, his eyes dark with hunger.

As he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, you heard him chuckle. “So sensitive, aren’t you darling?” he breathed against your throat as he began to roll his hips against you. “It’s been awhile since you’ve been touched like this, hasn’t it?” His hand traced up and down from under your breasts and to your waist. “Does it feel nice, love? Hm?”

You nodded, only to hear him huff in amusement.

“Mm, doesn’t work that way, love,” Eggsy whispered in your ear. “I need to hear you. I want to hear your voice, your whimpers and moans. I want to hear everything that I do to you. Do you think you can manage that, darling?”

“Yes,” you murmured.

“Good,” he kissed behind your ear.

Eggsy stopped straddling you and instead pushed your knees apart. He settled against you comfortably, a hum in his throat. Holding himself up on one arm, Eggsy breezed his hand back up your side. He palmed your breast and you couldn’t hold back the sigh that left your throat. Eggsy essentially purred as he felt your soft body.

The simple sensation of feeling his hands on your body, his body putting weight on yours, was making you feel incredibly comfortable. When he squeezed your breast again and you bit your lip, he let out a growl.

Both hands traced down your body, to the bottom of your shirt. Eggsy slowed down slightly as you tensed a bit; instead of pushing your shirt up, he slid his hands under it, gently petting your skin, and pressed kisses to your stomach.

Eggsy kissed a ticklish spot and you let out a giggle. You felt him smirk against you and his nimble fingers, still under your shirt, began to tickle you. Letting out a squeal of laughter, you squirmed under him to try and escape his fingers. Your hands pushed against him as you pleaded for him to stop tickling you.

Your hands were pinned to the bed and Eggsy’s eyes burned up at you from his spot between your thighs.

“What do you want, darling?” he whispered.

“You,” you sighed dreamily.

Your eyes locked on Eggsy’s as he took the bottom of your shirt with his teeth. He chuckled as you squirmed a bit, moving up your body and bringing your shirt with him. You giggled as his breath puffed against your skin. He stopped right at the bottom of your bra.

“You are terribly delectable,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your sternum.

“You could do well to go faster, you know,” you murmured back, putting your hands on his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

“I want to take my time with you, love,” Eggsy replied. “But if you’re getting impatient, well, all you have to do is ask. Unless you’re too proud.”

You huffed with amusement, only for it to be cut off as Eggsy pressed a kiss to your covered nipple. He chuckled against your skin and bit your nipple gently.

“C’mon, you just gotta say it,” he said into your skin before laving his tongue over your still-covered-but-now-peaked nipple. His other hand came up and pinched your other nipple between his fingers. Your breath hitched and Eggsy chuckled again.

“C’mon,” you nearly whined, “Eggsy, you don’t have to tease. Don’t you want me?”

His eyes flashed almost dangerously. “Of course, darling. But I also want to watch you squirm and beg. Though, I suppose,” he paused as he pulled your bra down and revealed your breasts, “we’ll have plenty of time for that.”

With that, Eggsy essentially attacked your nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a vigor you had never thought you’d get to experience. His eyes sparkled up at you, still blown with lust, as his other hand continued to pull and squeeze your other one.

When Eggsy bit your nipple, you gasped, clutching his shoulders tightly. You felt his smile as he removed his lips, tugging your bud with his teeth before letting go. He sucked a hickey into your soft skin before kissing up to your collarbone. Eggsy seemed to enjoy creating hickeys as much as you enjoyed receiving them, since he was littering you with dark red and purple marks.

He made his way to your other nipple, squeezing your breast in his hand and flicking his tongue across it. You whimpered and he growled into your skin. After another moment, you felt his hand dance down your side and grip your thigh.

At his gentle urging, you wrapped your leg around his waist. When he pulled your nipple slowly again, you scratched at his shoulders and pulled him up to your mouth. You caught his bottom lip in your teeth and sucked, delighting in his gasp of delight.

“Little minx,” he grinned into your lips.

“Shush,” you breathed back, crashing your lips back to his.

The hand that was on your thigh moved to pull down your leggings. He scrambled to get them off before ripping your legs apart again. His body slid down yours and his green eyes sparkled up at you from between your thighs.

You breathed in shakily as he ran gentle fingers over your clothed pussy. You nearly let out a yelp when he pressed his lips to the top of your labia. Eggsy seemed to breathe in deeply, another growl deep in his throat, and tongued up your panties.

“You smell divine, love,” he growled into you, “I wonder if your juices taste as amazing. Good thing I’m already here.”

Before you could say anything, Eggsy legitimately ripped your panties. He tossed the scraps to the side and pulled your labia apart. He hummed in happiness and arousal as you dripped for him, muttering something that you couldn’t hear.

Then, his tongue licked at your opening.

You wrapped your thighs around his head, delighting in his hum of approval, and ran your hands through his hair. Eggsy moved his tongue to your clit, flicking it gently then harder as you moaned in approval.

His wonderful fingers gently probed your opening as his delicious lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

“Fuck, Eggsy,” you sighed.

“That’s right, baby, talk to me,” he paused his sucking to say to you.

You nodded, breathing out a curse word or two as he plunged two fingers inside of you. Eggsy pressed into the roof of your pussy, massaging your walls. He started to move his fingers faster and soon, with a come-hither motion, he found your g-spot.

“Shit, Eggsy, fuck, right there,” you whined, pulling on his hair.

Eggsy hummed around your clit as he finger-fucked your dripping pussy. You squeezed your thighs around his head, and he did something—you couldn’t tell what—but he did something with his fingers and his mouth, making you come around his fingers with a harsh cry of his name and a growl ripped from your throat.

“Fuck, darling,” he breathed as he stroked you down from your high.

“Eggsy,” you managed to get out.

“Look at that beautiful pussy, darling,” he said in a reverent and breathy voice. “That gorgeous pussy dripping wet all for me. I was right when I said you tasted amazing.”

Your breathing hitched as he wrapped his lips around his fingers and licked your juices from them. To top it off, he’d stared you down as he did.

“Eggsy, I need you,” you pleaded, holding your hands out for him.

“Oh, my needy girl,” he purred, taking your hands in his.

With a wicked grin, you pulled yourself up and quickly pinned him to the bed. Those beautiful and loving green eyes regarded you with surprise and an intense arousal as you slid down his body, keeping one hand threaded with his.

“My turn,” you smirked, slipping your hands under his shirt. Eggsy purred and folded his arms behind his head to stare down at you. It made you feel a bit nervous, but as you felt Eggsy’s hard cock under your body, you realized how much power you had under your fingertips. You were ready for some fun.

You pushed Eggsy’s shirt up and pressed chaste kisses to his abs. Moving down, you tugged a bit on his pants, revealing his hipbones. With a smirk up at him, you kissed his hipbone before nipping it. As his breath hitched, you sucked a deep hickey into his hip.

“You’re already going to be the death of me, Y/N,” Eggsy sighed.

With a light chuckle, you pulled his pants down more and continued to nip and kiss his skin. Eggsy lifted his legs a little, whining to just take the pants off already. You gave in to his pleas; as you slid the pants off, he threw his shirt over his head and laid back again.

His cock was straining against his boxer-briefs and you could see a small wet patch forming on the gray cloth. Your mouth nearly watered and you palmed him before giving him a squeeze. Eggsy hissed and you saw his jaw clench.

With another smirk sent his way, you mouthed the outline of his cock and rubbed your hands on his thighs. You felt the heat from his cock and decided to just go for it.

You were as full of surprises as Eggsy could be.

Pulling his boxers down, Eggsy’s rather lovely cock sprang up, the tip essentially weeping for attention. Weeping for your attention.

Licking your lips, you gripped the base and heard Eggsy’s inhalation. You stroked him gently, lightly, before you surprised him again by wrapping your lips around his tip.

“Shit,” he moaned, moving one hand to run it through your hair. “Fuck, baby,” he purred as you sucked his tip.

You hummed in the back of your throat as you swirled your tongue around his head, pressing right under it. With one hand, you cupped his balls and delighted in his moan. You hollowed your cheeks and tried to relax as you lowered your mouth farther down.

Eggsy gripped your hair in a tight hand and moaned, making you hum again. Bobbing your head up and down hollowing your cheeks, you glanced up at him and felt your body shiver at his heavy-lidded gaze.

You took all of him in your mouth and hummed, dragging your tongue along him. A moan tore from Eggsy’s throat and suddenly he was tugging you off his cock.

“Darling, that mouth is dangerous,” he growled as he pulled you to his chest.

“Didn’t you know?” you breathed against him.

Eggsy let out another growl and lightly smacked your ass before pulling your other leg across his waist. You held back a small moan and saw his eyes gleam at that reaction.

He was obviously ignoring that until later, though, as he crashed his lips into yours and squeezed your hips. You rubbed your dripping slit along his cock, both of you moaning in response. Your hips bucked slightly as his pressed against your clit.

Eggsy raised your hips and used one hand to guide his cock to your opening. You moaned with your head tilted back and grasped his shoulders.

“That’s right, baby, take me nice and slow. You feel so good, baby, so wet for me,” Eggsy leaned towards you, whispering in your ear sensually.

You lowered yourself onto his cock, the moan erupting from your mouth. Eggsy groaned out a curse and various praises as you seated yourself on him fully. Your breathing was uneven as you arched, and Eggsy ran his hands up and down your sides.

“Breathe, love, breathe,” he murmured to you. “That’s it, love, fuck, you feel so good squeezing my cock, baby. So good and you haven’t moved yet, fuck.”

You smiled a bit and gave an experimental swirl of your hips.

Eggsy nearly yelled your name.

With a devious grin, you began to move up and down on his cock, swirling your hips as you did. He was reaching places that hadn’t been touched in too long; one hand squeezed your hip while the other moved to squeeze and palm your breasts.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he took your nipple in his mouth. He nipped and tugged on it, making your hips buck on his cock violently.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good. What do you want, darling, hm? What do you need?”

You panted and sat fully on him again, moaning in the back of your throat. Squeezing your muscles, you circled your hips without moving up. Eggsy began to kiss your neck and whispered the same question in your ear.

“Fuck, Eggsy,” you whimpered in his ear as he arched into you, making you feel fuller than you thought possible, “fuck, you feel so good.”

“That’s right, baby, you’re making me feel bloody amazing. C’mon, baby, tell me what you need. I know you need more. Tell me,” he growled as he started to fuck into you.

“Fuck, Eggsy!” his thumb began to rub your clit and you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Eggsy, please, fuck, just, fuck me, make me come, please!”

His growl made you shiver as he flipped you over, pounding into you hard and fast. Eggsy rubbed your clit furiously, his moans mixing with yours. You dug your nails into his shoulders, and he leant to bite your neck. You were getting so, so close; he made you feel better than anyone ever had.

“Fuck, darling, you make me want to come so bad,” he mumbled into your neck.

“Please, Eggsy, please,” you babbled breathlessly. “Please, you feel so good, wanna feel you come, wanna come with you.”

“That’s right, baby,” he whispered as he moved to kiss you deeply. “Fuck, darling. So fucking close, Y/N, you feel so good.”

“Eggsy,” you whined into his mouth. “Please.”

“Come for me, Y/N, let’s come together, c’mon,” he pleaded into your mouth.

Eggsy bit your lip and sheathed his pulsing cock fully into you, sending you over that coveted edge with a pinch to your clit.

“Eggsy!” you called out as your vision went white, clutching him close to your body. He followed you while your muscles clenched around him like they would never relax. His groan of your name into your mouth made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, in a different way that the orgasm made you feel.

Eggsy pulled out as you both calmed your breathing, but he let his body lay on you with his face tucked into your neck. You chuckled breathlessly and ran your hands up and down his back, delighting in his purr of comfort. His skin was smooth and soft, his toned muscles relaxed from the orgasm.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Eggsy murmured into your skin.

“I love you too,” you admitted gently.

On slightly shaky arms, Eggsy pushed up to look at you with adoration in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long, Y/N.”

“How long?” you asked teasingly.

“Longer than you could imagine. But I’d wait again.”

“For how long?”

“However long it takes, darling,” he told you as he pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your lips. “However long it takes.”

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 5 years

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The Little Things

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Overweight Reader

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Warning: Mentions body image issues

Summary/Requested: Requested by anon: Okay I have and idea for the previous ask what about one where the reader is very insecure about her body, and eggsy makes sure that she's beautiful

Notes: Gender neutral pronouns used

It was the little things really, that made a difference. Little things over a long period of time really could change the way someone felt, the way someone perceived the world, themselves. Eggsy never did some grand ol’ declaration of your beauty or your worth, didn’t do one event and hope it would change the way you saw yourself. He just reminded you every through little words and little actions of the way he felt about you and the way he wished you felt about yourself. It was a persistent and subtle effort that had an undeniable effect.

It wasn’t that you hated your body per say, rather you were highly insecure and uncomfortable in it. It was hard to explain, less a deep hatred and more a displeasure. It came from a place deep within yourself, a place that had been created by other people, by the world. You’d grown up fat, with a plump waist. a soft, big stomach, with fat rolls, and big thighs, and fat underneath your chin and chubby cheeks and thick fingers. Growing up like that made you a target for a lot of people, not even just other kids, but adults. Parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, doctors, people in the street. You were constantly told that being big wasn’t good enough, that you needed to lose weight because losing weight would solve the problem. Your body being the problem. Losing weight would make you pretty, worthy, deserving of respect and of love. While you knew that to be false, those feelings of insecurity and discomfort within your own body do not go over night. You are left with them as you try to jump those hurdles to becoming accepting of it and comfortable within it.

Eggsy had known from the beginning of your relationship that you weren’t completely comfortable with your body or your weight. It was in the way you deflected compliments and shied away from physical affection. The look of discomfort around strangers. All the little things. So it was the little things that he did to change that.

It started with small reminders whenever he saw you, mixed with delicate and kind physical affections.

You smiled shyly as you moved to meet Eggsy halfway as he turned the corner you’d been waiting for him on. He met you with a gentle hand to your waist, an area you were very aware of and a sweet kiss to your cheek. All very swift, but all reminding you that you were safe with him.

“Hello, beautiful, how was your day?” Just a passing compliment, not one you were supposed to respond to, but enough to make you stop and smile just a little more.

“Really, really boring. Mr Matthews came in again and you know how he likes to complain about the slightest little thing.” Talking about the regular visitor to your place of work.

Each time he saw you he’d call you beautiful, or pretty, or lovely. Each time he saw you he’d focus sweet and kind affection on areas he knew you were cautious of and each time it slowly started to work its way into your brain that at the very least Eggsy really did think you beautiful.

It continued with boasting to his mates. He was never ashamed of you, not like some lads were.

“You wish you were as lucky as me, Jamal! You seen Y/N lately?” Eggsy pulls you into his side on the sofa as he takes the mick out of Jamal who’s rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless.

“Yeah, well there is only one Y/N, can’t exactly get another one, mate!” Ryan barks from the corner, beer in hand, joining in. Despite their appearances Jamal and Ryan were both very nice lads and they never made you feel unwelcome, which you were grateful for. They also always seemed to join in on Eggsy’s attempts to make you feel beautiful which was sweet.

“Damn right, there’s only one.” Eggsy smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your temple before taking another swig from his beer and continuing with his ribbing. Nights like this were filled with laughter, but Eggsy always managed to include you, and he always managed to somehow boast about you. Proud to call you his.

It continued on and on in many more ways, in the way he kissed you and pulled you into his lap not giving a damn that you were heavier than other people.

“Come here” He reaches out his hands to your hips and carefully brings you to his lap, careful enough that you know you could break away at any moment. You know that’s been done on perfect. It’s the lack of care he has for the weight of you against his legs or the dip of your wide hips under his hands. It’s the gentle way he kisses you, a hand at the back of your neck to keep you as close as possible. It’s the way he sighs into your mouth that tells you this is it for him. This means as much to him as it does to you. It’s him that makes you completely forget about your body and just enjoy being there with him.

He showed it in the way he’d brush his fingers against your cheek and gently lift your chin when you were too sad to look him in the eyes. In the way he convinced you to dance in the club even though you were self conscious of dancing, let alone dancing like that. It was in the way he held you tight at night and smoothed his hand over your rolls and gripped your hips. It was in the way he told you he loved you with shining eyes and a bright smile. In the way he tried to make you laugh. In the way he tried to protect you from everyone who might hurt you, quick with his words but even quicker with his fists. Everything Eggsy had ever done and would ever do reminded you that you were beautiful to him and that soon reminded you that you were just beautiful. Just worthy. Just good. Just wonderful. Not beautiful to only him. Not worthy to only him. But beautiful regardless. Worthy regardless.

The little things wormed their way inside your head and heart and made a bigger impact than any big declaration ever could.

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unabashedlyawhore · 3 years

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✨✨✨Masterlist✨✨✨

started: June 26th 2021

last updated: November 11th 2021

total works: 3 (just starting)

stuff you should know

ALL WORK IS 18+

I'm just starting to write stuff so it might not be great but I just wanna share some smutty ideas 💜!!!

I don’t mind doing specific reader characteristics (like x Black reader, x Plus size reader, etc...) but my unrequested works will not mention any of the reader characteristics, just to be inclusive for all!

I write one shot smuts, blurbs, imagines, and just random stuff

I don't really like writing *only* fluff stuff, I can write fluff but just know it will probably include some smut ;)

I accept requests/ am currently accepting requests

I tend to write only for the characters/people I have listed on my page (but I don't mind writing for anyone else!)

Algee Smith

Chris Evans

Dylan O’brien

Druig (eternals)

Damon Salvatore

Eggsy Unwin

Fitz (scandal)

Kai Parker

Matthew Gray Gubler

Michael b Jordan

Nick Amaro ( law and order SVU)

Peter Parker

Rio (good girls)

Spencer Reid

Steve Rogers

Stiles Stilinski

Timothee Chalamet

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland

Tony Stark

Trevante Rhodes

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pleasantdreamqueen · 7 years

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Yn kissed my cheek. “I owe you one Eggsy”, she said quickly grabbing her duffle bag and leaving.

‘Gotta keep myself in one piece until Yn comes back’, I thought as the feds arrested from me.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years

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Apple Picking Leads To Apple Pie

Title: Apple Picking Leads To Apple Pie

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x British!Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,429

Warnings: Fluff, British slang

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite

Author Notes: So this was a request for some apple picking and apple pie wholesome goodness with a British reader and our cowboy boyfriend. I gotta say I loved writing this it was so fun! I hope I did all the British slang correctly. I even looked up some others to use.The apple orchard/farm I described in here is an actual place that my parents used to take me and my siblings to when we were younger to go apple picking. The place is called Demarest Farm and it’s up in Hillsdale, New Jersey. It’s a really cool place. Feedback is always appreciated!

Gif Credit: Google

The sun was slowly creeping higher and higher up into the sky as you lazily stared out the open window. The cool crisp morning air breezes in through the window and you breathed in through your nose taking in the smell of autumn in the States. A low country song singing about redneck life played over the radio that your chauffeur had turned on as soon as you had climbed into his truck. Turning your head you look over to Agent Whiskey silently. He was dressed in a red and black plaid flannel and a pair of dark wash worn blue jeans.

Ever since Kingsman had come back to the States to visit their brethren you and Whiskey had been attached at the hip. He had claimed that the last time Kingsman came to the States they didn't have a pretty agent like you with them and he wanted to get to know you better, plus he was a sucker for a pretty lady with a British accent. You had at first been apprehensive but Eggsy had assured you that Whiskey was a proper mate and that it'd do you some good to be around the charming cowboy.

So that was how you found yourself in the cow boy's truck on your way to an apple orchard. It had been while you were out at the pub with all of them that the conversation of seasonal activities had come up. Whiskey had been shocked and appalled that you had never been apple or pumpkin picking and had vowed to rectify that slight. You had just thought he was being nice but when he turned up at your hotel room with hot chocolate in hand you had found out that he had been deadly serious.

"You know you didn't have to do this." You said kindly from your seat as you stared over at him.

"Nonsense darling! I like going to the local orchard and it'll give you an american experience that you've never had before." He said happily as he patted your jean clad thigh lately. "Besides I like that I get to share this with you." He admitted sheepishly. The satisfied smile that burst onto your lips caught his attention and you watched a blush creep up his neck.

Turning back to the window you silently watched all the orange, red and brown leaves on the trees blur past as Whiskey stepped on the gas. It wasn't long before he was turning to pull into a large gravel parking lot that had a medium sized farmer's store and a large red and white barn. The parking lot was only half full and you surmised that that was due to the early hour. You stayed in your seat as Whiskey pulled his truck through the parking lot to a gate where there were orchard employees standing waiting with clipboards. Whiskey slowed to a stop and rolled down his window.

“Mornin’ Jack! How many bags this year?” asked a friendly elderly woman who had bright white shocking hair that was pulled up into a ponytail.

“I think we’ll do ten this year.” Whiskey said as he looked over towards you and you smiled nodding your head at him. The woman handed him a bundle of paper bags and he passed it along to you so you could set it on the seat between you. Then you watched as he began driving up the dirt road that ran along the long lines of orchard trees in the quiet morning.

As the truck climbed higher and higher on the property you could see all the orchard trees laid out in almost perfect rows and you were taken with the beautiful scenery around you. It wasn’t long before Whiskey pulled his truck into one of the rows and parked his truck at the end of the row. You opened your door and slid out of the truck leaning back in to take the bundle of bags with you. You shivered a little in the cool morning air and flicked up the collar on your down filled vest. You had dressed in a pair of dark wash blue jeans, a red and blue plaid shirt over a white tank top and a down filled vest over that. A pair of gray suede boots protected your feet and you had a navy blue knit hat in your pocket in case you grew cold.

Moving to the back of the truck you watched as Whiskey pulled out a large wooden pole with a clawed basket on the end of it, as well as a rather large red wooden wagon, a small cooler and a small ladder. He set the wagon down on the ground and tucked the small ladder and cooler into it before he locked up the truck and turned to you.

“What’s that for?” you asked curiously as you nodded to the pole.

“It’s an apple picker. It’ll help us get to the ones up top.” he explained and you nodded with a twitch of your lips. Whiskey then began walking down the row looking critically at all the trees.

“So have you really never been apple picking before? Or were you just humoring me when I asked you to come with me?” Whiskey asked as the two of your moved along the row of trees. You were just quietly taking in your surroundings as you walked just letting the quiet of the orchard and nature consume you.

“No I wasn’t just humoring you. I actually haven’t been apple picking before. I’ve always wanted to just never got around to it.” you explained to him as you continued on down the row.

“Yeah Eggsy had this look in his eye when he offered you up to come with me. So I wasn’t sure if how do you guys say it ‘taking the piss’?” Whiskey said amicably as he stopped in front of a tree and eyed it contemplatively.

“Of course he did. Don’t mind him Whiskey, he's a tosser.” you said with a soft scowl on your face and Whiskey looked over at you with a confused smile.

“A what?” he asked curiously and you laughed softly.

“Idiot, he’s an idiot.” you translated for him and he burst out in loud laughter.

“Well you got that right sweetheart.” he said knowingly and you grinned over at him. Whiskey then angled the wagon so that it wouldn’t roll away from the two of you before he pulled the ladder out and set it up against the tree. “Alright sweetheart let’s get to work. Avoid the ones that look like they’re rotted or bad.”

“I’m pretty sure I can figure out how to pick a good apple Whiskey, you muppet.” you snarked at him with a grin as you began to open up the paper bags so you could put the apples into them.

“Of course I didn’t mean to insinuate-” he began to apologize and you laughed softly.

“That time I was taking the piss.” you quipped to him and he smirked at you before he moved towards the tree with the apple picker.

The two of you worked well together and soon enough you were working on your third tree. Whiskey would work on one side getting the apples up at the top while you worked on the other side using the ladder to get the ones you could reach. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and you learned and shared things with the cowboy that you had only shared with Eggsy, Merlin and Harry. It was just easy to confide in Whiskey and it seemed the same for him as he told you about his past and his family.

You were standing by the wagon grabbing a water bottle from the small cooler and taking a sip. As you were pulling the water bottle you spotted movement out of the corner of your eye along the row of trees below you. Turning your head you saw a female doe and her fawn watching you and Whiskey curiously.

“Whiskey! Look!” you hissed over your shoulder at him as you stared in awe of the animals. They were so elegant looking as you watched the doe’s ears flicker and her nose twitched as her eyes stared at you silently. You moved slowly so as not to startle them but you wanted to get a little closer.

“Don’t sweetheart there’s apples all along the ground.” Whiskey warned softly and you waved your free hand over your shoulder at him dismissively. Just as you took another step you felt something roll underneath it and you squeaked in surprise as suddenly you fell backwards onto your arse.

“Bloody hell!” you shouted loudly into the air as your arse hit the ground harshly and you groaned feeling the fallen apples digging into your body. A loud bark of laughter came from behind you and you scowled softly. Your eyes darted over to the doe and fawn only to see them quickly scampering off away from you. “Falling arse over tits for deer. If Eggsy or Merlin hear about this they’ll be chuffed.” you muttered lowly and heard Whiskey’s warm chuckle from right behind you and you whipped your head to see him looking down at you affectionately. “Not a word to either of them cowboy. Understand?” you threatened ineffectually as he laughed loudly again before holding his hand out to you to help you up.

“Scouts honor sweetheart. But I gotta say watching you fall over apples onto your apples will be a sight I hope to never forget.” he says still chuckling at you.

“Get stuffed Whiskey.” you snip at him as you stand and he bursts into laughter again. He dusts you off and smiles down at you warmly.

“You were still cute when you fell sweetheart so don’t worry.” he reassured you and huffed before throwing your middle finger up at him and he laughed. He helped you over the apples back to the wagon and you shook your head at him when he grinned. “C’mon I think we got all ten bags filled. Let’s head back and I’ll get us some apple cider and a candied apple to ease your bruised ego.”

“That sounds smashing.” you said gratefully and you folded up the ladder and placed it back in the wagon that Whiskey had a hold of and the apple picker.

“So how was your apple picking date with Whiskey, luv?” Eggsy asked with a shit eating grin on his face as he sat at the small dinner table in your hotel. You were currently cleaning up the small kitchenette in your hotel after finishing up all the baking you had done today.

“You’ve lost the plot haven’t you?” you retorted and Merlin snorted softly as he turned the page to the morning paper as he sat across from Eggsy.

“No, no I haven’t. It was a date. Did you snog him?” Eggsy asked before he winked at you and you flipped him off making him burst into happy laughter.

“Children.” Harry admonished softly as he stepped into your hotel room. “Whatever you’re baking smells heavenly.” he complimented you and you grinned.

“I’ve got two pies cooling on the rack now. But there’s apple turnovers just done cooling over here for you lot.” you explained. Eggsy was quickly standing from his chair and you shook your head at his eagerness.

“Who’s the other pie for luv?” Eggsy asked cheekily as he took a bite out of the apple turnover he swiped from the rack.

“Bugger off you prat.” you snapped at him and he grinned widely as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “For that you get none now, you twit.” you said haughtily as you pointed a finger at him.

“Oh come on luv!” Eggsy said as you moved to place one of the pies in a container that would keep it safe as you traveled. You also slipped in two plates and some silverware.

“No. Harry, don’t let him touch the pie.” you instructed him and he nodded with a soft smile as you moved out of the hotel room and down to the car that Statesman always had waiting for any of you just in case.

You knocked at the office door and waited silently holding the pie container in your hands. A few moments later the door opened and you smiled over at Whiskey who looked at you confused for a second before his eyes fell to the pie container and he grinned. Opening the door wider he moved to the side and let you come in. Striding in you easily moved over to his desk and set the container down on it.

“So what’s this?” Whiskey asked curiously and you smiled at him.

“Well it’s a bit of a bribe.” you explained underhandedly.

“A bribe? Sweetheart I can’t be bought.” Whiskey admitted warningly with a soft smirk.

“Everyone’s got a price, Whiskey. And I just so happened to learn that you love homemade pie.” you said knowingly.

“And who’d you hear that from?” he asked as he moved to sit in his desk chair across from you.

“Champ of course.” you said offhandedly as you began to pull out the still warm apple pie. You placed it in front of Whiskey and watched as the agent stared in awe.

“Goodness that looks delicious.” he complimented and you preened silently at his praise. But when he pulled the silverware from the container you quickly swiped up the pie away from him. His head shot up to stare at you in confusion.

“My terms are that what happened at the orchard will never reach Eggsy’s ears. Understood?” you demanded and Whiskey’s eyes darted over to the pie before they fell back on you.

“You’re a devil woman to be tempting me with pie like this. Yes, yes fine. I won’t tell Eggsy about you falling on your apples at the orchard.” He teased you and you rolled your eyes at him before setting the pie back on his desk. Whiskey quickly plated two slices and dug into his. The loud groan he let out was sinful and you looked up at him with your fork hovering over your open mouth. “Hell sweetheart. If I knew you baked this well I’d have asked you out on a date to the orchard long before.”

“It was a date?!” you cried out in shock. Whiskey grinned over at you as he took another bite of his pie as his eyes danced with mirth.

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kfawkes · 6 years

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The Sound of Silence - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]

[Hi there! Thanks so much! As always I like to mention how bad I suck and how slow I am lol. SO hope you see this my lovely anon!!! <3 I changed this JUST a bit from the the fight being at the shop instead of the mission because thats sort of just what happened, so I hope you enjoy the slight change :)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader -- After TGC tech with a little fix it for Tilde ;) (NO HATE K XD)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst, cursing. ;)

---Read on Ao3!]

The ride back to HQ was quite... too fucking quite. So quiet you could almost hear the imaginary crickets tenacious chirping from inside your mind around you. Singing their sad song of awkward confusion and they weren’t letting up.

The air was thick and everything felt off because you and Eggsy never had these kinds of moments... Ever. And you’d spent a lot of time with the man so that was saying something. But now you were having one and it just felt so... wrong.

It had only been about 40 minutes which granted wasn’t very long in the grand scheme of things, and really you did know that... but the weight still hung heavily and made time pass slowly as if hours trickled by instead.

More painfully slow minutes slid by and still Eggsy didn’t say a thing... Not one single word. He wouldn’t even fucking look at you and that made your blood almost boil.

Except, could you really be upset by his behavior when you sort of knew why he was acting that way? The answer was no you really couldn’t, because if the situation had been reversed you’d have chewed him out into next week already.

But the situation wasn't reversed and even though you knew his actions justified, it bothered you. Maybe you could keep that annoyance at bay before, but it was going on an hour now and even you had your limits.

Before you were fine maybe-- at least as fine as you could be, but this was getting a little ridiculous.

You weren’t going to deal with it a second longer and now the thought of talking to him was the last thing you wanted to do. It didn’t even matter that you didn’t really have a reason to be mad at him... you just were.

It probably had something to do with the long hours and the lack of food. Okay, it definitely did and there was even a part of you that knew you were overreacting...

But overreacting or not, as soon as you reached the Tailor shop you left without even muttering a goodbye.

At first you didn’t know where you’d go... Maybe you’d get some food or perhaps you’d head home to take a nice long nap. Or, alternatively you could go be weird and press your nose to the used books at Hemming’s...

You opted for the less rational of all choices-- but of course you did, and made your way to the bookstore. The walk to Hemming’s was much longer today than it was most days.

Longer and filled with a bit more disappointment than usual. How silly it was to be aching for someone that wasn't even yours...

You liked Eggsy if that wasn’t obvious... far more than you should, which was probably why you were overreacting now that you thought about it. But it was nothing... nothing serious anyway. He was your best friend and your partner; nothing more, nothing less and honestly you were okay with that.

Most people would find it hard to be just friends with someone they were in love with, and yeah some days were worse than others, but for you it sure as shit beat not having him at all. You might not have liked seeing him with Tilde, but Eggsy was happy and that mattered more than anything else.

As you stroll the aisles of that old shop, you ran your fingers along the backs of the books thinking about the day he’d broken things off with her. It pained you to admit it, but you were honestly relieved when he'd broken off their proposal. It was a little hard to see him as a price truthfully, especially with how much he loved Kingsman...

But it was more than that and you knew it. It wasn't that you didn’t like Tilde... she was wonderful. One of the nicest people you’d ever met actually which only made you feel worse about being in love with her boyfriend, but even though she made Eggsy happy; you could see that something wasn’t right there.

That something was missing... there just wasn’t a spark.

What did you really know though? You’d never really felt that spark with anyone either had you?

Whether you’d made it up or not didn’t matter because they weren't together anymore and as much as it sucked to admit; you really were happy about that... and you realized now that you really were in love with him.

If all of todays events weren't proof enough, your lack of control on emotions was.

Can't believe this... in love with Eg-- you’ve got to be fucking shitting me.

You stopped on a particularly old book with breath more hurried than necessary. The book you chose had no significance other than its size and discoloration-- and as you slid it from its home, that old scent of paper sept closer. The pages slid open lightly and you pressed your nose to the center of the binding taking a deep breath in as you closed your eyes, pushing those thoughts away.

That familiar scent surrounded you, grounding you immediately. You were still a little peeved, but of course you were... at least you were in a nice quite place where you could think though. Somewhere you could--

“Y/n? You sniffin’ that book..?”

“Eggsy... what the fu-- I’m not... sn... what are you...” You said suddenly, moving your eyes to his as you slammed the book closed; nearly jumping from your skin.

He was standing at the end of the aisle, just... looking at you and still looked angry. Angry and sad, a combination you weren’t a fan of, and even with the strangeness of all that, he didn’t even crack a smile.

“What’s your problem?” You asked suddenly, and maybe a little too loudly too if you were being honest, but it wasn’t like you were in a library...

Plus enough time had passed and you knew this fight would happen one way or another, so you may as well get it over with right?

“What’s my problem?” the expression he wore could only be described as pure shock and even in his pale confusion, he was beautiful.

Eggsy looked away from you then, letting a small scoff release as he scanned the books beside him without noting a word he read. He took in a deep breath as he shake his head lightly, placing his tongue along the bottom of his teeth in thought. “That’s pretty rich comin’ from you, ain’t it?”

“Wh-what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” and really, just what the fuck?

When he said that you felt a wave of anxiety pushing its needles into your skin with persistence. Suddenly you were embarrassed now, and for some reason you just wanted to cry... alright you knew the reason, but you didn't like it. It was stupid and you hated that quality about yourself, but pretty much anytime things got a little -- well, like this, you sort of shut down and started crying.

At least since Kingsman you’ve been a bit better at controlling it... right?

Maybe not... So you still didn’t offer a reply. You just watched.

“So... you just know nothin’ bout it then?” Eggsy’s voice was raising a bit as he pointed at you with behind lowered brows. “Got no idea why I’m actin’ like this too I s’pose?”

You didn’t know what to say so you just crossed your arms and shook your head lightly cause really... you weren't sure.

Okay, that wasn’t entire true... you were pretty sure he was pissed about the mission. But you didn’t have an answer that would satisfy him, so continued not offering one at all.

“What the fuck was that back there, y/n?” Eggsy’s voice was raised higher now as he step forward, his eyes burned like coals and his chest was raising and falling so quickly you wondered how he was breathing at all.

Watching this only made you more anxious of course, but it was hard to look away at the same time. It made you more upset too if you were being honest, even though you really didn’t have a right to be...

Your plan back there was a little stupid and yes calling it ‘stupid’ was putting it rather lightly. It was more like fucking insane and it literally almost killed you, but... well, it didn't.

Your plan worked-- got the job done. You were fine, Eggsy was fine... the target was neutralized... So, couldn't you just move past it all? Couldn't you just skip to the part where you watched a crap movie at his place?

The look Eggsy still held answered your question though: He was absolutely not in the take out and action flick mood... No, he was in more of an ‘act like your parent’ mood it seemed, and honestly you were sick of it.

Maybe not sick of it exactly, but you were tired of him treating you like you couldn’t take care of yourself... You may have liked how protective he was but come on, you were an agent too-- so why did he had to make such a big deal about it?

Eggsy took a step closer, his teeth were clenched together so tightly you could see the muscles in his face pulling angrily. His lips were pursed together, locked in place and he was only a few inches from your face now.

This was probably the closest he’d ever been to you actually, and even though he was clearly upset, it didn’t change the feeling that spread around you. And when you scanned the intensity of his face you almost forgot where you were entirely; getting lost in the sea of his eyes.

Seeing him all worked up was actually kind of hot... until you remembered the part where it was your fault.

“I... don't--” You started with hesitation, but didn’t make it far. When nothing else attempted release, you shook your head again looking to your feet with a shrug. “I don’t know what you want me to say.... It worked out alright, Eggsy... Everything is--”

“Are you takin’ a bloody piss.” he interrupted you, and it was a question... technically.

It was obvious he wasn’t impressed as he looked down at you from his full hight; his breath fanning across your neck in soft waves, sending chills across every surface, and you felt yourself almost pulling closer towards him...

“What do you want from me?” You asked lightly, “I made a choice. I did what had to be done, and if you don’t like it then... I don’t know what to tell you. This is how I do things-- this... It’s our job to make sure the mission get’s finished. No matter what.”

“Cut the bullshit would ya?” Eggsy’s azure eyes were still dark, and pained. He shoved a hand through the mess of his hair as he exhaled tiredly, starting only a hair lighter than before. “You nearly got yourself killed, an you jus expect me t’sit round and say nothin’ bout it? Ain’t gonna happen-- ever. Cause it was fuckin mental what you did. You com--”

“You don’t get to talk to me about making bad decisions alright, Eggsy? You’re the fucking expert on making bad decisions-- you’re impulsive as fuck, you don’t think about anything before you do it, yet you’re scolding me for doing what it takes? Where the fuck do you get off?” and when you said it, you wished you hadn’t... You stopped sharply almost feeling the pain as if it were your own.

Why you always got mean when you were defensive was beyond you, but you were pretty sure you'd learned about that in some psych class before... The bottom line however wasn’t why you were a bitch, it was that Eggsy didn’t deserve it.

No one deserved it really, but least of all Eggsy. Note to self: work on that.

Immediately he pulled his face in, a thick sadness spread like liquid over his face as his lips parted and his eyes danced between your own. “So that’s what you think of me...”

“N-no. It’s not.” You crossed your arms again looking away, feeling more embarrassed now than you had before. Which 5 minutes ago you wouldn’t have thought possible. “Really...”

You didn’t even notice those watching from between the books until now... but you hardly cared, and hoped at least they were enjoying the show.

“But, Eggsy, it’s... you can’t just-- try to stop me from doing my job just because you don't like the way I’m doing it.”

“So I’m just s’posed to watch the girl I love get herself killed then, yeah?”

When he said that, the whole room went still.

Your eyes widened further as your lips parted, releasing a soft breath of near awe. He looked away from you then, shifting his gaze to his feet as he pulled a hand to rub at his temple anxiously.

“That’s not... I don’t mean...” Eggsy stopped again, taking in a deep breath as he run his tongue across his lips softly; pulling them between his teeth.

You still hadn’t said a word, because honestly you were so shocked you weren’t sure if you’d just made it up or not and clearly talking wasn't your strong suit today.

“You ain’t gonna have t’remind me again... I’m goin’.”

And still... you didn’t say a thing.

Even though you seriously had been dreaming of a moment like this since you first laid eyes on him... Even though there was nothing more you wanted than him.

You watched as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, then turned to leave... you watched as he walked slowly away and disappeared around the corner of the aisle...

And still... you did nothing.

You just stood there, until all of a sudden the sounds of the store came back into focus, and you realized it wasn’t just some late night fantasy. He’d really just told you he loved you...

Eggsy he... he loved you and he was walking away. You had to... go.

Fucking go!

Suddenly you moved forward, that voice pulled you quickly, shoving you after him and honestly you were nearly running.

At first you couldn’t see him, and you were scared because you just needed him to know that you were sorry, that you really should be more careful... but mostly you needed him to know that you understood, finally. You understood and you loved him too.

You thought maybe it was too late, that he’d left... But then you saw him again and he looked so fucking sad and beautiful you could honestly cry.

He was up by the door already, but you pushed forward pressing passed anyone in your way with ease. You reached Eggsy just seconds before he could press his hands to the door, and you felt relief spread from your place of contact like a shot to the arm.

You grabbed his arm softly, stopping him in place and in one solid motion you pressed into him, sliding your hands to the sides of his face like you’d done it a thousand times before. And you kissed him... softly at first, but as the seconds went on each press was more ardent than the last and it was pure perfection.

There weren’t many words adequate enough to describe how his lips felt across yours... but if you had to name a few, ‘incredible’ would be among them.

It felt like somehow you’d just been waiting for this. For this moment right here...

Like you’d been waiting for him and you realized this was it.

The spark.

#Eggsy Imagine #Eggsy Unwin x Reader #Eggsy x Reader #Kingsman #Kingsman fic #fanfic #eggsystential crisis #prompt #enjoy!#<3

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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So I was just wondering, which requests do you have left to write before you leave?

There’s a Ben one which will be posted later today (you’ll find out later which one it is!)

Then there’s a little follow up to Escape Plan, Ben introducing his best friend to Joe, a romantic reader x Brian or Roger, a smut with Eggsy or Taron x reader, and a plus size reader x Ben.

Then there’s just a couple of fics I’ve gotta get outta my system and I’m done :)

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writingwithadinosaur · 7 years

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“Fireproof” - Part 3

( Part 1 / Part 2 )

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Minor Injury. I think that’s all. If I miss anything, please let me know!

Summary: After a genetic mutation showed itself about 5 years ago, you became a Kingsman and worked alongside some of the best agents: Your father, Merlin, Roxy, and Eggsy. When you are assigned a mission with Eggsy, things flare up.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Kingsman fic. I had this idea at 2AM when I was working on packing up my stuff for moving. I know it’s a bit out there, but I hope you give it a chance.

Shoutout to @the-witching-hours12-3 for being herself and helping me out!

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- DreaSaurusREX

It had started with a few light whimpers that Eggsy could barely hear through the doors, but it progressed quickly into crying and screaming. At that point, he grabbed a water bottle that he had nearby for this situation, and barged into your room to help.

When he came in, he saw you curled into a ball, crying and repeating the words “I’m so sorry.” Your once (Y/H/C) locks were now covered in flames that licked and snapped in the air around you. He dropped the water bottle near his feet and he knelt on the edge of your bed. His first task was to get you uncurled and try to get you to wake up.

Getting you to lay out was surprisingly easier than he anticipated. He grabbed your biceps and tried to lightly shake you, hoping that that would be all it took. Merlin was true to his word when he said that your flames wouldn’t hurt anyone but yourself in this type of scenario. The flames would brush against his hands on your arm and he wouldn’t feel anything. But there was no time to dwell on that right now; he needed you to wake up and get you out of whatever hellscape you were painting in your head.

He tightened his grip on your arm and shook you a bit harder.

“(Y/N/N)! Please wake up, sweetheart!”

Eggsy was watching your face with such worry. He knew you were strong, so seeing you crying and looking so broken made his heart ache. It only took another good shake for your eyes to shoot open. Eggsy took his hands off and backed away when he felt a little bit of heat by his leg. Looking back at you, there were two flames taking up your hands.

You shot up and brought your hands to your chest, hunching down over them, trying to smush them out. It worked, but because of your panicked mindset, you weren’t thinking about protecting yourself. So you ended up burning yourself right underneath your collar bone. You let out a painful cry. As you did, your hair slowly faded back to its original (Y/H/C) color, and Eggsy took a step closer.

“No! Stop! I don’t want to hurt you!” You looked at him with blurry eyes and a few tears racing down your cheeks. Eggsy held up his hands and took one more step towards you as he spoke.

“You’re not going to hurt me, luv.” He took another step, but then knelt down to grab the water bottle near your bed. Getting back up slowly, he held it in his hand and waited for you to calm down enough to let him closer.

“Focus on breathin’ first, alright (Y/N/N)?” You nod in response.

You take a minute to stop hyperventilating. Thank god for Roxy’s tips that she engrained in your head a few months ago. Once you start breathing a bit better, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and sit there with your head in your hands. Eggsy knew that you were okay enough for him to get closer now, so he slowly sat next to you on your bed, trying not to startle you. He then took the water bottle he had brought and undid the top. He put a soft hand on your back and rubbed a few small circles.

“That’s it. Good girl, (Y/N/N).” He kept rubbing your back gently until you told him otherwise. As he was doing that, you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Eggsy. You shouldn’t have had to--” your voice was just a tad raspy from the screaming and crying of your nightmare.

“No. Do not start that shit. You have nothin’ to apologize for. Merlin told me what to do if somethin’ like this happened while he was gone. And I care about you too much to just sit by if this stuff is happenin’. Now, drink some of this while I go get a first aid kit for those burns, yeah?”

You just sat there and nodded. Taking the bottle from Eggsy, your hands were shaking, making it difficult to hold it up to your mouth. But you did and ended up drinking about half of the bottle by the time Eggsy came back with the medical kit. He sat down on your bed again and turned to face you as he opened the kit and got the supplies he would need out of there: a type of ointment and some bandage dressings. You slowly put one of your legs up on the bed and turned to face him. Knowing where your new burns were, you had to take off your top for him to have easy access to them. Thank god you were wearing a sports bra to bed.

As Eggsy took care of the two fist sized burns on your chest, he broke the silence.

“How long have you had this ability with fire?” You honestly had to think about that one. These past years with Kingsman have all kind of blurred together.

“About 5 years. Happened and then I joined Kingsman.” You paused, debating on telling this next part to Eggsy or not. He knew so much about you, and you trusted him; why hold back? “I almost left about 3 years ago.”

“To where?” Eggsy was thankful you didn’t leave, but he couldn’t help but be curious. You leaned over and grabbed a folder that was in your dresser drawer and handing it to him. He looked at you confused and then opened it.

“Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters? Isn’t that where--” You interrupted him before he could start going on about the X-Men.

You met with them as soon as Charles Xavier found you through cerebro and came across the pond to talk to you and your father. You didn’t feel comfortable leaving and moving to the United States by yourself without getting a tighter grip on your mutation or “gift” as Charles has said.

“Are you takin’ a fuckin’ piss?! What made you say no to them?” Eggsy was invested in this conversation, but also went back to finishing up your bandages.

“I still wasn’t doing that great in the mental health department, and knew that if I moved to a different continent away from my family, it would have gone tits up real quick, even with whatever other mutants they have there.” Eggsy secured the last bandage and held one of your hands while flipping through some of the information in the folder.

“Are you still thinkin’ about goin’ there?” He quickly realized that he may have sounded like he wanted you to leave. “Not that I want you to go. It’s just that lookin’ through these papers, I can see how much this could help you. Just learnin’ about that life and knowin’ that you’re not alone, not to mention the possibilities for learning how to control your powers. It could be life changing, (Y/N/N).”

You just looked down at your hand in his, he was watching you to make sure he hadn’t said anything to upset you. You just chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about givin’ Charles a call a couple of times. But then I think about my dad. He would be on edge and probably more of a dickhead to you all if I added that stress on him right now. And I don’t think I’m ready for that big of a move. Plus, what would you do without me?” You gave him a small but true smile, which he gladly returned with that smile of his that made your heart flutter.

“I haven’t got a clue what I would do without your beautiful smile in my life, luv.” You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your cheeks. There is a bit of a silence while you take another sip of water. Eggsy pats your hand and then releases it, kissing the top of your head as he starts to get up.

“It’s late, (Y/N/N). We should be gettin’ some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning before we--” He stood up, but then you grabbed his hand again, not letting him go any further.

“Can you… Um… Can you stay?” He looked at you with a bit of surprise written on his face. “I mean- You don’t have to. I was just wondering cause I don’t want to have this happen again and wake you up and have you do this all over--” He sat down again and shushed you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, sweetheart, I’ll stay.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and look down shyly. He leans forward and kisses your head again before standing up.

“I don’t know which side you like. So you tell me where to go, yeah?” You nod and then begin getting back under the comforter.

You shimmy onto your usual side of the bed and you felt the mattress dip as Eggsy took the unoccupied space next to you. You laid on your side and Eggsy naturally draped an arm around your middle. As soon as he did, he lifted it up a bit and leaned towards you.

“Is this alright?” You smiled at his tenderness and noded. He then puts his arm back there put doesn’t force you to move closer to him or anything. You actually lean back into him a bit, trying to get him to realize that you actually wanted to be close to him. He got the hint and pulled you closer to him, your back against his comfortably warm chest.You could get lost in this feeling forever. Being this close to him and seeing him really care about you made your love for him grow even though you thought that wasn’t possible.

“Goodnight, Eggsy.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” You could feel him lightly chuckle before responding.

You let out a contented sigh, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep. Before you do fall asleep, you feel Eggsy place a kiss on the back of your head. He must have felt your breathing even out and thought that you were asleep and therefore unable to hear him because what you heard next made your heart swell.

“I promise I will always be there to help you whenever you need me, sweetheart. I love you, (Y/N/N).”

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