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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months

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Baby Fever!

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PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,046.

SUMMARY: Baby fever strikes King’s Landing once more, although this time, its next victim is Aegon ii Targaryen, himself... And he blames/thanks you entirely.

WARNINGS: breeding kink to the max, lactation kink, DILF!Aegon, swearing, NSFW, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of p in v sex, mentions of dark!Aegon, swearing, degradation kink.

A/N - it’s coming to 3am for me, and I literally just wrote this fic about Aegon with baby fever. nothing more or nothing less, but it’s everything <3 thanks to @bibli0thecary ‘s ask, I cannot get this DILF out of my mind, so consider this a request fulfilled!!!

let me give this man all their heirs in the world, please. ps I’m sorry, I just found the gif so relative here. please Sir, teach me SEX ED.

Aegon has breeding kink written all over him: when he meets his significant other, that’s enough to set it off.

He was never that warm to the idea of having his own offspring, and yet, the possibility stirred in the pit of his stomach and top of his twitching cock when seeing you.

If anything, he approaches it more as a feral need to claim you, to have some sort of possession over you, rather than actually fulfil the obligation/responsibility of having a family, nor wanting one of his own free will.

He was actually quite reluctant to the idea of fatherhood, considering his own experience with Viserys was one he had grown to detest, turning him off from the entire concept.

That was until he stumbled across you playing around with his toddler nephew, Joffery and a few other younger, highborn children of the royal court. Often the older women, busy in gossip and wine, would leave their children from the younger women to babysit: often reasoned with the logic that it ought to prepare the maidens of the court to motherhood.

Seeing how maternal you seemed, watching you intently from a distant, the children seemed to favour you, playfully engaging with you, the innocent sight warmed Aegon’s heart

A dull throb pulsating in his hard cock.

If it was heirs his Council wanted, heirs he would provide only if you would be the one to birth them.

Soon enough, he found himself mindlessly masturbating to the thought of you swollen with his babes, your tits tender and plump with the milk, naturally made in preparation in the months coming, dripping from your sensitive nipple, practically overflowing.

Seeing the milk unnaturally leak, as you beg for him to latch and suck, desperate to relieve the heaviness and tension in your breast. He was certain he would suck you dry, before the babe is even born.

And the idea of fucking you some more, even whilst evidently pregnant, knowing that despite being full of him already, he could still pump his seed inside, plugging you up completely, as his seed spills out, you just helplessly groaning and moaning for relief.

The scene replaying in his mind, he often overcame with excitement, furious at himself for wasting is potential seed, that he could’ve wilfully secreted in you instead.

Dark!Aegon would no doubt, force himself onto you, using his political/social position in the realm as an advantage, you either agree and “allow” him to fuck you until you grow and swell great with his child, or you refuse and he confines you to his chambers himself, or more so his bed, thrusting his girthy, throbbing cock inside, stretching you out until he sees his bulge deeply buried peaking atop, pumping his load inside, until he feels completely drained and you teeming.

Although (fanon) Aegon, would lure you, growing impatient by the second however, he often becomes abrupt, wishing to hasten you into the act of consummating. Now that the betrothal is settled and finalised, you feel no need to wait, you figure he is to be your husband soon enough regardless.

“I’m going to fuck you full, filled to the brim of my seed, until I feel my son or daughter kicking from within.”

“The idea of your belly swollen and heavy, back just aching from carrying my babes all day long, begging me to carry you, like a lazy whore.”

“And fuck these tits will grow abundantly with your sweet, motherly milk. Nourishing my babes, like the good Mumma that you are. Perhaps, I ought to treat myself to your treacly taste, I do deserve it. I am the one responsible for doing this to you, you will do well to remember that, wife.”

“I need you to fuck a babe into me, Aeg. Make me a Mumma, I’ll have as many bubs as you want, just like that.”

“Perhaps enough babes to repopulate Old Valyria, restore it with our bloodline.”

“You’ll be the prettiest, most stunning Mumma I ever did see, and it’s all my undoing... Look at you all needy for my cock, desperate for me to spill my cum inside of you, such a fucking whore for me.”

He’d be so touchy and feely with your changing body: a hand constantly on your bump, feeling the babe beneath move against their father’s familiar touch.

Even his voice would earn some haste movement or kicking, always earning a heartfelt smile from him.

He’d always be embracing your body, a hand snaked around your soft, wide waist/hips, even groping your ass.

He thrives having you sit on his lap throughout your pregnancy, squirming to get comfortable, grinding against him, you can feel a dense, aching bulge beneath your ass cheeks. Initially, you advise against it “Aeg, I’m heavy now, you won’t like it.” “Try me baby, just sit.”

Aegon would be against anyone trying to touch your belly, besides the maester and his mother: “everyone else can fuck off, there is no need for them to touch you at all.”

He is greatly entertained by the sight of seeing you waddle around the castle, knowing it was his undoing, a hand instinctively cradling your belly, almost as if you’re in a protective mother mode.

The idea that you’ve outgrown your maiden gowns, because of his babe growing healthily inside, it pleases him.

At first you feel self-conscious of your pregnant / post-partum body, yet Aegon is swift to squash your doubts: “if anything Y/N, you look the sexiest pregnant, fuck it makes me feral, baby.”

Nonetheless, Aegon’s dream much like his predecessor to conquer, became a reality.

Soon enough, you’d given birth to multiple, healthy children, all close in age, for Aegon struggled to contain himself. Having to remind himself upon each birth, you required some time for recovery. As soon as the maesters deemed fit, he would be on you.

Eventually, he grew familiar to the role of fatherhood, and became more and more comfortable with each new addition.

He loved his children equally, tougher on the boys although, he has a softer spot for his little daughters, spoiling them endlessly.

In return, the children love you both dearly, thankful for you to be their mother, and Aegon their beloved father.

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yumiluvclub · 11 months

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lovey dovey <3 | bf!isaacwhy headcanons

isaacwhy x gn!reader cus i can 😜 (no pronouns mentioned!!)

AN ; i've never written before so don't be mean 2 me 😞

WARNiNGS ; none that i know of??? lmk if you notice any tho 🙌

an absolute sweetheart, i ain't even gonna hold you

he's such a "i saw this and thought of you" kind of guy

i am a strong believer that he is a "darling" guy

"hey darling, can you get me some water?"

he's possessive but in such a cute way

the type to put his hand in your back pocket while you guys are out and about

worships the ground u walk on ☺️☺️☺️

imagine when the a/c was out, you started to complain that ur hot and he starts fanning u, like omg he just prioritizes you so much

yeah he's the hand on the thigh driver (i know cus i'm his gf) ((no i don't cus im not😞😞))

DOES THE THING WHERE HE PUTS HIS HAND BEHIND YOUR HEADREST TO BACKUP UGHHHHHH (streetracer!isaac when 😞)

i just know he's like, disgustingly strong like 😍😍😍

ur at a store and it's time to go but u don't wanna leave and he just wraps his arm around ur waist and picks you up with ease, while the other has all ur bags (that one tiktok of that girl ifykyk...)

i'm kicking my feet and giggling rn sorry y'all

he's mean tho 😭

"astonishing, beautiful, outstanding- oh wait you meant how i would describe y/n erm..."

HES SO EMBARRASSING IN PUBLIC 😭😭😭😭 like stop meowing mf 😞

awwwww i love my bf isaac (i'm delulu.)

#isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #the group x reader #the groupchat x reader #tgc x reader #tgc #the groupchat #the group #larrycroft #yumi #bigt #softwilly #the group chat #isaacwhy x y/n

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aemonds-princeregent · 9 months

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Modern! Aegon x Reader

Warnings: Toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, angst, comfort, fluff

Since she had move in with Aegon, things had improved so much. Aegon was no longer spending late nights partying and getting drunk to the point of not being conscious, instead loving her and laying next to her, sleeping softly until the morning came.

Due to the Targaryens being as powerful and rich as they were, its was very easy for Aegon to ask for an apartment of his own to share it with her and she had never been happier. Despite both of them still being in university, their little home life made them truly happy.

They never thought arriving home could bring them such a feeling of joy, but it did. Everytime Aegon came home and encountered her beautiful brown eyes looking at him and her smile, he felt loved, something he hadn't ever felt before. Everytime she came back and found him there, with his beautiful sad blue eyes, she just wanted to cross the space inmediately and let her soft touch melt any sadness away.

But something had suddenly changed, Aegon would come home late, founding her already slept. She would wake up in the middle of the night, but he seemed to be so far away, perhaps drunk?, she didn't want to know the answer.

A week passed and her worries only worsen. Aegon would come in the middle of night, wouldn't talk to her, wouldn't touch her, and given their appetite for eachother, she started to think he didn't love her or like her or want her anymore... It was unbearable, so she decided she needed an explanation, before leaving.

She made her things and waited awake in the living room until Aegon came back. It was the middle of the night as Aegon walked through the door and saw her, her back was turned to him as she was sitting in the couch and her luggage was next to her in the Living room.

All these nights, some nights he drank, some nights, he didn't, but even then he just pretended to be drunk. As he saw her luggage, he knew what was coming, he already expected it, he wanted to cry right then and there, but he just pretended to be drunk and walked up to her.

-So you are leaving?- Aegon said with all the indiference he could muster. But his indiference was melting away as he saw her eyes, she had been crying.

He wanted to comfort her inmediately, but then he reminded himself that that was all he was good for, he thought he would never make her happy, not as happy as she deserved to be.

-Yes, Aeg... I'm sorry...- She tried to avoid the tears that were spilling out of her eyes- I'm sorry I couldn't help you... I just want to know why?- She couldn't avoid the tears anymore, as they were making their way trough her cheeks- I get that you... don't love me anymore... but please don't do this Aeg... you've improved so much, please don't lose yourself again...

Aegon just stood against the wall, silent, he wouldn't look her in the eye.

She couldn't believe that after all they had been trough, Aegon wouldn't even spare her a glance. She grabbed her things and make her way towards the door, but then she felt his embrace. His arms were crossed under her breast so tightly, she could barely breath, his breath grazing her neck. He wasn't drunk.

She was ready to ask him to let her go, but then she felt his tears in her neck.

-Please... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please don't leave me... - All the pain he had been holding within came to the surface as his tears started falling.

Part of her wanted to leave, but she couldn't. She loved Aegon too much, she had seen him, her Aegon and the love he had for her in his beautiful blue eyes.

-Aeg, please talk to me...

Aegon loosen his grip and she turned to face him, his beautiful blue eyes were so sad...

-I... I saw you that day, when I went to pick you up on my bike. You were smiling... you were talking to Jace and...

-Aeg, Jace is just friend... nothing ever happened between us, is that why you've been acting like this?... why?...- She felt her blood boiling and her eyes tearing up, did he truly distrust her that much?

-I... it's not that. I know you, love. It's just, I... You looked so happy smiling next to Jace and he could... he would... make you happy. He's everything i'm not... and you deserve better... It's just a matter of time before you leave... me...-His voice turning into a whisper.

She touch his cheeks and caressed the tears away.

-I love you Aegon, I love you... I just thought you didn't want me anymore...

Aegon looked her in the eyes, her broen eyed gaze melting him inside.

-I love you Y/N. I'm sorry I did all of this... I thought I could let you go, find someone better... you deserve someone better...but I can't...I love you... I need you.

-Aeg, listen to me, I love you and I won't leave you. Please don't do this ever again, just talk to me, please?

Aegon nodded and layed his head on her chest, she hugged him tightly and caressed his white blonde hair softly. His tears were spilling freely, as were hers.

-Do I make you... Happy?

-Aegon, you have made me the happiest, when you make me pancakes on sunday's mornings and you always remember to buy me honey on tuesdays on your way home or when you make sure my shoelaces are tied so i won't trip... -She wanted to stopped them but the tears kept flowing out of her eyes.

-I love you Y/N and I'll do anything to make you happy, I love you.

Aegon caressed her cheeks as he swept away her tears. He kissed her eyes and then her lips. Its was soft, tender, loving, his touch soothing her, promising her all the tenderness, love and happiness he could with each touch.

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revaliiwrites · 2 years

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Update: I am starting to finally, finally recover from being sick. I’m back to work today and still muddling through brain fog and a slight fever — I’m going to attempt to finish Chapter Four by the weekend for TGC.

#tom riddle #lee rambles #writing woes #tgc #the great conjunction #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #harry potter

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Toxic Revenge (AegonxReader)

Pairing: Aegon II x plussize!reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: smut, just pure smut.

Tags: cheating from both sides, toxic revenge cheating, mentions of infidelity, cunnilingus, thigh worship, thigh job, breast play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, body worship, edging, aegon being a total perv and you’re into it lol

Summary: You’ve recently learned that rumors about your husband, Aemond’s, infidelity are true, and you’re not happy about it. So, rather than wallow in self-pity, to take a late night visit to his brother’s chambers.

A/N: got tired of reading cheating fics and the reader doing nothing about it. Lol, also in a super TGC brain rot and horny af lately. Enjoy.

Part 2: Nameday: The Picnic

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'It pains me to inform you of another matter, my lady, but it is something that weighs heavily on my mind. Prince Aemond has recently been spending his nights with a servant woman in the castle. He has become very enamored with her, favoring her counsel over those of Ser Criston and myself. Twas only last night I caught the prince abed with the woman, tangled like two young lovers-'

You stopped reading the letter. Ser Harrold meant no harm by informing you of your husband's possible infidelity. As a knight, he took vows of honor and nobility. You supposed he wrote this to take a burden of knowledge off his shoulders. You held the scroll in your hands, reading his report from the battlefield once more. A part of you hoped it wasn't true. The thought tore your heart to shreds. You wanted to fool yourself into believing Ser Harrold harbored affection for you, hence why he'd make up such a slanderous lie. But, further proof laid in Aemond letters. You’d stupidly written to him with Ser Harrold’s accusation. You’d hoped he’d clear up the misunderstanding, but he did not. He only confirmed them.

‘Yes, I’m afraid what Ser Harrold wrote to you is true. It pains me to write this to you. You have made a strong effort for our marriage, but I do not feel the same. I have tried to love you, Y/N. You are a witty, clever, honorable woman, and any man would be lucky to have you. I tried to find some semblance of love for you, and I have, but not in the way you’d hoped. I love Alys. She understands me. She cares for me in a way no other woman has-”

You pushed the memory from your mind. The tears stung in your throat every time you thought about it.

And it angered you.

This unfaithfulness shamed your family, his family, and you. Most importantly, you. You and Aemond did not know each other well. Your wedding happened days before he set off to fight in The Riverlands. Yet, you’d believed your short courtship to be pleasant; the beginning of a blossoming romance, you’d thought. When he arrived at Storm's End on Vhagar, intimidating and mysterious, you'd been the most eager of your sisters to wed him. You didn't mind his sapphire eye, his steely stare or soft spoken voice. You liked it. When he chose you out of your sisters, you bordered between anxiousness and excitement. You recalled your heart hammering in your chest when he first spoke to you. You both stood off to the side during a feast, talking low in shadows where you’d have privacy. Nothing inappropriate happened, but you’d hoped the close proximity and slight intimacy might arouse desire in him. He didn’t seem bothered that you weren't the prettiest of your sisters, nor the skinniest. You both talked cordially, and he even laughed at your dumb jokes. Things could have been nice. It could have been good. You’d be a fool to wish for a fairy tale romance, but you’d wanted a genuine connection, at the very least.

He didn't appear to feel the same.

You hurled the letter into the nearby fire, watching the parchment curl and blacken in the flames. Images of Aemond holding some sultry, seductive, petite, woman flashed through your mind. You saw him kissing her. You saw him declaring his love for her, and having children with her. She must be special if Aemond Targaryen forsake his wedding vows for her. Hot tears blurred your eyes. What is worse is that you will be blamed for his indiscretion. Everyone will point at you and say nasty things: you're not pretty enough to tempt him or you're not worthy enough to be bedded by a prince or you're barren and therefore useless to anyone. Your worth in the world is decided by men, and they'll decide that you are the problem. Visions of your father, disappointed and shaking his head crossed your mind. It made you weep harder. You couldn’t help hating the woman you saw in the mirror..

Because your wide hips, pudgy stomach, thick thighs and arms made you stand out from your sisters, who are all tall and slim. You knew it worked against you with suitors, and you’re often a joke at court, but you take it in stride. You don’t give the laughter any satisfaction, and you used your wits to get your revenge. Having handsome, strong, tall Prince Aemond on your arm made you feel special; you felt being his wife meant you weren’t so ugly after all. Yet, now reading that Aemond entangled himself with another woman, made you rethink that entire narrative. He’d picked you because your father constantly pushed you on him, and he needed an alliance with House Baratheon. At least if he was unfaithful, people wouldn’t question why.

Aemond is allowed to cavort around with however many women he likes. You, on the other hand, are not afforded the same privilege. Should the roles be reversed, you'd be vilified. You could not stand the unfairness. Aemond could have his fun, but not you? He was allowed to break his vows, but not you? When you’d been the dutiful wife, waiting for his return and to begin a true marriage? No. You won't let him get away with it. You'd show him. You'd show him that just because he doesn’t find you attractive doesn’t mean others don’t. And you knew exactly how to hurt that inflated ego of his.

"Ada," you called to your handmaiden, wiping your cheeks and standing straight, "Fetch me a bath. Sprinkle some jasmine in there. I do love the scent.”

Ada and another handmaiden briskly acquired a hot bath, the water smelling of fine jasmine flowers and soothing to your skin. You ran the same oil through your hair, letting it loose instead of in the usual braids. You’d remembered what Aegon told you about jasmine flowers. He’d told you, lips inches from your ear, that it made you smell divine. He’d lewdly noted the scent alone, and knowing it came from you, aroused him immediately. At the time, you’d scoffed, rolled your eyes, and walked away from him, but the words lingered in your mind. Aemond never said things like that to you. Not even on your wedding night, when he’d made his first attempt at bedding you.

Thinking on that night now, you understood why he had trouble getting it hard. It made you angrier. If he thought your body disgusting, he could have said it instead of lying and saying he’d drunk too much.

Aegon’s suggestive, highly inappropriate comments did not stop at your wedding feast. Whenever within close range of you, the new king felt compelled to engage with you. He’d look over you with lustful, seductive violet eyes, and whisper something obscene in your ear.

‘I’d give up my crown if it meant I could spend a night buried between those luscious thighs of yours.’

‘My bed is quite cold these days. You’re more than welcome to warm it for me. Naked, preferably.’

‘I swear The Maiden really does live in your sighs. Let me praise her by making you sigh with my tongue.’

The comments once made your skin crawl and your stomach lurch. You thought it was incredibly disrespectful of him to flirt with his brother’s wife. Yet, as time went on and then Aemond left, those words haunted you some nights. You did once imagine the licentious, depraved, silver-haired man ripping your dress and having his way with you. You once hoped he might give into those desires and take you like a desperate, feral demon. You used to feel guilty having these thoughts, considering these things, because you were married. You had a husband whom you liked, and wanted to be closer to. Aemond showed some interest in you, so you’d hoped to make things work between you both. Reading Ser Harrold’s letter, and reading Aemond’s, you realized that was all a lie.

During your bath you pictured Aemond. You saw him in bed now with that woman, caressing and kissing her while you waited for him here at home. Your blood boiled thinking about it. He might be buried inside her at this moment. He might be spilling his seed into her; the same seed he'd spilled into you on your wedding night. It didn't take root there, but that didn't matter. Not now. Not after what you're about to do.

Or rather who.

Your handmaidens dressed you in a nightgown of baby blue silk and sheer fabric. Its plunging neckline revealed some of your chest, and the silk belt cinched your waistline. The robe you wore covered most of you, but when left loosely tied, the opening gradually parted in every step. An outfit made for getting Aegon Targaryen's attention. You dismissed your handmaidens for the night, waiting for them to leave before lighting a candle. Holding it by the base, you carefully snuck out of your bed chambers and down the hall. After becoming King, Aegon moved into his father’s old bed chamber. You thought it might be disrespectful, considering the sickly king had died there, but Aegon did not mind. Perhaps in some way, he sees bedding whores in his father’s bed as a slight to him. You slowly walked through the hallways of the holdfast, not coming across a single soul until you reached Aegon’s bedroom door. Ser Erryck stood outside, manning his post stiffly in his white Kingsguard cloak and gold armor.

“Evening, Ser Erryck,” you said, “I’ve come to see His Grace. It’s an important matter.”

“Evening, my lady,” he bowed. “Forgive me, but The King requested not to be bothered after hours.”

“I understand, but I just received word from my husband, Prince Aemond, and it simply cannot wait until morning.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He opened the door to the chambers, and spoke into the room, “The Lady Y/N Targaryen, Your Grace.”

Aegon sat slumped in a chair by the fire, gazing into the flames and downing the last of his wine cup. He looked over to Ser Erryck first, about to scold him for interrupting, before his eyes landed on you. Violet eyes stared down your body, no doubt taking in the provocative outfit you’d chosen. He put his wine cup aside, and straightened up in his seat. Wearing a nightshirt, you could see the pale body underneath through the loose neckline. Aegon did not have his brother’s strong, lean body. He appeared softer in features and muscles. You liked it. You did not feel so inferior next to Aegon. Your cheeks burned when you spotted the intrigue growing in his eyes. Especially when your robe opened oh-so slightly to show the sheer fabric underneath.

“Thank you, Ser Erryck,” Aegon nodded, “You may go.”

“As you wish, My King.”

“Good evening, Your Grace,” you said softly as Ser Erryck closed the door. “I hope you have been well.”

“It’d been a rather dreary night until you appeared,” he said, allowing you to enter the room. "Wine?” he asked, nodding to the pitcher and wine glass next to him.

“No, thank you, Your Grace,” you shook your head, coming closer and standing in front of him. The light behind you caught in your gown, showing off the curves the robe hid. “I’m afraid wine is not the reason I’m here tonight.”

“Then what is the reason for this late visit?” he asked, turning his ring around on his pinky finger thoughtfully. His eyes left your face and scanned down your body again. “Has your husband written to you?”

“I’m afraid not,” you stepped closer, the robe opening completely once you reached him. “He’s fighting in The Riverlands. I doubt he has time for me these days.”

“What a shame that is,” he said, staring at the cleavage your dress revealed. “Were I him, I would’ve taken you with me. A beauty like you shouldn’t be out of her husband’s sight for too long. Who knows what might happen when he isn’t around?”

“Perhaps we should find out, Your Grace.”

You let the robe fall from your shoulders to the ground. Aegon’s jaw dropped. Aemond never gazed at you this way when you’d offered yourself to him. He merely nodded and bid you forward. Aegon stayed glued to your body. “What did he do?” he smirked knowingly.

“Your Grace?”

“Up until this moment you’ve spurned my advances,” he said, standing from his chair. “I’ve offered myself to you multiple times, and each time you rejected me. You’ve been quite adamant that you are a married woman who will remain faithful to your husband even outside of his presence. Despite my brother showing no interest in you beyond his marital duties, you’ve stayed faithful.” He approached you, eyes now meeting yours. “He must’ve done something to bring you here so late at night, nearly naked and mouth watering.”

You never expected him to question it. You’d imagined him simply diving into it, grabbing you and kissing you hungrily. Instead, he stood sneering with amusement in his eyes. Were his advances merely jests at your expense? Was it a humiliating mistake to come here? The Seven would punish you in such a way. You’re far from their favorite devotee. “Ser Harrold wrote to me,” you admitted, “And told me that Aemond has been bedding another woman. She’s a servant woman at Harrenhal. I didn’t want to believe it, but then I asked Aemond and he…”

“And so instead of simply taking it, you’ve come to his brother’s chambers in the middle of the night as some sort of revenge act?” he guessed. He snorted, “Baratheon pride really isn’t a myth, then.”

“I have been nothing but faithful to him,” you snapped. “I’ve tried connecting with him. I tried being the good wife who loves and cherishes her husband. I only expected him to at least respect our vows rather than forsake them for some bastard whore.” The words spewed from you quickly, and it was hard to contain them.

Aegon snorted at your sudden outburst. “I’m surprised,” he said, “I didn’t think my brother had it in him. Though, this might be the only time I’m disappointed in him.” He closed the gap to inches, his eyes looking over your features as he said, “If you were my wife, I’d never want another woman again.”

“Huh, that’s quite difficult to believe.”

“Alright, alright,” he admitted, “I’d probably ogle or mentally fondle other women, but I’d never bed them…” you gasped when he wrapped an arm around you, and pressed you to him. “Not when my wife is a soft, luscious, curved beauty created by The Maiden herself just for me. I’ll confess I’m quite jealous of Aemond,” he toyed with the belt at your waist, warm fingers brushing your skin. “While I was wallowing in grief up here, he was in your bed enjoying the best parts of you.”

“Wallowing in grief, Your Grace?” you laughed at his choice of words.

“Grieving over the fact I was married to my sister and not you.”

You knew it was all bedroom flattery. He most likely did not mean a word of it, but you didn’t care. “I imagine you miss her company greatly,” you said, remembering Queen Helaena and her tragic death.

“I do. We didn’t have much in common, but she was my sister,” he sighed. “But, the Gods might take things away from us…to only put even better things in our paths.”

“Such as?” you giggled.

“Taking my wife and bringing my sister-in-law into my arms instead.” He traced the neckline of your gown, and you shuddered. “I will warn you, my lady,” he whispered between you, leaning into you, “Once I’ve had you, I’m not going to stop. My mother claims I have a rather addictive personality.”

“I can see what she means,” you replied softly, meeting him in the middle, “But perhaps I should see it for myself?”

Aegon gave another grin before finally kissing you. The taste of strongwine filled your mouth, the freshness touching your tongue as he slid inside. Aemond usually kept it stiff and chaste. Aegon easily sunk into his desires, holding you by the hips and deeply kissing you. It wasn’t unenjoyable. You liked how his soft lips pecked yours in between deep kisses; how his breath dampened your skin and tongue batted with yours with passion. Not too sloppy or sticky. You could feel his desire for you behind every kiss. It was as if he were putting it to memory, in case you should pull away and change your mind. Your hands on his shoulders, you gripped them softly and felt around to the nape of his neck. He’d bathed tonight. You could smell it on him, and inhaled it all. Fingers sliding into his silver waves and curls, you gave the roots a light tug to encourage him further.

“To my bed,” he muttered, pink lips darker from the hungry kisses. “If I’m to bed you, it’ll be somewhere comfortable and spacious.”

“Spacious?”

“So I may have you however I like,” he replied, kissing you deeply once more.

Guiding you to the large bed beside the solar, he untied your belt and casted it aside. You lifted his night shirt off his body, revealing his nakedness underneath. As you’d imagined, his overindulgence in food and wine left Aegon softer than his hardworking brother. His muscles are not as defined as Aemond’s, yet you still saw them in the natural lines of his body. You liked it. Removing your nightgown in a fluid motion, he pushed you to the bed and gazed down at you. You looked away shyly for a moment. Nobody ever stared at you how Aegon did right now. Not even Aemond. With your husband, it was often in semi-darkness where he did not have to look at you. Aegon soaked in your figure in the dim lighting from the fireplace and from the open window nearby. You noticed his cock twitch between his legs, and felt your sex immediately pulse.

You jumped at the sudden touch of his hands on your knees, keeping them spread so you’re fully exposed to him. Feeling so vulnerable to your husband’s brother excited you more than worried you. Aegon stared down at your center, licking his lips, before looking up to your breasts. You gazed at him in return. You saw his torso, his narrow hips and soft thighs; his cock was bigger than you’d expected. You often joked he must have a small cock if he has to pay for sex, but it appeared the opposite. You bit your lower lip imagining it inside you. Aemond had a nice one too, definitely worth it, but he seemed to want it elsewhere instead of in you.

“Are you only going to stare?” you asked in a giggle.

“Forgive me,” he breathed, hands running down your thighs to your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze that made you shudder. “I have longed for this moment for ages,” he said, “I want to savor every moment before the night is done.”

His hands left your thighs for your stomach, his body leaning forward as he felt up your body. He stopped at your breasts, and your clit throbbed again. You watched Aegon cup both breasts delicately, taking in their suppleness and hardening nipples. The pads of his thumbs rolled over the center of each nipple, causing you to shiver from the small spark of pleasure. His eyes locked with yours as he kissed one of them, pleased with your reaction he did the same to the other. Gripping one of them to pinch your nipple, he licked a small strip up the opposite side. The tip of his tongue slowly swirled around it before finally his lips sucking on it gently. The sensations traveled down your body to your center, which started to dampen from his touch. He repeated the action again, letting the flat of his tongue cup it before he sucked. He then kissed his way to the other side, doing the same there until you whimpered. His pinching fingers rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He kissed all around your breasts. He occasionally nibbled on the flesh to hear you whimper from the action.

“Oh, those sweet little moans,” he mumbled, dotting kisses up your chest to your neck. He let his weight settle on top of you, his warm cock pressing to your pussy. “I could listen to you whimper and moan forever.”

“Aegon,” you gasped when he grinded his hips into you.

“Say my name again,” he whispered in your ear, “Say it just like that.”

He continued grinding into you, and you continued muttering his name. His shaft pressed against your soaked sex, using your juices to slicken himself. Aegon kept you close as he kissed you again. Mixtures of mumbles and moans filled the space in the bed. He continued groping your breasts and rubbing your nipples since you’d given away your pleasure at it. Aemond was nothing compared to this; he never pleasured you this way. He’d done the bare minimum to finish the job. Aegon spent ages kissing and caressing your body. Your excitement built up when he started going downwards. He did not skip over anything. He pressed his lips to the rolls of your stomach, and wide hips. He lingered at your inner thighs, biting and kissing each side as he continued smoothing his hands over you. Your arousal grew feeling his mouth move closer to your core. You’d never had anyone there before. Aemond only touched there. So, when Aegon briefly kissed the velvety folds of your sex, it was entirely unknown to you.

He was not hasty. Aegon kept the pace slow as he kissed up and down the slit of your opening. He let his tongue naturally spread the lips over time, simply sliding on them until your body let him in. You kept your grip on the bed as each lick made you want even more of him. Soon, Aegon spread your legs further apart, hands underneath your thighs and mouth cupping your hardened clit. You could feel exactly where his tongue was, sliding around the hood and underside in gentle swirls and flicks on your pussy. His growls and groans vibrated against you lightly, and you bit your bottom lip when he did it particularly hard. Your back arched up from the bed when he quickly lapped his tongue across your clit and had your eyes falling shut to soak in the sensations. He went deeper into your center as he poked his tongue inside you. You buried your hands into his hair to keep him there and let you grind into his face. Aegon did not protest, staying still to let you enjoy his tongue. Aemond was nothing like this. Not at all. You could become quite addicted to it.

“I’m going to guess my brother’s never tasted you before?” he could see him smirking as he rapidly swiped your pussy folds.

“No,” you breathed. “Not once.”

“What a shame,” he said, using his thumbs to spread your lips and attack your clit directly. “I’m certainly enjoying your sweet taste. I cannot get enough.” When you brought him back onto you, he chuckled, “And it seems you cannot either.”

“It feels so good.”

To be honest, you thought he’d be terrible. The quality of the sex had not entirely mattered to you; the act alone would’ve been enough for you. But, you were pleasantly surprised. Eventually, he went back up your body, his hand replacing his tongue and focusing on your wet pussy. He kissed you deeply once more, and you whimpered into it.

“I could do this all night,” he muttered, slipping two fingers against your entrance. Your hole fluttered at their touch as if it needed to be filled by them. “Should I, my lady? Should we lay here like this? My hand and mouth on your sweet cunt while you lay on the verge of an orgasm the rest of the evening?” He pressed the fingertips to your entrance once more, and let his thumb brush on your sensitive clit. “It’s a very tempting thought.”

“Aegon, please…”

“Please what?”

“Put them inside me,” you begged. You grind your hips to his hand, “Please, fill me and make me cum. Please.”

He groaned at your pleas, whirling his thumb and making you moan loudly. “Keep begging,” he grunted, continuing the torturous action. “I want to hear my brother’s gorgeous wife begging for me and my fingers.”

“Fuck, Aegon, enough with the games,” you pleaded. “You’ve always wanted me. Now you have me, and you won’t fuck me into your mattress?”

“Oh, I certainly will,” he kissed your nipple, adding to the pleasure burning in your loins. “But, I’m going to make you beg first.”

You whined feeling his fingers continue circling your pussy. You clung onto him as the teasing went further, gripping his shoulders until your nails dug into his skin. This only amused him. Aegon kissed you whenever you became too loud, and stopped his teasing whenever he sensed an orgasm. You worried he might actually do this the entire night; he might never let you finish or push his fingers inside you.

“Aegon, please,” you moaned, “Please, put them inside me. I want to cum all over them; I want you to do things to me that your brother could never do. I need it so badly. I’ve wanted it. Please.”

He chuckled, “That’s what I like to hear.”

“He doesn’t make me feel like this. He could never make me feel like this,” you whined. “Please, Aegon. Fuck me. Fuck me how you’ve promised every time you approached me.”

At this, he finally sunk his fingers inside you. Both middle and ring fingers slipped fully into you; his palm pressed up to your clit, pushing and tapping on it while he fingered you. It sent you into an entirely new wave of euphoria. You held onto him as his fingers found a spot that made you squeal into his shoulder. Soon, your entire body trembled and shook underneath him. Aegon withdrew his fingers right as your orgasm arrived, and quickly sheathed his cock all the way. Having him stretching and stuffing you so easily elevated your orgasm. Aegon did not start off slow. He was not gentle or soft, which you loved. Pinning your wrists to your chest, he slammed his hips into yours over and over as you rode out your climax. Your entire body constricted, and you became numb to every sensation around you.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Aegon panted as you finally came down from your high. “Not at all.”

Despite the satisfaction, you wanted more. It’d been so long since anyone touched you at all, let alone like this. You scooted further up the bed so Aegon could kneel between your thighs. Lifting your legs to one shoulder and holding you by the knees, Aegon slipped his cock between your squished thighs. You moaned at the thick shaft sliding over your stimulated pussy steadily. It split open your folds once more and the thick vein underneath grazed your clitoris each time. The stickiness spread all over your inner thighs and made a faint squelching sound in every thrust. The obscene sounds aroused you further. Aegon showed his appreciation for your thighs by gripping and grabbing handfuls and holding onto them. His head fell backwards in pleasure, huffing and whimpering pathetically at his rutting. You purposefully squeezed your thighs around him, crossing your ankles over his shoulder to keep him locked inside them. Aegon reached forward to grope your breasts again. It was like a teenager humping a pillow.

“Do you only plan to stuff yourself between my thighs?” you chuckled breathily.

“I couldn’t resist the temptation,” he laughed in a moan. “I love them. I wish you’d walk around naked simply so I may see them whenever I please.”

“You’re The King, Your Grace,” you said in a sultry tone. “You’re allowed to see whatever it is you want to see.”

“And now I want to see your ass. Flip over. Now.”

You did as told, and rolled over. Ass up in the air, face in the messy tangle of sheets, you couldn’t help pushing your hips towards him. A sharp smack to one buttock made you yelp and then giggle from the naughtiness of it all. Aegon spanked your bottom a few more times as he slipped himself back inside you. Keeping you down to the bed with one hand, he smacked both sides of your ass and occasionally your pussy. The light stinging didn’t distract from your new flow of arousal at all. It added onto it. Once your bottom burned from the repeated smacks, Aegon shoved himself back into you. You both groaned in relief, your bodies finally connected again. Hands grabbing onto your hips, Aegon bottomed up into you over and over. His tip brushing your insides again made your eyes roll back. You never thought it’d be this good. You wanted him to keep going even if he stopped. This time, he started gradually though you wished he’d keep the same flow as before. He kept a gentle pace in every thrust, and it drove you nearly feral.

“Aegon,” you whimpered, pushing into his hips so your bodies smacked together, “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

“Fuck you, eh?” he chuckled, planting himself firmly behind you as he said it. Soon, he began pounding you, making your body jiggle and ripple in every thrust. “Is this what you want? Huh? Is that how you want it?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

You were positive that poor Ser Erryck must hear you from outside. Good. You wanted him to hear it, so then he tells everyone what he heard. Aegon kept the fast pace for as long as his body allowed, occasionally stopping for a breath before continuing. You never wanted him to stop. Soon, your next climax came burning hot inside you. It shot up through you, squeezing your eyes tight and clenching your jaw as you grunted.

Hearing Aegon’s heavy breaths, his sporadic thrusting told you he was near. You helped him ride through it by bouncing in time with him. Despite the burning in your thighs, knees, and arms, you kept going until you felt him grip you tighter than before. Hot cum shot over your walls as Aegon finally finished within you. He kept himself buried to the hilt, whining and whimpering your name. The logical side of you knew this was wrong, but the pleasure outweighed sense.

Aegon rested on top of you, arms around your waist and lips pecking your shoulder. You both laid there for a moment to collect yourselves before Aegon slid off you. In the glow of your orgasm, you couldn’t find it in you to feel any shame. You turned your head to see Aegon beside you. Sweaty, panting, with flushed cheeks, it was an image you could get used to. He felt you staring at him, and looked over at you.

“Is it what you hoped for?” you asked him.

“So much more than what I hoped for,” he laughed in a breath. “So much more. My brother is a lucky man.”

“If he cared about that, anyways.”

“Well, if my brother won’t satisfy his wife,” Aegon rolled onto his side and pecked your lips, “It looks like I’ll have to step in for him.”

“I certainly don't object to it.”

He smiled and kissed you once more. You stayed in Aegon’s bed that night. You knew word will carry around the keep eventually, and you hoped it did. People knew about Aemond and his servant woman. People will know about you and The King. You hoped Aemond heard about it, and was as hurt by it as you’d been. He cannot shame you and not expect you to do anything about it.

You rested in Aegon’s arms with the knowledge that at least someone desires you, even if it is Aegon.

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Someone Special(TGC)

Tom Glynn- Carney x reader(one sided)

Summary- you have always had problems trying to find someone who would like you back, love you... and you thought that was Tom

Warnings- Angsttt, unrequited love, depression, panic attacks,

Tom Glynn- Carney. The name alone made you swoon. It was the name of your best friend, the one you swore not to fall in love with.

But it was hard not too.

He was so charming, a great listener, gives amazing advice, handsome, and on top of it all he truly helped you with all the things you went through. With relationships, family, friends in general.

Your depression got bad once, even anxiety built up. He's the one who pulled you out of the situation. When you had a panic attack he’d pull you somewhere quiet and away from people and rock you back and forth. He even who took you to get a dog who would slowly be trained into a service dog. Luna, she was truly a life saver.

As the weeks, months, and years went by. You slowly felt a shift in your friendship. The longing stares, the lingering hugs, the holding your hand for too long. Maybe it was all in your head, but what if it wasn’t.

What if the man you love, loved you back?

You now had to build the courage to tell him. Its taken longer than usual since almost all your experiences with confessing your feelings towards someone didn’t end well for you. But this time it was going to be different, you were sure of it.

You found Tom in his tent , he was going over his lines.

“Hey.” Tom looked up and smile broke out on his face making your heart flutter and stomach jump.

“Hey, are you leaving?”

“Um yeah but I have to talk to you first.” You left out a nervous chuckle and could already feel your hands shake and heart start to race. Luna sat down next to you and dig her nose under your hand. Tom looked down at her and raised an eyebrow, knowing all of Lunas signs.

“You’re nervous, are you okay? Do you need to sit?”

“No im okay, but I guess I’ll just say it uh, Tom you’ve made me a better person, you helped me a lot and I thank you everyday so Tom, I really love you.”

The silence that followed was nerve wracking as he took in the information.

“Y/n.” He paused and passed his hand through his hair. “I-I have a girlfriend.”

Your chest instantly tightened and you grabbed at it.

“What?” Your lips quivered and Luna started whimpering.

“I’ve had a girlfriend for almost two years.” You looked at him in shock and started back up. Luna stood up on her kegs and leaned against you, a signal to try and get you to sit down.

“W-Why didn’t y-you tell me?”

“Y/n sit down.” He took a step forward and reached out but you shook your head.

“D-Don’t.” You were starting to hyperventilate and get dizzy. This was how it was supposed to go. Your eyes got blurry as a flow of tears ran down your cheeks. You sat yourself down on the floor and started sobbing.

Tom dropped to his knees in front of you. His heart hurt at hearing you struggle. He didn’t expect what you said, he had to come up with a quick way to let your down. You were gasping for air, sobbing and rocking back and forth with your head in your knees. Luna was almost crying to, trying to push into your lap.

“Y/n breathe.” He gently placed his hand on your back and rubbed up and down. You tried to get his hand off but he just kept his movements.

It took a few minutes before it passed. Tom grabbed a water and handed it to you. You almost drank the whole thing before setting it down and taking a deep breath. Tom sat back on his heels and placed his hands on his thighs.

“I- I should’ve- should’ve told you about her not-.” He was cut off by you slapping you hands on your ears and shaking your head.

“N-No I don’t want to hear it.”

“Lets just talk.”

“I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU!” You screamed and pushed away from him to stand up wobbly. Tom was shocked by your outburst, the situation bringing tears to his eyes. “Im going home.” You grabbed Lunas leash and turned to leave but tom grabbed your hand and stood up.

“You can’t drive like this, let me take you home.”

“No- I cant- I cant be near you.” Your voice broke and you ripped your hand out of his. You walked out the tent with Tom in tow trying to reason with you. When you made it to the parking lot you immediately let Luna in the car and walked to the drivers side.

“You’re in no state to drive, you can crash.” You ignored him and shut the door and started the car. Tom stepped back as you sped off, only thing he could do was watch.

Tom sent a few messages but received no answers. He told himself you just needed some space, he’s usually patient but he just couldn’t be this time. So he went to your house and knocked.

“Y/n its me.” There were noises coming from inside and shuffles of feet that slowly got closer. The door clicked and it opened revealing you, puffy face and eyes.

“Yes?” It came out raspy.

“Are you okay? Can I come in?” He reached down but you shook your head and closed the door slightly.

“I thought it was going to be different.” He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I thought I had finally found someone who loved me back.”

“But I do love you.”

“No you don’t, not the way I wish you did. I want to be the one to hold your hand, kiss you, wake up next to you, be the first person you think about.”

“I should’ve told you, then this wouldn’t happen, im sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for being in a relationship, I mean two years, I never had a chance.” You tried to close the door but he stopped you.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends?”

“That’s exactly what it fucking means, I can’t be just friends with you anymore. This has happened to me enough to know to not stay friends it just makes everything worse.”

“You’re my bestfriend.”

“Leave me alone Tom, don’t call me, don’t text me. I need time to myself. Just go back to her. Go be happy.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Bye.” The door shut and the locks all clicked, leaving Tom to stand there is disbelief.

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omg i keep seeing tgc x sunshine reader but i love your writing style so how do you see/write it?

this is a great question so im gonna answert cuz ya.. honestly for my writing theme, i just seperate alot of my texts / paragrpahs with either **** or if im feeling a bit qesthetic ill seperate it woth like symbols that u see in some of my other stories, but for my writing in general ive been writing like most pf my life.. like fanfics and shit in 6th grade, like not even kidding (idk why i admitted that but ya), so i usaully try to like go to a 3rd pov but sometimes u can like go into one if the pthers povs like y/n or the oc or like idk another member, cuz if ur writing a fanfic u should add another pov not just the reader cuz yk it adds alot 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, but yeah.. so the main thing is a topic and or who you sre writing on, if you wanna write like how i do you can just put a dpace and have the name inset later,u gotta get them before u start writing cuz it sucks tryna figure out after u written (atleast fir me idk) so FIGURE OUT UR CHARACTERS AND OR PERSON FIRST !!! vut ya thats pretty much it, use tags to get more attention nd ya ur pretty mich done 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Birthdays

Harry Hart x Reader Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1060 (see what I did there ;) ) A/N: So, some glitch happened, the draft I saved on my laptop using Chrome got its content erased when I posted it using my phone at about 12mn. My stupid ass made no back-ups because I never had a problem with Tumblr before, but thank God Microsoft Word saved me with its awesome features. I rushed this fic in time for Colin Firth’s birthday, and I can say with absolute confidence that this is not one of my best works. But I still hope you guys will enjoy reading this. I started writing this last year, it was just sitting in my drafts, collecting dust, until yesterday. It’s not everyday that Colin turns 60, so I wanted to do something. In this fic, imagine Arthur’s Sir Giles, the one from TGC, because he seems pretty chill. And one last thing, if you’re on Twitter, I hope you join in on making Colin Firth a Trending Topic on his birthday (September 10), and you can also use the #ColinFirthSweetSixty. Stay safe everyone!

As a spy, giving up a normal life is mandatory. One is expected to have little to no ties outside of the agency. Human connection could be a weakness when you are in this line of job, and weaknesses are bad for business. It’s just the safety of the world that depends on the quality of Kingsman's business.

Which explains how Harry Hart was never fond of celebrating his birthday. And he’s still partial to this when you came along.

From what he told you, Harry last celebrated his birthday when he was a teen, before he joined the military. Since then, he only gets a call from his mother on his birthdays and spends an hour or two with Merlin and James, former Lancelot, may he rest in peace, having drinks if they weren’t sent on missions.

Today, you asked Arthur if you could take an early day off at work. There's not much to do, and mainly because you had planned something for Harry's birthday.

It was a slow day. Out of boredom, you decided to stop by Merlin's office and ask if you could help him with anything today.

"Hey Merlin!" The wizard peeled away from the screen to look at you. "Percival, what brings ye here?" He asked. "Anything interesting happening?" Instead of answering his question, you also asked him one too. "Nah, everything seems to be good." "So, no missions for us?" You inquired, to which Merlin chuckled. "Do ye really want that?" "It's in the job description, isn't it?" You said as a matter-of-factly. Which prompted Merlin to ask you again. "You sure ye really want to go on a mission today?" The answer to that is a no, of course, but you decided to keep that to yourself. "I did ask for an early off, but I'm bored." "Right, how 'bout this? Your mission today is to pick up Harry's cake on the bakery just around the corner from the shop." "Oh, baking isn't in the skillset of our resident wizard?" "Unfortunately, no, but maybe you already have one prepared?" Your smart-ass mouth might get you in trouble just about now. "Excuse me?" You raised your eyebrow at his question. He just laughed, he handed you the receipt, and sent you on your way.

You and Harry have been dating for months now. You both decided to keep the relationship a secret in order to avoid complications at work. And that conversation with Merlin implied that he might have an idea that you and Harry are dating. What he actually knows, you’re not sure. Asking any further about what he meant would only confirm whatever he thinks, and that’s the last thing you want to do right now.

You didn't tell Harry you were taking an early day off today; the original plan was to stay at your flat and cook dinner together after work. But you wanted to do something more, you want to spoil your man on his birthday.

Merlin picked a simple but large chocolate cake, enough for everyone at the HQ to share. Just as you arrived back in HQ, Eggsy sent you a message through the glasses saying he already got the gift.

To avoid suspicions, you decided to pitch-in on Eggsy's gift for Harry. He insisted that you guys get Harry a ridiculously large, 3-D butterfly painting so he had it commissioned. Then you and Eggsy started to put up the banners in the dining room. Harry was probably busy with paper works in his office. At work, you both try to keep your interactions at a minimum, as it seems impossible to stay in one room together alone without making out.

The afternoon meeting that Arthur called in for was actually for Harry’s birthday surprise at work. This kind of surprises at Kingsman only started when the younger agents joined the table. Fortunately, Arthur was on board and open to new traditions.

On the way home, you picked up a good wine and few other things you're going to need for tonight. Once you arrived, you immediately started prepare for cooking dinner. You can do a decent meal, but Harry’s still the best cook out of the two of you. You texted him a message saying you’ve already done the groceries, so he’d just go straight to your place once he clocked out of work.

When Harry arrived, the table was already set. He was taking off his suit jacket as he walked to the dining room to start cooking when he saw everything’s already done. You could see that he was genuinely surprised and delighted.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, love.” And you planted a kiss on his cheeks.

After dinner, the two of you sat on your sofa, your head leaning against his chest. The two of you sat in silence in each other’s presence, drinking wine. Yes, you two are staying at your flat tonight, but this, this is home.

"Y/N, remember when I told you that I never liked celebrating my birthday? I somehow still don’t.” You looked up at him. “But not in a bad way. My birthday reminds me of how old I am. How much older I am compared to you.” You smiled at him. “You know that that never bothers me, right? Starting this year, you never have to worry about that. We’ll celebrate your birthday, even if we’re sent on missions. See, without your birthday I would probably be a lonely old maid.” He chuckled. “We both know that’s not true. You’re not old, not yet anyway, and I happen to know a list of men who would court you if they’re given the chance.” “Oh, are you jealous?” “It was my chest you were leaning against earlier, so no.” That’s good to know, you never want him to be jealous, or even give him reasons to.

“Harry, I know you’re not a huge fan of sweets. But I made dessert.” You stood up from the sofa. “I’m a huge fan of anything you make. But I told you, you didn't have to do anything. Having you in my life is already a gift." And if it was possible to love this man so much more, you just did.

“I just wanted to spoil you on your birthday.” “Any more surprises for tonight?” Harry asked “Maybe.” And you winked

#Harry Hart x Reader #Kingsman Imagine #Kingsman Fan Fics #Colin Firth #Colin Firth Sweet Sixty #Happy Birthday Colin Andrew Firth #The Love of my Life

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alastrrz · 2 months

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headcannons for getting drunk with tgc?

like how high their tolerance to alcohol is,

what they usually have,

and stuff similar?

ignore my 'ideas' if you dont wanna do them <3

🫧 anon

absolutely!! i love making hcs like this (i also won't be including larry bc he isn't of legal age to drink :P)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 drunk ; tgc boys

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genre/type: fluff/humor, headcanons

read below!

ISAAC;

absolute unbeatable tolerance. insane tolerance. dude can take 6 shots of everclear and still walk a straight line.

you've only seen isaac blackout ONCE, and it was complete accident. you hadn't seen isaac drinking that much, but he was actually borderline drunk. he asked you in a pretty sober sounding voice, "how many drinks have i had? should i stop?" you say, "i've only seen you take like 2 shots. drink some more!"

horrible move. he blacked out and also woke up with the world's worst hangover.

ever since then though, his tolerance, like i said, is rock solid.

he likes the classic drinks, so i'd say he likes a good screwdriver.

super clingy and COCKY when he's drunk.

drowning you in kisses and hugs, and he goes, "babe, i'm soooo hot. i'm soooo hot and sexy.."

"sure you are."

your two options are to kill his ego or boost it, but it kills you too much to deflate his ego.

"how cocky was i last night?"

"yeah."

TANNER;

moderately normal tolerance, maybe a TINY bit lower than the average person in their mid-20's.

like, if we're measuring in shots of vodka again, like 4 1/2 shots he'd be gone. not black out gone, but "i'm gonna talk about every celebrity i could probably pull" gone.

he's such a YAPPER when he's drunk dude.

will probably do the trend of writing fake band names to try and make you laugh

he's dancing around to loud ass music in the kitchen, invites you to dance with him, he immediately starts shoving himself against you

he won't shut up about how much he loves you

he's definitely got his head in your lap and he's making you play with his hair and listen to him talk

however you have to stop him talking at a certain point, because he'll just start having a crisis and making himself sad.

he's never blacked out, but he has terrible hangovers.

favorite drink? he strikes me as a daiquiri kinda guy. he'd love them.

but if it's more casual drinking at home, he's happy with some soju.

NICK;

literally AVERAGE tolerance.

about 2-3 shots of vodka has him tipsy, 4-6 has him drunk, and don't give him more than 8, he might start drunkenly making an album.

he's not a clear liquor guy, he prefers browns like brandy or scotch.

there is almost ALWAYS a bottle of whiskey in the fridge for nick, he never runs out.

he drinks regularly, but he doesn't HEAVILY drink on those nights.

he's super sleepy when he's drunk. he could literally fall asleep anywhere if given the opportunity

he could be laying on the floor to "stretch his back" he's asleep 10 minutes later

you have to carry this dude to bed (and if you can't do it alone, isaac helps you)

like i said he prefers drinking brown liquors, so i think he'd maybe like a tequila sunrise or just straight whiskey

BLAKE;

"i have a ROCK SOLID tolerance!" dead in 3 shots. don't listen to him lie to you

every time you and the guys go out for dinner at like chilis or something, blake orders a margarita and everyone sighs in unison

the margarita gets him on the verge of drunk. just a little past tipsy.

he can HARDLY casually drink with anyone because his tolerance is just THAT bad

you constantly pick at him for it but he's just accepted it at this point

he's so SILLY when he's drunk man

cracking jokes that do NOT land at all and are not funny unless he's talking to a bunch of drunk people

"so the.. uh.. what? yeah.. uh.."

he suddenly forgets english

he can barely formulate a SINGLE sentence and he's basically speaking in mumbles

he's like speaking in fancy or speaking in riddles like a troll under the bridge or some shit

you have to baby him while he's drunk or he won't know what the hell is going on

i think he honestly.. just likes whatever he can get his hands on.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 7 months

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Lactation kink aegon? You can add this into any other plot but I just need more of this 😚

aegon x lactation kink has me crying, (s)creaming, throwing up!!!!

Wet Dreams

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x WetNurse!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,661.

WARNINGS: wet nurse references, breastfeeding, mentions of an affair, lactation kink, Daddy kink, degradation kink, female receiving (fingering), breast play, swearing.

A/N - I kind of went feral, this was meant to be a very small blurb... whoops!

Since the royal twin heirs, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, had been born lively to King Aegon, the Second of his Name and his sister-wife, Queen Helaena, the realm had rejoiced in joy and excitement. Gratefully appointed by the Dowager Queen herself, to be a fellow wet nurse for the twins, following the ancestral footsteps of your mother, who nursed Laena and Laenor Velaryon, and your grandmother before who nursed the many royal offspring of the Old King and his Good Queen wife, before being relieved of their duties.

You were quite younger than your predecessors when being anointed as a fellow wet nurse, however, Queen Alicent saw it fit that the younger the woman in the peak of her youthful maidenhood, would in return have the better production of the milk. Trusting that it was naturally in your genes to produce. Not to mention, you would be relative for quite some time to the royal couple, starting off in your young adulthood.

Nonetheless, as the twins grew familiar around your tits, latching on more comfortably, their repetitive suckling motions began to show results. Your tits had swollen abundantly with milk in vast supply, often at times leaking, if they were not in use. You were relieved from the burden, as was the Dowager Queen and her beloved daughter, satisfied with your loyal services... And yet it seemed that you had caught the lurking eyes of the King himself.

From time to time, when Helaena had delivered or called upon for your presence to nurse her newborns, Aegon remained solemnly distant in the background, yet ever so present. Never uttering a word, nor showing an ounce of acknowledgement for the intimate yet crucial service you provided to his children, and yet, his violet eyes would loosely ponder over you. Whenever you meekly entered their chambers, your eyes would inevitably meet in mutual focus, before forcing to resume your undivided attention unto the newborn babes. At one point, he was so drawn to your readiness to provide for his children, mindlessly caught in his own, unfathomable thoughts, that it took his sister-wife to hastily tug on his arm, harshly pulling him away to be drawn back to reality.

Having grown accustomed to his children's feeding times, he knew that you would reliably arrive on time in the early morrow, to feed the babes, whilst their mother and the rest of the royal family would attend their own breakfast feasts.

And he remarkably knew this would be the perfect time to strike...

Just as you faintly swayed and nestled little Jaehaera back into her crib residing with her asleep elder, the sudden knock on the door startled you vividly. As you hastily turned towards the direction of the abrupt sound, so anxious that the children did not stir awake, as your focus reluctantly panned from them still deep in slumber, did you meet the familiar, unnerving gaze of Aegon.

"M-My King, th-the babes have just been fed and put to bed. Queen Helaena is not here, I-I can fetch her for you, i-if you wish-"

Aegon remained dead silent, only taking a few slow paces towards your rigid state in front of the cribs, only inches apart before having the decency to respond.

"I have no need for my sister. Nor do I intend to wake the babes... I am here for one other matter, that is," He lowly uttered, his voice deep yet clear and stern, those formidable violet eyes tainted over you, lingering from head to toe and back.

"Mayhaps, I-I can help you, your Grace," You anxiously stutter: yet a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach began to churn, the feeling gradually extending between your inner thighs, that began to intensely throb, each passing minute the King blessed you with his attention.

"In fact you can... Get on the bed."

His serious tone was cold, you obeyed the command as you obeyed all your previous doings, and yet, this was one that should not have been taken lightly. Glancing at the sleeping babes one last time before the frame of the crib hid their tiny bodies, some comfort was provided knowing they remained peacefully unstirred in a deep slumber. The voice of their father not stirring them awake, even though Aegon spoke an octave above a whisper.

Following you closely behind, you could almost sense him inhaling your natural scent, sensing the fear oozing from your every fibre.

"Lay down," He further instructed, as you continued without hesitation in abiding by your Grace's honour. How could you defy the King? The consequences would have been detrimental, even so, fatal, to your very unimpressive existence...

Making yourself somewhat comfortable, despite the tension in your body from the uneasiness of the situation, Aegon knelt above you, each thigh in level just below your waistline as his knees sturdily supported him, his large hands began to snake their way up towards your body. Heavily breathing, the tight fabric felt suffocating, as you felt the foreign touch of his hands gliding over your body frame, gently tracing over the curves of your waistline, up until it reached your ample bosom.

"Hmm-" As the grazing touch of his soft lips glazed over the skin of your cleavage, you swore you could feel the ripples of his deep growl vibrating over you.

"So these are the fruitful gifts the Gods have blessed you with, that feed my very babes. Fuck, how I have been envious of my own seed-" Aegon lustfully whispered, with each breath taken and word spoken, his eager mouth latched to your skin, suckling leaving a moist trail of his trace over you.

"How they cry for your tits day and night. How they suck on these, taking in your taste with every mouthful. Favouring each swallow... Now it's my turn."

The foreign feeling of Aegon's thick, probing cock pressing down against you, just directly above the clothed entrance of your cunt, sent an exhilarating thrill through the entirety of your body, stemming from between your thighs. You had never truly been with a man before, let alone, your first being with the King himself. Nonetheless, you naturally dismissed all self-control, moaning and whimpering for Aegon's touch and more, your eager sounds brewing, louder in volume.

"Shush, shush, my pretty whore. My babes are fast asleep, perhaps milk drunk from you. We must keep quiet, nonetheless."

Instinctively, despite your mind pathetically trying to fight against the urge, you felt yourself keen for more. Hips lifting forwards, burying his stiff, pulsating cock further down into you. Immediately noticing your advances, you felt Aegon's hand reaching beneath, hastily pulling your gown length up, as his rough fingers sneaked tugging beneath your undergarments, teasing your silky folds.

"It seems someone is needy for their King... Have you been desperate for me, my pretty whore? Want Daddy to spoil you too, huh?"

"Y-Yes-" Breathless and yet inclined, your mind a haze, you shut your eyes closer, as Aegon's fingers delve deeper between your velvet folds, his fingers moving in slow, sensual motions stretching you out.

"My pretty whore, gonna be such a good girl for Daddy, yes? Gonna take good care of me, just like you care for my babes, hmm."

"Y-Yes Daddy."

His low, growling chuckle reverberating from his throat, was soon interrupted, as those violet eyes once more fixated firmly on your bosom, tutting at the sheer sight before him.

"Look at you, so fucking full of that sweet, sweet milk, you are practically leaking through your clothes, angel. Have my babes not drunk their full? Not taking advantage as their father would. Mayhaps, your needy body is producing ample supply for my take now."

His hand that had been eagerly venturing between your innocent walls, sprung free, as he began to unloosen the strings of your gown at front, ripping apart the fabric to expose your sensitive, swollen tits.

The appetising sight, nipples red and raw from feeding his babes, oozing with a white, milky substance that drizzles across your stretched skin. His thumb grazing and flicking over it was enough to make you moan in an agonising excitement, back arching hopelessly sulking for more.

"Look at the fucking mess you have made, and in front of your King. Have you no shame, whore? Need Daddy to make you feel better, want me to ease the pain, hmm? All you need to do is ask with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Uhh- Y-Yes, Daddy. P-Please, I'm s-so fucking full."

A growling groan echoed through his throat, before his mouth keenly opened, latching over one tit, as his hand massaged the flesh of your breast. Alongside his suckling movements with the kneading motions, the milk poured lusciously into his mouth, harsher and hastier than the babes, his mouthful took more, as his breathing hastened, his broad chest heaving deeper.

"Mhmm, hmm-" Once more that same hand found its way impressively down to your wet cunt, shoving his thick digits deeply inside, as he began to pump his hand backwards and forwards, almost in rhythm with each sucking motion. His tongue swirled over your nipple, causing you to convulse and jerk beneath him from the tenderness.

"Fuck, you taste divine... My babes are truly spoiled and will grow healthily with your milk. Now I know why they cry for these ardently-"

"It-It is my duty, your Grace. B-But it is my honour, to f-feed my King w-whenever your Grace n-needs me."

"That's right, whore... At my beckon call now. Perhaps I may fuck some bastards into my pretty whore's cunt, keep her filled so these tits keep swelling with milk, leaking for Daddy to relieve."

The milk dribbling off his soft lips was enough to send you into an oblivion, as his tongue hungrily lapped the substance lingering over, before it could trickle down.

"Y-Yes, Daddy. W-Whatever you see fit."

"Good girl, my good whore... So obedient for Daddy, we are going to have fun, indeed..."

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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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mad-ramblings · 6 years

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Remember Me

Anon Request: Harry Hart x wife reader where he doesn’t remember her when he got shot and she tries to jog his memory but it doesn’t work at first but then he falls in love with her anyway the remembers.

A/N: This. This request is what I’ve been waiting for. I have seen so many fics like this and I am ready to join the ranks of authors who have written them. There is one little piece of background information I will give and that is that the reader still lives in what I have dubbed the Galahad house (where Harry lived in the first movie, Eggsy in the second). The reader still lives there and has the room that she and Harry shared while Eggsy and Tilde have the very nice guest room because let’s be honest, I don’t think Eggsy would be comfortable sleeping in his dead mentor’s bed. Well, with that being said, enjoy!

Warnings: Angst?, TGC spoilers, I think that’s it

Word Count: 2,752

“I’ll only be gone a few days, darling. A week at most, I promise.” Harry said holding onto his wife’s hands.

She sighed in defeat knowing there was no way she could get him to give the mission to somebody else. “Alright Harry. Just as long as you come back to me.”

He smiled at her and gently kissed her cheek. “I always do, darling.”

(Y/n) opened her eyes and saw the empty bed beside her. For what felt like the millionth time, her heart sank. Harry never did come back to her. She had watched with Eggsy as Valentine had shot him in the head. She didn’t scream or flail about, she had to keep a stiff upper lip like Harry would have wanted her to. That was until the funeral. Standing there by an empty casket, her wedding ring on a chain with a Kingsman medal beside it, she let the tears pour down her face.

It had been roughly a year since V-Day and (Y/n) tried her hardest to move on, but to no avail. As she looked at the empty side of the bed she sighed. She may feel like her life had lost purpose, but she still had to carry on for that is the Kingsman way. She threw the sheets off of herself and began her morning routine.

As she made her way down the stairs she saw Tilde talking to Eggsy about how her father was very particular about table manners. “I’ve got that shit on lock. I know what every one of them knives and forks are for.” Tilde gave a little laugh as Eggsy turned and saw you. “You can vouch for me, can’t you (Y/n)?” He asked, the smile he gave not reaching his eyes. They both thought back to the day when Harry and herself had taught Eggsy every last thing about proper dining etiquette.

(Y/n) gave a small smile and said, “Yeah. I never would have thought that the royalty bit would have been important.” She blinked a few times, trying to hold back her tears. “Harry would have been chuffed.” She looked away from the both of them and walked out the door to go to work.

(Y/n) shut the door to her vacant home. Eggsy was off having dinner with Tilde’s family so she was alone. She went and made a cup of tea and started to wonder upstairs. Memories of her and Harry was something she had to deal with on a regular basis, but today they seemed hard to deal with. With her mind wandering, she unconsciously wandered all the way to Harry’s, well Eggsy’s office. The door was closed and she couldn’t bear to open it. She finished off her tea and with determination she went to her bedroom. She changed out of her suit, put on a simple t-shirt and jeans, and threw a few necessities into a small bag. She just couldn’t spend the night alone in this house. There were too many memories.

Walking down the stairs, she called out to JB until the both of them were at the front door. Grabbing his leash she said, “Hey JB, want to go visit Hamish? Yeah? Let’s go.” She attached the leash to his collar and made her way out the door.

She sent a quick text to Eggsy through her glasses telling him that she was taking JB over to Hamish’s house and that they’d probably spend the night there. As she was shooting a text off to Hamish letting him know that she was coming over, she heard a peculiar sound getting louder and louder. She looked behind her and saw a flame shooting across the sky going straight for her home. Her eyes went wide as she scooped up JB and started running farther away from where the blast would be. The ground shook beneath her and she was tossed to the ground. She looked behind her and saw her house with so many pictures and memories inside going up in flames.

After finally making her way to Hamish’s, she didn’t stay long. She got to patch herself up from the few scrapes and cuts she got and then got one of Eggsy’s mates to pick up JB. (Y/n) and Hamish made their way down to Saville Row to see the tailor shop in ruins.

On the other side of the now demolished building they saw Eggsy in his bright orange smoking jacket. She started walking towards him until he called out, “Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that you and Merlin are the only ones still alive?” She stopped in her tracks. The only ones? “Roxy, Arthur, all of them are gone! All but you two.”

She closed the distance between her and Eggsy with Hamish close behind her. “Do you really think that I would burn down my own house? The place that held so many memories and pictures of me and Harry?” She was starting to tear up. “Do you honestly think that I would destroy everything that kept me connected to him?”

As tears started to silently fall down her face, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hamish gave her a sad, small smile and then returned to his stony expression. “Both of you remember your training. Seeing that all surviving agents are here, we must proceed with the Doomsday protocols.” Eggsy and (Y/n) swallowed down their emotions for the moment and followed Merlin to the winery down the lane.

A bottle of alcohol and a plane flight later, the three of them found themselves in the storage room of dozens of barrels of American made alcohol. Eggsy and Merlin were looking for an entrance to the large underground chamber that Merlin said was right underneath them. (Y/n) was their lookout, making sure that nobody was intruding. They stopped in front of a large barrel that read Statesman Straight Bourbon Whiskey with the year 1963 stamped on in bold typeface. Merlin picked up an axe that was lying near by and swung it at the barrel. Instead of a pathway or hidden entrance becoming exposed like he hopped would happen, a steady stream of golden liquor jetted out.

As Merlin and Eggsy scrambled to plug the leak, (Y/n) heard a pair of footsteps slowly but surely coming up to them. “Guys, we have company.” She readied herself, a hands behind her back ready to pull out the pistols hidden beneath her suit jacket.

“You know my momma,” A voice with a distinctive southern twang started, “she always told me us Southerners get our good manners from the British. I was thinking, ain’t that a pity ya’ll ain’t keep none for yourselves.” A man clad almost head to toe in denim stood before them with a shotgun resting on his shoulder and a stetson on his head. “Ya’ll ain’t never heard of knocking before you entered.” He punctuated the end of his sentence by spitting out the spit from his chewing tobacco.

Eggsy, trying to play it cool while leaning up against the giant barrel, stuttered out “Well, we actually had an invitation, didn’t we?” Turning to Merlin who managed to respond with a quick ‘yeah.’ When the Southern man asked if they really did, Eggsy replied with, “Yeah, yeah it came in the shape of a bottle? We’re from the Kingsman tailor shop in London, maybe you’ve heard of us?”

His stance not changing the Southerner said, “Oh the Kingsman? Huh, that’s where you got them fine suits and them fancy spectacles ya’ll got on.” Merlin and Eggsy nodded and gave affirmative answers while (Y/n) was still very wary. This may be the States, but using biometric security to protect aging liquor? That’s not normal.

“Ya’ll look damn sharp.” The Southerner said, his head giving a slight lean. He continued talking. “Let me see if I got it right here. You want me to believe that it’s normal for a tailor to hack through an advance biometric security system with nothing but a little, bitty, old watch on?” Eggsy and Merlin shared a tense look with each other as (Y/n) prepared for a fight at any moment. “I can promise you,” he cocked his shotgun and twirled it from resting on his shoulder to pointing at the three of them, “that dog don’t hunt. So why don’t you go on, get on your knees, and tell me who you really work for?”

Eggsy and Merlin had a silent exchange until Merlin finally removed hand the hand that had been keeping the alcohol in the barrel. The man across from them quickly spit out his tobacco, launching it at the hole and effectively plugging it. “That was 1963 Statesman reserve. Now you’ve just made it personal.”

The man quickly took out Merlin by running his head into the barrel behind him. Eggsy was soon to follow, being taken out by an knockout dart from his own watch. (Y/n) stood her ground as long as possible. She had spent almost an entire year out of the field. She still trained almost daily and sparred with the other agents, but she hadn’t been in an honest to god to fight in ages. The shotgun gave the man she was up against some extra leverage. It was ready to fire and neither of them really wanted it to go off. After (Y/n) landed several hits giving the man a busted lip and a few bruises, he finally managed to knock her out with a swift shotgun butt to the head.

When she finally woke up, she found herself in a blindingly white room. A woman in a doctor’s coat saw that she was awake. “Ah! Nice to see you up. Don’t worry, your friends are safe and sound. We worked out the little misunderstanding ya’ll had with agent Tequila.” The doctor laughed to herself. “He’s quite a handful when it comes to protecting the base and the bourbon.”

(Y/n) slowly sat up bringing a hand to her head. “Tell me about it...”

The doctor gave her a quick check up, making sure everything was in working order and that Tequila hadn’t given her a concussion or anything. “You seem to be okay for the most part. You have a minor concussion, but if you take it easy for the next few days you should be fine.” The doctor made her way to the door and motioned for (Y/n) to follow. “C’mon I’ll take you to where your friends are.”

The walk down the corridor to where Merlin and Eggsy were was silent at the beginning until (Y/n) decided to break it. “So, what are you guys? You obviously are not just a distillery.”

The doctor gave a small laugh at her comment. “Very observant! Well, you guys are Kingsman, think of us as your American cousins. We do the same stuff you guys do, just, in America. And we’re called Statesman, not Kingsman. That’d be a bit weird if we had the same name.” Both women laughed a bit and were then silently again for a small amount of time. “So,” the doctor started again, “Tequila said you held out a bit longer than your buddies. You an agent?”

(Y/n) gave a tight lipped smile and responded. “I was. I haven’t been active in the field for almost a year. I... I lost somebody very close to me in the line of work.” One of her hands went to the chain around her neck that held her wedding ring. “I couldn’t go back into the field after that.”

The doctor gave a sympathetic look and an understanding nod. “I understand. I lost my spouse my too.”

“I never said-” (Y/n) started.

The doctor cut her off. “You didn’t have to. I know how somebody looks when they lose their spouse.” She looked down for a moment. “Is it alright if I ask how? Talking about things like this normally help, I’m a psychiatrist as well as a doctor.”

(Y/n) took a deep breath before speaking. “He, he was um... He was shot. In the head.” Tears started to slowly fill her eyes. “I watched it all happen and I couldn’t do a thing.” She blinked away her tears as the doctor stiffened.

“What does your husband look like?”

(Y/n) was confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“More than you think.” The doctor took on a very serious look. “Now tell me, what does he look like?”

(Y/n) thought for a moment. “He was fairly tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, and was in his early 50’s. I still don’t see why this matters.”

The doctor took her by the shoulders. “Do you see that door, only a few feet away?” (Y/n) nodded her head. “Behind that door are your friends, the people you came here with. That room is also a holding cell. About a year ago, we found somebody outside of this hate group church only a few miles from here. He had a head shot, right into his left eye. We knew he had to be intelligence, but we didn’t know whose. We used something we just recently developed, this thing called alpha gel that can help us treat headshots.” She stopped to make sure that (Y/n) was understanding what she was saying, and from the look of realization that was starting to dawn in her eyes, she did.

“Are you saying,” (Y/n) started shakily, “that, that my husband, who's been dead for almost a year...” She trailed off as the doctor nodded her head.

“I have a good feeling he might be.” She made the mistake of taking her hands off of (Y/n)’s shoulders. Once the weight of her hands disappeared from them, she quickly closed the distance between herself and the door, flinging it open.

(Y/n) saw Eggsy and Merlin standing opposite of somebody that she had only seen in her dreams as of late. She stood there in the doorway for a few moments, still not believing what she was seeing. She slowly but surely made her way to the final door that separated her from him. As she stepped into the white padded room, all eyes fell on her. Merlin rushed to her side ready to explain what was just told to them but she pushed passed him and tried to fling her arms around Harry for a long awaited embrace. However, Eggsy got right in between them while Harry took a few steps back, a look of confusion in his remaining eye.

“Eggsy what are you doing? Let me go!” She tried worming her way out of his grip, but he held fast.

Eggsy took her by the shoulders as the doctor had not to long ago and looked into her eyes. “(Y/n), he doesn’t remember us. Merlin, Kingsman, me, anything. We even asked if he knew who you were, showed him pictures and everything. He doesn’t remember.”

“What do you mean?” She finally pushed her way out of Eggsy’s arms and looked at Harry. “Harry, you know who I am.” She searched his eyes, well, eye, for any form of recognition but could find none. She furrowed her brows and the corners of her lips turned down slightly. “You do, don’t you?”

He looked at her from what he deemed a safe distance. “I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

What little hope she had left was crushed and it was visible to everybody. She took a few steps backwards and collided into Merlin’s broad chest. He quickly escorted her out of the room before she started crying. Eggsy turned to follow but Harry lightly grabbed his wrist.

“I didn’t mean to upset her. I may not know her, but I would like to.” Harry said, a small smile gracing his features at the end. “Just by looking at her she seems nice. And forgive me for being so forward, but she is rather beautiful as well.”

Eggsy looked from Harry to the mirror, where he knew (Y/n) was on the other side crying into Merlin’s comforting shoulder, then back to Harry. “Don’t worry Harry. She’ll come back to talk to you. Just, just give her a bit of time.” With that Eggsy patted him on the shoulder, turned, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

OH! WHAT’S THIS? CLIFFHANGER?? YOU BET. WHY? Because I can. But seriously this was a lot of writing for me in a short amount of time. However, I still wanted to give you guys something. Expect the next half of it within the next day or two!

#harry hart x reader #kingsmen imagine

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revaliiwrites · 2 years

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Despite being vaccinated and boosted due to my underlying condition, I unfortunately have Covid-19 and it has not been kind to me.

I’m not sure how likely it is that I’ll get any writing done to update TGC like I typically do on Sundays/Mondays so I apologize just in case for any delay.

#lee rambles #writing woes #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tgc #the great conjunction #tom riddle x y/n #fanfiction #harry potter

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adarafaelbarba · 6 years

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“I’m not exactly high class society”

request: ohhhhhhkay I am just going to go ahead and request the spiciest Charlie (TGC preferred but not required) you can come up with! (I am not prepared!) Whatever you feel! - @reformedkingsmanagent

Pairing: (TGC)!Charlie x Reader

Warnings: TGC spoilers (for those who haven’t seen it!) Also swearing and some sexual tension/reference

Note: I tried my best love <3

After the fall of Kingsman you met up with Eggsy and Merlin outside the now ruined tailor shop, thanking the lucky star you and your dog, a husky name (Y/D/N), had not been at home or HQ when the missiles hit the various Kingsman buildings. «This is Charlie’s doing! I’m sure of it», Eggsy growled, he had unfortunately lost his pug JB and his best mate who’d been watching JB for the evening. With the sound of Charlie’s name you jumped slightly. Although he was a traitor to the Kingsman organization you had never been able to shake off the crush you had on him, you had just pushed it away and tried to forget about it, dating a fellow agent by the codename Tristan. Sure, you would never feel the way about him as you had about Charlie, but at least Tristan hadn’t betrayed the organization he so desperately had tried to become a part of a year ago. «Who else is down?» you asked, looking at Merlin. «we’re the only ones left of Kingsman, everyone else is dead.» Hearing the news your heart sunk, no wonder Agent Tristan, or Gavin as you knew him as, hadn’t answered. «There��s no time for emotions, remember your training», Merlin said, his voice low, not trusting your voice you just nodded, and the three of you, with your dog made you way to Berry Bros and Rudd: Wine Merchants, where, according to Merlin our Doomsday protocol would be.

«I just can’t believe Charlie would do such a thing», you huffed, feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. «He hated us! I understand perfectly well why he did it! And why’d you care anyways? He killed your boyfriend, Agent Tristan», Eggsy scoffed. «Gavin and I weren’t really a couple. And besides, Charlie wasn’t always like that», you tried to defend him, although in all fairness, why bother? Charlie would have never done the same for you.

…

After going to the Statesman Distillery in Kentucky and finding a very much alive Harry, you had begged Champ and Merlin to let you go to Italy with Harry, Eggsy and Agent Whiskey, secretly hoping you could get Charlie to help you defeat Poppy. «It’s too dangerous! We don’t know what they could be planning», Merlin had stated, «and yet, you send Gal— Harry, out there, even if he’s not had any training! Come on Merlin! I can get Charlie to help us, you know I can!» You pleaded, and at last the older Quartermaster gave up, letting you go with Eggsy, Harry and Whiskey.

…

«Ah, if it isn’t Agent Gawain», Charlie smirked, having cornered you just as Eggsy and Whiskey made their way to the Cable car, not having noticed that you were left behind. «Charlie … you don’t have to do this!» you pleaded, but to no avail. You didn’t even see the first punch coming, nor did you see the second. «Stop, I beg of you, stop this madness Charlie!» he laughed in a sinister way. «Why stop love? You came here to stop me from cleansing the world of drug addicts, so, I’m stopping you before you get the chance. Nothing personal of course», he smirked, swinging for another punch, which you missed. «Come one Charlie! This is madness», you huffed, jumping out of the way. «I don’t want to fight you!» you said, blocking his punches, feeling something harder than a normal knuckle hit your arm, could it be a new metal arm then? Eggsy had mentioned something the day after his encounter with Charlie in London, but you hadn’t really paid attention, now you wish you had. «Oh come on now love, you know you want too. Isn’t that why you asked Merlin to get me kicked out?» he asked. «What? No! Of course not! I never asked anyone to chuck you out! You failed the training course, you did it to yourself!» you were starting to wear down, and your arms were being harder to hold up in defense. «Shame I didn’t get rid of the three of you, but I supposed seeing as the rest of those high society scumbags are dead now, I should feel at least a little bit happy yeah?» he laughed again, his hand getting trough your defense and wrapping his fingers around your neck, lifting you up off the ground. «Why fight for them? Why work for a lost cause?» he asked, looking at you as you dangled from his grip, trying desperately to free yourself from his metal grip. «Beca— because the world needs saving», you gasped, trying to kick him where it would hurt. «Ah, nice try love», he smirked, pressing down a little harder on your neck before it went blank.

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You woke up what seemed like hours later in what looked like a hospital room. Trying to sit up you found it impossible as your hands had been cuffed to the bed. «In case you were thinking of escaping», Charlie said with a sinister look on his face. «Where the hell am I?!» you growled, trying to get loose from the restrains. «I can’t tell you that», he mused, sitting on the chair next to your bed. «I came here thinking I could save you Charlie. I hoped the fact that you and I were friends some time ago would help the fact that we needed you on our team. Please Charlie, I’m not asking as a Kingsman agent, I’m asking as a friend, please, just help me save the world», you pleaded. «I knew they’d soften you, especially that boy of yours, what was his name again? Ah yes, Gavin. Why have an uninteresting little boy like him huh?» Charlie laughed. «Because, I couldn’t have you», you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear you, but he did, and boy did his expression change. «You mean you?» you nodded, looking at him. «I always wanted to be more than just friends with you, but I didn’t think I was your type», you sighed. «What made you think that?» he asked, looking solely in your eyes, his gaze almost boring into your skull. «Because of your background, you were basically oozing aristocracy, and I got into Eaton because my dad knows the Dean. I’m not exactly high class society», you huffed.

Watching Charlie as he got up, you were shocked to see him un-cuff you, before he sat back down. «Sit here», he said with a stern voice, patting his lap. Not even thinking, you go out of the bed and straddled his lap, looking into his eyes. Feeling his hands run up and down your thighs you anticipated the moment when he would kiss you, but that didn’t mean you were ready for the sensation of it. Pressing his lips firm on your he kissed you in a bruising manner, earning a moan from you. His hands were roaming all over your body and you let out a squeal when he got up, still holding onto you and not breaking the kiss as he carried you to the bed you’d previously been in. Laying you down on it he took the cuffs and locked one side to the bedpost before cuffing you again. «What are y—», he kissed you before you could finish the sentence, grinding against you and you knew you wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

#Edward Holcroft #charlie hesketh #Kingsman #kingsman the secret service #Kingsman the golden circle #Charlie Hesketh x Reader #Kingsman x Reader

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