#kingsman drabble

[k0juki]

Nothing to worry about

Liam Stewart x reader

All genders are possible! English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

A/n: Just a small drabble:) requests are open! More posts here!

Words: 268

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Liam was smitten. Absolutely. When he first saw you smiling at him, he felt that tug at his heart. He felt the need to give you everything and anything you want, even though you both knew he had nothing to give you, but his love.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, as you slowly approached him and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He was guarding around the camp, looking for any danger and/or stopping other people from leaving camp.

"You shouldn't be here, you know?" He said and smiled a little. It was weird, he should have noticed when you sneaked on him from behind, but he didn't. Something was on his mind and you've senced, it was probably either you or his duties. 

"Yeah, I know," you answered "but I wanted to see you" you admitted as your voice was getting a lot quieter. Everyone from your group started to notice how you didn't like the camp so much compared to others. 

Even Liam had his own doubts about this amazing camp, but he didn't want to admit it just like you. He knew that everywhere else you and others would be in danger and he had promised himself and most importantly you, that he will do anything, for you to be safe, no matter what. 

As he heard that tone in your voice, he turned himself in your hold to get a better look at you. "It's gonna be alright." He softly said and cupped your face in his hands. His blue eyes looking into yours.

"We just have to hold on.”

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[penvisions]

by the firelight {jack daniels x reader}

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader

Summary: You enjoy a rustic dinner with your sweet cowboy.

Word Count: 637

Warnings: food, consumption of food, teasing banter, established relationship, hint of spice, nothin' too serious!

A/N: this was such a fun lil thing to make for the charcuterie board challenge hosted by @happypedrohours. i got jack and gouda for my wonderful pairing and i hope i did it justice!

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The heat from the campfire is sweltering; causing sweat to bloom in the backs of your knees, across the brow of your forehead, the spaces beneath your chest. All of your skin sensitive to the touch as it doesn’t seem to cool down like the man tending to the pot over the fire had claimed. The sun was setting but yet it wasn’t take the heat along with it, if anything it was only settling lower to the land.

“Food should be ready in a few, just want the cheese to get all crispy on top. Know you like a good crunch, don’t you sugar?” The twang of the man’s voice pulls you from your reverie, eyes lifting from the flames licking at the bottom of the grill plate and to the broad stretch of his shoulders in a plain white shirt. The man in question is turned to face you, the profile of his face stark against the brightness lighting him up from behind. His brow is raised in a teasing manner, his lips quirked up equally so.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh c’mon, sugar. This was the only time we could get away and you know it.”

You purse your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of agreement. But he was right, the ranch was busier than ever. His rodeo shows selling out and putting extra work on everyone, summer settling in nicely as the solstice finally dawns the season. It would be a busy one, his name making papers and articles online, everyone clamoring for a piece of the ‘Cowboy Wonder’, his photos holding his own atop a bucking horse everywhere bringing families and fawning women in droves.

The sharp scent of smoked chipotle catches your attention as it wafts in the steam from the closed pot, your face showing surprise. You knew he had run to the store that morning as you lay in bed, tired from the long workday of tending to the horses and then riding your own, both in the show and in the privacy of your shared home. The deal was you gather and keep track of the camping supplies while he gets the food and packs up the truck.

“Is that…?”

“Smoked chipotle gouda, you betcha!”

“Jack…” You can’t help the whine of your voice, that particular cheese was expensive. He had the money, you both did, but while you did enjoy the simple things in life, that was beginning to slowly shift as gifts and endorsements rolled in, ticket sales skyrocketing and higher cuts added to your checks. The ranch you worked for doing their best to keep you both happy as they gained renown.

But Jack is standing, placing the pot onto the small camping table he had set up beside the fire for him to chop and mix up stuff. His trademark stenson placed on the picnic table your seated at as he sidles up close to you. His large, calloused hands are cupping your face and his eyes are trained solely on you even as the sounds of the campsite ramp up all around, it truly was dinner time. You melt, much like the beloved cheese over what you were sure was his mother’s famous chili recipe bubbling in the pot. The flare of worry at the minor fortune spent on something he knew you liked waning as you feel him press a comforting kiss to your forehead, the hat you donned already removed.

“Only the best for my sugar. Nothing else will do.” He’s pressing his lips to your cheek, moustache tickling but you couldn’t care less as heat begins to consume you from the inside out. The feel of his hands around your waist, the press of his chest to your own, the breath he’s sharing with you now, all of it was worth it. The heat of the day turns into the heat of two bodies as the sun dips even lower, casting periwinkle and cotton candy pink streaks across the evening sky.

[thetravellerssnotebook]

Pedro Pascal - Goofy mustaches, Hawaiian print shirts, golden hour, old convertibles, funky, fast pop songs, margaritas and cocktails, beaches, South America, coastal towns, summer heat, sweet things, messy hair, chaotic, stubble, tropical plants, grinning, gleaming eyes, hairy (lol), red wine, hot asphalt roads, cacti, jokes, speaking Spanish, silly faces

[eveningearlgrey]

Another draft dump because why not?

This is a continuation of the previous post, where Peter was challenged by Percy to play with his vision completely blind.

(He got a kiss last time btw)

This time, Percy proposed another challenge, but would Peter be able to earn his well-deserved rewards? We will never know.

Or maybe I know but I just won't post this entire thing on here

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Palomino ║ Béarnaise

Jack Daniels x f!Reader

{ << Part 3: Dapple Grey | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Summary: You watch Jack cook. Deleted scene from Part 4 - Strawberry Roan.

Rating: M.

Warnings: Gratuitous descriptions of cowboy Jack cooking, food mention, very naughty thoughts, yearning, language

Word count: 250

Notes: While I was doing research for the next chapter, I came across a recipe that mentions:

Bicep stamina aside (we’re talking 10 minutes of vigorous whisking here), it can be quite challenging, even for the most capable cooks.

The next chapter is too long as it is, and I couldn't justify fitting this scene in, but I knew I had to write it. So here's a completely unplanned drabble. Set during Part 4.

It shouldn’t turn you on. 

You don’t know how saying yes to his question of whether you liked Béarnaise sauce has ended up with you squirming in your seat, trying to resist the urge to rub your thighs together right here across the kitchen counter from him.

But what you should know by now that your mind is capable of construing anything he does as unbearably arousing.

Not that he’s paying you any mind. He’s completely focused on the task at hand in that ridiculous apron you made him wear. Shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbow, his biceps strain against the constraints of the fabric as he whisks the sauce at a controlled pace. His brow is furrowed in studious concentration, serious eyes under knitted brows carefully observing the thickness and consistency, ready to adjust as needed.

You ache to drag your lips down the exposed side of his neck, pulled taut as he grits his teeth at the exertion from the sustained repetition.

It’s not at all a stretch to imagine him doing something else -

Then he stops, bringing the whisk up to watch the sauce dribble into the bowl with just the right viscosity, before dipping his index and middle fingers into the mixture.

You can see just a peek of his tongue curling around his digits as he cleans them off with a wet suckle.

He turns to you with a grin, oblivious to the slick pooling between your legs. ‘Perfect.’

It’s going to be a long fucking night.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

🎁🎁🎁 Lovely Weather

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone!  Don’t mind me, I’m just here to leave another gift under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3

Gift Tag: @writeforfandoms - Who had this to say what I presented her with a choice of characters: “ijhfe;wnofhnwe you were not kidding when you said tough question.” But ultimately Jack won out, and I went with snowflakes, mittens & sleigh ride for the prompts. Jen, I hope this makes up for that devastatingly tough question. I hope it makes you smile and fills you with the kind of fluffy warmth that I feel whenever I read one of your stories. Thank you for being so lovely, and I hope you have the happiest, warmest holiday season! 

 WC: 2,880

Warnings: none. it’s 110% fluff.

“And last but not least, let’s get a look at our holiday weekend weather!”

The sound of a scissor blade being dragged along a length of bright red ribbon filled the few seconds of silence between the newscaster sending things over to the meteorologist, but Jack still heard you suck in an anticipatory breath. Raising his eyes from the tablet in his hand - he’d been reviewing some data that Ginger sent him regarding a prototypical weapon that would be available for testing in the new year - he looked over at you and had to hide the slight grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. You were staring at the screen, scissors still in hand as you let the coiled ribbon bounce back toward the gift it was secured around, and he could almost hear the hopes and wishes that were swirling in your thoughts. 

Don’t you worry, gorgeous, there’ll be plenty of snow where we’re goin’. 

You didn’t know that yet though, so he kept quiet and watched as you waited to hear what the forecast would be. 

“Thanks Jodi,” the meteorologist said, standing in front of a map of Kentucky. “And it’s looking like a pretty mild one again, folks, which is great news for anyone who is planning to travel to see family or loved ones this year.” The radar screen circled around again, a few tiny splotches of light green popping up to indicate some patchy rain moving through the Louisville area on Christmas Eve the only precipitation showing anywhere on the map. The camera panned back out to show the weather person again, and with an apologetic wince they continued their segment. “But for anyone out there dreaming of a white Christmas, it looks like you’ll be waiting at least one more year.” 

You let out an audible sigh, Jack noticing the sag of your shoulders as the meteorologist handed the broadcast back over to the main newscasters, and even though he knew it would be better to keep his plan a surprise, he hated seeing you let down even if it was only temporary. It’ll be worth it though, he reminded himself. 

Still, he wasn’t about to let you stew in disappointment. “Hey darlin’.” He leaned forward to set the device he’d been scrolling through down on the wagon-wheel coffee table, head tilted to one side as you turned to look at him. “I’m sorry you didn’t hear what you wanted to.” Even though it's better that there won’t be any snow here, because then I won’t have any trouble with-  

Your expression softened, the lights from the tree and the ones hung around the window frame reflecting in your eyes and making your cheeks glow, and the sight scrambled the rest of his thoughts. “It’s alright, Jack.” Moving the gift you’d just finished wrapping into place under the tree, you shifted to your knees and faced him fully. A small huff of a laugh left your lips as you shrugged. “I knew it was a long shot, I was just…” 

Reaching for your hand, he pulled you from the carpet and up onto the couch. “You were holdin’ out for some holiday magic, hmm?” He let you get settled against him and then wound his arm around you, tugging you close enough to press a kiss to the side of your head. 

You hummed in response, one hand coming up to rest in the center of his chest. “I guess I was.” With another sigh, this one far less disappointed, you laid your cheek on his shoulder. “But I’ve got all the magic I need right here.” 

That made him laugh even as it warmed his whole being. “Well shucks, gorgeous, I know I’m good with rope tricks, but I ain’t sure that qualifies as magic.” 

Picking your head up, you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smack. “You know what I meant, Daniels.” I do. The hand over his heart moved up so that your fingertips could trace the edge of one of the open buttons on the henley he wore. “I’m glad we were both able to get the time off. Spending the holidays with you is all I actually care about.” Your lips met the exposed skin just over the top of his collar, Jack tightening his grasp on you. “Snow just would have been the cherry on top.” 

Having grown up in sunny, southern California, Jack knew that the opportunity for you to have had a white Christmas was less than zero. Instead of snowball fights and hot chocolate, you’d spent your winter holidays as a kid on the beach with your siblings and your friends, building sandcastles instead of snow forts. Though you secretly always longed for the big, puffy flakes and frosty blanket, snowmen and sleigh rides and everything else that you’d seen in holiday movies, it wasn’t until you took the internship at the distillery in 2011 - and moved to Kentucky - that you actually thought it might be possible. 

“Just my luck that the last white Christmas in Louisville happened the year before I moved here, huh?” You’d since moved up within the organization, switching over from being a distillery employee to working in research and development for Statesman, opting to stay in Kentucky for the long and snowless haul. 

Jack let out a snort. “Wasn’t much more than an inch of powder,” he recalled, rubbing his palm up and down your bicep, “and it was gone by supper time.” 

You held up the finger you’d been touching him with, lifting your head as well so you could look him in the eye. “Still counts.”

“I guess it does.” Gonna be a whole lot more than that when we get up north. Wanting to keep his surprise under wraps until the last moment, Jack changed the subject. “Speakin’a weather, you hear from your parents? Their flight get in alright over in London?” 

Your brother had moved overseas a few years back after a long study abroad stint, finding a job and then a husband, settling down in the outskirts of the sprawling city. Since then, your parents had alternated between spending the holidays in the US with you and Jack, and traveling to spend time with Paul and Cal. They also occasionally made the trek across the Atlantic, but since you were only ever guaranteed a handful of days off surrounding the winter holidays, you rarely got the chance to do the same. This year you only had off from the 24th to the 26th of December, Jack likely having to go in the day after Christmas, or at the very least attend a virtual meeting via his glasses, so a trip to England was simply not in the cards. 

A trip up to the Adirondacks, though? That was definitely in the cards

“They did.” You answered his question and he nodded. “My mom called to let me know they landed while I was in my office this afternoon.” 

“Good.” A yawn broke free then, and Jack didn’t even try to stifle it. “You all finished wrapping gifts for the night?” 

“Yup,” you responded. “Just need to clean up and-” Then it was you who couldn’t keep a yawn from escaping.

“And then I think we should get some shut eye.” Need to get a good night’s rest so I’m sharp for the mornin’. “What d’you say?” 

Standing so that you could start to gather up and put away the wrapping paper, ribbons, labels, tape, scissors and other tools and decorations that Jack didn’t know what to call, you took his hands in yours and pulled him to his feet as well. “Sounds good to me, Jack.” You bumped your nose against his and then dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth, where the bristles of his mustache met his lip. “See you in the bedroom.” 

– – – 

Both of you had fallen asleep quickly, the last few days at HQ having been packed ones in order to get things done in time for the holiday, and though Jack would have liked to let you sleep in the following morning, he couldn’t. Because the sooner we get goin’, the better. 

Waking you with a kiss, he waited for you to blink your eyes open, and when you did, the sleepy smile on your face felt like sunshine. “G’morning, gorgeous,” he greeted you through a grin of his own. 

“Hey, you,” you responded through a sigh, reaching up to wipe at your eyes. “What time is it, Jack? Why are you…” You groaned and shifted closer to him, seeking out the warmth of his body beneath the sheets. “We’re off, Agent Whiskey,” you mumbled. “We should be sleeping.” 

“Well, I’m afraid we’re not, darlin’.” It wasn’t the truth, and he didn’t like tricking you, but there was no other way to get you to HQ without raising too many questions, and he had to get you there, because that’s where the Silver Pony waited, all fueled up and packed with bags that Jack had put together for both of you the day before. 

That got your attention fast, and your eyes flew open as you propped yourself up on one elbow. “What?! What happened? Everything okay? I-” 

“Woah, woah there, easy, Iain’t sure yet what’s goin’ on. Just woke up to a message from Ginger sayin’ we needed to report soon as we could.” Jutting his chin in the direction of your nightstand where your work tablet sat next to your phone, he went on. “You probably got the same message. You can check it.” 

Sighing, you rolled to your other side and picked up the device. Sure enough there was a message from Ginger - one that Jack knew would be there because he had asked the woman to send it to you. Thanks, Ginger Ale, you’re a lifesaver. You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye and let out another sigh. “You’re right, I did get one, too.” Setting the device down, you sat all the way up, suddenly alert. “Says to report to the hanger, so I guess that means field work? Why would I need to go to-” 

“Not sure.” Jack shrugged and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “But I know if we don’t shake a leg she’s just gonna keep on sendin’ ‘em, and…” He trailed off and you nodded. 

“No, you’re right.” You tipped your head back to stretch your neck, taking a deep breath through your nose and then releasing it slowly. “Let’s get going, Jack.” 

“I’ll go start some coffee,” he said. “Can you be ready in ten?” 

Throwing the cover back, you swung your legs over the side of the bed. Even though Jack knew that you weren’t thrilled about the prospect of being called into work on the morning of Christmas Eve, you winked at him. “Be ready in seven.”

Perfect.

– – – 

Jack had intended to let the surprise go for as long as he could, but the second that you arrived at the hangar and it was empty, you knew that something was up. Your steps echoes in the large space, and you raised a brow in confusion. “Jack? What’s going on? Where’s Ginger? Where’s Champ or… anyone?” 

“Now, don’t be mad,” he said with a smirk as the two of you stepped up next to the sleek jet. “But there ain’t no mission, and we’re not here on Statesman business.” 

You scrunched your face, still clearly confused. “What? Then… why are we here instead of still at home in bed, Daniels?” 

Lifting one hand, Jack patted the metallic paneling of the plane. “Because we have got somewhere to be this weekend, and I don’t think you’ll mind so much once we get there.” 

That was all he gave you, along with a wink, and then he pressed the button that would open the passenger hatch, helping you up into it. He felt his heart swell at the trust that you placed in him, and then the two of you were in the air and on your way. 

Once Jack got the Pony off the runway and into the air, it didn’t take long for you to notice what direction he was flying in. “Are we… are we going to New York?” Cat’s outta the bag now. 

He knew that you meant the city when you asked, since that was where Statesman had another office in the Northeast, and since it wasn’t a lie he didn’t correct you. “Yes ma’am,” he answered. “Good eye.” 

You hadn’t said much after that, the headsets making communication possible but not convenient as you sat directly behind him, and you’d opted to simply look out the window at the world below you. But when he neared the metropolis and didn’t start to perform descent maneuvers, you spoke up again. “Jack? I think you overshot the city, I-” 

“I said, we were goin’ to New York, darlin’. I never said anything about the city.” 

“Upstate?” You asked, and Jack could hear the excitement in your voice.  “Jack? Are we going up-” 

“Hold tight,” he told you. “You’ll see soon enough.” 

And he was right, the flight coming to an end less than a half hour later at a small private airfield where the runways and tarmac were all clear - but the surrounding ground, trees, buildings and cars were covered by several inches of glittering snow. As he helped you down and out of the jet, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. 

“Jack…” Your voice was quiet and he knew that it was because you were taking it all in. “Jack, you…” 

Using your still joined hands, he tugged you into his chest and wrapped you in his arms. “How's this for a white Christmas, hmm? Better’n a little dusting down in Louisville?” 

You laughed, though there were tears of joy forming in the corners of your eyes. Jack swept them away so they wouldn’t freeze on your lashes. “Yeah, I’d say so, cowboy.” 

He grinned. Nice segway. “I didn’t fly you up here just to stand on the runway though, sugarplum. Got somethin’ else up my sleeve. But first I think we should bundle up, because it’s only gonna get snowier from here.” 

A glee-filled expression lit your face then as you let out a breathless sigh. “Lead the way, then.” 

– – – 

You got to the ranch about twenty minutes later, layering up in the backseat of the car that had been waiting for you at the airfield. There had been snow jackets and thick, water-proof pants, scarves, hats and mittens in the bags that Jack had stowed, and as you donned them all piece by piece, he kicked himself for not going with gloves instead so that he could lace his wool covered fingers with yours. These are warmer though, and that’s what’s best. You zipped up your coat and he couldn’t help the sly smirk that came with thoughts of unzipping it later when you were in your room, letting his fingers travel all over your body instead of just your hands, doing his best to warm you up after a day spent in the cold. Gotta get there first, though. 

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Jack?” You asked, breath puffing out in front of your mouth and snowflakes beginning to land on the crocheted hat you pulled on when you’d gotten out of the car. 

Reaching for your hand, he wrapped his around it. “Just thinkin’ about how much I love you is all.” 

That made you smile, rising on your toes to kiss him and licking away a snowflake that had landed on his lips first. “Love you, too,” you whispered without pulling away. “Thank you for this.” 

Hands going to your waist, he turned you around toward the barn that you’d been standing in front of just as it opened. “Don’t thank me yet. Got one more surprise for you.” 

As the door slid open on its track, a horse pulling an open sleigh made for two appeared, and you gasped with delight. “Are you serious right now?” 

The animal bobbed its head as it walked, puffs of white air coming from its nostrils as it let out a friendly huff. “I am, darlin’.” He leaned forward and around to kiss your cheek from behind. “You wanted a White Christmas like the ones in the movies? Well, you got one.”

Shaking your head in awe, you looked back at him. “How did you… when…Jack…” 

“Found this place when I was workin’ in the city last year,” he explained. “Needed somewhere I could go so I could ride and blow off some steam and… this ranch was perfect.” You muttered a it sure is, and he kissed you again. “Now, this beauty is gonna take us for a ride, and then we’re gonna warm up by the fire and watch the snow come down. How’s that sound?” 

You removed one of your mittens then, shoving your bare hand into one of his, twining your fingers inside the mitten and squeezing. “Sounds like the best Christmas ever, Jack.” 

Seeing the happiness on your face, hearing it in your voice and feeling it in the way you gripped his hand, he had to agree. 

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This is the Ranch that I looked up for inspiration. It was the first one that I found in the area that did holiday sleigh rides. and when you see the names of some of the horses that they own, you’ll know why it was just too perfect to pass up. 

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[justmoreocs-writing]

‘Why’d you do it?’ Eggsy’s voice was barely more than a whisper in the darkness, and yet I found myself shifting in the bed, trying to sit straighter.

He rested a cautiously gentle hand on my shoulder briefly. I stopped fidgeting as he took up the plastic seat beside my bed.

‘My partner was in danger,’ I remind him, grateful for the dim lighting. At least this way he won’t see my pulse beating a tattoo against my throat. ‘I had to do something.’

‘Not jump right into the fucking danger, Lil.’ His voice is harsh, and he forces himself to take a shallow breath. I hear it stutter slightly, but force myself not to apologise. I was merely doing my job. If I could’ve avoided injury, I would’ve.

‘You could’ve died.’

‘So could you,’ I remind him. ‘But neither of us did.’

Silence settled between us, for once awkwardly uncomfortable. We both know the other has a point, and yet neither of us wants to admit to it. Because the truth is hard, and the consequences of our actions suddenly mean so much more.

‘Perhaps this was a bad idea,’ he murmurs.

‘Which bit, exactly?’ I ask, hearing the defensive edge to my voice. I don’t mean to let it get to me, but after everything it’s impossible not to let emotion play some part in all this. ‘Letting me come along? Coming to see me? … Starting something?’

‘No,’ he assures me hastily, taking my hand carefully. ‘I ain’t ever gonna regret that.’ He speaks with such vehemence it’s almost impossible to question it. ‘Just maybe I should’ve waited until after we’d saved the world.’

‘World’s always gonna need saving,’ I remind him softly.

He gives my hand a squeeze. ‘You’re part of the world too though, Lillian Robinson.’

Despite the darkness, I shoot him a small smile I hope he can actually see. Maybe this thing was the worst decision we made, but I can’t say I regret it, and by the sounds of it, Eggsy doesn’t either.

[pseudowho]

Kingsman!AU: Galahad/Nanami Kento

You become the latest Kingsman...and the man who sponsored you is so much more than the gentleman he presents himself as.

Warnings: Best if you've seen the Kingsman films! 18+, MDNI, soft!Dom Nanami, SecretAgent!AU

A little series of smutty drabbles...also planned, Higuruma, perhaps others, for now.

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It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the strangest job interview you had ever had.

Handcuffed, in an East London Police interview room, after assaulting five (...six? Seven?) police officers at an anti-government protest, you were scruffy but unharmed. The blood on your hands was not your own. There was a high flush on your cheeks, ripped clothes casting an indifferent, messy disdain to the situation you found yourself in.

There was a knock at the door, three brisk taps. You did not answer-- a pause. Three further raps at the door.

"...come in?" You asked. The door opened a crack. No further advancement.

"...may I?" A voice, velvet smooth and low, asking your permission.

"I...dont see why it would be my choice," you offered, stretching your hands against the cold metal of your handcuffs.

The door opened slowly, filled by a broad, tall man, blond and outstandingly handsome, with neither a hair nor thread out of place in his Savile Row suit. Over his arm rested a neatly folded overcoat, and a glossy-handled men's umbrella. His hat never graced his head indoors, and was, as such, clasped in his hand. He raised one fine eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable.

"It would be ill-mannered of me to consider it anyone's choice other than yours," he offered coolly, sitting opposite you, "considering you are the only occupant of the room." A moment of silence, again, as you regarded each other.

"Are you...my lawyer?" The man's nostrils flared slightly in suppressed mirth.

"Good heavens, no. No, I have come with a job opportunity." You blinked, certain you had heard wrong, while he continued, "I saw your performance, on my way to work, and I must say I was rather impressed. Seven officers, in under a minute. All incapacitated. Outstanding. And you're untrained, too. And, you did so well at University-- first class honours, correct?"

"Who the hell are you?" You spat, bristling under the man's casual knowledge of your life. The station's assistant looked awkwardly between the two of you as he dropped off two chipped police-issue teacups and saucers of anemic-looking tea. The blond man took the cup and saucer so gracefully, considering the enormity of his hands.

"Ah...quite right. I haven't introduced myself. Nanami Kento-- it's a pleasure to meet you."

You faltered again under his icy regard. Nanami took a sip of his tea. He paused, looking down at it with a hint of despair, before placing it down and delicately clearing his throat.

"...delicious," he lied.

"Are you...MI5?" A brief smile from Nanami, in response. He reached for something in his pocket.

"No," he responded, clipped, "we are not. But, we are in service to King and Country, and we are the sort of agency who punch up, instead of down. And...we find ourselves one member short."

Nanami slipped a thick, embossed coin over the desk to you; a circle, with a sideways "K". Nanami stood up, abruptly, inclining his head to you.

"All charges against you have been dropped. Your interview will commence, at..." Nanami looked at his watch, "...five o'clock this afternoon, should you wish to accept. If you press that coin for five seconds, my associate should send you the details."

You sat, stunned into silence, with the coin in your hands. Nanami Kento looked to you with twinkling eyes, at the door. You felt the twist of fate in your belly, and the pull as Nanami Kento walked it away with him.

"Good day to you. The pleasure was all mine."

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It had taken you over an hour to walk from Whitechapel to the Savile Row address. As bedraggled as you were, you passed through the bustling gentry and street performers of Covent Garden, skirting past the Savoy...before reaching the hushed, golden backlit glow of an exquisite Tailors shop. Letters were embossed upon the windowpane, glimmering gold on a backdrop of finery.

Kingsman.

A tinkling bell; an incongruous stranger, entering an unfamiliar domain. A familiar stranger, strong and smiling, upon the couch. Your breath hitched before you spoke.

"...you're here." Nanami folded his newspaper, standing up, before welcoming you to a changing room, that was not a changing room.

"You're late," he whispered against your ear, as the ground under London sank beneath your feet.

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"...that's mad." You stood in front of a glass window, somewhere far beneath Surrey, gazing in wonderment upon an aircraft hangar full of billions of pounds worth of mercenary equipment. Nanami chuckled beside you. You missed the almost fond sideways glance he passed you.

"I thought the same," he hummed, "when I was brought here, for the first time. I thought someone was playing some tremendous joke, for all the world but me." You were silent, dry-mouthed and swallowing.

"Tell me something..." you insisted, your palm pressed flat against the glass.

"...anything," Nanami reassured, soft and sincere.

"If I pass this-- this test," you whispered, turning to him, "will I get to work with you?"

Nanami smiled, leaning upon the handle of his umbrella, one leg crossed upon the tip of his toes behind the other.

"I'm counting on it."

Another man, tall and lithe, with inky black hair and a hooked nose, arrived with a clipboard. He offered you both a lopsided smile-- "Galahad-- good to see you, my friend"-- white sleeves rolled up against a tailored waistcoat--

-- a rich, Scottish brogue--

"...are you ready to begin?"

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Not only had you passed these months and months of bizarre, deadly tests...you had excelled.

Nanami had remained, always, at arms' length...a distant advisor. An odd, gentle promise. He could not offer any tangible advice, and you could see him itching to, at points.

It was down to the final two; you, and some Cambridge yuppy who could trace his family lineage back to the Battle of Hastings.

You stepped through the dormitories, late at night before the final test, your German Shepherd bounding ahead to sit diligently at the foot of your bed.

You felt a strong arm loop around your waist, and a hand over your mouth. A familiar cologne that made your stomach clench. You stood, pressed against his clipped, firm body, tucked into a camera's blindspot.

"Listen to me," he hissed in your ear, "Do you trust me?"

You nodded, not hesitating for a moment. Nanami's belly flipped to feel your hot little breaths around his hand.

"Good...shoot the fucking dog." You squeaked, trying to turn to him. He pinned you flush against the wall. His chest rumbled against your back.

"Trust me. Shoot the dog."

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You shot first, without a moment of hesitation. Your opponent returned to Cambridge. You became a Kingsman. Both dogs survived the trial.

The hamper that Galahad, your new partner, sent to your home, was nothing short of the finest luxury.

"To my Very Best Bet", read the lovingly annotated card. You brushed it against your lips, wishing it was his fingers instead.

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The wallet was a supple brown leather, smooth and warm. You knew it belonged to Galahad, from the faint smoky cologne that lingered upon its skin. Merlin gave you Galahad's address. You missed the knowing smile Merlin also gave you.

Your stomach flipped in your belly, all the way through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. You passed beneath trees hundreds of years older than the establishment for which you now worked, treading upon the footsteps of Kings and Queens.

The first fresh flakes of snow kissed upon your lips, by the time you turned to the towering white grandeur of Kensington, very much not where you were from. You were freezing, your little hands clenched in your pockets, but hot with anticipation.

Reaching a fine, tall townhouse, all Georgian architectural triumph, you pushed through the black metal gate, rising up white stone steps. You hesitated only briefly before tapping the door, heavy, and gilded forest green.

"--just a minute-- please excuse me--...oh. Hello."

Galahad stood at the door, as...relaxed as you had ever seen him. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, and his waistcoat hung similarly open, with tie tails trailing down his chest. With his sleeves rolled up, and a pinstriped apron tied round his waist, you swore you almost saw him blush.

"...to what do I owe the pleasure?" He breathed out, finally. The apples of your cheeks, pink with the cold, dimpled under your smile. You reached out to Galahad, his wallet clasped in your hand.

"You forgot something," you offered. His hand reached out immediately, a goodness, thank you, you shouldn't have upon his lips, before your cold little fingers grasped under his own.

"You are miles from home," he rumbled, chastising, "and you are freezing cold." You tipped on your heels on the doorstep, placating him with a finger to your lips, and a glint in your eye. You moved to go down the steps, but your fingers remained clasped in his.

"Where are my manners? You should come in...of course."

"Galahad, don't feel oblig--"

"Kento, please," he ushered you inside, a hand ghosting over the small of your back, "if we're going to share dinner, we should not pretend to be strangers."

Kento's house bore all the opulent gloss of its noble history, with fine black and white checkered tile flooring, and twisting dark oak bannisters carrying the high staircase away from you. A receiving room beside you, bigger than your whole home, bloomed beneath the sultry flicker of a fire, the only source of light in the room. The kitchen lights spilled inwards, a herby bourginon aroma drawing you in.

You slipped your coat off your shoulders, and blushed, as Kento stood behind you to receive it. His heart pounded under the effort of containing his thrill to have you in his home. The thought of being alone with him, like this, had occupied your mind at night, for so many months.

"Sit, please," Kento insisted, heading to his drinks cabinet. Two slim, hazel eyes darted to you in question; "...can I tempt you?"

You settled on the sofa, antique, and likely much older than you; "Ah...wine?" Kento smiled, heading over to you with a bottle in his grasp, and two slim-necked glasses between his fingers.

You shared the bottle-- dinner was forgotten, cooking slowly on the back burner. You felt yourself becoming supple, warmed by the fire, the wine and the company. Within just a few hours, you and Kento laughed together, both liquor-dishevelled, hands brushing forearms on the back of the sofa. His calloused fingertips were electric against the inside of your wrist.

"You really were, you know," Kento hummed, placing down his unfinished glass of wine, "my best bet. The best gamble I...I ever made." You didn't know how you had ended up drawn so closely to him. Your legs tangled in his, head radiating from his thighs into yours. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you gently, insistently, closer to him.

"I don't normally do this," Kento bargained with himself, whispering against you, his tongue swiping out to dampen your plush lips, "it isn't very-- I really shouldn't, I-- dinner first, at least--" You couldn't help but drown under him, silent in the pools of his dilated pupils as he pressed you to lay back on the sofa, climbing over you, and trapping you beneath him.

"...can I tell you a secret?" Kento murmured against your neck, melting you under his lips and tongue. His hand moved down to undo the buttons of your silk blouse. You nodded, feeling him shiver as you did the same to his shirt.

"...I left my wallet behind on purpose," he rumbled, predatory. The tension snapped. His lips crashed to yours, with Kento groaning into your mouth, tongue trembling against yours. Ripping at the buttons of your blouse, his gentlemanly self-restraint was all but abandoned.

Stripping you, freeing your breasts with bitten-back growls and murmurs, Kento rolled you onto the Persian rug in front of the fire, crowding over you and taking one breast between his lips, licking your nipple into his mouth as his enormous hand pawed at the other.

"--beautiful...beautiful, you know that? Always thought...if you hadn't made it in...I'd have brought you home anyway..."

"Ken--Kento, I--" You broke off into breathy, high moans as Kento's hand slipped down, clutching at your pussy beneath your skirt. His hand scraped the lace edges of your stockings, his breaths frantic and panting with hurry.

"Say my name...again," he panted, strong fingers cupping your sex, moving to massage you, desperate need radiating through his hand. Kento pressed hard enough to massage your clit through the lips of your pussy, you mewled, squirming under him as he growled, "Again. Say my name."

"Kento," you squeaked. Your voice seemed to make Kento frantic, and he pulled off your skirt, your stockings, your underwear, until you were suddenly, blissfully bare beneath him. He knelt, still fully clothed in front of the firelight. His barrelled chest rose and fell, a high blush across his sharp cheekbones.

"This isn't...how a gentleman behaves," you gasped, one arm draped over your eyes. You heard Kento chuckle, cracking his knuckles above your prone, trembling curves. You heard the wolfish grin in his voice.

"Oh yes it fucking is."

One of his hands draped between your breasts, running down your chest and belly, to graze fingertips over your mound. His eyes flicked up to yours again, dark, hungry and questioning. You floated, somewhere both above and beneath him.

"Anything...anything you want," you keened, "whatever you want." Something tightened in Kento's jaw. His fingers trailed lower, grazing your plush lips again, dipping beneath to stroke up and down the slick length between your entrance and clit.

"...what a dangerous thing to say, to a man like me...I don't get treats like you often." Kento pressed two fingers slowly into your clenching heat, eyes rolling back with a fractured moan, gripping you to him by the hip. His cock strained against his trousers, and he moved lazily to unzip himself, shaking with self-restraint. He could not bear the way you twisted and squirmed, to feel his thick fingers fucking into you.

"...good girl...how does it feel? As good as your own? Did you touch yourself, like this, when you dreamt about me?" You could only nod in response, moaning and reaching down to clutch his wrist. His fingers curled upwards towards your soft sensitive spot, buried into you up to his knuckles, and swirling his fingertips over the spongy patch. You sobbed into his touch and he folded over you, shushing, pressing kisses to your temples.

"It's alright, darling...I felt it too...I'll show you. How I touched myself...thinking about you." Kento shuddered against your neck, his fingers still working magic into your belly. His cock flopped heavy into his hand, thick, long, and Kento felt so touch-starved as he closed his eyes, raising his thumb to stroke around your clit, imagining it was his weeping cockhead.

He shushed you again, chasing you up the rug as your pleasure built, heat surging through your thighs and belly. Kento couldn't help but fuck into his own fist, lubricated by his pre-cum, overheating with the need to sink himself inside you, and paint you white with his seed. He cracked his neck from side to side. Doubling down, his fingers picked up speed, pressing your clit until you writhed, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.

"That's it...that's it...let it happen," Kento whispered into your neck, still fucking into his fist against your belly as you climaxed, hands tangled in his mussed hair, burning under the weight of him. His fingers fucked you through the haze of pleasure, nose stroking into your hair, whispering his praises against your ears; "...so proud of you...such a good job...so proud of you, my little gamble..."

Your thighs threatened to flop to the sides, soft and lazy after your orgasm. Kento nestled himself between them, cockhead stroking between your folds, and you whimpered to feel your sensitive clit nudged. Folded over you, Kento met your eyes. A slightly guilty smile ghosted over his face, his voice shaking, seemingly coming back to himself. He resolved to restrain himself;

"I, uh...usually have better manners. This was unprofessional of me. Ungentlemanly, even. I...I insist we...leave this here, and do this properly. Now, we sh-- haaaaah, fuck-- shit-- you--"

Interrupting Kento, you had waited for his cockhead to stroke down to your entrance before fucking him inside you, rolling your hips up to trap his cock inside your walls. You wailed around the stretch, Kento's cock huge and pulsing inside you, and Kento lost his mind.

Grasping your hips with vicious strength, he cursed, rutting into you with abandon. You felt his fat, blunt cockhead jabbing against your cervix immediately, and Kento leaned into it, tilting your hips to fuck you deeper, overtaken by a primal need.

"...little minx...I offer you--ahhhh fuck-- dinner, and you...you offer me...your cunt...just like you, shit--"

You giggled, breathless against Kento's feral attentions, and the sound shot straight down Kento's spine. Your laughs caught in your throat when he held his hips flush to yours, barely pulling out, bullying into your pussy with no restraint.

You felt the steam of sweat beneath Kento's shirt, felt how badly he needed this, and revelled in the way he fell apart above you, his cock milked by your wet, velvet heat. Kento leaned back just enough to see where his cock disappeared into you.

The sight had him reeling, and he came with a bark, spitting and swearing against his total lack of self-control. You felt his cock twitch and bound inside you, spattering your walls with thick stripes of cum. Kento crumpled onto his elbows, face twisted in euphoric agony to see you bite your lip at him, rolling your hips to milk him of every last drop of cum.

Gasping for just a few moments, before rolling his shoulders with soft cracks again, Kento pulled out of you, flipping you over so your face pressed down into the rug. You squealed to feel your hands drawn behind your back, and the soft shhhhff shhhfff shhhhhffff of his tie being pulled free of his collar.

Face down, and arse up, Kento dipped his fingers into your cum-dripping, twitching hole.

"That's how a boy does it," Kento growled, beginning to thread his tie around your wrists, "now lets show you how a Kingsman does it."

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Getting to wax lyrically about my beloved London was a treat.

Up next: Higuruma Hiromi/Merlin

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[lady-bess]

LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

For ease of navigation, I have used a Traffic Light System to rate these works 🚦

💚 Green is for General/Teen rated content 🧡 Orange is for more Mature works 💋 Red is for anything rated Explicit

My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

Not all of these works are on Tumblr yet, but feel free to check out my A03 profile for all works!

Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Most Recent One-Shot Release: On The Nature of Daylight (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Preposterous Thing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young! Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Watch & Learn" - Dave York x Javi Gutierrez x AFAB!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "On The Nature of Daylight" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

[penvisions]

hello hello and thank you so much for being here in my little corner of the internet! i'm a long time hobby writer that's getting back into the swing of things as hyper fixations take place. currently that includes a wide range of fandoms and most of my works are still in progress (ppcu). i hope that doesn't deter you from checking them out!

i hope you they bring something to you if you decide to check them out, little joys are so important these days

any and all likes, reblogs, comments, asks, shoutouts are so so greatly appreciated ♡ please feel free to reach out if you feel so inclined ♡ i’d be happy to chat with y’all

there is absolutely no pressure, but here is my kofi account if anyone if feeling generous ♡

wanted to pop into this post and highlight that a few of my reader characters range from descriptions of hair and skin color / texture. most of them have been adapted from OFC characters in my mind but i want everyone to feel like they aren't being blindsided when reading or beginning to start my fics. most details can be discarded. i hope this is all okay and happy reading! love y'all so much and just want everyone to have a good time and enjoy reading ♡

-> ao3 link || drabble masterlist

*The Last of Us:

Joel Miller x Reader Masterlist

*Triple Frontier

Frankie Morales x Reader Masterlist

*Kingsman: Golden Circle

Jack Daniels x Reader || Agent Whiskey x Reader Masterlist

*Star Wars: The Mandalorian:

Title: of beskar and kyber Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader) Status: work in progress Summary: You’ve been on the run for as long as you can remember, from a lot of different people and a lot of different things. Everyone seems to see you as either a prize to show off or a captive to exploit. You had been successful in keeping a low profile and evading brief captures. That is until your mother contracted the Guild and the Mandalorian came to possess your tracking fob. Will he be the reason your freedom is no longer something attainable or will he be the one to help you achieve it in ways you never anticipated? 

ao3 link || series masterlist

*Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Title: from grief to grace Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader Summary: Determined to work through your heartbreak, you end up spacing out until your boss comes to check on you.

fic link

*Eddington

Title: appointing authority Pairing: Ted Garcia x F! Reader Summary: Mr. Garcia needs a distraction from all the hard work he's been doing and you're more than happy to provide it.

fic link

[renx01]

Masterlist

I thought it might be easier if I made a masterlist, so here we are. If you want to see anything in particular or have any prompts you'd like to see used, feel free to submit it using this form. You can also send an ama or pm if you prefer that. (Fandoms that aren't currently in the masterlist are fine, I'll just check if I'm interested in writing for them beforehand and let you know).

Current fandoms: Kingsman & BBC Sherlock (more coming soon)

Kingsman

Harry Hart (Galahad)

Multi-part

Betrayed - Your father is the head of a criminal enterprise, one which has come onto the kingsman’s radar. Galahad has the task to get closer to said head, so he starts dating you. After a lot of apprehension on your side, you finally let your walls be broken down by him. That is until you find out that he’s been using you all along. part 1, part 2 (Finished)

Playing Along - “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and agent Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, Part 5, Part 6, (ongoing)

One-shots & drabbles

You called - (1.5k)  “You came.” - “You called.”

Too Sweet - (6.4k) inspired by Hozier's song of the same name

Character info (self)insert characters

I’ve opted to give them actual names and other general info throughout the fics. They are, however, written using the “you” perspective.

Agent Kay

Agent Tristan

Sherlock

Multi-part

Out of sight - Moriarty is your boss. After he helped you out of a precarious situation when you were still a minor, you started working for him. Now, he has a new job for you. Get close to the Holmes brothers to keep an eye on them for him. Pairings: Johnlock, Jim Moriarty x reader & Mycroft Holmes x reader part 1, part 2, part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , part 6, (ongoing)

One-shots & drabbles

Eat your young - (t.b.a.) Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Holmes!reader

Want to be tagged in fics or do you have requests? Fill out the forms linked in my carrd!

[eveningearlgrey]

Another Percilot wip which I have no idea if I could finish it or not

This stemmed from a random thought of James and Percy spending their cute little moment after their...intimate encounter👀 You know, snuggling, whispering sweet nothing, nuzzling at each other. You get the idea. I know you do.

But then I thought, what if they weren't in a relationship yet?

So, this is how it looks like.

James is more of a booty call in this draft, and Percy would call him whenever he has a certain itch and in need of a scratch(and he's awfully good at it so much that Percy hates to admit)

He wants to explore their relationship further. However, Percy always turns him down because he's a complete idiot when it comes to emotions(even though he wants the same thing. That's how dense this mf is.)

Percy views James as someone who's fickle and unreliable; not secured enough, not trustworthy enough to settle down with. But then again, he is also the one who uses James for his occasional pleasure, even unknowingly hurt James's feelings sometimes.

What a hypocrite, don't you think? That's what I love about him🥰 My emotionally unavailable lamppost man.

[missredherring]

Misc Characters Masterlist

🌶️= spice

August Walker (Mission Impossible: Fallout)

Paperwork - Settling Up🌶️

For a second he thought about dumping the files on the floor, pushing you up against his desk, and teasing you with more than just words. 

Charlie Hesketh (Kingsman)

HP AU drabble

The last thing he remembered was cornering the Dark Wizard he’d been tracking all week in an alleyway. There’d been some spells exchanged and pain, a lot of pain, and everything had gone black.

Running

Merlin barely looked him in the eyes when he handed the bag over. “Thank you, sir.” Charlie said, unable to hide his grin. This was going to be fun, after all. “Cheeky.” Merlin muttered under his breath and left the room.

Clark Kent (Superman DCU)

Pocket Full of Sunshine

Two people/One Bed Couch

Darcy Lewis (MCU)

Rainy Day Blues

Darcy was tired of Jane’s moping and sighing after an hour, but after two days? Yea, something had to be done, or else Darcy couldn’t be held responsible for what happened to Jane.

Friday Night at Kellerman's

She grinned at both of them and gestured to the drink. “I helped carry a watermelon.” She said when Max moved the microphone closer to her.

A Sheet of Paper

Darcy looks before she leaps. This time.

Darcy Lewis, Pokemon Master: Part One - Part Two

“I wanted you to get a decent education before you went running off into the wild. People seem to forget that there’s more to the world than those monsters. They get ideas in their heads that Pokémon are the only thing they need and run off without another word.”

AHS Coven + MCU crossover AU Marvel Coven

"She does not see the paths that connect our realms. But you do." It was so strange to hear a voice in her head other than her Supreme and coven head, Cordelia. His voice felt... wicked.

That Would Be Enough (Darcy x Pepper x Tony)

Pepper had stopped mid-sentence and her mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes fixing on Darcy’s face. Sometimes Darcy felt so young compared to Pepper and Tony. And other times, times like this, Darcy was a rock that they both clung on to, afraid of being washed away by everything around them.

Royal AU + Accidentally Married + Loki x Darcy Lewis

Loki x Darcy Lewis Week '12

Diversion

“She is a diversion.” Loki thinks.

Disguise

Loki hates the lavish parties that are thrown in the hall of Valhalla. Darcy said to use the word “hate” sparingly because there’s a lot of space between “hate” and a dramatic “dislike,” but Loki is sure that hate is the correct word.

Opposition

Loki’s words echo back to her and Darcy understands that this is going to be her first move in the game she finds herself playing. She makes herself smile up at Thor.

Library

She lifts her hand and the pages turn until they come to an illustration of Loki. He is grinning at her. Darcy sticks her tongue out at him and scribbles a response.

Jealousy

Darcy was just… annoyed that all the possibilities bikinis provided were wasted on Jane who was happy with the boring suit she was in now. Yea, that was it.

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman DCU)

Lunch Date - Aperitif🌶️

You bring Diana her lunch at work and she thanks you.

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)

Ask prompt

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

Gazelle (Kingsman)

Floriography

A circle of yellow carnations were surrounded by fish geraniums. Sprigs of cypress and a large cut of asphodel made up the outside. “You have disappointed us and our expectations of you. Death surrounds you. Our regrets follow you to the grave.” And there, Gazelle noted with a sad tick of her mouth, a lone marigold hidden beneath an ambitious carnation. “Despair.”

Gazelle x Ares (Kingsman and John Wick 2)

Two of a Kind

“I'm coming with you; they’ll never see us coming.”

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Evening, Chief (Plus Size Reader)

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Jim Hopper asked, looking through the car window. 

Think I Could Take Him? (Plus Size Reader)

You were waiting outside of work, tucked under the umbrella of light from a street lamp, when the bronco pulled up.

Self Defense

A lesson on self defense from the police chief himself.

Summer Nights

Catching lightning bugs with friends and family.

Saving Grace: Part One  - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four 

After wrapping up lose ends you’re back in Hawkins to help your sister, Joyce, after the Hawkins Lab chemical leak is exposed.

Logan Howlett/Wolverine (X-Men)

Fisting with Wolverine 🌶️

Petrichor

A florist turns to the last local cut flower farmer available for help. No Powers AU.

Mera (ft Arthur Curry ((Aquaman DCU))

Currents: Sea Sick - Message in a Bottle - Testing the Waters - Snowfall - Cozy - Blood in the Water - Undercurrents

“Mera is the one I want to kiss in this relationship, it turns out.” You told him. You looked at your hands and smiled. Holding hands was nice.   Arthur grunted and looked up when you reached the point in the path when you could hear the waves on the beach again. He turned and studied your face, expression warm with memories and a good night out. “I can work with that.” 

Orm (Aquaman DCU)

Overflow: Looking Up From Underneath - Breaking Waves

Orm starts his community service, but why does it feel like you're being punished instead?

Simon Jordan (Alias Grace)

Hysteria🌶️

“You’re seeing a new doctor for your condition, aren’t you?” Father didn’t look up from the morning paper while asking the question.

Steve Rogers (MCU)

A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers tells you about his tattoos in bed.

Tommy Miller (The Last of Us)

For a Good Time Call... Tommy (Fat Reader)🌶️

He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you with the thing.

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Hikari: Prologue - One  (Plus Size Reader)

A physical therapist with quirk that allows her to control her body temperature gets a new patient.

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑫

pairing: jack daniels x sw!f!reader

genre: smut, angst

word count: 1.8k

summary: he came by every wednesday to ask for your services, he's a broken man, you can tell. however, you didn't expect him to break you in return.

warnings: sex worker reader, client jack, fingering, bondage, piv, jack being jack, cumming on body, set in the kingsman universe

a/n: this idea was a request by anon, which at first I was going to write as a drabble but ofc it ended up being way longer than intended

MLISTS .  LIBRARY. TAGLIST

He comes by every Wednesday. 

He’s a handsome man; An impressive jawline, dark, deep looking eyes, kissable plump lips. By all means, he might be the most handsome client you ever had the pleasure of being with. However, you know pain when you see it. You see that he would rather be with someone else. The first time he came to yo didn't do much. He talked and talked, you’re pretty sure if you had asked later in the evening he would have no recollection about what he said. After he was done talking with his southern drawl, there was only twenty minutes left on the clock. He asked for a blowjob, told you his name while you had your lips wrapped tightly around the head. 

“I’m Jack,” he had said. “Keep your wednesday’s open for me,” 

It’s been two months since he said that. He never misses an appointment, most times he comes on time and some he’s ten, maybe twenty minutes late. He always pays you extra. After each appointment you made a habit of taking a nice long bath after showering. You’re reluctant to clean yourself after Jack leaves, you enjoy smelling him on your skin. But a bath is inevitable. While you soak yourself into the lukewarm water, you think about him. He doesn’t say much about himself. Only bits and pieces. He likes fried chicken and chocolate milkshakes. He skips lunch but enjoys a strong, full breakfast. Nothing personal. 

So you made a game of writing a backstory for him. Especially since he always looks like a wounded animal when he is with you. You imagine a woman that might’ve broken his heart. A cruel and cold woman. Jack never striked you as a meek man, when he’s with you, he’s in full control but for some reason thinking that there’s someone out there, capable of making him feel things, makes you feel a bit better. 

It’s another Wednesday and you’re anxiously looking at your phone. He’s late. Very late, about half an hour. 

Two minutes pass and finally the hotel room echoes with a loud knock. You quickly walk to the door, allowing Jack inside. He doesn’t look at you as he struts inside, laying his hat on the nearest surface and sitting on the bed. Jack sometimes comes to you in a mood, today it seems to be one of those days. His skin is taut across his muscles, the veins meandering across his neck popping and eyes glazed over. Suddenly you think of the woman you made up, had she reached out to him? 

“Come here,” he orders, voice gruff. Impatience lacing into his words. You stand only an inch away, legs brushing against his. Another command follows. “Knees,” 

You do as he says. Jack grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his when they were already glued to them from the start. 

“This is the last time sugar,” he whispers. “I won’t be coming here anymore, just one more night and it’s done.” 

You blink heavily. The world around you shifts into slow motion, blood pumping in your ears and heart squeezing in your chest. Imaginary needles prick at your skin, blood pooling under your fingernails. You don’t understand. You’re not sure you want to. 

But he’s a client. You can’t ask him to stay. 

You ask something else instead. 

“Was my service not to your liking?” 

He seems taken aback by the sudden formality. His lips part, cheeks dusted with a light shade of red. 

“W-What? No, of course not. You’re fantastic, darlin’” he chews on his bottom lip as if there’s an imaginary straw between them. “It’s something else. Something that has nothing to do with you,” 

Of course it has nothing to do with you. You’re the hooker. 

You lower your gaze, not wanting his to bore into yours any more. He gives you the impression that he can see into your heart, to your soul. You’re completely naked when he looks at you like that, both physically and emotionally. Some days you like that he can make you feel that way, that he makes you feel seen. Today is not one of those days. 

You’re almost angry when you unbutton his pants, tugging them down with movements that are soon to be forgotten. 

“What would you like for your last night then?” you ask, voice bitter. “A blowjob?” 

“No actually,” he says, holding your hands. He ignores your pettiness. “I wanted to tie you up, I brought something,” 

You raise an eyebrow and with a smile he reaches for his waist and pulls out a literal bullwhip. In hindsight, you should probably be shocked. But it’s Jack, it wouldn’t be the first time he brought you a toy to play with. Though, you never would’ve thought he wanted to end with bondage. 

“I just really want to focus on you, sugarcube. Want to tease you and make you cum over and over again till you can’t tell your front from back,” 

Thick arousal grows between your legs, you press your lips together, a weak attempt to hide the feeling. You only nod as you strip yourself. A twinge of disappointment bubbles in your chest when he only sheds off his leather jacket. 

“On your knees, your hands behind your back,” 

For a moment you want to joke about him sounding like a cop. The words linger on the tip of your tongue but you swallow it down. The pain of being the last time that you would be seeing him settling into your heart and making you incapable of thinking anything else. 

The leather burns your skin, your arms already tingling, warning you that you’re going to be sore the next day. Excitement cascades across your skin when you feel thick fingers move against your bare back. 

“You look beautiful like this,” 

You don’t gratify him with an answer, he doesn’t seem to care. His hand slides down your ass and cups your mound, he plays with the soft curls, gently tugging on them and keening at the way you whimper. 

“Your bush is soaked darlin’, is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you answer, letting out an exaggerated moan. It was second nature to you to always agree with the customer. Tough, this time it does hold some truth to it. “Only for you,” 

“I know you’re fakin’ it but soon you’ll be creaming all around my cock for real,” 

Oh you have no doubt about that. 

Jack works you open with his fingers, pleasure hitting your burning body like a cold wave. Not even ten minutes pass and your face is buried in the pillows, muffled moans rattling your chest. You can’t see it but you’re positive he’s beaming with pride, a smug smirk etched into his handsome face. The sounds fill the room, your thighs trembling and arms involuntarily straining against the bullwhip as your body attempts to break free. He curls his fingers and you scream his name, your pussy clenches around the digits. You need more. His fingers aren’t enough to scratch the itch of your lingering orgasm. Your body is so intuned with his that you’re positive you won’t be able to cum without him filling you up to the brim. 

“Jack,” you moan, throat sore. “Give me your cock please–” 

Especially if it’s going to be the last time, you want to add but don’t. 

He wordlessly pulls out his finger with a wet pop. Your chest heaves at the emptiness, heart feeling strained as you turn your head to the side in order to properly breathe. You fill your lungs with air, it smells like sweat and slick. 

You hear a zipper, Jack slants himself between your legs, hands gripping your wrists and squeezing. He drags his cock between your wet folds, grinding his hips so that the shaft would press into your aching clit. A gasp violently makes its way out of your lips, skin bursting with goosebumps. 

“Beg sugar,” 

“Please Jack,” you immediately say. “Please let me have your cock– I need it so bad– You feel amazing inside me, and– and–” you swallow, licking your spit soaked lips. “And I make you feel good too, right? You love my pussy, right?” 

You can feel his chest across your back, his mouth touching the rim of your ear. 

“I love you pussy, darlin’” 

You close your eyes. The words go straight into your body, staying there and swirling in your gut. 

“Will you be able to live without it?” you ask, voice sultry and needy. 

“I won’t,” 

When he’s inside of you, it feels like the world might end any second. He pulls you back by the wrists each time he thrusts forward, he goes in deeper, fucks you harder, your muscles ripple with pleasure, your moans loud. He sets a fast pace, soon he pulls you up, you feel his breath ghosting at your nape. Both his hands slide to your front, grabbing your tits and playing with your pebbled nipples. Your senses overwhelm you, nipples aching and tingling as he pinches them. You sloppily roll your hips in hopes to meet his thrusts. 

“Tell me you love me,” he grunts into your wet skin, his one hand trails down and presses hard against your clit. You see stars. “Say it,” 

“I love you,” you blurt out. Your heart rattles within your chest, your mind reminds you that this was a service you provided and men frequently asked for it. “I love you so fucking much Jack– Let me cum, please– I–” 

“Tell me you don’t want me to leave,” he huffs out, hips moving faster. His cock still stretches you every time he thrusts forward. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” you reply on command. 

He starts to draw quick circles around your clit, your body vibrates, slick dripping down his cock. It doesn’t take you long after that. You see stars, cunt squeezing around him and body spasming against his chest. He’s strong and looms over you while you moan for him. Jack fucks you through your orgasm, tearing another one right before pulling out and cumming hot streaks across your back. Some of it gets on your arms, some of it stains his bullwhip. 

Jack breathes heavily while he unties you, he attempts to go and retrieve the kit but you don’t allow him to. Your eyes are closed. Fear replacing the pleasant tingle of your orgasm. 

“Why did you make me say those things?” you choke out. You already know you shouldn’t have asked. 

You still refuse to look at him but feel his fingers rubbing the red marks encircling your wrists. 

“I’m not quite sure myself sugar,” he sighs, fingers leaving the warmth of your skin. “I’m sorry for making you say it. I’ll go now. Thank you for everything darlin’” 

Your lungs collapse when his lips touch your forehead, your eyes still closed. His knuckles gently knock against the bedside table, letting you know he’s leaving the money. The door closes. Only then you open your eyes, the ceiling a dirty white. 

The sensation of his lips lays heavy on your body. You don’t even have the strength to cry, you only feel. 

[thelastofhyde]

⭒﹙hyde's bookshelf.﹚ᩡ all of my writing can be found here, separated by character﹠category. if you wish to request, make sure you read the rules first. i greatly appreciate comments﹠reblogs on my works, helps creators more than just a simple like.

✷ ─ jack "whiskey" daniels⨾ kingsman: the golden circle

￬ oneshots.

ˑ hit the road, jack!

✷ ─ javier peña ⨾ narcos.

￬ oneshots.

ˑ you cut your hair, and take some space. part 2

✷ ─ joel miller ⨾ the last of us.

￬ series.

ˑ para sentir el calor del sol ( to feel the sun’s warmth )

ˑ sail away with me

￬ oneshots.

ˑ a mercenary named time.

ˑ spring break.

￬ drabbles.

ˑ no-outbreak!joel miller gets a topless maid !