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[tegerton]

Dude, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! Does anyone even remember me? Sorry for the very long hiatus, but I’m dipping my toes back into fanfic writing. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. What better way to come back with trying out an original story, that’s right this bad boy is coming from my head.

You can all thank @justsomerandomfanfic for waking me up. Seriously, thank you so much for liking my writing. It means the world (I thought my writing was pretty bad not gonna lie haha) but I am so glad I can make someone’s day with it! Apologies in advance. Please let me know if I should add any specific warnings! Hearts, reblogs, and comments are lovely!

I am going to try and attempt a GN reader x Eggsy (please let me know if I need to fix anything)

Eggsy x GN Reader

Word Count: A little over 1k

Warnings: Implied fighting and not so great friends (it’s not too bad tho)

It was supposed to be just a chill night out with some friends at a rather less crowded bar. Yeah it was anything but that. Once the words “Manners, maketh, man.” were thrown into the mix and all bets were off the table. Various objects like tables, chairs, and umbrellas went flying as their eyes scanned to find various things.

1. Find a safe exit (The front doors had been barricaded shut, but there’s got to be an emergency exit somewhere in this dump).

2. Stick with the people you know.

3. Get out.

After a few close attempts the group decided to book it for an exit that was in the back of the little kitchen in the bar. The friends left in a hurry not giving their final remaining friend a clear plan.

“Thanks guys! Thanks for not TELLING ME THE PLAN!” The tone was in the midst of transitioning from rather annoyed to fearing for their life. But rather than hearing screams and carious grunts the room was eerily silent. It’s at this moment that they realized someone just saw their outburst. Turning to face the one man army they noticed the umbrella that had been previously used to take out at least half of the patrons in the bar who are currently laying on the ground. “Put the umbrella down.” The rather well dressed man slowly followed orders as he gently placed his Kingsman umbrella onto the floor. “Now, unlock the doors.” With some loud clicking the entrance was now unlocked. “Ok I’m going to leave.” It was an agonizingly slow exit as they never turned their back on the stranger.

“Sorry I ruined your night out.” Once his accent came out their heart dropped just the tiniest bit, it didn’t help that he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck exposing a rather good physique in the muscles of his arms.

“No, do not try to play the cute guy card with me.” Their hands pressed onto their hips as the shortness of breath from the entire situation finally caught up. A strained sigh came over as the lights reflecting off the rainy pavements were not helping.

“The cute card?” His hands fixed his suit as he finally exited the bar smoothly opening the umbrella right over both of their heads. “I’d rather say I’m just charming in general.” His wink was met with a side eye. “Alright I kind of get the sense that maybe I did something wrong.”

“Hmmmm I’m not sure let me go ask someone in the bar if they know,” It was the fake walk back to the bar that made him chuckle. “Oh yeah that’s right, they’re all passed out!”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I was Batman or something?”

“Batman doesn’t fight crime dressed like Bruce Wayne.”

“Batman isn’t Bruce Wayne.” The seriousness in his voice just made the joke even better. Their eyes rolled with a smile as a well deserved slug was met on his shoulder. “Let’s start over,” He offered his hand for a shake. “Eggsy.”

“Eggsy?” The bridge of their nose scrunched up in thought. “I haven’t been in the UK that long but I will admit that’s the most unique name I’ve come across so far.”

“Well my real name is Gary but I go by Eggsy!” His face was beaming as he explained the story of his nickname. On the other hand the poor bystander was just wanting to go home.

“Yeah that’s really cool and all but I kind of need to get home.” It was their polite yet desperate grimace and the shuffling of feet that made Eggsy connect the dots. Maybe don’t go straight for someone you’re interested in right after making them think they were your next victim. The string of muttered curses that left his lips made it hard to not fall deeper into the surprisingly chill and trendy guy. “Y/N, forgot to tell you. That’s my name.” Finally learning the mystery person’s name gave Eggsy a little faith that he wasn’t a complete failure with charming someone.

“That has to be the weirdest name I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh shut up!” In what would be the weirdest of situations the two found light at the end of the tunnel, a blossoming friendship that Eggsy only dreamed would turn into something else only with time. “No but seriously I have work at 7AM, I need sleep.”

“Do you need a ride?” A part of Eggsy was holding onto hope that the offer would be accepted but he knew the chances were slim.

“As much fun as that sounds, I drove here.” Y/N held up their keys as they pressed the lock button a couple of times causing the car to beep back. “Thanks for the offer.” The night was cold as they rubbed their hands together. “I hope to never see you pissed off at a bar ever again.” A cheesy smile was plastered on their face as Eggsy’s face flushed slightly but due to the cold weather he was able to hide it.

“Yeah hopefully next time we meet, it isn’t like this.” Y/N’s head turned towards him as they laughed a bit.

“What do you want my number or something?” The laugh died fairly quickly as they noticed the look on his face.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed.” He gently kicked a nearby rock. After a quick number exchange the two finally went their separate ways. Y/N noticed the number scribbled on the back of some business card as they slipped it over for further inspection.

“Kingsman?” Some store they had never heard of as they just got in their car and headed back to their apartment. Opening the door their roommate came barreling through giving them a hug.

“Oh my gosh, I was so worried when we lost you at the bar!” Y/N’s shoulders slumped into the hug.

“Yeah you guys were real worried alright.” The tone and sentiment were definitely called for especially since nobody even reached out to help. Not wanting to give it the light of day Y/N just went to their own little room and locked the door. That whole friends thing was for another day, but not now.

The next morning was uneventful as their shift went by with nothing really special happening. Not a bad day, not a good day, just a day. But hey at least the customer’s weren’t the absolute worst today.

“Can I clock out?” The manager slightly jumped in her seat not noticing their hire, engrossed in their emails.

“Oh yeah, thanks for your help.” And with the okay to leave it was a race to find somewhere to get food. With food on the brain, they almost passed something until a shiny golden logo caught their eye. It was the Kingsman store, Y/N took a peek through the window to see what exactly was being sold there but was met with Eggsy who sat across from another man dressed up just like him.

“No way.”

[thattripleabattery]

[firsttarotreader]

“Better to shoot action scene or romantic scene?”

Pedro: Romantic.

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🥰🥰🥰🥰

[palioom]

bull ride

summary: out at a bar, jack watches you ride a mechanical bull and he can't wait to go home so you can ride the real thing.

pairing: jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader word count: 2.0k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); some swearing; dirty talk; unprotected p in v; public sex (kinda); spanking; jack being lowkey cringe

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This had been supposed to be just a nice little evening out at the bar in town. Just a few drinks, some food and each other's company.

What Jack hadn’t expected to happen was to watch his girl ride a mechanical bull while he had the hardest boner of his life. He hadn’t known that the bar had installed one of these things recently and he also hadn’t known that she was quite good at riding it. 

Though he did know she was quite good at riding other things.

Jack watched her from his place at their table, sipping his whiskey as she was thrown back and forth, almost effortlessly moving with the mechanical beast. A laugh on her face the whole time, he swore she gave him a nasty little look whenever she faced him again, paired with a wink.

A wink that only made his dick throb harder.

Adjusting himself in his jeans, he stared at her bouncing breasts without any shame, a small hiss leaving him as he imagined her riding him like this. Moving back before she slid to the front again, pretending to wave a cowboy hat around with a loud laugh while the people around her cheered her on.

What a goddamn sight that was for his old cowboy heart. Seeing his girl ride a damn metal bull was as close as he’d ever get to see her ride the real thing.

She lasted an impressively long time, almost a minute long before she eventually got thrown off. Giggling and laughing all the while, her hair tousled and her face red when she came back to him. Adjusting her clothes as she walked.

And knowing immediately that he was horny as hell as she sat down opposite of him, the biggest grin on her face.

What a teasing little thing she was.

“I kinda wanna go again.” She said, sipping her own drink. The twinkle in her eye was playul, letting his blood boil hot.

“I know a different bull you can ride at home, sugar.” Jack replied with a wide grin, his dark mustache stretched wide over his white teeth. He shifted in place, his cock uncomfortably straining against the zipper of his jeans. “That one’s gonna be even more fun.”

A grin that matched his spread on her features, emptying the last of her drink while waving someone over to pay.

They had barely made it a quarter of the way home when he had to pull over, grabbing her by the chin to pull her into a hungry kiss, his fingers digging into her skin. Her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans, a low groan escaping him and tumbling right into her mouth.

He reluctantly pulled back, only to motion for her to get out and get into the truck bed of the Bronco. Needing her on his dick right now, riding him like she had that damn bull. The image still flickered in front of his eyes, the way she moved on that thing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Wanted to be a cowgirl too, huh?” Jack asked, when he sat down at the edge of the truck bed, his hands on her waist pulling her closer. Their lips met again, his tongue slipping into her mouth while her arms snaked around the back of his neck, almost knocking his hat off of him.

“Maybe.” She giggled in between kisses, feeling his hands move under the hem of her shirt, his fingertips ghosting over her hot skin. 

Who would have known this would get him so hot and bothered? Just by holding onto that thing like her damn life had depended on it. 

Well, in a way she definitely had known. It was one of the reasons she had suggested this bar over the other ones they frequented.

“Let’s see how long you can last on this bull, pretty cowgirl.”

His hands moved to her jeans, working the button open before pulling down the zipper. Thank fuck it was summer, Jack really couldn’t have waited all the way home if it was any colder than right now.

Her pussy was already wet when he let his hand wander into her pants, rubbing over the slick, wet spot that had formed on her panties. She whimpered against his lips, breaking from him to look down at where his hand vanished, finding her clit through her underwear and pressing against it with one thick finger.

Languid movements, chuckling at how her breath hitched in her throat and her hips bucked into his touch. Rubbing over it again and again, enjoying the sweet sounds that left her, gasping and moaning, her feet shuffling apart.

“Jack, please.” She moaned, her lips finding his again in a sloppy kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks. “Don’t tease me, please, baby.”

His finger pressed down harder before he moved his hand back, biting her lip when she whined in protest. Going from cocky to putty in his hands so quickly.

Such a sweet thing, helping him take off her pants, her own hands palming his hard cock, making him groan.

“You’ve been teasin’ me the whole time you were on that damn thing.” He said, yanking her underwear down her legs while she continued kissing him. “C’mon, darlin’, you know this bull needs that cowgirl to ride him.”

A giggle left her, helping him to quickly work open his pants and move them down far enough over his ass that his cock sprang free. Hard and angry, in some desperate need for attention.

Jack hoisted her up, her legs straddling his narrow hips. He really didn’t care that they were on the side of the road and any passing car could see them do this, they were practically in the middle of nowhere anyways.

Taking his hat off of his head, he placed it on hers with a smirk, his hand finding her hips again and squeezing the warm flesh hard. How pretty she looked like this, watching her take his cock in hand to line herself up with him before she slowly sank down.

A guttural sound left her, enjoying the way he stretched her open more and more with every inch, until she sat in his lap.

“Atta girl, lookin’ so pretty takin’ my dick.” He chuckled, giving her ass a sharp smack which made her gasp. “C’mon, show me up close how you rode that thing.”

As she started to move, bouncing in his lap while bracing herself on his broad chest, he leaned back onto his elbows, enjoying the show. Mesmerized by how his dick vanished inside of her tight pussy over and over again, glistening in the low lights.

It made it hard to not just cum instantly, her perfect tits jiggling with every movement, her head thrown back. All while she kept making those noises, unabashed and loud in the silence of the night.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” She moaned, one of her hands moving to her own breast, kneading it, rolling her nipple between two fingers. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He chuckled, just watching her work.

“You liked ridin’ that bull more than this one, didn’t you, sugar?” The words were meant to egg her on, her hips stuttering momentarily before falling back into a rhythm, faster now. “Probably still thinkin’ ‘bout that huge piece of metal between your legs.”

She whimpered, his words only getting her closer to the edge. Changing the angle just slightly, she finally found more friction against her clit while his cock dragged along all the wonderful parts inside of her pussy. So thick and deep, each bounce better than the last.

Fuck, she wished he was fucking her right now, pounding her into the truck bed, knowing he would make it fast but hard with how worked up he was.

It was a miracle he hadn’t busted inside of her yet.

“No, Jack.”

He chuckled, one of his hands reaching out to smooth over her hip and down to her ass, caressing the spot where it had come down harshly. Only to do so again, loving the noises that left her lips.

“You better not, the only bull you need to ride is right here, sugar.” He said, helping her movements by guiding them once they started to falter.

Completely lost in the feeling of his cock, eyes closed and bouncing on him like her life depended on it.

“Just work it, baby, just like that.” The praise made her feel hot, sweat breaking on her skin as she continued to focus on the feeling of him inside of her. “Gimme a yeehaw, sweet cowgirl, c’mon!”

It was ridiculous, a breathless giggle leaving her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She loved the smirk on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Still, she obliged, taking one hand off his chest to lift his hat off of her head, just like she had pretended to earlier.

“Yeehaw, baby!” She yelled, making him laugh beneath her, wishing he could take a picture of this. Her, against the starry sky in the middle of nowhere, waving his hat around.

Maybe he should do that another time.

“Atta girl, keep ridin’ it, show that bull who’s the boss!”

Another harsh smack on her ass, the area red and stinging but simply adding to the feeling.

Jack could be so ridiculous sometimes, but she enjoyed it, grinding down into him harder.

“This bull’s got some stamina.” She breathed out, nothing but a whiny whisper. “Fuck, I’m close.”

He sat up again, his hands pushing her down into his lap, feeling her grip him tight when his lips found hers.

“Soak it, sugar,” Jack groaned against her lips, teetering right on the edge, “be a good little cowgirl for me and soak my cock with that talented pussy.”

His fingers found her clit, hurling her right over the edge with just the smallest touch, her arms wrapping around his neck once again as her pussy convulsed around him, breathless moans leaving her.

It made her head spin, the intensity of her orgasm and as her hips faltered, he kept guiding her movements, his fingers still working on her clit. Too much at once, biting his lip as he finally fell over as well.

Pressing her down into his lap, his dick spilling deep inside of her with a deep groan. He could never get enough of that feeling of her tight pussy.

His arms encircled her waist, keeping her close as she slowly caught her breath, slumped against him. That was too much of a workout tonight, first her session on the mechanical bull and now her rodeo on this one.

“What a ride.” She chuckled, leaning back to look at him. Taking his hat off of her, she placed it back on his head. “How d’you enjoy this rodeo, cowboy?”

Jack laughed, squeezing her tight.

What a filthy little thing.

“Never enjoyed bein’ ridden more than with this damn fine cowgirl on top of me.” He answered, giving her a little pat on the hip, signalling her to move off of him. If they were home already, she could have stayed sitting on his cock all night long but unfortunately they still had a bit of a drive in front of them.

She understood, moving off of him, still smiling but missing the feeling of him inside of her already.

Jack helped her get dressed again after he had put his own pants back in place, steadying her as she stood on wobbly legs.

“Which one did you enjoy more, darlin’?” He asked once they were finished and back in the car again. “There’s only one right answer here, sugar, so choose carefully.”

She giggled, pretending to think for a moment as he started the Bronco and took off.

“The mechanical one was wild.” She said, seeing him raise an eyebrow, just the corner of his lips curling up. “But nothing’s better than the real deal, don’t worry, Jack.”

He laughed at that, shaking his head.

“Nothin' better than a real bull to ride, that’s true, sugar.” Looking over at her briefly, she could still see the mischief in his eyes, promising nothing good. “But you should get a few more lessons in, cowgirl. There’s a lot to learn.”

She rolled her eyes, one of her hands laying on his thigh.

“And I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to teach me “

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Can you do a shy reader who is not very good with social cues and agent Whiskey please 

oh boy, with agent whiskey who's a serial flirt? this reminds me of that scene from grey's anatomy of mark sloan and cristina yang lol. anyway, hope you enjoy! ❣️

Social Cues

warnings: flirting. fluff.

pairing: agent whiskey (jack daniels) x female reader

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when jack was informed that there will be a new recruit, he wasn't expecting you. you, in all your glory, and jack can't help but stare as you introduce yourself to the others.

like a moth to a flame, jack volunteers every time there's an opening on your case, has lunch with you, offers you a ride home, everything he could think of just so that he can get a (longer) whiff of you.

but jack is slowly losing his mind. he knows he's got game-- he's jack daniels, for god's sake. jack was just poking fun at first, but now he's actually interested in you and wondering why in hell aren't you?

there's a number of times when jack's trying to flirt with you but you just don't get it. it frustrates and intrigues him.

"hey sugar, why don't you join me for dinner tonight and afterwards i can show you just how my whip works, yeah?" jack smirks. "thanks jack, but ginger already showed me the mechanics. maybe just dinner?"

another time;

"oh, jack, you look like a tomato." jack chuckles, he just returned from a mission that had him stand in the sun for hours. he's sunburnt. "yeah? was hopin' you like tomatoes." "yeah! they're good as a sauce or soup."

"maybe try just telling her you're interested?" ginger suggests.

jack looks at her like she's crazy. "now where's the fun in that?"

"well you're clearly not going anywhere with your current approach." she says. "doesn't seem like your regular charm is working."

"it works. usually." he presses. "i just need to figure out what she likes."

jack spends the next few days coming up with the perfect way to approach you and impress you. he now knows what you like and dislike, what you can't tolerate, and what you absolutely love.

it's not until he sees tequila flirting with you, and you blushing that it gets him mad.

"what's going on here?" he casually asks.

"oh, tequila's just telling me a funny story." you giggle.

jack raises his brow. "oh really? 'bout what?"

tequila shrugs. "had to be there for it to be funny, you know? i'll see you later." he sends a wink your way before leaving.

you shake your head with a smile and look at jack. "so, what can i do for you, jack?"

jack's lips are still pursed. he can't believe tequila would stab him in the back like that.

"jack?"

"huh? oh, nothin-" jack clicks his tongue. enough is enough. "no, actually, i do have a question for you."

"shoot." you nod.

jack looks at you deeply and takes a breath. "what is wrong with you?"

"huh??"

"i- i've been trying to flirt with you all week, and you ignore me. you shoot me down, but you're all smiles and sweetness when you do it." he says. "sugar, i don't know if i should be insulted or what."

your eyes are wide as you stare at him. "you've been flirting with me?"

"yeah." jack replies, stating the obvious. "wait, you don't know?"

you shake your head. "i'm.. okay, it's probably my bad," you grimace, "i've been told that i don't pickup social cues very well."

jack groans and sighs. "no kidding."

you can't help the small chuckle escaping you at jack's obvious struggle. "why don't you ask me directly?"

"what?"

"ask me. directly."

jack blinks a few times and straightens himself. "can- no. will you give me the honor of taking you out on a date?"

you smile. "of course, jack. see, that was easy, right?"

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Pre-TLOU Writers Archive

A resource for finding pre-TLOU Pedro Pascal characters fics

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ARCHIVE MASTERLIST

[mcavoy-girl]

OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! MISHA COLLINS IS COMING TO COMIC CON FINLAND THIS YEAR!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA!!! I CAN'T!!! AND I GET TO MEET HIM!!! *faints*

AND IMAGINE IF JARED OR JENSEN COME TOO!!! ♥️♥️♥️

OOH AND WHAT IF TARON EGERTON COMES TOO?!

*grins like a maniac*

[midnightdjarin]

I’m not saying that I could fix him but yes I am saying that I could fix him

[djinik0w0]

Hi! Are you still taking requests? If so would you draw my polyamorous fish gang?

Not only requests, but questions are also accepted :³

И я немножко увлеклась работая с цветом . . . Хотя множко увлеклась 😶

and someone got very scared

Кто-то тут сильно напугался

[hamishoanvin]

Harry Hart Harry Hart super spy super spy

[imonfirebuttryingnottoshowit]

‘Then we wouldn't be cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain't got much choice, you get me?

A very fun inktober

[tegerton]

Hii can I request smut?

Hi there! I actually don't write smut. Hope this helps, have a good day!

[xxhypersomnia]

Pedrotober Day 11 - Fave Role - Lockscreens

Please use, please reblog.

I chose two different favorites. Honestly, my absolute favorite is Joel Miller but TLOU was getting plenty of love during Pedrotober.

Wanted these sexy men to get some attention too!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Super Spy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: Super Spy

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Merlin, The Skull (OC) (Mentioned), Agent Lamorak, and Guards (Mentioned)

WC: 2,730

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence (but less so), hostages mentioned, kidnapping mentioned crying, trauma mentioned, nervousness, anxiety, love at first sight basically, slight suggestiveness, slight angst, guns, flirting, threats mentioned, and fluff

“Eggsy, have you found The Skull?” Merlin’s voice asked Eggsy through his glasses. 

Eggsy was breathing heavily, gun held tightly in his hands as he leaned against a wall, “No, Merlin. Haven’t found him yet.” He muttered, before slowly peeking around the side of the wall; the coast was clear.

This mission was typical to the other missions Eggsy had gone on. Infiltrate the building, find the document, and not get shot by the baddies hiding around the place. But, unlike most of his missions, there weren’t as many guards to take out. But still, Eggsy was wary, as he crept through the large building. Making his way down the hall, he heard a small whimper. Pausing, Eggsy’s heart began to race more than it already was… 

There were hostages?

“Merlin, this might be a hostage situation.” He murmured, slowly making his way to where he heard the soft cries.

“Be careful, Agent Galahad.”

Eggsy swallowed before he stopped at a door, where the cries had grown louder. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly. Pushing open the door, Eggsy carefully peered inside, noticing a young woman huddled in the corner of the dark room. Eggsy lowered his gun, making his way to the woman. Getting down on one knee, Eggsy tentatively reached a hand out to the woman, trying not to scare her any more.

He watched as the woman looked up from her knees, eyes wide with fear and tears, visibly shaking. Eggsy choked on his breath, eyes widening slightly. She was gorgeous. From the soft slope of her nose, to the batting of her wet lashes… She must have been an angel. His chest felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t help but feel his face flush red as she stared right back at him.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She begged, scooting herself further into the corner that she was in.

Eggsy shook his head, offering her a small smile, “I’m not going to hurt you, love.” He tried to reassure her.

The woman stared at him, “Who… Who are you?”

“My name is Eggsy. I work for Kingsman. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You replied, hesitantly taking Eggsy’s hand, allowing him to help you up.

Eggsy smiled, “That’s a beautiful name.” He complimented, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He spoke, leading you out of the room and helping you sneak out of the building altogether. 

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“Why would they take a hostage?” Merlin asked, as Eggsy crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he peered through the two-way mirror, watching Agent Lamorak try and ask you questions.

“I have no idea. But she’s still a bit shaken up. We shouldn’t be interrogating her. Maybe I should talk to her. I was the one who found her. She trusts me.”

“It’s not interrogating, she might have information that’s important, Eggsy.” Merlin interrupted him, handing Eggsy some paperwork. “Besides, you need to finish the paperwork from the mission.”

Eggsy ignored Merlin, leaving the room to find you. Speed-walking, Eggsy made his way to the room where you were staying in. Entering, you and Agent Lamorak looked up, Lamorak closing the cover of his notebook. “You can leave, Agent. I got this from here.” Eggsy spoke, glancing at you to see you were backed up into the corner of the bed that you were on, arms tightly wrapped around your knees; just like you were only a couple of hours ago.

Lamorak narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding, “Copy that, Agent Galahad.” He spoke before he left, shutting the door behind him.

Eggsy watched him leave, before turning to you, seeing you relax slightly. Walking over, Eggsy took a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He asked, only for you to shrug.

“Not really.” You answered softly, shifting slightly in your seat to drop your knees. Becoming more and more relaxed near him. You bit your lip, sneaking a glance at the Agent beside you, noticing him already looking at you, making your face flush. He was really handsome, you thought, making the situation you were in harder. You had never met someone like Eggsy before. Strong, brave, and sweet. His hazel-green eyes drew you in, like soft murky pools of a pond. He was so caring, making sure you were alright… 

Eggsy pursed his lips, before he cautiously spoke up, “Can you tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes closed briefly, letting out a shaky breath as you felt tears well up inside you, “Uh…” You tried to speak, before gasping out, shaking your head rapidly. 

Eggsy slid closer, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you quickly fell into him. Your hands slid under his jacket, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed. Eggsy held onto you, his other arm making its way around your side to pull you closer into him. He gently rocked back and forth, softly shushing you. 

With his arms around you, you felt at home. How someone could hold that power in their arms boggled you, and yet, you didn’t want him to let go. With being so close to him, you felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow warm with each second. You never wanted him to let you go. But, you knew he would have to sooner or later.

Eggsy felt like his heart was being crushed by a steamroller when he heard your cries. He didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. You were so precious, and kind. Why would The Skull kidnap you, hold you hostage? What was their plan for you? Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time? Eggsy didn’t know, and yet all these questions filled his head. But, he didn’t want to stress you more by asking you. You had gone through a lot, and all Eggsy wanted to do from now on was to keep you safe.

Was this weird? He asked himself. Why so suddenly he felt these feelings towards you? He had only met you a couple of hours ago. Why did he feel like he needed to stay by your side? Why were you suddenly so important? Eggsy never believed in fairytales, like the ones his mother used to read to him when he was a kid. In those stories, they spoke about true love, and love at first sight. Was this it? Was this love? Eggsy felt foolish. But, looking down at you now, he’d welcome being a fool.

“You’re safe, Y/N. No one can harm you here.” He spoke to you softly, “You don’t have to tell me what happened.” He let you know, as you slowly and gradually calmed down.

Raising your head, you looked up at him with your same wide and tearful eyes, “I must tell you,” You began, before you shifted your gaze around the room. The room was small, with one bed, table, the water you didn’t drink, and a large two-way mirror on the opposite side of the wall from you. You turned back to him, eyes pleading, “But not here.” You whispered, and Eggsy’s own eyes widened slightly, glancing around the room himself.

“What do you mean ‘not here’?” He asked, but you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Anyone can be listening. The Skull…” You paused, gulping, “Could be listening.”

Eggsy shook his head slightly, reaching up to gently take your hand in his, “We’re in Kingsman. You’re safe here.” He tried to reassure you, but you shook your head, reaching up with both hands to clutch his jacket.

“Please, Eggsy.” You begged, beseeched, “Please take me somewhere where no one can hear us.”

Eggsy bit his lip, weighing his options slightly. He knew Kingsman was a safe place, but you had been through a traumatizing event, so he nodded. Taking your hand, Eggsy led you to the door, opening it to reveal Lamorak guarding the door. 

“Agent?” He spoke up, eyes glancing in between you and Eggsy. 

“She needs to use the ladies room.” Eggsy spoke, before Lamorak nodded and stood aside to let you both pass.

Eggsy led you down the vast hall, past rooms and large paintings on the walls before he stopped at the records room. The only room in Kingsman where it wasn’t being monitored by sound. Typing in the door code, you and Eggsy entered the records room. It was bright with its LED lights hanging on the ceiling, rows to rows of filing cabinets lined the walls.

Eggsy sighed, turning to you, “Alright, what happened?” He asked, watching as you bit your lip, eyes wide in fright.

“Are you sure no one will hear us?” You asked and Eggsy nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Of course, love. This room isn’t recorded.”

You nodded, “Well,” You began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I was on my way home from work when I decided to take a shortcut. It was getting late and I didn’t want to be late for the new season of my favorite show… So… I…” You faltered slightly, Eggsy’s hands gently squeezing you.

“You’re doing great, love.” He encouraged you, making you sigh.

“So, I took a shortcut through an alley… I didn’t know that The Skull’s henchmen were planning something through there.” You felt your tears well up again as your chest began to hurt. “I had overheard them talking about some plan and I think I might’ve stepped on something because before I knew it, they tackled me… And I woke up in that strange building in that room.” You breathed heavily, getting a bit choked up.

Eggsy’s hands slid down your shoulders, stopping at the dips of your elbows as he intently listened, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What were the plans?” He asked, wanting to know what The Skull was up to, but also mentally wanting to track that man down to teach him a lesson for taking you.

You let out another shaky sigh, “Well,” You began again, looking up at Eggsy with your wide eyes, “I heard that they were planning on trying to get some document about some 1986 thing from some place called Kingsman… I-” You paused, narrowing your eyes as you tried to remember. “I… I don’t remember, I’m sorry.” You stuttered out, as Eggsy shook his head. “But, I knew you were safe, since you said you were an Agent from Kingsman.”

“No need to apologize, it’s alright, love.” But your overall explanation made Eggsy’s eyes widen before they squinted in confusion. “But… How would they even do that?” He asked, more to himself than to you.

You looked up at him, your hands holding onto his arms as you stepped closer to him; now toe to toe. “They said that they were going to get someone on the inside…”

Eggsy never felt more confused in his life, “But how would they-” But then it all clicked. His eyes widened as realization flew on his face. Slowly, Eggsy looked down at you, jaw dropped in shock. “No…”

Your wide doe eyes quickly disappeared, a smirk taking its place, “Yes…” You leaned up on your tippy-toes, lips brushing his ear, “I’m The Skull.” You confessed, before dropping back on your feet.

Eggsy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “What? But you-”

“I pretended to be a hostage, Eggsy honey… You and your too-smart-for-their-own-good team had infiltrated my base… I couldn’t have just let you get away so easily. Now, you believing that I was a poor defenseless woman in need of rescue…” You gave him a pout, flawlessly turning on the waterworks, mimicking your earlier emotions before your pout turned into a smirk, “... Was the plan.” You dropped his arms, lifting your shirt to pull out Eggsy’s gun you had stolen from him earlier. “And well, grabbing your gun…” You aimed it at him, finger on the trigger, “That was just pure luck.”

Eggsy’s eyes widened yet again as he looked down at his suit belt, gun missing from his side. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, looking down at you in shock, and yet impressed. “You won’t shoot me, Skull.” He insisted, making you humm, shaking your head.

“No, I won’t. But, coincidentally, you led me right to where I needed to be. So…” You raised your free hand, adjusting and smoothing out Eggsy’s collar, gun still trained on him, “I am going to grab the document I need for my next phase on the plan… And you’re going to let me hop out that window right there and leave… And please,” You cooed to him, grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly, “Call me that little nickname. I quite like it.” You taunted him.

Eggsy gulped, hoping you hadn’t noticed how warm he was. He never thought that you were the bad guy, but you being able to play with his feelings so easily, made him realize how bad, or good, you were. “You’re not going to get far, Y/N.” Eggsy added, making you laugh out loud, tilting your head back before you gave him your smirk.

“My… Don’t you have a way with words.” You began to walk backwards, pulling him with you, before stopping at a filing cabinet. “You’re girlfriend’s very lucky.” You finished, letting go of him as you opened the cabinet before grabbing the file you needed and slamming it shut. Flipping the file open in your hand, you scooped up the papers, letting the yellow file fall to the ground. You had to admit to yourself, it was hard working with only one hand. Folding the paper as best as you could, you stuffed them into the pocket of your pants.

Eggsy couldn’t help but grin to himself as he watched you fumble around with the papers, his hands slowly dropping to his side, “Don’t have one… Are you available?” Eggsy could hear them now, both Merlin and Harry scolding him for flirting with the enemy… He should be stopping you, but you’ve bewitched him.

You hummed, grabbing him by the collar again to pull him forward with you. Suddenly, your back was pressed against the window, Eggsy pinning you. Eggsy took the opportunity to place his hand against the window’s ledge beside your waist, looming over you as trailed his eyes over you. 

“Are you always this… Coy, with you enemies?” You laughed breathlessly, your cheeks flushing slightly at his close proximity. You really should be leaving. The more you stay, the more you are in danger of being caught. But, looking up at Eggsy, the way he was looking at you... Your heart didn't want to go.

“Only when it's you," Eggsy smirked softly, leaning forward, his nose brushing yours, "Can I see you again?" 

His lips were just about to touch yours when Eggsy paused, the barrel of the gun pressing into his stomach, stopping him. He sighed, chest deflating slightly as you grinned up at him. Your hand slipped from his chest, and you reached behind you; pressing your hands on the top of the window's ledge. Pushing yourself up, legs dangling as you stared down at Eggsy. "It's been real, it's been fun... And it's been really fun." You pushed the window open, patting Eggsy’s hand under yours briefly, "See you later, Eggsy." You flipped backward, Eggsy reaching out to grab you as you fell out of the fourth-story window, but he was too late. 

Eggsy quickly looked out the window, his hands pressed against the window’s ledge as he watched your figure run down the field and into the forest before the Kingsman mansion. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, he bit his lip. His heart was still racing as his other hand clutched his chest. Pausing, Eggsy furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something in his inside suit pocket. Opening it, he stuck his hand in the pocket to pull out a slip of paper, your number scrawled on it; a little heart next to it. Eggsy let out a chuckle, how you did it, he'd never know. All he did know was that he couldn't wait to see you again. But, oh god, Merlin and Harry were going to kill him.

[palioom]

day three - hate sex

pairing: jack "whiskey" daniels x f!reader word count: 534 warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n; hate sex duh, insults, degradation, hair pulling, doggystyle, creampie

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

She hated him, his cocky smile and that stupid fucking dark mustache that stretched over his lips when he grinned. That fucking cowboy hat, his boots. Fuck, she even hated his fucking accent.

She specifically hated his accent. That fucking southern drawl that almost seemed over the top sometimes.

Whiskey always found a way to fuck up a mission and somehow Champ kept insisting on putting them together.

Because they made such an amazing team.

Sure. 

Their trips were fuelled by snide comments and hate, only managing to act up somehow when undercover, stalking after a suspect..

Still, the way he fucked her made up for his attitude, his hips snapping into her harshly, the palm of his hand cracking against her already red ass cheek in quick succession.

That thick, heavy cock of his, hitting her cervix over and over, his thick fingers curling into her hips so hard she would certainly wake up with bruises, moaning and grunting into the pillow in front of her. 

“Take it, c’mon.” He groaned behind her, smacking her ass again, her pussy clenching around him from the contact. “Fucking bitch, couldn’t even let me handle it.”

Whiskey accentuated each of his words with a particularly harsh thrust, making her cry out into the pillow.

“Because you were fucking it up royally, you asshole!” She replied, lifting her head to look over her shoulder at him. Seeing his stupid face, sweat on his forehead, teeth bared as he kept pounding into her. “You’re not good for shit, Whiskey!”

One of his hands left her hip, curling his fingers into her hair instead, pulling her up, enjoying the way she yelped, reaching behind her, finding his waist.

“Good at nothin’ except fucking you, huh, sugar?” He rasped against her ear, that thick accent only making her hate him more. The sting from his tight grip on her hair only got her closer, his hips reaching a punishing pace. “And you ain’t got no use besides takin’ my cock, sweetheart.”

Reaching her orgasm with a guttural moan, her whole body shook as she gripped his cock tight, her fingers digging into his skin behind her. It consumed all of her, mingling with the hate she felt for him.

He followed close behind, grunting into her ear as he came inside of her, feeling him twitch when he stilled deep inside of her pussy.

For a moment, all of the hate and rivalry was forgotten. In the brief first seconds of the afterglow they simply were two people who had quenched the need for release.

Then, he pushed her back down onto the bed, cock slipping out of her, and climbed off the bed to walk over into the bathroom.

She looked after him, used to his brevity after he had fucked her full of his cum. Looked at those stupid muscles on his back, his round ass.

Fucking hell, she really hated Whiskey and every moment they had to spend together.

But she enjoyed the brief moments they had where they just let off steam.

“Fucking asshole.” She muttered, turning onto her back with a groan.

The next time where he fucked up a mission couldn’t come fast enough.

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Sweet Whiskey

Summary: Just soft!Agent Whiskey with an injured you.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x female reader

Masterlist

"Where is she?" Jack pushed the doors open, shoving Eggsy in the process. "Where is she?!"

"I'm here, sourpuss." You winced from behind the curtains. Even without seeing him, you knew there was a frown on Jack's face.

Jack, very dramatically, opened the curtains and sat next to your bed.

"My God, Jack. What would happen if I were naked behind those curtains? You'd just be exposing me to Eggsy here?" You teased.

Jack sighed. He had no time for your little jokes. He held your hand and brought it up to his face, asking you to hold him gently. "Darlin', please. You need to be more careful."

"I'm fine, Jack." You tried to sit up. "Just little bumps and bruises."

His lips pursed. "A GSW is not a 'bumps and bruises' kind of injury. And, Ginger told me you refused medication?"

"What? No," You held his hand. "I just didn't want that instant healing thing she offered. You know it makes me feel nauseous afterwards."

"Darlin-"

"Wait, hold on, so you two are dating?" Eggsy interrupted. "We're allowed to date fellow agents?"

Jack turned towards him. "Do you mind?"

"Right, sorry." Eggsy apologized.

"It's alright, Eggsy." You chuckled. "And no, we're not dating. We're engaged. Oh, and yes, you're allowed to date fellow agents. Just be discreet about it in the beginning."

Jack shook his head and gave you a questioning look, as if to ask, why did you just tell him that?

You raised your brow. "He saved my life, Jack. Be nice."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes like a child. "Kid, mind giving us some privacy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Eggsy left the room.

Once Eggsy left, Jack went closer to your side and held you in his arms. "The moment I heard you were shot, I thought I'd lost you."

You smiled. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

He finally cracked a smile.

"There it is." You kissed the corners of his lips. "You look much better with a smile on your face."

"Patronizing me, sweetheart?"

You faked a gasp. "I would never."

Jack chuckled and kissed your hands. "Get some rest. I'll come back in a few hours after I'm done dealing with the people who did this to my sweet."

You hummed. "There's my man."

"Always yours, darlin'."