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🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ .

@thelionofnaples sent in a meme !!

🚨 // push my muse to the ground & straddle them .📢 // tell my muse ‘ stop squirming ! ’ 

             it wasn’t often that the two of them went on missions together.              but things had already taken a turn and harry wasn’t quite sure             how to handle this. but his first reaction and impulse were too             often the ones he had to go by. he shoved napoleon into a              nearby room, and then immediately to the ground. in fear of             being caught he quickly straddled the younger man, getting             in low and pinning napoleon’s arms down with his hands.                          ❛ stop squirming, ❜ he hissed, glancing over his             shoulder. there were the shadows — without any further             hesitation, harry leaned down and kissed him. and thank             god, it was enough. the people tracking them simply             paused and then proceeded to walk by. at least they weren’t             caught?

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i have to get ready for work & then head off so hit that like button for a starter when i get back!

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            he’s simply stunned, there’s no other way to describe the             expression on his face.  he’s a spy, for christ’s sake — he             should be used to surprises by now. ❛ what are you saying,             exactly? ❜

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“IN A TRAGEDY, nothing is in doubt and everyone’s destiny is known. That makes for tranquility. There is a sort of fellow-feeling among characters in a tragedy: she who kills is as innocent as she who gets killed: it’s all a matter of what part you are playing. Tragedy is restful; and the reason is that hope, that foul deceitful thing, has no part in it. There isn’t any hope. You’re trapped. The whole sky has fallen on you, and all you can do about it is shout.”       ― Jean Anouilh, Antigone

                                                       ( YVAIN. KINGSMAN OC. SEMI-SELECTIVE. )

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“That’s a joke, by the way. Not a nice one, a nasty one, which masks a lot of very negative feelings about this fucking organisation.”

                                                eleanor ramsay. sir tristan. KINGSMAN OC. semi-selective

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marwnad‌

That was true. Just knowing there’d be so much he’d be missing, but also it had been something neither could shake. They were tainted by their trade as soon as Arthur had shaken their hand.  “There is always something to do, another thing, and another thing and another thing.” Her voice trailed off and she squeezed his hand, laying her other on top of them. “At least let people help you. Let me help you. No man is an island. And I’m here for whatever you need, even for the paperwork." 

             she was everything he could have every wanted. he was happier              with her than he could have ever imagined he’d be. but when she              spoke, of course he listened; but he dropped his head slightly.              paperwork. retirement. neither of those things that he particularly              liked. ❛ i was thinking more of a distraction. ❜ but there was no              sense in beating around the bush. ❛ anne, love, i think we could              use a child around here. ❜

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@kingsmanmakings​ sent a meme !

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours

            getting in this sort of mood was rare for harry. that dominant,            hungry mood. however, he never thought eggsy particularly            minded. it was fun. this time, eggsy didn’t know. they weren’t            exactly in the bedroom or getting in the mood.                                                                                          in fact, harry            had said something and that had roused some back talk from            eggsy. and eggsy looked away when he said it. so harry took            one big stride up to the other, firmly grabbing eggsy’s jaw and            forcing him to make eye contact.  ❛ i’m not quite sure i heard            you there, love. ❜ he arched a brow at the other. ❛ care to             repeat that? ❜

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selfsaving‌:

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

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formidablemagik‌

         He normally didn’t mind the operas they went to, even if it wasn’t his thing. Roman was good at keeping a facade up. Even now. He remained still and just stared at the stage. When he heard Harry speak, he looked over at him and wasn’t sure if he should be honest but his expression was a little off as he tried to smile. “ I normally don’t mind but…god, this is the worse opera we’ve been to. ”

           at least the man was honest. it was what harry loved about him.             he let out a soft chuckle. luckily, being in kingsman brought             about perks, which meant private box seats. which also meant —            ❛ come on, then. ❜ he stood up, moving his hand to roman’s and            gently tugging. ❛ we’ll stop at the liquor store and we can find            much better entertainment on the telly. this is killing me almost as            much as it’s killing you. ❜

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            it had been a couple weeks since harry had left on his latest             mission. but he returned in the dead of night, and promptly             went into a near-comatose sleep. no hellos or messages to             express his safety. his bed was far too comfortable for that.             far too inviting upon arrival.                                                            finally, well into the afternoon             and the early hours of the evening, he finally awoke. slightly             dazed, but feeling invigorated. but still, he didn’t want to get             up just yet. so instead, he opted to just sit there with his eyes             closed, listening to the silence around him. it was almost soft,             relaxing...                              and then, of course, the door had to open. and with             it opening came a loud presence. but harry didn’t mind. he              never did.

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”Oh, barely. Just that. We could just ask the tech department to install some software for your glasses to aim better.” All in good jest still. As long as there was banter, the situation didn’t look half bad. But the glasses, fitted with Statesman Tech too, were at least useful right now, as giving heat signatures for a short time in the close environment. She scanned the room, but apart from dear old man Hart it seemed empty, they still had some time to regain strength.  “You’re still horrible I see. Don’t get too smug about this.” She gave him an indignant look. “How’s the head?”

            if it was more acceptable as a gentleman, he would have given             her a gentle shove. instead he playfully rolled his eyes at her.             how long since their first mission together? not that they were             always on missions together. but they’d been happening so             frequently as of late. ❛ i’m afraid i’ll live. ❜ he peered over his             glasses before he turned to survey the room. ❛ no scratches              on you, i take it? ❜

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i’m feeling a little bit sleepy so i’m gonna check out for an hour or two to take a nap and maybe have some dinner. i’ll be back either way, it’s just up in the air when. probably a max of 3 hours? idk. ANYWHO i’ll be back soon. my starter call is still open so feel free to leave a like!

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Colin Firth as Harry Hart in Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

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daespoina‌

He had said he was fine; reason enough for Eleanor to just watch him, as if she was just waiting for him to tell her that he wasn’t just fine now. And how she watched, still in her power stance ( very impressive indeed considering that she was about a foor smaller ), then she shook her head and went to lock the door. At least no unwelcome surprises for now. “I got that from your aim.” She shrugged, but it was more good-natured banter than an honest critique.  “My four last missions, I never fired a single shot, didn’t get in any fight… and then you came back.” She reloaded calmly, giving him a short look. “Good to have you back.”

           ❛ oh, hush. my aim was barely off by a centimeter. ❜ his hand moved             to his jaw to brush over the already forming bruise lightly. of course             it stung to the touch, but it was almost a sort of pleasant pain. one             he, admittedly, had missed.             but her admission brought yet             another small smile to his features. ❛ i just keep things interesting.             i daresay you rather like it. ❜

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marwnad‌

Age crept slowly into their bones. “I know,” she stated plainly, but still with a faint smile, as she put the teacups down. A bit melancholic, a bit nostalgic. Remember when we were better? I almost don’t. So she sat down, next to him, crossing her legs and briefly brushed over his hand.  “I know,”, she said again, this time more silently. “Nobody would blame you, you know.” Yes, she did know him. Didn’t matter what she would say now, that was a service for the grave. She wouldn’t do any less, too. 

            ❛ i’d be even more tired if i were to retire. ❜ he was quiet,             moving his hand to hers to intertwine their fingers. ❛ i             could use a reason for me to cut down on hours. but i’m             not going to retire any time soon. ❜ he’d been through so             much and he couldn’t stand it. but at the same time, he             couldn’t live without it.