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[muiitoloko]

hiii could you post somethin for harry hart?? thank youuu

Author Notes: Here it is, hope you like it! (I didn't proofread so any spelling mistakes please let me know)

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Title: Helper

Summary: The son of Mr. and Mrs. Hart, helps his father in an unexpected situation.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman) × Fem!Reader.

Warning: none.

As the moonlight streamed through the bedroom window, Harry lay on the bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. His gaze was filled with a mixture of anticipation and trust as you took the lead. You moved with confidence, your eyes locking onto his as you carefully tied his wrists with silk cords, securing them to the bed frame.

Harry's heart raced as the soft caress of the silk against his skin heightened his senses. He was used to being in control, to being the protector, but in this moment, he surrendered willingly to your touch.

You straddled his lap, your fingers deftly working to ensure the knots were secure. Your touch was gentle yet purposeful, a silent promise of the connection you shared. As you finished your task, you leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you comfortable, my love?" you whispered, your voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine.

Harry's response was a breathless affirmation, his eyes never leaving yours. He trusted you implicitly, knowing that in your hands, he was safe to let go of the control he held so tightly.

Satisfied with the knots, you straightened up and admired your handiwork. Your husband, the renowned agent Galahad, lay before you, tied and vulnerable. It was a sight that stirred something deep within you, a mix of desire and affection that had grown stronger over the years.

Harry's chest rose and fell with every controlled breath, his muscles taut beneath his skin. He watched as your gaze traveled over his body, a heat igniting between you that transcended the physical restraints.

With a subtle shift, you moved to the edge of the bed, your fingers tracing a path along Harry's chest. You leaned down, your lips pressing against his skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses that stirred his senses. Harry's pulse quickened, desire coursing through him as he surrendered to the pleasure of your touch.

"Harry," you murmured his name, your voice a mixture of longing and need. In this moment, he wasn't Galahad, the unflappable agent. He was simply Harry, a man consumed by his love for the you that held his heart.

As your lips traveled lower, your fingers exploring the contours of his body, Harry's senses became heightened. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, erasing any thoughts of the world outside the bedroom.

As the intimate scene continued, a sudden interruption shattered the cocoon of desire that enveloped Harry and you. The shrill sound of the phone ringing echoed through the room, pulling your attention away from your husband. Your gaze flickered towards the Harry's office, your expression torn between duty and desire.

Harry's disappointment was palpable, his heightened senses abruptly brought back to reality. He tried to reassure you, his voice a soft plea. "Love, please... ignore it. Let it wait."

However, duty beckoned, and you reluctantly pulled away from him. You pressed a lingering kiss against Harry's lips, a promise of your return. "I'll be back soon," you whispered, your voice filled with regret.

With a graceful movement, you slipped off the bed and reached for a robe, your actions a mix of efficiency and resignation. You tied the robe around your form, your eyes never leaving Harry's as you promised to return.

As you left the room, Harry was left alone, the silk cords binding his wrists a stark reminder of their interrupted intimacy. He lay there for a few moments, his mind torn between the desire that still pulsed within him and the knowledge that duty called.

Unable to resist the urge, Harry tested the strings that bound him, his fingers working to pull against the knots. A mixture of frustration and longing coursed through him as he yearned for the return of your touch.

As the room remained shrouded in a tense atmosphere, Harry's anticipation grew. He longed for your return, eager to resume the intimacy you had begun. However, to his surprise, it wasn't you who entered the room.

The door creaked open, and a sleepy-eyed figure stepped inside. It was their 6-year-old son, Gary, affectionately known as Eggsy. Rubbing his eyes, Eggsy looked curiously at his father, his gaze fixated on the sight before him—Harry, tied to the bed.

Wide-eyed, Eggsy blinked in confusion. "Daddy, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of innocence and curiosity.

Harry's embarrassment was palpable as he tugged at the ropes once again, a futile attempt to free himself. His mind raced to come up with an explanation that a 6-year-old would understand. He quickly conjured a lie, a skill he had honed over his years as a spy.

"Eggsy, my boy," Harry began, his voice a mixture of seriousness and playfulness. "This is... training. You see, as a spy, I have to be ready for anything. Sometimes, bad guys might capture me and tie me up, so I need to know how to get free."

Eggsy's eyes widened with wonder, his sleepiness fading as he absorbed his father's words. "Really, Daddy? You're training?"

Harry nodded, his expression a mixture of amusement and relief. "Yes, Eggsy, really. It's important to be prepared. But guess what? You can join me in the training if you'd like!"

Eggsy's face lit up with excitement, his sleepy demeanor forgotten. "Can I? Can I help you, Daddy?"

Harry smiled warmly, his heart swelling with affection for his son. "Of course, you can. I'll need your help to untie these knots. You're my little partner in training."

Eggsy wasted no time, climbing onto the bed with determined enthusiasm. Stretching out his tiny hands, he examined the knots with a serious expression. "I'll help you, Daddy. We'll be the best team!"

Harry's heart swelled with pride as Eggsy's small fingers worked diligently to undo the knots. He watched as his son's determination mirrored his own, even in this playful context. As the knots gradually came undone, Harry felt a sense of accomplishment and joy that went beyond the physical restraints.

"There you go, Daddy!" Eggsy exclaimed with a triumphant grin as the last knot unraveled.

Harry pulled his wrists free, his smile matching Eggsy's enthusiasm. "Thank you, partner. You're a natural."

Eggsy beamed, clearly proud of his contribution. "I helped Daddy like a real spy!"

Harry chuckled, pulling Eggsy into a warm embrace. "Yes, you did. And I'm lucky to have the best partner in the world."

As you returned to the bedroom, your eyes were met with a heartwarming sight. Harry and Eggsy were locked in a warm embrace, their bond evident in the way they held each other. Your heart swelled with affection as you watched your husband and son.

"Hey, what's going on here?" you asked, your voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Eggsy turned to you with an excited grin. "Mummy, I helped Daddy with his spy training!"

You arched an eyebrow, your lips curving into a playful smile. "Oh, did you now? And how did you become Daddy's little helper?"

Eggsy's eyes sparkled with excitement as he recounted the tale. "I heard a noise. So, I came to see what it was. Then I saw Daddy and he was tied to the bed. He said I could help him, so I untied the knots and now I'm a spy too!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Eggsy's innocent enthusiasm. You looked at Harry, your gaze filled with a mix of amusement and understanding. You realized that Harry had lied to Eggsy to protect his innocence, to shield him from the reality of your playful intimacy.

"That sounds like quite the adventure," you said with a playful twinkle in your eyes. "You and Daddy make a great team."

Eggsy beamed at the praise, his tiredness momentarily forgotten. "Yeah, we're a team! But now I'm sleepy, Mummy."

Harry chuckled, his affection for his son evident in his gaze. "Alright, partner. Let's get you back to bed."

As Harry picked up Eggsy, the little boy yawned tiredly, his energy waning. "Goodnight, Mummy," he murmured, waving sleepily over his father's shoulder.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," you replied, your voice gentle and filled with warmth. "Sleep well."

With Eggsy in his arms, Harry gave you a loving smile, his gratitude for your understanding clear in his eyes. He carried his sleepy son out of the room, leaving behind a sense of family and the unbreakable bonds you shared.

As the door closed, you were left alone with your thoughts, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. You looked around the room, a fond smile gracing your lips. In the midst of espionage and danger, there was always room for love, laughter, and the beautiful innocence of a child's imagination.

[filthyfirth]

Colin Firth as Michael Peterson in The Staircase Episode 1 “Common Sense”

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Who did you show the papers to?

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[filthyfirth]

we could be married and i'll still call you bro

[mollydobby]

Time to make a new start, perhaps ~ Bridget Jones's Diary (2001)

[muiitoloko]

DUTY AND DESIRE

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Author's Note: I've been wanting to write something about Harry's perspective. Thanks for the 30 followers!

Summary: In a world of espionage and intrigue, Harry Hart, codenamed Arthur, grapples with the intoxicating allure of his secret lover, Bedivere. As he leads the elite Kingsman organization, his thoughts are consumed by forbidden desires, blurring the lines between duty and passion.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of sex, but nothing too explicit.

In a world where secrets and danger intertwine, Harry Hart, codenamed Arthur, bore the weight of Kingsman's fate. In his opulent office at the Kingsman mansion, surrounded by mission reports and intelligence files, he struggled to maintain focus. While the room was quiet save for the hum of electronics, Harry's thoughts were far from the realm of espionage he oversaw.

His mind was consumed by you, codenamed Bedivere, a younger woman who held his heart in a vice grip. Their clandestine affair was a high-stakes dance, where duty clashed with desire. The memory of their morning encounter lingered, their passion etched deeply into his mind.

Lounging in his leather chair, Harry's fingers tapped absentmindedly on the desk's wooden surface. Thoughts of Bedivere's moans and the sensation of their bodies intertwined consumed him. His imagination ran wild, envisioning her lips on his skin, her touch kindling a fire that blazed within him.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he surrendered to his desires. His eyes closed briefly as he conjured an enticing image of Bedivere, her captivating allure overwhelming him. The boundaries of reality blurred as his thoughts painted vivid scenes fueled by his longing.

His sigh carried both satisfaction and frustration, his thoughts dominated by Bedivere's presence and the intoxicating sensations she stirred within him. His gaze shifted to his office table, becoming the backdrop for his fevered fantasies.

In a whispered voice, he gave voice to his yearning, his tone low and commanding, "I want you, Bedivere. I want to make you mine in every way."

In his mind's eye, the table became a canvas for their shared desires. He saw himself bending her over its surface, the polished wood cool against her heated skin. His fingers traced her spine, his breath hitching with the imagined sensation of her grip around him.

He imagined the anticipation building, a tension filling the air as he prepared to thrust deep inside her. His fantasy unfolded like an erotic dance, his mind captivated by the allure of their connection.

As Harry's thoughts spiraled further, a knock on his door jolted him from his reverie. He straightened in his chair, the interruption unwelcome as he called out, "Enter."

Merlin, his trusted colleague, walked in with papers in hand. "Arthur, I've brought the latest mission updates from Cairo," Merlin announced in his usual professional tone.

Harry nodded, his gaze returning to the mission reports. His mind remained a battleground, part engaged in the conversation while the other wrestled with his insatiable desire for Bedivere. The tension between his role as Arthur and his fervent longings pulsed beneath the surface.

As Merlin continued discussing the mission details, Harry's focus faltered. Bedivere's sultry moans seemed to echo amidst the room's businesslike atmosphere. The tug-of-war between his roles as a leader and a lover intensified, drawing him further into a realm where their connection was paramount.

With a determined sigh, Harry refocused on the conversation, pushing aside the forbidden desires that threatened to consume him. The responsibilities he bore as Arthur clashed with the overwhelming pull he felt toward Bedivere. The weight of leadership paled before the intensity of his affection and craving for her.

Amidst the world of secrecy and danger, Harry Hart—Arthur—navigated the labyrinth of his emotions. His thoughts straddled the fine line between duty and desire, a balance growing ever more precarious. The realm of Kingsman was fraught with peril, and his connection with Bedivere introduced an unpredictable layer to his already complex role.

As the meeting concluded, Harry's thoughts remained entangled in his reveries. The allure of Bedivere flowed as a constant current beneath the surface, a secret that fueled his passion. The dynamic of his position as a leader clashed with the vulnerability he experienced as a man consumed by longing for the woman who held his heart.

Ultimately, Harry Hart walked the tightrope of his emotions, traversing the delicate terrain of love and espionage. His heart remained divided between his responsibilities and his yearning—a testament to the intricate dance of his dual existence.

[filthyfirth]

Happy Birthday Colin Firth | 10.09.1960

[darcyfirth]

Thank you to @unwinthehart 🧡 who just tagged me to do this really cute game of this or that (fic edition) and doing it was really hard because there are times I didn’t know which to choose :C

But I pulled through (while cheating a little):

I’m tagging @johnsimms @soft-shroom @filthyfirth & @pedro-pastel to do this but of course there’s no pressure at all <3 And if my followers want to do it, you guys can tag me in your posts and say that I’ve tagged you :”D I’d love to see what’s everyone’s preferences for specific genres in fan fics.

Here’s the template for y’all to download and try it out:

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