#it's healthy stretch your legs let yourself be fucking unbelievably confused

[daincrediblegg]

honestly I don't understand people who don't like weird movies. what do you mean you don't get it? why are you looking up "x explained" on youtube? what do you mean you want to sit down and watch something that makes sense for an hour and a half instead of stumbling through the narrative confused leaving you with bites and bruises and scars that you'll have to tend to afterwards? you have a cowardly soul and you will not survive the tides of change dude I don't know what else to tell you

[sheerfreesia007]

Front Row Show

Title: Front Row Show

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader, Slight Tequila x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,009

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female receiving), Cursing, Voyeurism

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: This was brought about because I watched the first Kingsman the other day and the end scene of the movie got me thinking about how this would play out with Whiskey and Tequila. Of course Tequila’s an opportunistic voyeur you can’t change my mind! But consent is key folks, had to get that in somehow. Feedback is always welcome!

   He had a one track mind as he quickly hopped out of his truck once he had parked it in front of his house. The sun was slowly beginning to set as he made his way quickly up the front steps of the wrap around porch.

   It had been a grueling mission and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and sink into your intoxicating presence. He had imagined you smiling down at him often nights while trying to stay alive on this last mission.

   Nothing had gone according to plan and there were often times that Jack didn’t know if he was ever going to get to see your pretty face again. Or hear your bright laughter ringing in the air around him. It was lucky that they had managed to finish the mission at all. And Jack was just grateful to be home now.

   Walking through the front door he let the screen door slam shut behind him not even hearing the slam of the door as he searched the house quietly looking for you.

   “Jack?!” Came your call from the back bedroom and his eyes immediately focused on you as you entered the hallway. Your smile lit your face with a glow that was almost effervescent. Jack felt his heart skip a beat before it began to pound in his chest. He grinned brightly and relieved to finally see your shining happy face.

   The two of you raced each other down the hallway and met in front of the open archway of the kitchen. Jack swept you up in his arms and held you close to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

   “Oh how I’ve missed you.” You cooed to him as you looked up into his eyes.

   “No more than I’ve missed you sweetheart.” Jack said softly and you beamed under his kind words. Sunlight shone under your skin with your happiness and Jack felt like a flower gravitating towards your rays needing to feel them again. “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart. More than words can express but I’m gonna try.” He said to you in a loving hush.

   He watched as your eyes dilated with understanding of his words. He grinned as he walked back down the hall to your shared bedroom. With every heavy step your body shifted against his and he could feel you squirm against his muscled body.

   “I’m gonna show you every way that I thought and dreamt about you while I was away.” He husked to you in such a low tone that he felt your thighs you tighten around his waist. He smirked at you shifting his hands from around your waist to slide down your back and over your ass to cup it in his large palms. Your gasp was loud in the otherwise quiet home and Jack felt in his bones. Your soft chuckle fell on his all too eager ears as your hands came up and swiped his Stetson from his head. You placed it on the tall dresser as Jack walked into the bedroom and your fingers ran through his chestnut colored hair making him groan low in his throat. It had been too long since he had felt your hands on him in any way. Just as your fingers were carding through his hair your arm brushed against the glasses on his face and you smirked at him.

   “I like the glasses.” You tell him sultrily and he grins at you. “Makes you more distinguished.” Jack chuckles softly at your words until you speak again. “Leave them on.” you whispered and Jack is suddenly choking on air.

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   Tequila plops down into his desk chair and removes his light tan Stetson and sets it down on top of his desk. This last mission was an absolute train wreck. Too many things went wrong while they were on mission. Sighing softly Tequila let his head fall back against his desk chair with a soft thud. His whole body was exhausted but he could feel himself growing restless. He had some pent up energy that wasn’t easing with him relaxing.

   Rubbing a hand over the lower half of his face Tequila knew of a way to work off this energy but as he rolled his head towards his desk phone it just seemed so far away. Sighing again Tequila knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. The bad mood the mission had created in him was making him whiny and childish.

   Just then the standard Statesman glasses he was wearing flared to life and a split screen opened up in his view. Tequila sucked in his breath as he got a clear view of you giving him a sultry look. It took Tequila a second to realize that you had probably activated Whiskey’s glasses and it was confirmed with your next words.

   “I like the glasses.” You husked at Whiskey most likely but the way that you were staring into the glasses screen made it easy for Tequila to pretend you were talking to him like that. “Makes you more distinguished.” You cooed at him and Tequila felt his cheeks heat with a blush. Just then he heard the deep chuckle coming from Whiskey and Tequila felt his lungs deflate a little bit.

He was living in a fantasy and one that he normally wouldn’t conjure up for himself but with the view he had of you he found it easy to fall into. You were Whiskey’s lady, off limits, and Tequila respected you completely to not even want to try anything with you. But that didn’t mean that he never thought about you. There were times when you would be the star of his dreams late at night, not that he’d ever tell Whiskey or you that. It was just normal healthy curiousity about a beautiful woman.

“Leave them on.” You whisper daringly to him and Tequila chokes on his spit as his eyes focus on you. You’re propped up to where your face was even with the glasses and Tequila could imagine himself holding you up in his arms as he moved you to a more comfortable position.

Just then he watches as the slight glimpses of Whiskey’s bedroom moves and your body is tipped back until you fall delicately onto a large bed. You huff out a soft breath before your lips tip up into a brilliant smile that dazzles him. Your hair is flared out around your head and you bite your bottom lip making Tequila groan at the pretty picture you make.

“Well ain’t you a pretty picture?” Comes Whiskey’s husky question and Tequila feels his eyes widen. You’re moving then as your bare feet plant on the bed and you begin to unbutton your blue jeans hurriedly. Your face shows how impatient you are to get down to business but suddenly Whiskey’s hand comes up and stops your movements. “Oh no sweetheart. We’re going to take our time. I’ve waited this long you can wait a little bit more.”

You and Tequila groan simultaneously, Tequila freezes wondering if Whiskey heard him and suddenly he feels dirty. He shouldn’t be watching this. This isn’t right.

“Sweetheart” Whiskey says suddenly and Tequila watches as you look at him confused. Your eyebrows pulled together in that cute way you have when you’re confused on what’s going on. “Remember our last conversation we had in bed before I left on mission?” Whiskey asked seriously and Tequila furrowed his own brows at where this was going.

“Hmmm, you mean us sharing our fantasies?” You ask coyly as you stretched your arms up and arched your body up towards Whiskey trying to entice him. Tequila watched as Whiskey’s hands slowly trailed up your body from your waistband and cupped your breasts over your shirt making you hum at him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Yep that conversation. You remember that one fantasy of yours I’d try to make happen?” Whiskey asked as his tone deepened and you gasped when his fingers tweaked your nipples through your shirt.

“Mhhmmmm, Jack please.” You moaned out loudly to him as your body arched back up towards him. But suddenly Whiskey was pulling his hands slowly down away from your breasts and Tequila could feel him breathing heavier as you whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. “Yes I remember. Where’s this going?” You ask impatiently as you stare up at Whiskey with a soft glare.

Just then the screen that held you jolted twice as if the glasses were moved or jostled and Tequila felt his heart plummet. Whiskey knew he was watching and now as he watched your face clear with understanding you knew also.

“Holy shit.” You gasped out softly and grabbed your breasts tightly in your hands as you moaned. “Please Jack. Can we let him watch?” Tequila sucked in a breath at your question and he almost moaned loudly.

“Told ya I would talk to him about it didn’t I? This just makes it easier.” Whiskey said softly and you moaned underneath him. “Wanna do the honors?” Jack asked you and you bit your bottom lip nodding your head.

Jack shifted so that you were framed perfectly in the screen of his glasses and Tequila couldn’t help but watch as your hands gripped and released your breasts over your shirt. You were still biting your lip as you stared up at him through the glasses. Suddenly one hand slowly slid down your stomach to slip into your pants and you gasped loudly.

“Tequila, wanna watch while Jack fucks me?” You gasped out softly as your hand moved under your pants obviously pleasuring yourself.

“Only if this is alright with the both of you.” Tequila says unbelieving this was actually happening.

“What’d he say?” You ask Whiskey and Whiskey chuckles softly.

“Only if it’s alright with us.” Whiskey answers and you instantly moan as your hips jerk upwards against your hand.

“So okay.” You moan out softly as your hand speeds up. Whiskey moans softly as he watches you move and Tequila can’t help but to follow with his moan. His hand falls to the tent now formed in his pants and lightly grinds his palm against himself.

“Fuck, Whiskey. You lucky dog. Get her naked.” Tequila husks out and Whiskey chuckles again.

“What?” You ask with a wicked grin. Your eyelids are fluttering as you pleasure yourself and suddenly Whiskey’s hands come up to undo your jeans and slide them slowly down your body.

“He said I’m a lucky dog and he wants to see you naked.” Whiskey responds huskily and Tequila watches as you grin wickedly up into the glasses before winking saucily. You sit up and Whiskey helps you remove your shirt easily. You lean forward and press a quick kiss to Whiskey’s lips and Tequila takes that time to undo his own pants and slide them along with his boxers down his thighs. His semi hard cock stands out from his groin and Tequila groans lowly as he grips himself firmly and focuses his eyes on the view of you now topless and only wearing your pretty pink panties.

Whiskey’s hands slide up from your waist to cup your heavy looking breasts making you moan loudly as you squirm underneath his hands. Your hands are starting to grip the sheets and Tequila begins to slowly stroke himself as he settles back in his chair.

“Tweak her nipple Whiskey. She liked that before.” Tequila says softly and he watches as Whiskey’s fingers tweak your nipple. Your responding gasp and arching body fills Tequila’s vision. He groans softly as his hands picks up a little bit and then slows back down, his motions following the response of your body.

“Please.” You moan out softly and shake your head from side to side. Jack’s hands knead your breasts and Tequila imagines it’s him that’s giving you this pleasure as you whimper and moan.

Then the line of sight travels down your body and Tequila feels his own body heat up as your pink panties come into view. Your legs are splayed out around Whiskey’s knees and Tequila can see a wet spot darkening your panties. He sucks in a breath as one of Whiskey’s hands comes down to rest on your pubic bone. His thumb slides downward in a thick stripe and your hips jerk upward at the sensation.

“You’re so wet sweetheart.” Whiskey says huskily as his thumb travels back upwards over your clothed slit. Your mewling loudly in the air and Tequila can just catch a glimpse of your head shaking back and forth. “You like knowing that Tequila’s watching don’t ya?” Whiskey teases softly and you whimper loudly before you cry out in pleasure. Whiskey’s thumb has slipped under the sodden material of your panties and is rubbing softly against your clit. “She’s so wet knowing you’re watchin’.” Whiskey says lowly and Tequila groans loudly letting his hand tighten around his hard cock as Whiskey pulls the panties to the side to show Tequila how wet you’ve gotten. “Look at how wet she is Tequila.”

“Fuck Whiskey take them off her.” Tequila grunts softly as he begins to stroke himself with a steady rhythm. “Fuck she’s so gorgeous. Look at her.” Tequila pants out his rhythm slowing down so he watch as Whiskey begins to pull your panties down your legs.

Your legs fall open and Tequila has an uninhibited view of your shiny slick core. Whiskey’s fingers come to slide around your outer lips and your moan is loud as you try to grind down on his fingers. He slides his fingers between your lips and gathers your slick and pulls them away. He separates his fingers and Tequila can see how your slick connects his fingers together.

“Fuck that’s beautiful.” Tequila husks out as he begins to stroke himself quicker building up his orgasm before he slows down again and reigns in his orgasm.

“What do you want me to do to you first sweetheart?” Whiskey asks huskily and Tequila sighs softly as he watches you whimper in a high pitched tone.

“I want your mouth to get me off and I want Tequila to watch me as I come undone.” You pant out as Whiskey’s fingers continue to stroke your clit slowly.

“Dirty girl.” Whiskey says with a rumbling chuckle.

“Fuck me.” Tequila pants out as he watches Whiskey position himself between your legs and gets situated. Before he moves in to place his mouth on you he spreads out your lips and gives Tequila a look at wet core making the younger man moan loudly. “Do it Whiskey. Eat her out until she’s screaming your name.” Tequila instructs as his hand tightens again around his cock.

“Fuck Tequila.” Whiskey says in a gravelly tone and then dives into your core. Your body jerks a little at his sudden movement and then suddenly you’re moaning and undulating your hips against his face. Tequila is helpless as he watches your hands come down and card through Whiskey’s hair keeping his mouth pressed to you as you moan.

Tequila’s vision is only filled with your body arching and undulating under Whiskey’s ministrations. Your mouth falls open and loud moan fills the air as your eyes shut tightly. Pleasure is obviously etched across your face and Tequila feels his orgasm beginning to grow inside of him. He moans along with you as he watches your skin flush with arousal and heat. Sweat is beginning to form on you and Tequila picks his strokes up as he watches you shake your head from side to side.

“I’m not gonna last long. Make her come Whiskey.” Tequila pants out as his hand slide from base to tip. His thumb circling the red swollen head of his cock as he watches you throw your head back screaming out as your orgasm washes over you. “Oh shit!” Tequila gasps out as his orgasm slams into him and his come spurts out of him onto the edge of his desk. His hips jolt upwards and his hand tightens around his cock trying to draw out his orgasm. “Fuck, that’s it.” Tequila pants out as he sits back down in his chair as he slowly comes down from his high.

You’re not he screen panting and moaning salaciously as you come down from your own high. Your fingers slowly uncurl from the bed sheets and your head lifts slowly to grin into the glasses.

“That was amazing.” You pant out and Whiskey’s deep rumbling chuckle answers you. “Fuck that was so good. How was it for you Tequila?” You ask and Tequila chuckles softly still panting.

“So good babygirl.” He says softly still trying to catch his breath.

“He said it was so good for him. He also called you babygirl.” Whiskey teased and your eyes widened at the nickname.

“Babygirl huh? I like that nickname. Maybe next time we’ll let him watch you fuck me huh Jack?” You coo at Whiskey and Tequila groans loudly as his softened dick twitches.

“If Tequila’s alright with it I’m alright with it sweetheart.” Whiskey answers truthfully.

“Fuck yes.” Tequila says a bit too loudly and Whiskey chuckles knowingly.

“What’d he say?” You ask.

“Fuck yes.” Whiskey answers and you laugh brightly and happily.

“Good can’t wait for the next time. But right now I need to take care of my man.” You purr to Whiskey and Tequila knows that his little show has ended as you wink at him through the glasses and shut them off with a tap to the side of the glasses.

Tequila sits there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he stands and tucks himself away in his pants and begins to clean up his mess. He suddenly couldn’t wait for his next front row show that you and Whiskey would put on for him.