#kingsman x male reader

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Eggsy Unwin x Male reader

New Recruits pt.1

I just thought of this when we had a power outage. I was planning to also make this a slow burn type shit? Idk if I'm good with that, so I will give it a shot. I tried to proof read but got bored half way, hehe sowwy.

Warning: none

Enjoy 🫰

"Fall out."

Merlin said as Y/n stood in the control room, feeling his whole body, his pockets, searching for that one missing object.

"You alright there, Excalibur?"

Merlin asked me as he entered the control room looking at him with a questioning look.

"I think I forgot something in their dorms."

"You can get it after the test."

"I need to get it now, Merlin."

Y/n exited the control room and opened the door to the dorms. Merlin was right behind.

"You can get your stuff after, Excalibur."

He crossed his arms as he stood in the doorway while Y/n walked around the dorm. The candidates giving me a questioning look.

"And who are you, you look too pretty to be in that suit. How about taking it off?"

Chatlie said, so he heard Merlin call him earlier. Y/n merely glanced at him as he continued searching.

"Back off, Charlie, or I will not interfere with the consequences of your actions."

Merlin warned.

"What's wrong with flirting with a cute boy?"

Charlie responded with a smirk

"Excalibur, hurry up so the tests continues smoothly pls."

Merlin called out to Y/n as he was on his elbows and knees looking under the beds and everything.

"Just a moment, I see it."

He reached out his hand under one of the beds and pulled out a piece of paper. He stood up and smiled at Merlin while waving the paper.

"I found it!"

Y/n exclaimed in joy as he walked towards the exit and leaving, Merlin rolled his eyes.

"Excalibur?"

Eggsy asked with an amused smile.

"He is the weapon of Arthur."

Merlin said as he left the room not before saying goodnight to the candidates.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Eggsy looked at Roxxie for answers but she shrugged.

"Just get to bed, we have quite a day ahead of us."

Roxxie said as they went to their beds.

A few hours after they got to bed to sleep, the room began to fill with water.

*You lot get this shit already, please I am too lazy to write the whole thing 😭😭😭 nothing changed dw.*

"Good job, Charlie and Roxxie for firguring it out, if some of you are still clueless, if you manage to get a tube down the U of a toilet you have unlimited air."

Merling said as he looked at the candidates.

"However, you all failed."

Y/n said with a smirk as he crossed his arms.

"What do you mean?"

Charlie asked with an angry tone.

"Watch your tone, boy."

Y/n gave him a glare, his previous cheery mood now gone.

"The vital asset we are looking for in a kingsman, is teamwork. Look back inside and see if you can spot the reason for your failure."

Y/n said with a serious tone, the candidates looked back inside the dorm to see the body of a girl lying there lifeless, some let out gasps of surprise.

"Excalibur will lead you all to your actual residence while in here."

"Hey, I thought you said I would only observe? I'm not even meddling this time."

Y/n crossed his arms in protest.

"Yea, and you can observe whether they won't have trouble getting to their beds."

Merlin smiled at Y/n.

"Whatever, baldie."

Y/n ran out of the room laughing after saying it, while Merlin was about to hit him with the clipboard in his hands. Some of the candidate let out laughs while the others snickers.

"Follow him and he will lead you to your beds. Bloody childish."

Merlin said as he also left the room.

"Where would he be?"

Roxxie tried to ask Merlin but he already left and her voice slowly getting more silent. After waiting a few moments they heard some ruffling behind them and Y/n jumped into the room through the broken mirror.

"I heard a door, is he gone?"

Y/n asked as he hid behind the candidate and peeked out.

"He left."

Roxxie replied, confused.

"Now, about those beds, I actually have no clue where."

Y/n walked infront of them and stood there with a sheepish smile.

"I know a bed you can join me in, Love."

Charlie flirted, Y/n just gave him a disgusted look and motioned for them to follow him. Some of the candidates laughed.

———

"Right, now as you already know, teamwork is the most vital quality of a kingsman."

Merlin said.

"So, you lot are going pick a dog for the rest of your recuitment process. Go ahead."

Y/n continued.

"Eggsy, that is uhmmm.. nevermind."

Y/n spoke up slightly snickering after he saw Eggsy pick up the pug, with delight. He knew then that Eggsy was clueless.

"yea?"

Eggsy said confused.

"Continue."

Y/n hid behind Merlin who also had a ghost of a smile.

"Now, all of you run around the place 10 times with your companions, and you are not allowed to pick them up."

Merlin said as Y/n went down the stairs on to the grass.

"Excalibur will be observing and making sure nothing bad happens or no one cheats."

Merlin went inside the building.

"Chop chop then, get your packs beside me and get to running."

Y/n pulled out his phone after saying it and began scrolling on social media. The candidates did as their told, grabbing a pack and began to run.

"Who are you, exactly?"

Eggsy asked as he stood beside Y/n.

"Get to running before I give you a reason to run."

Y/n responded not even glancing at him.

"Can't you answer a simple question?"

"Can't you do a simple command?"

Y/n now stood up, 'he's just as tall as Harry.'

Eggsy thought to himself.

"Start running."

Y/n leaned down to come face to face with Eggsy. After few seconds, Y/n stood back straight and let out a way too high pitched whistle.

"Are you trying to defean me to run?"

"Look behind you."

Eggsy looked behind him just in time to see two massive dogs running towards them. He immediately picked up his pug and hid behind Y/n.

"Pick, you run of your own free will or you run for your life?"

Y/n asked as he stepped aside, the two dogs sat infront of them looking intensely as Eggsy.

"Former, thank you."

He said as he began to run.

"No carrying your dog or these two will have a snack."

Y/n shouted, as Y/n was about to sit on the grass the massive dogs jumped on him, nearly suffocating him and their fur was just too much and they kept licking his face. He let out a few screams of their names and soon he managed to stand up and began to run away fromt he dogs. But he was ultimately unsuccessful and the dogs tackled him and began licking his face and wagging their tails.

As this was happening the candidates that were near Y/n or heard his screams stopped to look at what was happening. They were laughing at his expense, after a few moments the dogs got bored and laid down of him, one on his chest and the other on his belly, bothe crosswise.

"Fucking hell, you lot should be running."

Y/n tried to scold them but he was having difficulty breathing with the dogs on him.

"Can someone help? I may be strong but if you have these two ass hats on you, your will to live becomes non-existent."

He managed to say even tho he was minutes away from passing out. The candidates' laughs were slowly dying down and they tried to help Y/n.

"Jesus, what the fuck are these dogs made of?"

Charlie said as the dogs refused to get up, and i stead of biting them, the dogs just let them to whatever.

"Usually they are very curious and try to explore new people, not in that way."

Y/n managed to free his arm under the dog and began tried to get his upper body up. He failed, horribly.

"Fuck sake."

He said out of breath as the candidates were tired and just sat beside him petting the dogs.

"What the fuck, stop petting them and help me."

Y/n said angrily, Eggsy began to pet Y/n's hair.

"Are you taking the piss, Unwin?"

Roxxie let out a snort as she saw.

"Excalibur, What the bloody hell is happening?"

Harry shouted from the stairs and began to make his way towards them.

"Dogs."

Y/n managed to shout out.

"(You decide on the dog names), come on, get off him."

Harry said as he tried to get the dogs off Y/n, they immediately got off him and began licking Harry's face.

"Fucking finally."

Y/n said as he sat up and took deep breaths.

"Hurry up, Merlin needs to have word with them."

Harry got up with the dogs standing beside him as he motioned to the candidates.

"You heard the man, fuck off."

Y/n laid back down on the grass.

"You're not off the hook for petting me instead, Unwin."

Y/n shouted and Harry let out an amused chuckle.

"I missed a lot, must've been fun?"

Harry sat down beside Y/n as one of the dogs went away and the other laid down beside Harry and rested it's head on his lap and he started petting it.

"I need to have words with that boy of yours, Hart."

"And you will."

.

[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!

[its-quiet-colter]

Warm Hotel Rooms.

Agent Whiskey x Agent Pisco - Male! Reader

Word count: 3123

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, implied switch!whiskey but he's a bottom here. friends w benefits, anal sex, blowjob, whiskey being a harmless flirt. also implied bisexual!whiskey but nothing is mentioned for the reader.

Notes: this took me WEEKS to finish, omg i low-key hate how it turned out but here we are. i'm hoping this is one of a five part whiskey and pisco series.

| Part One | Part Two |

| archive of our own |

The door of the hotel barges open, hitting the back wall with the force of your combined weight as Whiskey pushes you through the doorway. Your lips are locked together, and you feel the addictive rumble of the other agent groaning into the kiss as he nips at your bottom lip like a man starved. Both of you nearly trip over each other as you toe off the bespoke leather shoes you wore for the mission, courtesy of the Kingsman, and stumble your way to the couch.

Whiskey goes down willingly when you lightly push on his chest, hitting the cushion with a thump. His cowboy hat sits askew on his head and he pants with ragged breath. The rise and fall is soothing underneath your palm, his heartbeat heavy, as you feel the heat through his shirt. A sly grin sits on Whiskey’s face, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation– arousal. 

You’re not so different; with messy hair from where his fingers slid through it, and your top lip red from the brush of his mustache against your own stubble. You can see the visible tent in Whiskey’s slacks as he looks up at you expectantly and you hook your fingers under the loop of his tie and tug it loose. His breath hitches as you straddle him, your leg sliding between his own and he reaches out to grip the lapels of your suit.

“You’re killin’ me here, Pisco.” Whiskey chuckles breathlessly, but you notice the way his hips buck, searching for friction against your thigh. “And I ain’t a man that begs, sugar.”

“Alright, alright.” You grumble half heartedly, too worked up to argue. Pushing off his chest, you sit back enough to take off your tailored blazer and unclasp the holster strapped around your chest, discarding both in the dark hotel room. The clank of the weapon is a little jarring as it hits the coffee table and disturbs the heavy air around you two. “So damn impatient, whining like a proper pillow princess.”

The joke earns you a playful spank over your ass as Whiskey tugs you closer, the feel of his palms squeezing your cheeks, even through the fabric of your slacks is nothing if not addictive. But then again, so is the agent under you. 

Whiskey brings your lips together again, feeling the way his tongue slides against yours as you grind against each other on the couch. The previous playfulness, whilst always present– it always is with a man as cocky and self-assured as Whiskey– is forgotten in the dimly lit hotel room. Instead all that remains is the soft, heated feeling that hangs around you both, the hum of arousal that settles in your gut, and the quiet little grunts and moans that are swallowed by each other.

Your clothes rustle against one another as you roll your hips against Whiskey’s, grinding your erections against one another as you kiss. His hand wraps around your tie, the other sliding through your hair as he cups the back of your head, ensuring you stay close. Barely giving you enough space to breathe. Whiskey has always been a man that takes as much as he gives.

“Fucking hell,” You pant against his lips, your tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. Both of you have been geared for most of the night, ready to pounce on each other the second you arrived back at the rendezvous point at the hotel. “You sure know how to rile a man up, Whiskey.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, low and rumbly with that signature grin of his. “You enjoyed that little stunt I pulled with the scientist?”

With a shake of your head, you look down at Whiskey, all disheveled and flushed underneath you. A lighthearted laugh leaving you. “In a room full of biochemists bidding for pharmaceutical companies to fund their experimental drugs, you somehow still managed to find a way to flirt with the prettiest woman in the room.”

“So you admit she was pretty?” The other agent chuckles, his grin wide. It’s a playful game between the two of you. It’s addictive. Always walking a fine line between how far Whiskey can push– flirting with targets, informants, marks and the like whilst out on the field. How long can he spend riling you up? How long before the two of you wind up in bed together after missions? Or any surface for that matter. Finding fleeting moments between debriefs and stakeouts to expend all that pent up energy. That’s how it’s always been for you two. Something neither of you are willing to address or admit to enjoying far more than partners should.

You roll your eyes at Whiskey’s banter, your hands sliding down to find his belt and pull it from the loops. He moans softly, hips lifting up so you can work his slacks down. Making him shuffle awkwardly in that rare display of the real man underneath the suave Agent Whiskey. The one who likes too many teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, the one who couldn’t loop his tie properly until you taught him in the bathroom outside Champ’s office after your first mission together. The man who bites his top lip, his brow always furrowed slightly whenever he tries to work out of his slacks, just so you two can fuck over whatever surface is avaliable out in the field. The man you know and trust as your best friend, Jack Daniels.

Whatever fancy one-liner Whiskey had ready dies on his tongue as he shuffles down his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free and rest up against his abdomen. He hisses slightly as the end of his shirt brushes against the sensitive underside, and you push the offending fabric up enough to kiss your way down his chest. Starting from the middle of his sternum, his skin warm and soft, you leave a trail of kisses down his chest and to his navel. The end of your nose and the scrape of your stubble has him shuddering under you, heat settling in his gut.

Whiskey sucks in a breath, his palm coming to cup the back of your head. “Pisco–” He all but whines your name as you lick a strip up the underside of his cock, your hands holding his waist to keep him still. You feel him twitch against you, his resolve slipping as he tries to rock his hips up and get more of you. Blunt nails scrape the back of your neck, sliding up into your hair and messing it up further in a desperate attempt to keep you close. “Please, sugar.”

You lean up enough to take him into your mouth, tonguing at the slit as you lap at the tip of his cock. Whiskey’s head falls back against the arm of the couch with a hearty moan, his eyes falling shut in bliss as you take all of him down. You can feel the heat of him on your tongue, the taste of his precum, the heady smell of his scent. A potent mix of whiskey, worn leather, and something else which can only be described as Jack himself.

He all but moans as he feels the swipe of your tongue on the underside of his cock, and his fingers tighten in your hair. He can’t help it now, his hips jutting up in little thrusts as you suck hard and hollow out your cheeks. Your own appearance is flushed, hair stuck out in multiple directions and spit trickling down your chin. Not that you mind. Being a mess for Whiskey is as intoxicating and addictive as it is to turn him into one.

———————

The two of you had been wound up all night, the feel of arousal simmering under the surface of your skin as you watched him flirt with pretty scientists and handsome businessmen alike. Whiskey loved the attention, always jumped straight to playful flirting with targets, knowing it riled you up and put him in the centre of attention. It felt good. And Whiskey loved the tease.

Your eyes followed him the whole night at the convention, watching as Whiskey weaved through the crowds, polished and suave with his bespoke suit and his Statesmen glasses on. He was handsome. Whiskey knew it and so did you, neither of you bothered hiding it. The physical attraction to one another–the unspoken arrangement between the two of you. It somehow strengthened your partnership, your trust with the other agent. Each physical touch, a statement to your bond. Your friendship; solid and unbreakable both in and out of the missions.

You watched as Whiskey flirted with her, the scientist. Soft blonde hair, bleached a few shades brighter than her natural tone and dark brown eyes. She tied it back messily, a last minute decision to keep the wispy ends out of her eyes. Pretty, Whiskey had called her. She’s a good ten years younger than the both of you, but her white lab coat, long and unbuttoned– her achievements embroidered into the breast pocket– a signature of her achievement, shows her worth amongst a room full of male colleagues.

Her laugh is full and bright, smiling with her teeth at whatever flirty joke Whiskey made. And you watch as she shuffles on her heels, leaning towards him. The slight flush on her cheeks, the way she runs her fingers along the rim of her medical brochures, ready to hand out to pharmaceutical companies ready to potentially fund her research. Her touch, so subtle only you would catch it. Because you’re looking at him, and he’s looking at her. The slight curve to her jaw, the dimple on her cheek, the pink gloss of her manicured nails.

Whiskey knows you’re watching. It’s a part of the game. He knows you see the way he touches her elbow, his fingers soft on her skin. He knows you see the way he leads her through the expo, like he was meant to be there. You watch as he passes right by you, his eyes meeting yours. The slight curve of his lip and moustache as he grins, giving you a wink before he diverts his attention back to the scientist as pretends to indulge in her conversation about biochemics. That’s when he knows he’s won, done his job in wedging himself under your skin so Whiskey is the only thing you’re thinking about on this mission like every other one you’ve done together. He knows he’ll have it good tonight, laid out underneath his agent Pisco. 

Distracting yourself, you turn and focus on the three men in front of you. Three men in their sixties talking about some research project they all worked on decades ago. A dry, monotonous conversation that drags on like boots on carpet. All the while you pretend like it interests you, laugh and smile with your own charm and lull the men into a false sense of security. It's enough to settle the heat in your belly, enough to stem the simmer of arousal that built up when you had half a mind to drag Whiskey out the back and fuck him against the door of the cubicle. Instead, you watch and listen as you drift in and out of your thoughts. Distracted. 

“Pisco, Whiskey has made it to the data room. Standby. If security is alerted you two might need to get out of there fast.” Ginger’s words are like a bucket of ice, sharp and startling as she speaks through the comms. Her voice in your earpiece, always comforting on missions, brings you back to reality and into the environment. Whiskey is notably missing, presumably out the back hacking the data servers holding all the scientists research and project proposals whilst you’re out here keeping an eye on the exits and making contact with the targets.

Whiskey’s charm, for all that it does to you, makes him one of the best agents Statesmen has. He’s just cheesy enough to fly under the radar. He lays the flirting on thick, playing dumb half the time like he’s drawn to every attractive person he meets, unable to stop himself. Makes himself the loudest one in the room so as to be seen as the innocuous one in the room. Harmless and inoffensive. No one stops to think the himbo cowboy– the one preoccupied with every woman in the room is there to steal highly sensitive intelligence.

It’s something you’ve come to love about the other agent, only because you know the real man underneath is far from it. Jack cares when he wants to, and when he does it’s not done lightly. For those he considers family, Jack will protect them with his life. You’ve seen how he’s run head first into danger, following after you and giving you cover and back up. You’ve seen him half heartedly try to patch you up after you’ve done the same. He remembers the coffee order you like, he always gets you something on your birthday, always lets you fly in the front seat of the Silver Pony.

Jack is your dearest friend. Agent Whiskey is your partner. Neither of you dare to break what trust you two share.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I need a word with my associate.” Whiskey’s voice breaks the conversation, the men watching as he takes your arm and pulls you away towards the entrance.

“You got it?” You ask, watching as he takes out a disk holding the intel you both need. 

“It’s all in here, darlin’.” He says, his hand still holding your arm. Leading you much like he led her. Only this time he’s more hurried, anxious to get out of the expo. It's only a matter of time before security figures out they’ve been hacked.

It’s only about an hour’s drive to make it to the other side of the city, where the rendezvous point is set. Room 802 in some bougie downtown Hotel in Seattle where Statesmen have gadgets stored in the walls and behind the closet doors, a bottle of their finest liquid gold on the nightstand and the perimeter secured. 

Whiskey could barely keep his hands off you in the car as you drove. His palm, rough and calloused as he untucked your shirt, touched the skin above your hip, palming over your erection. Red lights and speed cameras be damned, both of you were ready to be out of the car. The other agent barely able to contain himself once you checked in, his hands scrunched in your lapels as he pushed you through the door of Room 802. Pressed against your front, the two of you kissing with moans shared between you.

———————

“Ngh, fuck. Give it to me, sugar.” Whiskey all but purrs, his amused grin faltering as he feels the stretch of your cock bottoming out. He clenches around you, hands clawing at your back as you hold his leg up to his chest. 

Neither of you move from your place on the couch, muscles tight and tense as Whiskey pants underneath you. Giving him the time his body needs to accommodate you. His skin is slightly coated in sweat, already wound up and ready to come since you spent a good twenty minutes holding him on the brink of an orgasm whilst you lapped at his cock and worked him up to three fingers.

“There you go,” You can’t help but praise, almost cooing as you feel him relax. Whiskey shuffles on the couch slightly, giving you more room to plant your knees and pull back, beginning to thrust into him properly. 

The first brush of your cock against his prostate has him crying out, arched beautifully under you. His cock, untouched and leaking against his stomach twitches with precum beading out of the tip. “Ah..” He whimpers, hands planted on your back as he draws you closer.

“Whiskey,” You moan his name, your hand cradling under his knee as you hold him open, watching the way your cock slides into him with each moan you drag out. His lips, soft and red from where he bit them, are held open as he’s lost in pleasure. Each little noise falling off his tongue as he looks up at you with doe-like eyes.

He begs for it harder, deeper but no less intense. And who are you to deny your partner anything?

Whiskey groans, one hand settling on the couch to steady himself as he fists the pillow, the fabric stretching under strain from his palm. His brow furrows as his prostate is hit again, eyes fluttering shut. He’s so pretty like this, you think. You hold the angle, thrusts steady and deep as you ram that one spot inside of him, your own chest panting with the exertion.

He clenches around you again, the warm feel of him around you causing heat to pool in your stomach. But you hold on, determined to see him come first. Whiskey isn’t far away, his thighs starting to shake under your hands as he takes all that you give him. His toes curl and he cries out, head thrown back slightly.

“Pisco– please sugar.” Whiskey begs, gasping with each thrust of your cock inside him. He wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down on top of him. He likes to come like this, sweaty and flush against you, panting in your ear as he scrambles to hold onto your back. “C-cumming–”

You groan as you feel him spill between your stomachs, warm come adding to the heat that surrounds you both. Whiskey’s moan in your ear is like heaven, his southern accent thicker when he’s riding out his orgasm. Breath hot and panting against the shell of your ear, his hair sweaty and stuck to yours.

It’s only a few more thrusts before your own orgasm crashes into you, pulling out a deep groan as you pull out and add to the mess on his stomach. You pump your cock, once, twice and three times, spilling over Whiskey as he moans underneath you. Still shaking in his residual pleasure.  

You had half a mind to lick him clean and wring another orgasm out of him, but both of you are spent. Reaching over to the coffee table, you pick up the tissue box and wipe the two of you clean whilst Whiskey comes down and regains his breath.

“You know… this place has a pool, Pisco. It’d be a shame to waste Statesmen money…” Whiskey says, his eyebrow raising expectantly with a knowing look.

A soft laugh escapes you, light and satisfied after your orgasm. “We should shower first.” you say with a kiss to his shoulder.

“Alright, sugar.”

[second-axis-point]

Here's the Whiskey fic that we’ve all been waiting for! Sorry it took so long.

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Kingsman!Male!Reader

Warnings: A little bit of violence.

Content: Fighting, Smut, Riding

Good old Whiskey won the poll with like 60 votes. You guys seem to like him quite a bit. 😏 Anyway, this is the first time I’ve written a full fic for our favourite cowboy and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Finally Home

You were sitting in the pub alone. At least you thought you were before a few dickheads walked up behind you and saw how you were dressed. They assumed that you were some posh rich boy who was way out of his depth coming to the rough side of town. They thought that they could rob you pretty easy. Boy were they wrong.

“Oi, pretty boy.”

You heard one of the grunts say from behind you. You ignored it and took another swig of your beer. He slapped the back of your head so hard that your glasses flew off your face. You grunted and sat up slowly. You took a deep breath before picking your glasses back up off the bar. You turned in your stool to see three idiots with smug smiles on their faces.

“Can I help you?”

You asked calmly, irritating the grunts.

“Yeah, you can. Empty your pockets”

A switchblade was brandished in front of your face. You assumed that it was to intimidate you since these idiots didn’t have it in them to actually kill anyone.

“No.”

You replied. They all frowned and stepped closer. The bartender moved to shuffle into the back to call the police but you held up a hand to stop him.

“It’s alright. I’m sure we can settle this like gentlemen.”

You assured. He looked nervous but put the phone back down.

“We ain’t gonna ask you again. Empty your pockets. Now!”

You smiled at the grunts' attempt at intimidation. You slowly stood from your stool.

“And I’m not going to tell you again. No.”

You stood tall with proper posture like you were taught. You saw one of them adjust his footing to take a swing. You dodged easily and took a counter-shot at his gut, sending him to the floor immediately. The other two looked shocked before attacking at the same time. You took a step back and leaned to the side, avoiding one fist and taking the other to the side. You brushed it off and continued to taunt the lumbering idiots. One of them charged at you and you sidestepped and threw your fist right into the side of his skull, sending him sprawling to the floor as well.

Only one left standing. You grinned and put your hands behind your back, only stopping to listen to a voice in your ear.

“Stop playing with your food and go home already.”

Merlin came in through your ear piece. You chuckled, infuriating the last man standing.

“Sorry mate, looks like I gotta run.”

You move to walk out but he grabs your collar, as you expected. You let the guy rip your suit jacket off before ducking his punch and connecting your knuckles with his chin. He made a god awful grunting noise before falling straight on his back. You pick up your jacket off the floor and walk over to the bar. You finish your drink and leave extra money on the bar.

“For your trouble.”

You winked at the bartender before walking out the door. You had been instructed to take some time off for working your ass off for months on end. You booked a flight to America as soon as you got home. The flight was taking off the next morning. You shuffled around your flat to pack for your trip.

The next morning came quickly and you booked a cab to the airport. The plane trip went smoothly and you booked a taxi to the familiar address in Kentucky. You paid the driver and walked up to the door, suitcase rolling behind you. You knocked on the door and heard a familiar voice complaining from behind it.

“God damn it. Who the hell could-”

Jack’s complaining ceased after he saw you at the door.

“Hey sweetheart, you miss me?”

You asked with a grin. Jack pulled you in for a bone crushing hug.

“Hey sugar! I didn’t know you were in town. What brings you to Kentucky?”

He asked you.

“Well, I was given some time off and decided to come visit my favourite Statesman agent back in the states.”

You were pulled inside by your excited boyfriend. You set your stuff down in Jack’s room and was immediately pushed down onto the couch when you stepped out. He straddled your hips and gave you a wide smile.

“I don’t see you without a suit very often. Normal clothes suit you, darlin’.”

Jack grinned, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Although I know for a fact that you look better in your birthday suit.”

Jack pulled back and looked at you with lust-filled eyes. That didn’t take very long. You put your hands on his waist and he grinded down on you. You pressed your forehead against his chest with a groan. God, you missed him. You hadn’t had time to fly over to see him in almost four months. Your grip on his waist tightened as Jack continued to grind down on your lap. He leaned in to kiss down your neck, leaving small hickeys across your collarbone. He moved his hands under your t-shirt, moving his fingers across your chest and back.

“Why don’t we take this back to my bedroom, sugar?”

He whispers in your ear. You grin and wrap your arms around his waist before standing. He wraps his legs around your hips and continues his attack on your neck as you walk back to Jack’s bedroom. You lean down to press him into the mattress. He doesn’t let go, instead he flips the two of you over so he is now crawling on top of you. You shuffled further up the bed and Jack waited for you to get comfortable before letting his hands wander under your shirt once again. You grab him and pull him close for a deep kiss. When you pull back, Jack reaches down to pull your t-shirt over your head. He undresses the both of you and grins.

“Lube is in the drawer.”

Jack said and waited for you to grab it. You grabbed it and handed it to him. You watched in awe as Jack prepared to stretch himself out.

“Wait.”

You said. You took the lube back and slicked your fingers.

“Come here.”

You grinned. Jack’s eyes glossed over as he crawled up your body. He leaned down and kissed you deeply as you pushed a finger into him. Jack groaned as you thrusted in and out. You added another finger and he moaned low in his throat. Jack started to push against your fingers so you added a third. He moaned and pulled away from the kiss, pressing his face into your neck.

“Please. I’m ready.”

Jack begged. He whined as you pulled your fingers out. Jack moved back down and put the head of your aching cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue and bobbed his head. You tossed your head back and let him do what he wanted. Jack pulled off and lined himself up. He slowly sunk down, inch by inch, until you bottomed out. He was sat in your lap with his hands on your chest. You scooted up the bed so you were sitting up and looking right at Jack’s red face. He started to slowly roll his hips, making you both groan. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him almost all the way off of your cock. You then slammed him back down, making him moan loudly.

Jack started to bounce in your lap at a languid pace, teasing you. You felt him clench around you every so often. You got sick of it after a minute. You tightened your grip on his waist and held him still. You started to mercilessly thrust up into him, hitting his prostate almost every time. Jack let out a long string of moans. Your name was being chanted like a prayer. You thrusted harder. Jack couldn’t speak anymore. He was in absolute heaven. His sentences became incomprehensible moans. After a moment, you felt Jack tense for a moment before long ropes of cum fell from his aching and neglected cock. Jack moaned loudly and clenched around you. It didn't take you much longer to feel your release building as well.

“Inside.”

Was all Jack had to say before you pushed deep into him and came. You leaned forward and pressed Jack into the bed. He wrapped his arms and legs around you as he felt you fill him up. He gave you time to come down. He whined quietly as you pulled out, spilling a bit onto the bed. You rolled off of him and laid beside him. Jack was still breathing heavily. He turned his head to look at you and had a big satisfied grin on his face.

“Did you enjoy yourself, sugar?”

Jack asked. You chucked and nodded your head.

“I did indeed.”

Jack shuffled closer and you pressed a kiss to the sweaty scar on his temple. Jack sighed happily and closed his eyes.

“Shouldn’t we shower?”

You asked. Jack shook his head and rested a hand on your chest. You stayed quiet and closed your eyes as well. You were so glad that you were given time off.

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REQUESTS

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Fandoms:

The Last of Us

Supernatural

The Mandalorian

Sherlock

Kingsman

Spider-Man

Dr. Strange

NARCOS

Our Flag Means Death

House M.D.

Good Omens

What We Do in the Shadows

Bond movies (Daniel Craig)

Criminal Minds

Detroit: Become Human

Dream Daddy

Team Fortress 2

Red Dead Redemption 2

(I might be leaving some out by accident)

WHAT I DO WRITE

Male reader x Male character

Gender Neutral reader x Male character

Male Character x Male character 

Trans male reader

WHAT I DON’T WRITE

Female reader

Underage

!ncest

Problematic ships

[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!

[fandomnerd9602]

Cheryl Blossom x Male Kingsman reader

The reader has a date with his girlfriend Cheryl in pops after a mission, but is interrupted by chuck and his gang insulating the couple, the reader gets angry and decides to teach them a lesson by reciting Galahad words: manners maketh man

Y/N: come on, love. we shall find a better establishment

Chuck: what? you think just because you dress so fancy that makes your gal less of a b***ch?!

Y/N freezes...

Cheryl: baby lets go.

Y/N: like an old friend once told me.

Y/N locks the door.

Y/N: Manners. Maketh. Man.

Chuck: oh really? what bulls**t is that-?

CRASH! Chuck gets a glass thrown directly at his head... the rest of his gang stare in shock.

Y/N: so we going to stand around mouth agape? or are we gonna fight?

Cheryl fans herself, so hot for Y/N...

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Eggsy Unwin x Male Reader

The search for Excalibur

No warning, maybe fluff and angst

Kinda wanted make this into multiple parts hmmmm. Enjoy 🫰

As Eggsy was fighting Gazelle, Y/n was sneaking around the place looking for a gun for some reason.

"What the fuck are you doing there? Help me you useless shit stain."

Eggsy yelled at Y/n as he was dodging Gazelle's attacks and trying to counter attack.

"Looking for a gun."

"WHY WOULD YOU THINK A GUN WOULD BE IN HERE? THERE WAS A LOT OUTSIDE?"

Eggsy yelled now getting frustrated.

"Ow, right."

Y/n said as he looked pensively and walked outside of the room.

"That fucking dick."

"Okay this, it's just uhmm I mean what is happening?"

Gazelle stopped as she tried to stop her laughs.

"My partner with dicks for brains is thinking."

Eggsy stated as he was panting heavily with his hands on his knees.

"What the hell is happening down there, Gazelle?"

Valentine asked as he tried to look behind him.

"I completely forgot about him, my partner was supposed to be dealing with him."

Eggsy said as he ran his hand through his hair. A moment later a gunshot was heard and Valentine's body fell through the glass and down behind Gazelle. Gazelle looked behind her but was already shot in the head, falling down lifeless.

"Took you long enough, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you sure you are an agent?"

Eggsy sat down on a chair as he relaxed completely.

"Don't you dare question my abilities."

They could hear a something move on the upstairs booth area.

"I will just shoot every body I stumble upon upstairs, I am too anxious for this shit."

Y/n head as he checked the ammo of his gun and cocked it as he inserted the magazine again.

"Tell Merlin we are going out in a bit, just need to double check."

"You're way too paranoid, come on, I am tired as shit."

Eggsy beckoned for Y/n to come to him.

"One guy there doesn't have his brain all over the place, and he looks to be breathing, never hurts to check, Eggy."

Y/n mocked him as he went down and then up to the booth area, straight to the body missing an arm and pointed at gun at his face.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Y/n planted the nozzle of the gun on his temple.

"1.."

Y/n stood directly on top of him and looked down.

"2.."

Y/n trigger finger was itching.

"1.."

The guy suddenly used his arm his remove the gun from his temple and slid out of the way.

"Wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Y/n smiled at the man.

"Eggs, do you know this bloke?"

Y/n lifted the guy's head by his hair as he brought his face on the railing.

"Charlie? You still alive? How?"

Eggsy asked confused as he looked up at them.

"Guess when you used the ring it messed with the sim card."

Y/n rolled his eyes as he mercilessly shot Charlie at the back of his head.

"Th-that was uncalled for and you know it."

"My finger slipped, whoops."

Y/n looked at Eggsy expresionlessly.

"Can you still stand?"

Y/n ran towards Eggsy.

"Barely, adrenaline is going off."

"You look hot like this."

Y/n ran a hand through Eggsy's hair, the other on his cheek, the thumb grazing the cut on his lip. Eggsy hissed in pain but didn't recoil back, they stared at each other, Eggsy's hands rested on Y/n's hips.

"Yea?"

Eggsy chuckled as one of his hands went to Y/n's hand on his cheek, caressing the back of his hand softly.

"Come on, Merlin is calling us."

Y/n said as he pulled Eggsy up on his feet.

"We're coming, Merl, Eggs is just tired his adrenaline is off now."

"Hurry you two, Lancelot is waiting for us and she is very cold."

"Yea yea."

——— 2 months passed———

"You good, Eggsy?"

Merlin asked as Eggsy sat down on the chair along with Arthur and Lancelot, Y/n is missing.

"Just, Y/n hasn't been responding to me for a while now and I haven't seen him as well."

"That's the thing, Galahad, we're afraid Excalibur is missing."

Arthur said as he looked at Eggsy.

"Y/n... Is... Missing?"

Eggsy asked, his voice evident of concern and worry.

"Not to worry, we have located him, something in his last mission went wrong and he had been stranded in a jungle in Cambodia, he seems to be doing okay."

"How can you be sure he's okay?"

Eggsy frantically asked.

"He sent us a voice mail, he lost his glasses during the mission. But he found it again we don't even know how, with where he was deployed and how big the place is, it's a miracle."

Merling played the voice clip of Y/n.

"Eyyup, I don't know who is listening to this, hopefully it's you Merlin or whoever, I am stranded here, something went wrong with the extraction. They found my plane and planted a bomb in it attached to a tripwire. The explosion was quite close to me, luckily I am still alive b-but very weak, hurry up, please."

The message abruptly ended.

"He's in trouble, Merlin."

Eggsy stood up and began to walk out of the room.

"Calm down, Galahad, we cannot be rash, that's why we called you and Lancelot here, you two are going on a rescue mission to save a fellow Kingsman. You two will depart in no more than 3 hours from now, get your affairs in order and yourselves prepared, the search for Excalibur is now.

Arthur dismissed them along with Merlin to give them a brief overview of the mission.

"I will be waiting in the plane in an hour, if you are ready just head in."

Merlin said his farewell as he left them to get ready.

"You seem eager to save your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend, Rox."

"Sure."

"Let's just save him and get this over with, he might be in danger."

"He's THE Excalibur, Eggsy, no need to worry, he's the only one named Excalibur since the founding of Kingsman apparently."

"And why?"

Eggsy asked Roxie with curiousity.

"Guess you'll just have to ask him."

Roxie chuckled and went ahead.

Eggsy smiled as he followed Roxie.

[masterlistmaker]

Special Agent Lokitty Masterlist

This blog archives all of @specialagentlokitty 's works into masterlists so they are easy to find. Please read through the Navigation section to help you find the fics you're looking for!

Updated through: end of 8/23

Navigation:

Under the cut, you'll find the list of fandoms that Lokitty writes for (or previously wrote for). The link will take you to a second masterlist of character x reader ships. This is where it can get tricky:

reader lists are lists which have character x reader works

specific!reader lists are lists which have character x reader works where the reader's relation to the character is more specified (ex. daughter!reader, student!reader, etc.)

all readers lists are lists which have character x reader and character x specific!reader works.

NOTE: Characters that have all readers lists will NOT have reader and specific!reader lists. all readers lists contain all the works for that character and are sorted by relation. What list a character has is entirely dependent on the number and type of works Lokitty has written.

From there, you can pick the character-reader relation, open the list link, and find all the fics you're looking for! If you're confused, play around with the links. You'll find what you're looking for.

If you're looking for crossover fics, pick one of the fandoms in the crossover. At the end of that list there is a Crossover Works link. You should be able to find the fic there.

other important notes:

some lists are short and list all the characters and their works without having extra links. These are easy to navigate.

reader traits such as male!reader and autistic!reader are listed next to the fic title and DO NOT have seprate lists.

all fics are (generally) listed from oldest to newest.

I tried my best to sort out all the crossover works, but this was already a huge project and some probably slipped through the cracks. I sorted everything to the best of my abilities, but it would have been impossible to read through every single work (and I'm unfamiliar with most of these fandoms). If you find a fic that isn't where it belongs or is missing lables/ wrong labels, please message me to let me know.

Lists are always under light construction. As Lokitty writes, sometimes things must be reorganized. Any major changes to navigation will always be noted above!

Fandom List- Sorted

Movies

Avengers/Marvel

Harry Potter

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Twilight

Kingsman: The Secret Service

DC Batman

Avatar (film series)

TV Shows

Crime Drama:

Castle

Criminal Minds

The Mentalist

NCIS

NOLA

Sherlock

Fox 911

Bones

Comedy Dramas:

Ackley Bridge

Brooklyn 99

Friends

The Big Bang Theory

Downton Abbey

Sci-Fi/Fantasy:

Doctor Who

Lucifer

Merlin

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

Wednesday

The Witcher

The Umbrella Academy

Fate: The Winx Saga

Medical Drama:

The Good Doctor

Grey's Anatomy

House M.D.

Chicago Med

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Avatar (ATLA and LOK)

Blue Exorcist

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Tokyo Ghoul

Castlevania

Durarara!!

Kuroku's Basketball

Haikyuu

Others

MeChat

Percy Jackson

Skyrim

Buzzfeed Unsolved

[its-quiet-colter]

Mile High Club.

Agent Whiskey x Agent Pisco - Male! Reader

Word Count: 3926

Warnings: NSFW smut (18+), implied switch!whiskey & reader, friends with benefits, blowjob, handjob, thigh fucking, denial of feelings, semi-public sex (kinda) they b fuckin' in the plane.

Notes: this is apart of the Pisco and Whiskey series so i'll link part one. they're stand alones but meant to be read together :) i'm hoping for five or six parts in total !

| Part One | Part Two |

| archive of our own |

The Statesman’s private jet rumbles low and smooth as it makes its way towards Kentucky above the cloudline. It’s warm inside, with the faint smell of the distillery still lingering in the plane’s interior. The leather chair you’ve claimed as your own for the journey home is luxurious, the leather worn and high quality with its soft finishes and suede accents. The Statesman emblem embroidered onto the arm of the seat. 

Turbulence does little to unsettle the plane as its engine – high grade and expensive – keeps the ride graceful. It’s almost enough to lull you into a gentle sleep. And lord do you need it after your latest mission. There’s an ache in your shoulders that’s been there since this morning and a nasty bruise on the right side of your ribcage, left there from a chase through an underground marketplace. Turns out the selling of illicit drugs and illegal weapons was a high enough priority  for you and Whiskey to be sent out on a wild goose chase after the suppliers. But you were left empty handed, with nothing but battered bodies, bruised egos and both of your positions compromised to show for it.

You’re exhausted as you slump against the cushioning of the armchair, the scotch on your drinks tray having already been refilled twice over. You needed something to settle your nerves after such a long and grueling day out on the field. 

Ginger’s voice sounds muffled, distant and far away. Even as she only leans against the pool table in the middle of the room, folder in hand as she recites the debrief and talks you through the next steps. You fiddle with your tie again and look over to see Whiskey’s already pulled his free and has discarded it somewhere, undoing the buttons of his once crisp white shirt. It's there you realised he also stopped listening sometime between Ginger’s report of missing firearms and the serial numbers you found on the crates. 

Whiskey’s always been a little bit restless, always wanting to get out into the field and fix things himself– to not get bogged down in the paperwork and the meticulous details that Statesman requires of their agents. And he certainly never entertains Ginger when it’s her turn to run the post-mission debriefs.

Being an agent, much less one with a partner like Whiskey, has always been a cause for trouble. You’re exhausted and wrung out more often than you’d like to admit. But you love him, in your own fond way. Even if he landed you in Champ’s office more times than you can count for cutting corners and not listening to the intel provided. Convinced he can do it all himself. You remember Champ’s clear advice on the day you two were first paired together. Back when you were fresh out of the academy without the slightest idea of what Statesman had in store for you.

“He’s your responsibility, Pisco. Kid’s as reckless as you are. And I can’t have both my young bucks in trouble. I need you to be the level headed one– watch each other’s backs and keep the other out of trouble. Do that, and I think you two will do just fine here.” Champ had said with his classic southern drawl, rolling a vintage cigar in his fingers as he had gestured to the seat at the table that would always be held for Pisco. 

You’ll never forget the fond but expectant look he had given you when he welcomed you to the Statesman and told you Whiskey was yours as much as you were about to be his. Champ hadn’t meant it like that, of course. Partners in crime, the one to keep each other safe. Statesman could provide all the surveillance and intel you needed, but out there in the field– where explosions and bullets are occupational hazards rather than one-off incidents, it’s you who’d be out there covering his back. Partners, but not of that kind.

But then again, Champ didn’t think you two would end up frotting in the back of Tequila's jeep not even a year after being assigned together.

Lost in the thoughts of the good old days, you’ve completely given up on trying to pay attention to Ginger’s speech. I’ll apologize later, you think. Ginger’s always been a friend, and she puts up with your and Whiskey’s bullshit more times than either of you can count. You watch the jet pass through a thick layer of clouds, idly noticing the dew on the outside window and the way the landscape below disappears and reappears in quick succession. It’s rhythmic and soothing and enough to take your mind off things for a while.

Whiskey watches from his own seat opposite you. 

He notices the slight scuff on the side of your cheek from the chase during the mission, the way your suit is slightly askew and wrecked, and the way you’re reclined in the soft leather of the armchair– exhausted under the guise of being relaxed and boneless. He knows your appearance is due to the fact you’ve been running around all day, narrowly escaping every dangerous threat thrown at you. But in the soft lighting of the jet, he can’t help but think you’re not too far off from the dishevelled state he often leaves you in. When you’d both sneak away from those dry and boring meetings. Hidden amongst the barrels in the cellar that hoards Statesman’s finest collection of bourbon, Whiskey would be down on his knees, your cock taken down his throat as he milked you for all you had.

The sight of you now is all but a reminder of the taste of you.

It’s only been a week since you fucked him over the couch in that Seattle hotel, your hands holding onto his sides as he took all of you with his back arched and mouth left open in a drawn out moan. He can still feel you, the way you tugged on his belt to pull it loose, your hands moving him in whatever way it suited. He remembers the feel of your lips around the base of his cock, and the way you nailed his prostate which never failed to send him over the edge. 

Any other man would be flushed and embarrassed by the memory. But not Whiskey. All it does is serve to make his slacks grow tighter and his eagerness for you all the more intense.

You watch as he glares at Ginger, almost bothered by how methodical and well rounded she is with her research. Like he can’t wait to be done with this meeting and you wonder what’s gotten him so restless. It can't just be boredom, he’s always found a way to entertain himself through debriefs before. But then you notice it.

There it is. The slight shuffle of his body across the armchair as he tries not-so-subtly to hide his hard on by crossing one leg over the other and placing his hat over his lap. It takes all that’s in you not to laugh at the sight. Whiskey doesn’t know what subtlety is if it hit him square in the face.

You watch with satisfaction as Whiskey shifts, and then shifts again. The slight squeeze of his thighs and the way his ankles lock together. Awkwardly, he tries to alleviate the pressure in his pants, the faintest hint of friction enough to bite his top lip and lick the bristles of his just-barely overgrown moustache. He’s overdue for a trim, you think idly as you watch the movement of Whiskey’s mouth. The smallest of movements is more than enough to flood your mind with thoughts of him– lips around the head of your cock– and suddenly he’s not the only one suffering through Ginger’s debrief.

By the time she’s finished, clicking the off button on her clipboard and standing up straight, it feels like hours have passed. In reality, it’s more like twenty minutes or so, but it’s enough for you to settle your arousal and not embarrass yourself in front of your colleagues. Whiskey on the other hand has no such luck with his predicament, and you watch with a bitten back grin as he bolts to the bathroom the second she’s done talking. Almost tripping along the way as the door slams a little too harshly in a desperate attempt to separate himself from the rest of the plane.

“What’s up with Whiskey?” Ginger asks, standing beside you as she watches him go in slight confusion. There’s a gentle curiosity in her voice, along with an underlying tone of concern. She might not always see eye to eye with Whiskey, but she does care about him. You all do.

“No sé,” You say softly with a shake of your head, your hands stuffed in your pockets to hide the urge to fidget uncomfortably. “He’s probably just got flight sickness.”

She knows you’re lying. 

Ginger’s always been the perceptive one and it’s so blatantly obvious you’re not telling the truth since Whiskey has never been known to get sick whilst flying. Hell, he’s one of the few Statesman agents who is qualified to fly their F-22A Raptor Fighter Jet, Silver Pony. Something that Tequila never lets any of you hear the end of whenever he’s in a bad mood from having failed another pilot’s test.

The sound of a thud comes from the direction of the bathroom and you take it as your que to leave.

“I should check on him,” You say, the concern in your voice is only mildly convincing. You know exactly what’s wrong with him.

“Alright.” Ginger says with a final nod of her head, her fingers holding her clipboard like it’s suddenly become more interesting. She’s read the room, and she knows whatever is behind that bathroom door is a Pisco problem, not a Statesman one.

You watch as she makes her way to the bar, taking a seat and reaching over the counter for the closest bottle she can reach. She knows, you think. You have half a mind to ditch Whiskey and turn to her. Maybe you’d defend yourself, deny it. Try to assure yourself and Ginger that there’s nothing going on between you two. Nothing serious anyway. This thing you have with Whiskey– it’s professional. It won’t compromise either of you. You swear it. But even as you think the speech over in your head, the words sound unconvincing even to yourself.

The tick of your watch goes off. Another hour passed, and another hour closer until you’re back in Kentucky. It’s distractingly loud for such a small device as you shuffle your weight from one foot to the other. But maybe you’re just hyper aware of every little sound on the jet, too worked up to focus on just one thing. Undecided which direction you should walk as the silence rings out heavy in the room. You bite the inside of your cheek, considering both options before another thud is heard from the direction of the bathroom and your mind is made up for you.

Before you know it, you’re knocking on the door of the bathroom as you swear and fuss under your breath.

The lock clicks open, and Whiskey’s hand reaches out to tug you in with a handful of your shirt, shuffling awkwardly against the small counter to make room for you.

“Coño, could you have been any louder, Whiskey?” You grumble half-heartedly but he’s quick to bring you in for a searing kiss, well past the point of wanting to hear the lecture about public decency and professionalism in the workspace. Not when he’s preoccupied with the feel of your tongue over his teeth and your hands sliding up under his shirt to feel hot skin.

“Pisco.” Whiskey groans your name, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his head falls back against the bathroom wall. You go with him, following the movement until he lets your lip go as his mouth falls slack in a moan. God, he wants you.

It’s the first time you’ve taken a decent look at him since entering the bathroom. His suit’s ruined; blazer discarded against the lid of the toilet, his shirt rumpled and untucked with only half the buttons undone. Whiskey’s slacks are undone, belt still left in the loops as they rest around his thighs along with his underwear. One hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking himself desperately as he bucks and hisses into his palm. Desperate, you think. His eyes half-lidded and wanting as he looked at you expectantly.

Whiskey’s always been a show off. He’s come more times than he’s willing to admit, showing off for you. He loves to lay back and stroke his cock, arching and moan as he almost dares you to come over and make a mess of him. Whiskey is a man that loves to rile you up and play dirty, but you’ve seen how his own arousal betrays him. When his eyes widen and he tenses up when he realises he’s come too early and left spoiled in front of you.

“Pisco–” He moans again, this time his voice carrying a slight whine. Impatience is getting to him after being so worked up for a majority of the plane ride.

Whiskey reaches out, grabbing hold of your lapel. His thighs part as much as they can underneath the fabric of his slacks, wanting you closer so he can feel the press of your body against his own. He abandons his own leaking cock, needing both hands to tug at your belt and tug at the offending fabric keeping your arousal hidden.

“Come on, sugar.” Whiskey urges you on, tugging on the waistband of your to pull your member out from its confides. His hand, calloused and warm and already coated in his own precum, strokes you with a long drawn out movement from your base all the way up to thumb the tip.

Your head falls on his shoulder, groaning into the fabric of his shirt as your hips jut into his fist. It’s hasty and hurried, but the heat around you both from your breathy moans and body temperature has your head feeling light.

The bathroom is relatively simple, barely enough room for one person. There’s a small shower, a sink with a washer and cabinet mirror and a toilet in the corner. Everything is the same cream colour, but with the light off it's hard to notice so much– such an afterthought compared to the rest of the jet’s luxurious amenities. But you distinctly remember overhearing Champ telling Ginger all the planes are due for a remodel soon anyway.

“Switch with me,” Whiskey moans against your cheek, his hand moving fast around your cock. His own desperation making him more than eager. “Please darlin’.”

With a nod, you pull back enough to let Whiskey shuffle awkwardly around you. Trying to step over your leg without banging his tailbone against the counter. He can’t help but buck his hips when the movement has him grinding his oversensitive cock against your hip and he has to take a moment to just grip your shirt and stave off his orgasm. You can feel his hands flex as he clutches at your clothing, the way he tenses and he grinds his teeth together with his eyes squeezed shut. Frustrated at how close he is already as his hips roll forward.

“Steady.” The confidence in your voice surprises even yourself, sounding more put together than Whiskey, even if you feel just as riled up. “We’re good.”

You both shuffle around until your back is pressed up against the wall, your slacks down around your ankles. Whiskey spits in his palm, heavy and warm, his tongue lolling out lazily as heat pools low in your stomach at the sight. He rubs the insides of your thighs, feeling warm skin and strong muscle as he takes his time with all of you on offer.

Whiskey moves forward, his chest flushed against your own as he puts his cock between your thighs and thrusts languidly.

“Squeeze 'em for me, darlin’.” He moans, head tipped forward against your neck with his forearms planted either side of you.

The feel of Whiskey all around you, the smell of arousal and the warmth in your gut. It’s everything you love about him. How you two fit together perfectly. You do as you're told, thighs squeezing around his leaking cock as he bucks forward and thrusts against you frantically. His pace set early as he chases his own pleasure.

You can feel the weight of him against you, the way he thrusts into the heat between your thighs and you’re reminded to let him fuck you again the next time more space allows for it. He’s left you sated and properly wrung out more times than you can count.

“Yeah, so good, sugar.” Whiskey huffs under his breath, the praise delivered right against your ear. You can feel the brush of his moustache, the warmth of his soft little pants as he kisses down your neck and sucks a dark mark.

“Whiskey– below the collar.” You complain, pulling him into an open-mouthed to keep him from making it any less obvious between you two. Tongues roll together and the bristles of his facial hair against your top lip have you shivering as he whines into your kiss.

“You know that’s not how this works.” You’re left panting when you pull away, looking at him as your noses bump against one another.

“I heard ya, darlin’,” Whiskey says, his voice wrecked and as equally disheveled but the slight undertone of disappointment is there. You know him too well not to notice it.

You press an apologetic kiss to his lips, something soft and tender to cut through all the arousal and heat. His breath gets lighter, caught by something in his throat as you tug his buttons open and reveal his collarbone.

Whiskey’s cock twitches between the warm press of your thighs as you bite at his collar and leave a sprawl of little hickies and love bites. There’s the distinct taste of his sweat, his skin warm and smooth under your lips. If you could, you’d lay him out on a bed and kiss over every little bit of skin offered.

“Happy?” You ask, and his triumphant grin tells you all you need to know.

“Course I am, sugar.” Whiskey purrs against your lips as his eyes flash with excited arousal. His hips pick up their pace and he’s moaning against you. Precum beads from his tip, making the slide of his cock between your legs feel that much better.

Your hands move down his back, making him shiver as you brush against his waist. He thinks you’re going to settle on his hips, ease the movement of his thrusts– he loves when you set his pace, making him thrust at the tempo you want. a real cowboy through and through as he rides his stallion– but no. Your hands slide lower, down to Whiskey’s cheeks where you cup warm muscle in your palms and squeeze.

He moans, loud and filthy. 

Whiskey bucks forward into the tight heat of your thighs and then pushes back against your hands. The soreness in your bodies and the bruises littered all over you both are forgotten in the hazy fog of arousal. All he can think about is the heat of your muscled thighs around his cock and the way you hold him open. Whiskey can’t help the choked noise that falls from his lips at the brush of cold air against his hole. 

You kiss his temple, his cheek, whatever you can reach as his head rests against your own– almost like a warm and intimate embrace. Whiskey moans against your skin as he feels your finger against his entrance, not pushing inside but merely as a reminder of what will come later.

Heat coils low in Whiskey’s gut and he tries to push back on your fingers, wanting you. Needing you. Whatever you can give him. 

“Pisco–” He groans, his body tensing as his hips stutter forward and lose their rhythm.

Whiskey’s eyes go wide and he watches you, mouth slack as his orgasm hits hard. You feel warmth between your thighs, his come making a mess of you as he rides out his pleasure. The heat in his gut finally gives way as he calms down.

He’s boneless against you. Dishevelled and messy, Whiskey slumps forward so his chest is pressed against yours and his face is tucked against your neck.

“Mh,” He hums happily, eyes closed in blissful afterglow. “That was good, darlin’.”

Your hand finds its way to the back of Whiskey’s head, fingers sliding through his short sweaty hair on the back of his neck. Both of you stay like that, wrapped in a half-embrace, pressed together in a little bubble where the outside world is long gone.

As you’re catching your breath, Whiskey’s hand falls from your waist down to your neglected cock. He thumbs the tip, dragging his hand down in a languid pace now that he’s come. There’s no rushing in his movements.

It's here where you two forget you’re not a couple. Whiskey is your partner in everything to do with Statesman. But at the end of the day he heads to his own apartment, and you go to yours.

Sometimes you wonder if you two should just rip the bandaid off and talk about it. But that would mean talking about this. All these intimate little moments where Jack’s cocky persona is gone, his eyes half lidded as he watches the way you grind against his palm and he collects the precum leaking from your tip like it’s his prize for making you feel good.

“Jack.” You moan softly, your fingers curling at the nape of his neck as you twitch in his hand. He’s moaning too. Quiet little noises as his soft brown eyes are glazed over and his gaze is trained to the movement of his hand over your cock.

Your orgasm rolls through you, easy and relaxed as pleasure washes over you. Jack brings you in for a kiss as he strokes you through it. A soft, intimate gesture as you both hold each other.

There’s a long beat where neither of you move. Your back against the wall as your hands rest on his sides. Both of you are content to stay where you are despite the drying come on your thighs and the state of your crumpled suits.

It comes as a startle when there’s a rapt knock on the door. Two quick taps.

“Plane’s landing soon.” Ginger’s voice calls out, curt and quick. Like she’s practiced it in her head and now she can’t wait for it to be over with. You can hear the embarrassment in her voice. Apologize later, you remind yourself for the tenth time today.

Whiskey chuckles quietly against your shoulder, looking up at you with a raised brow. “Come on, sugar. We can’t keep 'em waiting or Champ’s going to chew us out again.”

Your eyeroll is to be expected, but so is your playful grin as Whiskey gives you a chaste kiss and pulls back to try and make himself look presentable again. Lord knows how difficult that will be, but a part of you– that quiet little part deep within your thoughts– honestly doesn’t mind the idea of you and Whiskey being seen like this together.

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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active | inactive | semi active

Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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active | inactive | semi active

Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

— headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

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REQUESTS

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

FANDOMS

The Last of Us

The Mandalorian

Kingsman

NARCOS (Pretty much any Pedro character)

Sherlock

Spider-Man

Dr. Strange

Our Flag Means Death

House M.D.

Good Omens

What We Do in the Shadows

Bond movies (Daniel Craig)

Detroit: Become Human

Dream Daddy

Red Dead Redemption 2

(I might be leaving some out by accident)

What I DO write

Male reader

Gender Neutral reader

Trans male reader

Male character x Male character

What I DON'T write

Female reader

Underage

!ncest

Problematic ships

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Guide

Hey there, I’m Jay (he/they). Welcome to my fanfic blog! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My main motivation for making my blog is because I’ve noticed a lack of male reader and/or gender neutral reader works for many of the characters that I love, but also because writing is one of my favorite pastimes.

I won’t lie, I do tend to oscillate between characters and fandoms that I’m motivated to write for, but I will try my best to maintain or improve the quality of each piece that I write. 

Below I have linked my masterlist navigation in addition to the fandom and character list as well as listing my request guidelines, fandoms I’m most motivated to write for at the moment, characters that are on hold (characters I will write for in the future but I’m not at the moment), future fandoms that I will write for, and a list of my current WIPS for any requests you may have.

** I’ve opened a taglist, so if you want to be tagged in any future fics, feel free to send me either an ask or a DM **

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Links

Masterlist Navigation

Fandom/Character List | Last Updated: 7/11/24

Fanfic Recs. | Last Updated: 7/29/23

My second blog My AO3 My Wattpad

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Most Recent Work: Dawn | 18+ | 7/30/24

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Currently, requests are: Closed

Request Guidelines 

I will write...

- Male Character x Male/Gender Neutral Reader - Female Character x Female Reader by request only - Platonic relationships - Parent Character x Child Reader (purely familial)  - Sibling Character x Sibling Reader (purely familial) - Fluff, Angst, Hurt Comfort, and Smut (any character that is under 18 will be aged up to be over 18. Ex: Pro-Hero!Izuku or Pro-Player!Daichi) - Songfics and some AUs (just ask) - Series, Oneshots, Headcanons, and Alphabet Headcanons

I won’t write...

- Male Character x Female Reader - Female Character x Male Reader - Ships - Yandere fics - Pedophilia and Underage Smut - Incest of any kind - Forced sex - Pregnancy and/or period fics

* If you have any questions about something I didn’t list, don’t be afraid to ask. My DMs are always open in case I close my asks. *  

** As a side note, I’d appreciate any requests to have a general idea about what you want. It doesn’t have to be extremely specific, but just something to work with. ** 

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Fandoms I’m most motivated to write for: | Last Updated: 7/11/24

- 9-1-1/9-1-1 Lone Star - The Last of Us - MCU - Spider-verse

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Fandoms I will write for in the future: | Last Updated: 7/11/24

- Game of Thrones - Kingsman - Narcos - Scenes From a Marriage - Snake Eyes - The Witcher

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Current WIPS: | Last Updated: 7/3/23

- Clint Barton x Male Reader - Iroh II x Male Reader  - Zuko x Male Reader - Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW) - Mako x Male Reader  - Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW) - Zuko x Male Reader - Iroh II x Male Reader - Mako x Male Reader - Keishin Ukai x Male Reader

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Characters currently on hold: | Last Updated: 7/11/24

- Clark Kent (Henry Cavill) (DC) - Gyomei Himejima (Demon Slayer/KNY) - Konro Sagamiya (Fire Force/ENS) - Atsumu Miya (Haikyuu!!) - Kita Shinsuke (Haikyuu!!) - Osamu Miya (Haikyuu!!) - Remus Lupin (David Thewlis) (Harry Potter) - Screwllum (HSR) - Estarossa/Mael (SDS/NNT) - Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

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Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog!

My ask box and messages are open! I only ask that you please follow this one rule when sending me requests, messages or asks.

Please be respectful and considerate when asking things. Disrespect and hatred towards me, my faith or what I write will not be tolerated. I will delete those asks and messages if I have to. I have spoken.

What fandoms I write and do headcanons for (UNDER CONSTRUCTION):

Pedro Pascal Characters

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Jack Daniels “Agent Whiskey” (Kingsman the Golden Circle)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Ezra (Prospect)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Javier Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

The Chosen (TV series)

All Characters

Miscellaneous

Any and all telenovela (teleseries for you Chileans out there here on Tumblr 🥰🇨🇱) characters. I will ask that you specify which one you need me to write from and what character. I also ask that you give me context if need be.

Avatar the Last Airbender (All Character)

Raylan Givens (Justified)

Please feel free to ask for any other ones you can think of! If I know them, I’ll decide whether I write for them or not. If I don’t know them, I’ll need the show name, character name, and context.

What I will and will not write on this blog

Angst

Fluff

Romance

Age gap (with CONSENTING ADULTS 18+.)

Friendship/platonic relationship

X Female Reader (if character in the ask is male, if character in the ask is female)

X Male Reader (if character in the ask is male, if character in the ask is female)

Multiple Partners/Threesomes, etc.

Explicit smut (I’m just not comfortable posting it. I hope you understand. I’m just trying to keep this blog clean in that aspect. 😂 there has to be a limit somewhere.)

Religious slander of any kind. (As my profile states, I am an evangelical Christian. I WILL NOT write anything that is an insult on my faith. Period.)

Any romantic relationship of any kind with a minor and someone who is over 18.

All hard topics like violence and mental health situations, and other things like any use of alcohol or substances will receive a trigger warning and an MDNI (minors do not interact) tag. If you’re not comfortable with any of the content I post, feel free to scroll past it. I won’t be offended if you do. Everyone has the choice to read what they like. I won’t judge you for it if you decide not to read.

All requests/asks/messages that contain anything within my no write list will be ignored. And of course please feel free to ask me any kinds of personal questions you like, except my location! I’ll try to answer to the best of my ability and I’ll check my ask box and messages regularly. Please forgive me if I don’t see yours, I’ll try to stay on top of it as much as I can. 🥰

Ah, and requests can be sent in Spanish or English. I am fluent in both.

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currently watching all of Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe so i can write x Male Readers for them because GOD KNOWS WE NEED MORE M!READERS IN THIS DAMN FANDOM !!!

pssst so far I'm ready to write abt

- Whiskey (Kingsman)

- Frankie Morales

- Javier Peña

- Javi Gutierrez

- Joel Miller

- Ezra (prospect)

if any of yall gays wanna requests you can check my pinned <3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kintober day 4

Eggsy Unwin + size difference

I was imagining reader with a pyramid head height and build the entire time when writing this. Idk what the reader is in this, but he isn’t fully human.

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Eggsy cursed under his breath as he ducked around yet another corner, bullets flying past where he had just stood. He could hear Merlin in his ear as he watched through the glasses on Eggsys face, telling the younger man which way to go to get to safety.

The mission had been a bust. Eggsy had simply needed to break into a secret lab, collect some information, and get out. But to his luck, he had been caught. He had shoved the USB stick with the information into one of his inner pockets, leaving his hands free to use his gun as needed. Another bullet whizzed past, hitting the very edge of his glasses, and sending them careening off his face, smashing as they met the floor.

Eggsy cursed out loud this time as his one connection to Merlin was gone, and he was on his own. He turned down another hallway, this one seeming less cared for as it was made mainly of cement and metal doors with no windows. The kingsman sped down the hallway, his shoes tapping against the hard floor under him. When he heard the yells of the enemy getting closer, he looked around for an out but all he could see were the doors.

Biting his lip, he shoved one of the doors open and silently shut it after him, his ear pressed to the metal as he heard the sound of the soldiers running by. Eggsy kept still, giving it some time before he would make his way out, in the meantime he turned around, taking in the room he was in.

Right behind him stood the large form of a man, so tall Eggsy had to bend his neck enough to ache to see his face. The scars littering his body, and the medical gown told the spy that he most likely wasn’t here willingly. Eggsy had almost calmed down before the man came at him with a speed a normal human couldn’t reach, but instead of attacking he shoved the brit up against the cold metal of the door.

At any other time Eggsy would be reaching for whatever weapon he had on him and fight his way out, but he froze up at the heavy weight that was pressed against his stomach. He gulped, glancing up at the large man that had him pinned up against the door. His pupils were large, not just from arousal but from what Eggsy could only assume was drugs. Flicking his eyes downwards where they were pressed up against each other, he almost felt his jaw drop to the floor as he saw the size of the man through the flimsy robes.

His chin was lifted, with a care that didn’t seem to match the mans gnarled appearance. Eggsys eyes widened when their lips pressed together, the fingers holding his chin squeezing just enough at his jaw to make his mouth open. The other man’s tongue was cold as it rubbed against Eggsys own, a shiver running down the kingsmans spine like freezing water.

Eggsy fumbled with his hands, lost as where to place them, before he rose to the tips of his feet and wrapped them around the neck of the man. (Y/N) grunted softly as Eggsy tightened his grip, the larger man reaching a hand down and picking the kingsman up with ease. The spy moaned softly as he wrapped his legs around (Y/N)s hips, grinding his hips down to rub his own hardening length against (Y/N)s own.

After what felt like hours of their tongues rolling against one another, Eggsy found himself laid down on a metal table. (Y/N) grabbed onto his clothes and pulled, the well-placed stiches tearing under his strength like one would tear through a napkin. Eggsy whined softly as (Y/N) ripped off the paper gown, revealing the type of body Eggsy could only have ever dreamed off in the past.

The brit couldn’t help but gulp at the mere size of the man, subconsciously clenching his thighs together at the idea of that being inside of him. (Y/N) just huffed a noise that could be seen as laughter as he stepped closer, stepping over the piles of ripped fabric and paper that had once been their clothes. Eggsy gulped as (Y/N) grabbed his thighs, pressing them together instead of spreading them like the spy had assumed he would.

Eggsy grabbed onto the edges of the table as he felt (Y/N) press his cock between his thighs, moaning out loud as he saw and felt the length press against his own where it rested against his stomach. Eggsy cursed, clenching his thighs as arousal poured throughout him. The pants from (Y/N) made it obvious the other man was just as into it as Eggsy himself, the brit biting his lip as he wiggled his hips, jostling the position enough to make (Y/N) groan softly.

His mouth felt open as (Y/N) began to thrust his hips, slowly pulling back and pressing forwards again, rubbing their cocks together in a wet and sticky display. Eggsy couldn’t keep his noises quiet as he reached up, grabbing at (Y/N)s hands where they were still holding his thighs together, trying to force his hips backwards to make the large man move faster.

Seeming to understand what Eggsy was trying to do, (Y/N) tightened his grip and started moving faster, their lengths grinding harder up against one another as precum dribbled onto Eggsys stomach. The spy reached down to try and wrap his hand around both of their lengths, but he soon realized he needed to use both hands to get anywhere near wrapping his hands around both of them.

The kingsman moaned as he felt the building feeling inside him, his eyelids fluttering as it grew closer and closer. He started moving his hands quicker around the two of them, and grinned to himself as he felt (Y/N)s hips stutter in an obvious sign that he was growing closer.

(Y/N) was the first to cum, thick robes of white painting Eggsys torso, a splash even hitting his chin. Eggsy moaned as the white painted him, moving his hands quicker as he reached his completion, his own white joining what (Y/N) had shot all over him. When (Y/N) finally let go of his thighs, Eggsy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and pulled him closer, reaching up to pull him down so he could press his lips against his again.

Eggsy knew that Merlin was most likely trying to find him, and that enemy were still outside and searching for him. But as he kissed the surprisingly gentle man, he threw those thoughts away for later. He would deal with Merlin and Harry scolding him when he was finished up here, and hopefully he could bring his new friend with him back to the Kingsmen.