#taron egerton x m!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.

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"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."

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[b-m-scott]

Honky Cat

Richard Madden x Reader

I had been dating Richard for almost six months now, and our relationship was better than ever. We were still in the honeymoon phase and we now had the amazing opportunity to work together. I had been signed on as a producer for the upcoming film Rocketman and Richard was playing the love interest. I was mainly going to be involved in the musical aspects and I was excited to not only get to work with Taron Egerton, an amazing singer, and of course my boyfriend, who I had let to hear sing. The casting director and he himself have assured us that he could, but I could tell he was nervous about the upcoming recording session. We were heading to the studio now, and even after stopping for some tea, he was still fidgeting and emitting tons of nervous energy. As he’s sipping his tea with his right hand, his left hand is drumming on his bouncing knee. I calmly reach over and grab his hand and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

“Calm down, baby. You’re making me nervous,” I chuckle. He smiles back at me, only a little bit of tension fading away. He chokes out a quiet,

“ ‘m sorry.” I shake my head and reside to simply rub my thumb gently on top of his hand. I know the only way to rid him of his nerves is to simply get in there and start recording, but even then we could get off to a rocky start.

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As we walk into the studio, we’re greeted by Taron almost immediately.

“How are you, mate?” he asks Richard while embracing him in a hug. Richard once again mumbles out a quiet reply, warning a questioning glance from Taron. Taron then embraces me.

“Good to see you again, Y/N!” I smile at him.

“You too, Tar.” Richard at this point has already headed down the hall to the room. Taron gives me a confused look as I start to follow. He follows after me before asking,

“Everything OK?” I nod.

“With us, yeah. With his nerves…” he starts to chuckle as I continue. “No.”

“Understood,” he laughs. “I’ll try to help make him as comfortable as possible.”

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We were about an hour into recording some of Taron’s songs when Elton John showed up, only adding to Richard’s nerves. His signs were more subtle. Now he was just rubbing his thighs once and a while, which was creating a predicament for me. After all, I loved his thighs. I tried to keep focused on Taron and all of Elton’s feelings, but I couldn’t help but find myself thinking of Richard both with worry and now a hint of lust. He had moved to also bite his lip another of his nervous ticks that I dreaded.

“Richard, you ready?” asks one of the assistants. Richard nods his head and takes a gulp of his water bottle before heading into the recording room. We lock eyes and I give him a reassuring smile in hopes of easing some of his tension. He returns the smile before heading in.

“OK, Richard,” I explain. “We’ll start it a few lines before your part, you’ll hear Taron’s bits in the headphones, and then you come in.” He nods in understanding while taking a deep breath. I briefly glance at Taron who crosses his fingers for good luck. I let out a short chuckle before signaling the assistant to begin. As the music starts to play, I feel my nerves start to rise as well. I was incredibly excited to hear Richard’s singing voice, and could only imagine how beautiful it would be considering his speaking voice was absolutely stunning. I couldn’t wait but was also about Elton John liking it as well. I prayed he wouldn’t mess up and joined Taron in crossing my fingers.

They said, "Get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods" Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways, and I (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh, the change is gonna do me good

After the initial verse, Richard really got into it and the first chorus went great. Taron and smiled at each other as Richard continued.

"You better get back, honky cat" Livin' in the city ain't where it's at It's like tryin' to find gold in a, a silver mine It's like tryin' to drink whiskey, oh, from a bottle of wine

I was in absolute heaven. I had always loved Richard’s voice, but to hear it while he was singing was ecstasy. The hints of his Scottish accent peaking through on certain words, whiskey, got to me and I started bouncing my leg hoping to wrap this up as soon as possible.

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About thirty minutes later, everyone felt extremely happy with the song, and Elton even thanked both Taron and Richard for portraying the emotions of the song so well. By now all of Richard’s nerves were gone, and he was smiling ear to ear. I was happy he was finally back to his normal self and incredibly proud of what these two actors had just produced. Taron and Elton announced that they had to leave and have lunch together. It was in preparation for the film and Taron had talked about his previous outings with the legend and how much they had helped him. We all bid them farewell as they exited the recording studio. The assistant looked at me.

“Well Y/N, is that all we have for today then?” he wonders. I nod.

“Yes, I believe that’s it,” I answer. An idea pops into my head and I glance at Richard who is patiently sitting on the couch sipping his water. “But if you don’t mind, I’m gonna listen to the tracks over just in case we missed something.” He agrees and asks if he should stay. I tell him not to worry about it and that I would shut off the studio before we headed out. He thanks us before heading out for the day. I turn to the desk before feeling a presence lurking behind me.

“You’re not going to make me listen to myself sing, are you?” I laugh while turning around to face Richard. I shake my head.

“No,” I say, “I just needed an excuse to get him out of here” I see a hint of confusion pop into his eyes, but as I slide down to my knees, I see it replaced with lust. His hand slides into my hair as I gently scrape my fingers down his thighs.

“You, my love, have just earned yourself a treat.”

[hookedontaronfics]

Tailor-made

Title: Tailor-made Pairing: Taron x reader Rating: M Warnings: Pure smut (thigh-riding, unprotected sex - glove it before you love it, kids) A/N: Just some smutty reading for your Sunday morning. I never promised to be a saint. This is just a quick little one shot, so I hope you enjoy the fantasy! x

You were staring at bolts of fabric, lost in thought, when your co-worker Siobhan knocked on the storeroom’s door, making you jump slightly.

“Hey, you busy?” she asked, as you set your clipboard down.

“Always busy,” you grinned at her. “These bolts don’t count themselves.”

“Well, Taron Egerton is asking for you to do his fitting again. He always insists it’s you,” she said, shrugging slightly.

“Well in that case,” you smiled, trying to not let your excitement show. “Would you show him into the Crown Room and I’ll be there shortly?” She nodded and disappeared back to the front as you tried to keep your heart from racing. You and Taron weren’t exactly dating, but you both tried to see each other off and on and it was always a passionate and fun weekend when you managed to hook up.

You went over to the computer and pulled up the information on his current suit commission, one his stylist Gareth had had a hand in designing; a white suit with pinstripes but the shirt color choice had been left blank. You tapped your pencil against your lips for a second, flipping through your mental palette as you walked to the racks of collared shirts. You landed on a silky denim number, thinking bold would be a good choice, but just in case you also grabbed a merlot red and forest green shirt too. You draped those carefully over your arm before locating the suit, still wrapped in its plastic, and carried all of that with you to the Crown Room.

You knocked and then opened the door to the fitting room, closing it behind you quickly. Taron had been scrolling through his phone but looked up and gave you a huge smile when he saw you.

“Heeeey love!” he said brightly, pulling you into a hug as you carefully held your arm out, trying to keep the suit from getting wrinkled and also getting lost in that embrace for a moment. “I’ve missed you,” he said, as his gaze lowered to your lips and lingered there.

“I’ve missed you too but you’ve decided to be exceptionally busy lately. That’s not my fault,” you teased cheekily.

“Today is no exception, I’m afraid,” he sighed. “This was just a quick stop of many.”

“Then we’ll just have to make each second count,” you replied, pulling the tape measure from around your neck. “Blazer off,” you said, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t you know I love it when you take charge,” he smirked as you hung the suit and shirts on the hooks carefully, smoothing your fingers over the fabrics and imagining how his firm chest would feel beneath them.

“I’m sure you do,” you laughed softly. You had to stop your brain from thinking that way, though, or this fitting was going to go to a place it never should. 

You quickly and expertly took his measurements, though they rarely changed much. He was always quite fit even when he insisted he wasn’t, complaining about how often his publicist told him to cut out his fried chicken, pizza and beer habit. Your fingers whisked the tape around his biceps, chest, neck and waist, something you barely thought about doing now as you’d been measuring clients for years. You were nothing if not practiced and professional, that is until Taron placed a finger under your chin and tilted your face up to his. You realized how close you both were standing, and the undeniable tension between you filled the room.

He leaned in slightly, his breath hot against your face as he looked at you with that question lingering in his eyes. You closed the distance to him and kissed him first, wrapping your arms around his neck as you felt his expression first of surprise and then as he melted into your kiss, his soft full lips pressing hungrily against your own. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to grant him permission, your tongues meeting each other and deepening the kiss.

And then you both realized what you were doing, where you were at, and broke apart, panting slightly and staring at each other, the unbridled thirst for each other apparent on your faces. “I… don’t want to get you fired,” he stammered slightly, running his fingers over his face.

“But the little Do Not Disturb light is on,” you smirked lightly before gesturing to his chest. “Shirt off,” you demanded, as he made a slightly strangled noise in his throat, but you had your back turned, aware of how great your ass looked in the skirt you’d worn to work that day. Just because you had to look professional didn’t mean you couldn’t still look good doing it, and when you flicked your eyes up to his reflection in the mirror, you could see him staring even as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the chair in the corner.

You handed him one of the shirts, hoping you’d remembered his size properly, and watched as he slid the denim silk over his biceps and then started buttoning it up painstakingly slowly, or at least it felt that way.

“It’s a bit tight, isn’t it?” you said, making him hold his arms out and move them about, frowning as the fabric puckered slightly around the buttons.

“It’s fine love, I can move just fine in it,” he shrugged, reaching for the suit coat and trying that on as well. You walked around him, pulling slightly on the fabric, checking the fit and stretch and making sure it wasn’t pulling at any seams, jotting a couple of quick adjustments down on your paper before finally clearing your throat.

“You should probably try the pants on too,” you said in nearly a whisper, trying to keep your composure. You turned your back to give him privacy but he only chuckled at that.

“You’ve seen me naked plenty, love, there’s no shame here,” he said, sweeping your hair aside and placing a kiss on the skin of your neck that made your legs quake. “Now I do find it odd I’m the only one getting undressed here,” he said in such a lusty way it made you throb uncontrollably between your legs.

“Taaaron,” you whined slightly but you certainly didn’t argue when he hiked your skirt up your hips and pulled you in for another needy kiss. His greedy fingers pushed your panties aside and dipped them into you, making you moan into his mouth, which was for the best because you weren’t sure how sound-proof those fitting room walls were.

“Get these off,” you groaned, fumbling with his belt buckle hurriedly as he continued to kiss you hungrily. You were so turned on it almost hurt; it’d admittedly been a while since you’d both seen each other. You knew this could go bad very quickly, but right at that moment, with his fingers digging into your thighs, you could care less. You managed to pull his tight jeans down to his ankles and then pushed him down on the chair, earning a small grunt from him before you pulled your own panties down, straddled his leg, and settled your dripping cunt over his thigh.

“This is new,” he groaned slightly, his fingers trying to undo the buttons on your blouse, accidentally popping a button off. You heard it pinging across the floor somewhere but in the heat of the moment you couldn’t care less. He trailed his fiery kisses down across your chest and over the tops of your breasts as you slowly shifted your hips over his leg, making his skin slick with your juices and groaning at the friction against your sensitive folds.

“Fu-fuck, baby,” he groaned out loud before you clasped your hands over his mouth.

“Shhhh,” you warned him, your eyes going wide. No one could know what you were doing in here, half-naked and completely turned on. You reached between you and stroked his hard length through his boxer-briefs, and he hissed in pleasure around your hand. “We’ve got to be quiet,” you gasped.

“Not sure I can be with you driving me absolutely wild,” he groaned in a whisper. “Now ride my thigh like the naughty woman you are,” he whispered in your ear, so you wrapped your arms around his neck again and started grinding your hips against those muscles, losing yourself to the waves of pleasure rocking through you. You were dimly aware that he’d pulled his cock out and started stroking it along with your motions, and when he dropped his fingers between your legs and started rubbing your clit, giving you just that extra stimulation, it completely sent you over the edge. You came hard against his thigh, clenching your legs around him and biting his shoulder accidentally in an attempt to keep yourself from screaming out.

He sweetly held you close to him, your semi-clothed breasts pressed against his chest until you stopped shaking. “That was fucking hot,” he said, his reddened, engorged member still painfully obvious between you.

“Want me to take care of that?” you whispered, dropping your eyes down as he shifted slightly beneath you.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, standing up and letting you slide the rest of the way down his leg, the moan escaping you as your still-sensitive flesh responded. He pulled you over to the mirror and pressed you up against the glass, his body flush against you from behind. “Always fantasized about doing this,” he smirked, lining himself up with you and guiding himself home, pulling your hips back to meet his. You clapped your own hand over your mouth, keening softly as he began pounding into you mercilessly, his lust-filled gaze meeting yours in the mirror. He was still in the shirt and suit coat, and you couldn’t help getting slight “Fifty Shades” vibes from the situation; it was the hottest sex you’d ever had, and soon you were spiraling quickly toward your climax, and from the sounds he was trying to not make, so was Taron.

“You can cum for me, pretty baby,” he grunted, his teeth grazing over your shoulder lightly, and his words drove straight to your core, the orgasm softer than before but still absolutely delicious as you felt his thrusts grow sloppy. He clung to you tightly as he spilled into you, one hand tangled in your hair and the other pressed against the mirror as he panted heavily and tried to keep his legs from collapsing under him.

“Holy...shit,” you said, whining as he slid out of you and looked about for something to use to clean you both up with. Thankfully there was a box of tissues in the corner, and you both attempted to put yourselves right again as if nothing had happened at all. “I’m going to have to wash that mirror top to bottom now,” you said, and Taron threw back his head and laughed at that.

You yanked your skirt down into place and smoothed your hands over the front of it, before trying to locate the missing button on the floor. You’d have to sew it back on and hopefully no one would ask any questions when you left the fitting room.

“We’ve already taken too much time,” you giggled, watching Taron tuck himself back in his briefs and yank his tight jeans back up. He slid the suit coat and shirt off, handing them over to you before retrieving his shirt and blazer again and clearing his throat.

“The denim is definitely the better choice,” he nodded, as if you both hadn’t totally fucked each other senseless just now. “And is dinner later okay? I’m not a fuck and run sort of guy, you know,” he smiled at you, his eyes back to that light-green color you loved on him so much.

“Dinner would be perfect. And maybe a Round 2, if you know what I mean,” you smirked lightly at him.

“You little minx, you,” he chuckled, stealing a couple sweet kisses, making sure one last time he looked put together, and swinging the door open to let you both out. Taron took his leave, acting as he would were you any other assistant, and you walked to the front desk to log your adjustment notes.

“Did you have fun in there?” Siobhan asked, and you suddenly worried she had overheard you, but she sounded as bored as she looked, chewing gum and filing her nails. Who did that at the front desk anyway?

“Uh, yeah, well, Mr. Egerton is always a well-paying client,” you said, your cheeks turning pink but she didn’t notice.

Some client indeed.

“And make sure you wash down those mirrors, they’ve got to be spotless,” your co-worker’s voice broke into your sexy reverie.

“Hmmm, what?” you asked, shaking yourself back to reality.

“For the inspection. I just mentioned it. Have you even been listening to a word I’ve said?” she asked, sighing exasperatedly. “Before your 3 p.m. arrives, ahhh, a Mister Egerton?” she said, consulting her checklist. “Could you wash the mirrors please?”

“Yeah, no problem,” you sighed, wishing your daydream could be more than just a fantasy. You hated your job, even more so because Taron would never give you a second glance. You were simply the tailor’s assistant, nothing more, and you could only imagine what lay below those clothes of his he wore so well.

You stood up from the desk to grab the cleaner and paper towels, sighing slightly to yourself. “And y/n, by the way, you were moaning, just to let you know.” You froze in the middle of your step, looking about as wide-eyed as a deer in headlights.

“It was, uhhh, a stomach ache,” you stammered pathetically.

“Sure, if that stomach ache is one Mister Egerton,” she smirked. “Just keep it in your pants, alright?”

You slapped your hand over your face in embarrassment and sighed. This was going to be a long shift indeed.

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

1K Writing Challenge Celebration

Okay so, I hit 1K AGES ago but since I’ve been so busy with The Fairy King (which will continue soon) and now a Night At  The Opera that I didn’t get a chance to post this!! Anyway, some  of these songs may be in the wrong category and I’m really sorry. Without further ado, here we go! ( God I really hope this doesn’t flop)

RULES

You MUST reblog this post if you want to participate

Deadline is the 12th April ( this can be extended- just message me)

Smut is allowed but there must be proper warnings and you must be over 18!!!

Songs are FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE- once a song’s gone, it’s gone

You don’t have to be following me but it’d be nice

Ships and OC are allowed ( Including Joe Mazzello X reader X Ben Hardy and Roger Taylor X Reader X Ben Hardy)

Anything over 500 words needs to have a ‘Keep Reading’ shortcut.

I can add some more songs if people want to send in requests

Please tag it appropriately and use the tag ‘PHOEBS1KCHALLENGE’

How to Enter

Send me a dm or an ask(can’t be anonymous). I don’t bite!

CHARACTERS/PEOPLE

Darkiplier

Yancy (A Heist With Markiplier)

Snafu Shelton ( The Pacific)

Eugene Sledge (The Pacific)

Freddie Mercury (MUST BE PLATONIC)

Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon (Queen)

The Borhap boys (Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Rami Malek)

Loki, Dr Strange, Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes (MARVEL)

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)

Robin Of Loxley (Robin Hood- 2018)

Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams( Rocketman)

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Jimmy Darling ( American Horror Story)

Eddie Edwards ( Eddie The Eagle

Taron Egerton

Charles Xavier, Peter Maximoff ( Xmen- NEW)

Warren Worthington (XMEN: APOCALYPSE)

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

Ahkemenrah (Night At The Museum)

Pat Murray (Undrafted)

Adult!Tim Murphy (Jurassic Park)

Garner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

F L U F F

Say you won’t let go - James Arthur - @sherlollydramoine 

Too much love will kill you - Queen

Marry me - Train

Before You Go- Common Kings

Death of a bachelor- Panic! At The Disco

Teenage dreams- Katy Perry

 Smithereens - Twenty Øne Piløts @breadnbutternips 

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy- Queen -@liliah39 (Roger x reader)

You’re my best friend- Queen -@mirkwoodshewolf (Roger or Deaky x reader)

All of me- John legend

Hey soul sister- train

I was born to love you - Freddie Mercury/ queen

Sarah Smiles- Panic!At The Disco

When the day met the night- Panic! At the disco - @metaphorical-love-for-a-car

Good Riddance ( Time Of your life) - Green day

Summer of ‘69- Bryan Adams @sj-thefan (Roger x ?)

 Your song- Elton John

Hey soul sister- train

Everything has changed- Taylor Swift

Part of me- Katy Perry

A N G S T

Too good at goodbyes- Sam Smith

Without me - Halsey

Happier- marshmallow ft basillr

Love- Daughter

Hurts like hell- fleurie

The other side- Ruelle

Idfc- Blackbear

Dream alone- Nathan Sharp ( NateWantsToBattle)

This town- Niall Horan

Good company- Queen

Mr Brightside - The Killers @xmxisxforxmaybe (Snafu x reader)

Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi

All I ask - Adele

How do you sleep?- Sam Smith

Is that alright? - Lady Gaga

Cold- James blunt

Wolf in sheep’s clothing- set it off

Bury A Friend- Billie Eilish

M I S C

Part of me- Katy Perry

‘39- Queen- @ramimalekpan (Sledge X Snafu)

Starman- David Bowie

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Wingman - A Taron Egerton Fanfic Pt.2

Part Two is HERE! Read Part One -> https://takeontaron.tumblr.com/post/185692742693/wingman-a-taron-egerton-fanfic

Taron x Reader

Stumbling towards Taron’s room, you giggled as the anticipation and excitement continued to rise within your chest. You nipped at Taron’s neck as he frantically attempted to fish the room key out of his jacket pocket, dropping it upon pulling it out, then finally getting it into the door. You didn’t even wait for the door to close as you untied the bit of fabric around your neck holding your garment onto your figure and let it fall, leaving you completely naked save for the dripping wet thong. Taron moaned in the back of his throat, stilling himself for a moment to take you in. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, the Welsh accent stronger than usual. You stood motionless, waiting for him to make the next move. You were rewarded by Taron ripping off his jacket, his hands going straight for his necktie and he began to untie it while kissing you as if he would die from lack of your lips. You began unbuttoning his shirt as you kissed back, overwhelmed with his scent and the feeling of his barely-there stubble scratching your face. You impatiently finished getting his shirt off him and immediately went for his belt buckle. His hands held your face as he continued to dominate your mouth with his, only letting go to help get the rest of his clothing off. You both paused to catch your breath once you were both solely in your underwear. Taron’s length was begging to be released from the fabric, and you knelt down to place a kiss on his hipbone as your fingers curled themselves around the top of his briefs, about to pull them down. 

“Wait,” he suddenly broke the silence. You paused and looked up, his face full of lust and need. “Come here,” he pulled you onto your feet and gazed into your eyes. “So beautiful,” he whispered, slowly running his hands along your body, holding you close as his mouth explored your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. You closed your eyes, head falling back, enjoying the experience. You felt yourself being lifted gently as Taron picked you up and carried you over to the bed, placing you onto the soft comforter and stretching himself over you once again. 

You were starving for him, his naked form hovering over you, your fingers roaming all over his body, trying to take in as much sensation as you could. He kept his hips slightly above yours as he watched you touching him, exploring him. His pupils were dark and you lifted your hips up to meet his and were greeted by the extreme hardness of his cock still prisoner in the briefs. 

“Taron,” you whined, not sure of what else to do. Your mind was cloudy with lust and you weren’t positive you could form any other words than this gorgeous man’s name. 

“Hmm?” he hummed softly, a hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face. 

“Taron!” you wrapped both legs around his lower waist, pulling him into you as close as possible. “Pleaaasseeeee.”

He was being so soft, so slow, so gentle, it was killing you. “I’m enjoying this,” he smiled. 

You complained loudly by making noises you didn’t know you could and grinding into him, the movement causing his briefs to begin to get wet from your panties. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed, almost so softly you assumed at first you made the words up in your own head. When you didn’t directly respond, he lowered his face back down to yours and began giving you kisses as he continued speaking. “I’ve fantasized about this for months now.”

Now you knew for sure he was actually saying these things. Your eyes grew wide. “Wh-what?” you stammered. 

He kept kissing you. “So soft, so beautiful,” he said. 

Suddenly your ability to form words began coming back again. “Wait, you’ve wanted me for months and I just now find out? After I literally have to bait you??” 

He chuckled. “I’m an idiot. I thought if I said something it might ruin everything.”

You almost glared at him. “I could have been fucking you for months?!!!”

Now he laughed. “I’m sorry, i -” 

“Shut up! Fuck now, talk later!” You tried to kiss him but he backed away ever so slightly. 

“Only if you ask nicely.” The bastard was having too much fun teasing. You had to take control. 

“Fuck you!” you suddenly flipped him into his back, still straddling him, and grabbed his length through his briefs. Taron let out a surprised moan, and your breath caught in your throat. You still hadn’t seen him yet, but from what you could feel, he was bigger than you imagined. You hopped off him long enough to jerk his briefs off and throw them across the room, then you were on top of him again, holding his wrists beside his head. His breathing was becoming harder, and you leaned down to kiss him. 

At that moment, he took the upper hand and flipped you over onto your back, a playful scream coming from your mouth. Taron knelt beside the bed and gripped your legs, pulling them over the edge of the bed and placing your knees on his shoulders. 

“I said, you have to ask nicely.” He grinned at you, his face positioned right in front of your pussy. You could feel his breath on you through your thin panties, and you whined in anticipation as you felt them being taken off your body. Suddenly you were acutely aware there was literally nothing between your core and Taron’s face, and you shocked yourself when you blushed. “You smell amazing,” he breathed you in, running the tip of his nose from your opening to your clit. The light sensation was almost too much, and suddenly you felt like crying from having to keep waiting. 

“Please,” you gave in. 

“Hmm? Please what?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” He dipped his tongue into you, slowly licking all the way from back to front, giving your clit a light suck before stopping again. 

“Fuck!”

“Ask. Nicely.” Taron’s thick fingers pried you open so he could admire you. “You have such a nice pussy, Y/N. It looks so ready for me. It would be a shame if it was left unattended all night.”

“Please, Taron, please just touch me.” You felt lightheaded and your hands were roaming through his hair in an attempt to ground you a bit. Apparently he decided he had had enough waiting himself and he pushed his tongue flat against you, letting the tip tease your entrance. Your head fell back against the bed as you allowed yourself to feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue overtake you. 

He went back and forth from tongue-fucking you to licking and sucking on your clit, making you writhe and moan uncontrollably. His hands held your hips down as he continued his assault, only stopping long enough to insert his finger into you. You cried out, and he began praising you in-between licks.

“Fuck, such a tight, wet pussy, Y/N. Seriously the tightest I’ve ever felt. So soft and wet for me. I can’t wait to tear it open with my cock.”

The dirty talk sent you over the edge, and as you were coming down from your orgasm Taron inserted a second finger, curling them both just-so and immediately finding that special bundle of nerves and rubbing it furiously as he glued his mouth to your clit. 

“That’s it, Y/N.” Taron encouraged, his fingers dripping with your juices as he continued to pump them in and out of your pussy. “Just like that.” You were breaking out into a light sweat, trying to breathe as your second orgasm overtook you. You saw stars as you cried out, your ears filled with praises from Taron as you rode out the rest of your orgasm on his fingers. You finally opened your eyes, heaving, to find Taron staring at you. 

“You’re so beautiful, writhing around on the bed.” He slowly stood up, and you finally got a good look at his cock, hard as hell and thicker than any other you’d ever seen. “You taste so good.” He ran his wet fingers over your lips and you opened them, sucking them clean. Taron groaned and climbed over you as you pushed your way up farther onto the bed. He grabbed a pillow at the head of the bed and placed it under your head. 

“I really want to ride you,” you breathed, taking his length in your hand pumping him slowly, appreciating how he felt in your hand. His breath got ragged at the sensation, but he shook his head in answer to you. 

“Not tonight, Y/N. Tonight, I do the work. You just enjoy and cum harder than you ever have before.” You gasped as his lips once again consumed yours, and you felt your hand being pushed away, your arms being pulled over your head, bent at the elbows, so Taron could lean on his elbows and hold your wrists together at the same time. “How would you like it?” he slid his cock along your folds, getting it wet and enjoying the noises you made. 

“Just take me, Taron,” you whispered, and that’s all he needed to hear. He guided his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed inside, moaning along with you as you both relished in feeling each other for the first time. The stretch from him burned but in such a delicious way that there was no pain, and as he bottomed out, you both let out a long sigh. His cock pulsed as he held it there for a moment, both of you staring into each other’s eyes right before he pulled out and shoved himself in again, this time forcefully. You cried out his name as he began pounding into you hard and fast. 

Taron hungrily nipped at your neck as he fucked you roughly, experimenting with angling his hips in different ways to find that spot inside you again, and upon finding it, held you down as he pounded into you relentlessly. You squeezed him hard, and his mouth fell open, panting as his hands went to your hips to push you farther into the bed, his pace and thrusts punishing at this point. Your hands fisted into the bed covers as you felt your climax approaching. 

“Such a good girl. You gonna cum on my cock for me? So fucking tight. So soft. So wet.” Taron couldn’t seem to praise you enough. “So beautiful, your body so helpless as I fuck you. You feel so good.” He suddenly became almost menacing, which turned you on to no end. “I’m gonna ruin you, Y/N. No one will ever compare to me in bed. No one will ever fit inside you as perfectly as I do. No one else gets to have you so vulnerable, so beautiful, so stunning in such moments of ecstasy.” Then he grew soft again, his emotions swelling within him. “I’ll never want anyone else but you,” he said softly, his words ringing in your ears as you came hard, screaming his name as he moaned your name into your shoulder, spilling himself inside you. You held onto him tightly as you both came down, breathing hard, moaning softly. Your body trembled slightly from the aftershocks of such intense pleasure, and Taron kissed you softly until your body calmed down. 

“How was that?” Taron asked in all honestly, smiling down at you. 

You smiled back. “It was perfect,” you breathed.

“So you’ll let me do it again?”

“Absolutely.”

[meg-tann]

Simple Moments (Taron Egerton x Reader)

I threw my legs onto his lap and nuzzled into his side. He was so much warmer than me - he always was. He chuckled and placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Feeling cuddly today, are we?” Taron asked quietly, taking a sip of his drink with his other hand.

“I’m cold.”

“You’re always cold,” he chuckled, pulling me with him as he leaned forward to place his glass on the coffee table.

I faked an offered gasp and he chuckled lowly again. I could feel the vibrations in his chest as I settled in closer.

“You could have put the DVD in before crashing down on top of me...”

“But it’s cold over there and you haven’t picked a film yet,” I moaned.

“Well, maybe you could pick one today?”

“Noooo,” I pouted. “I get to watch these films all the time. You’re always away filming and whatever, so while you’re here, you have to chose.”

“Fair enough,” Taron smiled. He tried his best to see the tittles of the films from where we were sitting, but as I watched his eyebrows furrow in full concentration, I already knew what he was going to pick. It was always that same m, battered old DVD, with years of over-watching worn into the cover. It was his favourite film - something he couldn’t deny.

I waited, watching his lips form the first syllable, and as he said it, I mouthed along. Labyrinth.

“Surprise, surprise,” I laughed.

“Whaaaaat?” He moaned. “Don’t make me choose if you know you’re not going to lie the answer.”

“It’s not that I don’t like that answer...” I smiled sweetly at him, waiting for him to work it out for himself.

“You can never watch that film too many times,” He replied, affronted.

“Uh-huh,” I shrugged.

Before I knew what was happening, I had been lifted from his side and practically slammed into the cushions of sofa. Starring up at him, my mouth was open in shock for a moment before he stuck his tongue out at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stop picking on my film choices,” he warned.

“I’m not...” I eyed him carefully. “For me to pick on your choices would have to pick more than one film!”

He squinted his eyes suspiciously at me, and I giggled again.

Suddenly our body were writhing and twisting against each other’s as he proceeded to attack me with tickles. He found the weak spots on my sides, and under my arms. He was merciless as his nimble fingers found their way into every ticklish place I had. He knew exactly what he was doing as I trashed against him, screaming, laughing, then screaming again.

I begged for mercy, but it did nothing. I tried fighting back but my laughter was making me weak. I did Fong a litre strength now and then, but not enough to move his muscled body away. I was trapped and honestly, not hating it.

Several minutes passed, until he asked mid-tickle, “Ready to give up yet?”

I glared.

“I can go all day.”

I mumbled some noises that meant nothing, but then quickly squealed as he attacked me again. “I give up!” I breathed, “I give up.”

“Good,” He said patronisingly. “And were going to watch Labyrinth?”

“Yeah...that’ll have to do, I guess”

We smiled at each other for a moment more, then Taron leaned down and kissed me softly on the tip of my nose. He stood slowly, and steadied himself. Then, with a look of caring, he leaned down again and picked my tired, almost-limp body up. He walked us over to the DVD player, clumsily threw the film on, with me still in his arms, then walked back on the sofa. He placed me on his lap and held me tight as he pressed play.

The opening scene commenced and I heard his breathing start to calm in my ear. His hands rubbed over the exposed skin of my hand and wrist, and lips gently pressed against my cheek.

I felt something in my heart I’d only ever known with him. I smiled, looked him in the eyes, and for the first time in my life, I said the words, “I love you, Taron”

His eyes glistened for a moment, before he pressed his lips to mine with a smile of his own. As we parted, we opened our eyes and really looked at each other. His lips opened slightly. They closed. They opened again, and he spoke softly, “I love you too y/n”

“I love you so much...”

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[sweet-talk-fanfiction-blog]

Introduction/Rules for Requests

Hello, fellow Tumblr users! This is just an introduction to who I will write for and a sense of how my writing style is.

As of right now, I am only comfortable writing for these characters:

-Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)

-Richie Tozier (It, only aged up to like 16 or older)

-Peter Parker/Spider-Man

-Ryan Ross (Panic!/Young Veins)

-Sam Winchester (SPN, but nothing after season 11)

-Any of the members of FOB

-Taron Egerton

-Tom Holland

-Cody Carson (Set It Off)

Of course, you can try to request anyone from those fandoms as well as Stranger Things and a few other bands and I’ll try my best to write your request as soon as possible. However, I’m kinda new to this... so it might take a bit before I respond to requests.

That being said, let’s move on to the rules... I will not write any of the following things:

-Abusive relationships

-Heavy BDSM-esque smut (light smut is fine tho and there will be a warning if I do write that)

-Incest

-Age difference (by this I mean a 16 year old being in a relationship with a 35 year old... but I will do characters aged down if you would like, just nothing under 16 years old)

-Rape or anything similar to rape

-Characters dying

-OC/Personalized fanfiction (no names, only Y/N because names are weird to me)

-Anything related to a racial slur of any kind

-Anything with a bad breakup (this is currently triggering to me since I’m going through one as of right now)

-Drug use

-Threesomes

-Cheating significant others

I think I will do pretty much everything else, I just have things that I’m not comfortable with writing... And just a heads up, I am definitely okay with writing any LGBTQ+ requests, seeing as I’m actually pansexual myself.

To give a bit of my writing style, I’ll write a little snippet of an Eggsy X Reader since he’s currently my love...

~.~

I honestly can’t believe that I’ve gone and gotten myself into this mess... All because I loved this idiotic man. Eggsy Unwin, the absolute love of my life, left our hotel room for two seconds and some guys came in and kidnapped me... I only went on this mission to get closer to him, seeing as I’m such a shy person that I’ve never spoken a word to him. But now my entire life is in his hands. If he doesn’t come and find me soon, these men are going to kill me without any hesitance whatsoever. Only because I wanted to feel love again...

The cell is freezing and dark, causing a sense of claustrophobia to start forming in my chest. When the door opens, a bright light shines into the cell, temporarily blinding me until I recognize the man that’s walking in. It’s Agent Whiskey... I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but I hope it’s over soon. “Y/N,” Whiskey snarled at me, “where the hell is Eggsy?” Of course, I know he went to get some scotch for us, but I would never tell Whiskey that considering the current situation. “I’ve got no idea, Whiskey... Why don’t ya let me go then? I don’t know where he is...”

All I feel after those words leave my mouth is pain. I don’t know what caused the pain, but honestly, it’s unbearable. So my world fades to black... and then I hear yelling. Slowly, my eyes open again and I see Eggsy standing in front of me, looking concerned. Not a word leaves his mouth as he gently picks me up and carries me out of the cell, out of the darkness, out of the cold.

“Are y’ alright, luv? ’M so sorry it took so long to find y’...” Eggsy’s voice sounds so soothing, but I can tell by his tone of voice that he’s extremely worried for me. My only response is a nod, and it’s all I can really do at the moment. He seems to understand this... so he doesn’t push me to do anything else.

After making sure all of my wounds are tended to (very gently), Eggsy lays me on my bed in our hotel room. I expect him to go over to his bed, so I’m shocked when he starts climbing into my bed with me. His arms wrap around me delicately as if I’m a fragile teapot that could shatter at any contact. My eyes slip shut and I start to fall asleep... but then I hear him speak.

“Y’know luv... I think I’ve really done it this time... I honestly think ’m in love with y’... And I really ain’t kiddin’. I know y’ can’t hear me... but I just really needed t’ say it.”

I desperately want to respond to him, but my body decides I need to sleep so I fall into the darkness of sleep...

... but it’s a lot better because he’s with me, and he protects me all night long.

[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.