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“Aw yiiisss! Leaf bloeelheglehlreelgehelergheelegrhehhlrlg.” (via carrotsoup)

“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.” for Archie cuz yum

He came back from the business trip worse for wear. Apparently things had gone a bit awry with the client. The deal hadn’t been made and apparently one of Archie’s boys had been shot in the foot, but other than that, they all made it out of Ireland rather unscathed. 

He made it back late – you’d stayed up on the couch, tuning into late-night comedy shows and enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in one of Arch’s old dress shirts and comfy socks. At the sound of the front door’s lock jingling with keys, your heart leaps into your throat.

You pull yourself up and quickly pad over to the door, eyes wide as Archie stagger in out of the rain. You grin and feel your cheeks heat up.

“You’re back!”

His head snaps up, eyes bright as you run down the corridor and hop into his arms. He catches you, swinging you up into his arms. You hug his neck, kissing his cheeks and not caring if he’s soaked from the rain. His hands are cold as they wrap your legs around his waist. They brush along the skin of your thigh and you shiver.

“I missed y’,” he mumbles against a slow kiss. 

Climbing down from his arms, you help him with his jacket and hang it while he kicks off his shoes. You’re met with hands on your waist, skimming up the fabric of the dress shirt. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks, it’s not mine,” you chide. A wandering hand moves to cup your breast under the shirt and you bite your lip as Arch’s mouth dips to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He can’t help it – you’ve been on his mind ever since he’s left. Those pictures you’d sent him the other night in that new lingerie set hadn’t helped.

“I wish I could control myself better around y’, but when I see y’, all I want t’ do is rip your clothes off an’ fuck you,” it’s a hoarse whisper and you practically moan in his arms.

“Well, now’s your chance, hot-shot.”

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"you are already turned on?" with harry hart ? :)

NSFW MEME —

If it hadn’t been for the extensive training you’d received as a Kingsman agent, you certainly would have been sitting in a puddle of drool by now.  

Harry had been fitted in a tight three piece navy suit showing off his trim figure and long legs.  You’d practically had to sign a disclosure agreement for wardrobe to let you borrow the Tony Ward dress you were wearing, holding hands on top of the table after getting photos of your target’s dining party on the way in. All the other patrons were busy gawking over the rushing waiters and fancy food - but you and Harry couldn’t take your eyes off of each other.

“I can’t wait to rip that fucking dress off you when we get home...” he mutters, feeling his hand land on your calf and start to work their way up your leg. “Ah, ah, ah mister! You’re not going to rip this dress. Do you have any idea how much it co-oh!-” You couldn’t help yourself from trailing off as he reached the apex of your thighs, shooting you a knowing smirk over the rim of his glasses.

“You are already turned on — ?  If your dress is as soaked as your knickers, you’re in deep trouble.”

Harry Hart- im not hurting you am I? Fluffy!

NSFW MEME —

The slight and painful hitch in your breath are what makes him stop.

“Y/N? Darling? I’m not hurting you, am I?” 

The two of you had been elated and passionate just a moment ago, but any ambiguity disappears once he realizes he might be hurting you. He was so fucking desperate for you, tripping twice on the way to the bedroom and getting tangled up in his trousers because he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

He was almost seated to the hilt inside you before you’d tensed, and not in the good way. Your beautiful face was scrunched up in discomfort, eyes fluttering open when Harry brushed his thumb along your jaw. “Darling?” 

“I- I’m okay… just-”

“It’s been a while? Me too.”“- nothing about you is particularly small.” 

You ended up talking on top of each other, blinking in disbelief while Harry muffled his laughter in your shoulder. He hadn’t been with too many people before in his life, but the fact that the two of you were laughing together during your first time merely cemented the fact that he’d known for a while now.

He loved you. Harry Hart was in love with you.

Prompt! “Swallow it all of it” with Harry Hart?! Love your writing!

NSFW MEME —

It had taken you a while to convince Harry to let you give him head.

Don’t get me wrong - he was never hesitant to go down on you, sometimes bringing you to three or four orgasms before he thought of himself. Naturally it had taken a bit of bribery on your part to convince him to swap places.

That was almost a year ago. Your Harry had come a long way from meekly grabbing at your hair to propping himself up against the headboard, a tight grip on your hair as he quickly approached his orgasm. “That’s it, darling. Do you want me to cum in that gorgeous mouth of yours?” 

The eager groan you gave in reply sent shock waves through his body, no sooner said than done before he’s pushed over the edge. “That’s it… swallow it. All of it. Such a good girl.” 

You’re both shaking by the time you lick away the last drop, Harry fumbling to tug you further up the bed to show you his appreciation.