elle’s ‘I-have-read-it-more-than-once-and-will-do-so-again’ Kingsman multi-ship rec list

Exactly what the title says

End on an Exhale by @insanereddragon - M, Merhartwin

Harry sits down beside him, heedless of the dew or the grass, and picks up the crumpled pack. Eggsy finally looks over at him as he lights up and pulls in his first lungful.

“This ain’t a mission.”

Harry glances at him from the side. “Not mine, but I don’t think you’re done with yours yet. So we’ll stay here until you are.”


A series of moments in Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin’s relationship in which they are smoking.

So in real life I am very meeeh about smoking. But I won’t pretend I don’t find it hot. I am sure I am not the only one.

fuck me a rainbow by @tastymoves - E, Hartwin

“I want to try them.” He grins his cheekiest grin. “Repeatedly.”

“You make a compelling case, Eggsy. However, I do have to finish up here first so you might need to be a little more patient.”

Another groan from Eggsy. “That’s what I get for fucking the boss.”

“Getting fucked by the boss is more like it, isn’t it?” Harry responds as he turns his attention back to his laptop like it’s not half-buried in color changing condoms.

The perfect mix of funny and hot, do yourself a favor and go read this. Seriously, it’s intimate smut at his best.

Every Step You Take by LapisLazuli - E, Hartwin, Merlahad, Merhartwin

The day that Harry’s aesthetic appreciation of Eggsy became active want was a result of nothing remarkable. He had gone to speak with Merlin, who was monitoring a training session for the Lancelot candidates, and happened to glance down at the monitor just as Eggsy finished annihilating a series of long-distance targets on the range. He stood up, pushing his goggles back on his forehead, and positively beamed, his joy in the achievement as bright as the sun, and Harry actually felt his breath stutter in his lungs. Something about the combination of deadliness and innocence that Eggsy embodied so effortlessly simply reached right down into Harry’s chest and squeezed, and he could do nothing to prevent the sharp wave of lust that crashed over him.

That one is VERY hot okay. Just. Unf. Unf unf unf

My Love’s a Revolver by @fangirlasplosian - E, Merlahad

After certain kinds of missions, Harry Hart has two sure-fire ways to deal with pent-up adrenaline: Get pissed, or get laid. Unfortunately, the one time he takes someone home he’s interested in seeing again, he turns out to be a new coworker. A coworker with rules about about sleeping with colleagues.

Being a gentleman, Harry will respect Merlin’s boundaries. But the more they work together and get to know each other, the harder Harry finds it to keep propriety in check.

Red is the one who recced it to me a few months ago but by the gods am I glad she did. It is everything one might wish of a Merlahad story

Care and Custody by  esama  - T, Hartwin

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

It is just such a good fix-it and an interesting AU of what could have happened if some things had been slightly different.

The Courting of Eggsy Unwin by @zombiisheep - E, Harry/Eggsy/Mark Darcy

How were there TWO Harry Harts? Eggsy couldn’t even handle one!

But then how was Harry standing in front of this cafe when he was supposed to be all the way in Brussels on an ambassador mission with Arthur?

Eggsy soon discovers that there is still a lot to learn about Harry Hart, starting with the fact that he has a twin brother, a one Mr. Mark Darcy. And Mark may share Harry’s face, but that’s where the similarities end. Where Harry is slick and charismatic, Mark is awkward and endearing. But for all of the charm Mark lacks, Eggsy can’t help but find himself falling for the bumbling barrister.

But when Harry returns and discovers that not only has his young protege has fallen for someone other than him (he may have been giving Eggsy the impression that he wasn’t interested, whoops), but it’s his estranged goody two shoes brother. The war for Eggsy’s heart begins, but none of them can plan for how it turns out.

(It ends with all three together, that’s where)

If twincest isn’t your thing, don’t read this. But if you don’t mind, zomg, go read this.

the canvas can do miracles by @sententiousandbellicose - T, Hartwin

After Kentucky, Harry will never be a knight again, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost everything. He still has the sea. He still has Eggsy. He just needs Eggsy to remind him of that. (In which Harry runs away and Eggsy waits for him to come back home.)

This story is just omg SO GOOD. It’s Harry-centric and everything I didn’t know I wanted to read about until Reg put it in words.

The Whole Truth by @oggalahad - G, Hartwinrox

Truth serum has never been perfected to actually get to the truth, and Eggsy is an expert at rambling about nothing.

A funny and sweet truth serum fic. What’s not to like?

Rainy Nights by LittleMissHara - T, Harroxy

Sometimes he just wondered a little too much, & she’d just tell him to stop, & that was perfectly okay.

Short but oh so very beautifully written

Written In the Stars by @potentiality-26 E, Hartwin

Harry blinked and said, “Eggsy,” with warmth but undeniable surprise.

Though he had anticipated exactly this reception, Eggsy barely managed to keep his face from falling. Harry never seemed anything but pleased by Eggsy’s visits, but the fact that he plainly expected to see less of Eggsy hurt. Eggsy suspected that Harry disapproved but was too kind to say so, and Harry would never have let good manners stop him from telling Eggsy where he was going wrong before; it was just one more sign that the ties that had bound them together for so long were unraveling

Eggsy becomes a knight. It doesn’t simplify his relationship with his master as much as he hoped it might.

It’s a Hartwin Star Wars AU where Eggsy was Harry’s padawan and they have a bond even after Eggsy becomes a Knight. OF COURSE I LOVE THAT BLOODY FIC AND I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN OKAY! (heck i dream of it having a sequel one day T^T) Also damn, it’s written by potentiality-26. I’ve never not like one of their fic.

Little Princess by @persephoneggsy - G, Hartwin

Harry Hart, a.k.a. Arthur, finds himself competing with a seven-year-old for Eggsy’s (a.k.a. Guinevere’s) affections. And then he receives help from the last place he expected.

That fic is just bloody adorable okay? Read this. You won’t regret it.

Out of Left Field by VillaKulla - M, Hartwin, Roxlin

“Now there was just one more thing,” Merlin said, addressing the sweaty, bedraggled, footballers clustered around him. “There’s been a change of ref.”

Eggsy and the rest of the UK Kingsmen looked at their coach expectantly and he raised his eyebrows.

“Harry Hart.”

Look, I don’t care about sport. And yet I devoured that story because it’s so much more than this and the sport in it just make it all more rich.

Not Good, Doesn’t Mean Bad by @anarchycox - M, Harroxy

Harry and Roxy have broken up, but now a mission has them playing a happy couple. It is very easy to pretend to be in love, when you never stopped.

While I completely adore the Knitter Eggsy Verse and everyone should go read it NOW, I decided to rec this Harroxy fic instead because DAMN we need more Harroxy and this one is just so good! Harry is an idiot, but he’s lucky Roxy is more than ready to think for him.

King’s Dead
(au post-9x23, nsfw)

Dean opens black eyes and Crowley’s throat in the span of his first heartbeat. Artery spray and a red-orange deathflash, pulse fails. Ultra-high-def.

“Sammy!” Long live the King. Sound of his boots, smell of shampoo and booze under blood and sulfur and–Sammy, Sammy. Summoning herbs? That’s pretty darkside.

“Dean, you’re–what the Hell is that blood? Is that… Crowley?”


“Is he…?”

“Kind of a reflex.” Dean feigns a face maybe reads regret. “Asshole was creepin’ right over me.”

Sam’s mouth flattens. “What did he say?”

“Mostly, gurgle-gurgle, choke-thump.”


Oops. Dean traces the Mark. “This thing.”

Sam nods, forehead crinkles and Dean thinks about this face in a garden of roses. “Is that… why…”

“I’m back?” Dean stands, strips his stained overshirt. “Think so.”

Sam knocks Dean’s breath out. Big long arms and his sturdy chest. Dean noses his neck crease, knuckles his spine.

“Need you, Sammy.” Winchester keepin’ a secret. Tired plot, but…

Sam groans. Gets Dean by the chin and kisses wild. Toppy, fuckin’ hungry way he does when somebody’s back from Hell. Handful of ass and Dean tiptoes, drags half-mast up Sam’s thigh.

Sam freezes. “You should clean up.” Whites show all around his eyes.

Right. Crowley’s blood. Better not get a taste, huh Sammy? Don’t wanna blow that five-year chip. Not on fuckin’ Crowley anyway. Dean’s t-shirt goes. Pants hit his ankles.

“Clean enough?”

Sam’s nose flares. Nails rake Dean’s tattoo, nipples ribs and abs. Dean can picture him, naked and stunning, draped over Hell’s throne. Dean sinks to the bed edge, Sam to his knees. Pets inside Dean’s thighs, thumbs over his balls. Breath washes through his leg hairs and two pulses race.

Lips scald Dean’s demon-amped dick and his moan comes out half growl. Dean leans on his palms, whiff of Crowley’s cooling corpse behind him makes him buck up. Sam coughs. Spit trails to his pubes. Damn and Sam takes cock like he’s taking communion, all this reverent awe in teary eyes. Dean hand-combs, thumbs across Sam’s eyebrow and smiles. Sam rocks lower.

Still gonna have to kill Cain. Abaddon groupies’ll hunt him forever but other than that? They already took down Lucifer and Lilith. Alastair and Azazel and–“Ohhh fuck.” Sammy makes that move, head in his mouth and tongue working the slit. Hands on Dean’s hips can’t keep him pinned but remind him enough. Dean sets up a counterstroke, jacks in Sam’s mouth and more speed, more heat…

Offhand, Dean wonders if his come’s gonna juice Sam up like Ruby’s blood did. Probably not but it’d be awesome. Anyway Sammy’ll get the real deal when the time’s right. Dean’s gonna fuck Sam and feed him and rule Hell with him, and that thought–

Come roars out of him. Lucky Sam’s drinking him down when his eyes flash black. Gonna have to watch that…

Dean almost laughs.


Sam joins him by the dying pyre. “Almost can’t believe he’s gone.”

“I know.” Dean shakes his head.

“What’ll happen to Hell now?”

“Nothin’ for a while.” Then a war’ll break out and they’ll make their move. Game of Thrones-style.

Sam’s hand slips Dean’s back pocket. “Shower?” Lips brush his ear. Kid’s speakin’ his language.

Half shoving match half avid makeout session impedes their trip. Trail of clothes ends just past Sam’s room. Then it’s a race.

Sam kisses Dean, presses him into dry tiles. Dean registers the flash in his eyes too late. Sam pulls the knob and steps back. Dean howls, skin blisters and he hits the deck.

“Blessed the water heater while you burned the bedding.”

Dean roars.

“You reek of sulfur, you think I’m an idiot?”

Warded cuffs click into place. Dean’s power bleeds. He blacks out.

I… Oh my god, nonnie. I totally thought I knew where this was going, and I was surprised in the BEST WAY POSSIBLE. I love love love this. Thank you!

Happy Man Bewb Monday! Instead of #EvansChess it’s #EvansChest! This pic is new to me and he needs more of these thin henley shirts like right now!!! 😍

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anonymous asked:

Erwin likes spoiling Armin in every way he can--presents, massages, expensive dinners, fancy dates. Alternatively, though, Armin's better at spoiling Erwin in the bedroom. He knows everything Erwin likes, everything that reduces him to mush, be it the way he swirls his tongue around Erwin's cock, or screaming 'daddy' just right to make Erwin come.

Oh god you brought in the daddy kink help me I’m melting