havokangel:

can i get basorexia with eggsy?

combining requests bc i can :)) enjoy babes!!

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eggsy + basorexia + ‘i miss your lips’

@alexsunmners @paperclipmac @emmcfrxst @dicckgrayson @poorsop @myfriendmagislit @mvximoff

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You’ve always been sort of a sap for Eggsy’s accent. Whether he’s just reading out loud or sharing stupid jokes with his friends, his accent seems to make whatever he’s talking about a hundred times more hypnotizing to listen to. Your favorite time to listen to his voice, however, is over the phone. The one bad thing about dating a Kingsman, you suppose, is the missions that send him far away from you; but you can’t really complain when he’s off saving the world.

He’s been gone for almost a month. A whole month. This time he’s off in the middle of Monaco, which you’re insanely envious of. Whenever he’s on missions he’s able to chat, but between your own busy schedule and his, it’s been a little over a week since you got to be able to call each other.

You’re getting ready for bed when he calls. You nearly trip over your own feet, as you were in the middle of sliding on some shorts to pick up the phone. You nearly cringe at your own voice, sounding insanely chipper and overly excited.

“Eggsy!”

He chuckles, and god, you missed his laugh. “Hey, love. I take it you missed me?

“Shut up. You miss me too. Don’t act like you don’t.” You banter back, flopping back on your bed.

“That I do, babe. Roxy told me to say hi, by the way.”

The two of you chat for nearly an hour, just catching up with each other. You tell him about work and your friends and he tells you what he can about his current mission, even though you offer nudes for anything more interesting than that.

“Tempting,” he had said with a non-convinced laugh, “but I don’t think Merlin would be too happy about that.”

As it nears the two-hour mark, you’ve moved into a comfortable lull of momentary silence. You’re about to ask if he’s tired when he says,

“I miss your lips.”

You let out a soft, audible gasp at his words. Shifting on the bed as you feel a spark in your belly, you answer,

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eggsy replies, voice already slightly hoarse. “Miss your pretty little lips on mine. What-what are you wearing?” You would giggle at how he stumbles over his words if it weren’t for the warmth flooding over you.

“Your t-shirt and shorts,” You answer, already tugging at the fabric of your shorts. He huffs out a small, almost embarrassed amused laugh and asks softly,

“Take em’ off for me?”

You can’t help but let out the laugh you were holding in, and you reply,

“This is going to be fun.”