#taron egerton fanfic

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

Looking Dapper

Thank you for answering my ask. I really love how you write smut scenes so I was wondering if you could do something that included smut? Maybe where Taron and y/n haven't seen each other in years and something sparks between them when they first see each other. Maybe it's at a welcome home party for Taron who has been traveling for work for the last however long and someone invites y/n to the gathering. A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for sending one! I do love a good bit of smut but don’t write it too often because it sometimes makes me feel really out of touch with life. When the photos of Taron at his friend’s wedding first popped up, inspiration struck and led to this piece. A very smutty day indeed. Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), smut, sex in public,

Also: Sian is pronounced ‘sharn’. Trust me, it’s part of my first name and I’ve been using it for almost 24 years lmao 

The Welsh countryside had been blessed with the warm rays from the sun which sat high in the sky, only a couple of clouds dotted around breaking up the crisp blue sky above. The line of the horizon was beautiful, the delicate blue of the sky met the bright, deep green of the fields and trees that surrounded the venue.

You had hung your light shawl over the back of your chair to try and remove as much from your body as you could, the heat already getting to you. It didn’t help much though. It was almost unbearably warm. Not that you were complaining. Sian and Elwyn deserved the best of the best for their wedding day and there were plenty of places to cool down under the teepees that were set up for the reception later that afternoon. 

All you had to do was get through the ceremony and then you could escape to somewhere cooler and get started on the drinking. There were still fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start so you grabbed your phone from your clutch to check your social media accounts, liking a couple of photos and posting one of yourself from before you left the hotel. You’d balanced the phone on the large windowsill and had set a timer, getting yourself into place and smiling sweetly as the camera clicked. 

You put your phone back in your clutch, not wanting to ruin any photos that were being taken by the photographer. There was something about phones in wedding pictures that you just didn’t like, and you weren’t going to be the person to ruin the photos that your friends would look back on for years to come and remember the day they swore their lives to one another. 

‘Well I’ll be damned,’ a voice came from next to you. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even need to turn to see who was speaking to you because you recognised him by voice alone. The only difference to his voice was the slightly stronger Welsh twang that he had, surely from being back home for a little while longer. He always got more Welsh when he was home, falling into old habits.

‘If it isn’t Y/N,’ he added, sitting down next to you as you turned to look at him. 

A large smile broke on your face and you threw your arms around his neck to hug him, inhaling deeply and allowing your eyes to fall closed. He was wearing the cologne that you loved him wearing. The one you had first bought him years prior for Christmas. It was a deep woody scent with a hint of vanilla and a slight undertone of tobacco. A Tom Ford scent that had set you back a pretty penny. 

‘Taron,’ you whispered, slowly pulling away from the hug and taking in his appearance. 

He had gelled his hair back, not a single hair out of place as he moved around. Unlike the other men at the wedding, he had opted for a monochromatic suit with a simple white shirt. The first couple of buttons were unfastened, his chest on show. The suit jacket was pinstriped and it fit him absolutely perfectly. 

‘How’ve you been, stranger?’ You asked, tilting your body around to sit with. His thigh pressed against yours and ignited something inside you that you hadn’t felt for a long while. 

‘I’ve been good, thanks,’ he said, smiling at you. ‘Lots of projects last year, a couple in the works this year too.’ 

‘You’re still a busy body then?’ 

‘Oh absolutely.’ He chuckled, waving at someone who was getting situated in their seat not too far away from you both. ‘How about you? The last I heard you were opening your own coffee shop in Brighton?’ 

You expelled air slowly between your lips, shaking your head. ‘Yeah, that didn’t work out,’ you confessed. ‘I now work for a marketing company in London. I guess I still ended up in the place I swore I’d never be.’ 

Taron took a deep breath and gave you a sympathetic smile. You’d told him numerous times that you didn’t want to live in London. You were dead set against it, to be honest. It was the reason things with Taron stopped when they did. If it weren’t for your desire to stay away from London, you’d probably be at the wedding with Taron as your plus one. 

‘I didn’t mean-’ 

‘I know,’ he whispers, giving you a small wink to tell you that it was okay. 

The sun continued to shine down on you as the bridal party made their way down the aisle, standing in their respectful places. Taron absentmindedly rested his hand on his thigh, his pinky finger drawing gentle circles on your clothed thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed your shawl before Sian walked down the aisle, draping it over your shoulders as a way of guarding your skin from the sun and hiding the very visible goosebumps that were rising on your skin. 

You stood up before Taron when Sian’s walking down the aisle song came on, and you could feel his hand settle on the lower part of your back when he was up. Your emotions were all over the place. You hadn’t seen him for over two years and all of a sudden you were seeing one another for the first time at a mutual friend’s wedding and he had his hand on you and his finger on your thigh as you sat together. 

When the ceremony was over, you stood and clapped for your friends, throwing the confetti that you had over them with everyone else, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Taron suggested you both grab a drink while the happy couple had photos taken with their families and you agreed, following him to the small bar and ordering yourself a glass of champagne. 

‘That was such a lovely ceremony,’ you commented, taking a sip of the cool liquid and already feeling a little more free. ‘They’re so in love.’ 

‘It was lovely, I agree. It’s taken them long enough to get married though.’ 

You both chuckled as you headed to the area where games had been set up for guests to enjoy, opting to play four in a row. There were two bags of coins, a red bag and a black bag. You handed the red one to Taron and took the black for yourself, taking the first turn yourself when Taron motioned for you to. 

The game went quickly, with you winning when Taron put his coin in the wrong spot, hands flying to his head in shame. You did a little happy dance, getting all excited when Sian walked over to you when a Queen song started to play. 

The two of you started to dance together, one of your other friends taking their phone out and filming the two of you, panning the camera around to Taron who was holding two glasses of champagne, one for himself and one for you. 

Sian turned to the photographer and beckoned her over, insisting that she take a photo of her with you and Taron. Not wanting to be a party pooper, you stood to her left, Taron stepping to her right and both of you wrapping your arm around her back. You smiled widely, staring into the lens of the camera waiting for the click. Taron’s thumb brushed against the back of your hand and you took an uneasy breath, trying to keep your composure. 

Your skin ignited where he touched it, a thousand tiny fires burning from the inside out. When the photographer walked away, you hugged Sian tightly, congratulating her with a genuine smile and asking how she was feeling. 

‘Weirdly like my entire life has just slotted into place,’ she gleamed. ‘It’s like I was supposed to be a wife, you know?’

You nodded. ‘I don’t know if that’s on the cards for me anymore,’ you muttered, mainly to yourself. 

‘What do you mean?’ Sian asked, curiosity taking over. ‘You’re still so young. There’s plenty of time for you to find someone.’ 

‘But what if I’ve already found that person? And messed it all up. What then?’ 

Sian followed your gaze to Taron who stood posing for a photo, two glasses of champagne in his hands. He had unfastened an extra button since the ceremony but had yet to take off his suit jacket. You watched him intently, too many thoughts spinning freely in your mind. 

‘I don’t think you messed it all up,’ Sian replied after a little while, taking your arm in hers and pulling you into her side. The jewels on her dress scratched your arm but it didn’t hurt. If anything it grounded you. Something that you desperately needed. ‘What makes you think you messed it all up?’ 

‘I don’t think your wedding is the place to be talking about this.’ 

‘No, come on. I’m the bride and I say I want to talk about this. So you have to indulge me.’ 

‘I told him I felt suffocated in London,’ you breathed. You remembered the day as if it was only yesterday. 

Taron had just gotten back from a training session at the gym. He needed to bulk up before his next shoot so had spent nearly every evening in the gym working one part of his body or the other. You weren’t mad, he always looked so fuckable when he got back. Which is why you had packed your bag when he wasn’t there. 

You didn’t want to be in the flat when he got back. Instead of leaving while he was there, you started to write a note explaining why you were leaving. But he caught you before you could finish. 

He stood near the kitchen entrance and looked you up and down, his eyes falling sad when he saw the bag on the sofa. ‘Y/N? What are you doing?’ 

‘What I should have done a long time ago,’ you admitted firmly, putting the pen down and looking at him. 

Just as you had thought, he looked so good for someone who had just spent an hour and a half working out. His arms were strong and tensed as he rested his hands on his hips. His hair was slicked back underneath a baseball cap and the bottom half of his face was covered in a short stubble. 

‘I don’t belong in London,’ you forced yourself to say. ‘I’ve never belonged here. I only stayed because of you. I’ve wanted to get out for so long.’ 

‘You only stayed because of me?’ He asked. He was hurt. You could tell with the crease of his eyebrows. ‘You only stayed in London because of me? Way to make me feel bad.’ 

‘Taron, I told you when we first started this,’ you motioned between the two of you with your finger, ‘that I wasn’t staying in London. I don’t like being here. It is suffocating. If I’m not in this flat I’m in a tiny studio flat with nothing to do. I need to go. I need to be free.’ 

‘So I make you feel trapped?’ He asked. 

He took a step towards you. You took a step back. 

‘Y/N…’

‘Taron. What am I to you?’ 

His brows creased more. ‘What? What do you mean?’ 

‘What am I to you? You asked again, this time a little further. You wanted to hear something specific, something that would stop you from taking your bag and leaving the flat, leaving London, potentially leaving the country. ‘I want you to be brutally honest. What am I?’ 

He stumbled over his words, physically unable to tell you what you were to him. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded through a sad smile. A tear fell down your cheek and you swatted it away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him. 

‘That’s why I’m leaving,’ you said finally. ‘I can’t keep putting myself on the line for someone who can’t even tell me what I am to them. You couldn’t even say that I’m a friend. Do you have any idea how shit that makes me feel, Taron?’ 

He nodded. He did know. Because it made him feel just as shitty. 

‘The one person who has been there for me since I moved to this shitty city can’t even call me the thing he claimed to be all of two days ago? The one person who is the reason I moved here can’t even tell me that I’m a friend. I bet you didn’t know that I’m falling in love with you, did you?’ 

Taron looked at you through wide eyes, mouth ajar as he watched you lift the note you’d started to write from the counter, ripping it into pieces and dropping it into the bin.

It had been your idea to begin with. To sleep together simple to relieve your desire to have sex. He agreed, under the pretence that you were going to remain friends. No feelings were going to be involved. You were just friends who slept together when you needed some relief. 

You’d managed to keep the feelings away. For a while. You’d gone a year of just sleeping together. No feelings involved. But then one of your work colleagues caught you smiling at one of his texts and you knew you were fucking. And not by him. 

‘You said-’ 

‘I know. I agreed to no feelings. And I meant it. I’m a shit girlfriend. I’m jealous and I’m selfish. And I fuck everything up. I never wanted our friendship to be in the line of fire. I realised the other week that it wasn’t just sex for me anymore. It was so much more. That’s why I have to leave. I can’t stay here falling in love with someone who doesn’t view me as anything other than a sex doll.’ 

‘You’re falling in love with me?’

‘Now isn’t the time to have a heart to heart, Taron. I’m leaving. I’m doing you the favour and taking myself out of your life. I don’t belong in London. I won’t end up in London.’ 

You walked to the sofa and grabbed your back, shaking Taron off when he tried to grab your arm to stop you. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms but you couldn’t. He didn’t love you the way that you loved him. Putting the spare key he had given you on the table next to the door, you took one last look at Taron before closing the door and walking to the lift. 

You’d lost the one person you wanted to run to. 

‘And I told him that I was in love with him.’ 

Sian whipped you around to look at you, her hands on your arms to steady you both. ‘You told him what?’ 

‘Did you know that we were friends with benefits?’ You asked. When Sian shook her head you carried on. ‘We vowed that there wouldn’t be feelings involved. And I shouldn’t have suggested it. Because I think I was already falling in love with him when we started. But I shoved it all down and we used each other for sex.’ 

‘I can’t believe what I’m hearing.’ Sian looked between you and Taron. ‘When he came here two years ago because he was really upset…’ 

‘I told him that I was suffocating and that I was going to remove myself from his life,’ you continued for her, looking at him with sad eyes. ‘At the time I meant it. I was really suffocating but it wasn’t London, and it wasn’t him. It was me. I was suffocating myself. Pushing feelings as strong as I had down for so long was the worst thing I could have done. So I left. And I messed everything up.’ 

Sian shook her head, ‘I don’t think you did. I think you did what you needed to at the time.’ 

‘Do you know he’s wearing the cologne I got him for Christmas four years ago? It still smells just as good as it once did.’ 

‘It’s all he ever wears. I’ve not seen him wearing anything else since you left. I think he’s been hanging on to any hope that you’d come back and that things-’

‘They can’t go back to how they once were.’ 

‘I’m not saying that they have to. I’m just saying that he’s been pining for you.’ 

You chuckled softly. ‘I think I have him too. Not that he’s going to care. Or know. I can’t tell him.’ 

‘Why can’t you?’ 

You sighed and looked at her seriously. ‘Because isn’t he seeing someone new? It’s all anybody can talk about.’ 

It was hard to escape Taron online. He was everywhere you went. Photos of him getting cosy to a redhead at a café in London, laughing at something said and drinking coffee on your Instagram discover page; photos of his various work projects being shared with your mutual friends; his own Instagram stories popping up when you least expected them to. 

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Too close but too far. 

‘They worked together,’ she chuckled. ‘She was called Honour and she has the same type as Taron.’

You looked at her in confusion. ‘Women.’ 

Laughing, you shook your head. ‘Sian, what do I do?’ 

Taron was walking back over to you then, the two glasses of champagne in hand and a smile on his face. He passed you one of the glasses and smiled at Sian. 

‘Congratulations, Sian. You look absolutely beautiful. Elwyn is one lucky man.’ 

‘Thank you, Taron. Y/N, I think you know what you need to do,’ she smirked, walking away and heading to her new husband who was waiting for her with open arms. 

‘What do you need to do?’ Taron asked, tipping the glass up so that the golden liquid could slip down his throat. 

‘Oh, nothing,’ you said, tipping your own drink back. ‘Come on, dinner will be getting served too.’ 

******

After dinner, the bridal party all made their speeches. You laughed, you cried, your heart broke and you were given hope. Sian and Elwyn looked absolutely perfect together as they sat at the head table, listening to their nearest and dearest talk about them and their relationship. 

Taron and you were on the same table, sitting so close to one another that you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His breath fanned against your shoulder when he leaned forward to pick his phone up from the floor when it fell off the table, and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from doing anything that you would regret. 

‘The bride and groom are now going to share their first dance,’ the DJ spoke, all of the guests clapping and cheering as Elwyn guided Sian to the dancefloor, spinning her into his arms and moving with her to the music. 

Taron turned to you with a smile, but you didn’t look at him. You were too taken by your two friends, their smiles lighting up the entire room and their hearts so visibly full as they enjoyed a few minutes to take everything in. 

The lyrics of Unchained Melody ran through your entire body, igniting something deep within you that you didn’t know you felt anymore. 

‘The bride and groom would like any couples to join them on the dance floor for the final verse of the song to share in their special moment.’ 

Taron didn’t think twice before he grabbed your hand and guided you to the dance floor, wrapping one arm around your waist and grabbing your other to hold at shoulder height. You couldn’t look at him for a second, but when you did, everything slowed down around you. 

Woah, my love, my darling / I’ve hungered for your touch / A long, lonely time / And time goes by so slowly / And time can do so much 

Your hand was clammy in Taron’s as you stared into his eyes wholly, his tongue running along the bottom of his lip and pulling it into his mouth. The words were so true, but you didn’t know how to communicate how you were feeling. Something in you realised that Taron must have understood otherwise he wouldn’t have got you to the dance floor to dance with him.

Are you still mine? / I need your love / I need your love / Godspeed your love to me

You just about managed to catch him looking from your eyes to your lips and back up again, and you instinctively copied his action, wetting your lips slowly. The sound of your heartbeat drowned out the sound of people chattering, the loud thumping stopping you from focussing on anything but Taron and it. 

The song ended and people made their way back to their seats, but you stayed where you were, dancing to the next song that came on. 

I found a love, for me / Darling just dive right in / And follow my lead 

The hand that once rested upon your waist moved to rest at your jaw, pulling you in so close that you could taste the champagne he’d had on his breath. His nose brushed against yours and upon your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, fisting his shirt tighter in your hand. He ghosted his lips over yours and took a shaky breath, rubbing the top of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful / I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight 

When he finally pressed his lips against yours, you relaxed into his touch, pressing your head against his hand to feel him closer. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to open when he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as he looked at you. 

‘Taron-’ 

‘I know. I know,’ he whispered, taking your hand and pulling you outside into the cooler evening air. ‘When you left, you didn’t let me-’

‘T-’

‘Let me say this, please,’ he begged. 

He grabbed both of your hands and held them tightly, taking a deep breath and looking directly at you. Your nerves bubbled in the pit of your tummy as you watched him, breaths heavy. 

‘When you left, you asked me what you were to me. I couldn’t physically get the words out. You were there, telling me that you were suffocating, and then you asked me what you were to me. I knew that if I told you that I was falling in love with you, that you would feel even more suffocated. I was losing you and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to stay if you knew how I felt. So I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you that I bought an extra hoodie because I knew you liked to steal mine and I wanted you to have one just for you. I couldn’t tell you that I was excited to get home from work and see you in my flat cooking. I couldn’t tell you that I admired your body and the curve of your bum against my hand. I couldn’t tell you that you were the best thing that happened to me.’ 

The wedding still went on loudly behind you, but you could only hear Taron. He was staring at you directly as he spoke, but his eyes kept flicking away from you, nerves taking over. 

‘I loved you. I still do, I think. In fact, no, I know that I still love you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.’ 

You stood completely still, breathing jagged and unable to say anything. Everything you wanted to hear two years prior was being said and you couldn’t move. For two years you’d thought that you’d done Taron a favour by leaving. That by putting your feelings last, you could save you both the heartbreak. For two years you grieved the loss of the person you loved more than anything, not knowing that he felt the same. 

‘Y/N? Y/N please say something. If I’ve just fucked everything up then I am so sorry. I know you didn’t come here today to hear me go on and on about how I-’ 

You crashed your lips with his, holding his face in place as you stood on your tiptoes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, swiping it against yours over and over. His hands held you in place, slowly reaching down to hold your bum. Instinctively, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him walk you blindly to a spot less visible to everyone in the tent behind you. 

‘I love you,’ he whispered against your lips. 

‘I love you too,’ you smiled against his. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.’ 

******

‘’Ve missed you so much,’ Taron whimpered into your mouth, his hips jerking forward messily as your head tugged his cock slowly and softly. ‘Jesus fuck, that feels so good.’ 

‘I didn’t expect this when I got the invitation,’ you told him honestly. ‘I don’t even know what this is.’

He moaned, a shudder dancing down his spine as his breathing picked up. Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, stroking his length as though you’d never stopped. He’d craved your touch for so long that now he had it, he was worried he wouldn’t ever want to stop. 

‘This,’ he stuttered, ‘is two idiots who couldn’t tell one another how they felt at a pivotal moment finally confessing everything…at their friends’ wedding.’ 

‘Fuck we’re at Sian and Elwyn’s wedding.’ You had only just realised that you were at a wedding, with over one hundred people in a teepee mere metres away from where you were with your hand wrapped around Taron’s dick and pulling out the sweetest moans that you’d missed from the pit of his tummy. 

His hands roamed every part of your body that they physically could; your hips, the swell of your bum, your sides, your boobs, your neck, your thighs. A trail of goosebumps following the gentle trace of his fingers. 

‘I’ve missed you too, though,’ you added, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. 

He tensed when you quickened your pace wanting to feel him come undone. Your skin ignited when he dropped his head to your shoulder and sucked a delicate kiss to your exposed collarbone. His hand grabbed your wrist when he was getting close, halting your movements and kissing your neck again to muffle the moan that reverberated throughout his entire body. 

‘Can I…can I taste you, please? Just one taste?’ 

Bringing his face up to kiss him needily, you nodded, moaning as he dropped to his knees, not caring if they got stained from the bark floor. His hands found purchase on the sides of your knees and you shuddered at the sight when you peered down to see him looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

Almost as if you were a china doll that he was scared to break, he lifted your dress softly, gliding his hands up the length of your legs and chuckling knowingly when a sheen of goosebumps popped up all over your thighs. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before he hooked his fingers into the sides of your white lace underwear, pulling them down your legs torturously slowly, the cool evening air dancing against your exposed heat. You jerked forward, needing to feel him, and he looked up at you

‘Now look who’s impatient,’ he smirked up at you, helping you step out of the underwear and popping it into the pocket of his shirt. ‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you again.’ 

He rested his nose against the bottom of your tummy, tapping your left leg, silently instructing you to lift it over his shoulder. From your new position he had perfect access to your core. He licked his lips when he saw how wet you were, and he slipped his finger into your folds, drifting to your entrance where your arousal pooled. With a sigh of content, he pulled your wetness to your clit, circling it slowly a couple of times and resting his hand on your tummy to stop you from moving forward at the touch. 

With your back against a tree, it was hard to get comfortable, but as soon as Taron pressed the most delicate of kisses to your folds, you didn’t care. Your hips jerked forward and his nose nudged your clit, the sensation causing a tingling feeling in your lower belly. A feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

You tried to grip onto his hair but the gel that slicked it back made it impossible. There was nothing to grip onto, nothing to muffle the moans that you couldn’t hold in. 

When he licked from your entrance to your clit, his own moan vibrating through your, you balled your hand into a fist and tried to use it to muffle your sounds. Taron continued to devour your centre. He lapped at your arousal like he hadn’t drank in weeks. He was insatiable, focusing on one thing for no more than ten seconds at a time, needing to get as much of you as he could. 

As he created a rhythm, he glided a hand up your front until he could grab your wrist, teasing your hand down for him to grip onto. You laced your fingers together, resting your hands at the middle of your abdomen, looking down at him and letting out another long, drawn out moan. 

His eyes were partially closed, the feeling of giving you pleasure pleasuring him also. Your neck flexed when he pulled your clit into his mouth, sliding a finger into you and curving it up slightly. Even after two years, he knew exactly where to reach and he moaned into you when you jerked your hips forward. It was hard to hold your composure, and your leg was hurting from holding you up. 

He added a second finger to the mix, bringing you excruciatingly close to orgasm. But right as your hand reached to grip his hair, the same way it did when you would sleep together regularly, he pulled away with a pop and helped you lower your leg to the ground, your dress falling to your knees once more.

You whimpered against him but he simply pressed a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. 

‘Wanna feel you coming undone around me.’ 

‘Taron,’ you moaned softly, holding him in place as he held your bum and squeezed it not so subtly. ‘Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you so fucking bad. I’ve missed you.’ 

He smiled against your mouth, sliding his hands down to your thighs so that he could pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed you further against the tree, the bark scratching your back but somehow still feeling good against your skin. 

‘Don’t have a condom,’ he muttered. 

‘Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill and worst case I can go to a chemist tomorrow.’

Dropping his head into your shoulder, he gripped the base of his now throbbing cock with one hand and pressed it to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before pressing into you. You moaned in unison, the feeling of being so beautifully stretched overwhelming. It had been a long while since you were stretched like that and Taron gave you a few moments to relax before he started to move. 

His hips found a rhythm quickly, the rhythm he knew would have you coming undone within minutes. You mewled against him, panting against his lips when he moved to kiss you. 

‘Forgot how perfect you feel wrapped around me like that. Missed you so fucking much.’ 

‘Feels so good. Gonna cum if you don’t stop.’ 

‘I don’t plan on stopping any time soon,’ he chuckled, continuing to thrust up into you. 

Your hands moved from his neck to his shoulders and down to his waist before making their way back up to his neck. You came undone before you could even comprehend what was happening, your legs tensing around his waist and your hands balling fists of his shirt tightly. A moan from the pit of your belly and the flutter of your walls against his cock had Taron’s head spinning, his own orgasm following suit. 

‘Jesus Christ that was…’ 

‘Intense?’ You finished for him, kissing his lips. ‘But the best kind of intense.’ 

‘I’m sorry I never told you how I felt that day.’ 

‘Is it bad I’m not? Had you have told me, who knows what would have happened. But look at us now.’

‘I wonder if Sian will know what we’ve just got up to.’ 

‘I think she will,’ you laughed, dropping your legs from his waist and shakily grabbing your pants from his pocket, lifting them over your legs and pulling them on while Taron situated himself in his trousers. ‘I haven’t had sex like that in a long time.’ 

Taron’s eyebrows lifted, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Oh yeah? Sex like what?’ 

You swatted his chest, your lips failing you and smiling. ‘Sex somewhere that I could get caught at any moment. But also sex that makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. Only you have made me feel like that.’ 

‘Oi, you two.’ 

The voice came from the clearing just behind you, and you peered around the tree to see Sian standing with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. A heat made its way to your cheeks and Taron chuckled. 

‘Yes, Sian?’ He asked innocently.

‘I’m very happy that you’ve made up and just given each other what I am assuming to be a mindblowing orgasm, but we’re about to cut the cake and it would be nice to have everyone there. Think you can keep it in your pants for another hour?’ 

‘We’ll be right there.’ 

Sian walked back into the teepees with a loud laugh and Taron took your hand in his, guiding you out of the woodland and towards the table where you’d eaten your food. You started to shiver when you were in the open again, so he draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, situating you on your seat before he sat down himself, smirking to Sian who shook her head playfully at the two of you. 

‘She’s never going to let us live this down’ he whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Ever.’ 

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Dude, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! Does anyone even remember me? Sorry for the very long hiatus, but I’m dipping my toes back into fanfic writing. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. What better way to come back with trying out an original story, that’s right this bad boy is coming from my head.

You can all thank @justsomerandomfanfic for waking me up. Seriously, thank you so much for liking my writing. It means the world (I thought my writing was pretty bad not gonna lie haha) but I am so glad I can make someone’s day with it! Apologies in advance. Please let me know if I should add any specific warnings! Hearts, reblogs, and comments are lovely!

I am going to try and attempt a GN reader x Eggsy (please let me know if I need to fix anything)

Eggsy x GN Reader

Word Count: A little over 1k

Warnings: Implied fighting and not so great friends (it’s not too bad tho)

It was supposed to be just a chill night out with some friends at a rather less crowded bar. Yeah it was anything but that. Once the words “Manners, maketh, man.” were thrown into the mix and all bets were off the table. Various objects like tables, chairs, and umbrellas went flying as their eyes scanned to find various things.

1. Find a safe exit (The front doors had been barricaded shut, but there’s got to be an emergency exit somewhere in this dump).

2. Stick with the people you know.

3. Get out.

After a few close attempts the group decided to book it for an exit that was in the back of the little kitchen in the bar. The friends left in a hurry not giving their final remaining friend a clear plan.

“Thanks guys! Thanks for not TELLING ME THE PLAN!” The tone was in the midst of transitioning from rather annoyed to fearing for their life. But rather than hearing screams and carious grunts the room was eerily silent. It’s at this moment that they realized someone just saw their outburst. Turning to face the one man army they noticed the umbrella that had been previously used to take out at least half of the patrons in the bar who are currently laying on the ground. “Put the umbrella down.” The rather well dressed man slowly followed orders as he gently placed his Kingsman umbrella onto the floor. “Now, unlock the doors.” With some loud clicking the entrance was now unlocked. “Ok I’m going to leave.” It was an agonizingly slow exit as they never turned their back on the stranger.

“Sorry I ruined your night out.” Once his accent came out their heart dropped just the tiniest bit, it didn’t help that he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck exposing a rather good physique in the muscles of his arms.

“No, do not try to play the cute guy card with me.” Their hands pressed onto their hips as the shortness of breath from the entire situation finally caught up. A strained sigh came over as the lights reflecting off the rainy pavements were not helping.

“The cute card?” His hands fixed his suit as he finally exited the bar smoothly opening the umbrella right over both of their heads. “I’d rather say I’m just charming in general.” His wink was met with a side eye. “Alright I kind of get the sense that maybe I did something wrong.”

“Hmmmm I’m not sure let me go ask someone in the bar if they know,” It was the fake walk back to the bar that made him chuckle. “Oh yeah that’s right, they’re all passed out!”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I was Batman or something?”

“Batman doesn’t fight crime dressed like Bruce Wayne.”

“Batman isn’t Bruce Wayne.” The seriousness in his voice just made the joke even better. Their eyes rolled with a smile as a well deserved slug was met on his shoulder. “Let’s start over,” He offered his hand for a shake. “Eggsy.”

“Eggsy?” The bridge of their nose scrunched up in thought. “I haven’t been in the UK that long but I will admit that’s the most unique name I’ve come across so far.”

“Well my real name is Gary but I go by Eggsy!” His face was beaming as he explained the story of his nickname. On the other hand the poor bystander was just wanting to go home.

“Yeah that’s really cool and all but I kind of need to get home.” It was their polite yet desperate grimace and the shuffling of feet that made Eggsy connect the dots. Maybe don’t go straight for someone you’re interested in right after making them think they were your next victim. The string of muttered curses that left his lips made it hard to not fall deeper into the surprisingly chill and trendy guy. “Y/N, forgot to tell you. That’s my name.” Finally learning the mystery person’s name gave Eggsy a little faith that he wasn’t a complete failure with charming someone.

“That has to be the weirdest name I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh shut up!” In what would be the weirdest of situations the two found light at the end of the tunnel, a blossoming friendship that Eggsy only dreamed would turn into something else only with time. “No but seriously I have work at 7AM, I need sleep.”

“Do you need a ride?” A part of Eggsy was holding onto hope that the offer would be accepted but he knew the chances were slim.

“As much fun as that sounds, I drove here.” Y/N held up their keys as they pressed the lock button a couple of times causing the car to beep back. “Thanks for the offer.” The night was cold as they rubbed their hands together. “I hope to never see you pissed off at a bar ever again.” A cheesy smile was plastered on their face as Eggsy’s face flushed slightly but due to the cold weather he was able to hide it.

“Yeah hopefully next time we meet, it isn’t like this.” Y/N’s head turned towards him as they laughed a bit.

“What do you want my number or something?” The laugh died fairly quickly as they noticed the look on his face.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed.” He gently kicked a nearby rock. After a quick number exchange the two finally went their separate ways. Y/N noticed the number scribbled on the back of some business card as they slipped it over for further inspection.

“Kingsman?” Some store they had never heard of as they just got in their car and headed back to their apartment. Opening the door their roommate came barreling through giving them a hug.

“Oh my gosh, I was so worried when we lost you at the bar!” Y/N’s shoulders slumped into the hug.

“Yeah you guys were real worried alright.” The tone and sentiment were definitely called for especially since nobody even reached out to help. Not wanting to give it the light of day Y/N just went to their own little room and locked the door. That whole friends thing was for another day, but not now.

The next morning was uneventful as their shift went by with nothing really special happening. Not a bad day, not a good day, just a day. But hey at least the customer’s weren’t the absolute worst today.

“Can I clock out?” The manager slightly jumped in her seat not noticing their hire, engrossed in their emails.

“Oh yeah, thanks for your help.” And with the okay to leave it was a race to find somewhere to get food. With food on the brain, they almost passed something until a shiny golden logo caught their eye. It was the Kingsman store, Y/N took a peek through the window to see what exactly was being sold there but was met with Eggsy who sat across from another man dressed up just like him.

“No way.”

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hello lovely,

I would like to request an imagine with Jimmy. Something similar to that one scene in the first episode in the restaurant but before the smutty part comes they are somewhere on the balcony with a glass of wine and talking about constellations and watching the Perseids. And after some time spent together on the balcony they end up in his house in bed where he makes sure to take care of her 😽. Thanks!

PS.Make it as smutty as you wish

Note: Hi lovely, thank you so much for your request. I want to apologize for this taking so long. Truth be told, I had a hard time with the smut so I added only a little bit but I can assure you that there is some juicy Jimmy Keene smut to come so please know that I'm not jipping you, I just had a hard time coming up with good smut.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine and if you have any questions, comment or concerns, please feel free to contact me.

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Chewing her lip nervously, y/n had no idea why she’d even agreed to go on a date with her sister’s former high school crush and big shot, Jimmy Keene. She had always viewed him as cocky, big headed and extremely egotistical. It made her stomach churn if she was being completely honest.

When she had run into him at some sort of gathering her ‘friend’ Samantha was hosting and he approached her with that stupid smug smirk on his face, she knew he wanted something. It was the same look he had given her when he begged her to do his homework for him so he could go off and bang Courtney and her band of blonde headed goobers.

She so badly wanted to roll her eyes and turn in the other direction but when Samantha walked up to them and practically agreed for her and then walked off as though she was wanting to play matchmaker, y/n gave Jimmy the biggest unenthusiastic smile she could muster and if he was being honest, her unenthusiasm did something to stir his insides. He liked her and knew he had to have her.

Unfortunately for her, y/n was a people pleaser and even though she had a deep-rooted grudge against the man in front of her, she confirmed Samantha’s words and earned herself a sleezy wink and cringy hand on the arm. Yup, she needed a hot shower where she could scrub the gross feeling away.

She didn’t stay at the gathering much longer. She could constantly feel Jimmy’s eyes scanning her body and she had to get out of there if she wanted to stop feeling like someone’s next meal.

Yuck!

Flashing forward a few days, y/n was standing in front of her full-length mirror regretting her choice for asking her co-worker Mandy for help on what to wear. The little black dress she wore seemed to hug her in places she didn’t think were possible. She felt a little too over dressed and that made her go back to the reason she really hated James Keene.

*FLASHBACK*

It was the week before prom and so far, no one had asked y/n or her twin sister Kayla to attend the event with them and normally that would bug them, but they had made a pact this year that if no one asked, they would go together and have the best time they could.

However, just two days before the said event, one of Jimmy’s teammates, Devon walked up to the pair whilst they were at their lockers getting ready for their next class. He had a plan that was sure to earn he and his friends the biggest laugh.

“Ladies.” Devon said, leaning against the locker next to y/n’s.

“Can we help you?” Y/n asked sassily. She knew plain and well who Devon was and of his  grotesque reputation.

“Easy little lady. I just  wanna talk to your friend.” Devon said making goo-goo eyes at her sister. Y/n tried to hold her breakfast down at how nauseating this kid was being.

Y/n looked to Kayla as if to check she was ok with it. Kayla nodded and gave y/n the go ahead to walk to class.

“I’ll see you in a minute.” Y/n said to Kayla but pointing her intense gaze at Devon in warning. She didn’t trust him in the slightest.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts when a knock sounded from her front door. She shook out her disgust and collected her things as she just wanted to get this date done with and because she didn’t want that man entering her apartment.

“Shall we go?” Y/n asked as she opened the door but to her surprise, when she looked up, she saw her sister standing there.

“Go where?” Kayla said with a teasing tone.

“Uh, n-nowhere.” Y/n stuttered. This could not have been worse timing.

“Uh ha. Well it’s good to see you too.” Kayla said as she let herself in.

“Kay, I love you, I really do but you gotta go.” Y/n said.

“But I just got here.” Kayla whined in protest as y/n shut the door and followed her to the kitchen.

“I know and we can catch up next week. You gotta-“ Y/n started before another knock on the door echoed through the apartment.

“Oh, I see, you have a hot date. I guess that would explain the slinky black dress.” Kayla chuckled. Y/n panicked.

She knew her sister hated James Keene more because of how he stood her up at the prom all those years ago.

“Please just stay here.” Y/n begged, hoping Kayla would listen but as per usual, the younger twin didn’t.

“Y/n, stop being so weird. I’ll answer the door, you get your things.” Kayla offered. She really was a sweet soul and y/n knew that if she saw Jimmy, she’d probably murder him.

“Kayla, don’t open that door.” Y/n called as she rushed to stop her sister, but it was too late.

“What the fuck do you want. She has a date and your interrupting.” Kayla snapped as she recognized Jimmy immediately. Kayla could feel her blood boil. How could he dare to show his face at a time like this.

“Kayla, he is my date.” Y/n said as calmly as she could knowing her sister was about to fly off the handle.

“That pig is your date!” Kayla all but squealed. Y/n simply nodded.

“Now that she knows, can I come in?” Jimmy asked.

Both women turned and glared at him.

“No. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.” Y/n said. Jimmy nodded and held his hands up as he walked away from the door to give them space to talk.

“How could you not tell me.” Kayla seethed.

“Kayla, how could I? You and Tom have been traveling god knows where and you landed on my doorstep without notice and besides, I didn’t want to go on this date in the first place, but Samantha agreed on my behalf, and you know how much of a bitch she can be when people don’t give into her matchmaking shit.” Y/n explained, not aware that Jimmy had heard her words.

“You had every opportunity to tell me when I walked in.” Kayla responded. Y/n knew that she had a point but, in all fairness, she thought that her sister was Jimmy.

“Kayla, can we please put a pin in this and talk about this later. I just want this date to be over and the sooner I can leave, the sooner I can come home.” Y/n begged. Kayla wasn’t happy about it but agreed reluctantly.

Yep, Jimmy heard that too and to say that his ego wasn’t bruised would be a lie.

=

The date with Jimmy hadn’t been going that bad. They had had a nice dinner and surprisingly, y/n really enjoyed hearing his stories and getting to know the real him but a part of her wondered why he was painting himself as this good kid when in fact she knew what he had gotten himself into and knew that his reputation around Chicago wasn’t exactly the greatest.

Sipping her wine and leaning over the railing of his balcony to watch the stars dance across the night sky, she took a deep breath and felt herself relax even though Jimmy was standing so close to her.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asked as the perseids started. Y/n was amazed by their beauty and magic and smiled.

“Sure.” She answered, curious as to what else he could want to know. She had already told him things she never thought she would.

“If you didn’t want to go out with me, why did you decide to?” He questioned.

Y/n sighed. If she was being honest, she didn’t know why.

“You heard that?” She questioned in reply, attempting to dodge the question. Jimmy glanced at her and nodded.

“Look Jimmy, I’ve heard things about you, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to give you a chance after what you did to my sister.” Y/n answered carefully. Jimmy turned his gaze back to the sky, thinking of what to say next.

“Is that why your sister was mad?” Jimmy asked.

“Mad is an understatement, Jimmy. You hurt her deeply.” Y/n told him.

“I guess I deserve that.” He muttered.

“You laughed in her face after she confronted you and asked why you had stood her up. Jimmy, she had a crush on you, and you broke her that day. It was the hardest thing to see. She cried herself to sleep for weeks after that.” Y/n explained. Jimmy just listened as he tried to recall those events.

“I knew something was up when you sent Devon Andrews over to talk to her. I didn’t want to leave but she insisted it was ok. Kayla was over the moon when she heard that ‘the Jimmy Keene’ wanted to take her to prom. To her, it was like her dreams were coming true but then you stood her up and I had to break it to her that I saw you with Kimberly Smith….in a not so appealing position.” Y/n said.

“I thought I heard someone that night, but Kimberly told me I was being stupid.” He admitted.

“The worst part was that she had worked up so much courage to talk to you and then you told her that you’d never be with someone like her and proceeded to laugh in her face in front of the whole school. You made her feel unwanted and worthless. Took her a long time to come back from that and then she met her husband.” Y/n spoke.

Jimmy downed the rest of his wine. He had no idea what to say.

“I remember the look on her face when she ran past me. I hated you then and I hate you still, so, in answer to your question, I guess I agreed to the date because I wanted to see if you were still the pig I knew you to be and from the things I’ve heard, you still are.” Y/n said calmly.

“Wow, thanks.” He muttered.

“Jimmy, you do it to yourself. There is no reason for you to act like that. From what I’ve seen tonight, you have potential to be the gentleman I know is in there, but you have to stop thinking that you are better than everyone else and the womanizing, that would have to stop too.” Y/n told him honestly.

Jimmy smiled a little at that.

“You sound like my grandmother.” He slightly chuckled. Y/n smiled.

“What made you want to ask me out?” Y/n asked, now curious.

“I saw you talking to Samantha, and I don’t know, I thought you looked hot. I figured I’d ask but then you gave me that unenthusiastic smile, and well, you had me hooked.” Jimmy admitted with a cheeky smile.

“Is that it?” Y/n asked. Jimmy shrugged.

“Ok, fine. I’d always had a crush on you but knew you were out of my league. I never knew how to talk to you, so I thought that if I made you do my homework, I’d get to talk to you more but then Devon and Courtney did what they did, and I did what I did. I knew I had blown it.” Jimmy confessed.

“You’re being serious?” Y/n asked. Jimmy nodded.

“Then when I got the invite for Samantha’s Brunch, I decided to go in the hopes that you’d be there, and you were. Eventually I worked up the courage to talk to you and then you gave me that unenthused smile. It made me more excited for our date.” He told her.

“The fact that I was unenthusiastic made you more excited. Jimmy, do you know how gross that makes you sound?” Y/n responded.

“I’m realizing that now.” He said and y/n chuckled.

“Jimmy, why don’t we start over now that we aired out that dirty laundry.” Y/n suggested.

“I’d really like that.” He replied and y/n smiled genuinely for the first time that night.

Both of them smiled at each other and that’s when they felt it. The unmistakable feeling of needing to be closer.

“Can I kiss you?” Jimmy whispered as he and y/n leaned in closer. Y/n bit her lower lip in anticipation and nodded, letting a small hum of allowance escape her lips.

Jimmy slowly connected his lips with y/n’s in a very heated, hungry and passionate kiss. One that left them both feeling light-headed, weak in the knees and hot for each other.

=

Jimmy’s kisses assaulted her body and set it on fire. His hands were strong and skilled, his lips well trained and his tongue, it should be registered as a weapon of mass destruction. The way it methodically lapped at her most sensitive area had her writhing in absolute pleasure. Never in her life did she think that she would be under this man, but she could see why he had so many women after him. He was for lack of a better word, a devilish sex god.

“Oh fuck.” Y/n gasped as Jimmy removed his fingers slowly. The sensation giving her belly butterflies.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” Jimmy whispered, making y/n gaze up at him. She didn’t know whether to be turned off by that admission or turned on by it but with the way her body was feeling at that moment, she chose to let those words fuel her lust for him. She was enjoying this way too much and she really wanted the full Jimmy Keene experience.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Y/n moaned out as she felt Jimmy’s fingers teasing her.

Jimmy chuckled lowly and gave her a naughty smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He replied. Oh god this was good.

=

The next morning as the sun beamed in through the curtains of the lavish and expensive looking master suite, y/n woke with a start. Somewhere there was a loud whirring sound, and she was not appreciative of it. She was someone who hated being woken up early on the weekend. She viewed weekends as a time of rest and relaxation, not noise and chaos.

Y/n growled lowly and attempted to stretch but when she felt her body protest, she remembered the absolute pounding she received from the man no longer next to her. That’s when she realized that it must be him making such racket.

She gently maneuvered her sore, stiff and somewhat bruised body from the confines of Jimmy’s bed to go and see what he was up to but as soon as her feet hit the ground, the bedroom door opened to reveal Jimmy carrying a tray of assorted foods.

Eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and some sort of weird looking pastry. Not to mention whatever the fuck he felt was important to blend early in the morning.

“Morning beautiful.” Jimmy said, coming to a stop on his side of the bed.

“Morning. What is all of this?” Y/n asked, finding it difficult to watch his movements as her body was still facing the door.

“Sore?” He asked, dodging her question.

“What do you think genius.” Y/n snapped a little. Jimmy looked at her and raised his brow.

“Not a morning person I see.” He replied.

“Not on the weekends and especially not when someone wakes me up with their fucking noise.” She told him. Jimmy nodded.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He said, making y/n’s brows shoot up.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” She questioned with a hint of distain to her voice. Or maybe it was just sleep.

“Well, I assumed after you kept screaming my name over and over again last night, there would be a next time.” He said cheekily.

Y/n blushed and shook her head as she finally moved her body to lay back against the pillows.

“Cocky bastard.” Y/n muttered but made sure it was loud enough for him to hear.

Jimmy smirked at her.

“Try that again and maybe there will be a next time.” Y/n told him. She really did mean what she had said the night before. He really needed to tone down his actions if he wanted to get further in life.

“You’re right but I really would like it if we could do this again.” Jimmy said genuinely.

“The sex or dinner?” Y/n questioned.

“Dinner but I wouldn’t mind the sex part either.” He teased.

“Alright you horny prick, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” She replied as she made grabby hands toward the tray of assorted goods he brought up for them to enjoy.

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[taronfanfic]

American Boy

You snapped a photo of the front of the house as you stepped out from your Uber and sent it to Taron with a simple ‘?’ caption before grabbing your suitcase and thanking your driver.

Make yourself at home

Came the reply, quickly followed by two more messages.

I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Not sure exactly when though.

The house was modest to say the least. Small, cosy, and very private. It had a little courtyard garden with high walls covered in ivy, plenty of potted plants, and a bistro table and chairs in the corner which caught the last of the evening sunshine. It really was a home-from-home and you could see exactly why Taron had chosen it as his base for the 6-month long shoot. You could see yourself becoming attached to it too and not wanting to leave. Or maybe it was Taron you were desperate to not leave again, and you were projecting feelings onto a building instead. Best not to overthink it. The eight weeks of being apart had given you more than enough time for that as it was. You missed him like mad.

Can’t wait to see you. Hug you. Kiss you. Fuck you. X

In that order?

Preferably, but you know I’m not fussy. Wouldn’t say no to a blindfold either if you want to go down that path…

Behave!

Urrghhh.

Don’t take that to mean I don’t have plans for you.

Because I definitely do!

Then hurry up!

I love it when you’re desperate.

It’s been 8 weeks, desperate is an understatement.

The rush of texts fell silent as Taron’s break on set ended. It was a now familiar pattern. Waves of excitement, adrenaline and typing out replies as fast as you could without really thinking about filtering anything, followed by a sudden silence and the chance to take a breath. You’d talked about it on the phone with him one night. Said how it reminded you of the way he’d edge you. Get you right there and then pull away completely with his hands in the air and that cocky smirk on his face. He laughed down the phone at you but then apologised sincerely and explained how he didn’t mean to be a tease. The apology wasn’t needed though; you loved every second of it and the excitement kept your days of waiting more bearable. You only had a few more hours to go now. Your suitcase was unpacked. You’d rummaged through the fridge and smiled to yourself as you clocked the ingredients for your favourite seafood linguini, something which was obviously part of Taron’s plan for the days ahead, and then shrugged to yourself as you picked up the bottle of white wine and poured a large glass, hoping that it wasn’t essential to the recipe.

Before long you were half-way through the bottle, slumped down in the cushions of the sofa with your feet up on the table in the centre of the small living space thumbing through the multicoloured tabs of highlighted paper. It was easily the longest script Taron had ever had. None of the notes for his accent work made much sense to you, but you found yourself stopping to read the one page which was almost entirely black and white with stage directions. Naked. Thrusting. Panting. Arse-grabbing. Who knew script writers were this detailed with sex scenes?

“Honey, I’m home!” rang through the doorway in a familiar voice but unfamiliar accent as Taron stepped inside. You found yourself mirroring his grin as you thew his script over to the table without taking your eyes away from him. His shoulders were so broad that his grey t-shirt clung to him differently. It tightly cuffed his biceps which were much bigger and more defined than when he’d left London.

“Wow.” You spoke quietly to yourself, slowly getting to your feet and walking in to receive his warm and tight embrace. “You’re fucking huge.” You weren’t usually the ego stroking type, but you knew how hard he’d been working to get in this shape. It needed appreciating, he needed admiring, and you were absolutely the first in line for the job.

“Yeah, you like it?” He smirked with so much arrogance that you knew he was still playing up to his character. “It’s all for you, baby.” The new accent remained, and you found the corners of your mouth turning up that bit higher as you took it all in, tilting your head to one side as you felt Taron’s lips press firmly to your neck. It drew a calming sigh out of you. Your fingers danced up the back of his neck, encouraging him to greet your lips. They were soft and familiar. Everything you’d been craving each night before you closed your eyes and as soon as you woke up. Your kiss was long, initially gentle and loving, but a slip of your tongue and a graze of his lower lip gave away your impatient desires.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Your arms remained wrapped around his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes and left a sweet kiss on his still pouted lips.

“I’ve missed you more. You’re so gorgeous.” He slipped back into his British tone but immediately started to mirror your frown. “What?”

“I was liking that accent.”

“Really?”

“Mmmm, it goes well with all of this.” You ran your hands up and down his chest and could feel the firmness of the top of his abs. “I was just reading the start of your script too… quite fancy a bit of the fast car driving, drug dealing, gun carrying bad boy who fucks girls on his sofa butt naked.”

“Fucking hell, you’re horny.” He tried to roll his eyes at you, but the rest of his body let you know you’d just turned him on. His hands had lowered from your waist to your arse and pulled you in tighter to his hips. His mouth was softly open, his pupils darker, and you could feel his heart beating faster in his chest against the palm of your hand.

“Can you blame me? Look at you!” You teased him by inching closer to his lips but holding back your kiss. “So can I have my American boy back, please?” He couldn’t resist you and gave you a deep kiss in reply.

“You know I’ll do anything for you. Plus I kinda still need the practice.” He slipped back into it with ease and had you grinning. “Maybe there’s something else we can practice too…”

“Oh yeah?” You played innocent.

“We shoot it at the end of the week, and it’s a been a while since I-”

“Since you what?” His cheeks flushed crimson as you continued to tease and flirt with him, making him say it out loud despite knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Since I had you bent over taking it from behind!” He slapped your arse cheekily as he found his cockiness returning. “and you’re clearly desperate for it having read page 17.”

“Page 17? Should I be praising your dedication to memorising your script that you’ve even got the page numbers down, or concerned by how many times you’ve read that page specifically in preparation?” His lack of verbal response told you everything you needed to know, but you couldn’t be annoyed when he looked so fucking gorgeous. It was hard to draw your eyes away from his, even with the offer of sex hanging so closely in the air.

“I’ve been imagining it’s you.” His tone was lower now. “We have a couch and I can be naked in less than 30 seconds, plus I’ve really missed your ass.” The American words slipping into his vocabulary were only adding to his allure and your desires.

“Now who’s the desperate one… come on then, I’m here and I’m all yours.” You held your arms up from his chest, physically surrendering yourself to his touch, strength and total control. His grin was wicked as his fingers gripped the hem of your top and pulled it swiftly up your torso and over your head. You watched his eyes scan over your chest, only losing focus for a split second when his own t-shirt blocked his view on its way off his body. Every single inch of him was toned to perfection. Your very own Michelangelo stripping naked before you, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

“One look at me and you’re already wet, I can tell.” He was down to his boxers, and you were now rushing to keep up, spotting him grabbing his semi from the corner of your eye as you kicked your loungewear to the side.

“It’s a good job we’re doing this doggy because I wouldn’t last 30 seconds if I could see the damage you were doing to me too.”

“We’ll test that out later.” Taron winked. “Now come back here.”

His fingers nestled in the back of your hair as he kissed you. The sparks started to fly deep down in your stomach as your tongues met over and over again. It had been way too long since you shared this intimacy. The heat between you was rising. Touching, caressing, kissing, licking. All instinctive. Taron’s hand slid between your thighs, softly teasing one of your most sensitive spots and drawing out a sweet moan against his earlobe. Your knickers were already damp for him, and he could feel it. He loved it. He stroked you harder because of it.

“T, fuck.” There was no way you could stop your body from curling into his with his touch. One arm draped around his shoulders, the other clinging to the back of his head as you firmly kissed his neck.

“God, you’re so ready for me.”

“I need you.”

“So. Fucking. Hot.” He swore under his breath, one word at a time to match his steps as he backed you across to the sofa. You felt your bra strap come undone as he pinched the fabric together behind your back. It didn’t take long to shimmy free of your underwear and pull Taron’s boxers down from his hips as you perched naked on the edge of the sofa. His erection was right there and waiting for you. If he felt anything like you did after the long time apart he’d go off quicker than a loaded gun so you started with a slow and light touch, looking up at his face to see him watching you intently.

“Don’t look at me like that already. I need you to last!” You warned him before teasing your tongue over his end and then up the full length of his shaft.

“I can take it. Go on.” He encouraged down at you, stroking his hands through the top of your hair and pushing you in to take him deeply. You worked smoothly and quickly, holding him in place as you bobbed, sucked, teased, and started to taste him. “Yes, y/n, yes!” Your eyes shot back up to his face at the sound of your name in his American accent and he smirked knowingly. It was one of the sexiest things he’d done. It left you gagging for a second as you lost concentration, so you pulled back completely to compose yourself. “Shit, you okay? I shouldn’t have gone that far that fast, I’m sorry.” Taron immediately crouched down to check on you and you could only smile at his concern as he softly kissed your forehead.

“I’m good, I’m good. Honest. You saying my name like that though… fuck me that was hot!” You admitted. “Do it again?”

“I love you, y/n.” He smiled widely.

“Nah, not the same that time.” You got back to teasing him, scrunching your nose up with a cheeky look of disappointment and he was on you in a flash.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Taron silenced your giggles with his lips, pinning you down against the cushions as he moved himself between your open legs. He could support his own weight through one arm with ease, leaving the other to roam freely up and down your body. Soft touches warmed your inner thighs, a stronger grip of your hip landed when he kissed you roughly and when he kneaded your breast you let out a moan which was heavenly to his ears. He guided himself inside you and your back arched up, allowing your chests to touch as you revelled at feeling him right there again.

“I’ve missed you.” You couldn’t hold back your thoughts.

“So much.” He added. “But this was meant to be doggy, and I’m really not going to last so we need to move.” You tried to kiss him again but failed from smiling too widely at how ridiculous this had all become.

“Just go hard and fast. We’ll both come, and then we can calm down, curl up together and be soppy twats, yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He couldn’t shake the smile from his face as he guided you into place, handing you a larger cushion to place beneath your chest for support and then steadying himself behind you. “I’ve been picturing this for weeks.”

Taron’s hands caressed down the bare skin of your back, out to your hips and back in over your arse before he entered you again. He was smooth and steady with his thrusts. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you rocked forward with his force. All your pent-up desires were finally being satisfied and it felt even better than you remembered. A short grunt came from Taron as he lifted his leg up to the sofa, his hand grabbing firmly against your hip and his own thrusts quickening. It was animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin. Your groans low, breaths heavy, concentration focused entirely on the build up to your releases.

“Ah, fuck.” Taron finally swore from behind you. “So good.”

“Go harder.” You responded before dropping your head back down and closing your eyes with the pleasure.

“I won’t last.” He panted back.

“Just do it!”

“Fuck.” He released your hip from his tight grip so he could firmly slap your cheek and give you that little bit extra you needed. It elicited a cry of delight from your lips and you knew you were so close to the edge. He kept it right there for you, never slowing down, just hammering in again and again and again.

“Yes, yes, oh yes! Fuck!” You carried him up with you, tightly gripping the back of the sofa as your orgasm hit and sent pulses of joy rushing through your entire body.

“Now. Shit, right now.” His teeth were gritted as he sucked in a deep breath and then came with a stuttering rhythm to his thrusts. He could feel you enjoying every second of him and there was nothing he loved more.

You each took a moment to relax and catch your breath, your smiles still wide, bodies finally satisfied. Taron was first to move, collapsing down next to you and reaching up to softly stroke along your back.

“You good?” He dropped his American accent again, but you weren’t going to complain this time.

“Mmmhm. That was exactly what I was craving. You.”

“Me.”

“Every single chiselled inch of you.” You let your fingertips dance over his stomach as you nestled down into his side peacefully.

“It won’t last I’m afraid.”

“Shhh. Let me enjoy it whilst it’s here.” You drew a soft giggle from him before he kissed the top of your head.

“That’s what I’m thinking about you. You’ll be gone again before I know it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not…”

You looked up into his eyes and knew instantly that you’d be staying with him for much longer than you’d planned.

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Requests:  How about Taron and the actress planning/discussing the sex scene ahead of time and things get heated

And Taron keeps speaking in the American accent after work so that he doesn’t lose it…. His gf comes to visit him in New Orleans and they try it out in the bedroom

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This is the last part of this Robyn and Taron story. I am currently writing the next one and once, it’s finished I will post it :)

Thanks for all the love on this one.

Love Suze xx

16

“Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?”

Taron let Robyn sleep and doze for a little while after the movie, one that he could not tell you the plot of because he knew he had been dozing himself, so cosy and warm as he lay on the couch and he would have continued to doze with her except his rumbling stomach woke her up. During the movie, she had turned a little to her side, her head lower on his body and he cringed as his stomach growled again.

“Does anything not satisfy you?” Robyn had been happily laying against him and after the fourth time his stomach made noise, she lifted her head from him moving so she could lean on his shoulder instead. “I mean you got a cooked breakfast which was more of a lunch and muffins.”

Taron’s body shook as he laughed. “I am a growing young boy.”

“So you keep telling me.” Robyn yawned, giving herself a half stretch. “What movie did you pick?”

“No idea.” Taron replied. “I didn’t even watch it.”

“No?”

“Nope.  Took a Taron nap too.”

They both laughed and Robyn reached for his left arm so she could check the time, her eyes widening as she looked at the hands on the clock. “Taron it is after seven!” Robyn exclaimed. “The whole day is gone.” Her face turned a little sad which Taron picked up on.

“Cariad, getting to nap with you on your couch in your home with no interruption is the best way I could think of to spend the day and I would stay here of the rest of evening except my stomach has other ideas, as always.”

Robyn gave him a gentle pat. “Well should we do something about that then?”

“Yeah muffins.”

Robyn sat up and gave herself another stretch. “No not muffins.”

“Cookies?” He knew the cushion was coming his way before it happened and was prepared to catch it as Robyn threw a blue one at him. “Ok not cookies.”

“Not cookies.” Robyn repeated, standing up. “But how about some soup and a toasted sandwich?” She reached out her hands to him and helped pull him to his feet.

“Sounds perfect.”

Walking into the kitchen, Robyn turned on some lights along the way, going to the freezer and taking out two bags of frozen soup, putting them on the counter. She loved to make homemade vegetable soup and always made extra so she could pop it in the freezer and have some whenever she wanted. It was so easy to re-heat it in the microwave and it tasted just the same as when it was made fresh in the pot.

“Can I do the toastie?” Taron asked as he watched Robyn get two bowls out.

“You wanna?”

“Sure. I can make a gourmet one.”

Giving a chuckle, Robyn nodded. “You know where everything is.”

Twenty minutes later, they sat down at the breakfast bar with a steaming bowl of vegetable soup and toastie filled with cheese, ham and chicken and a little salad on the side. The easy meal was comforting and enough to fill them both though Taron grinned when Robyn gave him a muffin and hot cup of tea afterwards.

“I thought you said no more muffins?” Taron asked pulling some crumbs from the top off to eat.

“You think I would not give you one?” She grinned. “And I said no to muffins for dinner. We had a very nice meal.” She reached over to take a piece from the top of the muffin. “This is dessert and I have a suggestion for you for after dessert.” She said after she ate it.

“A suggestion?” Taron asked.

“Yup.”

“Go on…”

“You could use that voucher you brought for running a bath.” Robyn explained slowly. “You brought it with you and while I know you will be back with me again, I don’t know when. I think tonight would be the perfect opportunity to use it. While you finish the tea, I can run it for you.”

“Robyn, you don’t have to do that for me.”

“I know I don’t have to but I know you and deep down inside, you were looking forward to it. You love those bubble jets and I can fill it with the nice muscle relaxer salts and bubbles.” She reached over and took his hand. “It is one of your vouchers and the deal with the vouchers was when you were given them, that when you give one to me, we use it.” She ran her thumb over the back of his hand and she then had a double think about what she had asked him. “If it is too soon then that is…”

Taron shook his head. “The bath isn’t enclosed and I mean if they are going to be bubbles.”

“I don’t want to push you.”

Her hand was squeezed tightly. “Not pushing at all.” He assured her.

Robyn let go of his hand and sat back on her stool, suddenly realising what she had asked Taron. “You know what, it was a stupid suggestion. What was I even thinking? I mean you have had two horrible experiences in a nine foot deep pool, why on earth would you want to sit in a bath which is basically a smaller version of a pool so just ignore the last two minutes of conversation and drink your tea and eat your muffin and then maybe we can find another movie we won’t watch.” She turned a little on her stool and waited for the ground to swallow her up, her inner self kicking her stupidity in asking Taron did he want to have a bath. She had no idea what she was doing asking him, especially when he had been in tears in her arms two days ago because he panicked in a pool of water. She muttered to herself under breath, giving herself a verbal beating. “Stupid.” She murmured, her eyes down.

“Cariad…” Two arms slipped around her waist, carefully turning her around and Taron brought her close against him. “I love you, you know that right?” He rubbed her back gently as he held her against him. As soon as Robyn had mentioned taking a bath, every part of him said yes. He had only been in her bath once and he remembered every minute of it and how amazing the water jets felt on his body which had been through hell. While this time around his hell had been in water, he had routed for his bath voucher, praying he would get the opportunity to use it and Robyn had offered it to him on a plate and there was no way that he was going to turn it down. His shower earlier had not been too bad, even though it had been quick and he knew inside getting back on the horse was the best way to move on but also it was a bath that he could lay in and feel the bottom of. “You have no idea how good a bath sounds right now, one with bubbles and jets and real bubbles too.” He gave her a squeeze. “With extra bubbles.” He brushed her cheek with a kiss and took a step back. “And I can always get out if I don’t feel comfortable and then I think we should snuggle deep under the duvet and sleep.”

“No Taron, let’s not worry about it. We can clean up here and just go back to the couch. It was a stupid idea and I don’t know what I was even thinking.”

“Robyn, stop.” Taron placed his hands on her cheeks, seeing the worry in her eyes. “Stop. I want the bath.” He said firmly. “It’s a wonderful idea and it will help to get the last of the cold from my body and little kinks that are still in my lower back.”

“Liar.” Robyn replied to him. “You are as warm as you have ever been and you have not felt a twinge since you got your back rub yesterday morning.”

“Yeah well, I still want the bath.” He answered back. “And I will never say no to something that gives me a back rub, even jets in a bath.”

“Taron, please, let’s just leave it.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I never get to take a bath. Never anywhere. I don’t have one in Wales or London and I never even think of taking one when I am in a hotel because I am so busy and just drop onto the bed and sleep.”

“I don’t want you to relive anything from set.”

Taron smiled lovingly at her. “Are you going to let anything happen to me while I soak in the tub?” Robyn sighed and shook her head. “And if you hear anything out of the ordinary, will you come running to me as I sit in bubbles in my nudey nudes?” Her laugh was quiet but he heard it. “If you didn’t think it was good for me, you wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place because you have never ever done something for me that wasn’t in my best interest.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And I wouldn’t be insisting if I didn’t feel comfortable and I want to use the voucher to have a bath Robyn and I can go and do it myself.”

Robyn let her head fall from his hands, her forehead resting on his chest under his chin, feeling him run his hands up and down her back. “You know I can’t resist those green eyes and deep Welsh tones.” She said quietly.

“Guess I will have to use them more often.” He chuckled. “But you know I cannot help that my eyes are green or that my accent has a hint of Welsh in it. That’s genetics.”

“Hmph.” Robyn grunted, lifting her head to look at him. “You feel the slightest bit off and you get out.”

“I will.”

“And don’t feel like you have to do this because you brought the voucher. I know I said it would be a while before you are back again, but you will be back so it can be used then.”

“I know.”

“And I can just rub your back if that’s what you want. You know I love doing that for you.”

Taron grinned at her. “I think I shall take that option tomorrow.” He laughed hard as she lightly pushed him away. “Robyn, the bath and bubbles sound amazing right now.”

“Fine but I am going to give you so many bubbles, they will still be there when the water is cold.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“And there will be a very feminine scent in the bath.”

“That’s ok.”

“And the bath water is more than likely going to turn pink.”

“That’s ok too.��

“And those bath salts have a scent too so you know they are all going to mix together and you are going to end up smelling like a very flowery bouquet of flowers.”

“I am just fine with that. I am only coming out for a cuddle with you afterwards.”

“And you can use stronger jets this time cos you are not completely battered and bruised but that might make even more bubbles and they will be everywhere in the bathroom and that will be a big mess to clean up.”

“Robyn…” Taron’s smiled at her ramblings. “Stop trying to find a way out of this and let’s get going. I need you to run this bath for me.”

She sighed but had already caved to his sparkling green eyes. “Yeah alright.” Taking his hand, they walked into the bathroom, Robyn turning on the lights as she went. Going to the press under the sink, she opened the door and took out a green packet. “You mind holding this?” She asked him.

“Thought I was going to smell like a bouquet of flowers.” He asked with a grin as he read the label, grinning more as she shrugged. “Juniper and thyme. Not so flowery. Did you threaten me with flowery scents but are not going to follow through with them?”

Robyn gave him a look over her shoulder and then turned her attention back to the bath and turning on the hot tap. “I could but I won’t.” She said to him. “I don’t want to be smelling flowers all night.”

It wasn’t a side of Robyn he saw very often but he adored it when she was annoyed or at least trying her hardest to be. He strolled over to her and crouching down beside her, gave her a sideways hug. “I promise you cariad, I would not be doing this if I truly and honestly didn’t want too and I know I will love every minute of this. I don’t get it very often.” He felt her lean into him and knew then that this was going to be the most amazing bath.

“Will you open the salts for me please?”

Taron opened the green bag and once Robyn had plugged the bath, the now steaming water filling the white tub, she took a handful of salt out and ran it under the tap so it melted away into the water, following with three more.

“You want to pick your own bubble bath and bath bomb?” She asked him standing up, taking his hand to help him up too.

“Can I?”

“Sure.” She chuckled. “Go and choose from the shelf behind you.”

While Robyn put the bag of salts back in the press, Taron had a look at the different bottles, bars and bombs she had for her bath. There were all types of scents and a basket filled with circular bath bombs and he tried to read each one and figure out what he wanted to use but knew he needed a female opinion. He turned around and saw Robyn leaning against the sink her arms crossed, her face grinning. “Perhaps you would like to come and help me?” He asked.

With a smile Robyn walked over to him and standing beside him picked a silver bottle and handed it to him. “Shea bubble bath. Not too feminine and will leave your skin very nice and soft afterwards but it also makes very good bubbles.” She then routed through her wicker basket of bath bombs and pulled out one wrapped in a brown paper with a blue sticker. “And this is a bath bomb called ocean. Not girly at all.”

“Not a flowery scent in sight.”

Robyn grinned. “Nope and I wouldn’t do that to you.” She unwrapped the bath bomb and handed it to him. “You wanna throw it in?”

“Ok.” Standing where he was, a few feet from the bath, Taron threw the bath bomb and it landed with a large plop and splash into the bath.

“Taron!”

“What?” He turned to her with a shrug. “You said throw it in.”

“I didn’t actually mean throw it in!” She laughed. She headed to the bath and looked in, watching as the bath bomb fizzed around, the white and blue of the ingredients melting into the water. “It goes with your bubble bath.” She explained to him. “Shea butter and sea salt.”

“I am gonna come out as soft as cwtch.” Taron chuckled. “But you know it’s the jets I am looking forward too.”

“I know that.” Robyn nodded. “And I know you know how to work them but you have to add something to the water too.”

“Like bubbles?” He asked holding out the silver bottle.

“Yes, bubbles. How many do you want?”

“Well you told me there would be so many bubbles, they would still be there when the water went cold, so that many.”

“Okie dokie.” Robyn took the bottle from him and sat on the edge of the bath near the taps. She looked to Taron and pointed a finger his way. “Do not push me in.” She grinned.

Taron smirked. “Do you think I would do that?”

“Oh absolutely.”

He laughed deeply. “I won’t I promise. It will ruin my bath. Another time sure, but not now.”

Robyn loved how bright his face was, how his smile filled every part of him and could tell he was happy and that was all she wanted for him. She turned her attention back to the taps and she slowly poured the white bubble bath through the cascading hot water from the tap, bubbles immediately forming and flowing down and across the bath. She kept pouring and pouring until the top of the water was covered, continuing to pour more of the white silky mixture in.

“Robyn, I think you have enough now.”

“For a bubble bath, you need more bubbles than you think you need.” She tipped the bottle a little more and once another generous amount slid into the water, she held it upright and replaced the cap. A gorgeous smell filled the bathroom along with a steam from the heat from the water and Robyn wished the bath was for her but Taron needed it more plus he was the lucky one who was given a book of vouchers to use. Getting to her feet she put the bottle on the shelf and then back at the bath, knelt down and swirled her hand through the water, helping to mix more bubbles.

“I don’t think I am getting out of this.” Taron crouched down beside her. “You know how to run a good bath.”

“All you need now are some candles, music, and a face mask.”

Taron looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I know you can provide all three.” He grinned.

“You want?” She asked.

“Well, I won’t say no.”

On her feet, Robyn walked into her wardrobe and took two candles from the shelf she stored them on. She grabbed the box of matches and carried them into the bathroom. “Following on from the theme, not flowery.” She lit the candles and left them on the sink. “Clean cotton sheets and ocean breeze.”

“Ok, wow you are actually going to do the other things.”

“Well yeah.” Robyn turned to him. “You can pick you own music.” Back over at the shelf, she routed through another wicker basket and took out a sheet face mask. “Need some hydration?”

“God yes.” He reached and took the mask from her. “Perfect though this is much more than a bath and not covered in a voucher.”

“And how many days of relaxation are you going to get when you get back to London?” She asked him. “Straight back to work, long nights and days and I know the last couple of weeks on set are always busy and demanding, so take this hour to enjoy the basic luxury I can offer you.”

His hug was tight and his first kiss was quick while the rest left Robyn wanting more so on her tip toes she kissed him again.

“So, I take that kiss as you are on board with me having the bath then?”

“Yup.” Robyn gave him a squeeze and stepped back, her hands going to his cheeks. “You call me if you feel any way off, panic or need to get out ok?”

“I will, I promise but I am not leaving this bath of bubbles until I go completely wrinkly.”

“Everywhere?” Robyn grinned.

“Everywhere.” He confirmed.

Robyn left him with a smile and after she had closed the door to the closet, Taron left the face mask at the side of the bath and grabbed a towel from the laundry room, putting it on the silver bars of the towel warmer, switching it on. Ridding himself of his shirt, he folded it and placed it counter of the sink, the opposite side to the candles. Walking back to the bath, he was glad he did as the water was starting to get high and he turned off the tap. The bubbles were right up to the edge of the bath, glistening in the light of the bathroom. It looked incredibly inviting and smelt amazing. Adding his shorts and boxers to his shirt, he padded over to the bath and carefully lifted his right foot to step in, the heat a little too hot on his skin but he knew his body would adjust quickly. Both legs in, he lowered himself down, a little concerned that the water was going to spill over the edge but once he lay against the back of the bath, the ripples of the water settled and the bubbles floated back into place. His whole body quickly soaked up the warmth and he knew immediately that he was going to be ok sitting in the bath. The water was gorgeously warm, the numerous bubbles way too much but also perfect and whatever Robyn had added to the water was already helping him relax and it was nothing like a cold freezing pool on set. He took some calming deep breathes, already smelling the fragrance from the candles Robyn had lit and Taron knew he was going to enjoy this so much. Lifting his left hand, he reached for the control panel for the jets and switched it onto low. Immediately programmed streams of bubbles rose from the bottom, back and sides of the bath and Taron’s head turned when he heard some splashes and lifted his body a little out of the water.

“Woops.”

There were a few bubbles on the bathroom floor, another couple joining them as the jets made the water ripple. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it, he moved back against the bath and pressed the button for the jets to fizzle stronger. His neck rolled as the pressure of the water felt amazing against his skin. The dancing bubbles rolling against his whole back and legs and he decided that he needed to invest in a bath that made bubbles for his home and somehow try to fit it in his bathroom because it was exactly what he would need after a long day on set.  He called out for Alexa to play some Joni Mitchel and once he had the face mask positioned properly, he lay back and dipped down into the water until his chin covered his bubbles. He was going to happily lay as long as he could until the water went cold or Robyn came looking for him, figuring the second option was the most likely one to happen.

Robyn had her ear pressed hard against the bathroom door and stood there for about ten minutes listening for any signs that Taron could be in distress but she heard nothing, only the gentle tones of one of his favourite artists filtering through. Still concerned she had pushed him too hard even with their jokes, Robyn stayed at the door another five minutes before she knew she had to trust that Taron would call her if he needed her. Needing a distraction, she headed for the laundry room and emptied the washing machine, popping the clothes into the dryer. She needed to keep Taron in clean clothes for the rest of his time with her and she wanted to be sure when they woke tomorrow he would have something to wear.

Before she left the laundry room, she grabbed a fresh change of bed sheets. Saturday was her usual day to change the sheets but Taron would sleep even better in a freshly made bed. Dragging the duvet off, she pulled the pillows from the pillow cases and dropped them onto the floor and stripped the bed completely, making it up with a dark blue fitted sheet, a light blue flat on top and six fresh pillow cases. Once the bed was fully remade, the pillows fluffed, cwtch back in the centre of the bed, Robyn started the washing machine with the sheets. She was absolutely guilty of pressing her ear to the bathroom door again through the laundry room but everything was quiet, Joni playing, the hum of the bath coming through the door too. Walking back into the kitchen, Robyn paced as she took her iron tablet and paced some more until she couldn’t take the silence any longer. Taron had been in the bathroom nearly forty minutes and while the bath water had been scorching hot, it had to have gone cold by now and she was worried that she had heard nothing from him.

Back in the bedroom, she walked to the bathroom door and gave it a knock, a second one following when she heard nothing. Robyn felt her heart start to beat a little quicker and her mind race with upsetting thoughts.

“Taron?” She knocked harder, her voice louder.

“Robyn?” She heard him call back and let out the breath she had been holding. “You ok?”

“Am I ok? Are you ok?” She called in.

“Yeah, I am fine.”

“You are very quiet.”

“Well cariad, I am having a bath with bubbles, lit candles, a face mask and Joni.”

She leaned her forehead on the door, closing her eyes, picturing exactly what he had described. “Are there still bubbles?”

Taron looked to the water which was had definitely lost a lot of its heat but still felt good and the mountain of bubbles were floating thickly on top. “Yes Robyn. You poured half the bottle in.”

“Ok good, ‘cos I am coming in!”

“Wait, what?”

The door opened and even though he was completely submerged in white foamy bubbles, Taron’s hands went right down to cover himself, his head turning to watch as Robyn walked in. “Chicken!”

“Lots of bubbles, right?” She asked as she stood at the door.

“Well yeah.”

“And can anything be seen?”

Taron glanced over the water and shook his head. “Well no.”

“So, am I ok to keep going over to you?” She asked. “I will stay at the top of the bath at your head.”

Taron took his hands away and turned a little in the bath. “You are going to stay here with me?”

“Ok do I need to spell this out for you?” She asked with a little smile. “You have been here nearly forty minutes, I couldn’t hear anything and I was worried.”

Taron’s face grinned, though it was hard to tell as he still had the facemask on. “You have spent the whole time listening against the door, haven’t you?”

Robyn tilted her head. “Not the whole time.” She took a step closer to the bath. “I changed the bed sheets, put on a wash and took my tablet too.”

Taron tugged at the edge of the face mask and pulled it from his face. “And spent the remainder of the time listening at the door, right?”

Robyn bit her lip and nodded. “I was…”

“Worried.” Taron finished for her. He glanced at the bath water again. “You can’t see anything?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Because that fills me with confidence.”

Robyn chuckled. “I can’t see a thing Taron. I filled that bath with so many bubbles, the ratio of water to bubbles is in favour of the bubbles.”

His laugh was light and he gave her a nod. “Well come on over then.”

Robyn walked to the bath and as promised, once she had pulled the bath mat over so she had something soft to kneel on, found position at the back of the bath, while Taron lay back as he was before but his hands were definitely resting on his lap.

“Bath was nice then?” Robyn asked him.

“Perfect. These jets are powerful and the bubbles, bubbly.”

“And you are probably all wrinkly because you have been in here so long.” Taron lifted his left hand from the water and Robyn reached forward to take it, running the tips of her fingers over his. “Like a prune.” She dropped his hand, his arm falling into the bath with a splash. “And you are ok right?”

“I am just fine. I promise. Warm and relaxed and very much needing one of these for my home.”

Robyn smiled at him. “I am sure you can organise that.”

“Probably but it won’t come with the salts, or bubble bath or bath bombs or a Robyn to make it perfect for me.”

Her laugh was light and she knelt to her full height so she could stretch over him to gently kiss his lips and then his forehead. “It is easy to run a bath Taron.”

“Nah-ah.” He replied, loving the beautiful upside down kiss he just got. “I won’t be able to melt the salts properly and probably end up getting all the bubble bath the smells like flowers.”

Robyn stayed kneeling as she was and ran her left hand through his hair. “I can always give you the name of the bubble bath.” She added her right hand to his head. “And the bath bombs.” She waited for him to answer but nothing came. “Taron?”

“Hair…”

Shaking her head, Robyn used her nails to very lightly scratch his scalp. “Always with the hair.”

“My favourite thing.”

“You are going to get cold in that water.”

“Five minutes.”

“Two.” Robyn countered. “And we can continue this in the nice warm bed.”

“Deal.” The two minutes went by in a flash and Taron groaned when Robyn took her hands from his hair. “Don’t even complain to me.” She told him. “The point of the bath was to warm you up, not cool you down.”

“Yeah alright.” Taron agreed, feeling the cooler water against his skin, now that his head massage was finished with. He looked at the water, still full with bubbles and sighed. “You do realise that when I stand up, I am going to be covered in bubbles.”

Robyn lightly laughed as she got to her feet, fixing the bath mat back beside the porcelain tub. “Hmmm I shall leave you to figure that one out yourself then.”

“Robyn…” Taron’s tone was bright but he moved in the bath to kneel, his arms resting on the side of the tub. “Robyn!” Looking down at his chest, as he thought, his skin was covered in the frothy bubbles, his arms too.

When she looked back, she grinned. “That is a good look for you.”

“Cariad…”

“Nearly better than your flour look.” She disappeared from view for about three second and was back with her phone, taking two photos. “For my wall.”

“Why you… Robyn!”

“I will keep the bed warm for you.” She giggled, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door, her heart beating a little fast as she looked at the two photos she had just snapped. Hair brushed to the side and covered in bubbles, she was definitely going to print this one out for her photos above her headboard.

Taron had to brush all the bubbles from his body once he stood up to his full height, shaking his head as he had to do his legs too once he got fully out of the bath. He felt a shiver run through him as he stepped across the tiles to get the towel, the blue fluffy material lovely and warm and he wrapped himself up in it before he tied it around his waist. Reaching over to the mirror, he had to wipe it with his hand to get the condensation off. His skin was pink, his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess and he felt wonderful. The bath was been an extra treat he needed and as he lay, he just emptied his thoughts as best he could, trying to be positive about the last couple of days. While the set work was horrible, he tried to remember it was the last of his pool work and he had about four weeks left before he was done and could take a break. While he was disappointed in himself and his work, he knew Matthew was going to send him the footage and his director was happy with it. He had some time away from set and that always helped to clear his head and he was doing it with one of the most important people in his life who as always loved him and looked after him and supported him in every way she could.

Glancing in the mirror, his face was just smiling and he enjoyed it. Running his hands over his chin, he needed a shave but brought nothing so shave with. Going to set, he took the bare minimum with him, knowing Stephanie would have what he needed if he was required to shave. He had to admit that he was enjoying the reactions he was getting from Robyn with his growing facial hair, especially when he kissed her neck and around her t-shirt. He could feel her sharp intakes of breath and how her heart kicked up a beat and it made him grin to know he had caused that.

A little happy sigh came from his lips and he routed in his wash bag for his toothbrush, his fingers touching something cold and metal and a wide smile came to him. Slipping his hands under the delicate material, he lifted it from his wash bag, the four jewels sparkling in the bathroom light. Robyn had asked him to try and find it for her and in turn he had begged Matthew and the crew in Belfast to keep an eye out for Robyn’s precious bracelet, even though it seemed a lost cause. He was surprised and astonished when he was handed the piece of jewellery in the make-up trailer by Stephanie on Wednesday. He stuttered his disbelief as she explained that the crew from the last time they were at the pool, had found it under one of the deck chairs and kept it safe until the production team were back. They gave it to Matthew who in turn gave it to Stephanie who had given it a shine up and handed it to a thankful Taron. He had placed it in his wash bag, the only place he could think of to keep it safe at the time when his mind was frazzled.

Now as he held it in his hands, he couldn’t wait to give it back to Robyn. He knew how much it meant to her and he felt the meaning behind the bracelet had increased ten-fold since yesterday. Placing it carefully back into his leather bag, he found his toothbrush and using the minty toothpaste from the sink, swayed along to the song on the speaker, bopping his head and stepping from side to side. He had changed the music from Joni to an eighties playlist after he got out of the bath as he found Joni was making him drift off and the upbeat music and the slight giddiness he was feeling felt fantastic.

Robyn leant against the doorframe and watched with amusement as Taron danced in front of the mirror. She had changed into her pyjamas and was waiting for Taron but again he was taking too long. She quietly pushed down on the door handle and peaked around the door, letting it open fully as she saw him in a towel, in front of the mirror, dancing with his toothbrush. Each minute he was with her, his smile grew wider, the unease he arrived with left him and he was his goofy old self. While she thought the bath was a terrible idea, it seemed to have literally washed away his worries and as his moves became more daring, Robyn chuckled, watching as he pointed his toothbrush at the mirror.

When he heard laughter, Taron knew he had been caught and decided there was no point in stopping and kept dancing, doing a twirl with a wink. “You know you wanna join in!”

Robyn walked towards him and picked up her toothbrush. “Nope, just wanna brush my teeth.”

Taron stood as still as he could but his head was still moving in time with the music and they stood side by side as they brushed their teeth and once Robyn was finished, she gave him a grin in the mirror. “Continue as you were.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He finished with his teeth and then rubbed some moisturiser into his face, drying himself fully and got back into his boxer shorts. He took out the bracelet from his wash bag, hiding it as best as he could in the palm of his hand. When he got the bracelet, he had wanted to give it to Robyn as soon as he could and now seemed like the most perfect time. After he gave the bath a rinse down and the bathroom floor a wipe, he made sure to turn off all of the lights in the bathroom before he left, blowing out the candles too, stopping the music and wandered into the bedroom, closing all the doors behind him. He saw Robyn sitting in the bed, the duvet around her, on her side and he took one run and jump, landing on the bed in a heap beside her.

“You are a tosspot, you know that right?”

“Yeah, a tosspot who is getting another head massage.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Robyn gave him a fake push. “Oh yeah?”

“Erm yeah. Took me ages to get all the bubbles off.”

Robyn grinned and moved so she could run her hand over his shoulders and gently down his back. “Made you as soft as cwtch. Just like I said it would.”

“Always right.” He closed his eyes and lay down on his left side on the bed beside her. “That’s nice.”

“Thought it was a head massage I owed you.”

“Head, back, arms, face, who knows.”

Robyn moved closer to him, lifting his head so she could lay him in her lap and continued to lightly stoke his back in slow up and down caresses along his spine. His skin was silky smooth under her fingers and his back rose and fell in deep easy breathes.

“You want to get under the duvet before you fall asleep?” She asked him.

“Yes, but there is something I have for you first.” Taron sat up and crossed his legs, getting comfortable beside her.

“If you have a handful of bubbles to blow in my face, Taron Egerton you better re-think that plan.” Robyn saw his closed fist and could only imagine what he was up to.

“I don’t.” He assured her. “I promise I don’t.” He reached forward and placed his cupped hand into her right one. “Close your eyes.” He saw her doubtful look. “Cariad, just close your eyes.”

With her eyes closed, Robyn felt Taron place her other hand over his fisted one and she waited for a few seconds, still with her eyes closed. She felt him open his hand and drop something onto her palm and once she heard the little clink, her eyes opened wide and she looked to her hands. Her eyes immediately lifted to look at Taron and he gave her the slightest nod. Glancing to her hands once more, she then threw herself at him, wrapping him up tight in her arms. He was not expecting the hug and when Robyn flung herself at him, he fell over backwards, laughing hard as she placed kiss after kiss after kiss all over his face. He let her kiss him, his body laying flat on the bed, his hands on her back. She gave him a couple more kisses, ending with four on his lips and then sat up, Taron leaning on his elbows, watching as she held her bracelet in her hands.

“How on earth did you find it?”

“I didn’t.”

Her face changed. “Oh no, you didn’t get a new one, did you?”

“Oh no! No!” Taron pulled himself up, shuffling a little so Robyn was now sitting on his legs rather than his lap. “I didn’t get a new one. This is the one I got you for your birthday.”

“Taron, how?”

“One of the crew on set found it, under a deck chair, when they were clearing up the day after you were rushed to hospital. Matthew had asked them to keep an eye out for it and they found it. They minded it until production started again on Wednesday and they gave it to Matthew who gave it to Stephanie, who gave it to me and then I gave it back to you.” Her face was looking down and Taron lifted her chin. “Robyn, wait…” He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Why the tears?”

“Because you found it.” She sniffed, wiping another tear that fell. “I didn’t think I would ever get this back but you found a way to find it. This bracelet always meant so much to me because of the thought and meaning behind it.”

“Cariad…”

“And now well, now it’s just so much more special.”

Leaning into her, Taron held her close to him, laying his cheek on her shoulder. “Technically I didn’t find it.”

Robyn lifted herself from him and lightly thumbed his chest. “Seriously?” She asked with a smile.

“Well, I didn’t, and ouch.” He replied rubbing his chest.

Robyn ducked her head and kissed the spot he had been rubbing. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok if you do that again.”

She grinned and placed another kiss on his chest, moving up to the left side of his jaw and then his lips. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome. Just promise me you won’t lose it again.”

He was expecting the second thump and caught her hand as she went to get him, pulling her into him, kissing her before she could say something, slipped his two arms around her as they kissed. It was slow and silent, Robyn shuffling closer to his body, his chest pressed against hers, bare legs touching. Taron pulled back first, his gasp loud as Robyn tugged his hair so they could kiss again, her lips grazing over his. The scent from the bubble bath had left a wonderful aroma on his skin and Robyn inhaled the clean freshness deeply, her whole two hands running up and down his back, feeling him feed his fingers under the hem of her top, his hands resting on her waist, sneaking up further to feel bare skin.

Taron hummed happily with the sensation of her hands and lips and could feel himself slowly becoming excited. Of course it wasn’t helping that every few seconds, Robyn rolled her hips against his groin and his eyes rolled when she hit a sensitive spot, his fingers digging into her.

“Fuck sorry.” He apologised, his hands quickly rubbing over her sides. “Sorry.” He took his hands from her. “Sorry, just…” He took a shaky breath, his hands running through his hair and down his face. “Robyn…”

Her body was still squashed against his and Robyn leaned in to press her forehead to his, not wanting to move away from him. “I know…” She answered him, hearing her voice tremble. “I know.” She didn’t move from him, but rested her cheek on his shoulder instead, still trailing her finger tips up and down his spine. While she could feel the reason why Taron had pulled away, she needed to stay attached to him because she could use his body to disguise her own urges, though pressing her body against him, maybe wasn’t a good idea but after another mouth-watering sensual make out session, she just wanted to be close to him. She could hear his heart racing and was glad to feel his hands slip back around body and under her top again, copying the circles she was making on his back.

They sat for a while, breathing each other in, Robyn hands moving to the hair as the nape of Taron’s neck, while his stayed roaming around her back.

“Those bubbles bath really made your skin so soft.”

Her words made him chuckle and he gave her a squeeze, moving away and looking straight in her eyes. “I am not complaining, believe me I am not.” He said. “But…” He rose an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah I know. Sorry.”

“Oh no, please do not apologise.” He felt a red hue start to fill his cheeks. “It’s fucking amazing but I don’t want to rush anything for us that we may not be ready for, even if our bodies are disagreeing.”

Robyn took her hands from his hand and cupped his left cheek, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. “Ok well I am not sorry then.” She assured him. “You have freckles on your bottom lip.”

“What?” Taron’s face turn confused for a moment, until she said it again.

“Yes, you do.” She ran her thumb over his bottom lip again. “Little ones.”

He chuckled at her. “Trust you for the most random change of subject when it is needed most.”

“I say it, like I see it.”

“And you saw freckles.” He grinned, pouting his lower lip out trying to see them for himself but that just made Robyn kiss him again.

“I love them.” She said to him. “I love learning all these new things about you.” She said softly.

“Me too.” He agreed “But Robyn…”

“I love feeling all the new feels, Taron and they all feel right but I agree with what you said. Not rushing is a good idea, even though lots of things say otherwise.”

“Emotions and feeling are heightened a lot right now.” He smiled, giving her a light kiss. “And I could kiss you like this all night, in this position.” He grinned, his blush rising to his cheek bones.

Her little giggle made him blush more and she nodded at him. “Me too. I love kissing you and other things about you.” She added.

“Robyn…” His voice was deep and he couldn’t help the moan that came from his lips as she adjusted herself on his lap. “Robyn…”

“Sorry…” She kissed him quickly. “Sorry.”

“Fuck, I love you too.” He pulled her into him and returned the kiss, everything heating up once more. “But…” It took every ounce of his restraint to stop kissing her.

“A little slow down.” She finished for him.

“Please.”

With a nod, Robyn wrapped him up in a hug. “About the head massage instead?” She took his nod into her as a yes and carefully lifted herself from his body. She had dropped the bracelet onto the bed when things got a little heated and picking it up handed it to him. “Want the honours?”

“Sure.” Taron carefully clasped the bracelet back on for her.

“I am going to get a safety chain put it on so if it does open, I won’t lose it.”

“That’s an excellent idea. I don’t know if I can find it again, if it gets lost.”

“That is not going to happen.” She moved backwards and kicked her legs under the duvet, throwing it back a little. “So come on. I don’t think we can get into much mischief with a head massage.”

Taron grinned. “You think?”

“Well let’s give it a go.”

He had taken to laying on his left side beside her, but once Robyn made herself comfortable on the bed on her right side, she opened her arms for him and insisted that he lay his head cross her chest. Taron of course pretended to protest but snuggled deeply into her, slipping his right leg between hers, his eyes closing as he felt her pull the duvet over him.

“Tomorrow you get the cuddle.” He purred, as he rubbed his nose deeply in the V of her string top, feeling Robyn’s hand already starting to run through his hair.

“I am pretty sure there will be a switch during the night.”

“Hmm yeah ok. Sleep now.”

“Sure, sleep now.” She agreed, slowly playing with his hair. “Everything will play however it is meant to.” She whispered to him. “Let’s let it happen as it will.”

His right hand snaked under her top, the same way it seemed to be constantly doing lately, and his hand rested palm down on her rib cage. “Sounds perfect cariad.”

“And please no more apologies for anything that our bodies may betray us with over the next few days ok because I am not complaining either.”

Taron lifted his whole body, placing his hands on Robyn’s cheeks and pressed his lips to her hard, kissing her deeply, his tongue slipping through the tiniest bit. The little smacking sound echoed through the quiet bedroom as he broke the kiss, his whole face smiling. “On board with all of that.” He chuckled, giving her one more light kiss, then cosying back into her as he had been, his hand finding its place again on her ribcage, his leg settling between hers.

It took Robyn a few seconds to adjust to his sudden kiss and after she shook her head, pulled the duvet back over him, knowing her heart was thumping hard as his face sat lower than before, his nose resting neatly between the V of her chest. It felt like he had always belonged there and while she had one hand in his hair, the other was making lazy circles on his back. His sigh was beautiful and peaceful and he was a different man to the one who had appeared on her doorstep two nights ago and Robyn loved every single part of him and as he moved to get completely comfortable, she had a feeling he felt the same way about her.

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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he already has my approval ~ taron egerton

word count: 4393

request?: no

description: in which her dad keeps trying to set her up with her celebrity crush, who just so happens to be playing him in a biopic

pairing: taron egerton x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

The first time I met Taron was on the red carpet for Kingsman: The Golden Circle, and it did not go as well as I had wished it would’ve.

I had seen the first movie in theaters when it came out and immediately developed a crush on Eggsy, and, in turn, on his actor Taron. When dad was offered a cameo in the sequel, I think I was more excited than he was. I begged dad basically every day to let me go to set with him, but I was in college at the time and neither of my dads would let me miss that much time to travel just to meet my celebrity crush. It felt unfair at the time, but they had a point in the long run.

When the day of the premiere came around, dad took me as his plus one to the red carpet. I was buzzing with excitement the entire day as dad’s stylists came in to help us get ready for the night, but the minute our ride pulled up to the red carpet my excitement turned to nervousness. There was no reason for me to be so nervous. I had been to huge events like this before, and of course I had met famous people plenty of times. But there was something about meeting my actual celebrity crush that made me feel like a high schooler who was about to go on her first date.

Dad introduced me to Taron, because of course he did. Fatherhood never changed who dad was, and he was shithead, cocky, lived to tease everyone in his life Elton John. I always knew it was a bad idea to tell dad about my crush on Taron, but I never regretted it more than when I heard him shout across the red carpet, “Taron, darling, come here!”

He looked like the most handsome man in the entire world dressed in his suit, his smile lighting up his face as he approached us. That moment was when I realized he was real. He wasn’t just a character on my screen; he was an actual real person. And now he was stood in front of me. So close that I could smell his cologne, and boy, did it ever smell good.

“Taron, I want you to meet my daughter (Y/N),” dad said, gesturing to me. I was still in such awe by his beauty that I almost forgot who I even was.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N),” Taron said as he shook my hand. “Elton has spoke very highly of you.”

My brain was definitely short circuiting. Hearing him say my name was one thing, but then for him to also say that he’s heard a lot about me from dad also contributed to it. When I realized I was just stood there staring at him like an idiot, I felt embarrassment wash over me. I tried to force myself to say something, but it was like I completely forgot how to speak English.

“She’s a little shy because she has a crush on you.”

I turned to look at dad in disbelief. If there was a higher power, They would do me a favor and open up the floor to swallow me whole and take me away from this entire situation.

I made my escape before Taron could say anything. I turned away from the two of them and walked away as quickly as possible.

The memory haunted my nightmares for a while afterwards. Even after I managed to forget about it for the most part, the intrusive thought would pop into my mind from time to time just to make me cringe. I could barley ever watch Taron’s movies anymore without thinking about that moment, which was hard since I still had such a big crush on him.

A year later, I was on set with dad and papa for the movie papa was producing about dad. Papa was so excited, as he was making the movie as a gift to dad. Papa had complete creative freedom and dad was able to give as much input as he wanted. When filming started, the two of them wanted to bring me, Zachary, and Elijah on set to watch some of the filming. They hadn’t told me much about the movie just yet, but papa’s excitement was contagious enough that I was feeling it, too.

“We’re filming the Troubadour scene today,” papa was telling us. “Full 70s aesthetic. You guys are gonna feel like you were really there to see your dad’s first ever solo performance.”

“Do I get any 70s outfits once you guys are done filming?” I asked.

“Darling, you know we have a closet full of all my favorite outfits from those days,” dad said. “You’re free to go through it as you please. It’ll be the real deal, not some cheaply made replicas.”

“Hey! You’re the one who approved of Taron’s wardrobe!” papa said with a chuckle.

The mention of his name made me stop in my tracks. “Wait...whose wardrobe?”

Both of them looked at me, confused by my reaction. “Taron, honey,” papa said. “That’s who’s playing dad in the movie. You didn’t know that?”

Memories from the year before came rushing back. I could not see him again or else I may just turn into an embarrassment puddle at his feet. I especially couldn’t be here with dad and have a potential repeat of the situation.

As if reading my thoughts, dad walked up to me and gently took my hand in his. “Honey, it’s been a year. He’s not going to remember.”

“But what if he does?” I asked. “God, he probably thinks I’m crazy after our first encounter. I can’t watch the filming.”

“Hey, hey, calm down sweetheart,” papa said. “You’re working yourself up. It’s okay. If you feel uncomfortable you don’t have to watch, but I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you’re expecting.”

I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. I wanted to be there and support both of my dads on this project they were both so excited over. I knew they were right and Taron likely didn’t even remember our first encounter, but I still couldn’t shake this pre-embarrassment feeling about seeing him again.

I sucked it up and followed them to the Troubadour set. There were many extras dressed in 70s clothes standing around the stage. The general murmur of the crowd turned into an excited one as people began to notice dad walking onto the set. I couldn’t see Taron anywhere, but I did recognize Richard Madden talking to the movie’s director, Dex Fletcher. Zachary was tightly holding my hand, trying to hide behind me. I knew the crowd was likely making him nervous, so I squeezed his hand and picked him up.

“Lead actor walking the set!”

I felt my body tense as everyone turned to see Taron taking the stage. He was wearing a pair of white overalls and a navy blue shirt with silver stars. He had on a wig that looked like dad’s hair from this time period and a pair of thick framed glasses that matched his overalls. He looked really good, even if he was dressed as my dad.

It took my brain a moment to register that he was walking towards us. I felt the panic return, but I tried my best to play it cool.

“It’s like looking in a mirror,” dad said as he embraced Taron. “I still have this outfit I’m pretty sure. I was just telling (Y/N) that I still have all my favorite outfits back home going all the way back to this very first performance.”

At the mention of my name, Taron’s eyes landed on me. I tried not to crumple under his gaze, and kept the smile on my face.

“Hey,” Taron said. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you, too,” I said, surprisingly myself with how confident i sounded.

“Who is this little guy?” Taron asked, referring to Zachary. The young boy buried his face in my neck, peaking one eye up at Taron.

“This is Zachary,” I said. “Z, this is Taron. Doesn’t he look like daddy?”

Taron struck a pose for Zachary, who seemed to warm up slightly but not a lot.

“What do you think, Elijah?” papa asked the youngest boy. “Do you think Taron looks like daddy?”

Elijah shook his head. “Daddy is old!”

We burst out into laughter as dad gave Elijah a mocked offended look. Elijah squealed as dad picked him up and began tickling his sides. Zachary was still a bit hesitant, but I could feel his body shaking as he chuckled in my arms.

“Come on, Rocket Man, we gotta start filming,” Dex called to Taron.

Taron made his way onto the set stage. Quiet was called and a hush fell over the room. The minute Dex called action, music filled the silence. One of dad’s songs, his least favorite yet one of his most popular ones, began to play. Except it wasn’t dad singing it, it was Taron’s voice. I was a little shocked to hear him singing instead of there being a backing track of dad’s music, but I had to admit he was an amazing singer. It was a fantastic choice they made. His singing voice was amazing and it made the movie have more of a fantastical musical vibe, instead of just a movie with dad’s voice dubbed over for the music.

I tried to get Zachary out of his shell more by dancing with him while the music was playing. We were not strangers to dad’s music. The three of us had seen dad perform on numerous occasions. I figured the familiarity of the music, plus the goofy dancing would definitely help with his nervousness. And I was right for the most part; Zachary came out of his nervous cocoon eventually and started dancing with me. By the time Dex called cut on the scene, Zachary felt comfortable enough to be put back down on to the floor and followed dad and papa to meet Jamie Bell, who was playing Uncle Bernie.

“Seems he enjoyed the show.”

I jumped at the sound of Taron’s voice so suddenly. He was laughing at my reaction as I turned back to him, my heart beating a million beats per second just having him so close to me.

“I think he just needed some time to warm up to being around so many people,” I said. “Usually when we go to dad’s shows we’re in a special VIP area where it’s just the three of us and papa, so he’s not used to so many people and so much attention being on him.”

“I get that. He’s only young. Doesn’t fully understand how well loved his dad is.”

“I don’t think I even fully understand it, and I’m in my mid 20s,” I said.

Taron chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile too. The realization of his realness was starting to wash over me again. He was actually here, stood in front of me, talking to me. He was a real person!

“Listen,” Taron said, “I wanted to talk about the first time we met.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried not to let my embarrassment show too much. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t even remember, we could just move on from the entire situation and pretend like it never happened.

“I’m sorry it went the way that it did,” he continued. “I know you were embarrassed about what your dad said. I know Elton meant no harm, and he was just trying to tease you because...well, he’s Elton John, but it really wasn’t fair of him to say that to me when we were first meeting. I could tell by your face that that wasn’t exactly the way you wanted our first meeting to go.”

I was a little surprised by what he was saying. I don’t know why I was expecting for him to say something that would make the situation worse, like maybe calling me out on my crush and saying something about it. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the type to make someone feel bad. But I guess, after having an entire year to let that embarrassing moment stew, I just expected the worst if I ever met him again.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I said. “It definitely was not the way I wanted to meet the guy I had such a big crush on. I think dad expects stuff like that to wash over me like water off a duck’s back because of who he is and how many famous people I’ve met and am close to, but his status never makes those types of interactions easier. Again, especially when meeting someone that I was crushing so hard on.”

Taron was giving me a look that I wasn’t sure how to read at first. “Was?”

My brows furrowed together. “Hmm?”

“You said ‘someone I was crushing on’. As in you’re not anymore?”

I wasn’t sure why that was the part he was focusing on. I opened my mouth to respond, but Dex called to Taron again. Taron looked at me and winked behind the thick framed glasses before making his way back to set to start filming again. And it was with that wink that I could not handle anymore and finally had to sit myself down.

~~~~~~

I kept coming to set the next few weeks. At first it was only one day out of the week for a couple of hours, but soon enough I was tagging along with dad and papa every day. I tried to tell them it was because I was enjoying watching the movie being filmed, and getting to relive these big moments with dad, but they both knew that wasn’t the truth. They knew I was going because I wanted to see Taron.

We had gotten to talking a lot in between takes when I was on set. About everything and anything really. It started with just getting to know each other, but eventually it blossomed into talking about whatever was on our minds. Sometimes it was about the movie, sometimes it wasn’t. Either way, we just got to know one another. And eventually, my “celebrity crush” became a real one.

I knew my dads could see what was going on, but they didn’t bring it up. I figured that was mostly because of how my first interaction with Taron went and dad didn’t want to risk embarrassing me like that again. Which, I did appreciate. I felt like a friendship was being built with Taron and I didn’t want that to be risked with fatherly embarrassment to the extreme, even though I knew that wasn’t dad’s intentions.

One day, we walked on set and I was surprised to see Taron was nowhere in sight. Instead, we walked into a setup that looked like great grandma Ivy’s apartment that I had seen in plenty of dad’s baby pictures. There were three different actors than normal on set, one I recognized as Bryce Dallas Howard and one young boy I recognized to be dressed up the way dad had been when he was that age. I realized pretty quickly that today was probably mostly shooting scenes of flashbacks from dad’s childhood, which caused me to feel disappointed realizing that I likely wouldn’t be seeing Taron today.

I was sat in my usual seat (because yes, I had visited so often that I was given a seat with my name on it) watching the set up for the scene when dad came over and sat next to me, dramatically sighing as his body settled into the chair.

“These old bones can hardly sit down anymore,” he said.

I smiled at him. “Oh, please. You’re hardly that old, dad. Besides, we both know that after everything you’ve gone through, you’re going to outlive us all.”

“A man can only hope.” We laughed together. Dad put an arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “Taron’s in his trailer, you know.”

“Oh?” I said, hoping I didn’t seem as excited by this information as I was. “He’s filming later on then?”

“Yeah, way later on this evening. David said that Taron showed up way earlier than he needed to claiming that he thought his call time was this morning, not this evening.” I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to say whatever it was he was trying to say. “I don’t think that was the case, though.”

“Clearly.”

“I think he came here early hoping to see you.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I think you’re being a little ambitious there dad.”

“About as ambitious as I would be to say that you show up every day so you can see him, too?” When I didn’t respond to that, dad just laughed. “I see things, (Y/N). My eyes may be old, but they can still see things that no one else sees.”

“And what is it that you see with me and Taron?”

“I see a young man who is enamored by a young woman, and a young woman who feels the same way. I also see two cowards who are too afraid to confess their feelings to one another.”

I playfully nudged him with my elbow, to which he dramatically clutched his stomach and acted like I had shot him or something.

“I’m not saying that Taron feels anything for me,” I said, “because I don’t think he does. I think he’s just being friendly with someone that he considers to be a friend. But, if what you’re saying is right and he does have romantic interest in me, maybe the reason why he won’t admit it is because he’s too afraid to? I mean, my dad is Elton John after all. That’s a pretty big name to have as a potential father-in-law.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say anything about marrying you off to the man.” I smiled and shook my head. This really was just an every day thing with dad. He loved being a father, but I think he loved being a nuisance more than that. Papa always warned him he would regret that when Zachary, Elijah, and I started to pick up on his habits. “But both of you know that Taron has my approval if he does want to pursue you romantically. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have even been cast in this movie!”

“You cast him because he’s a good actor!”

“Oh, that was only part of it. The other part was so that you two could have a do-over with your meeting, since I ruined the last one.”

I put my head on dad’s shoulder. “You didn’t ruin it. You just embarrassed me beyond belief, but that’s what a father does.”

Dad gave me a small squeeze before pulling me away from him. “Go to his trailer. Have a few moments alone.”

“Give you a few grandkids?”

He pushed me away, which caused me to laugh hysterically.

“Darling, I may be old but I am certainly not that old,” he said. “And, again, I said I approve of him. Not that you two need to get married and pop out babies right away. Go on a few dates first, for the love of God.”

I stood from my chair, still laughing. Dad tried to glare at me, but he couldn’t. This was just our relationship.

I made my way out of the set before they started filming so that I wouldn’t be disrupting anything. All the trailers were grouped together in the lot, luckily with signs on them to label what or whose trailer they were. Taron’s was the furthest on the lot, with a theatrical gold star stuck to the door with his name on it. Part of me figured this was dad’s doing, but the other part of me would believe that it was Dex’s doing, too. Papa truly couldn’t have chosen a better director to capture dad’s personality and aesthetic than Dex.

My heart was pounding so loud that I thought Taron would hear it before I even knocked. I took a deep breath and pushed myself to knock before I got too nervous and ran away instead. There was a brief rustling in the trailer before the door opened, revealing Taron in a pair of black and gold hot pants, a gold jacket that was left unzipped so I could see his entire torso and chest, and heeled shoes with gold tips and gold wings on the side. I wasn’t sure where to look first. My eyes naturally lingered on his chest, his coarse chest hair a welcoming sight, but I couldn’t help but glance lower at his thighs in those hot pants, too. Not to mention the bulge -

“Shit,” Taron breathed, a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, uh, I didn’t expect...I thought it might’ve been someone from the set. I’m just...uh...”

“In costume, I would assume,” I said, trying to pretend like I was looking at his shoes and not another area lower on his body.

“Yeah,” he said. His face was starting to turn bright read. “It’s for a scene later on...way later on. I’m - I was early today, so they already put me through costume and makeup.” He cleared his throat and ran his hands through his hair. “Do you, um, do you want to come in?”

I nodded, unsure if I could even form any words. He stepped aside to let me into his trailer. He still looked flustered by my sudden appearance, which I thought was cute.

“Don’t be sorry, by the way,” I told him. “I don’t mind this eye full that I’m getting. Quite the opposite, really.”

That only made him more flustered, and I couldn’t help but smirk at that reaction.

“You’re a lot like your dad,” he commented. “He said something similar while we were filming Kingsman a few years ago.”

“We Furnish-Johns have good taste in men.”

I sat down on the couch of his trailer and he sat across from me. I tried not to be too obvious with my gawking, but it was hard not to look at him. God, was he ever attractive. And here he was, sat next to me, practically naked, and all flustered because I had caught him this way. I felt like I should be feeling a similar way, but knowing that I was the one who had made him feel that way just made me feel so cocky instead.

“I didn’t think you were on set today,” I told him. “I showed up and didn’t see you or Jamie or Richard.”

“We’re filming a couple smaller scenes later on to end the day. Dex wanted to film all of the flashback shots of your dad before he was Elton John today, just to get that out of the way.”

“You got here really early for that. It’s not even noon, and your scenes are this evening papa said.”

Taron shrugged. “I got the wrong call time.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “By over 12 hours?”

He shrugged again, but didn’t offer any further explanation.

I took a deep breath, once again willing that cockiness to stay long enough so that I could say what I wanted to say without losing my nerve. “Remember the first day on set where we talked about the first time we met, and you made a point of asking me about my crush on you.”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. You made it seem like you didn’t feel that way anymore.”

“Yeah, I did. Because I thought I would scare you away if I admitted that I did still like you that way.” I was moving towards him now, closing the already smaller space between us. “That I do still like you that way, if you get what I’m saying.”

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was looking down at me in a way that I could only ever dream of having Taron Egerton look at me like. It was like the movies I had seen him in, except this was real life and the person he was looking at was actually me.

“I think I understand,” he said. “But just in case, is it okay if I do an experiment just to be sure?”

I giggled. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking up at him. He leaned forward at an agonizing pace before his lips finally pressed against mine. It felt like the entire world around us paused in that moment. I had to restrain myself from getting onto his lap and deepening the kiss, even though I wanted to so badly. I wanted to spend the next few hours in this trailer with him, not even letting him leave to go film. I wanted to be tangled up with him and never let him go ever again.

The kiss ended far too soon. When Taron pulled away, I tried to chase his lips to pull him back to me. He chuckled at my eagerness, allowing his lips to press against mine for a quick peck.

“Let me take you out before we get too hot and heavy,” he told me. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

“I guess we should do that before I jump your bones,” I teased. “But you do still have quite some time till your call time. If you’d like company while you wait, I wouldn’t mind staying here with you for a while. Especially if you’re going to be dressed like that the whole time.”

Taron’s face turned red again as he looked down at himself, almost like he forgot what he had been wearing. “Might be too tempting for you.”

“It definitely will be. But I will respect your virtue and not try to deflower you in your trailer.”

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh my God! What have I gotten myself into here?”

“Something pretty great, if you ask me.”

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PROLOGUE

CHICAGO , IL . — 1993

THE KANKAKEE HOUSE

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TO BE LOVED , WAS TO BE CHANGED.. or so that's what y/n thought as she sat in that same old chair at her desk , the big diamond rock resting on a gold band was twisted around on her finger . James knew she didn't have to have a something that large but he insisted , and she gave into it , knowing that this was the one thing she had wanted for a life time.

Y/n was a woman who grew up with a family of politics . Her dad was a retired narcotics investigator , her mother a forensic scientist who chose to be a stay at home mom , and then there was y/n . An agent , who was engaged to a drug dealer . It was risky to say the least , her badge stayed in her glove box at all times so she could live up to her lies of being a journalist . It wasn't easy to say the least , but she was a good liar , and Jimmy was so smitten he would believe anything she told him . So , the back-up career she had never taken a class for became her cover up, her white lie . Everyone had their secrets , why not let Y/n have hers.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a stack of files were placed on top of her desk , a repeat of all the things shes already seen . She took her time and flipped through every single file . Homicide . Murder . Kidnapping . Another homicide . It was all the same half of the time , but it didn't stop her from being able to make a detailed report for an investigation to take place . The sound of doors being kicked in played in her head , something she found to be an anger release during training . She hadn't traveled yet for a case , but she's only been there for about a month , so it was a reasonable effect to the cause .

All the files were stacked neatly on her desk as she checked the time . It was already noon , which meant she had three hours left before she had to clock out and leave , which didn't bother her in the slightest . It was a shock to her that she was leaving before seven , but it may happen anyway with the afternoon traffic jam . As she rose from her seat , she decided to go on a lunch break , that was the one thing she needed was a break , she had been exhausted since she had walked into work this morning , completely ignoring the fact that Jimmy didn't get home until four that morning . It was a repeating cycle , and it almost seemed like he was only coming home in the wee hours of the morning , and sleeping all throughout the day . It was almost as if y/n didn't know who her fiancé was anymore , as if he was a complete stranger .

...

Four rings , no answer .

Y/n pulled the phone from her ear and called again .

Four more rings , no answer .

Why wasn't James answering his phone ? She tried one more time .

Four rings , still no answer .

It was unusual for James to not answer the phone . Regardless of what was happening , he always picked up the phone and answered . Suspicion was drawn to her mind as she got lost in her thoughts . Was he upset with her ? What had she done to make him not answer the phone ? It had burned a hole into her brain . She looked at the time on her phone , 2:47 pm , thirteen minutes until she could go home , thirteen minutes until she knew why he wasn't picking up the phone ,

thirteen minutes before her world came crashing down around her.

Y/n put the cigarette out that rested between nimble , shaking fingers as she tried to calm her nerves . She made her way back into the big double-decker building behind her . The building stood tall , it was strong , and prominent . You wouldn't be able to miss it when you enter Illinois , it stood out in the eyes of many , and in the eyes of the fallen . It was probably ironic due to the crime rates in the little state , but especially in Chicago . The irony made her laugh every time she thought about it , but today she wasn't laughing, she was trembling with fear .

The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was all she could manage to focus on , the fear of losing balance playing in her mind as she tried to justify why her calls were declined . It was heavy on her mind , and her heart at the thought of doing something wrong , and being here was starting to feel like a sense of betrayal to the man who waited for her at home . Maybe he knew this whole time and didn't tell her , or maybe he was ready to kick her to the curb for a risk of being outed to the feds for his crimes .

Y/n was once again snapped out of her thoughts when the clock read three o'clock . She had went and clocked out and darted straight out of the building , in hopes of being home fast enough to catch Jimmy before he left out for the night , or before his buddies had came over. Getting into that car was her only form of peace , the calm before the storm , because she knew she was only closer to getting an answer .

...

The drive home was quiet , mainly because y/n was going sixty on a forty-five without a cop in sight , she was sure she ran at least two red lights trying to get home . That was her main focus as she passed cars left and right , getting honked at every couple of minutes as she came close to scrubbing against another car . She was no longer upset , she was angry , it felt as if her blood was boiling underneath her skin . She was full of rage .

She needed an answer.

Pulling into the driveway of her home , she didn't even turn her car off as she pulled it to a stop and swapped gears so it was in park . Y/n got out and went straight for the door which was unlocked.. why was it unlocked if James was home? The door would usually be locked at this time, it would never stay unlocked, it was too risky . As her heels touched the hardwood floor , she looked around her home in a fury of rage , her calm steps turning into a march of gentle stomping , it was quiet ... too quiet .

"James ?" y/n called out , and there was no response , it was quiet , a noise so deafening it made her head ache.

As she neared the steps , the pink top on the staircase made her heart sink . Y/n knew it wasn't hers , she didn't wear pink , especially not a deep toned pink . Her steps became quiet as she walked up the steps , the pink top came with a mini-skirt , a matching bra and underwear set , and a pair of heels that were way out of her range .

The clothes stopped at the door where Jimmy's belt laid , she was beyond mad at this point as she took the doorknob into her grasp , twisting it around and making the door open . The sight had made her sick . Physically , mentally and emotionally as she made a bee-line directly to the ensuite bathroom and dropped to her knees , spilling the contents of her lunch into the toilet . Why would he do this to her , was this why he wasn't answering the phone?

She managed to collect herself as she got up off the floor and flushed the contents down the drain . Her steps could be heard as she made her way to the closet to grab a suitcase and put her belongings into it , but she was interupted when she heard the stirring behind her.

James had scrambled to get out of the bed , with only a sheet wrapped around his waist . He didn't notice y/n was in the room until he had heard a dresser drawer being opened , it was as if his whole world came crashing down beneath him . Her face was red with anger , her eyes swelled with the tears that fell down her cheeks , how could he be this stupid .

"y/n , listen - its not what it looks li-" Jimmy was cut off as y/n zipped the suitcase , listening to the pained chuckle pass her lips as she stood up on her own two feet .

"it's not what it looks like?" she spoke , stepping closer to him slowly as she spoke . "I have called , and called with no answer , then I come home and you have some random tramp in MY bed?" she spat , seething with anger as she laughed a little .

Jimmy was distraught , he didn't even remember half of the events that took place . " It wasn't like that , just listen to me for a second" he spat back , but y/n was too distraught herself to hear him out .

"It wasn't like what , James ? Because it sure looks like you fucked her to me. " y/n spoke through gritted teeth , her words piercing through the man like a knife .

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say , you can keep your cheap whore , your fancy house , your drug business , all of it . I'm done" y/n spat through tears and choked sobs . Her hand wrapped around the suitcase as she made her way to the door , but she stopped and put her bags down as she turned around , pulling the ring off her finger in the process , and shoved it into his hand .

"you can keep the rock , I won't need it . Not now , and not in the near future. " she spoke before going back to grab her suitcase and walk out the door for the last time . This was going to be the death of her .

...

TO BE LOVED , IS TO BE BETRAYED ... and she knew that now as she drove out of Illinois , she didn't even know how far she was driving at this point , she lost count of the exit signs as her tears flowed and confusion filled her brain , but anywhere was better than the state she grew to love .

The sun was setting by now , the woman had been driving for hours now . Y/n made a few pit stops for gas , food , and to change into some comfortable clothes . An energy drink coursed through her veins and she seen a sign up ahead that read "MISSOURI WELCOMES YOU" in white and yellow letters .

Y/n let out a soft sigh as she continued her journey , looking around for the nearest motel to stay at for a few days . Her legs ached , and her vision was becoming splotchy , she needed to rest for a few hours , or even just a few days.

Maybe it was fate , or maybe it was destiny , but Missouri was a place she felt free , a place she felt she could restart in .

A place she could call home..

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a/n : chapter one will be posted tomorrow at midnight , I actually cried writing the prologue, but the first chapter will be much more exciting , I can’t wait to share it with everyone !!

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[hornyaquarius]

RISING STAR!

Enjoy this new two-part story of Jacob enjoying the secret benefits of his newfound fame until his manager, Taron, decides to punish him...

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[scarlettacklen1986]

I Don't Want To Rember •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 1157

Type: Angsty fluff

Warning: Mentions of Death and grieving

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Maggie can't process her feelings about Merlin coming back to her

Maggie was sat at the kitchen table again, it was nearly 3 am and her head was hung over a cup of coffee.

"Mag?" She looked up to see Merlin coming down the stairs of their house.

"Hey babe, I didn't mean to wake you," she smiled.

"You didn't, I woke up naturally, and realised you weren't next to me," he said.

"I just had a nightmare, don't worry about it,"

"What about?" Merlin asked sitting across from her.

"You know what it was about," she said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm alive darling," he reached for her hand but Maggie retracted her hand setting it in her lap.

"Sorry, I'm still shaking it off," she mumbled.

"I love you," he said

"Love you too,"

"Go back to bed," she said "I'll be up in a minute" she assured

Maggie never came back to bed, Merlin found her the next day on the couch asleep.

"I...I just don't know Harry, it feels like she's pulling away from me," Merlin said to Harry as they ate in his office.

"It was traumatic for her too, she watched you die, she grieved you, then she helped get you back and she helped Ginger with your surgery, she's probably still processing," Harry assured him.

"Why won't she talk to me about it?" Merlin asked.

"She doesn't talk about her feelings and she probably feels as though she shouldn't complain because you're the one who came back to life," he said.

"You make more sense than you should," Merlin said.

"I read a lot of romance books," Harry shrugged.

"You read spy novels," Merlin argued.

"I change the dust covers to spy novels," Harry said amused Merlin shook his head with a chuckle leaving to his own office.

He hadn't seen Maggie all day, she said she was too busy working vitals on Roxy and Eggsy's blood from their last mission, an undercover that went wrong and ended in both of them getting injected with a mix of poisons that they had to scramble to get an antidote to.

Maggie had been frantic figuring out the antidote as Eggsy sat holding a puke bucket as he threw up blood, Roxy held out bearly any better but she had gotten to the all-acting poison negator, all it did was slow the poison down.

But Merlin could see the file, she'd ran their blood and done every test she could on both their most recent blood samples and the ones taken when they were injected.

"She's probably working on a better and quicker antidote than what we had," Merlin mumbled. "Yeah, that's all she's doing,"

Maggie came home later than Merlin. "Hey, you hungry?" Merlin smiled.

"Not really, darling I've been working on a proper antidote for months, seriously months and nothing is working," she complained.

"Literally nothing! I can't even figure out what the poisons in that mix were, if I could do that, I could work out a mix of the antidotes for each of those poisons," she groaned as she collapsed on the couch.

"You'll figure it out my love, you always do," Merlin said kissing her cheek, Maggie smiled looking over her notes.

"Thank you, love"

"Put the notes down, they'll be there tomorrow," Merlin said later in the night Maggie sighed rubbing her eyes.

"You're right, I've got a couple theories to try in the lab tomorrow," she said placing the book down.

"Come on, to bed we go," he said holding onto her hand pulling her up off the couch.

"I love you," Maggie smiled kissing him, Merlin kissed back crowding her against the door.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, Maggie pushed away. "I. . .I can't I'm sorry," she said.

"What? What is your problem? Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? Do you think you're too good for me now? That I'm damaged goods now? Huh!" Merlin shouted.

"No! Of course not!" Maggie said quickly.

"Then look at me like I'm a person again!"

"I can't! Okay? I just can't! It's too much all I see is the view from your glasses as you exploded! How your voice just stopped! The blood on your glasses! And I had Ginger telling me we needed to continue the mission and help Harry and Eggsy! But I couldn't and then weeks later we found you and oh my god the state you were in.

I collapsed into Tequila, Then. . .Then Ginger needed help during the surgery and you were flatling and the machines were going off and Ginger was fanatically trying to get you breathing again and I. . .Froze until Harry came in to calm me down, tell me it wasn't you, it was any other agent I've performed surgery on, we had to cover your face, I could barely even function as a medic, never mind as your wife.

I sat on the floor of my surgery room just thinking, thinking, what if you died, what if you flatlined and I froze again with no one to help, what if you got better and went back into the field and you got hurt again and I couldn't do anything and every time I see those scars, It's all I think about, I can only see you nearly dead on my table, I love you but I'm scared!" She cried sat on the edge of their bed with her head in her hands.

"And I'm so selfish because I can't imagine what you're going through if I'm like this, I can't imagine what your head is like and I-I don't know how to talk about it because you don't like to talk about your emotions and I'm fine with that! Because it's always small things like Eggsy pissing you off, even when you were grieving Harry we didn't talk about it much I could deal with them, I know those emotions, I've felt them but how do I deal with this,"

Merlin knelt in front of her. "Maggie, look at me," he said gently.

"Don't act like I'm a child Hamish" She groaned.

"I'm not but I need you to look at me" he said.

Maggie rested her chin on her hands looking at him, he took her hand. "Trust me," he said gently, he moved her hand under his shirt placing it over his heart. "You can feel that right?" She nodded "I'm alive and I'm healthy and that's because of you and your amazing work, you keep each and every single Kingsman healthy and alive and I love you for that," he leaned up kissing her.

"How about this, we go to sleep, if you wake up with a nightmare, you wake me up as well and we work through it together, you're not selfish, this hurts you as much as me, I didn't suffer alone and you won't either,"

Maggie smiled kissing him "Thank you," she said gently.

They settled into bed, Maggie laid against Merlin's chest listening to his heart and it was the first time in months she'd slept soundly.

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[holdmeclosertinytaron]

RHW: Chapter Ten

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PLEASE READ: I don't quite have the words to describe how I feel right now. After 14 months of planning, writing, editing, reading, and editing some more, Right Here, Waiting is finished. Other than the epilogue, which comes out next weekend, the story of Liliana and Taron has come to a close. I have had the best time with this story and I love that you have all loved it the way I have.

And I just want to throw an extra special thank you to the one and only @brayndilyn. Not only has she become a close friend this past year, she has also held me up at times when she didn't know I needed it. Without her and her dedication to this story, it wouldn't be half as good as what it is. She gave me knowledge on New York, and she's been the smut queen for me.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: Smut, explicit language

May 20th, 2022

It was early evening by the time they drove into Fort William. Both Liliana and Taron were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep until the following day. They had been on the road for almost twelve hours, and they hadn’t slept much the night before. 

After spending so much time thinking about things that they could potentially do on their weekend excursion, it was nice that they were finally close enough to rest and spend a couple of days together just the two of them. They had nothing else to worry about except one another.

Taron had intended to surprise Liliana with the trip at the beginning of the month, but with conflicting work schedules and commitments that they couldn’t get out of, they weren’t both free at the same time until a couple of weeks later. He had planned for them to celebrate six months since they first reunited at the book launch. 

He also wanted to celebrate Liliana and her having handed in the first chapter of her second book. She had worked tirelessly to come up with a new concept, and had spent more time in meetings and at coffee shops writing than she had anything else. Taron wanted her to have a couple of days to relax and not have to think about anything.  

When he’d come up with the idea to surprise her with their first trip away as a couple, Taron had talked to his mum constantly trying to think of places to go for the weekend. It wasn’t until Liliana had suggested they head up to Edinburgh for the Christmas Markets that Taron thought of the Scottish Highlands. 

Liliana had spent some of the most pivotal years of her life in Scotland, but had never managed to take a trip to the Highlands like she’d always wanted to. She had mentioned to Taron that it was a place she would love to visit, so Taron knew that he’d found the perfect getaway for them. 

It also gave him the perfect excuse to introduce her to one of his favourite pastimes, weekends in the campervan where they could stop wherever they wanted to take in the views or have a break. 

He hadn’t wanted to tell Liliana about the trip until the day before they left, but when he’d left a tab open on his laptop on the one day that Liliana got home from work early and saw it a week before the trip, he had to tell her. Liliana couldn’t have been more excited if she tried. 

For days she researched things that they could do, and the best places to eat. They were only going to be in Scotland for three days but she wanted them to have options and to know where things were so that they didn’t have to spend much of their time looking for places to eat. 

The closer the trip got, the more Liliana’s excitement grew. She kept looking at photos of places where they could park the campervan and she would show Taron each of them. When she wasn’t looking at photos, she was looking up the best service stations that they could go to on the drive for bathroom breaks and to buy more snacks to get them through. 

On the morning that they left, Taron made sure that they had enough fuel to get them a decent way up the country and made all of the necessary checks to the campervan so that they knew they would be safe, and Liliana made them both a flask of coffee to help them stay awake on the journey. 

They left the flat at six thirty that morning but didn’t pull into the Morrisons car park in Fort William until almost six in the evening. Taron had hoped to get there a couple of hours earlier, but on their lunch stop, they ate and then decided to have a quick nap to refresh themselves for the afternoon stint of driving. 

The nap wasn’t enough to stop them from being exhausted when they got to Scotland. Liliana couldn’t imagine how much more tired Taron was than her, as he’d been the sole driver. Many of the stops had been so that he could stretch his legs and gain feeling in his bum that had gone numb multiple times. 

A little while before they got to Fort William, Liliana had compiled a list in her phone of things that they should buy to put them on for the weekend. Taron let her take charge in the shop, following her around as she put food in the trolley. 

‘So we’re only getting stuff for breakfast and lunch?’ Liliana asked as they got to the sausages. 

‘Yeah,’ Taron nodded. ‘I was thinking we could grab pizza on the way to our first stop tonight, and then tomorrow we could go to a pub or something. Then Sunday we’ll be on the way back so we’ll be getting food on the road.’ 

‘Fair enough. Do you have a gas cooker or something in the van?’ 

‘Yep. But the pans in the van are quite small.’ 

‘That’s fine.’ Liliana grabbed a pack of sausages from the fridge and started to head towards the bread section. ‘Sausage sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow? We could use the leftover sausages to make that hash that I cook and you love?’ 

Taron’s eyes lit up and he nodded dramatically. ‘We could have that for breakfast on Sunday before we set off home? That way we’ve got something hearty in us. There’s some spices and stuff already in the cupboard too.’ 

‘That sounds like a plan. I just need some tinned potatoes and a tin of beans then and that’s breakfast sorted.’ 

They continued around the shop getting bits that they would need, and a few extras that they could enjoy. Liliana grabbed some marshmallows and digestive biscuits. Having not had S’mores in years, she felt it only fitting that they have them at least once while they were away. 

While Liliana was looking at bottles of wine, Taron slyly put a bottle of Champagne in the trolley underneath the rest of the food. He knew that Liliana wouldn’t pay attention to anything that happened at the tills so she wouldn’t see it until he wanted her to.

Taron had already planned where they were going to stop that first night, and it was only a short drive to get there. Once they were a safe distance away from the side of the road, and in an area where it was legal to park overnight, Taron opened the back doors of the campervan so that they could eat while looking out at the River Lochy. 

Liliana grabbed two plates from the storage box and plated their pizza. The bottom of the pizza boxes were covered in grease from the pizza and she didn’t want them to stain the bed sheets. 

As they lounged on the bed eating, they enjoyed the gentle breeze that floated across the water and into the van. A few leaves that had fallen to the ground danced around in tiny swirls before they landed on the water and drifted to waters unknown.

Liliana rested her head against Taron’s shoulder once she’d finished her pizza, and Taron let his hand move to her knee where he squeezed it gently. 

‘Thank you for this, my love,’ she said softly as a leaf found its way into the campervan. 

‘You are more than welcome, Love Bug. What do you think? Should we make a campfire tonight? It’s still quite early and the sun will set soon so we’ll have plenty of time to relax and enjoy it?

‘I meant it that I wanted you to have this weekend to relax. I want us to be able to spend forty eight uninterrupted hours of us. You, me, the waters of Scotland, the campervan, sex. Lots and lots of sex.’  

Liliana let out a laugh before she leaned up to press her lips to Taron’s. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and she granted him access, twisting so that she could climb over him and straddle his lap. 

Taron chuckled into the kiss as his hands roamed down to grip onto Liliana’s bum. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it whole, leaning forward just enough that Liliana had to wrap her arms around his neck to hold herself upright. 

Pulling away just enough to rest her forehead against Taron, Liliana moved her hands to cup his neck softly. ‘A bonfire sounds good.’ 

‘All of that and all you got out of it was that a bonfire sounds good?’ Taron questioned with a guffaw that filled the camper. Liliana basked in the sound, and wished that she could listen to it on repeat for all of eternity. ‘Really?’ 

‘The sex sounds alright too, I guess.’ Liliana teased Taron and she knew it worked when he squeezed the flesh of her behind. ‘Forty eight uninterrupted hours of sex with you?’ 

Taron nodded against her before he pecked her lips three times in quick succession. ‘Who else would you be having sex with?’ 

‘Nobody as good as you.’ 

‘Fuck, Lil, where have you been hiding all this time?’ 

Taron tensed the second the words left his mouth. Liliana tensed at the same time and pulled away from him slightly. But she remained on his lap, looking at him with an intense concentration that left Taron concerned and curious. 

It had been a while since any conversation relating to the time where they weren’t talking had been brought up. They’d gotten into a good routine of being able to ignore it, but Taron knew that mentioning hiding would have Liliana reeling and her feelings all over the place. 

He looked at Liliana who looked back at him. She bit the inside of her mouth and took a deep breath before reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. Taron immediately leaned in to the touch and Liliana smiled at him a little. She had tears in her eyes and Taron wished for nothing more than to be able to reword everything. 

‘Lil, I’m so sorry.’ 

‘It’s fine,’ Liliana sniffled through a tiny smile. 

Taron shook his head firmly. ‘It’s not fine, Liliana. I should have thought about what I was saying more. I didn’t mean it like-’ 

‘I know you didn’t. That’s why it’s fine.’

A tear managed to escape down Liliana’s cheek despite her best efforts to stop herself from crying. Taron wiped it away as fast as he could, and Liliana shook her head at him gently. 

‘I worried that coming to Scotland would bring up a lot of old memories for me. That’s why I went really crazy about looking at things that we could do and eat. I didn’t want to have a moment to think back to being a teenager and everything.’ 

‘Oh shit,’ Taron sighed. He pulled Liliana into his arms and rocked her softly. In all of his haste to plan the perfect trip for them, he hadn’t even thought about what being back in Scotland could do to Liliana and how she would feel. ‘I didn’t even think about that. I am so sorry. Do you want to go back home?’ 

Liliana shook her head with as much firmness as Taron had previously. She curled into him a little tighter but tilted her head up so that she could look at him. Her hand was still on his cheek and she could feel his heart beating against hers. 

‘Don’t be sorry. I promise I’m okay. I’m a little embarrassed because I’m emotional and trying to hold back the tears, but they aren’t the kind of tears that I expected.’ 

Taron’s eyebrows wrinkled in the middle and Liliana rubbed them away with the pad of her thumb. ‘How so?’ 

‘I expected being here to make me feel like the person I was back then. I felt small and unseen. My entire world came crumbling down when I got on the train. But it wasn’t my world of being at home. It wasn��t because I was leaving my family behind. It was because I was leaving you behind. You were my world, and leaving you broke me. 

‘It took a lot of therapy time to come to terms with everything I went through, as I’ve told you before. I’m not going into that because this is our holiday and I’m trying really hard not to be a party pooper right now.’ 

‘You could do no such thing,’ Taron whispered. He kissed the top of Liliana’s head and her eyes fluttered closed for a short second. ‘I mean it, if you want to talk about everything that happened, then by all means tell me. If you’d rather not, then you don’t have to.’ 

Liliana took a moment to respond. She looked out at the river and allowed her breathing to sync up with the slow current. Everything she said here would be whisked away by the breeze and the water. The thought alone made her feel a little better. 

‘I always wondered what it would be like to have you in Edinburgh with me,’ she continued after she was sure she wouldn’t cry any more. ‘Or what it would be like if I hadn’t left when I did. The past few months have been amazing and it makes me wonder if we would have admitted our feelings earlier if we’d have been together.’ 

Taron’s chest rose and fell against Liliana’s cheek as he looked out over the water. The sun had started to set and filled the campervan with a beautiful orange glow. 

‘I don’t know,’ he answered truthfully. ‘I was so scared to confess how I felt back then that I potentially wouldn’t have said anything in pure terror that you’d have laughed in my face.’ 

‘I would never,’ Liliana said quickly. 

‘I know but I wasn’t much to look at back then, was I?’ 

‘Yes, you were.’ 

Taron laughed as though he didn’t believe a word she was saying, and Liliana twisted again so that she could look at him face to face.

‘You were the most gorgeous boy in our year,’ she told him truthfully, her hands moving to cup his cheeks. ‘I didn’t look at any other boy but you. Nothing has changed in that respect.’ 

She laughed to herself and leaned forward just enough to capture Taron’s lip with her own. 

‘Don’t flatter me like that, Love bug.’ 

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ Liliana smiled up at him and kissed him once more before moving to straddle him again. ‘You were, and continue to be, the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. And it’s not just your looks, because you are stunning beyond belief, it’s how whenever we’re in a room full of people, you’re always already looking at me when I glance at you.’ 

‘It’s the way you send me songs when they remind you of me. It’s the way that you pull me into a dance whenever there’s music playing and we’re out, or when we’re at home. It’s the fact that you’re my best friend. 

‘It’s you driving me around on a night time when I’ve had a shit day and just need to cry. It’s the way you caught me when I fell. The way you kiss me like your life depends on it. 

‘It’s you buying books I love and reading them just so that you can talk to me about them. I know you didn’t think I knew, but I knew, and I love it. But most of all, it’s the fact that I know you’re here to stay. After everything we’ve been through, I know that you’re not going to let go of me just as much as I’m not going to run away again. 

‘There’s no genuine evidence for thinking that. Because we don’t know what’s going to happen. We don’t know what’s going to happen two days from now, or two years. But I believe it anyway. I love you.’ 

Taron blinked back the tears that had filled his eyes. Liliana cupped his cheeks and wiped the ones that fell away as she leaned forward to kiss his lips. Taron sniffled quietly while he held Liliana impossibly close to his body. 

Her heart beat hard against his chest, and his eyes fluttered softly down at her. She looked at him with big eyes as she continued to wipe away his tears. 

‘I’m sorry,’ she mumbled against his ear. ‘I didn’t mean to make you cry.’ 

‘They’re not sad tears.’ Taron sniffled again and moved Liliana so he could kiss her again. 

Her lips were soft against his and she granted him immediate access when he traced her lower lip with his tongue. Liliana ran her hands through the hair at the nape of Taron’s neck, and he roamed his hands down the length of her back until he cupped her bum again. 

Liliana moaned into his mouth and he chuckled softly, pulling her hips tightly over his. The response in his dick was almost instant, and Liliana ground against him on her own to try and get Taron to make the moans that had her weak at the knees. 

‘I can tell what you’re doing,’ he mumbled against her lips when he pulled away for breath. 

‘I am merely loving on my boyfriend,’ Liliana smirked, grinding her hips once more. Taron held her hips tightly to still her movements so that he could lean her backwards to lay on the bed. ‘I can tell what you’re doing, mister.’ 

‘Me? I am merely loving on my girlfriend.’ 

Liliana raised her eyebrows at Taron who simply winked at her before leaning to capture her lips once more. He was hard against Liliana’s core and she moaned into him when he moved their hips together. Taron loved the sounds that left her, and wished for nothing more than to be the one to make her moan that way for the rest of her life. 

‘Love on me all you want, T.’ 

‘Well if you insist.’ 

Liliana hadn’t realised just how small the campervan was until they attempted to undress one another in the space. Taron’s head hit the roof multiple times, and Liliana almost knocked over everything on the one shelf as she lifted her arms when Taron removed her top. 

In the end they decided against trying to be sensual and to just undress themselves to save from anymore injuries. They both laid on the bed and shimmied their bottoms and underwear off at the same time which made them both giggle like school kids. 

When they were naked, Taron tucked a piece of hair behind Liliana’s ear and let his fingers drift down her neck and to her collarbone where he leaned down to kiss. Liliana’s eyes closed shut and her hands found their way to Taron’s hair. She tugged it softly and Taron groaned delicately onto her skin. 

His lips planted kisses down her chest until he got to her breast. He let his tongue run around Liliana’s nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Liliana moaned loudly and tugged his hair tighter. 

‘That feels so good,’ she whimpered when he took her other breast in his hand and pinched her nipple. ‘I need you, Taron.’ 

‘Patience, Love Bug. I want to take my time with you today. I haven’t had the chance to do that recently, and you deserve all of the love and care I can give you.’ 

Liliana peered down at him and protruded her lips into a small pout. Taron, used to her always begging for the end, was not deterred by her action.  

‘Not yet, sweet girl. Like I said, we have forty-eight uninterrupted hours of just us, and I am going to savour every single one of them.’ 

Taron continued his tour of Liliana’s body, kissing all of his favourite parts of her. Because that was all of her, it was a long, drawn out expedition that had Liliana moaning next to him. Taron loved every second of the journey, and he loved it more and more each day. 

By the time he got to the tops of her thighs, he was laid between her thighs and Liliana squirmed above him, but he took extra time licking and kissing her skin on his way to her centre. Though he never kissed exactly where she needed him to. 

He used one free hand to steady her squirming underneath him and the other to rub small, delicate circles into the thigh he wasn’t kissing and nipping. 

‘Taron, please. I need you, baby.’ Liliana begged Taron as the inferno grew hotter between her legs. She was desperate to feel the fullness of Taron inside her. It was her favourite feeling. 

‘I haven’t quite finished my worship of you. Now, if you please, stop squirming and let me continue this or I promise, it will take a lot longer than you’d like. I could do this all day.’ Taron looked up from between her thighs and grinned as though he were the devil. It was a sweet smile laced with desire and passion. 

‘You are such a tease, Egerton,’ Liliana whimpered above him. Her hands had found their way to his hair and she massaged his scalp, smirking to herself when he struggled to keep his eyes open. ‘But just know the next time I get my hands on you, you are getting the same treatment.’ 

She huffed in playful frustration before she pushed herself back into the covers to begrudgingly admit defeat. Taron only smirked at her with a wink so small it was almost unnoticeable. 

‘Oh, baby girl, I very much look forward to it.’ 

With Liliana still above him, Taron continued to kiss down her leg until he got to her ankle. The hand that had held her stomach trailed down her leg until he could squeeze her foot lovingly. Liliana sighed above him before tilting her head to look at him. 

Taron looked up at her through thick eyelashes and the sight was enough for Liliana to need to press her legs together to get some friction. But Taron stopped her, using his hand to anchor her legs apart. 

‘I don’t think so. You’re going to be a good girl and let me do this, or you don’t get to cum until I say you can.’ 

Liliana gulped as her eyes widened slightly. Her heart beat ten times faster in her chest as she looked at Taron. He watched her for a minute before he started to kiss back up her leg where he settled himself comfortably between them both. 

He held onto her thigh as he leaned down to press a kiss to her entrance. His nose brushed against her clit and Liliana’s legs jerked under him. Liliana’s hands gripped the covers by her side. The sensation sent her into overdrive and all the pent up emotion and teasing pushed her close to her release. 

Taron let his tongue run from her entrance to her clit where he licked and sucked at a pace that he thought would tease Liliana. But along with everything else she felt that night, it brought her orgasm on faster than she had been expecting. 

Liliana moaned above Taron and her hips lifted away from the mattress and into Taron’s face more. Taron grabbed onto her bum and held her in place as he continued to kiss and suck her core to help her ride the waves of her orgasm. 

He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as she came down from the high, and he let his thumbs massage the sides of her thighs to help calm her down. 

When Liliana had come back down to earth finally, Taron moved himself up her body so that he could kiss her. Liliana tasted herself on his lips and her eyes fell closed. It was such an intimately erotic action and she couldn’t get enough. 

All of the teasing had affected Taron as well, and he was harder than he thought possible. He’d started to leak pre-cum and was getting increasingly uncomfortable the longer he waited to do the one thing he wanted to. His patience had worn thin and as he looked at Liliana, the desire was bright in his eyes. 

‘I’m not quite finished with you yet, Love Bug. Ready for another? Maybe two?’ 

Liliana nodded through a dazed look. ‘Always ready for you, my love.’ 

Taron lined himself up with Liliana’s entrance and let out a deep groan at the feeling that shot through his body. Liliana gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. He obliged and let his lips linger as he entered her. He pushed up into her so hard that the bed shifted and Liliana knocked her head on the metal wall that separated them from the cab. 

Liliana rubbed her head to ease the pain that formed while she let out a strained laugh. Taron’s eyes widened and he stilled inside her while he pulled his lips into his mouth. He tried to hold back a laugh while he placed his hand on top of Liliana’s. 

‘Are you okay?’ 

Liliana slapped Taron’s chest playfully. ‘You need to be more careful. There’s less room here than at home.’ 

‘You’re the one that jumped me in this tiny van.’

Liliana’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. ‘Piss off. You know that you’re the one who started this.’ 

‘Touché,’ Taron laughed softly, leaning down to kiss Liliana once, twice, three times. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ 

Liliana nodded. ‘Yeah. Please move, you’re killing me here.’ 

Taron pulled out of her until only the tip of his dick teased her entrance. 

‘T, what are you doing? Stop teasing me and get on with it already,’ Liliana whimpered. She was so riled up from one orgasm already that having the full feeling of Taron buried inside her being snatched away so quickly made her need for him even stronger. She clawed at his back to hold him close. ‘Please.’ 

Taron leaned in close to her ear, grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged it slightly while growling, ‘I told you before, be a good girl for me…or I won’t let you cum until I say so.’ 

Liliana had seen Taron take control with her before and she loved it, but he had never been so dominant. She didn’t think it was possible considering how sweet he was, but it was making her even more soaked. No matter how much she tried to squeeze her legs around Taron, he used his hips to keep them apart. 

His eyes were a deeper shade of green when he pulled away from Liliana’s ear, and she looked at him with a shaky breath. ‘I’ll be good, T, please let me cum.’ 

‘We shall see,’ Taron said as he cocked an eyebrow and slammed back into her at the same time. 

To keep her in place, Taron grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the pillow next to her head while he thrust in and out of her. Not having control of her hands normally would have made Liliana uncomfortable, but with Taron she felt safe and it turned her on more than she cared to admit. 

‘Fuck, Taron, that feels so good,’ she moaned loudly. Taron kept his pace but thrust into her so hard that she could feel him in her stomach.

Taron moved his hands from her wrists and intertwined their fingers instead, kissing her with a ferocity that caught him off guard just as much as it did Liliana. He knew that he wanted to coax at least two more orgasms out of Liliana before he reached his own climax, so he slowed his pace slightly and reigned himself in so he could last longer for her. 

He could tell that Liliana was close to her second orgasm thanks to the constant stream of moans that Taron adored so much. Her walls clenched around him and he kept the pace as he leaned down to kiss her once. 

‘That’s a good girl. Now, cum for me, Lil.’ 

It was unusual for Liliana to orgasm from penetration alone, but Taron’s commands had her coming undone for a second time. This second one was stronger than the first. Their hands were still intertwined next to her head and all Liliana could do was absorb the pleasure. She let out multiple, noise defying moans with some expletives mixed in. 

While it was unlikely with how remote the area they were in was, Taron leaned down to swallow her moans with kisses just in case someone was around and could hear them. The back doors of the campervan were still open and a chill breeze drifted in and whispered against their clammy skin, but they were so caught up in each other that they couldn’t care less. 

‘That’s my gorgeous girl.’ Taron continued to thrust through Liliana’s orgasm so that she had no time to recover. Watching her come undone underneath him made his entire body ignite in a fire he hadn’t known before. ‘Keep going.’ 

‘I can’t,’ Liliana whimpered pitifully. ‘I can’t.’ 

‘You can,’ Taron nodded. ‘I know you’ve got it in you. You could let go at least four more times.’ 

Liliana shook her head. 

‘You can. I know you can. Just give me one more, baby girl. Gimme one more like the good girl you are.’ 

Holding himself at bay through two of Liliana’s orgasms was not an easy feat for Taron and he now became a man on a mission, keeping his thrusts at a constant pace. Liliana moved her legs up to wrap them around Taron’s waist to pull him in deeper and to keep her knees from hitting the side of the van. 

‘Feels so good, T. You make me feel so good.’ 

‘Fuck, yes, Lil, you feel amazing.’ Taron could feel himself getting close to his own climax and he knew that it wouldn’t take long for Liliana to fall into her third orgasm of the night. He moved one of his hands down between them where they met to rub circles on her clit, knowing that it was the fastest way to get her going. 

Liliana wrapped her arms around Taron’s neck and arched her back off the bed so that they were chest to chest. She could feel the pleasure building in her core as Taron continued to rub circles into her clit and she let herself fall into an abyss of pleasure, shouting out Taron’s name. Her orgasm squeezed Taron and his own orgasm washed over him. He emptied himself inside Liliana and rode out both of their orgasms with a few final thrusts. 

Completely spent, they both laid there for a few moments, their breaths heavy and their skin sweaty and sticky. After a few moments, Taron very carefully flipped them over so that Liliana was laying on his chest. 

Taron landed a playful slap on Liliana’s bum and praised her, ‘Good girl, you took me so well. Told you that you could give me another.’ Liliana’s wits were still too scrambled to form a coherent thought so she just let out a few moans and mumbles while she nodded into his chest. Taron chuckled and kissed the top of her head. 

They laid together in complete silence, just letting the soothing sounds of nature surround them. Liliana couldn’t help but notice how peaceful the moment felt. By all accounts, she should have felt incredibly shy. She just had three orgasms with the doors of the campervan open, while Taron commanded her and she enjoyed it. She had never known this side of her, but instead of feeling awkward, she only felt safe and loved. This was the life she was supposed to be living and it felt calm. 

After a few more moments of silence, Taron leaned his head up, ‘What do you say we just skip the bonfire tonight and get some sleep?’ 

‘We were going to have a bonfire? I thought you just wanted uninterrupted sex?’ Liliana looked up and winked at him as she said it. Taron chuckled softly and rubbed his hands up and down her back until Liliana drifted off to sleep in his arms. 

When Taron was sure that Liliana was fully asleep he moved her as gracefully as possible so he could get up and shut the campervan doors and close the curtains. Once that was done, he climbed back into the bed and pulled Liliana’s back to his chest and covered them both. She adjusted slightly and scooted her bum right up to his hips, but didn’t wake up. Taron shook his head to himself and whispered, ‘Sleep well, my love’ before drifting off himself. 

May 21st, 2022

Liliana woke to the sound of the rain that pelted against the roof of the campervan. She pulled the covers around her to keep out the chill that had made its way into the space despite the doors being closed and the curtains being drawn. Taron remained tucked tightly at Liliana’s back, and his light snores mixed with the rain lulled Liliana back to sleep. 

The rain had stopped by the time she woke up again. It was silent outside besides the rushing of water at a small stream that had formed off of the river, leading to the campervan. The silence was loud, and Liliana grabbed her phone in an effort to stop her mind from racing. 

She’d taken a series of photos the previous day of the drive through Scotland and she wanted to post them to Instagram, but before she could, she saw a post that stopped her in her tracks. 

In all of the excitement of getting to Fort William and spending time with Taron the previous day, she’d somehow forgotten that the new Harry Styles album had dropped and she’d missed it. For six weeks she had listened to As It Was on repeat and had done nothing but talk about her excitement for the full album. 

It was just past seven and Liliana knew that Taron wouldn’t be awake for another hour or so at least, and then the chances of him falling back to sleep were high, so she knew that she would have time to listen to the album the way she’d wanted to, song at a time with a short break between each one to really think about it.

When she opened Spotify to listen to the album, the rain started up again and created a gentle beat against the metal roof above her. The sound of the rain and the comfort of Taron being curled up into her back made for the perfect time to listen. 

Her earphones were in her bag and with Taron’s arms wrapped around her naked middle as tightly as they were, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get them to listen. So she turned her volume down even more on her phone before she pressed play on the first song. 

The opening notes of the first song had her hooked immediately. It was upbeat and fun, and by the time Harry belted out ‘You know I love you, babe’, Liliana had a huge grin plastered on her face. She thought about the man who slept so peacefully behind her, with his breath tickling the back of her neck, and how much she loved him. 

The second song took her back to the beginning of the year when they spent many a late night talking on the phone. When they weren’t on a phone call, they were texting or just sending photos to one another to describe their evenings. Liliana had loved every second of that time. 

‘Now you’re in my life / I can’t get you off my mind’ had Liliana reeling. Two lines of a song had never summed up how she felt so perfectly. She wondered how Harry had managed to inject everything she felt into the album, and she was only two songs into the album. 

The first few songs had her bobbing her head softly and wiggling her feet to the beats of the songs. When Liliana’s phone lit up with a text message notification from Evelyn, she did a double take at the title of the song that just started. 

Matilda. 

It took a matter of seconds for Liliana’s emotions to get too much for her and for tears to stream down her cheeks. By the end of the song, her entire body shook as she sobbed. She tried her best to calm her breathing so that she wouldn’t wake Taron, and she had to pause the album so that she didn’t miss anything while crying. 

Liliana couldn’t quite comprehend how one song could make her feel so many conflicting emotions. For a second she was tempted to wake Taron so that she could talk through it with him, but he got so little time away from work and was always the first person to comfort her so she let him sleep for a little longer. 

She played the song for a second time so that she could be sure she heard it properly the first time. The second listen made her cry even more. It was a song that spoke to her on a visceral level, and she was unsure how she would ever be the same again after hearing it. 

When Harry crooned ‘You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / You can start a family who will always show you love / You don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own’, Liliana’s breath caught in her throat. 

Taron had gone above and beyond for her for so long, and it took until then for Liliana to know just how badly she needed everything he’d offered her. She finally took the time to acknowledge that she was ready to accept everything he offered her, no matter how scary it was. 

One of her favourite quotes from university pops into her mind. ‘It doesn’t take a lot of strength to hang on. It takes a lot of strength to let go’. Listening to Harry tell her that she can let everything go made everything click into place. 

She’d spent so much of her life worrying that she’d been weak for leaving and running to Edinburgh. To Liliana, she had left the hard life to move on to a new life. But now she knew that wasn’t the case. It had taken strength to leave. 

Liliana stared at the curtains on the campervan. Tears still clouded her vision but she was a little more in control of her emotions by that point. She thought about everything that had happened with Taron, and what could still happen. 

Liliana was finally ready to open up completely. She wanted to start a new life with Taron, and to let all of the pain from her past go. The thought of being free from the guilt of leaving and not seeing Matilda made her shake a little in her spot. 

In the past few months, her relationship with Matilda had grown even more, and they were closer than ever. Liliana had bought Matilda her own phone so that she didn’t have to use Eliza’s to contact her, and they texted at least once a day, if not more. 

Liliana also accepted the fact that she could spend time without having to spend time near her mum too. The two weren’t mutually exclusive. Liliana could go to Wales and take Matilda out for the day. Eliza never had to be a part of her time with her sister. 

The final song in the album was yet another moment where Liliana stopped in her tracks, and her breath caught in her throat. Yet another song had Liliana wondering how Harry had managed to inject her life into it. 

‘Baby, you were the love of my life / Maybe, you don’t know it’s lost til you find it / It’s not what I wanted / To leave you behind / Don’t know where you’ll land when you fly / But baby, you were the love of my life’. 

Taron was the love of her life. They had only been dating for a couple of months, but everything from their past led Liliana to believe that she would never love anybody the way that she loved Taron. She hadn’t realised how much she loved him when she left for Edinburgh, until she was there. 

Now that she had him back, she wouldn’t let him go. Not if she could help it. Taron was everything Liliana had ever needed, and she was willing to do anything she could to show Taron that she wanted him and that she would love him with everything in her being. 

***

After an afternoon of hiking up Ben Nevis and an evening eating food in a local pub before they headed to their second stop off for the night, a bonfire by the water was just what Taron and Liliana needed to unwind. 

Liliana had listened to the album another two times during the day, once on her own when they were headed up a particularly difficult part of the mountain, and once with Taron. The entire time he listened to it, Taron looked at Liliana. 

He had just as many conflicting feelings as Liliana had the first time she’d listened. And when he heard Matilda for the first time, his shoulders dropped and he pulled Liliana into his body to hold her close. 

While they listened, he had whispered numerous times how much he loved her, and she’d reciprocated that love. It wouldn’t be the last time that they would listen to the album together. 

The heat from the bonfire warmed Liliana through to the bone as she looked over Loch Eil. It had grown chillier near the loch as the evening drew closed and nighttime ascended upon them. The moon shone bright in the sky and lit up the water’s surface with glitters of silver and white. 

It was silent except for the crickets in the hills across that surrounded them, and the breeze that still wrapped around the area as though it were a warm blanket. Liliana basked in the serenity she was bathed in while Taron added more sticks to the fire to keep it alight for a little longer. 

Liliana had grabbed blankets from the campervan that she and Taron could curl up in while they sat around the fire. She showed Taron how to make the best S’more and he ate so many that his stomach hurt. Liliana could only chuckle at him as she took another bite of her own with a huge grin on her face. 

‘Those are good,’ Taron smiled at her. He kissed her lips and then licked his clean from the melted marshmallow that had transferred. ‘I’m just going to go grab another drink. Do you want one?’ 

Liliana shook her head and held her mug up at him. ‘Still got some. Thank you though, babe.’ 

Taron nodded as he stood from his seat and walked over to the campervan. Rocks crunched under his feet with each step. Liliana watched as he went, and bit the inside of her cheek when he wiggled his butt at her. She tittered softly and turned back to the water as he climbed into the back of the camper. 

‘I’ve been thinking a lot about something,’ Taron said when he made his way back to Liliana a few seconds later. ‘I love you.’ 

‘I love you too,’ Liliana responded instantly. She never had to think about whether she loved him or not, it was just a fact. ‘But what’s got you thinking about that?’ 

Taron shook his head as he sat back down. He held his arm at the side of him and Liliana eyed it curiously. Taron ignored her glances and continued to talk. 

‘I’ve been thinking about us–don’t worry, nothing bad. It’s just…what you said yesterday really struck a chord. About me and how you just know that I’m here to stay? I realised I never answered anything you said.’ 

‘Yeah because you were too busy giving me three orgasms,’ Liliana mused. 

Taron smirked but quickly shook his head, ‘I could have made it four. Anyway, as I was saying, you are the best person I’ve ever known. You make me feel like the happiest version of me. And I honestly think that had it not been for our time apart, we wouldn’t be where we are now.’ 

Liliana smiled knowingly. ‘I know. I keep wondering what would have happened if I’d have stayed but I think we would have been stuck. I wouldn’t have admitted anything to you because I never would have gone through the things I did when I was in Edinburgh. I wouldn’t have gone to therapy and pieced everything together.’ 

‘I was so in love with you back then that I was scared I would have scared you away if I said anything. It took me losing you to realise how big of a pedestal I’d put you on back then. Not that I was wrong to, I mean, look at you.’ Taron paused to look Liliana up and down. Her cheeks grew a deeper shade of red and she pulled her lips into her mouth. ‘You are, and have always been, perfect. And you are by far the strongest person I have ever had the privilege of knowing.

‘When we listened to the album earlier, I listened and all I could think was, there’s this woman who has gone through more than I could ever comprehend and she’s still going. You’re so strong that you left and did what you needed to. Leaving made you stronger, and if I’m being honest, it made you an even better person. 

‘You’re no longer the person you were back then. You’re an adult who is whole. You know what you need in a person and I hope that I can be everything for you.’ 

‘You are,’ Liliana whispered as she wrapped her arms around one of Taron’s and rested her head on his shoulder. ‘You’re more than everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and needed, you are.’ 

Taron beamed at her words and grabbed the champagne bottle that he had been hiding and popped the cork with a flourish. ‘I bought this yesterday to celebrate six months together and all of your achievements with the second book.’ He filled his cup and Liliana’s with champagne and raised it to toast her.

‘Cheers to you Liliana, and to us, I’m so glad that we found our way back to one another,’ Taron said sincerely. ‘You are the love of my life.’ 

Liliana kissed his shoulder and looked at him, ‘And you’re mine. Forever.’

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[tegerton]

Hii can I request smut?

Hi there! I actually don't write smut. Hope this helps, have a good day!

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[taronfanfic]

I had a thought the other day about feeding my stories into AI and getting it to write me the trilogy ending to Rewind and Fast Forward based on my own work. (I know what I want the plot and title to be for the third part). So I had a little experiment tonight, and asides from the length restrictions and rejection of explicit content I did manage to get it to write me something!

I fed it Familiar as it's the most PG thing I've written and I asked it to write a part 2, so I'll copy in what it came up with and let you see all the flaws for yourself.

Taron's fingers nervously drummed on the polished surface of the bar, his gaze darting around the dimly lit room as he waited. He'd chosen a cozy, out-of-the-way bar, hoping it would provide some respite from the prying eyes of the paparazzi that seemed to be following his every move lately.

As he looked around, the low murmur of conversations and the soft clinking of glasses against the bar created a comforting ambiance. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Would Y/N show up? What if this was all just a wild coincidence, and she didn't actually remember him from their shared past?

His anxious thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bar's entrance opening. Taron's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Y/N stepping inside. The soft glow of the bar's lighting caught her features, making her smile all the more inviting. She walked over, her eyes locking onto his as she approached the barstool next to his.

"Hey," she greeted with a warm smile, taking the seat.

"Hey," Taron responded, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

The bartender came over, and Taron ordered their drinks, a cocktail for Y/N and a whiskey for himself. As they waited for their drinks to arrive, Taron couldn't help but feel a sense of ease settling in. The awkwardness that sometimes accompanied first meetings was absent, replaced by a strangely comfortable familiarity.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they were old friends catching up after a long separation. They talked about their lives, their interests, and their experiences since that shared holiday all those years ago. The stories flowed naturally, punctuated by laughter and genuine curiosity.

After a while, Taron looked at Y/N, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, it's funny. When I first walked into your café today, I felt this strange sense of connection. But I never imagined that we'd actually share such a significant part of our past."

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and amusement. "It's like fate had a plan for us to meet again, even after all these years."

Taron chuckled softly. "Fate and a little bit of help from you, guiding me away from those persistent photographers."

Y/N grinned. "Well, I couldn't let them ruin what might be a once-in-a-lifetime reunion."

As the night wore on, their connection deepened. Taron found himself opening up in ways he rarely did, and Y/N reciprocated, sharing her dreams and aspirations. The more they talked, the more it felt like they were rediscovering a bond that had never truly faded.

At some point, Taron's phone buzzed with a notification. He checked it and smiled. "Looks like the map worked." He slid his phone over to Y/N, showing a message with the name of a café for their next meeting.

Y/N chuckled. "No candles, I hope?"

Taron laughed, shaking his head. "Definitely no candles this time."

As the night grew late, they realized they'd spent hours lost in conversation. Taron signaled for the check, and they both stood up from the barstools.

"It's been an amazing night," Y/N said, her eyes sparkling.

Taron nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. I'm really glad we met again."

"Me too." Y/N hesitated for a moment before leaning in and giving Taron a warm hug. The embrace felt natural, like a reunion between long-lost friends.

Taron pulled away slightly, his gaze locking onto Y/N's. "Do you believe in second chances?"

Y/N smiled, her hand gently resting on his arm. "I think sometimes life gives us unexpected opportunities to reconnect and create new memories."

Taron's smile matched Y/N's. "Well, here's to second chances, new memories, and whatever the future holds."

They clinked their glasses together, the sound resonating with a promise of something special. As they walked out of the bar, side by side, there was a shared sense of excitement for the journey ahead, one that was filled with possibilities neither of them could have predicted.

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So as you can see it skimps on the dialogue, details, and characterisation. There's plot holes everywhere, and bits don't quite make sense. But if you wanted a lazy framework to edit then it's a decent starting point!!

Just a little experiment so I'm not here for deep chats on AI, writing careers, strikes etc etc. I was just intrigued on how well it would do, and the answer is not very!!

#taron egerton #taron x reader #taron egerton fanfic #experimenting

[cilldaracailin]

You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s :) Happy Friday!

Because I fell behind in my posting this week, I am doing two days in a row. But also Robyn and Taron deserve this ;)

Enjoy and thanks for all the love <3

Suze xx

9

"I know I'm a handful but that's why you got two hands."

Taron felt Robyn move and didn’t really pay much mind until she had placed her hands on his shoulders. He thought she was trying to get his attention, maybe having called his name and he didn’t hear and he jumped a little startled when she was sat on his lap, her legs either side of his thighs.

“Robyn?” He asked his face confused, his voice a little shaky, though his body was enjoying the weight on his lap, the heat he could feel from her body on his. “What… What…”

Robyn pressed two fingers over his lips, cutting his words off. “Trust me.”

She cupped his face with her two hands, gently stroking his cheeks with her thumbs and leaning in, kissed him. Just a very quick and simple kiss, their lips touching for a brief moment. Robyn kept her hands on his face and watched his eyes flick back and forth and she went in for a second kiss, this time letting her lips linger a second more, pulling away and looking right into his eyes which were staring her way. While she bit her lower lip, watching for his reaction, she saw Taron lick his lips and then slipping her hands from his cheeks around through his hair and to the back of his head, kissed him again but this time it wasn’t just a peck. Robyn kissed him properly.

It took Taron a milli-second to react to Robyn’s kiss and he wrapped his arms around her lower back and retuned her kiss, opening his lips to kiss her back. The first kiss took him by surprise, the second he wasn’t too sure what to think but the third kiss was gorgeous. Soft and gentle and delicious and Robyn kept her hands on the back of his head, both getting a beautiful rhythm with the kiss so quickly it was as if it wasn’t their first ever kiss together. Both changed their head position, as if they had done this countless times before and both took charge over their kiss. Taron pulled her closer to him, pressing his chest against hers, Robyn lifting her body so she was a little taller than Taron and he had to stretch his neck to reach her lips with his. Robyn grinned into his mouth as he groaned with a little complaint and she moved her hands from the back of his head, around by his ears, breaking their kiss but Taron was having none of that and wrapped his arms around her shoulders pressing her down against him, using his strength a little so she had to sit back on his lap.

“Hmm better.” Taron murmured into her lips.

He went straight in for another kiss, barely breaking their initial touch and gently sucked on Robyn’s bottom lip, smiling as he heard the sweet little moan that came from her, feeling her tighten her legs at his hips, her hands moving around his shoulders. She could taste his last coffee on his lips and was lost in their softness as she now took over the kiss and just kissed him.

Their noses bumped a few times and they both giggled as Robyn’s teeth accidently clipped Taron’s top lip, and she quickly apologised to him by giving his top lip a very light sweep with her lips. Taron shifted his weight a little so he could sit up better holding tight onto Robyn so she didn’t fall and then slipped his hands along the waistband of her jeans, his fingers sliding under the material of her t-shirt, gently stroking bare skin he touched. As his hands moved, he went back to her lips and kissed her hard, Robyn returning his wanting. He would be lying to himself if he said he had never dreamed of this moment and prayed he hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch.

Kissing Robyn was like breathing air. It felt no natural and easy, effortless and he melted into her mouth as their kiss deepened slightly and he sighed into her mouth breathing in deeply through his nose so he didn’t have to stop kissing her. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

Robyn pulled herself closer to Taron’s body, moving tighter into his lap, her hands now at the nape of his neck playing with his hair. He was so warm and soft but strong too and she felt so comfortable just sitting on him, kissing him, feeling him kiss her back. Her body was tingling all over and he was slowly sliding his hands under her t-shirt, his hands resting on her lower back and she wasn’t complaining one bit. She had always jumped when anyone touched her lower back but Taron’s hands just felt right against her skin. It felt so lovely as he ran his fingers back and forth slowly and she tilted her head to the left, her own hands caressing the back of his neck, their lips never leaving each other. She loved how simple but yet so fulfilling their first proper kiss was and she grinned as she felt a very slight touch of his tongue and raised her body so she could take charge again. She returned the favour to him and then stopped kissing him for the briefest moment, chuckling at his clear and obvious moan of disappointment.

Taron opened his eyes and Robyn’s whole body melted more into the stunning colour of green they held along with a look of wanting she had never seen in his eyes before and it made her smile to see that look of lust in his eyes.

“Robyn…” He tone was incredibly deep and his hands pushed her t-shirt right up so the tips of his fingers ran over the back strap of her bra, her hands now resting along her rib-cage on either side of her body and before he could say anything else, Robyn found his mouth again, her hands right back on his face.

Their kiss had started slow, both a little nervous, both finding their way with each other, but this time Robyn craved more and feeling Taron shift his body weight under her again, she pressed her lips harder against his, trying to keep her moan of desire in but it was hard to do when Taron was returning her kiss in the same manner that she was kissing him. She felt him smile and decided there and then that kissing Taron as he smiled was her brand-new favourite thing in the world. Sitting on top of him, she could feel the heat radiating from his body and if it was possible, he was warmer than usual and as his arms wrapped around her bare back, his forearms felt so satisfying as they rubbed against her skin. They had hugged skin to skin before but this was different. Every part of Taron that touched her was leaving not only goosebumps but a burning desire to feel even more of him and she couldn’t believe the intensity she was feeling while she was getting long and demanding kisses from him, which she was most definitely returning with gusto.

Taron could feel his heart pumping hard in his chest and a delicious ache all over his body. He adored his head massages from Robyn, how she scratched his head just right but as she gently tugged his hair, he loved how the slight tug and pull she was giving him which felt just right with their kiss and as he felt her tongue glide a little across his lower lip, his core groaned and he moved forward, making sure to hold her hard against him. Now he could steal as many tender and deep kisses as he could while he had her in his arms, leaning into her, her body bent backward a little over his knees, laughing into her mouth as Robyn made a tiny gasp as he barely brushed her lips with his, giving the corner of her lips a kiss instead. He needed a moment to catch himself and it was a two second moment, before he was sitting back into the couch, bringing Robyn with him and capturing her with an open mouth kiss, his hands now back under her t-shirt pushing the material right up her back so he could feel more of her soft skin against his, sneaking an index finger under her bra strap.

Neither had any idea as to how long they kissed for but it was Taron who moved away first when he found he was getting overly excited shifting his hips to try and settle himself, moving Robyn a little to the right but she clearly had other ideas as she locked her knees against his waist and slid her body right into his and she pulled him back to her, attacking him with beautifully delicate kisses, her hands gripping his t-shirt in her fists so she could continue to kiss him without him backing away.

Taron very quickly gave in to the new soft and light but oh so effective kisses and wrapped her up close, pressing their bodies tight together, giving her quick little pecks too, smiling more as Robyn giggled at his cute little kisses. He was giddy and felt so alive and almost in disbelief that Robyn was still wrapped up in him, testing his body to stay in control as she showed him how much she wanted to kiss him and the intimacy they shared was making him dizzy and dazed. He wanted a little more but a little more of something different. His thumbs pressed into the curve of her spine and he felt his body quickly react as Robyn groaned, her hips lifting and rolling into his lap. He caught the end of her moan in his mouth with a very hungry kiss, one that had Robyn drooping into his arms and he pulled his lips away with a light pop and started to brush her cheeks with tentative butterfly kisses, making his way up her temple, around her forehead and then back down, ending with a sweet touch of his mouth to hers, feeling and hearing Robyn’s shaky breath on his chin.

“Taron…”

“Hmmm?” He asked dipping his head to get a peck to her neck, her words caught in her throat with a sigh. “Yes Robyn, you were saying something?”

“Hmm two can play at this.” She murmured trying to come to her senses as her body flooded with longing as Taron made her feel weak and she was glad she was sitting on his lap being able to feel his heart, his breathe and his body against hers. Standing up, she would never have been able to get so close to him as she was now and feeling him go for her neck again, she wanted to show him she could play him at his game. She let his t-shirt go and placed her hands back on his neck and gave the hair there a very light pull, making him tilt his head back a tiny bit and she started to kiss the left side of his jaw, slowly making her way down from his ear to his chin, giving his stubbly skin soft but clear kisses. Once she reached his chin and finished giving the left side of his jaw attention, Robyn dipped her head and started to gently kiss his neck, feeling Taron shuffle under her. She could smell the faintest scent of shower gel on his skin, skin that was heated and warm and she loved feeling the scruff on his face against her lips as it tickled her while she kissed along his neck, under his chin, making her way back up keeping each kiss light and sweet.

Taron’s eyes were closed and he didn’t even realise he had leaned his head back, exposing more of his neck until Robyn who had been working her way toward his right ear, came back to kiss his adams apple. The curse that came from his mouth couldn’t be helped and now as she skimmed her way down the right side of his jaw, Taron had no idea how Robyn knew he was very sensitive there and when she kissed along his jaw line, his whole body shivered with delight and he knew there was absolutely no hiding how he was feeling as Robyn sat on his lap.

Robyn was enjoying herself a lot, tasting and kissing each little part of Taron’s neck and jaw and couldn’t help but grin as she could feel his chest rise and fall with each little kiss she gave him, smiling more as she could definitely feel how much his body was responding to her little kissing session and it excited her to know he was because not only could she spend all day kissing his neck and jaw, but her own body was heated in places just as Taron’s was only he couldn’t exactly feel it like she could. Finding her way to his chin, she moved up to his lips and she kissed him slowly, her hands in his hair. His hands had moved from under her top and back down to the waistband of her jeans and further down, over the back pockets of the demin, his hands giving her bum a little squeeze as she kissed him, feeling Robyn grin into his mouth and giggle as he did it again and his hands stayed cupped around the curve of her bum, his fingers tucked into the back pockets of her jeans.

They shared some more simple kisses, little pecks with each other, Taron taking a few more when Robyn pulled away from him, getting their last lip kiss in before Robyn cupped his face again, giving his nose, each cheek and forehead a kiss.

She sat back on his lap, both staring at each other. Robyn knew her cheeks were flushed red and her lips were nicely swollen from kissing Taron and she chuckled at his appearance. His t-shirt was pulled a little from when she had gripped it, his own cheeks red, his lips beautifully swollen too and his hair was a state from running her hands through it.

Robyn never even realised that her breathing was heavy and hard until she had stopped kissing Taron and she could see his shoulders rising and falling as he caught his own breath.

“Robyn…” He panted.

“I love you.” She said quickly to him before he could say anything else. “Taron, I love you. Like head over heels, can’t stop thinking about you, smiling like a loon, stupid crazy love you. That shit today made me realise that what I thought I had was love was nothing like it. This…” She ran her thumb over his lips. “Is love. The undeniable feelings I have for you. Having flour fights in my kitchen, taking phone calls in the middle of the night, singing together all the time, the hugs and cuddles and how you always have my back without fail. Dressing in matching outfits and standing by your side for whatever you need. Laying on the beach in Aber and throwing snow made from ice over your head. Meeting your beautiful family and feeling so welcomed into your life not to mention protecting the shit out of me in front of ex-boyfriends and musical co-stars. Taron, I love you. I have never had someone care about me the way that you do or treat me properly the way you do and you are always there for me no matter what and I know that I can just appear at yours without question and you won’t say a word and just hug me forever and you will always return my calls no matter how busy you are.” She lovingly stroked down his slightly bruised cheek with her fingers. “I love looking after you and caring for you. Baking for you.” She added with a grin. “Being the person you can come to at three o clock in the morning soaking wet when you need a blue dinosaur to cuddle. From that first moment we met in Florida, you have literally just been the best friend and man I have needed and a man who has completely restored my faith in what love should be.” She gave his nose a little tap. “I love you. So much.” She eyed his lips and kissed them once. “And I want to do this…” She kissed him again. “As much as I can with you and so much more. I just wanna be with you and look after you and bake for you and give you head massages and a place you can go when it all gets too much and love you with every part of my heart. Going to get a bit soppy now but…” She lifted his hand from her back pocket to her chest, letting him feel just how her heart was reacting to their kisses. “I didn’t think I would ever feel like this again Taron and you have just come into my life and… Well just…” She found herself biting her lip. “I love you.”

Robyn had said everything in nearly one breathe and Taron smiled lovingly at her. He took his other hand from the pocket of her jeans and placed his hands on her face. “I love you too Robyn.” He proclaimed firmly to her. “I love how your sentences run into each other.” He began with a grin, taking his hands from her face and reaching for her hands. “I love how you speak too fast when things are so important to you and how you let me obsess over that blue dinosaur. I can talk to you about anything and you always calm my anxiety and fears and God, fuck your head massages Robyn. You know I love those and these hands.” He lifted her hands to his mouth to kiss her hands. “They bake me cookies and rub my aftersun in.” He placed his right hand under her chin, making her lift her head so she had to look at him, noticing she wasn’t meeting his eyes. “From that first moment in Florida, I have felt nothing but safe in your company and you have no idea how hard it is for me to find someone that I can fully trust literally with my life. I mean I just turn up and you take me in and give me cuddles and take care of me when I am sick and have become a part of my family. I love being with you too and I love how you sing randomly at any moment of the day and answer my phone calls in the middle of the night and hug me just as tight back and let me into your bed without question and been by my side at things that are scary and new to you. You took on my friends in Aber with sass and will always have ultimate bragging rights. You feed my sweet tooth by baking me the most amazing cookies every time we see each other and then not only for me but you have baked for my entire set colleagues too and you saved my life.” He took her hand and pressed it firm against his heart. “I know there is a point where we have to stop mentioning this but you risked everything to help me and I will never forget that. And then you did it again.” He leaned in to peck her lips. “I will always be someone you can trust and come to for whatever you need and I will never ever disrespect you or your character because you are the most selfless and caring woman I know who just makes my heart twitch, my mind go really really fuzzy and well, lately other things have been happening too.” He chuckled deeply. “I just wanna be with you too.” He returned her two kisses with two of his own. “I love you so so much and I will always be your best friend, no matter what Robyn.”

She chuckled at his words and leaned in to press her forehead against his. “You mentioned the cookies twice.”

“I bloody love your cookies.” Taron laughed.

Robyn beamed at his words and smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Taron was a little taken aback as Robyn went in another kiss, still feeling buzzed from the serious make out session they already had but he quickly came to his senses and kissed her back, both giggling like teenagers as they started to make out on the couch again.

Taron had no chance of hiding his growing excitement and just gave in to how his body was feeling. He was a bit embarrassed that Robyn was sitting on his lap but she was keeping her knees locked around him and was encouraging their kissing so he decided to enjoy the heat that he was feeling and just give in to everything because it was absolutely glorious.

Robyn’s body was pulsing and she could feel her heart beat everywhere. It felt amazing and exciting and she pulled herself deeper into Taron’s warmth and lips. She felt a little hesitation from Taron but it didn’t last long and his arms were snug around her again and she melted into him, not even caring that the man under her was clearly giddy and aroused. Robyn loved that kissing him was having that effect on his body and she could feel the heat in her living room increasing. She merged her body into his and was pretty sure he was able to feel how her body was now reacting to their kissing, as the thin material of her t-shirt and lace of her bra wasn’t a great barrier to stop him from feeling her own arousal as she squished her against him. She wished she could get her hands under his t-shirt to stroke his back, to feel some more of his heated skin. She couldn’t even get her hands down the neck of his t-shirt so she had to settle for his stroking back of his neck and loved the way she could feel his body reacting to hers.

Taron was falling deeper and deeper into her and becoming a pool of mush. There was no hiding how turned on he was and he could feel Robyn’s need too and neither were turning the heat down but Taron just need a quick moment to catch his breath, to breathe in the air around him rather than Robyn’s delicious feminine scent and whatever body spray she was wearing. His hands found her face again and slowed down the kisses they were sharing. “I… love… you…” He said between kisses.

“I love you too.” Robyn confirmed quickly. “So much.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, lifting her hips again so she could kiss him from a small height, Taron having to stretch again, complaining with a groan which turned to a moan as she sat back down.

“Fuck.” He cursed. “Robyn…” He pressed his lips hard against hers, pulling her into him by her waist, both letting out a whimper. His fingers were nearly digging into her sides and she had threaded her fingers into his hair again.

A knock on the door separated their lips and Robyn looked over Taron’s head but soon she was looking down at his hair as Taron found his own opportunity to leave sweet tiny butterfly kisses on her neck for a few seconds. Robyn felt her eyes rolling as Taron’s slightly wet lips trailed around her neck, his face then burying into his favourite cuddle spot and this time he was doing more than just nestling into her neck. There was a gorgeous light scratching of his growing facial hair on her skin and she found herself titling her head to the side to give him more access to her neck and she was so lost in his precise and neat kisses, she didn’t hear the second knock on her door.

“Robyn!”

However, she didn’t miss the call of her name and her eyes opened, looking to her front door. “Shit!” Robyn pulled away so reluctantly as Taron was treating her to what she was sure would have been a bruise on her neck and placed her hands on his shoulder. “Taron…”

“Ok lip kisses.” The Welshman grinned getting a half kiss to her lips when Robyn pushed him away again.

“Robyn don’t make me use the key!”

Taron finally heard what Robyn had heard and stared at her, his eyes a little wide, the tip of his nose touching hers. He was about to ask her a question but she covered his mouth with her right hand.

“Let’s try her phone. She could be sleeping.”

They both turned their heads as they heard her phone ring from the bedroom.

“Fuck, shit, fuckity fuck fuck.” Robyn cursed quietly seeing Taron grin at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It is Clare, Nick, Shane and Darragh.” She explained through a whisper. “They told me they would come over tonight to cook dinner for me.”

“On a Thursday?” Taron queried. “It’s not even the weekend.”

“They are checking up one me.” Robyn shrugged. “We organised it last Sunday when they were here.”

Taron was still staring at her, a slight frustration on his face, his forehead frowning. “You have good friends but…” He hands brushed some stray hair from her face. “They have terrible timing.”

“She’s not picking up.”

“Try again.”

“We need to move.” Robyn said to Taron, giving his forehead a little quick kiss. “They will open the door with the key.”

Taron adored the forehead kisses Robyn always gave him and this one was so much more special because of the true love behind it and he lightly stroked his index finger down her cheek. “I know they will but you do realise that you really, and I mean really need to move that key back inside and …” His eyes floated down to where she was sitting on his lap briefly and then back to her. “Moving is really not a great option for me at the moment.” He rose an eyebrow at her but his face was in a cute little embarrassed boyish grin.

Robyn’s smile grew quickly as she knew well what he meant and she leaned into him and fondly kissed him. “Sorry rocketman, gonna have to move.”

“Robyn no!” Taron locked his arms around her waist stopping her from getting off him. “Really, don’t.”

She placed her hands on his face, her hands cupped around his ears and kissed the side of his lips. “They will use the key. I am going to move now.”

She gave him another kiss and climbed off him, Taron groaning as he immediately missed her body weight on his legs and the feel of her clothed body against his. He grabbed a cushion and placed it on his lap, hearing Robyn chuckle at him as she stood at the end of the couch.

“Your fault.” He said to her.

“And I have not one regret.” She was now right by his ear behind the couch. “Not one.” She placed a soft kiss on his head. “I suggest actually moving through Taron because you know Claire has no boundaries and you will be stuck on the couch until, well, you have…”

“… Calmed down?” Taron murmured as Robyn gave his shoulder a little rub.

“Hmmm pretty much.”

“Ugh fine.”

“I am getting that key!”

“Claire give her a break. She has just been in hospital, gone through a pretty horrific ordeal and is now on medication.”

“Let me ring her again.”

The conversation outside was filtering through to them and Robyn knew her friends were very close to barging in. She gave both of his shoulder a gentle rub. “Come on Taron, up ya get.”

As Taron got to his feet, he knew his cheeks had been warm but now they were blistering red and his sweatpants were a little tight but as he walked around the couch, Robyn yanked him to her for a hug, squeezing him tight against her.

“I love you.” The words rolled so easily off her tongue and they felt so right to say to him.

“Love you too.” Taron replied quickly, burying his face into her neck as he always did.

“Why don’t you go and shower.” She suggested to him. “I will hold off the gang.”

“My God I do love you and yes a shower. That is a great idea.” Taron lifted his face from her neck and started to walk forwards, bringing Robyn with him so she had to walk backwards. Robyn chuckled as he walked her towards the door of the bedroom.

“She is not answering.”

“Maybe her phone is on silent.”

“I am going for the key.”

Taron was keeping her pressed hard up against him, his arms wedged around her shoulders, hers resting on his lower back as they stepped in time with each other, his lips capturing hers as they walked.

“This is not helping your situation and when I said shower, I meant for you.” Robyn spoke into his lips. “I don’t think that bath will be happening tonight, so use the shower to help work out the knots you feel.”

“I would much rather you did that.” Taron grinned into her lips.

“Not helping.” Robyn repeated.

“Your fault.” Taron laughed, mumbling into her mouth.

“I know and I am not complaining but they will open that door and just because I am not going for a cold shower, doesn’t mean I don’t need one.” She assured him. “I just need to do some explaining to them as to why you are here.”

“Hmm ok.” Taron said getting another kiss in.

“To be continued.” Robyn guaranteed him.

“Definitely.”

They separated and Taron stepped past her and into the bedroom but he stopped and called her name. “Robyn?”

“Yes.” She looked over her shoulder to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Taron just made it into the bedroom and closed the door when Robyn’s front door opened and her friends walked in.

“Robyn!” Claire came bounding in the front door.” Finally!”

“We knocked and called.” Shane agreed, his husband Darragh coming after and then Claire’s boyfriend Nick following, both carrying heavy looking shopping bags with them.

“Sleeping.” Robyn said to her friends, hoping she looked like she had been sleeping. Taron had been keeping his hands on her back rather than in her hair so she prayed that her warm face could be attributed to sleeping.

“This late?” Claire asked standing beside her. “It is nearly five.”

“Fainted, smacked my head off a sun lounger and anaemia.” Robyn replied but her face was smiling. “And you barely gave me enough time to pull myself together.”

“Excuses!” Shane sang to her.

“And really good ones.” Darragh pitched in as he placed two bags of shopping he was carrying onto the island, Nick lifting a third one.

“And Taron is here.” Robyn causally said waiting for the reaction which came in less than three seconds.

“Taron!” Shane stopped emptying the shopping bag, a packet of cheese in his hands. “Here?”

“Yup.”

“Why he is always here when we are here?” Shane asked.

“Why are you always here when he is here?” Robyn asked him back. “And he wasn’t here on Saturday.”

“And was he here on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday or yesterday?” Claire smiled at her friend. “Ok spill now.”

“Well, we have one more for dinner.”

“Robyn Quinn!”

She chuckled as Claire and Shane both called her name at the same time.  Shaking her head, she walked over to the island to help unpack the groceries from the shopping bags that her friends had bought. “He had a shit day at work yesterday. He was back in Belfast filming his water re-shoots and they didn’t go very well.” She placed the peppers in her hands on the counter. “He just needed an escape from work.”

“And he is here now?” Claire asked.

“In your bed?” Shane teased.

“Nope. My shower.” Robyn answered simply. Claire and Shane stopped and stared at her, while Darragh and Nick exchanged looks with a grin. “He didn’t sleep well last night and considering he appeared at my door just after three am, he was knackered. So he slept late.”

“Hmmmm…” Claire raised an eyebrow and pointed a bread baguette her way. “Three am?”

“Yes.”

“Robyn, you know we need more than that. Explain now.” Shane said as he crossed his arms.

“We won’t make you dinner.” Claire teased.

Robyn rolled her eyes at her friend. “You do know I am very capable of making dinner myself and Taron is actually very good at cooking too.”

“Yeah well…” Claire started but she couldn’t come up with answer so stuck her tongue out at her friend.

“I think what Claire means to say is, it has been no trouble at all buying all the ingredients for the lasagne we are going to make you.” Nick came to stand beside his girlfriend. “And I know we all have been looking forward to catching up and having a meal together because it has been a while since we have done that and Taron is more than welcome. We have enough.” He wrapped his arm around Claire’s waist and gave her a nudge. “Right?”

“Hell no!” Shane cut in. “I want an explanation.”

Robyn shook her head but her face was smiling. “You are not satisfied with Taron is here as an explanation?”

“He is always here.” Shane said to her pointing the packet of mince her way.

“Yeah you said that already, but he really isn’t.” Robyn helped Darragh take the last of the ingredients out of the shopping bags. “Like I said, he had a shit time on set and just needed somewhere to go and please don’t question him about it. The water work is hard and after last week and what happened to him and then to me, it was difficult for him to get into the water yesterday and it didn’t go well.” She saw her friends body language looking for more. “Ok look, it’s not my place to talk about his private stuff with you. He is here, he’s had a terribly hard few days and needed a place to go with no judgement that was close to him and he knows he is always welcomed here so while I know you lot are dying to know more, can we just leave him be?” She rolled an onion towards Shane at the opposite side of the island. “You know how important he is to me.”

“I do.” Shane agreed.

“Me too.” Claire chipped in. “And yeah of course but when he isn’t here, I want more ok?”

Robyn glanced to her friend. “I won’t break his trust Claire. While I haven’t had an easy few days, his have been worse in many ways and other shit happened today and neither of us are in the mood. I am happy to have you all here, as always. You know I have been looking forward to this dinner and catch up but it’s Taron.”

Claire nodded and stepped over to Robyn, taking her in for a hug. “I know.” She whispered into her shoulder. “I know how much you love him and I won’t say a word.”

“Thank you Claire.”

“But I do want the gossip on the other shit that happened today though.”

Robyn gave her friend a squeeze and a nod. “Sure, but when Taron is gone ok?”

“I can wait.”

Hug ended, Robyn turned to her other friends. “So, I have been waiting for this lasagne you have been boosting about.” She pointed to Shane. “You wanna follow through on that promise?”

Shane pulled an apron from the bottom of the bag Darragh was just finished emptying. “Yes sir.” He unrolled the apron and threw it over his neck. “You ok to be on chopping duty?”

Robyn grinned and nodded. “Sure, though I thought I didn’t have to lift a finger?”

“Well, there is an extra person now so get chopping.” He grinned as he rolled the onion back to her.

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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.

Wc: 1.2k

( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "

"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off. " The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.

" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.

" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

~

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[shieldedreams]

a bit of vodka don’t hurt nobody (e.u.)

summary ⇾ in which you’re agent tequila’s sister, agent v... who eggsy’s smitten by the first encounter after being shot at with a tranquilizer. details ⇾ 2,048 words / eggsy unwin x agent!reader / 🌸 fluff, meet-cute (?) notes ⇾ agent v, for vodka :-) (all because i thought it was cute, lol. and it seemed fun to make the reader an agent in the statesman) reader calls agent tequila ‘t’ as he calls her ‘v’.

[!] spoilers to the second kingsman movie (if you haven’t seen!), sexual innuendos, slight change to the movie’s plot/details so definitely an au!

between you and your brother, he’s known to be more... brutal, with his advancements. even now as you watch him interrogate two people in suits from the two-way glass. things change drastically, however, when you receive a ping from ginger to stop agent tequila immediately! false alarm! your eyes widen from the message, especially when you glance up and your brother’s seconds away from putting a bullet to their friend’s head through another two-way mirror.

eggsy–despite seconds from getting his ass roasted on fire–and merlin are yelling at the top of their lungs for agent tequila to stop. the humorous side of things earlier quickly washes away from your system (it’s been a long time since anyone sassed your brother despite being the ones at his mercy) as you bust through the door.

“t, stop!”

agent tequila looks up, gaping at the sight of you but more so when ginger slides past to toss at him an umbrella. upon first glance, he thinks nothing of it, but it’s not until ginger points out: “their story checked out. i opened our doomsday locker and that umbrella was in it. it has our logo on it.”

you grab ahold of one of the two towels ginger brought in. while she’s helping wipe away the alcohol from merlin’s clothes, you’re doing the same for eggsy. maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s the shock but you blink up to him to catch him staring. the proximity would normally make any person blush but instead it makes you smile with the click of your tongue to snap him out of it. you move to stand beside your brother as he introduces the statesman, along with ginger ale’s position in the company, to himself as agent tequila and–”i’m agent v.”

eggsy lets the words fly out before he can hold himself back. 

“what does the v stand for?”

you scoff a laugh, crossing your arms, “how about you find out?”

eggsy raises a brow, “is that an invitation?”

you unfold your arms, jutting out one hand to grab onto tequila’s arm as he–”why i oughta smack you to your momma’s–”

“wouldn’t you like to see your friend?” ginger pipes in quickly, diffusing the situation before it escalates. tequila remembers the situation they’re in, glances at harry behind him. he exhales deeply and you let him go, patting his back as he turns away, taking his leave out of the room. merlin and eggsy’s gaze trail back to their friend in front of them, which eggsy says after, “this is the part where you untie us.”

//

hours later, you find yourself down at the bar with a glass of martini in your hands. news came around that tequila must’ve had a little bit too much fun that he now has blue veins showing up in his skin. sure, he’s a complete butthead but he’s still (and always will be) your brother. you’re staring at the mahogany in front of you, swirling the pattern with one finger as the chair next to you pulls open.

“is this seat taken?” a voice seemingly familiar asks. in an accent that you could read from a mile away especially after today’s turn of events. you shake your head and tip your glass to the side, “go for it.”

eggsy slides in next to you, requesting for a–”martini, please.”

it elicits a chuckle from you, to which eggsy’s pleased with.

“seems like i figured out what the v stands for,” his tone is playful and he sounds like a nice guy but you’d be a liar if you said you’re all dandy based on what happened in the last couple of hours. 

you turn to look at him and notice he’s in a different attire (of course he would, tequila dumped a good amount of rum on him). a black fitted t-shirt and black joggers, no glasses this time. he looks smart without even trying. on the other hand, eggsy tries not to show he’s fazed even if he’s slightly intimidated, or charmed, if you will. it might be a thing around here to wear a cowboy hat but on you, it seems elegant. the same coloured cowboy hat as the one he notices on agent tequila earlier, a white denim jacket, dark blue coloured top with matching denim jeans. the name ‘vodka’ has never been so fitting.

as he takes a sip of his drink, he notices how you’re not too chatty. it reminds him earlier of his conversation with ginger when he was in the hallway of medical rooms.

ginger’s going through some of the procedure matters and giving eggsy a tour around as they come to a stop in the middle of the hallway when eggsy stops walking. he spots you hurriedly making your way down, only to make a sharp left as you open and close the door, effectively disappearing. ginger notices eggsy’s attention has detoured that she lowers the clipboard in her hand, waiting for eggsy’s curiosity to surface.

“isn’t that agent tequila’s room?”

ginger nods. “yeah, it is. we’re currently keeping him there to monitor his body conditions.”

eggsy slides his hands into his pockets, head tilted slightly. then he turns to look at ginger with narrowed eyes, “is agent tequila and agent v... you know... romantically involved?”

ginger laughs, a proper laugh, too. the kind that almost makes eggsy feel like an idiot but ginger means no malice in her tone, which gets him to loosen up just a bit. “you’d better pray they don’t ever catch you saying that. they’re siblings.”

eggsy opens his mouth to respond but is left speechless when you reappear from the room. you turn to the side and notice both ginger and eggsy. he feels himself straightening automatically when you make your way towards them, offering a fist bump to ginger which seems like a normal casualty but when it came to him, your fist unfolds to a handshake.

“couldn’t give you a proper greeting when you were tied to a chair doused in rum but welcome to the statesman, eggsy.”

he knows this feeling well. the mask you put on just so you don’t slip any vulnerability through. the complexity of voiding your emotions to separate work from family... it wasn’t easy... so he goes along with it.

he reaches for your hand, grips onto it to give a good shake, “tied to a chair or not, it’s a pleasure to meet you, agent v. though, it hardly seems fair you know my name and i don’t know yours,”

you pull your hand back with a pleased smile, shrugging, “eh, that’s the price you pay for coming into our turf and mess with our 1963 reserve.”

eggsy scoffs, slowly putting his hand back into his pocket, “that was an accident.”

“and there’ll always be consequences.” 

at your own words, hearing them from yourself, eggsy and ginger can both see it struck a chord within yourself as it reflects almost too perfectly to your brother’s situation. you turn your attention to ginger this time, “keep me posted on his condition, will ya?”

ginger nods, “of course.”

you salute the two of them, effectively slipping past between them to get down the hallways and soon you’re turning left to disappear again.

in the midst of silence, eggsy half-appreciates how he doesn’t feel pressured to say anything. you have your drink, he has his. the two of you merely quietly appreciating each other’s company. at the very least, he’s enjoying yours. he musters up the courage to say something, in hopes it’ll ease your nerves.

“he’ll be okay,” that gets you to look up from your drink, but not at him just yet. “i mean, if he can take down two kingsman at once, he can surely overcome a virus.”

you down the rest of your drink before nudging the glass away, shaking your head. “you’d think he’d be smart enough to listen to me once in a while. guys and their egos.” reaching for the olive from your drink, you bite it off the toothpick before realising what you just said. you glance at him with an apologetic smile, “no offense.”

eggsy smiles in return, “none taken considering it’s true.”

after ditching the toothpick back into the glass, you loosely clasp your hands on the table, using a thumb to stroke over your other thumb gently. eggsy watches as you sit with your emotions, drinking in the atmospheric sounds. normally, he’s somewhat confident with his advancements but now, he’s uncertain of what to do. there’s a line he feels like he can’t cross, given the circumstances but he’s... tempted. as you turn to look at him, eyes to lips and back up to his eyes, he’s very tempted.

yet, he stops himself when you ask if you could borrow his shoulder and he welcomes it. carefully, he shifts his chair towards yours and allows for you to come into his space. he’s respectful with where he puts his hands, one over your shoulder, the other remaining atop the table as your head leans into his shoulder to rest.

he doesn’t say anything for the rest of the night and neither do you but... it felt like there was so much being exchanged without words; comfort, solace, protection all in one. and a bit of vodka, of course. both literally and... personally, in eggsy’s opinion.

vodka just might be eggsy’s new preferred alcohol.

((you manage to slip into the room eggsy’s in merely minutes before he’s supposed leave with agent whiskey. he’s stayed in one of the dormitory rooms–that ginger has graciously offered the information in exchange for putting in good word should she get the chance to get out the field.

you only knock once you’re inside, capturing his attention as he–”i said i’ll be out in a–”eggsy’s voice drowns out when he sees you standing there, hands behind your back with a crooked smile.

“hey,” eggsy ignores packing his bag, turning around to face you when you walk towards him. as you stand before him, you look up to him with a small smile, “could i repay the kindness you’ve shown me yesterday?”

by kindness, you’re referring to how you fell asleep on eggsy’s shoulder and he refused to wake you up until you came to yourself. he walked you back to your room and even though your hands were saying one thing, eggsy knows your heart was feeling another. the desperate need to find a distraction, doing something you’ll regret. eggsy peels your hands off him, kisses you on the cheek and closes your door for you get some rest, love.

now when you’re sober, seemingly better with what your emotions, eggsy nods. with your hands framing his cheeks and stepping up closer to him, eggsy’s hands finds purchase of your waist to lure you in as your lips brush against his ever so gently. he gapes, while you smile, carefully turning his face so you could press a kiss to his cheek. almost immediately, he tries not to feel embarrassed with his assumptions but when you lean back to grin at him, he can’t help but feel his heart stuck in his throat.

eggsy doesn’t let you get too far as he holds you close, resting his forehead on yours with a sigh. his eyes are now on yours as you blink up to him; both having a faded smile. idle, content. for now, at least.

“there’s more of where that came from if you get back safely.” is that a promise?

“i’ll be sure to do my best, then.” yeah, it is.))

//

(((”sorry, i’m good to go now.” eggsy announces just as he tosses his bag in the backseat and hops on over to the seat next to agent whiskey. the older man shakes his head with a tsk, revs up his engine but doesn’t take off when he glances to eggsy and notices–”son, what’s that there on your face?”

eggsy raises a brow in confusion, leaning out the side to glance at the side view mirror to catch the smudge of lipstick on his cheek. he chuckles and uses his sleeve to wipe it off with a grin.

“that, old man, is my promise to come back here once we’re done.”)))

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