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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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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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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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This Is just a really cute little something I wrote when the thunderstorm had me all in my feels this week. Warnings: slight mild language/slight indication of sex.

Pitter patter pitter patter

Light drops of rain tantalising the window, the only sound echoing throughout the dark spacious apartment.

Pitter patter Pitter patter

The rain getting heavier now but somehow more calming and satisfying than when it was soft and gentle. The louder the better as you wriggled yourself deeper into the large vintage sofa, your most comforting blanket like a cape around you.

Suddenly the rain wasn’t the only sound now, Light footsteps shuffled around the apartment, then…

Click…

Click…

Click…

The flick of a lighter here, the flick of a lighter there.

You followed the movements, it was almost hard to see with the apartment being so grey and gloomy but the figure of your close friend taron wasn’t hard to make out.. from one corner to the other he continued to light a scatter of candles. The brightly warm flicker of the candle wick, revealing his soft features.

Click… his endearing emerald eyes.

Click… his sweet lips pulling that very famous cheeky smile of his.

Click… his gorgeous skin.

Click… his painfully sharp jawline.

Taron was glowing and it wasn’t just from the warm flickering lights. He was always so bright and handsome.

A familiar feeling, a cliche moment of butterflies, as you watched him light the last candle. His eyes fixating on your own made your heart burst. Damn you Taron Egerton, you was the girl who refused to fall in love…

It was oh so bittersweet.

Before any further fuzzy feelings could conjure up inside he broke eye contact and you almost puffed out a breath of relief.

“Perfect! Just going to put the kettle on before the storm breaks out.. they said about a potential power cut? We can’t sit through a storm with candles and blankets and not have tea!”

You hold in a giggle at how ridiculous he slightly sounded but mentally wanted to strangle him at how perfect he was and how all this in itself was just perfect. Instead you wriggle yourself further into your resting position to ensure maximum comfort if that was even possible and squeeze the grip on your blanket that little bit tighter…

Bliss. You close your eyes for a moment. It’s quieter again.

Pitter patter.

The soft rain.. but then the sound of the kettle boiling in the distance while Taron softly hums his favourite Elton tune. Still bliss.

So relaxed, you hadn’t realised you put yourself into some sort of tranquil trance until the movement of the sofa cushions slowly recover you back into reality.

“Oh hi”

Though calm, your voice sounded loud within the walls of the cold quiet space around you.

“Hi” taron replied back playfully, his voice deep.

His weight sinks into the sofa, bringing you closer to him unintentionally as the cushions dip down but you don’t adjust. Sooner or later you would end up snuggling into him anyway.

“Is this why you lit so many candles..” you question. “Because you knew there would be a power cut?”

You tried to lighten the mood, carry on the silly topic of the power cut because as much as you both loved thunderstorms, deep down you were both so nervous about them too. Both scared of the dark, both agitated by the loud unsettling thunder when alone.. you both didn’t want to ride it out alone. Ultimately it just reminded you of being single, not having your favourite person in your life.. Not ever falling in love.. You’re just alone.. and that’s darker than any storm.

Taron shakes his head with a chuckle, handing you a warm cup of tea, your favourite cup of course. He knows and never forgets.

“Well there’s that and because it’s just really nice to have lots of candles, don’t you think? Really warm and comforting and well.. romantic”

A warm glow flourishes your cheeks at the last part of his explanation and you quickly bring the hot cup of tea to your face in hopes the steam will camouflage your complexion.

“Listening to the storm isn’t romantic” you scoffed. Brushing your feelings off.

“Bet I can make it romantic!” He challenged.

The cocky prick

You bit your lip, watching as he sprung from the sofa, his back muscles flexing underneath the teasingly thin cotton of his tight white tank top. They look delicious under the lighting of the flickering warm candles, casting shadows and making it look as if he was sculpted by the gods. All that working out for filming was definitely paying off.

He kneels over barefoot on the tapestry of the rug where your record player lays flat on the ground against the cold pale wall. His back still faces you as he scans the heaps of records stacked next to it.

You continue watching intently as you carefully sip at your tea, the calming pitter patter of rain still tapping at the windows.

“Hhhhmmm”

His fingers trace down over the vinyls so smoothly and delicately while he concentrates on the titles, deciding on the most sweetest and smoothest record out of the variety to pick out.

All you could concentrate on was how slowly his fingers danced over those vinyls, how they would feel again the bare skin of your thighs instead.

You had to snap out of this but as if on queue, soft music began filling the empty spaces of the apartment and lulled you out of thought.

Taron sunk back into the sofa to accompany you within no time, the familiar welcoming scent of him making you feel at home.

“This is nice” you smiled warmly and together you sipped at your tea.

“Isn’t it just” he said proudly, that typical smug smirk beaming upon his gorgeous face.

You rolled your eyes, it failed to go unnoticed.

The Welshman chuckled warmly not needing to be concerned by your action, he knew deep down he has gotten to you about something and it’s entertaining more then anything.

“What is it my love”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. Happens every time.

“Nothing” you bashfully smile, holding in a playful laugh.

It wasn’t nothing, it was the fact that Taron was utterly perfect, complete and utter boyfriend material. Scratch that, marriage material.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made all this all the more sufferable…

It doesn’t help that although just friends, Taron has offered you the position of being more then just friends multiple times, your connection and attraction for each other being completely unmatched but again.. you was the girl who refused to fall in love, a stubborn b*tch to say the least.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made this all the more sufferable… but at the same time it was very entertaining on his part, he was going to win you over someday.

He was already winning.

“tell me princess” he teased, nudging his arm into you, tea nearly spilling.

“Talk about spilling the tea” you joked as you noticed your own tea had actually spilt down you a little.

Amusement jittered around. You was both calm, happy, relaxed in each other’s presence, you wish you could always feel like this. The smooth mellow guitar immersed with light scratches from the record, a beautiful raw and authentic sound completed the vibe, Light thunder began to rumble.

By now you had placed your lukewarm empty cups down and began to snuggle into one another on the sofa, the thunder making you more touchy then usual. Taron rested in-between your legs, twisting awkwardly so his back rested against the inner thigh of your right leg and he was slightly facing you. He was comfy more or less, especially when you opened up your blanket and draped it around you both.

If he wanted to, he could of easily rested his head upon your breast comfortably.. you wouldn’t mind if he did, that’s just how close you were but it was so much better that instead, he sat up a little to focus on the features of your face…

He admired your glistening eyes, your soft cheek bones and delicate soft lips.. So many times he had pictured devouring them with his own.. In fact he wanted nothing more then to kiss you right now. The poor boy had to fight the urge.. no sweat though, it was something he had to do all the time, he was painfully trained for it now.

There was so many things Taron had to refrain from.

Admittedly you wouldn’t care if Taron kissed you randomly, drunkenly or intentionally but still, he respected you and there was no way he was going to risk losing you or your trust. What an angel.

*BANG*

How silly you must of been, almost shaking in Tarons arms. The Sudden loud burst of thunder was so unexpected though, frightening in fact. The music cuts out, so would the lights if they were on though thankfully the soft flickering candles are still glowing gracefully, the room still feeling warm and welcoming. You feel safe and it’s not the light of the candles, or the comfort of your favourite fuzzy blanket. It’s taron.

His arms had snaked around your waist, his large hands trailing up under your soft loungewear shirt and holding your bare skin to press you into him protectively and reassuringly.

“It’s okay my love, just a bit of thunder.. I was right about the power cut”

You smiled softly at his words, his bare hands, touching your bare skin making it harder to concentrate on what he even said to begin with.

They felt so good.

Taron mentally face palmed at how quick he was to touch you, hold you the way he did.. the thunder wasn’t his excuse to take advantage of you, it was just a sincere natural response of his, a way to comfort you, to protect you.

His eyes immediately fill with some sort of sorrow, an apologetic but needy look all over his face that melted you.

His hands suddenly became loose, his grip fading, a wave of emptiness washing over you.

“It’s okay! hold me! I’m scared” you laughed out, trying to joke around in attempt to lighten the heavy mood of whatever this was.

You smiled, the feeling of his fingertips pushing into your skin once more. It was oh so ever satisfied.

Rumbling of heavy thunder, the rain pitter pattering against the window much faster now, the sound of it all just grew more and more comforting and satisfying with each passing minute.. even more so now that you were tangled up in your blanket with Taron all cozy and cute.

The evening seemed to go on forever, like there was no end but forever in Taron’s arms didn’t seem bad at all, Shame you couldn’t admit it to him.

You chatted all through the storm, sharing memories, laughing until there were specks of tears clouding your eyes. You were charmed as usual by taron’s weird and wonderful stories, how he would explain them with such wit and playfulness in his eyes, the way he would casually flirt with you here and there, making suggestive remarks while wiggling his eyebrows and tickling at your sides, any and all excuses to tease you, make you laugh and potentially make you fall all the more head over heels for him.

For the second time tonight… cocky prick.

The thunder eventually becomes softer and lighter, along with the rain. Over the course of the evening you’ve sunk further into the sofa and further into the comfort of taron’s arms. Taron’s warm breath continuously cascades over you while the rise and fall of his toned up chest just creates a new haven for you. You begin to swirl circles over his chest, your soft fingertips tickling at his skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So when are you going to fall in love with me and accept that maybe one day you will marry me?”

His voice so soft now, soft and calm like the rain.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding his loving but intense gaze. You dare but to look into those gleaming eyes of his so you concentrate your sight on the tracing of your fingertips upon his chest.

“I’m already in love with you taron”

Suddenly the atmosphere felt really thick, intense.. being so blank all of a sudden you didn’t realise that it was because Taron’s chest tensed beneath you as he couldn’t quite take in what you had just said.

“What was that..” his breath hitched, he was slightly nervous. That was no lie.

“You win taron”

Quickly you snap your head up at him, your eyes fix sternly on his. The two of you could of easily made this a more light hearted and flirtatious moment, Taron finally gaining satisfaction, taking all the glory while you, the sore loser, crumble in defeat but more or less feeling cocky yourself. This moment could have been banter galore but no.. not today, not now, not ever.. this was a more heart felt confession, a serious moment, a moment that could change everything.. your love for each other deserved that. You both deserved that.

“Sorry what” he gasped out in disbelief, the grip on you becoming more tighter with anticipation.

His eyes searched your glistening ones. Were you finally giving in to your stubbornness and finally admitting your feelings? He promised he would never hurt you, not like those other assholes who made you put your guard up in the first palace.

“You win, Taron. I’m in love with you, I can’t even explain.. I just love you so much”

Was that really a lump in your throat. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you wish you didn’t feel so small though You couldn’t help it, you had to give in, it was driving you insane.

*BANG*

You didn’t jump this time, you was more scared of what was happening right now to be frightened by some extremely loud thunder. He held you tighter, his fingertips burning at your skin. You nervously looked around, some of the tea lights had eventually died out, the room was looking a lot more dull and gloomy but Taron’s face was near and still warm and glowing from the Yankee still burning on the brass caprice side table, he looked like an angel.

Although not startled by the thunder, you brushed your fingertips slowly up to Taron’s chest to lightly grace the rough stubble along his jawline in an attempt to distract yourself and calm your racing heart. Why was you so nervous?

Taron enjoyed your soft delicate touch dancing over his skin and how you concentrated on all his features intently while doing so, it brought flash backs to every single intimate moment you’ve had. The ones he thought that you never paid attention to but he did…

Times when camping with friends in wales..You both would be the first to share a tent together. Helping each other string all the fairy lights up. Tackling the sheets of the air bed. Sneakily snuggling a bit closer as the night grew colder.

Times when you attended friends weddings.. always attending as each other’s date. Always adjusting Taron’s tie so intricately. Always having those slow dances together.

Times when either of you had a shit day.. throwing on a movie. Running each other a hot bath. Listening to each other rant and getting drunk together.

There’s been many times and more.. those intimate moments.. It’s all Taron ever thinks about and secretly, you the same.

Now here you were, your most intimate moment yet.

The tapping of rain, the rattle of thunder, the soft flicker of candles, the skin to skin contact, all tangled up in each other arms, screw the blanket now.

As if time didn’t exist now, like the sounds that drifted away moments ago, so did your thoughts. Taron had you lost, lost in his mouth.

The sudden kiss shocked you at first until your eyes flutter close. You moved in sync, breathing each other in, devouring each other’s mouths. The moment builds and so does the passion. Your fingertips stroking his stubble seconds before, grip his face, both of you in agonising need for each other. You could tell just how much your were holding back from each other before. Never again.

The apartment was echoing with pitter patter sounds of the rain with clasps of thunder but now it was echoing with heavy breathing, gasps and sweet sweet sounds of sweet slippery kisses.

Taron’s strong, firm hands roamed your body as you climb over him to straddle him on the sofa, the strap of your loungewear top slipping down your arm in a sultry way. It was the only time Taron removed his lips from yours, to place a long lingering kiss on your smooth shoulder of where the strap trailed down.

“I win” he teases proudly while peppering kisses all over your bare collarbones and neck.

Naturally you tilted your head back, moving with the placement of the kisses, too lost to even know what he said.

If it was something about winning, you didn’t care. Maybe you lost but you still had the prize.

Clothes were slowly being tugged, kisses were getting deeper, hands were getting more grabby. You giggled into the kiss as something hard pressed into the right spot.

Just as you began to help Taron strip you from your clothes, the familiar scratch of the record sounded and the soft romantic music continued to play. The end to the power cut.. How bizarre.. it was perfect timing. This whole evening was just.. perfect.

#taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton x you #richard madden

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton

Note: This wasn't requested but I felt like I wanted to do this version of the alphabet H.C as well.

I hope that it turned out as well as I had pictured in my head.

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He loves a good cuddle.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)

Your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He usually cums wherever you tell him to.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a small secret tattoo that is not visible to anyone but you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced. More experienced than anyone can fathom.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

69

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the situation but typically he’s goofy

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is groomed still has hair down there and yes, it matches the rest of his body

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

It depends on how you are both feeling but most of the time it’s intimate and slightly rough.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Taron had been away on location for about a month now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to function. He missed you so much and the nights in which he missed you the most, he would scroll through his phone, looking at photos and videos of you. He would let his mind wander to how you would feel against his body and how sexy you’d look as he slowly and torturously undress yourself in front of him.

Unfortunately, he would always get interrupted before his thoughts could go any further than that.

One particularly stressful night, Taron had been unable to sleep due to his mind whirling with many different things and no matter how hard he tried to shut his thoughts off, nothing worked.

He growled in annoyance as he got out of bed and went to his laptop so that he could call you.

You were so excited to get an impromptu call from your boyfriend that you answered the call. 

You had been relaxing in the bath watching your favorite show when he called and needless to say, you both fell asleep extremely satisfied at least for now and as best you could while you were apart.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you lick and suck on his balls and also, because he is uncut, he loves it when you gently but playfully tug on the skin. He loves that goofy yet saucy side of you. It keeps things alive in the bedroom.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the kitchen on the island. This will often happen when he comes home from being on location and neither of you can hold it together long enough for a nice meal and catch up.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You dressing up for him. He knows that you’ve also put something skimpy and sexy underneath your clothes. It drives him crazy to think of what you are going to surprise him with

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could and would hurt you. He wants you to feel pleasured but not pained. This includes choking, biting hard enough to break the skin, whipping…basically anything that falls under the umbrella of extreme BDSM

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You love seeing Taron unravel underneath you as you take him as deep as your gag reflex will allow.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how much time you both have

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Because of both your jobs and work hours etc. quickies are had more often than long love making sessions

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You both love experimenting because it keeps things exciting.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This largely depends on how tired you both are and how long your work weeks have been

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own toys and like implementing them every now and then

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes teasing you as it makes him feel in control

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s vocal and because he knows you love it when he does this, he will sprinkle some dirty talk between those glorious moans of his

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Being that one of your favorite characters of his is Eggsy, he’ll often get you to agree to a roleplay session and boy oh boy is it one of the hottest things you two can do.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a very good size😉

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a Rabbit

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

It varies and depends on how rough you two have fucked

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[applesfallingfromblondehair]

Another golden nugget from Golden Boy I've just unearthed from the archives:

"I can totally imagine what it would be like to... fff—really want to have sex with Richard Madden"

(and other sentences full of hypotheticals by Taron D. Egerton)

#taron egerton #richard madden #dexter fletcher #madderton #taron and richard #i can totally imagine #hmmmmm

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

Bathtime Bliss

A/N: Long time no write!! Tonight a little bit of inspo hit me and I wound up writing 500 words of a little blurb so here you go! I hope you enjoy it.

Every candle that you could find in the cabin surrounded the bath. You’d balanced them on the sink, on the little ledge at the side of the bath behind the taps, on the windowsill, and a few were dotted on the floor. Despite the bitter cold of the outside air that was slowly seeping in through the cracks in the window frame, the bathroom was warm, steam rising from the bathtub that you were submerged in. 

You sat at one end of the bath with your legs rested against Taron’s thighs, watching him with a playful smile that he mirrored. His hands reached forward so that he could run his fingers over the skin of your calves. Your lungs filled with air and you let your eyes flutter closed slightly. It was the first time in a while that you felt truly content. 

‘Do you think we ought to do something tomorrow?’ Taron asked. ‘We’ve been here two days and we haven’t left the cabin once.’ 

You took a sip of your wine and let the liquid burn your throat slightly. ‘Why would we leave the cabin and go out into the cold, wet snow when we have such a soft, warm bed here?’ You asked in response, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. ‘And we have been doing things. Lots of things. Fun thing.’ 

Taron jokingly shook his head at you, his smile growing just a little. He squeezed your leg lovingly before shifting his body in the water to get comfortable again. The water flowed around you, rippling around your body and heating up the areas of your skin that hadn’t been submerged in the hot water for a while. The bubbles that hadn’t popped while you’d spent over an hour in the bath were lapping at your skin. They tickled slightly and you smiled at the different feel. 

‘I’ve enjoyed the things that we��ve been doing here,’ he whispered, using his strength to push himself forward so that he was closer to you. He hooked your legs around his waist and pulled you into his lap while he ran his hands over the expanse of your back. ‘But town is pretty. There are cute cafés and shops. And there are bookshops too, apparently.’ 

‘Breakfast in a café does sound nice,’ you said.

‘So tomorrow we wake up and put on every single layer that we can and we go out for breakfast. And then after breakfast we walk around town and go shopping. Maybe we wind up in a pub for lunch. Maybe we make our way back here and camp in front of the fire to stop ourselves from getting frostbite.’ 

You chuckled gently. ‘That sounds like a good day to me.’ 

‘I love you,’ he whispered, ‘and right now, as much as this bath is very romantic and I love just being in here with you…I-’ 

‘Me too,’ you laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and holding him steady before pressing your lips against his tightly. 

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[sophiandurmom]

taron egerton didnt cover 20+ elton john songs, give a life changing performance that altered my brain chemistry, and have sex with richard madden just to be snubbed by the oscars and not even get a nomination.

#rocketman #rocket man #taron egerton #elton john

[greensequoia]

IN GENERAL, THIS BLOG IS 18+. Some fics MAY be for all ages, in which case they will be specially noted in the individual tags. OTHERWISE, the fic is designated as MINORS DNI. Heed this warning, the fic warnings, and, most importantly, Wanda's warning. Feel free to request a fic following the guidelines and let me know if you want it specifically for 'all ages'. Upset messages will not be responded to. Thank you and happy reading!

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☞if the fates allow | dean x reader | 3k Dean knows he shouldn’t be in love with you. And yet, here he is, on your doorstep, drunk and spilling all the secrets he’d apparently been keeping for the last four years. He knows he shouldn’t be in love with you, his best friend’s very recent ex. But Dean’s in love with you, and the frigid breeze of Christmas in Los Angeles whispers to let him in. [tags: angst, explicit language, general drunkeness, declaration of love]

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☞daylight | lando norris x reader

You've tried to cut this off so many times, but he managed to call you back every time. You've tried to ignore his calls and texts so many times, but found yourself nearly depending on them at this point. But hardest of all, you've tried to pretend that your loveless relationship gives you a fraction of what Lando seems to give so easily. [tags: post-sex haze, explicit language, aftercare, fluff, cheating, failed relationships, random villainous indycar boyfriend]

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☞keep me in your chest | chris x reader

Two years into your marriage, you and Chris are having a baby. This will be a series of snapshots into your relationship while preparing for a baby and then some. [tags: literally all the fluff, smut, explicit language, domesticity, miscarriage scare (but 100% happy ending)]

#taron egerton x reader #chris evans x reader #lando norris x reader

[thranduil-aran-edhil]

3, 9, 23, 29 😘 for the ask thing. Also one extra bonus question of your own choice

HI, DARLING, THANK YOU FOR THE AASK I answered 3 and 23 here!

I either go through the ship tag with the "Exclude" thing on my blacklisted tags OR I go through the fics of an author I love, read all of their things and then go through their bookmarks like a little gremlin.

ohhh thats a fun one! its about my SM playlist, so here we go. I'll select 3 because that playlist is at a ridiculous number of songs.

1 - Tutti Frutti by Little Richard

I chose this one because it's the original one, Elvis just covered it. It was released in 1955 so it would totally be on the radio when the story of Switchblades and Motorbikes takes place. Little Richard is a queer icon and this song was originally very very queer, according to  The Life and Times of Little Richard: The Quasar of Rock the lyrics went like:

but according to Rock N' Roll America, a 2015 BBC documentary they went like:

I have this hc that some people still played this fabled Original Version around bars and clubs.

2 - Saturday Night Is Alright (For Fighting) by Elton John

This song is the reason for the title of the fic and I'm so so SO glad I had this moment of insight bc I was NOT happy with the previous title (you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare just wasn't punchy enough, too long) . This song is about BAR FIGHTS and GETTING IN TROUBLE, so it fits the vibe of the fic and of a fight scene really well. I also love the scene with Kit Connor and Taron Egerton in the Rocketman movie, def an inspiration.

3 - Moment's Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

I love how open Hozier is with his influences, how he reveres music made by black people. I think his music would fit the time, in a way. Also this song is hot af and helped me write the sex scene SJDHKFJGHFSDG

AND NOW THE BONUS ONE

I thought of you, alexturne, when I saw this question. YOUR COMMENTS ARE SO WONDERFUL, SO FILLED WITH KINDNESS AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL, seriously, THANK YOU, I never thought I'd receive something like this, I was not expecting SM to gather this kind of comment and I'm so happy, HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTERS

[agentnico]

Ghosted (2023) Review

Adrien Brody’s crappy French accent in this movie I could have forgiven, if only I haven’t seen John Wick: Chapter 4 a couple of weeks ago where I experienced the most delightful Parisian mouthing of Bill Skarsgard’s villain, so now Brody’s French-ish slur sticks out like a sore thumb. And boy is this one sore thumb. Everything is not j’aime up in this joint.

Plot: Cole falls head over heels for enigmatic Sadie, but then makes the shocking discovery that she's a secret agent. Before they can decide on a second date, Cole and Sadie are swept away on an international adventure to save the world.

This is the third time Chris Evans and Ana de Armas are co-starring in a film together, following the fantastic murder mystery Knives Out and the Netflix action film The Gray Man. As such this pairing on paper seems like a natural one, however upon seeing the new Ghosted film on Apple TV+ I have made quite the peculiar discovery - these two have absolutely zero chemistry. I mean none whatsoever. All their flirting comes of as cringeworthy, the romance is none existent and I didn’t buy into their relationship whatsoever. Their kissing scenes reminded me of that Andrew Garfield/Emma Stone SNL sketch where they don’t know how to kiss on camera. It was just awkward. And when in a rom-com your central couple have no chemistry, well then the movie is doomed to fail as is. Also, talk about a miscast! Chris Evans is supposed to play a farmer boy with an inhaler having an innocent outlook on life, yet it’s so hard not to see him as the alpha male, as such making his casting very questionable. Ana de Armas is usually a likeable presence, however, again, here is very bland and forgettable. And wears a wig. A very obvious wig, made the more obvious by the Twitter community, so thank you guys. It’s a shame really, as one could have easily done a trashy silly spy rom-com with A-list actors. Just look at Mr & Mrs Smith - an absolutely stupid movie but its hard to deny the sex appeal of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie together... though obviously that hasn’t aged too well but back then they were fire!

There’s a lot of talent involved behind the camera here. Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick who are known as the writers of the very successful and entertaining Deadpool movies have story credits here, and Dexter Fletcher is in the director’s chair. Evidently all three must have been undergoing some kind of collective erectile dysfunction causing their creative juices to dry out like water in a desert, as this movie consists of all the possible Hollywood plot cliches imaginable, with a painfully unfunny script, boring direction and general nonsense. Fletcher is fresh off the heels of his previous directorial outing with the Elton John biopic Rocketman that was visually filled with colour and charm, yet here the directing is so shallow and plain. So uninspired. As for the action sequences, they are there I guess. There’s a somewhat passable fight/chase on a bus, but even then, all those stunts you would have seen before. 

Ghosted would have been a perfectly acceptable affair back in the early 2000s, however in 2023 it is simply ticking off every generic cliché of a Hollywood action film, only not anywhere as good as the movies its ripping off, nor that funny either. There’s even a few pointless cameos thrown in, and I do mean pointless. So in a nutshell, not worth getting Apple TV+ for anyway, however if you’re wondering about that streaming service, there is a delightful movie about the backstory of Tetris that came out on there recently starring Taron Egerton, and that’s actually much more interesting. 

Overall score: 3/10

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hi! Can I ask for an imagine with Taron Egerton where he and the reader meet at an event through a mitual friend and immediately hit it off?

Hi lovely!

I'm sorry that this took me so long to post but I want to thank you for your amazing patience with me. I hope that this imagine was worth the wait. I also want to say that this imagine has not been edited so if you see any mistakes, please forgive me.

Enjoy!

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For being in the public eye so much, you’d think that y/n loved the limelight and the thrill of having people constantly chant her name and demand her attention but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Y/n hated that it was part of the job as she was usually shy, quiet and reserved but since she was the one that chose her profession, she knew that she just had to smile and breathe through it.

Much like y/n, Taron Egerton liked his privacy to an extent and when he was at home in Aberystwyth or in London, he tried to not stick out like a sore thumb and draw attention to himself, though there was always a vain part of him that loved basking in the attention of people, more specifically the women that would swoon over him; hell they’d slip him their number and flirt with him. It made him feel good in a way.

This though wasn’t always the case and Taron had his share of making himself look like an ass by throwing himself at the women he fancied. Most of the time he was drunk and desperate when he did this but there was only one time he threw himself at the opposite sex while sober. That’s how Taron and Emily began but eventually their relationship fizzled, leaving Taron craving the touch of a woman. This time though, he vowed to meet someone the right way. Sure he allowed himself to flirt with them but never to the extent that he used to and the biggest vow he made was that as soon as they told him no, he would listen and not over beg for them to change their minds. No, he was more mature now and knew what he was looking for in his future.

It was the same for y/n. She knew what she wanted and because of that, she wasn’t afraid of telling men no when she felt no connection between them or if he was being too strong in his flirtations etc. After all, she knew that when she did meet the right one, they would click instantaneously and they wouldn’t want to leave each other's side.

So as y/n stood outside enjoying the sparkle and shine of the stars in the night sky, drinking her beer, she wondered why she was even at this party. Sure she enjoyed getting together with Felicity but big events like this that involved a slew of people both famous and non famous, it wasn’t her thing and she’d rather the ground swallowed her whole.

“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice asked, pulling the woman from her thoughts. Immediately she moved over to make more room and smiled at the person.

“I don’t mind at all.” She told them.

“Thanks.” They replied, sitting down and taking a drink of their drink.

“So, what brings you here?” Y/n asked, feeling a little awkward now that she had company but at the same time, she didn’t want to come across as rude or unfriendly.

“Felicity begged me to this event because in her words, I’m sulking way too much.” The person said.

“How do you know Felicity?” Y/n asked, surprised that this person seemed to personally know her friend.

“We went to drama school together. What about you, how do you know Felicity and why are you here?” The person asked, looking at y/n.

“Me, my cousin and Felicity grew up together and the same as you, sulking way too much apparently.” Y/n explained and the person nodded.

“Why are you sulking? You don’t seem like the sulking type.” The person asked. Y/n shrugged.

“I wasn’t aware that I was sulking until Felicity pointed it out. I’m usually quiet so I don’t know why she thought I was miserable.” Y/n answered truthfully.

“I see.” The person replied.

“What about you, why are you sulking?” Y/n questioned with a hint of humor in her tone.

“I broke up with my ex at the start of covid and I’ve been single ever since. Guess Felicity was sick and tired of seeing me with no one, not even a quick fling.” The person answered.

“Wow, not even a one  night stand?” She asked, somewhat shocked.

“Nope. I mean maybe at one time I would have done something like that but now, I know what I’m looking for and I suppose I haven’t found it yet.” They said and y/n nodded before taking a drink of beer.

“Well good for you. I think it takes a strong person to admit that. Especially in this day and age.” She said.

“Thanks. I’m Taron by the way.” Taron said, looking at y/n who smiled warmly at him.

“Y/n.” Y/n replied, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“I’m not really wanting to stay at this party. Do you wanna get out of here and maybe get some food?” Taron asked, hopeful. Y/n raised her brows.

“There is food here though.” She said with a hint of cheek in her tone.

“There is, but nothing that I wanna eat. It’s too fancy for my liking.” Taron replied.

“Well when you put it like that, I guess I could eat normal food. What did you have in mind?” Y/n asked, feeling a comforting feeling envelope her body.

“How about pizza.” Taron suggested.

“Ooo I don’t know. Are you a pineapple on pizza person or are you someone that thinks it doesn’t belong?” Y/n said. She was one that loved pineapple on pizza and for her, it was important that whoever she ended up with would agree with her on pizza toppings as it was her favorite kind of junk food.

“I feel like this is a deal breaker.” Taron told her.

“A deal breaker for what though? We haven’t started anything that would cause whatever deal to break.” Y/n replied and Taron had to give it to her, she was good. He hadn’t thought of that and if he was honest, he liked this about her.

“You have me there but for the record, pineapple totally belongs on pizza and olives too.” He said.

“Oooo olives? That’s a bit of a stretch for me.” Y/n said with a straight face.

“Really?” Taron asked, surprised.

“I’m kidding, pineapple and olives are alway my two must-haves on pizza.” She revealed and Taron breathed a sigh of relief.

“Shall we go then?” Taron asked as he stood up, offering his hand to y/n.

“Let’s do this.” She replied.

The pair of them going back inside, bidding their goodbyes to Felicity and heading out for pizza and maybe more…..who really knew where this would lead, hopefully for the rest of Taron and y/n’s lives.

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This... Is BGNN

Things you might want to know, for Mar 21, 2023:

'Wild Things' would've included a sex scene between Matt Dillon and Kevin Bacon if one of them didn't refuse to film it, the director says — There were only a handful of movies in the ‘90s that I paid to see multiple times in a theater: Dead Again, Forrest Gump, Seven, Pulp Fiction… and Wild Things. Why? See above.

Ciarán Hinds says he was put off by amount of sex in 'Game Of Thrones' — Um, dude, you’re one of my favorite character actors, but come the fuck on… you were the star of HBO’s Rome, which paved the path of global/family politics and gratuitous nudity/violence/rape/slavery/incest that Game of Thrones so eagerly traveled.

Roger Deakins Breaks Down His Most Iconic Films — 🍿

The doomers are wrong about humanity’s future — and its past — I’m willing to concede that this is the scariest time in human history… our communications infrastructure is such that billions of people can all share individual, specific fears, an historically unprecedented state of affairs. But it’s still the best time to be alive.

Stock photo sites' abuse of public domain images countered with better copies and a $0 price tag

why is the ocean so pretty? #shorts - 🍿

The hilarious story of 1908 "fake rescue dog" who pushed children into the Seine and then rescued them for steak rewards — In case you were wondering if credulous journalism was a modern phenomenon.

Safety pin: A tiny tool Indian women use to fight sexual harassment — Go get ‘em, girls.

Helen Mirren on Superhero Movies, Tarantino Westerns, and Why She Got Tattooed — This interview should be subtitled “How COVID boredom and the economic downturn leads famous old people to try slumming it.”

Why the Prestige is unlike any other Christopher Nolan movie — Well, the main this is that it’s very good.

Miracle on the Sea of Thieves: How a Single Idea Powered a 10-Year Journey — A game I want to love, but, well… other people ruin everything.

Microsoft 'Confident' It Can Get Call of Duty Running on Nintendo Switch — Or: “Microsoft ‘Confident’ It Can Shovel Whatever Shit It Must To Keep Sony From Embarrassing It Indefinitely”

Glaze: Protecting Artists from Style Mimicry — It’s a temporary fix to a complex and evolving problem, but if it makes people consider the implications of emerging tech, then it will deliver long-term benefits.

‘Tetris’ Review: Taron Egerton In Sensational Video Game Origin Story That Plays Like A Nail-Biting Cold War Spy Thriller — The opening paragraph of the review states that the writer has never seen or played Tetris before watching the movie. Proving the writer is either culturally incompetent or a liar.

A fashion TikToker is selling a Rick Owens vest with the word 'urinal' on it for $425 and viewers aren't sure how they feel about it — 🍿

#news #Youtube

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

I told y’all Taron was straight. 🙄

Oh LOL I was waiting for this shit to pop up.

I guess it's time to shut it down, and it's therefore time for the theory exposition.

Two things:

BISEXUAL PEOPLE EXIST, WILL YOU PLEASE STOP TRYING TO ERASE US?

He's on Raya in the city he primarily lives and works in. I'm told one has to indicate what one's "looking for" on the app. He isn't out. Judging by the way people immediately (it only took a couple of months as far as I understand) blabbed to the press about him being on it, it would take no time at all for the "oh my god Taron Egerton is also looking to date men" rumour to get spread.

Now he's doing this very public thing, popping up on people's dating apps and also following these obviously influencer-type women on his main Instagram. 'Public' is the key word here. He only follows a handful of people, mostly celebs, people he's worked with, friends, etc., so following these girls on his main Instagram account, the one with the blue tick, must mean he (or at least his team) must know people will notice what he's doing, since follows appear in semi chronological order.

Now, I'd understand if this had been a pattern before, in the many many months he and Emily were broken up for, but it feels like a relatively recent thing.

So, putting the pieces together:

Sorry to judge a book by its cover, but he's definitely not looking for love on Raya if these are the matches he decides to pursue

He's doing this grand public gesture of flaunting a straight, #ladsladslads boy image on his one social media account he actually uses (RIP Taron's Twitter we will forever cherish you)

He's behaved oddly for months, but we don't need to talk about it at length, I feel like we've already been through it enough times.

If he wanted to date men, he definitely could do it off the apps and still stay within the safe pool of the entertainment industry. Maybe it would be even easier than finding these plastic-filled wannabe influencers, honestly.

Now, taking all this into consideration, I ask you: is Taron Egerton looking for a beard?

I know I'm probably going to get stoned to death for this but it's a genuine question that popped into my head when I saw some of those profiles. I want to think him better than this. And even if he'd just wanted sex, he definitely wouldn't have needed to FOLLOW THEM ON HIS VERY PUBLIC IG ACCOUNT.

Discussion open, do your worst. (But don't, actually, because if you're disrespectful to me or anyone else on here you're going to get blocked 😘)

#taron egerton #raya #the raya hoes #beard #just my thoughts #this is #bi erasure #bisexual #pride

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397 Days

A/N: This piece stemmed from an ask I got wayyyy back last year (sorry anon for the time it's taken to get to this!!). "Idea/ request : maybe Taron gets jealous? Any circumstance but ideas for circumstances : at a party, pub, at the gym." I did go a little off track with it but I always do lmao. Word Count: 7,694 Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of alcohol consumption, mental health, smut, mentions of cheating, jealous partners, public arguing

'Taron, would you quit following me already?'  You seethed through gritted teeth, hands balling into fists at a failing attempt of channelling the anger running through you. You were far too tired to put up with his shit and you swung the garden gate open hoping that it would swing back and catch him on the shins. It didn’t.

Tired was an understatement. After an insanely long week at work with your creepy colleague asking daily for a date even though you didn’t like him in the slightest, the last thing you needed was your ex boyfriend at your doorstep after following you home from the bar where you had been on a date with said creepy colleague. 

‘He’s a sleaze, Y/N. You do know that, right?’ 

You did know that. But if going on a date with him would finally get him off your back then you were willing to go out with him for one date. The conversation on the date hadn’t been as awful as you first thought they would be. 

You turned to Taron, cocking your head to the right the tiniest amount. ‘And what does that matter to you? I’m not your problem anymore…remember?’ 

‘Y/N-’ 

‘No, Taron,’ you interjected before he could say what you were thinking. You were already exasperated by the thought of getting into an argument with him. You were too tired and far, far too emotionally unstable for it. ‘You don’t get to tell me what you think about the people that I hang out with. Not anymore. You lost the ability for that when you made the decision to leave me. And I'm finally moving on and finally starting to feel like me again. Like the person I was before I met you.’ 

Taron had followed you into your garden, not bothering to close the gate behind him. Not that you were all that surprised. He never shut the gate even when you were still together. He stood a few feet away from you. Close enough to you that he could smell the intoxicating scent of your perfume but far enough away that he couldn’t touch you if he held his arms out. You were thankful for the latter, already unnerved by his spontaneous presence. 

‘And you’re doing that by hanging out with sleazy guys who only want you for sex? For nothing but a meaningless fuck before they leave the house when you’re still asleep? That’s how you’ve chosen to move on?’ 

You scoffed loudly. ‘Who’s to say that I didn’t only want him for sex? That I wasn’t going to have a meaningless fuck and then leave him at something past two in the morning to come home and never call him again? And who’s to say that he only wanted me for sex anyway? He’s not you, Taron. He actually cares about me and my feelings.’  

Taron didn’t need to know that Tim from the marketing department very clearly did only want you for sex, or that the entire time you were with him, you were picturing yourself with Taron, snuggled on the soft bench and laughing about something random. It wasn’t his place to tell you what he thought about any guy that was in your life. Whether or not he was completely right. 

His shoulders sank as he sighed.‘That’s not fair.’ 

‘Oh you think I’m being unfair?’ You asked, pointedly. ‘Let’s talk about what’s not fair then, shall we?’ 

You stepped closer to Taron with your eyebrows raised slightly as if to say, oh you have no idea. ‘You broke up with me for an assistant you’d met at work on this very doorstep-’ you threw your arm back to show him exactly which step it was that he’d left you on, the shadow of his former self staring back at you, ‘-in the middle of the night, after you’d slept with me one last time for good measure. And then, to make it even worse, you disappear for over a year without so much as a full explanation. That’s what isn’t fucking fair, Taron.’ 

Your eyes were trained on him, watching for any tiny movement he made. He knew that you were right and you knew that he knew. His eyes had lost their usual glossiness and he looked genuinely sorry. But there was something in you that stopped you from caring. You wished he felt the same way you had for so long after the breakup. 

He didn’t say anything. Though whether that was because he was scared of saying anything else and saying the wrong thing or because he knew that there was physically nothing he could say to make you feel better, you didn’t know. 

‘How did you know where I was tonight?’ 

In the shock of seeing Taron in the pub and him starting a fight with Tim, you hadn’t really been able to process the fact that he was there, in Otford, and not home in Hampstead where he lived. He hated the pub and had been very vocal about the fact throughout your entire relationship, telling you that he wished you’d moved closer to the centre where there were more places to get drunk on a Friday night when he got home from working. 

‘What do you mean?’ He asked, more tense than before. 

‘How did you know that I was at the pub? You have always been rather vocal about your dislike of that specific pub and the drive from yours to it so there is absolutely no way on this earth that you just happened to be there on a random Wednesday night on your own when I happened to be there on a date. Who told you where I was tonight?’ 

‘Nobody told me.’ 

He wasn’t lying. You always knew when he’d been lying about something by the way his eye twitched slightly and the way that he wouldn’t look at you. But as he told you that nobody told him, he looked directly at you and his eyes remained still. 

‘Okay. Then how did you know where I was?’ 

‘Your Instagram story.’ 

‘I didn’t put it on my Instagram story.’ 

‘Your close friends.’ Shit! ‘I’m still on your close friends list. You never removed me after the breakup.’ Double shit! If he was still on your close friends list then he must have seen every story you posted after the breakup. The ones of you sobbing with a glass of wine on a random afternoon. The ones of you throwing your photos in the bin. The ones of you singing hate songs about ex partners. The ones of you at your lowest and most vulnerable. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  ‘I saw the photo you put on of the two drinks and that dickhead’s hand-’ 

‘He’s called Tim.’ 

‘Tim? Yep, he’s definitely a sleaze.’ 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to let out a little laugh. He said it with such confidence and such amusement that you couldn’t help but want to laugh. That was something that he’d always been able to do; make you laugh. He made you laugh in the times when the last thing you thought you would ever do was crack a smile. It hurt you knowing that he still had that hold on you. But you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss it at the same time. 

‘Taron…’

‘I saw the photo and I just needed to see who you were out with. There was this huge grasp of jealousy that wrapped around my throat and constructed my breath. I really needed to see you. To see the guy you were with. I guess I wanted to see if he made you happier than I could.’ 

The glossiness made its way back to his eyes but it still wasn’t his happy glossiness. It was the kind that only appeared when he was close to tears. When he was speaking the truth. 

The truth was that Tim didn’t make you happier than Taron did. You didn’t think anybody would make you that happy again. Though it was nice to get out and not be stuck at home wondering what being with someone else would be like. You’d spent the better part of two years doing that and you needed to stop wallowing and actually find out what it would be like. 

It was just typical that Taron happened to turn up on the one day that you tried to forget about him and the way that he’d made you feel. 

‘I needed to see how you were doing. And then when I actually did see you and you were laughing at that gu-Tim, I snapped. I’ve spent the better part of two years building this wall against the world one brick at a time. I hoped that it would somehow protect me from ever having to wonder what you were doing or who you were with. But seeing you laughing with someone else, in the pub that we used to go to with your friends. It was hard.’ 

‘Taron-’ 

‘And then I actually did see you, the wall that I’ve tried so hard to build up over the past couple of years to pretend like I wasn’t hurt by what I did collapsed.’ He sniffed gently, turning away from you and blinking aggressively. You could hear his breathing from where you were, shallow and shaky. It hurt but you couldn’t let it show. 

Your neighbour was in their window and you wanted to tell Taron to come inside with you so that you were out of the way from prying neighbours but you didn’t trust yourself enough to let him back inside.  

‘God, I’m so sorry for snapping like that,’ he whispered. ‘It’s just…I really hate the thought of someone else being with you. Being with you the same way that I was at one point. I never did get over the jealousy you used to joke about.’ 

‘But you don’t want me anymore,’ you stated, fighting back your own tears. You hadn’t said those words out loud since a week after he left when you were sobbing uncontrollably on the phone to your friend. ‘You don’t want me but you don’t want me to be with anyone else? You don’t want me to be happy? Do you know how selfish that makes you?’ 

‘Yes. It makes me the most selfish man in the entire world but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t want you to be with anybody else because it would mean that there really isn’t a chance for us to get back together.’ 

You could barely believe what he was saying. You’d hoped and prayed that he would say them but never did you think that he actually would. That he would admit that he wanted another chance with you. That he still had feelings for you. 

‘You broke my heart that night when you told me that you’d been sleeping with that and now you’ve come here, to my home, to tell me that you still have feelings for me? I hate you. I hate you for ever thinking that it would work. Fuck, I can’t stand the sight of you right now.’ 

‘I’m absolutely mad about you, Y/N,’ he said, finally looking you in the eyes as he reached forward to grab your hands. ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you for two years.’ 

‘I am far too tired for this, Taron,’ you sighed, shoving his hands away from yours and stepping back again. ‘I thought I’d been relieved of your jealousy but that’s what’s caused this whole mess tonight. Had it not been for your incessant jealousy, you wouldn’t have come to the pub and I’d have gone home with Tim and I’d still feel like I’m moving on from the mess you left in my life.’ 

Taron slouched. ‘I’m always going to be jealous when it comes to you. I just want you to be treated well and I want to look out for you.’ 

‘Here you go again, spinning the situation around as though you’re just trying to look out for me. But guess what? I’m not falling for it anymore. An apology would be nice though,’ you added. ‘For what you did. I never did get one of those.’ 

‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘Sorry that it happened? Or are you only sorry because I’ve asked you for an apology? I don’t believe that pitiful excuse of an apology. I’m going inside. Go home.’ 

‘I love you.’ 

Pinching your top lip momentarily, you tried your hardest to not cry. ‘Wow…so you really are only sorry because I’ve pulled an apology from you. You know, I’ve hated you for so long yet there have been times where I’ve wondered what life would be like had I answered the phone that day.’ 

‘Why didn’t you answer the phone?’ He asked. 

‘Are you serious, Taron? Why didn’t I answer the phone? I don’t know. Maybe it was because YOU HAD JUST BROKEN UP WITH ME AND LEFT ME ON THE DOORSTEP SOBBING AND WISHING THAT I COULD JUST DIE SO THAT I WASN’T IN PAIN ANYMORE. Maybe that’s why.’ Your breathing was heavy as you stared at him, fists clenched again by your sides. Tears threatened to spill down your face but you didn’t let them. 

  'What would have happened if you’d answered?' 

You didn’t even need to think before you answered him. 'I’d have fallen to your feet like I did every other time we got into an argument. I’d have begged you to come home-' you breathed a laugh, truly realising just how fast you would have asked him to come home. 'and I’d have told you that I loved you. Because fuck I loved you so much. I loved you to the point where I would be willing to put my happiness on the line just so that I could be with you. That’s what would have happened.' 

Vulnerability was something that you’d struggled with after the breakup. You never wanted people to roll their eyes at you or think that you were yammering on about something that was so far in the past. But with Taron it felt natural. Even though you were pissed off at him and wanted him to leave you alone, there was a magnet drawing you in and a comfort that allowed you to tell him the truth. That allowed you to open up again. 

'This year has been hell, Y/N. I’ve regretted that night every single day for 397 days. You were my absolute everything and I broke you. God I hate that I broke you.’ 

‘People are starting to stare, come inside.’ 

You turned and walked up the three steps to the front door, digging through your bag for your key. Taron stayed a little behind you but never took his eyes off of you. The only time he did was to look at your neighbour through their window who had been staring at the two of you for ages, probably wondering how she could make money off of the situation. ‘Taron Egerton and mystery girl fighting on steps of a London home.’ You could see it now. 

When you’d managed to get the door open, you held it for Taron while you slipped your shoes off and kicked them to the bottom of the stairs to move when you went to bed. Taron slipped in past you and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from leaning forward and smelling him. He wore your favourite cologne and you hated that he had. 

‘397 days?’ 

‘397. The longest days of my life,’ he replied quickly, moving into the living room and refraining from looking around to see what was different. But he knew something was different about the room.‘It’s like I missed a whole year of happiness because of how shitty I’d been. I’m so, so sorry.’ 

And then he saw it. The photo on the mantle. You’d replaced the photo of the two of you on holiday for one of his birthday bashes with you and your best friend from one of your nights at the pub. You were wearing one of his old t-shirts and were laughing over a glass of alcohol, your eyes shining in the lights that danced around you. 

‘Was she worth it?’ You asked, bringing him back to the room. 

‘Was who worth it?’ 

‘Whoever the assistant was that you shacked up with on your press tour. Was she worth losing me?’ 

Your heart broke all over again and you were immediately transported back to the night he confessed to cheating on you. The relationship had been your entire life. Taron promised that he wouldn’t ever do what your ex boyfriends had done. He wouldn’t treat you the way that they had. Then he did. And it hurt like hell. 

It took months for you to finally start to live life again. Mornings had been spent curled up in bed on your phone staring at photos of the two of you together and him working. Afternoons had been spent on the sofa watching the saddest movies you could find so you could blame them for your hysterical crying. Evenings had been spent back in bed with a book trying to escape the world. 

It wasn’t until your best friend came to get you one night and practically forced you out of the house and to the pub for an hour when you began to smile again. You started to work out again, you were eating properly and going out with friends. It was a breath of fresh air. A calm breeze on a hot day, making you stop and take everything in a little more than usual. 

‘ 'Absolutely not. Y/N, look at me. I know nothing that I say will ever make what I did right and excuses aren’t the way to fix this but I missed you so fucking much.’ He’d told you that he missed you before. That it didn’t mean anything because he missed you. In his own words, he thought only of you during it. ‘I was pining for you day after day and annoying everyone else who was working with me. To the point where they’d joked about me sleeping with someone else just to get over the pining.’ 

Your tongue pressed into the inside of your cheek as you took a deep breath. ‘Wow. Nice to know what your work colleagues think of me. And how little they respected me, you or our relationship. Joke or not.’ 

‘It wasn’t like that, I swear. They apologised for saying something like that and were genuinely apologetic. That night I was in bed and tried to Facetime you because God I needed to see you and hear your voice. But you didn’t pick up.’ 

‘I was out with Clarissa trying to cheer up from missing you.’ You distinctly remember sending him a text message letting him know that you were going out with your friends and that you loved him. When you were out you couldn’t think of anything other than Taron and had constantly checked to see if he’d text you back, not knowing just what he was doing. 

‘Stacy came to my room and I was so vulnerable, you have no idea. Crying on the bed because I just wanted to talk to you so badly. I was miserable without you and couldn’t think of anything that would take my mind away from the pain I had in my chest from missing you.’ 

‘So you decided to sleep with Stacey to get over it? What, was her mum unavailable?’ 

Taron rolled his eyes at your joke and took a tentative step closer to you. He reached his hands out to you and you almost took them. Almost. 

‘I truly cannot believe what I did. She looked a bit like you-’ your eyes widened and you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You’d been told previously that the girls you were being cheated on with looked like you or reminded them of you and it didn’t make it any better. It made you feel worse, knowing that his eyes were clearly wondering even though you were right there. You questioned everything about yourself. ‘-and I think I was so deep in my own head that I didn’t think properly. I regretted it as soon as I’d finished and felt like I’d just started the end of my own world. Like everything was going to avalanche and I was going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me. When I got home and saw you and how excited you were to see me, I realised the severity of what I’d done and realised that I was going to lose you.’ 

‘It was only when you saw me that you realised how you’d acted? Really, Taron? Don’t dig yourself any deeper into the hole.’ 

‘I knew how awful it was from the minute it happened but seeing your face; seeing how truly happy you were and when you ran to me and kissed me, I knew I couldn’t not tell you. I thought you’d be better off without me after that happened.’ 

Tears streamed down your cheeks by that point, collecting on your chest as you took multiple shaky breaths. Your heart ached more than it had in over a year. 

‘Better off without you?’ You asked, wiping under your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper and not caring that your makeup was going to smudge. ‘I have been absolutely miserable for 397 days. I didn’t get out of bed for weeks and I didn’t shower for just as long. I was barely eating, I wasn’t talking to my friends, I didn’t see my family either. I became a hermit of grief. I’d probably have been better off if you had just pretended like it didn’t happen and not told me. At least then I wouldn’t still be grieving the loss of the most amazing man I’ve ever met.’ 

‘Still?’ 

‘It’s funny really,’ you sniffled, ‘how the human brain can make you hate the one person who made you the happiest you’d ever been. It’s also funny how you can have these morals and virtues that you’ve lived by throughout your entire life and then something happens and you don’t care about morals or virtues. For years I told myself that if I was ever in another relationship and they cheated, that would be it. And it was, for the rest of my relationships. But here I am, watching you stand in the room where we would laugh until the early hours of the morning wishing that I’d answered the phone.’ 

Taron stood in silence, letting you get everything out that you needed to. ‘You broke my trust and you broke my heart but I wanted nothing more than to be with you. It was strange. The first person I wanted to call after you left was you. Because I told you everything. I wanted to call you and tell you that I’d been cheated on and that my heart was broken. But it had been you to do those things to me. And I’ve never been the same since.’ 

‘What do I have to do to make you love me?’ 

‘Nothing,’ you shrugged. ‘Because I never stopped loving you. Not really.’ 

‘Then what do I have to do for you to forgive me for what I did?’ 

‘Prove to me that you love me. Show me just how sorry you are.’ 

He took the final two steps towards you and cupped your cheeks gently, pressing his forehead against yours. You took a deep breath, inhaling his musky sandalwood scent and letting your eyes flutter closed. Tears still ran down your cheeks as you sniffled and you gulped loudly, Taron’s warm hands feeling so good against your skin. 

One of his hands moved down to your waist to pull you into him, and your hands instinctively gripped onto him tightly, fisting his coat at his back. You could feel his breath tickling your top lip and you took one last shaky breath as his lips ghosted over yours. 

Over a year of being apart but being there felt normal. Like you’d walked back into your home. Taron was home. He’d always been home. 

You pressed your lips against his fully and let him sigh into you, both of your shoulders relaxing instantly. 

‘I want to show you just how sorry I am.’  

******

Taron sat with his back against your headboard, his legs out in front of him and his hands by his thighs. You took three, shaky breaths to calm yourself before kneeling on the bed and moving closer to him. He could clearly see the apprehension in your face so he moved himself forward enough to hold your waist to pull you onto him. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss that reassured you that everything was going to be okay. 

‘We can stop,’ he insisted, ‘if that’s what you want?’ 

Shaking your head, you climbed over to him and straddled both of his thighs. You cupped his cheeks with clammy hands and rested your forehead against his. ‘Don’t wanna stop.’ 

Taron smiled to himself, letting his lips ghost over yours as he moved his hands up his thighs to your bare bum and down your own thighs. His touch was light, almost as if he was scared that it wasn’t real. He’d had too many dreams to count where you’d been close enough to him again that he was able to feel the heat from your core against his legs, the feel of your skin on his fingers and the feel of your lips against his. 

Your skin was soft under his touch, his hands gliding effortlessly wherever they roamed. From the gentle curve of your bum to the fleshy skin of your thighs, up your hips and to your waist, to your shoulders and down your arms. He couldn’t get enough of you. He’d missed you more than he thought possible and he wanted to make sure that you were real and that you were actually there with him. 

His hands found refuge on your waist, pulling your body closer to his so that he could kiss you easier. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you moved, his hard length sitting between your legs where you needed him the most. Feeling brave, you rocked yourself over him slowly, watching his face for any reaction. 

A sharp hiss filled the room around you and spurred you on to rock over him again, his cock hitting your clit in the right place. Taron could feel how wet you were getting and he gripped your hips tighter to stop your movements. He looked at you through his eyelashes, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. 

‘I meant what I said, you know?’ 

‘You meant what?’ 

Your heart pounded deep within your chest as you looked at him through your lashes, your skin getting more clammy with each passing second. 

‘That I love you. ‘Ve always loved you. Think I always will.’ Taron spoke with a level of sincerity that you hadn’t heard from anybody in a long while. His eyes remained on you the entire time he spoke, hoping with everything he had that you would understand just how serious he was being. ‘Never stopped loving you. And I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting that.’ 

Your breaths mixed at the top of your lips and you gulped at the feeling. It had been a long while since you were this close and it felt so strangely natural to you. You could just about make out the smell of alcohol on his breath and you knew that he’d be able to smell it on yours. But neither of you did anything to say that you cared. 

In the space of an hour you’d gone from chewing him out on the path of your home to straddling his thighs in the bed you used to share ready to forgive him for everything he had done. 

He’d gotten bigger since you’d seen him last. His arms were stronger and his stomach was toned. You traced the lines of his slightly protruding abs with the tips of your fingers, not really paying attention to what you were doing. His admission was ringing in your ears but you couldn’t find the words to answer him thoroughly. 

‘You don’t have to say anything right now,’ he added, almost as if he knew that you couldn’t form any words. ‘I just wanted to let you know. I am so unbelievably sorry and I know that there isn’t anything I can do to take back what I did or how I acted but I want you to know that I will do whatever you want. I just want to know that we can try.’ 

‘I don’t know, Taron.’ 

You pushed yourself off of him and sat next to him on the bed, pulling the blanket that sat at the end of it over your body to hide your vulnerability. You needed to talk and that was going to be vulnerable enough without you naked on top of him. Taron turned to face you, holding out one of his hands for you to take if you wanted to. You didn’t take it. 

‘I’m sorry,’ you whispered, gulping back tears and pinching the inside of your lip out of anxiety. ‘It wasn’t just what happened. There were other things that weren’t right with us.’ 

‘Like what?’ 

‘I didn’t feel like you-’ You paused, covering your mouth with your hand and closing your eyes. ‘Sometimes I felt like I was the only person who cared about our relationship. I think that’s why it hurt so much when you did what you did. I already felt like I wasn’t good enough for you and then you cheated on me and it made me realise that you really would rather be with anybody else but me.’ 

‘That’s not the case,’ he said quickly. He grabbed your hands in his despite you not wanting to and turned you to face him properly. ‘I was such an arsehole constantly.’ 

‘Don’t put yourself down like that.’ 

‘I was. I realised that I hadn’t been putting any effort into the relationship. I’d come home from work and just say that I was tired and go straight to bed. I wouldn’t wait up for you if you went out with friends. I wouldn’t go shopping with you like we used to. I stopped planning dates. I was a shitty boyfriend and then I did that and I thought you deserved better.’ 

‘I did.’ 

His head dropped low and he lifted a hand to wipe at his eyes. ‘I know you did. You deserved so much better.’ 

‘Why?’ 

‘Why what?’ he asked, looking at you again. The edges of his eyes were red and damp and it took everything in you to not reach forward and wipe the one stray tear that had fallen away. Like you always did before. 

‘Why wasn’t I ever good enough for you?’ 

‘You were good enough,’ he said. ‘If anything, you were too good. Never before had I been in a relationship where my partner understood that I would be away from home for so long working. They’d never waited at the airport for me with a cheesy homemade sign every single time I came home. They’d never send me videos of themselves being absolutely ludacris just to make me smile.’ 

You breathed a laugh, remembering all of the times you’d been doing something mundane and stopped to take a video for Taron being dramatically over the top. And each video ended with an ‘I love you and I’m so proud of you.’ It took a lot of getting used to to stop doing them when you’d broken up, but somewhere on your phone were hundreds of videos just like the ones you would send with the same ending, but you were crying in those, so bitterly heartbroken. 

‘I never truly felt like I deserved your love. Because you deserved so much more than me and what I could offer you. And I think that’s why I got so jealous earlier at the pub. I saw you there laughing with somebody else the way that you used to laugh with me and I saw the way that you were so open with him. For a split second, I let myself imagine that it was me you were with. That we were waiting for our mates to come and join us for a drink before we went for dinner somewhere else.’ 

He paused and took a deep breath, his eyes getting even more glassy than they were before. ‘It hurt me seeing you with somebody else. Somebody who so very clearly didn’t appreciate your humour, or the little lines that appear near your eyes when you’re laughing, or the way you’d clasped your hands around your drink tightly at one point as you listened to what he was saying, staring into his soul to truly hear his words.’ 

He gulped. ‘Fuck, I love you. I know I keep saying it but it’s how I feel. It’s like when I’m with you there’s nothing else I can think about but you. The way that your lips protrude slightly when you’re concentrating on something or reading a book, the way that you can read a book no matter where you are and not get distracted, the way that you hold your mug of tea close to your chest with both hands while you watch Gilmore Girls, the way that you can watch Gilmore Girls so often and not get bored. You are the only thing I can think of and I am so fucking stupid for all of the shit I put you through.’ 

‘I wasn’t staring into his soul,’ you murmured. ‘I was thinking about you.’ 

‘You were-’ 

‘When he was talking and I was, as you put it, clasping my hands around my drink tightly?’ Taron nodded. ‘I wasn’t staring into his soul. I was comparing him to you. I compare every man with you. I was thinking about the fact he didn’t have dimples when he smiles, or lines around his eyes. His hair was similar to yours but it didn’t have the same softness to it, or the same bounce. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would also videos and photos of him laughing or being silly. He was boring.’ 

Taron chuckled gently before turning serious again. ‘I sound like a broken record but fuck me I love you.’ 

You pressed your lips against his harshly, slipping your tongue into his mouth and colliding with him. He tasted sharp like the vodka he had been drinking at the pub but minty from the chewing gum he always had after he’d been drinking. His tongue was warm against your, exploring your mouth like it was on a mission as he grabbed your hips and moved you back on top of him. His hands guided your hips over his again and again, building a fire in your tummy that you were completely unable to control. 

When you were happily distracted by his intoxicating kisses, he ran his middle finger between your folds, collecting your juices from your entrance and pulling them up to your clit where he drew gentle circles, chuckling into you when you gasped. He’d forgotten just how sensitive you were at a simple touch. Pushing the thoughts of other men knowing how sensitive you were from his mind, he slowly pressed his finger into you, moving his lips to kiss your neck. 

‘Taron,’ you whimpered, trying to move over him. ‘Fuck.’ 

He smirked to himself, pulling his finger from you and pushing you back just enough for him to grab his aching dick, stroking it once, twice, three times, and lining it up to you. Your hands came to rest on his chest as you lifted yourself enough to feel him where you needed him. You moved together then, him pressing into you and you pushing down onto him, and you both let out a long, drawn out moan. 

After two years, you were no longer used to the gentle burn of him entering you, or the way he filled you perfectly, like you were made to slot together in such a way. You could feel every vein, every bump, on his length as you sank down further, your hands moving to grip his shoulder tightly to steady yourself. Your knees struggled to cope with the weight of your body as you continued to lower yourself slowly. They wanted to let you fall onto Taron completely, to have him as deep as physically possible and then some. 

Taron’s eyes met yours as you sat on him fully, taking a second to get used to feeling so full again. There was only so much your dildo could do. He kissed your lips tenderly, telling you everything you needed to hear in just one look. 

His hands sat warm against your hips as he started to help you rock over him, his length hitting your deepest spot and coaxing a long moan from you. Your legs clenched around his hips and your head fell back on itself, giving Taron the perfect opportunity to press kisses to your neck, suckling the skin into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. 

You were overwhelmed to say the least. Your emotions were already all over the place with seeing Taron and reliving the past that hurt so much, and then you were in bed with him again hearing him tell you how much he loved you and you admitted that nobody had compared to him without so much as saying the words. It was all a little bit too much. 

Every fibre of your being prayed that Taron wouldn’t change his mind in the morning and wish that you hadn’t slept together. You didn’t want him to wake up and tell you that you should stay broken up. That would hurt more than letting him back into your life. You’d craved his touch and his kisses for so long that the mere thought of waking up without him again hurt. 

Taron grabbed a fistful of your bum as you rocked over him harder, lifting yourself off him slowly to sink back on him seconds later. Your kisses were still soft though, and full of love. It was as though your mouths were trying to stay together and take things slow while your lower halves were craving one another and wanting to feast. 

The only time your kisses weren’t delicate and laced with emotion was when Taron’s hips lifted to meet yours, his need to have his way with you far too much for him. His hands held your hips in place as he planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into you, revelling in the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your breasts pressed forward into him. 

‘Feels so good to have you wrapped around me like that again,’ he mumbled against your breast, his forehead sticking to you with the sheen of sweat coating your skin. ‘Better than any of my dreams.’ 

‘Fuck, babe,’ you whimpered, grabbing his hair and tugging lightly. ‘I’m so fucking close.’ 

At your admission, he moved his thumb to press it against your clit, circling it deliciously in time with his thrusts, watching you unravel on top of him. You could barely contain your moans and mewls as he slowed his thrusts, letting you rock over him again so that he could kiss you once more. 

He gripped the backs of your thighs and turned you over so that he was hovered over you, your legs at either side of his hips and his cock still nestled perfectly inside you. He pulled out of you and gripped the base of himself, dragging his raspberry tip to your clit and back a few times, shivering at the contact. When he finally started to press back into you, he moved at an agonising pace, wanting you to feel every inch of him just as much as he wanted to feel your walls flutter around him. 

He moved too slow for your liking but tutted when you tried to lift your hips to meet his. ‘Please don’t, I want to show you just how sorry I am. How much I fucked up.’ 

His eyes were wet again and you lifted your hands to cradle his cheeks, catching a tear with your thumb and taking a long, shaky breath. ‘Taron-’ 

‘I am so, so fucking sorry. Going to be sorry forever. I love you.’ 

‘I love you too,’ you gulped, letting your own tears fall as he pulled out of you until only his tip was hidden. When he went to press back into you, however, he didn’t go slowly. Instead, he thrust into you fast, and with purpose, shocking you in the best possible way. 

Your nails dug into his biceps as he thrust into you at the same pace over and over again, fast and mercilessly. He wanted to make you feel good, to give you an orgasm that you would feel for hours after. The kind of orgasm where you would struggle to walk to the toilet before bed. The kind of organise that would leave you feeling like you’d done hours at the gym. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, all while showing you how much he loved you.

He wanted to give you everything that only he could. 

‘You’re so fucking good,’ he moaned as he leaned down to kiss you again, finally letting himself break the wall completely. ‘I love you so fucking much.’ 

‘I’m going to come,’ you whimpered into his mouth, reaching around his neck to keep him in place. 

His hips continued to push into yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room around you along with your moans and groans. It wasn’t until then that you realised how loud you had probably been. No doubt the neighbours could hear you and you’d be getting a complaint the following day. But you didn’t care. You wanted them to know how good you were being fucked. 

‘Wanna feel you clenching around me. Wanna feel how good you feel.’ 

‘Holy fuck.’ 

Your orgasm didn’t give you a single warning. It flooded every one of your senses and had you gasping for air. Your legs tensed around Taron’s body, your toes curling at the insane waves of pleasure washing over you. His hair caught in your fingers as you tugged at the roots at his neck, needing something other than the white sheets to hold onto. 

The fluttering and clenching of your walls around his length pulled Taron over the edge, his own orgasm washing over him. His head fell forward until it rested on your shoulder, his chest heaving against yours with each breath he took to try and fill his lungs with air again. 

‘Fucking…shit,’ he cursed as he rode you both through your orgasms, his hips moving slowly in and out of you. 

He didn’t pull out straight away though. You were so warm and snug that he didn’t want to leave you. And you were thankful. He made you feel so full and you didn’t want to not feel full again. You wanted to feel him a little while longer.

The world around you seemed to still as you lay in bed catching your breath. Neither of you fully understood how you had gone from hating one another to confessing your feelings. The argument on the street felt like a lifetime ago but the only thing of importance was knowing that Taron really was sorry. 

‘I forgive you,’ you whispered against his shoulder. ‘For everything. I just…I need you to promise me that things are going to be different. It’s going to take me time to trust you again but I want to trust you again. I want to be with you.’ 

‘I will do everything I can to gain your trust again. And that’s a promise. Why don’t you go for a wee and I’ll change the sheets quickly? Then we can cuddle together?’ 

You nodded against him but didn’t move. He was far too snuggle for you to even begin to want to move. It took him rolling off your body and letting the cool air from the room hit your skin for you to get up, though you didn’t go without a groan. 

‘Go bloody pee, woman,’ he chuckled as you finally stood from the bed, albeit with shaky legs. 

Your thighs burned as you tried to move and you had to take a minute to run your hands down them just so that you could walk to the adjoining room for the toilet. Taron watched with a smirk as you hobbled. 

He made light work of changing the sheets, sleepiness finally catching up to him and motivating him to hurry up. 

‘Taron,’ your voice called from the bathroom, ‘there’s no toilet roll in here. Can you get me some please? It’s in the same place as before.’ 

Taron chuckled and grabbed a roll of toilet roll and passing it to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he left. 

It didn’t take long for you to climb back into bed, needing to get warm after being in the cold air for far too long. Taron joined you quickly, tucking you in and laying an arm over your torso to pull you close. His front was warm against your body as he manoeuvred himself to press a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you even closer so that you were a tangled mess under the sheets. 

‘Night, Y/N.’ 

‘Night night, Taron.’ 

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