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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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simphq · 1 year

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Hi so im posting my storys from wattpad to here x wattpad: 3mily_xx

Taron Egerton Imagine! Pt1

Dating Taron does but doesn't feel like a relationship. Get what i mean? Anyway heres some bullet points on what dating Taron would be like!

⚠️Im British so some words may be different for you⚠️

• Life as a actor means working non stop and having very little time to yourself,but when you and Taron have time to spend together it usually involves a day in bed.Cuddling up with one and other and watching a film of your your choice,you would also get you and Tarons fav takeout!

•You would visit the sets that Taron is working on which means meeting new people and making a-lot of friends!

•You and Taron have similar friends like Richard madden,Jamie Bell,Sofie Cookson ect!

•You and Taron have alot of different nicknames for each other!

Tarons nicknames for you:

•Love

•darling,(y,n,n)

•baby

•angel

•sweetheart

•cariad~ welsh for love/lover

•precious

Your nicknames for Taron!

•bubs

•honey

•dear

•Love

•T

•boo

•Hubby~if/when ur married

•There is always music playing weather its some songs from 70's or 80's. Or David Bowie or Elton John or even The Beatles,Taron and you always sing along.And of course Dancing that may or maybe lead to a make out session.

•When Taron is alway filming your feel a little sad and alone,But Taron makes sure to call or text you when he can telling you c everything thats he has been doing and sending pictures of his costumes!(Some make you burst out laughing)😂

•Taron is a family man! He loves his mum,step dad and little sisters and They love him too! His sisters adore you and look up to you lot.When you and Taron visit you spend lots of time with them all, weather thats having walks along the beach on a warm summers day or playing Mario cart with them in the winter, or drawing one and other You all have so much fun and Taron adores to watch you laugh and play with his younger sisters. It Makes him want to start a family with you but he knows not is not the right time!

•Taron and you always make each-other laugh

•When his mum calls him she always asked how you are and wants to speak to you! She think of you as a daughter.

•Taron trys to teach you welsh even though you can't remember most of it! You can remember and pronounce some things for example

•Rwy'n dy garu di~I love you

•babi-baby

•cwtsh~cuddle/hugs

•Annwyl~dear/darling

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(Authors notes)

Hi hope you enjoyed what ever that was lol, I can do a part 2 if wanted just let me know in the comments! Requests are open and thank you for reading! :D

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taronismysugerdaddy · 8 months

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Yes master❤️‍🔥

Jimmyxreader. 2136 words

Jimmy stands at the bedroom door and stares at you with an angry look on his face

The way he looks at me tells me I've displeased him in some way. But what? All kinds of different possibilities rush through my mind as I try to find out exactly what I've done. His stern look when I was about to turn stops me, and I stay rooted to the spot as you close in on me. I swallow when he stops just inches away.

"I can see the wheels spinning inside your pretty head. Have you figured out why I'm not pleased with you?" I look down at my toes and take a deep breath.

"No, master. I'm so sorry." I hate to disappoint him, but I can't lie to him either. His sigh brushed over my forehead, and he tilted my head upwards till our eyes met. I can see affection cross his face before it gets replaced by an intensity that makes me shiver in delight.

"Then let me remind you." His hand under my chin won't let me look anywhere else than at him. "In the bar earlier tonight, what happened?" My eyes widen when I realise what his talking about. I had no idea he would even see it in the crowded room, and I swallow.

"A man... kissed me... when I came out from the ladies' room." He can barely hear my whisper, but it was loud enough. His grip on my chin tightens slightly when I try to avert my eyes, so I quickly meet his eyes again.

"That is correct, and what did you do?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Nothing." I whisper. The growl in his throat was sexy, yet I know it's a warning.

"And why, little girl, did you do nothing?"

"I was too surprised, master. And when I realised what was happening, it was over." It's the truth, but I know it's not going to calm him that easily. He growled again.

"Look at me." The note in his voice makes my eyes snap open, and I take a quick breath when I see the intensity in his eyes. "Get undressed and stand with your back against the wall." I blink for a few seconds before I quickly do as he asked me to. I can already feel the arousal spreading through my limbs. I watch him cross the room to the locked cupboard where he keeps our special toys. He rummage through it for a little while before coming back with leather cuffs, a leather belt, and something that looks like a strap-on of some sort. He puts everything but the cuffs down on a nearby table before coming to stand before me. I don't have to hear the order before I offer my wrists to him, and he secures each cuff firmly around my wrists. Then I lift my arms over my head so he can attach them to the bolts in the wall. I can already feel the wetness drenching my sex. He places a chaste kiss on my forehead and place one hand over my pussy and the other on my hip, pushing me against the cold wall. His fingers slide easily through my wetness before he push two fingers inside, making me gasp in pleasure. His mouth at my ear, jimmy tugs my earlobe between his teeth.

"Who is your master?" With the words jimmy push his fingers hard inside me.

"You." I moan and move my hips against his hand, eager for more. With his free hand on my hip he pushes me back against the wall again, hard.

"That's right. You belong to me. Who's allowed to touch what's mine?" His teeth tug at the sensible skin at my throat and the warm breath from his mouth brushes over my neck.

"Only you, master. Others needs your permission." The hum of approval he lets out is vibrating through his throat and I let out a pleased sigh. He straighten up and curl one hand in the hair at my neck and pull my face up to his, still his fingers are impaling me, slowly moving in and out in my wet channel.

"That's right. Mine." Then his mouth crashes down on mine, and he reclaims my mouth in a passionate kiss, which gets more possessive for each second. He suck my tongue and bite my lip, before thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I suck it greedily. There's nothing gentle about it, I know he erasing all my memories of other men touching what's his. And I love every second of it. Suddenly he pull away, leaving me gasping for air, and pulls his fingers out of my aching pussy. I watch as he greedily lick his fingers clean and murmurs "mine". I love it when he get possessive, it makes me feel special. His wicked grin as he turn against the table with toys sends tingling shivers through my body. I can't wait to see what he has got in mind for me. When he turns back to me, he is holding the strap-on thing in his hand, and lube in the other one. I frown and about to say you don't need the lube, but then I see the fairly big butt plug attached to the strap-on. My eyes dart from the plug to his eyes.

"It's soon time to claim your ass, but for now, this will be a nice little invasion, don't you think?" I snort mentally when he holds the plug small , but the heat waves rolling through me and sending more of my juices to my wet core is enough for us both.

"You want it, don't you? You want this little bad boy to fill up your tight ass." I nod, my eyes fixed on it as he steps closer.

"Say it. Tell me what you want." The command in his voice makes me squirm in delight.

"I want it in my ass, master. Please, please let me have it, master." My voice is hoarse and pleading, filled with desire. He reaches over my head and unhooks one of my wrists.

"Turn around." I quickly do so, and then he grabs my wrist and refastens it to the wall. his hand then slides down my arm, over my shoulder and down my spine to my ass, making me shiver. One hard, fast slap against my ass makes me yelp in surprise and bump into the wall. The sting quickly dissolves into heat and mixes with the desire flooding my body. I can feel Jimmy's lips on my shoulder and the heat radiating off his body against my naked skin where he stands right behind me. The breath against my cheek before his gruff voice hands me another command.

"Spread your legs, and push your butt out. Wider, wider. That's it." his hand gently caress my butt and thighs before I suddenly feel cold lube drip down my ass crack. I gasp at the cold sensation, then moan when he Spreds it along my crack before focusing It in my tight little hole. I moan when he teasingly push his thumb barely inside, then pull it out again a few times. his hands disappear for a moment before he slides one hand around my waist, settling his hand firmly on my lower abdomen. Then I feel the cold lubed plug against my hole and instantly brace myself against the invasion.

"Breathe and relax your limbs, sweetheart. It'll make it easier." With a sharp inhale I slowly do as he says, and feel the pressure against my hole increase before it starts to slide in. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, and feel it slide deeper and deeper, stretch me wider, wider, and then his palm connects with my skin. Quickly he fasten the strap-on in place and I'm struggling to adjust to the sudden fullness in my butt. It's oddly wonderful, and I can feel myself getting wetter again. I tryingly squeeze my muscles around the plug and moan as the pleasure shoots through my body. he unhook my wrist again and commands me back in my original position. I hesitate to move, afraid I'll melt to a puddle of sensations at his feet, but his stern voice makes me obey and small moans escape me with every move I have to do.

I lift my arm over my head once my back is against the wall again, and Jimmy clicks his tongue in approval. Instead of securing my wrist right over my head with the other one, he makes me move slightly so he can fasten it in the second hook. My arms now spread to the side above my head cause my breasts to perk out at him with erect nipples, begging for his attention. Jimmy ignores them however, coming closer till he is pressed against the whole length of my body. The texture of his clothes rubbing against my hot, sensitive skin is making me squirm, and I rub myself against him as best I can. I love how vulnerable I am. It heightens my arousal even more. Then he smiles wickedly as he lets his hands roam over me, followed by his hot, wet mouth. Every nook and cranny on my body gets explored and every time he hits a sweet spot I moan loudly as I automatically flex around the plug in my butt, heightening the pleasure. I want he's mouth on my pussy, the only spot besides my breasts he's neglected.

"Master, please, I want you so bad." My voice is so hoarse of desire I don't recognise it. Jimmy smile against my thigh.

"Where do you want me?"

"On my pussy, master. Please." his teeth tug roughly at my skin before he rises to his full length in front of me.

"No." he swiftly removed his shirt before starting at his trousers. I follow his moves hungrily and lick my lips when he is wonderfully naked in of me . he grabs the base of my neck and pulls my face till our noses nearly touch. "You have not earned my tongue on your dripping wet pussy, you let another man's lips touch your skin. Even though it wasn't intentional, I have to remind you who you belong to." his free hand cups my pussy tight. "Who is your master?"

"You." I gasp.

"Who do you belong to?" Jimmy Let's one finger slide between my puffy lips, drawing a deep moan from me.

"You, master."

"Good girl, now, who owns your pleasure?" his lips brushes mine as he speaks.

"You, master." I whisper hoarsely. He smiles, pleased with my responses.

"And what does that mean?"

"I can't cum without your permission, master." I swallow. My body feels like it's going to burn up and I already feel on edge.

"Very good." He places his hands on my thighs and shoves me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and moan when the plug feels like it's getting deeper in this position. I didn't get time to blink before he slammed his cock inside my soaking channel, hitting bottom in one stroke. Gasping for air I fight against the orgasm that wants to wreck my body. Too soon, it's too soon. But the combination of the plug and you filling me up simultaneously is more than I can take. It takes all my focus to push back the climax when he start thrusting and rotating his hips. he Shows no mercy as he fucks me hard and deep, and the pleasure is driving me insane. I need to cum soon, or else I'm afraid I'll pass out from the intensity. Jimmy's powerful thrusts are increasing in speed and ferocity and I can barely breathe, the pleasure is so intense.

"Cum for me now." His words are all it takes for me to crash into the climax and I shout his name as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure tears me apart and leaves me sobbing in ecstasy in Jimmys arms. he growl into my neck seconds before I feel the first shot of his cum against my still convulsing vaginal walls, followed by the rest of his cum. Filling me up and mixing with my juices. When we both are able to breathe again, he unhooks me from the wall and we slide utterly spent down on the floor, he pulls me up in to his lap and puts his arms around me, holding me tight.

"Mine, and don't you ever forget it." his hoarse voice wraps around me and I snuggle closer, wrapping my arms around Jimmys waist.

"I'm yours, and yours alone, master. I desire nothing else."

"good girl"

#taron egerton #taron x reader #taron #i love taron #x reader #jimmy keene #jimmy Keene x reader #wattapad

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 years

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Hello lovely,

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

PS.Make it as smutty as you wish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yuck!

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

*FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*END OF FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both women turned and glared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess I deserve that.” He muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, thanks.” He muttered.

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

Jimmy smiled a little at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy chuckled lowly and gave her a naughty smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sore?” He asked, dodging her question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy smirked at her.

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

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

“The sex or dinner?” Y/n questioned.

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

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

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tegerton · 1 year

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Hii can I request smut?

Hi there! I actually don't write smut. Hope this helps, have a good day!

#taron egerton fanfic #taron egerton fic #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton #eddie the eagle #eggsy unwin #kingsman fandom #kingsman eggsy #kingsman fanfiction #eggsy imagine #eggsy x reader #harry x eggsy #taron egerton fluff #taron x reader #kingsman secret service #kingsman golden circle

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b3llb00 · 8 months

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" We Pull The Tail, Now We See Who Bites. "

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: I need to stop watching this movie, I’m obsessed and it’s gotten the better of me.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries. [WILL INCLUDE: Smut, Unprotected Sex (Use Protection, Yall.) P In V, Oral (Male/Fem. Receiving) , Fingering, Creampie, Multiple Rounds. Mild Dirty Talk.]

Wc: 1.2k * I think. * (Will Prob Change.) IM COPY AND PASTING AND EDITING THIS FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT, SO DONT SAY IM A COPYCAT. THE FINISHED IMAGE WILL BE UPLOADED HERE. IF YOU WANT TO LIKE AND FOLLOW ME, LIKE AND FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT.

DONT REPOST OR COPY MY WORK, YOU CAN REPOST WITH PERMISSION, ENJOY.

(Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol.)

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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, 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.

Just the pants or the braies too, love.? He winked at you, causing you to basically turn into putty right in front of him. (Keep in mind they didn’t really have ' boxers ' in medieval England, but they did have what were called braies. They were basically the same thing.)

You decided to try and flirt back to the best of your abilities by saying. Well, first, take your pants off, and then I’ll tell you.

This earned you a chuckle from the handsome man as he threw the bloody rag to the side and very carefully came up from his spot on the table, you watched him intently as you noticed some of the blood continued to trickle down his clothed thigh. He didn’t seem to care, he kept eye contact with you the whole time as he slowly took his pants off. To be honest it felt like an entity had passed when his pants finally hit the floor, and you weren’t disappointed, let’s just say that.. there was definitely a buldge hidden underneath the fabric of his braies, and you could actually see it growing..

You could practically hear Robin’s smirk as he called out to you, his voice low and teasing. Hey, my eyes are up here, love..

You immediately snap your gaze back up to his face, and he just has an amused expression painted all over his features. You could feel the heat start to radiate off your cheeks and your heartbeat start to pick up as you mumble out defensively. Yeah, yeah, I know.. You close your eyes for a second, trying to recompose yourself.

He takes a step forward, biting his lip to hold back a groan from the wave of pain that just shot up his leg. He cocks an eyebrow and says in a lower octave. You sure about that?

[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 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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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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Hiii! Could I request a Taron eggerton story? Where he is in readers hometown filling a movie and they somehow run into each other? But she doesn’t recognize him at all and it’s him wanting to keep seeing her and finally she is able too figure who he is?:)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to make this perfect because I liked this request very much. Hope you enjoy it like I enjoyed writing it. Have fun, tulip!

Love Letters from Unknown

Summery: You fell in love with your pen pall...

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader Warning: pen palls to lovers, fluff, a little sadness but nothing too sad

gif credit to @rottencoconut

It’s funny how many people are oblivious to their surroundings. You were no exception. One day you decided to take another route home and bump into your now boyfriend. At the time you didn’t connect the dots on who he was. He found it amusing to see the wheels in your head turning till they clicked into place.

You were walking the longer road back home. It was warm today and you wanted to soak up as much of the warm sun beams as possible. You were too distracted by the bees and bumblebees humming in the park to see the man jogging in your direction. The man was shortly looking at his phone before the accident happened.

You both stumbled onto the green grass. Your eyes were closed, the body on top of you heavy. You let out a small squeak out of shock. The man on top was convinced he crashed into a mouse. Slowly he got up on his forearms before pushing himself up into a push-up position. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was running. Stupid phone.”

You opened your eyes slowly. Above you saw the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. “It’s okay. I got distracted too. Not from my phone but cute bees.” The soft chuckle made your already racing heart skip a beat. “That’s understandable. These little helpers are fascinating creatures.”

The man stood up and like the gentleman he was he held out his hand and helped you up from the ground. You were so memorized by his strength you didn’t register him talking to you. As you snaped out of your haze you looked at him puzzled before asking him to repeat his question. “I wanted to know if you would like to go and have a coffee with me. As an apology for running you over. Literally.” You smiled sheepishly at him before nodding in agreement.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun with a complete stranger. You talk about nothing and everything. Hobbies, last trips. Places he should visit in your town. He told you he was here for a film project. You heard about it put forgot who was staring in the film.

The one coffee date turned into five coffee dates, three lunch and two dinner dates. Your cheeks felt like they had a six pack from all the smiling and laughing. You wished he could stay longer but the film was raped. Before he went back to his second home, London, he gave you his phone number and address. You once told him you missed writing letters.

After a week went by you got your first letter. It was a postcard with the water-coloured skyline of London. It was beautiful. He wrote to you about his week. How it was boring without you and that he missed your smile that could lighten the rainy days in the city. You giggled the whole time while heat crept up your cheeks.

Over the span of six months you exchanged letters, little gifts, pictures, and little poems you found or wrote. One of you would call the other you would talk for hours. One day a letter arrived. It was longer than the others you had received from him. You opened it eagerly and nearly dropped his note. You read it before you fell into a confused state of mind. Taron wrote about a plane ticket booked for Friday 10 AM. You looked into the envelope before looking at the floor.

You called him immediately. As he picked up the first he heard wasn’t a ‘Hey, how are you?’ No you called him an idiot and wanted to give him the money back. He declined before asking your clothing size. You were confused but gave him your size anyway. You asked him why but he just made a noise and began to ask you about your day.

Your nerves became more restless as you flew closer to London. Your stomach made flips as you stepped out of the plane with your luggage. You looked into a window and saw the mess your hair was in. You shrugged and went on. Taron saw you with drool running down your chin and called you cute. This man was a keeper.

You saw him thanks to the sign he made for you. It was cheesy but you loved it. It read ‘Ms. Pen Pall’. You giggled as you stood before him. He mirrored your big smile before pulling you closer to him. His lips connected to you. You felt the butterflies you missed so much erupt and come to life again. You felt whole again. The need for air got bigger by the minute till the breakup was inevitable. He turned to your belongings, took all your luggage from your hands, shouldering your backpack and nodded to the exit. “Let’s go!”

The car ride to his apartment was quiet. Music was softly playing in the background. You looked over to him while leaning your elbow on the middle console of the car, “Why did you need my clothing size?” He smirked. “You see.”

Taron showed you the way to his apartment. You tried to take your luggage from him but he declined. He told you he was raised to be a gentleman. You huffed before giving up. You walked inside his apartment and immediately felt at home. Like all the tension was lifted from your shoulders.

Taron walked you to his bedroom before stopping in front of his closet. He smiled sheepishly at you, scratching his neck. “I told you I worked at the new movie they filmed in your town. Well I got cards from the premiere and wanted to treat you. I hope you like it. I hope it’s the right colour You only once mentioned what was your favourite one.” You saw a floor length dress in your favourite colour hanging from the rack in his closet. It was beautiful. Some stones caught in the light letting them shimmer. “T, I hope the dress wasn’t expensive.” He blew a raspberry at you, “Nothing is too expensive for my girl.” Your small smile widened into a big grin.

A car picked you up at six sharp. Nerves ran high. Your leg pounced up and down which could only be stopped by Taron laying his warm palm onto your thigh. You leaned on his shoulder, taking his other hand, and intertwining it with yours.

The car came to a hold before a red carpet. You were slightly irritated before the door opened and the photographers shouted Taron’s name. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened. You held Taron back by his biceps looking him deep in his stormy eyes full of amusement. “Oh my god! I am dating Taron Egerton and I didn’t even realise it.” Taron chuckled before kissing your cheek. “Let’s go. I wanna show you off.”

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romantic-withdrawals · 10 months

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Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

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socksracoon10 · 1 year

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𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫? 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst? Author’s Note: This movie may not be the best, but hey it’s Taron Egerton and we shall write for our King Taron Egerton. That is all I have to say 😌. All mistakes are mine!

John had told him before the plan. He had it memorized within his mind for the past few days. Hop over the ledge, get past the wagons with bread, sneak past the ever-lazy guards, climb up the stone bricks and right into the side room where the guest room was. Simple. He knew he could handle it. He’d done something like this at least a million times, none of this was new. Then why was he so worried about it?

He tossed and turned a few more times in his stiff bed, well... a bed would be an overstatement. It was a wooden plank in the back of a wagon that John had situated for him to stay until dawn. “Get some good rest, this will be quite the extraneous task, considering the Lady of the Manor is within those walls,” John instructed him. Robin had nodded his head, paying no mind to the warning. He hadn’t heard much about the Lady, other than that she was a stubborn mule that often bit the hand that fed it. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and she was ruthless just like her father. He was very well aware of the fight she had started in the town square for her own selfish benefit of gaining a few extra gold coins at the expense of the men fighting for their life over a petty cause. John had seen the Lady escape that day, right after she had shoved a man down the stairs nearby, so much so that he was rendered blind due to the bruises on his head. She was part of the scum, she was part of the problem, John had spewed into Robin’s ears. Once again, the archer just nodded his head and listened, carefully. He didn’t want to give an opinion so soon of a Lady. Perhaps there were extra circumstances that he needed to skepticize; at least that’s what he had told himself when he had seen Marian with the Sheriff.

Robin shut his eyes, tightly, turning around once again in an effort to shake the image of his past lover with someone else. It wasn’t working at all. He sighed, opening his eyes to face the stars above him. Each star twinkled and danced around, just like the reflections off of the coins he stole, each with it’s own tale. He chuckled, softly, to himself as he tried his best to remember the last escapade he did. He almost lost his arm; it was such a close call. Luckily, John was there to yank him out of sight from the guards, or else he would’ve been finished. He let out a yawn, momentarily covering it with the back of his hand before his eyes slowly drooped, before ultimately closing as he let sleep take over him. The breeze that cooled him down flew over to where the Lady sat, right outside her window. She frowned, looking at the town from her high angle and realized how pitiful everyone was. However, they couldn’t be more in a state of misery as she was; always locked away inside her room. She scoffed, leaning out the window to take a glance at where the guards were. They were always stationed in the worst possible places, but as she did so, she noticed someone’s feet sticking out of the wagon where only half of it was visible to her naked eyes.

Taking this as a new responsibility, she grabbed a couple of her dresses and descended down the side, using the stone bricks as her ladder with the help of her dresses that was currently anchored to her bed. When she finally landed down onto the ground, she scurried past a few guards and made sure not to disrupt the horses in the stables as she jumped over the ledge. No one in her family would ever use those horses in the first place, but ever since that puny Robin Hood had managed to create a ruckus around the town, all the important individuals were forced to house a few guards in their houses in exchange for protection. She thought it was quite disgusting at first, because she had convinced her family that protecting one’s self did not have to be done through guards who were clearly lusting after her. The Sheriff, however, paid no mind to her requests and she scowled, storming off to her room then for an hour of reflection.

When she had approached the wagon more closely, she noticed the bow and arrow sitting upright, above the sleeping man. She couldn’t make out his face as he had turned over to the side, his face covered in the position that he was currently sleeping in. She huffed out loud, hands on her hips as she decided that whoever this man was, he’d have to leave soon. Sleeping on her family’s land was the last thing she needed. She moved to the side of the wagon and grabbed the bow to see who’s it belonged to and much to either her dismay or astonishment, her fingers had brushed past the carved initials of R and H. It was Robin Hood. She gasped, slightly, a hand flying to her mouth as she made her way back around to face the sleeping man. He had moved in his position, now facing the sky again with an arm propped underneath his head. His lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and then falling as his eyes flickered at times underneath his closed eyelids. The Robin Hood was sleeping in a wagon right outside her manor.

My, my, my, she thought to herself, isn’t this truly something?

She could easily call the guards over and capture him. Yes, she should do that and as she placed the bow back and stepped back from the wagon, a thought came flying to her head. A man as skilled and mischievous as him, wouldn’t be sleeping here in plain sight like a fool. He couldn’t possibly be that idiot, now could he? No. Perhaps... perhaps he was purposely sleeping here so she would’ve seen him. Because he’d have wanted her attention. She proudly smiled, lifting her chin up at the thought. She knew she quite beautiful, but this was fueling her ego on a completely different level.

Ah, so if games is what he was to play... then she would gladly play along.

She clasped her hands together at the thought. He would come into the manor, tomorrow, hopefully and she would catch him by surprise. Once she’d have her fun with him, she could then use him for her plan. She began to make her way back, clearly giddy at her own idea of fooling the one man she was sworn to hate...

Robin had groaned in the early morning, stretching his arms and legs a bit as he stood straight up. He was startled, however, by the sight of John in front of him with his head shaking in disappointment.

“Could’ve slept with the maids inside, no one would have ever seen you...” John scoffed. “Really?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“No, you fool, I was jesting. Now, come, you have much work to do. I shall be waiting outside of these walls with the wagon. You know what to do... do it well,” John stated, patting his back. Robin grumbled, standing up and grabbing his belongings before secretly making his way to the side wall. He looked up, noticing the stone bricks that stuck out in certain places, almost as if someone used them regularly to climb along. He had raised his eyebrow, staring at those bricks for a while before grabbing one and hoisting himself up. Well, whatever was up there, he’d have to be extremely careful.

When he hoisted himself over the window’s edge, he groaned as his gut hit the edge as he tumbled inwards. He stood up, immediately, and looked around the room to make sure no one saw that. He shook his head, stifling a small yawn as he scanned the room before him. The tossed bed covers, the messy dresses laid out on a table and some jewelry displayed out on the nightstand. Ah, so there was a guest in this room. Perfect, he cursed under his breath before stashing the jewels into his bag.

With that, he exited the room, quietly and creeped over to the stairs at the end that led to the cellar downstairs. From what he had inquired, the Lord of the Manor had decided to shift all their personal belongings to a place that wasn’t easily accessible to commoners. Lucky for Robin, he had managed to find a blacksmith that created a similar key to the cellar room. This was too easy, he thought to himself, but then again... after all the fighting he had to previously, this would be a vacation of sorts.

He had slipped the key in, turning it to the right before entering the cellar. God, it was dark in here and as he grabbed a torch hanging beside him, he heard a voice in front of him, “Well, well, well, if it’s Robin of Locksley.” His head snapped towards the direction of the voice, moving the torch closer before it illuminated the face of (Y/N). She had a frown on her, chin upwards as she faced him. The corner of his lips slowly curved upwards at the sight of her, and he didn’t fail to notice the way her eyes had faltered down to glimpse at his bow before climbing right back up to his set of green eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be tucked into your bed by now?” He teased, cocking his head to the side as he did so. Her frown deepened, hands balled into fists as she took a step towards him,

“Shouldn’t you be rotting in prison, Locksley?” She snapped and his jaw dropped for a moment before a cheeky grin formed on his face.

“I didn’t think someone like you could fire back instantly like that, I see this hellhole has a lot to offer to you too!” He cried out, beginning to walk away. She latched onto his arm, pulling him onto her,

“A honorable man like you shouldn’t leave a Lady just like that, perhaps I can accompany you,” She offered and he raised an eyebrow in response; she was planning something, he could see it in her eyes. Well, he had been working tirelessly just days prior, he could at least have some fun with her. If worst comes to worst, he could simply just take her with him at the end. He sighed, deep in thought at the consequences that could follow as she remained impatient, her eyes darting out the door in case any of the maids or guards would appear.

“Quit thinking so much, you’re here for the jewels aren’t you?” She hissed,

“Listen, I’m trying to work out some things in the hopes that you won’t betray me,” He seethed, pushing her hand off his shoulder as he marched out the door. With her trailing behind, he sometimes peered over his shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t do anything outrageous, especially in such a small space of a hallway. The steps to the cellar downstairs were spotted at the end of the hallway and he made haste, before she had stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Lady, I suggest you move to the side, we can make it all quicker. Besides you’re the one that offered-”

“I didn’t offer anything, you fool, I asked if you were here for the jewels, that was all. Now, I’ll give you a deal-”

“I don’t have time for deals,” Robin replied, looking around to make sure the coast was still clear. He turned back to face her, clearly agitated,

“Well, then your companion waiting outside my manor’s walls will have to remain single then. I know why you’ve come here, you can’t fool me.”

“I think everyone at this point knows why I come to someone’s house or property, it’s for their jewels.”

“Haha! You’re lying right through your teeth, I know why you’re here. You’re here for me,” She huffed, crossing her arms with a proud smile on her face. Robin, on the other hand, had completely lost her, not understanding a word that flowed out of her mouth.

“I’ve... I’ve what?” He questioned, still trying to process what she said.

“Oh come now! Don’t be so dull, sleeping so openly like that where only I could spot you last night? You... You were trying to get my attention, were you not?”

He blinked, before a grin slowly formed on his lips. She couldn’t have been more of an idiot than she was now.

“Aw, you’ve caught me, Lady,” He cooed, “you are truly an intelligent being, seeing right through my deceptions.” He had to stifle a laugh as she seemed so proud of herself. He instantly knew he could use this as leverage to get what he wanted and this was perfect. “Surely, you would allow me your secret admirer to... well, take just a few coins to help the poor?”

“Perhaps, but I would like something out of it.”

“You want your own coins back?”

“No, you idiot,” She rolled her eyes, “A token of your love if you will, would be most appropriate. You are so desperate after all,” She exclaimed and as much as Robin wanted to protest, he had heard footsteps from across the hallway. He inhaled, sharply, promising to offer her something very precious before grabbing onto her arm and descending into the cellar. Without even his asking, she had gone out of the way to show him the secret corridor in which her family’s fortune was placed. He had held out a bag to her and she had started openly stuffing the bag with whatever she could grab onto. It was quite strange, the whole sight of it.

“Lady (Y/N), your work is exceptional,” A voice called out from behind and Robin groaned, turning around to face her father whose hands were clasped behind his back. The archer scanned the room for any more individuals, deciding whether this would be an easy fight or not. Without any warning, a knife had come across his throat and he peered slightly to see (Y/N) with a smirk on her face,

“It’s a shame, love,” He cried out, “I really thought we had something there.”

“Father, take the bag with you and go upstairs, I can finish him.” She instructed and as her father forcefully grabbed the bag from her hands, Robin managed to find a way to break free from her grasp, knock the knife out of her hands and launch it onto her father’s head. The sound of metal crushing bone echoed into the room and when Robin had turned back to face his traitor, he realized his arrows were missing.

“You looking for this, Locksley?” She called out, standing a few feet away from him.

“Give it back, and there shall no longer be any more deaths. I’m warning you right now.”

“I asked for a token of your love, perhaps you could give me at least one of your arrows to keep?”

“Your father has just died, you show no remorse at all whatsoever and then you have the audacity of acting in such a manner? Are you insane?” Robin questioned, his brows furrowed together as he stepped closer to her.

“You’re here for the jewels, I’m here for you,” She responded and Robin, once again, was at a loss for words.

“What is your obsession with me? I don’t think I could ever trust someone who almost got me killed and once again, I will emphasize this, you show no remorse for your dead father!”

“I know a way out of here,” She began, completely ignoring his comments as she pointed to a pathway. It would lead right to Little John, as he was still waiting outside, growing more anxious as time passed on. As she tossed him all but one of his arrows, Robin forcefully grabbed her arm,

“What are you hiding from me? Was this your plan all along? Using me as bait to get rid of your father?” He whispered,

“Locksley, there are many things that wouldn’t make sense even if I told you. You have your own secrets, and I have my own. Do not think I am on your side, I am simply doing what I must do for my own happiness. Now come, grab your bag, add a few more of the jewels and then follow me-”

“How can I trust you?” Robin asked, making way to stuff more items into the flimsy fabric, he turned over to face her, kneeling onto the ground. When she remained silent, he laughed to himself and stood up,

“Every man for himself, then I suppose.”

“I suppose so.”

“Little John wouldn’t be very fond of the idea of bringing you along.”

“B-But wouldn’t you like that?” She asked, almost begging him to take her along with him.

He thought about it, thought about it very deeply. If he had shown up with the woman to his partner, there would be many questions. Based on her stupidity at certain moments, it would be hard to even convince John that she was worth it. But he also knew what it felt like to be stuck in one position and have no means of ever gaining hope. He sighed, meeting her eyes once again,

“You shall stay here until I come back,” He ordered and she gasped out loud,

“What!?! I go out of my way to show you to the cellar and kill my father and this is your idea of repaying me? How cruel of a man could you be? You arrogant scum! I shall call the guards at once and-” He clasped onto her mouth, silencing her as his other hand held onto the back of her neck,

“I know you are speaking out of anger, because I also know you wouldn’t dare expose me to the guards. You’re seeking for a new life, I understand that. However, I cannot trust you at the moment as much as I want to. Don’t get me wrong, your services to me as of today are plentiful, but it isn’t enough for me to fully trust you. You have my respect however.” He explained and she glowered at him,

“Your respect means nothing to me,” She mumbled under the palm of his hand. He let go of her, stepping back as he briefly looked onto the single arrow in her hand,

“Keep that safe with you, I shall return one day for it.”

“What if you’re lying?” She asked, “What if you never come back?”

Before he could even form a proper answer to her questions, he had heard the sound of the guards above, their steps growing louder and louder. He had to make haste, he needed to return back and distribute the wealth.

“Then you shall keep the arrow as a token of my love,” He replied, softly before running down the pathway and climbing up the bricks into the fresh open air. Lady (Y/N) stood there, the arrow still tightly wound in her hand as she faced the guards. She would have to place the blame on him, anyway, for her own safety. If he had not returned within a month’s time, she would personally see to it that his body be hung along the multiple prisoners in the town square. Yes, that would do.

“You surely took your time,” John grumbled as he and Robin both rode off. The latter remained silent, not wishing to speak further about what had happened in the manor. It was the last thing that he had expected and it pained him more than he would’ve liked to admit. He would have to go back. One day. But he didn’t know when...

The arrow had been confiscated by the guards that day and Lady (Y/N) had forced herself to remain hopeful. However, as the days passed on, they turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. By the end, she had lost all hope but she couldn’t bring herself to enact revenge on him because no matter what she did, she was still going to end up all alone, stuck in the same grey manor.

One fortunate day, she had gone into the market to collect some bread as her pantry had been emptied by the guards one night. As she was passing an alley with her basket of bread, she noticed an arrow attach itself right next to her, startling her slightly until her eyes fixated on a small green handkerchief. A token of love and gratitude, she assumed and she looked up to see the source of the arrow.

“Well, love, where’s the arrow?” Robin asked, jokingly, climbing down from the heap of carts before finally landing right in front of her.

“They took it away,” She whispered, a surge of anger rising in her as she wanted to smack his soul right out but upon seeing him, all she could do was hug him tightly, unsure of her feelings towards him. His hands softly trailed down her hair, before he leaned into her hair,

“Though I haven’t fully fulfilled my promise to you, it shall be known that I have come back for you. I could never leave you, no matter how many horrid things people have said about you and your abhorrent manners,” She pulled back, lightly smacking his arm as he laughed in response. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, before continuing, “but now that you’re here, I suppose you would very much like something fun to do. So, tell me love, when shall we retrieve my arrow from those nasty guards?”

She smiled in response, “What about now?”

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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY!!!! Wish you the best and an amazing day!!

From your prompt list, can I request

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

With Taron?

BY MY SIDE

A/N: hi love! I’m so sorry this took me a lot of time to write! But I wasn’t in my greatest moment, I hope this is what you expect and I hope that you like it! Thank you so much for your wishes and I hope that you’ll have a great day!

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When you were a kid, you never imagine that you were going to see your best friend on the big screen, you always knew that Taron’s big dream was to be a movie star, and you were so proud and so happy to see his dream comes true, but you were also afraid of how this would change your relationship, but he proved you that anything changed between the two of you, he invites you to some of his red carpets, he called you when he got choose for new role. But you also have to admitted that you have a crush on him that you always tried to hide, you’re heart race with every smile he gave at you, or every time he brought coffee at your work, and you start to notice that in every dinner you have with your friends he always had a seat saved next to him for you, but you knew it was all in your head and you didn’t want to mess up your friendship so you start to avoid him, trying to calm your feelings, and you thought you finally get it until you open the door and you met his eyes, he was wet from the rain that was falling.

-Taron? Jesus your soaking, get in before you catch a cold- he follow your orders, before he said anything you went to the other room, you get back with a towel and a bathrobe, he look at you confused making you shrugged -I don’t have anything else, you can put this while your clothes gets dry- he nod and got inside the bathroom.

As he was in the bathroom you tried to calm yourself down by putting some coffee on, when he got out you heard him going to the laundry and a little while later the dryer going on, you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw him in the bathrobe.

-I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh but purple is really your color- he rolled his eyes -do you want some coffee?.

-Yes please- he said, the two of you stayed completely silent as the two of you drank from your cups.

-Taron…

-Yn- you talk at the same time making you giggled -you go first- he said.

-Why are you here? I thought you were training for the role you got- you said.

-I was, but… why are you avoiding me?

-What? Why do you say that?

-Because lately every time I asked you out you said you been really busy with work, but I met Jenn at the gym and she told me that everything at your work it’s been really calm, so why?- he asked with a puppy look

-It 's nothing…

-how it could be nothing? You've been avoiding me for weeks and you said it’s nothing- he said.

-It’s something stupid- you said.

-Obviously not…

-I thought I was falling for you- you finally said.

-what?

-You see, it’s stupid, I mean look at me, I’m nothing special, you have a ton of pretty good looking girls that you work with, and I… I am just a normal girl that is your friend so yeah I know it’s stupid to even think that I have a shot- you said.

-You are in love with me?- he asked.

-I try not to…

-don’t…

-don’t mess with me Taron- you said -I’m know I’m not your type, I’m not one of those models you go out with, I’m just me, I’m not go out much, I read, I work and I’m just normal- you said -and I know this couldn’t happen…

-You’re wrong- he said as he make you look at him -You’re smart, you make me laugh, you’re beautiful even when you wear those crazy sweaters for all those festive days, I love when you try to be sensitive at something but sometimes you have difficult to express sorry so it’s kind of funny how you act- you rolled your eyes- you know me and I know everything about you- you look at him unsure of his answer- of course I’m saying the truth, I know your favorite food, I know that you hate olives and you are allergic to peanut, I know that you love when it rains but not just because of the smell in the air, but because you feel like your in twilight, and I know I love you and I been in love with you since I was in fifth grade when you get in to the music class and start to sing girls just want to have fun.

-And how do you know this will work? How do you know that this won’t blow up everything?

-I don’t know that- he said as he got closed to you and clean a small tear from your cheek- but i can tell you what I know, I know I want to be with you and only you- he said as he got so close to you that you can felt his breath before he finally crash his lips on yours -and as Taylor Swift once said “and on every table I’ll save you a sit”- he said making you laugh.

That moment sometimes feel like a long time ago, you like to said that after that day everything went smoothly but every time he was a away for a movie or he has to go on a tour and of course there were those dumbs fights, but there were also the good moments, the first night you spend together, when you decide to move in together, when he propose and your wedding, you also remember his reaction when you found out you were pregnant with your first child and how good of a father he was. Today was an important day for him, he was nomine to the golden globes. When you get inside the room you could see the excitement and the nervous in his eyes, you whistle to catch his attention.

-Too much?- he asked as he turned around, you shook your head in response.

-Your tie is a little crooked, let me help you- you walk to him, and start to fix his tie -Nervous?

-A little, I mean I know this is something great but I can’t help to think what if I didn’t win?

-Well you’ll have to found a new wife- you joked making him laugh -Hey, nothing would change If you loose, people would recognize how amazing work you did, and even if you loose, you’ll still have us- he kiss you -that and you can have a consolation prize when we get home- he smirk.

-And what if I win…

-Well Mr. Egerton, we have the house to ourselves, we can do whatever you want.

-God now I really want to win- he said, making you laugh.

The two of you were having a lot of fun at the event, with all the jokes and the conversation you had with all the other actors on the table, you saw that Taron was a little more relax, until they start to announce the category for best actor, he took your hand when the camera focus him, you felt the grip of your hand getting stronger, when he was called as the winner he bring you in to a big hug and kiss you before he walk to the stage.

-Oh God, this is… wow, I don’t believe it, love I won- he said making everyone laugh -I want to thank to all the crew of this amazing movie, Mathew thank you for give me this chance, my mom and my sisters who are watching with my beautiful kids, and to my beautiful wife, thank you for be there for me, even before we knew this was for ever, you always been my best friend and you always been by my side in every moment I know you always be there just as I’ll be there for you, I love you and our beautiful family, this wouldn’t happen without you, I love you- he said, you kiss him the minute he got in to the table.

-I love you too- you said.

-I know we said we’ll have the house to ourselves but I really want to share this with the kids…- you didn’t let him finish, you gave him a kiss.

-I can eat a burger and celebrate on our own.

-Let’s go and have our own celebration- he said as he gave you a quick kiss.

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