#taron egerton reader insert

[buckleyx]

BREATHTAKING T.E

Author’s note: Sorry for any mistakes. English isn't native language :)

Summary: Taron pickes you up at home to attend your first red carpet togheter as a couple.

Warnings: None

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"Hello." Tom greeted, opening the door. "She's almost ready." He nodded, gesturing the man before him to come inside.

"Okay." Taron said nervously, fixing the sleeve of his suite.

You were seeing Taron for a few months now, but today was the first time going out in public. You both were very excited, Yet you couldn't shake of the nerves that you're about to be standing on a red carpet in less than an hour. 

"Ready?" Your roommate yelled.

"Yes Tom, I'm almost there." You shouted, glancing one more time in the mirror. Fixing your hair you gave yourself a nod of approval before opening the door.

The two man before you were left speechless, as you walked into the hallway. Taron admired your look, his lower lip between his teeth and eyes never leaving yours.

"Wow." Tom muttered under his breath, noticing the dress that hugged your body perfectly.

"You look beautiful." Taron admired, breaking the distant and pulling you closer. His sea green eyes full of adoration as a shade of pink covered his cheeks.

"You look nice too." You smiled, fixing his tie. "C'mon Love, before we miss our cab." He said softly, pressing his forehead to yours and giving you a soft kiss.

[captainmarvels]

Say What?

Summary/Request: Why must he be like this?

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: nothing but pure floof

Word Count: 570 [sorry its so short, yikes]

A/N: I’m so in love with this man; hope y’all enjoy! || main masterlist

“You’ve gotta teach me, baby.” You meet your boyfriend’s gaze, the sly smirk on his lips making you laugh as he just shook his head. “Why not?” You asked, pouting.

“Because, darling. I’ll never let you live it down if I try to teach you!” Taron bursts out laughing, and all you can do is roll your eyes as you playfully punch him in the arm.

“C’mon, Egerton! Teach me!” His eyes are closed, his hand over his heart as he tries to calm down, a few giggles still escaping him as he finally meets your gaze.

“You really think you can do it, darling? I don’t think you’ve even seen how it’s spelt!” He grins, chuckling as you shrug your shoulders.

“Write it out, c’mon. We haven’t got all day.” You nudge him in the arm, and he raises his hands up in defense.

“Baby, this is going to take far more than a day, I can assure you of that.”

“You’re joking, right?” You say, your eyes wide as you scan over the jumbled mess of letters on the computer screen in front of you. Taron’s leaning back on the couch, his arm resting behind you.

“No joke, darling. I warned you. Ready?” He chuckles again, and you shoot him a dirty look over your shoulder.

“I was born ready, mate.” He smiles, sitting up.

“Alright, mate, this is how you pronounce it: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.”

Taron can’t suppress his laughter as he watches your mouth drop open, a gasp escaping you as your eyes widen even more.

“Llan- what?! You’ve got to be making this up!” You whisper-shout, your hands on your face as you look at him in shock. Taron cannot stop laughing, and you can’t help but join in, too.

After a few more minutes, Taron’s wiping at the tears of laughter that have escaped, and he takes your hands in his, facing you.

“I don’t know if I can pronounce it slowly enough for you, my love, but I promise I’ll try.” You grin, covering your mouth with your hand as you try to stifle your laugh. Taron eyes you, his eyebrow raised as he tilts his head.

“If you say it again, I’m gonna end up pronouncing it like Jimmy Fallon did in that one interview you guys did.”

“Robin Williams, soliloquy, yeah?” You nod, quietly giggling as Taron pulls you onto his lap, a smile gracing his lips. He cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours as you lean down.

“Silly girl, I told you it’d be hard,” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you meet his gaze.

“Silly boy, I wanna learn it for you.” Taron smiles at your words, his eyes fluttering shut as he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips with his. You grin, slipping your thumb onto his mouth as you pull away, stopping him from chasing after you. He looks down at your finger and then back up at you.

You laugh, shaking your head as he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer.

“No, Taron! Teach me how to say the name, and we can spend the rest of the night kissing.” He smirks, darting his tongue out at your thumb before you roll over onto the other side of the couch.

“Say no more, darling. Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch is about to become your new favorite word.”

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Mine

Taron Egerton x Reader

*a/n: Just reposing, Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

Summary: Taron ruins your date because he can’t get over you.

Warnings: Smut, possessive behavior, possessive sex 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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“How could you?” you practically shouted at Taron as you walked up the path to your front door, with him right behind you. “And will you stop following me?”

“How could I?” he scoffed, ignoring your order to stop following you. He reached out to stop you and turned you to face him. “I was doing you a favor!”

You glared at him. “A favor? In what world is what you did doing me a ‘favor’?” you asked, putting your fingers up in quotations at the last word.

“He wasn’t right for you,” Taron argued.

You stepped back and looked him up and down before telling him “You don’t get to decide that. You have no right.”

“I have every right. I know you, Y/N. I know you and I know he wasn’t right for you.”

“What and you are?”

He shrugged. “Well…”

“Whatever,” you turned from him and unlocked your front door.

When you got it open and started to walk in, he tried to follow you inside, but you stopped him with your hand.

“Oh, no. You really think you’re about to come in after that stunt you pulled?”

“Wasn’t a stunt,” he argued.

“It was and you know it. I think you just don’t want to see me happy.”

“I don’t want…. Are you serious?” he fumed, pushing his way in and closing the door behind him, as he had done hundreds of times before.

“You don’t, why else would you ruin the one good thing I’ve had since you left?”

“If I recall, you kicked me out.”

“With good reason,” you countered. “How is she doing anyway?”

Taron looked away from you.

You smirked. “Oh no, all not well in paradise?”

It was his turn to glare at you. “Don’t.”

“Grass not greener on the other side?” you taunted.

“Stop it.”

“Is that why you decided to scare Jeremy off? Hmmm? You’re miserable, so I had to be too?”

“Y/N, seriously, quit it.”

“No, you did this. You made your choice and you chose her over me. I had to live with that, so do you.”

“Don’t. Just… don’t. I made a mistake.”

“That’s obvious,” you snorted. Folding your arms across your chest, you told him “Just because you regret your decision doesn’t mean you can just march in and ruin my life… again.”

“I don’t think I ruined your life.”

“Fine. Broke my heart, then. You did do that.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, you did,” you said.

“I was hoping you’d eventually forgive me for that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, walking over to him. You placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb across his jaw, feeling the scruff under your hand. He reached up and placed his hand over yours and smiled at you softly.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“So you’ve said,” you told him, continuing to stroke his cheek. “Now, with that said. Get out. I have a call to make.”

“You’re really gonna call him?”

“Yes, to apologize for your behavior.”

You took your hand from his face and tried to step back, but he had a tight hold on your hand.

Pulling you towards him, he placed his free hand on your waist.

“Lemme ask you this: do you love him?”

“I…” you felt your words die on your lips as you looked into his eyes. You felt as if you were about to melt under his intense gaze. His touch sending a wave of heat through you. “I… mean he’s a good guy.”

“Not what I asked. I said ‘do you love him’?”

After a moment, you shook your head slowly. It was true. While Jeremy was a decent guy, he didn’t make you feel like Taron did.

He smirked. “I knew you didn’t love him. Not like you love me.”

“I…”

He moved a little closer, making you shift. “I know he doesn’t make you feel like I do.”

Looking you in your eyes, he said “Final question: Do you really want me to leave?”

As he closed the small space between you, you shook yourself out of your daze. Wriggling out of his grip, you backed up again. He quickly closed the space between you until your back was against the wall. He placed one hand on the wall near your head, the other went back to your waist. His fingers tracing lightly up and down your side.

“Y/N, I asked you, do you really want me to leave?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You wanted to be mad at him for what he did; for him leaving you for someone else, for him scaring off your date. But all you could think of was how close his body was to yours, and how you could feel the heat coming off of him. Your eyes left his and darted down to his lips. Your tongue came out and licked yours. You heard his soft chuckle, causing you to look back into his eyes, which were dark with lust.

You knew that look. That look, combined with the light touch of his fingers, made your knees weak, your spine tingle, and your panties wet. You hated that that look could still have such an effect on you. You hated yourself for wanting him so badly. Even after everything he did, you still found him absolutely irresistible.

Finally you closed your mouth and shook your head again. No, you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay. More than that you wanted him inside you.

“Use your words. Do you really want me to leave?” he asked, his hand trailing down lower and lower until it reached the hem of your dress that stopped right near the top of your thigh.

“No,” you said softly.

“Can’t hear you,” he said, his hand still teasing.

“No,” you said a bit louder.

“No, what?” he asked, his hand pushing your dress up a bit, fingers playing with your thigh.

You groaned. “No, I don’t want you to leave.”

“What do you want, then?” he asked, his hand pushing your dress up further.

“You,” you were frustrated and turned on. “I want you. Right now.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said before his lips finally met yours in a heated kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as your arms automatically went around his back, pulling him flush against him. You had missed this. You had missed the feel of his lips on yours, you had missed his touch.

You bit down lightly on his bottom lip when you felt his hand push your dress up around your waist. Breaking the kiss, he hooked his fingers into the panties you were wearing and went to pull them down.

“These are new,” he commented.

“Yeah, so?”

“You wore them for him?”

You shrugged. “Does it matter? He’s not gonna see them.”

“You’re right,” he said and before you knew it you felt a slight sting as he ripped them off and dropped them to the ground. “No one is now.”

“Fuck, those were expensive! What did you do that for?” you asked, trying to be angry, they were a new pair after all. But you only got more turned on.

“You’re mine, Y/N. whether you want to admit it or not, you’re mine,” he said, his lips going to your neck, kissing and biting. You knew there would be marks, just like he wanted. He slid one of his thighs between your legs and you pulled him closer by his waist and began grinding against it. The friction from his jeans on your clit made you moan louder.

Your hands trailed down his shoulders, chest, and stomach, stopping at the top of his jeans. You quickly undid them, pushing them down his hips along with his underwear; his dick springing free.

He grabbed your legs and lifted you up against the wall, making you gasp in shock. He pushed into you slowly, stretching you, making you sigh in pleasure. You clung to his back, nails digging into his skin. You had thought about him inside you almost every night since he left, touching yourself while remembering how good he felt; but it was nothing, not even close, to the real thing.

Once he bottomed out, he slid out almost all the way and pushed in again. You sighed once more.

“I missed that sound,” he said as he started moving inside you. “I missed this, missed you so fucking much.”

As he moved faster, you gripped his shoulders, holding on as he thrust inside you faster and harder. You bent your head, kissing and biting on his neck, if he was going to leave marks on you, you’d do the same to him. With one particularly hard thrust, he hit that spot deep inside you. You leaned your head back, your moans growing louder as the head of his dick hit that spot over and over. All too quickly for you, you felt the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten.

“Shit, shit, not yet,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to get him to slow down.

“Cum for me, Y/N. C’mon, I know you’re close,” he murmured. “I can feel it.”

With a few more thrusts, you came undone, with a shout of his name. “Fuck, Taron, fuck.”

He kept moving, while you rode out your orgsam. He then lowered you to the floor, holding on to you to keep you steady. When you caught your breath, you looked at him. He smirked at you.

“You know he could have never fucked you liked that.”

That cocky smirk did something to you. You grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to you, kissing him fiercely, tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouths, teeth clashing, your moans ringing throughout your living room. You began walking him backwards until he was in front of the couch. You then pulled back and pushed him down onto it.

Standing in front of him, you slipped off your dress. You then straddled his lap, the tip of his dick rubbing against your pussy. He moved his hips, his hands going to your waist, wanting to be inside you again, but you stopped him.

“Take this off,” you demanded, tugging at his shirt.

He complied. You started kissing him on his neck, sucking marks all over it, then moving down to his chest and doing the same there. All the time you were doing this, you slowly rubbed your wet pussy against his dick, causing him to groan in frustration. You smirked against his chest.

“You’re teasing me,” he moaned.

“I am.”

“Stop, I’m not done fucking you.

“Mmm, me either.”

You felt him move his hips again, and you sat up, pushing his shoulders against the back of the couch.

“Relax,” you said to him before lifting your hips up and grabbing hold of his dick.

You positioned him at your opening, then slid down on him slowly. You took a moment to relish in the feel of him deep inside you. Before you felt his hands impatiently move to your waist. You began moving on him slowly, with him guiding your movements. You leaned your head back as you started moving on top of him faster, your hands sliding up from his forearms to his shoulders. You felt his hands slide down to your hips, then grip your ass, before he smacked it once then again, making you moan out his name. He then rubbed the spot he’d smacked before doing it again.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he did it once more.

When he began thrusting his hips up to meet your movements, you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm.

“Taron, I’m close,” you told him. “So, so close. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“C’mon, baby, I got you.”

“Harder,” you moaned.

He sat up, and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer, so you were eye to eye. He kissed you sloppily as he thrust harder and faster into you. As you felt your orgasm building you held onto him tighter, nails digging into his back. Soon you felt it, radiating from your core to the tips of your toes, until it was crashing over you.

When he felt you tighten around him this time, it brought him closer to his own orgasm. He moved his hips, holding onto you tightly, still thrusting into you, until he emptied himself inside you with a loud groan.

You both sat there for a moment, him still buried inside you, breathing hard. You reached for him first, your arms going around his neck. He then wrapped his arms around your waist. Leaning his forehead against yours, he kissed you once, twice, softly; then again longer and more tenderly. He shifted his body until he was laying on the couch with you on top of him. You raised your head up to look at him.

“What?”

“You know, if I’m yours, that makes you mine, right?”

He laughed. “I’ve always been,” he told you.

You got quiet.

“What?”

“I missed you too,” you told him. “Everyday.”

His hands stroked your back. “I’m sorry I left, I don’t… I don’t know why I did it.”

“Don’t let’s not talk about that now.”

“Okay,” he nodded, placing one arm behind his head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said softly. “Always will.”

“I love you too, Taron.”

You both lay there quietly, your fingers tracing lines on each other’s bodies, enjoying being with each other again. Kissing each other here and there, until you finally drifted off into the first peaceful sleep either of you had in ages.

[sarahegerton19]

dean karny x reader

Part 2

this is part two of my dean karny x reader image i hope you like it if you have any requests or ideas send them to me

You both stare at each other for a second you start to feel a tension between each other.

“Can we go in now? it's cold and i wanna see the others” you say with a straight face trying to not let him see your hurt.

“Oh ye come on” dean says as he opens the door and letting you in first,

You went straight to sydney and dragged her to another room 

“Hey Y/N glad you could make it”

No response 

“Y/N what's wrong?” Sydney asked you.

“If dean has upset you I swear I will kill him.”

“Dean just revered to me as his friend's little sister, not even his friend.”

Sydney knows you like dean and that it hurt you 

“I know that this is something silly to be upset about but it kinda hurts,   you know?” 

“Y/N if something hurts you it's nothing silly ok  and Yes, I know you want me to kick Dean and izzy out for you?”

Sydney hugged you 

“No its ok”

Sydney then got an idea “waite here”

Sydney says as she lets you go and walks out the door.

Two minutes later she comes back with Kyle. You were wondering what she was up to.

“Ok so kyle we need your help”

“What can I do for you ladies?” Kyle asks as he sits on the chair you follow and sits on the bean bag a few feet away from kyle.

“Right so we need to fill you in on something if Y/N is alright with it?”

You look at her “what are you playing at sydney?”

“I was thinking we could make dean jealous”

“No just leave it” you say kyle looks confused 

“Ok so what's going on?” he asks 

“Y/N likes dean but dean is with izzy now and dean does not see that Y/N likes him,and maybe if dean sees that Y/N is not going to wait for him maybe it will trigger something in him  so i was thinking you pretend to like Y/N you know cosy up to her for the night and see if it gets a reaction out of dean. What do you think?”

Kyle thinks for a second 

“I'm on board, what about you Y/N?” kyle says as he looks at you to see your reaction 

“Ok fine but what if that drives him even further away, he is already so far away i can't reach him.”

“It will be fine Y/N you're a pretty girl you'll find someone, now are we doing this or not?” kyle asked as he stands up and puts his hand out to help you up off of the bean bag you take it and he pulls you into a hug 

“it will be ok we will get him raging by the end of the night and even if it does push him away you still have me and the other boys”

He then lets you go and holds your hand you look up at him 

“Thanks i love you guys so much”

“We love you too Y/N” sydney says as she looks at you two 

“I'll give you two a chance to talk and i need to fill joe in too” she says as she walks out the door 

“So…. should we get this show started baby?” kyle asked as he walks over to the door with you still holding his hand  

“ok ..let's do this i have nothing else to lose” you say as you smile at him

“That's my girl” he says as he opens the door and you both walk out to the living room to the rest of the boys and the two other girls.

“Oh that new” scott says as he points at you and kyle being the first one to notice, you blush as everyone looks at you two.

“Aww is my baby sister blushing” joe says teasing you 

“Shut your ass up joe”you say as you let go of kyles hand and sit on the couch near dean and izzy 

Dean then looks and you with a confused look on his face

“So when did this happen?” dean asked as he pulls izzy up into his lap holds her his hand fit perfectly around her thin small waist 

You look and Kyle gives him a look. Kyle gets the hint and answers for you  “Amm just now we are not actually going out but i really like her and i hope she likes me” he says Kyle then pulls you into him with an arm around your shoulder.

“Well then Y/N do you like him back?” Dean asks as he looks at you dead in the eye.” Amm maybe let's see what happens after tonight and if he plays his cards right i just might go on a date with him”

Dean just looks at you and Kyle with an expression on his face that you could not read. 

“Really kyal from all the girls in this town you pick that trash oh god haha” lizzy says as she gets off of dean's lap “like we all know you are just going to use her for sex then drop her we might not amet it but that is all she is good for then again fuck look at her she is fucking gross right dean” 

Dean looks at her then back at you and stares for a second. You had a sad look on your face. Sydney and Joe were getting angry by the second. Then deans face changed 

“Amm yes baby your right you're always right”

That crushed you you face fell and your eyes watered

 “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE DEAN THATS MY SISTHER YOUR TALKING ABOUT SHE HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU AND THE STUFF YOU SAID TO HER BEFORE YOU BOTH CAME IN HERE YE I HEARD YOU YOUR SICK AND TWISTED DEAN YOU KNOW THAT STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!!” 

Joe shouts at Dean, you can seem to pull your head up and look at anyone you just keep your head down and look at the ground and cry silently. You then turn to kyle “maybe this was a bad idea”

You say as you get up and run outside and sit one the couch  with tears on your cheeks. After a few minutes someone sits beside you you don't bother to look up

“Y/N i'm sorry i didn't mean to i'm so sorry” 

“You did not mean to what the fuck dean”

“Look I'm sorry I got jealous ok you and Kyle just seen you with him like that it killed me”

You then look at him as he looks at you “what did you say?” you ask making sure your not going insane 

“Fuck i like you Y/N i really like you i just did nothing about it because i though you did not like me back do i stayed with izzy i dont like her i like you.”

“I like you to dean” you whisper trying to clean your throat.

“What you like me too”

 “yes dean i like you” 

you both look at each other and leaned in close

 “wait what about kyel”

 “oh ye that was an attempt to make you jealous”

 “oh ok well it worked..” there was silence for a moment

 “can i kiss you?” dean then asks breaking the silence

 “yes dean you can i would love to kiss you”

 “good i was hoping you would say that”

 dean says as he leans in you both lock lips dean then places his hands on your cheeks deepening the kiss after a few minutes you break away

 “fuck that was hot” you say making dean laugh 

You love his laugh and his smile.

“So Y/N will you go on a date with me? Oh and before you ask i broke up with her  she was not sad about it though she is already all over scott ” he says “ok then dean i will go on a date with you”

You both smile and kiss each other again

Once you both went back in you both explained everything to everyone   

For the whole night you both stayed together you felt so happy to finally be on the same page as dean. 

[superthiccthighssavelives]

Beg For It Part 5

Part 5 of ????

Tumblr’s dying for me here

Read it on AO3

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[stateofloveandnegan]

RICHARD MADDEN - one shots 

A Funeral

RICHARD MADDEN - short series

Broken Ankle

Part 1

Part 2

Eighteen Years

Part 1

Part 2

JAMES MCAVOY - one shots

The Physiotherapist

Drowning

Is This Love?

Happy Birthday

JAMES MCAVOY - short series

Memories

Part 1

Part 2

BEN BARNES - one shots

Fifteen Years

TARON EGERTON - one shots

First Kiss

I’ve Got You

JOE MAZZELLO - one shots

News

GWILYM LEE - one shots

You’ve Changed

A Blind Date

Broken

JACK LOWDEN - one shots

Cousin

MICHAEL FASSBENDER - one shots

Smoking

Depression

MATTHEW PERRY - one shots

The Beach

BEN LAMB - one shots

Alone

TYLER HOECHLIN - requests

Anniversary

MATT BOMER - requests

Worst Day

BEN HARDY - requests

Mine

MICHAEL FASSBENDER X JAMES MCAVOY - one shots

Touch

[bluesfortheredj]

The Talk.

Talk of an STD and a little bit of depression ahead. No male named, so will tag all those I write for.

His fingertips glide over the warm skin of your neck, making their way down from your jaw to your shoulder, then he slips your vest and bra straps down to your arm while his tongue swirls around yours tantalisingly slowly. Your hands move from his waist to slip their way up the front of his shirt and eventually clasp together at the back of his neck. The kiss had made your mind go completely blank, but as soon as you feel your other straps fall from your shoulder you’re snapped back to reality with a gasp that breaks you from his lips all too suddenly.

“I can’t,” you breathe, letting go of him immediately and pulling your straps back into position, “I really can’t.”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asks with a slightly furrowed brow.

“I do! I really do, trust me. But I can’t.”

“What do you mean by can’t? Talk to me, (Y/N), please,” he begs.

This wasn’t the first time you’d almost got caught up in the moment, it was so easily done; especially when he caressed your face so sweetly with his slender fingers while his lips left a trail of fire down the side of your neck. You’d always managed to stop in time though, but you knew your excuses were wearing thin and the truth would have to come out one day, and it was looking as though today would be it. Tears were already building up in your eyes and you knew you couldn’t sob your way through this difficult conversation; he needed to hear every detail loud and clear. No other relationship had got this far because you’d been quick to end things before the need for this conversation would arise, yet things were so different with him, and you hadn’t been able to do your usual dump and run.

“How about you go and sit in the living room and I’ll get us a cup of tea, yeah?” he questions desperately, trying to get you to stay instead of run judging by the terrified look in your eyes.

You nod slowly, “yeah, okay.”

He walks down the hallway, the two of you only reaching the bottom of the stairs anyway, and you watch him until he’s out of sight before sighing and making your way into the lounge and perching yourself on the edge of his sofa. It’s the longest five minutes of your life as you await his entrance and he can’t help but give you a smile when he sees you practically ready to run at the drop of a hat.

“You can sit back and make yourself comfortable,” he encourages softly, “it’s okay.”

“Oh… yeah,” you reply nervously as you shuffle yourself backwards.

“Where would you be comfortable with me sitting?”

“Uh… probably the other end?”

“Right,” he nods, stepping back after placing your tea down on the coffee table in front of you and settling into the opposite corner of the sofa.

There’s a long pause as you think carefully about how to say what you need to without bursting into tears or making a run for the front door to avoid it altogether, and your gaze alternates from him to your cup, then finally to your hands that are fiddling with the inner seam of your jeans anxiously.

“I… I don’t really know how to say this… I’ve never had to do this before… I’ve never come this far in a relationship because I’ve been so scared of this conversation.”

He nods slowly, unsure of whether to say anything or not.

“With you though, it’s different, and no matter how much I didn’t want to face this, I couldn’t bring myself to leave you.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet; you haven’t heard what I have to tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you say, inhaling a sob that was threatening to escape as you reach for your cup.

From the corner of your eye you can see him moving to reach out for you, “no, please, don’t,” you say as you put your free hand up to stop him, “please.”

“Okay,” he whispers, knowing this must be serious.

The hand that lifts your cup shakes as it makes its way to your lips and you take a tentative sip of the hot drink before returning it to the coaster for fear of spilling it onto your lap. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as if you’re about to dive into a pool, then the words that had never left your mouth before suddenly come tumbling out in three quick bursts, “I’ve got herpes.”

You hold your breath and clench your fists as if bracing for impact with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, and your body is completely frozen in place while you wait for some sort of reaction; him getting as far away from you as possible, him grimacing at the thought of you, him shouting at you to get out of his house… the possibilities were endless. It must be only thirty seconds until you feel him moving along the cushions and pressing his body against your side as he wraps an arm around your tense figure, yet it feels like forever, and you’re still unsure as to whether you should relax or not.

“Talk to me,” he encourages softly.

You shrug him off as carefully as you can then huddle against the arm of the sofa until he backs away a little and gives you some space, then you cuddle your cup in your lap and keep your eyes fixed on the liquid inside it as you bite back tears.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you eventually reply, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Talk me through what happened,” he whispers, “you seem to expect me to be horrified at this revelation; why?”

“Because I was when it happened. I felt sick constantly, I was disgusted by myself, it made me feel dirty and repulsive, and…” you pause as you shudder at all those thoughts that had invaded your mind all those years ago, “…it was only the second person I’d ever slept with, despite what this sort of thing connotes. He went down on me, there was nothing visible around his mouth, but when I was diagnosed it was confirmed it was the oral type.”

You have to stop as a sob erupts and the first tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

“When I told him he said he couldn’t see how it was him,” you scoff, remembering how hurt you’d felt when he accused you of lying, “as if I’d lie! Absolute bastard.”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he sighs, reaching out to your back and stroking it gently.

“Then when I confided in a couple of close friends I had one say ‘why don’t you just get with him, then it doesn’t matter?’ and the other who was male said ‘it’s a shame we can’t mess around now’,” you laugh through the tears before returning your cup to the table and dropping your face into the palms of your hands as you heave out one long sob.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and he leans forward to wrap his arms around your shaking body so he can then pull you back to rest against his chest while he lets himself fall against the back cushion, “it’s okay,” he soothes while he runs his fingers through your hair, “shhh. I hope you’re not friends with those people any more.”

You shake your head and he nods in approval, “good!”

“I won’t blame you if you never want to see me again,” you mumble, “I won’t mind if you want me to leave.”

“Leave?!” he laughs, “what are you on about?! Do you really think I’d chuck you out just because of this?”

You lift yourself off of his torso but still avoid any eye contact with him, “I would if I were you. You don’t have to deal with this if you don’t want to; it’s my problem.”

“First off it’s not a problem, and secondly you’re meant to share things when you’re with someone, so anything that’s bothering you is our thing to sort out, okay?”

“You’re being too nice. You can’t say this hasn’t changed how you think about me though, and I understand that you won’t want to touch me; I felt exactly the same. I was scared of my own body for so long, it took me years to build up the courage to touch myself after everything.”

“(Y/N),” he exhales sadly, “I’m not scared, and the only way it’s changed how I think about you is that now I know exactly how strong you are. I’m a little intimidated in all honesty!”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoff, then wipe your face with your hands, “can I use your bathroom?”

“You don’t need to ask. Of course you can.”

You scurry out of the room, still feeling those old emotions laying heavy on your shoulders at your admission, and as soon as you shut and lock the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out heaving sobs as your hands grip the sides of the sink. The shame, the sensation of dirtiness, the thoughts of self loathing all come rushing to the surface so quickly you feel as though you’re about to vomit. You manage to lift your eyes to the small mirror on the windowsill in front of where you’re standing and you immediately see a different person to the one you were expecting to see; you’re older now, stronger than what you’d been when it happened, and the changes in your face only reminded you how far you’d come since then. You take a deep breath before grabbing some loo roll and dabbing your eyes, then you click open the lock of the door and open in slowly. When you get to the living room he’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen as his thumb scrolls.

“Did you know that around 70% of people have herpes but only about one in three will have symptoms?” he asks, his eyes not straying from the device, “so I could have it and not even know… plus apparently shedding of the virus decreases after time and after two years and barely any flare ups you hardly shed any of it, so the risk of passing it on is pretty minimal.”

“Yeah… I did know actually.”

“Shit, of course you did. That was stupid of me to say, I’m sorry. I’m just reading up, that’s all, and honestly none of this matters to me…” he pauses as he watches your face carefully and lowers his phone, “but I have a feeling that it’s not really the virus that’s the problem… it’s what it represents in your mind, right?”

You nod in reply; he was completely right and it had taken opening up to someone for you to realise it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with having herpes, you were one of millions, but the stigma and sequence of events that had played out during your time of being diagnosed was what had made you so terrified about admitting it.

“I’m really sorry,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed about getting so worked up about it all, “that was more than a little dramatic.”

“Don’t be sorry! I’m honoured to be the first, and hopefully only, romantic partner you tell so of course it would be an emotional roller coaster for you. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling things so deeply, especially with everything that went on at the time and the shitty people you had around you,” he stands from the sofa and holds his arms out, “now will you please come here so I can hug you without you trying to escape me?”

You let out a short laugh at his question, “I think I can manage that.”

He leans his cheek against your hair as his arms envelop you into a tight embrace, “so… uh… when we do, y’know, I think you’re going to have to demonstrate what you like. I don’t wanna do it wrong after you having perfected it over the last few years.”

You lean away from him to see his face now slightly flushed, “I’m sure you don’t need any… oh! Right,” you chuckle, realising that he wanted to see you pleasure yourself, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”

“I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself though,” he winks, giving your bum a quick squeeze.

You smile up at him then bury your face into his neck as you resume the much needed cuddle and he sighs contentedly as his arms hold your now calm body.

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Hey guys, so I'm going to start posting my Taron fanfics soon and would love any/all feedback on them. I also will be accepting fic requests if anyone is interested in that, too!!!

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Reader inserts requests (please reblog)

I'm feeling like maybe writing something later so send in some requests for reader inserts guys!

I usually write for Marvel universe (characters /actors)

Maybe Taron Egerton and Richard Madden too cause I'm still not over Rocketman

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Early morning ~ Taron Egerton

Taron Egerton x Reader

Requests open

Inspired off of the recent on set photos of Taron as Elton John.

A/N: This is the first original imagine i’ve written for Taron. I really hope you enjoy it. To those of you that have requested don’t fret i have them all in my drafts and am slowly but surely getting through them. Thank you for requesting by the way, it is really sweet of you :)

Quiet peace. The only sounds being that of the soft breathing of her asleep. Although Taron knew he would have to get up and leave the calmness of his trailer to begin another busy day on set, he wanted to spend as much time as possible just admiring the view of his significant other cuddled up in bed being oblivious to the world around her. 

Glancing over at the small alarm clock sat on the bedside table, he figured that he could get away with spending a few minutes still next to her. He shifted his body to lay closer to hers, pulling her figure against his so he was spooning with her. Taron’s arm laid across the dip in her waist whilst the other reached under her pillow. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo, relaxing him and giving her a small squeeze. 

Unbeknown to Taron, She had awoken the moment his body made contact with hers. She loved moments like these when he would cuddle close to her in the early morning to avoid having to face the day. Y/n had come to visit him on set for a few days mostly to give him support but also to witness the filming of the biopic. However she knew that soon should would have to depart from him too and head back home, leaving Taron to finish filming. Therefore meaning she was too hesitant to face the day and was more than happy to spend the morning in bed with him.

She brought her hand down to link with his and lifted it up towards her mouth so she could kiss each one of his knuckles. A small hum of appreciation sounded from behind her making her smile. Tarons head moved to rest against the side of her neck, returning the kiss she laid on his hands on her neck. She tilted her head to give him more room. 

“Mmmm, good morning gorgeous.” He spoke against the warm skin of her shoulder. 

“Good morning, someone’s woken up feeling all lovey?” 

He nodded while holding her tighter. “Well when you wake up next to a beautiful woman you are more than likely to shower her with affection. It is the gentlemanly way after all.” 

“It is highly appreciated, but shouldn’t you really be getting up and ready?” 

He groaned and burrowed his head into the pillow. “I guess, but i don’t want to yet.” His voice came out muffled. 

She giggled at his response, she did love sleeping in, but early mornings with him were better.

[buckleyx]

COFFEE RUNNER T.E

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: Sorry for any mistakes. English isn’t my native language :)

Requested: Yes, by this angel -  Would you wanna do a Taron Egerton x reader where Taron is on set filming for Rocketman, and the reader is a coffee runner or something? Taron is intrigued by her, noticing how everyone else ignores her. He strikes up a conversation with the shy reader, and they become friends. Over the 5 months, Taron asks her on a date and she says yes. Another time skip, Taron is in his trailer and the reader joins him. He gets all self conscious about his beautiful chubbiness and reader comforts him 

Warnings: Angst - Fluff

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"Good morning." You smiled as you passed one of the crew members. "Richard is waiting for his coffee." He muttered, not making eye contact with you.

A sigh left your lips as you head back to the small place next to the catering.

When you first started on set, you hoped to become an cinematographer. But when you applied for the position, they informed you that someone already got it. So they offered you a job as coffee runner.

It didn't really matter to you, of course you wanted to showcase your talent as an artist. But now you could learn allot of what's it really like behind the scenes.

You didn't really now anybody, so during lunch you shyly sat alone next to the table with crew and cast.

"Is this seat taking?" A gentle voice asked. Looking up you where met with Taron's soft eye's. "No." You smiled.

It was weird seeing an actor sitting at the staff's table, you both sure got some weird looks for it. But he didn't care. All he wanted to do was to get to know you better.

And he did.

Hell he did.

Ever since you walked on set, he couldn't take his eyes of you. He was so heartbroken when he saw everyone ignoring you. But that pretty much changed after lunch.

A few weeks went by, and everything changed in the most wonderful way possible. You got really close with Taron.

He properly introduced you to the crew, they all got to know you better and rapidly accepted you.

You even got to help the cinematographer from time to time, who was amazed by your talented.

A content sign left your lips as you made your way to the coffee machine.

"Hello Love." Taron greeted, making his way over to you. "Good morning." You smiled.

"I was thinking." He said. "Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime? Not here, but you know...somewhere nice?" 

"I would love that."

3 months went by, Taron and you were officially a thing and you couldn't be happier.

It was the last 2 weeks of shooting, as you made your way into Taron's trailer. A hot cappuccino in one hand and in the other a small note that you would place on his desk.

Opening the door, you notice Taron standing in front of the mirror. With a frustrating sign, he let's himself fall on the couch behind him.

"Taron?" You asked, placing the cup on the small table. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

"Taron." You said softly, placing your hand on his back. "Talk to me."

"It's just..." He sniffed. "I've gotten really out of shape, much more than I intended. And i'm scared how people are going to react. How you are gonna react as you watch me film that pool scene."

"What?" You were left in disbelieve. "Taron you're the most beautiful human being on this planet. How dare you to even doubt that. I love you just the way you are.

You look absolutely amazing! Who cares what other people think? Do you really think that i fell in love with your looks? I fell in love with what's right here." You said, pointing at his heart. "So it doesn't matter how big or small you are. To me you're perfect, Just the way you are. You look beautiful."

"I love you." He smiled, kissing your lips softly. "I love you too."

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Domestic || Eggsy Unwin

It’s been raining a lot here and I’m home alone so inevitably, a fluffy Eggsy imagine is a must!

You started your day in the kitchen, making broth for Eggsy who had been running a cold since the night before. He had spent a few hours in the pouring rain on a mission and his body didn’t react well.

“I’m starting to think you’re turning into my mum with the way you’re worryin’ about me,” said Eggsy from behind you. You heard his footsteps get louder as he walked to you.

You smiled, not looking at him. “I never told you I was worried.”

“I just know you are,” he finally wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “you should settle down a little, doll... you’re gonna have to learn the art of calm if we’re going to have kids.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of Eggsy thinking about kids with you. “No kid of mine is going to become a Kingsman, so I think I’m all set.”

“Oh, come on, don’t do that, love. I can’t wait to have a kid come with me on missions.”

“You’d let your daughter become a spy of sorts?” you challenged, knowing full well how overprotective Eggsy would be as a father to a girl. Hell, he was already so protective of you, you didn’t want to think how overbearing he’d become to a baby of his own.

Eggsy huffed. “Fine. But how about a mission for some father-and-son bonding?” he grinned.

“No way in hell,” you said, turning the stove off. Eggsy then lifted you up to the opposite counter top and stepped in between your legs.

“I can’t believe we’re fighting about our non-existent children,” he smiled affectionately, kissing your cheek.

You smiled back, draping your arms over his broad shoulders. “Our beautiful, not-existent children.”

“With you as their mum, I’d expect nothing less.”

“They’re not joining Kingsman, though.”

“Debatable.”

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Neighbors

Taron Egerton x Reader

*a/n: Reposting some of my old fics here before I start trying to write again.

Summary: Your new neighbor has been the star of your fantasies since you met them, can you make them come true?

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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You couldn’t help yourself. Your mind wandered to him as your fingers trailed down to your soaking wet, aching core. You had met him in the hallway of your building when you came home from work and he had looked so damn good that you couldn’t help but think about him for the rest of the day. The way he smiled, the way he talked, even the way he had smelled, when you had gotten close enough to catch a whiff, had sent your head spinning and your heart beating fast.

As you worked your fingers inside you, you thought about him. About how you wanted him to touch you, to kiss you, to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight. You leaned against the wall of your shower, the mixture of the water hitting your body and your hand working its magic on you, bringing you closer to your climax. Closing your eyes tight, his face swam before your mind’s eye and you came with a loud moan of his name.

As you sank down to the floor of the shower to catch your breath, you cursed yourself. You cursed yourself for wanting him, for touching yourself again while thinking of him. You didn’t want to feel this way about your neighbor, but, God, you couldn’t help it. There was something about him that was just so magnetic that you felt yourself drawn to him from the first moment you had met him.

You had been moving in, when you stumbled over one of your boxes. He had just come in and saw you. He had run over to help you up.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine thanks,” you said, dusting yourself off, not wanting to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

“What’s with all the boxes?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m moving in,” you said pointing to the door of the apartment that was slightly ajar.

“Oh, okay, well, welcome to the building, I live right over there,” he said pointing to the door right across from yours. “Guess we’re neighbors.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He looked around at all the boxes you had in the hall.

“I’m sorry all my stuff is out here in the way,” you told him.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” he said. “I was just wondering who was helping you. No husband?”

You shook your head.

“Boyfriend then?”

“Nope.”

“Er, girlfriend?”

“Nope, not one of those either. It’s just me.”

“Ah, okay,” he said after a pause. “Well, let me help.”

You watched as he bent to pick up the box you had tripped over.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said, but he was already carrying the box into your apartment.

You followed him in and told him where to set it down.

“Okay, anything else?” he asked, straightening up.

For the first time you got a good look at him, and that was the first time you felt your heart skip a beat. He was handsome. You had to stop yourself from staring at him and you quickly turned to head back out into the hallway to get another box.

For the next hour, he helped you move the rest of your boxes into your apartment, chatting away with you. You were grateful for the help and even more grateful that your new neighbor was nice.

Once the last box was moved in, you turned to him, a smile of gratitude on your face. “Thank you so much. Without your help I would have been doing this all night.”

“It’s no problem,” he told you. “By the way, I never caught your name.”

You laughed. You had spent an hour with him and neither of you had introduced yourselves.

“I’m Y/N,” you told him, sticking out your hand.

“Taron, nice to officially meet you,” he replied, taking your hand and shaking it. At the touch of his hand you felt a jolt of what felt like electricity go through you.

———–

After that first meeting, the two of you quickly became friends: stopping in the hallway to chat with each other as you were coming and going, hanging out, he even invited you out with him and his friends. More than once, just the two of you would talk late into the night and well into the morning. The more time you spent around him, the more your initial attraction grew. Soon you were daydreaming about him while at work, which quickly turned into fantasizing about him late at night.

You really couldn’t help it and as much as you chastised yourself, you couldn’t stop. You knew that old saying of “you shouldn’t shit where you eat,” meaning you knew you shouldn’t get involved with him since he was your neighbor, but you wanted to.

You were willing to risk it. And although you didn’t know it, he was willing to risk it too.

Which led to the next day. You were just hanging out around your place that Friday. One of the first weekends where you didn’t have any extra work to do. Your friend Leah had invited you out and you had agreed. You had just wanted to relax, but she wouldn’t hear of it. So, there you were, dressed and waiting for her when there was a knock on your door.

“I am so glad it’s the weekend,” Taron said as soon as you opened the door. He came in and flopped down on your sofa, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“Long week?” you asked him, sitting next to him.

“You have no idea,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at you.

“What are you all dressed up for?”

“Leah asked me to go out with her.”

“Oh, I figured we could hang out tonight.”

“As much as I’d love that, I did promise,” you told him. “That’s why I’m in this uncomfortable dress and shoes.”

He watched you as you tugged at the short dress.

“You look nice to me,” he commented, staring at your thigh.

“What are you looking at?” you asked him.

“What is that?” he asked pointing to your upper thigh.

“Huh?” you looked to where he was pointing. “Oh, that. It’s just a tattoo I have.”

His eyes widened. “All this time we’ve been hanging out and you never told me you had a tattoo.”

“Well, I actually have four.”

“Four!? What other secrets are you keeping from me?”

You laughed. “None, I honestly thought I had told you.”

“You did not,” he said, gazing back at your thigh. “So, come on let me see it.”

You were about to when your phone rang. It was Leah calling you.

“I gotta go,” you told him, getting up and collecting your things.

He followed you to the door. “Wait, wait, you were just about to show me your tattoos.”

“I was gonna show you one,” you told him.

“Well, I feel like I deserve to see them all. You know, since you kept them a secret all this time.”

You laughed again, as you reached for the door. “I wasn’t keeping them secret.”

“Then show me.”

“Okay, when I get back then,” you told him, thinking nothing of it, until you felt his hand grab your arm.

He turned you to face him. “Promise?” There was a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah, sure, promise,” you said hoarsely. Your phone rang again. “I, uh, I gotta go.”

He let you go.

“I’ll be waiting,” he called after you.

———–

The entire time you were out, you couldn’t help but think about what had happened right before you left. You had talked yourself into thinking that Taron was just kidding with you. That he didn’t really want to see them, but that look in his eyes gave you a tiny sliver of hope.

You tried to enjoy yourself, and after a few drinks, the conversation with him was pushed to the back of your mind.

It wasn’t until Leah dropped you off around two that morning. You walked into your building and up to your floor. You were taking your keys out, when you heard the door behind you open.

“I was wondering when you’d get back,” you heard Taron say.

You turned to look at him. “What? You were waiting on me?”

“You have something to show me, remember?”

“Oh, you really were serious?”

In response, he just opened the door to his place wider and beckoned you to come in. you hesitated for a moment then followed him inside.

He stood in front of you with his arms folded, waiting. Normally, in a situation like this, you’d feel nervous, but the drinks you had consumed earlier had taken that edge off. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back into his room. You had been in there what seemed like a hundred times before, but now it was different. You could feel it.

“Well?” he asked.

“Unzip my dress please,” you told him.

He did, his breath warm on your neck. He then stood back, watching you closely, he waited for you to slip out of your shoes, then your dress, dropping it to the floor.

“Go on,” he said.

You started with the one he had glimpsed on your thigh, as you told him about it, he traced around the lines with his fingers. Then the one on your arm, the one on your side, and finally the one on your back. He listened to you explain the stories behind each one, all the while tracing his fingers around them, making your skin tingle from his touch.

“And that’s it,” you said softly, when you finished telling him about the last one.

“Hmm, I can’t believe you’ve had these all this time and never once showed me,” he commented, his warm hands still on your skin, as he stood behind you, admiring the tattoo on your back.

“Well, I would have been more than happy to,” you told him. “I just didn’t think you’d wanna see them.”

“Obviously, you were wrong.”

“Obviously.”

“Well, I guess that’s it then?” you said, not moving. You didn’t want to.

“No, no, it’s not,” he replied, his hands coming to rest on your waist.

You felt his lips on your shoulder. You took in a sharp breath at the contact. You felt that ache you always felt after being around him. That ache that caused you to touch yourself every time you thought about him. As if he were reading your mind, you felt one of his hands slide down your stomach, into your panties, and then dip into your wet core. All the while he kissed up from your shoulder to your neck. You let out a low moan at the combination of the touch of his hand and lips on your skin.

You started grinding back against him, and with his free hand he pulled you closer to him. His fingers kept working inside you; first one, then another joined it, as he circled you clit with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ve been wanting you to do this for so long,” you moaned softly.

“Really?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed.

“How long?”

“Months,” you told him. Completely lost in his touch, the words came tumbling out. “I’ve thought about it so much.”

“Have you? And what did you do while you thought about me?”

“Touched myself.”

“Show me. Show me how you touched yourself while thinking about me,” he commanded, taking his hands from you.

He turned you to face him, placing a searing kiss on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands playing in his hair as he walked you backwards to the bed. When he pulled away from the kiss, you looked into his eyes and saw that same look you had seen earlier. Before you could register what that look meant, he gently pushed you onto the bed. He then slid your panties off.

“Go on, show me,” he said again.

Your hands traveled down your body, til they reached where his had been earlier. You slid a finger in, then another. You took one hand and began playing with your breasts. Knowing that he was watching you turned you on even more and you began working your fingers inside you faster.

You felt the bed shift, but you were too busy with yourself to notice that he had sat down to watch you. When he joined you on the bed, you felt him stop your hand then replace it with his, keeping the same pace you had earlier, bringing you closer to your climax.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. “Don’t- don’t stop.”

He moved his fingers faster, and then bent his head down between your legs. When you felt his tongue flick at your clit, you arched your back off the bed. He did it again and again, then he started sucking on it. This sent you over the edge, and you came with a shout of his name, like you had done many times before. He slid his fingers from inside you once you came down from your high.

He then crawled up the bed and leaned over you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You opened your eyes, and reached for him, pulling him to you so you could kiss him again. You tongue probing at his lips, then sliding in his mouth when he opened it. You started grinding against him, feeling how hard he was and wanting him inside you.

He pulled back from your lips and stood, shedding his clothes. You reached out and pulled him down on the bed. You climbed onto his lap, his hands traveling over your body again, making you ache with longing.

You pushed him back and began kissing down his body. You kissed him on his chest, down his stomach, until you got to his hard dick. You took it in your hand and began stroking him slowly. You looked up at him, and he closed his eyes at your touch. You then ran your tongue around the tip, then up the base, getting it wet before you sucked him into your mouth. You took as much of him as you could and began bobbing your head up and down on him.

You heard him hiss above you as you began working your hand on his shaft in time with the movement of your head.

“Fuck, fuck, stop,” he told you after a minute. You let him slide out of your mouth. “C’mere,” he said.

You crawled back up to face him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You, I want you,” you told him, placing a kiss on his lips before you lowered yourself onto him.

As he slid inside you slowly, you felt every inch of him until he was completely inside you. Without giving you time to adjust to him, he grabbed your hips and started moving you on top of him. You placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced as you bounced on his dick, each stroke causing the head of it to hit your g-spot.

With a groan, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and pushing himself inside deeper. Your lips found his in a sloppy kiss before he maneuvered you so you were underneath him. Taking your legs in his arms, he began rutting into you faster. You grabbed the sheets as he kept moving inside you.

He then let your legs go, so that he could lean over you, kissing you on your neck. He moved his lips up to the shell of your ear.

“Turn over,” he said as he stilled his hips.

Reluctantly, you let him slide from inside you as you turned over and got on all fours. He slid back inside you with a low groan, before reaching underneath you and pulling you up to him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered. “I don’t know why I waited this long to have you.”

You chuckled. “Me either.”

He took one of his hands and toyed with your breast as the other snaked down to rub on your clit. You reached behind, pulling his head down to kiss you again. You felt yourself coming closer to your climax again.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.”

He moved his hand faster. “That’s it, Y/N, I got you, let go.”

At his words, you felt yourself cum hard. Harder than you had been able to make yourself. You called his name over and over as you came.

You would have collapsed against him if he hadn’t been holding you up. He kept moving inside you, feeling you flutter around him, brought him closer to his own orgasm. Soon he came with a loud groan, sliding out of you.

You laid back on the bed. He laid next to you, pulling you close. You both laid there side by side for a minute.

“So, how long have you been wanting to do that?” you asked him finally

“Since the first day I met you.”

You laughed.

“You know,” he said. “I was thinking of a way to ask you out before, but I didn’t want to make it awkward, you know with us being neighbors and all.”

“Yeah, I understand… but I would have said yes.”

“I know that now.”

You stretched and sat up.

“Where are you goin?”

“Well, I’ve been out all night and plus what we just did, I need a shower.”

“You can use mine,” he told you. “I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You headed into his bathroom and turned on the shower. while waiting for the water to turn warm, you looked out at him laying on the bed. You walked out and leaned down, kissing him once.

“Join me,” you said to him.

He nodded and you pulled him up. He followed you into the shower, where you had started out washing each other, but ended up kissing again. Soon, he had you pinned against the shower wall, as he slid inside you, as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

It was about to be a long weekend.

[thatlittlered]

Grocery Shopping with Eggsy would include...

Warning(s): My mild swearing because I have a foul mouth? I guess?!

Requested by anon: Aw that harry one with the groceries was so cute, could we have an eggsy one?! he would totally be pushing reader when they’re inside the kart and getting all the pop tarts (idk, are they a thing in other countries?) whatever, it’s adorable! please do it!! <3

A/N: Well, I’m Italian and a junk food expert so I would know if there were pop tarts where I live, trust me. One can only dream, my friend.

Eggsy letting you sit in the kart and rolling you down the aisles as you fake-shoot at all the innocent people that are simply trying to get their grocery shopping done in peace

practically racing through the store to get to the snack aisle when there's a sale and loading your kart will all sorts of shitty junk food that are probably the reason why both of you'll have clogged arteries and a by-pass by the time you're 60

going to the hygiene section and smelling doesn't really help with avoiding getting kicked out of the store for annoying the other customers but oh well

buying ALL THE CANDY

Eggsy shoving random teddy bears and plushes he finds in your kart and shrugging when you ask him about it, "They reminded me of you, luv."

"Fluffy and chubby?"

and him just laughing and rolling his eyes because of course, you'd ruin the moment, "Small and squishy."

buying random crap you definitely don't need, including a corn peeler and the ever so useful carrot peeler that can also function as a pencil sharpener

always losing your list and ending up buying a thousand useless things (ahem, corn peeler) yet forgetting the one thing you really need

trying all the free samples (and maybe cheating a little)

pretending that you're actually thinking of buying that really expensive ass wine although you end up buying the biggest carton of chocolate milk to share during your infamous Disney movie marathons

spending an eternity in the bakery aisle; drooling over all the pastries

buying a baking book although you're never going to use it

[superthiccthighssavelives]

Beg For It Part 4

Part 4 of ????

Tumblr’s dying for me here

Read it on AO3 

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[bluesfortheredj]

First Time For Everything - SW.

“I’ve got something special planned for tonight,” Taron had winked before you went off to work that morning.

Now you were sat at your desk, your eyes barely leaving the clock in the corner of your computer screen as you wished the hours by. It was torture, what seemed like half an hour passing was only ten minutes, and you tapped away at your keyboard much harder than you needed to as your frustrations took over. Thinking about tonight was a distraction you didn’t need, but your mind couldn’t help but wander as you tried to figure out what he had planned. You knew one thing for sure; that tonight would be the night that you and Taron make love for the first time.

It was a daunting prospect, but it had been a long time coming after a year of being together romantically, and you were more than ready. You didn’t know what was in store, you’d just agreed to let him make the plans and when he’d said those words to you this morning, you knew this was it. Finally it was lunch time, but the butterflies fluttering around your stomach were leaving no room for food, and you try and calm your nerves with some camomile tea, but you end up hating the taste of it. Thankfully that took your mind off of this evening for a brief moment, but it soon takes over your thoughts again.

“(Y/N), you almost done with that report?” you colleague asks from beside you, giving your arm a small nudge.

“Yeah… yeah,” you lie, “of course.”

“Great, thank god it’s friday, right?”

“Absolutely!” you sigh. You concentrate on your report, now finally having something to aim for by the end of the day, and your whole body relaxes as you forget about tonight for a couple of hours.

“Done!” you beam when you’ve finished it and sent it over to your boss.

“And right on time for the weekend to start!” your work mate winks.

“Such good timing,” you chuckle as you both gather your belongings up and head out. After saying goodbye to everyone in the lobby, you walk out to the car park, get in your car, then as soon as the engine starts, so do the butterflies again, and you make your way home in a nervous silence. When you pull up outside your house, the lights are on, and you walk giddily to the front door, fumbling with your key before getting it in the lock just in time for Taron to open it.

“Hello you,” he smiles, “thought I heard you coming.”

You smile to yourself as your mind immediately wants to reply with ‘you will later’, but you resist, and instead nod shyly.

“How was work?” he asks as he walks back into the kitchen, just starting to plate up your favourite pasta dish. You look at it suspiciously, thinking that it would totally bloat you out before you even got to the bedroom, but then you notice the portions are much smaller than what he usually does, and smile to yourself once again.

“Good thanks, how’s your day been?”

“I’m not going to lie, having a lazy day after weeks of not being here has been amazing,” he chuckles, “just being back home is such a nice feeling.”

“Aww, you deserve it after all your hard work.”

“...and emergency dental surgery,” he says with a self pitying pout that makes you both laugh and feel for him at the same time. You step towards him and put your hand on his cheek softly, stroking his stubble lined jaw.

“And that,” you say sadly, “poor baby.”

He flashes you a cheeky grin, then plants a meaningful kiss on your lips, and when he pulls back he wiggles his eyebrows at you playfully.

“I’m suddenly very thirsty,” he announces, pouring out two glasses of wine with part of his tongue between his teeth and that grin still hugging his face.

“I’ve been thirsty all day,” you add, making him look up at your smirk.

“I can definitely quench that thirst for you,” he replies without missing a beat. The talk was already getting you a little hot under the collar, and to be honest you didn’t even want to eat, all you wanted to do was get straight down to it, but he’d clearly made an effort, and you wanted the whole experience that he’d planned.

“So,” he says, pulling out your chair for you to sit in, “tonight we have pasta a la Taron, then for dessert… well, it’s a surprise.”

“Wow, leaving me hanging on the dessert front!” you laugh, sitting down, placing your wine glass to the side and picking up your cutlery.

“Trust me when I say I will not be leaving you hanging tonight babe,” he winks, and you rub your thighs together excitedly under the table. Both you and Taron finish your dinners in record time, then as you sit there sipping the last of your wine while Taron rinses the dishes, you spot something on the stairs.

“What’s that?” you ask, getting out of your seat and walking towards the staircase.

“Hold on! Stop!” Taron calls out, “jeez, so impatient.”

“I’m curious as to what’s on the stairs, that’s all!” you laugh.

“Just sit down over there and wait okay? Give me… Ten minutes, then come up,” he instructs, and you nod seriously at him and sit down on the sofa with the remainder of your wine. As soon as he’s up the stairs and out of sight, you down the rest of the drink in your glass and plonk it down on the coffee table, then start to stare at the clock, just like you’d done at work.

“You can come up now!” Taron calls down, and you practically jump up from your seat, then have to stop yourself from running up the stairs. When you see what was placed on the step, your face turns up in to a warm smile, and as you make your way up, you see a rose petal with each climb. They lead you to the bedroom door which is partially shut, and when you open it, it’s lit by only candles dotted around the room, and there’s one rose on the middle of the bed.

“This is...” you gasp, unable to find the right words.

“Not too cheesy, is it?” Taron asks, and you shake your head from side to side.

“It’s perfect,” you finish. Taron breathes a sigh of relief as you step further into the room, then when you finally look at him, you realise he’s in a dressing gown.

“Right! Yes, sorry, I was going to give you a massage,” he explains, seeing your slightly confused expression. You raise your eyebrows as the thought of his hands exploring every part of your body start to race through your mind, and you start to get undressed as he moves the rose off of the bed and places a towel down for you. His eyes don’t leave your body as you slip your shirt off of your shoulders, then slide your skirt down your thighs, and he can’t help but lick his lips when you drop your bra to the floor with your knickers following soon after. You lie face down on the towel with your arms crossed beneath your head, giving it some support as you look to the side, then Taron drops his dressing gown to reveal his naked body, and you can’t help but wiggle your legs at the sight.

“I don’t know if this is going to be too cold,” he warns, rubbing the oils between his hands before placing them on your calf and gliding up to your thigh.

“Perfect,” you mutter, loving the feel of him kneading your skin. He does one leg, then the other, and purposely runs his hands over your bum to get to your back, climbing on to the bed and placing one knee either side of your body as he does so. This was a nice touch, as he knew you were going to be nervous about your first time, but having him explore your body in this relaxed setting beforehand was actually helping a lot, and the butterflies you’d felt all day had suddenly dissipated. He makes all sorts of patterns over your back with his hands, then rubs his thumbs along the tops of your shoulders and down your sides, dipping them between the towel and your breasts to catch your nipples on the way.

“Turn over,” he whispers, leaning down to your ear, and you turn your body over between his sturdy thighs, your nipples standing to attention already. His tongue darts out of his mouth as he eyes your chest, then you close your eyes as he drops some more oil into his hands and covers your skin all over, his fingers digging in to your every now and again. He makes his way down your stomach, then jumps to your legs, squeezing your thighs as he moves down them. One finger traces around your pubic area teasingly, then dips between your folds and draws a line from your opening up to your clit, where he gives a firm press that makes you moan.

“That’s like music to my ears,” he exhales, and his length automatically stiffens. He repeats the action a few more times, each time your core feeling wetter, then he tentatively pushes two fingers slowly inside you, curling them up to hit the textured wall inside.

“Move, please,” you beg, and he does as you say, softly pumping them in and out of your warmth. He sees your chest rising and falling quicker each time, and with his free hand he reaches up and starts to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh!” you cry out as words start to disappear from your mind.

“Do you think you can take something bigger?” he asks, his cock now getting a little impatient as he looks at your body beneath him. You nod at him, unable to vocalise anything apart from moans and groans, and he slides his fingers out, quickly licking them clean before nudging your legs apart so he could fit in between them. He picks up the condom packet from the bedside table, rips it open and hastily slides it down over his length before positioning himself at your entrance, holding his cock in place as he teases you open bit by bit with it. Each time he pushes inside, he goes a little deeper, then pulls back out again to get you used to the sensation, and by the time he’s all the way in, it’s less painful than you thought.

“You okay?” he asks as you open your eyes to look at him hovering above you.

“Yeah,” you smile, “more than.”

“You look so beautiful,” he grins, placing his hand on your cheek as he leans down to kiss you. As his tongue starts to dip inside your mouth, his hips start to move, and your arms wrap around his torso tightly as his chest slides against yours. Everything is slow and sensual, so that every nerve in your body feels as if fireworks are being let off, and as he gets into a steady rhythm, you start to move your hips up off of the bed to meet his, making all sorts of new sensations explode inside you.

One of your hands runs up and down the nape of his neck, and one travels down his back to grip on to his bum, your nails surely leaving marks on his soft skin. His kiss gets messy, eventually moving from your lips to your neck and turning into gentle nibbles as he tries to control himself from blowing too early. He suddenly leans up with his arms out straight either side of you, and this new angle allows him to rub against your sensitive spot with each thrust. You grab on to his forearms as you feel a pressure building inside you, and with a few more movements from Taron, you come undone around him, his hand holding your jaw in place gently so he can watch you orgasm below him. As you’re coming to end of riding out your high, Taron then let himself go and you watch his face contort with pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Wow,” you breathe as Taron pulls out and collapses next to you on the bed.

“Too right, wow,” he pants, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling… Like I’m floating. How are you feeling? Was it okay?” you ask nervously.

“Okay?” Taron chuckles, “it was fantastic, remarkable, outstanding, monumental, phenomenal!”

“Stop it,” you giggle, curling up into his body to hide your blushing face.

“Never,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your body as tightly as possible.

Request: Love your stories! Can I ask for one in which Taron and reader have been dating for a year but reader haven't lost her virginty yet and Taron wants to make it special. I think this is a smut/fluff request. Yeah, I know, i'm weird

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