#i love taron

[taronrocket]

Taron Egerton and Jonathan Bailey in Cock the play (2022)

📸: Brinkhoff/Mögenburg

Taken from twitter @taronfanpage

[euphternal]

he’s so 🎀🩷🦢🫧✨🫧🦢🎀✨🤍🫧🩷🦢🎀

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Follows from @angst-after-dark's piece here

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There's a little coffeeshop down the road from the soup kitchen, and Jameson makes his way there, clutching a handful of dollars that Taron's friend had slipped him when he told her to fuck off and stop trying to make conversation. Then he'd apologized for telling her to fuck off. Then she'd given him the money.

He curls up on a couch in the corner. It's a million years old and sagging in the middle, but soft, and he can sit here sipping coffee until they ask him to leave. Dark clouds gather overhead, promising rain. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, as low as Robert's voice rumbling when he ordered Jameson out of the cage.

He misses Nanda's deeper growl, the purr always at the edge of every order given. Men always talk to him like that, low and deep. There are so many flavors of deep voices, so many different tastes on his tongue.

The thunder comes again, louder this time.

"Oh, Elsie'll be scared as shit," He mutters. Taron's goat - or, well, Zizi's really - didn't like loud deep noises like that. She'll be hiding in the barn behind haybales or something. Taron'll have to hunt around for her.

Well. Not his problem anymore. He'd seen the look on Taron's face after he hurt him, heard the get out of here that the man never said.

Jameson looks down, taking another sip. The coffee is good but it just makes the way his chest twists in hurt and... and guilt, cut a little deeper. He had known sooner or later that Taron would get sick of him. It was just a matter of time..

But he still feels like shit about it.

The little bell over the door rings as people come inside, probably just wanting out of the rain that had started to fall, droplets tap-tap-tapping. Jameson closes his eyes, fighting the saltwater heat stinging there. He doesn't cry anymore. Robert took every year he had left. He won't cry again.

He was stupid to think his broken brain was worth fighting for. His broken body, scarred and in pain all the time. The legs that some days don't work, and he has to pretend he doesn't want to do chores so he doesn't have to admit that he does want to help, but his knees won't straighten out without agony, his legs won't hold his weight. He was stupid to think some guy would want to deal with his nightmares and how sometimes he tastes the voices of people who have died, how nightmares wake him up screaming.

With all his scars and his fucked up bald patches, he isn't even pretty enough to earn it by opening his legs. Nobody wants a scarred slut.

Especially not one who pulls a knife when you're just trying to help him, the fucking moron.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stupid-

He jams the palm of his hand against his eyelids, fighting the way his throat closes up, how badly he wants to cry. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

The couch dips as someone sits down next to him, and he turns to snarl fuck off, can't you see I'm a fucking danger to you only to have the words die in his throat, the taste of them turn to nothing on his tongue.

Zizi, head tipped to one side, waggles her fingers in a wave. "Hello."

Jameson blinks.

Then he looks away, and-

Taron, lurking with hands in his pockets. Long sleeves cover the bandage Jameson knows is there on his arm. He looks as bad as Jameson probably does, the exhaustion written in his face and frame.

"What-..." He has to clear his throat, rubbing aggressively at tear tracks to pretend they never existed. He looks from one of them to the other. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Zizi is the one who answers. Her voice pops on his tongue, like always. If she ever kissed him he might melt into the floor. "We came here for you, Jameson."

"... Why?" His eyes go to Taron. The cold anger of this morning isn't there, not even when Jameson searches for it, for even a hint. He just looks tired, and... relieved. "I fucking cut your arm. You could have bled-"

"Gave myself stitches." Taron shrugs, as if discussing taking a short walk on a sunny day. "Done it before. Not such a deep cut."

"I'm..." He didn't know what to say. He had been thinking about leaving an apology note at the restaurant, taping it to the door and then disappearing again. Easier for them. Easier to understand that he knows he isn't wanted anymore.

Except-

They're both here.

"I'm not safe," He finally says, rasping, just above a whisper. "I have nightmares-... all the time."

Zizi puts a hand on Jameson's shoulder, thumb rubbing a little there, soothing. How she does this - touches without intent or coercion, only affection - is a revelation for Jameson. He can't remember anyone before the two of them who could touch him without demanding something in return.

Taron, where he stands, only nods.

"I wake up and I-I don't know where I am. I could... do anything. Hurt anybody. I hurt you. I don't want to-... But I don't know. I only see..." He trails off. "I only see Robert. Or Brute."

The two of them share a look, but Jameson doesn't see it. He's staring down at his coffee again. Outside, thunder cracks and the lights in the coffeeshop flicker. Someone laughs nervously across the room, acidic like orange juice.

"People who hurt you," Zizi says, voice low and soft. She moves close to him and something in Jameson's iron isolation cracks. He leans against her, lets his head rest on her shoulder.

"People who fucked me up," He agrees, eyes closed. "Better I stay off by myself, anyway. It could happen again. I could hurt someone again-... I don't-... I don't want to hurt someone again... But I wake up and I see him, and I know if I don't fight this time... it doesn't fucking matter. I hurt you, and you, you did the right fucking thing, telling me to go. I won't bug you anymore. I'll fuck off, and you don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Oh, honey," Zizi murmurs. Her arms go around him.

There's a silence.

Then, Taron says in his own soft, deep voice, "I didn't tell you to go, kid."

"... What?"

"Didn't... Didn't want you to go."

[taronismysugerdaddy]

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"

[tiny-taron]

taron egerton photographed by jamie bruce at the golden globes afterparty

[jungkookisalllife]

Kingsman 3... WHEN?!

[b3llb00]

" 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.

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" 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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[wholesome-madderton]

What was he thinking???? (do it again)

[simphq]

Taron Egerton Imagines

❄️Christmas Time☃️

The snow was gracefully falling on the ground and the heating was on high. Taron and you were putting up the Christmas decorations and decorating the tree was the last thing to do.

“Taron does this look alright?” You stand up and step back. “Yeah it’s perfect love” after Taron had a fight with the lights and the tinsel gently placed by yourself,all that was left was to put the angel on the top of the tree.

“Go on love you can do it.” You smile and run the tree like a child.

“There we go. All done” Taron says while wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean your head back on onto Taron’s shoulder. “It look’s perfect and only took erm two and a half hours” you giggle and Taron smiles then glanced out of the window. “Hey baby why don’t we go outside?” “Oh my god yes!” The two on you rush upstairs to change into something warm.

Then you run into the snowy garden with Taron not too far behind. You create a small snowball and throw it at Taron hitting him right in the forehead. “You are so dead missy.” Taron laughed and was chasing after you while kicking snow at you. Once he caught up to you he grabbed you from behind and spun you around but he slipped causing you both falling to the ground. You both burst into a fit of laughter as you landed on top of Taron. Once the laughter died, Taron was looking directly into your eyes and slowly placed his hand on the side of your face gently pulling you towards him. Your lips brush his but he pulls you in to have a deep, meaningful kiss. Taron breaks the kiss and he is breathless, he tucks a piece of hair from behind. “Your gorgeous” you blush and look down. “Oi i mean it. I love you” “i love you Taron.”

[elilayy]

Black Bird (2022) - Q&A with Dennis Lehane, Taron Egerton, Paul Walter Hauser & Greg Kinnear Come join our discord: https://discord.gg/7FAacZpmm2

[taronrocket]

[euphternal]

he knows what he’s doing…

[b311ab00]

Taron Egerton in Mr. Posters 2015 photoshoot, Pt. I

Holy fuck, I'm feral.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

BBU Community Days

@bbu-on-the-side * {Day 15: Collaboration} Create any piece of BBU content together with another community member! Could be a crossover scene with both your characters, a collaboratively developed concept, an illustration to their story, an RP, … Anything goes, as long as you worked together within the BBU!

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@for-the-love-of-angst and I have an Au where my OC Jameson stumbles into their OC Taron's restaurant and they strike up a sometimes tentative but enduring friendship. For the last day of BBU Community Days, Collaboration, I wanted to write something in our shared little universe)

Jameson slips the bottle into the hidden inside pocket of his coat, his eyes scanning a variety of protein bars in boxes without really reading any of the labels. The orange juice is cold from the line of glass-front fridge sections that run along the entire back of the gas station. It had been easy to take the little orange bottle out and carry it around for a while, browsing, while the gas station was crowded with workers in paint-stained tshirts and clean suits and uniforms.

He had a plastic bag with a burrito in it in the other hand. He'd pay the two dollars for that, and no one would notice the bottle being gone at all.

He exhales, waits a few more seconds, and then shifts to head down the aisle and get in line.

When someone taps on his shoulder, almost too light to feel through his coat, Jameson spins around with his heart in his throat. People turn to look nearby where they stand pouring steaming coffee into paper cups.

Jameson's protest - fuck you, I didn't take shit, asshole - dies when he sees who was standing behind him.

Taron's eyebrows raise. His hair is back and away, caught with a tie at the nape of his neck. Usually it's pulled higher up. Jameson has dreams about taking out the elastic and running his fingers down the textured darkness of it. Has dreams about Taron grabbing his wrists and forcing him against a wall, too. Neither dream is ever going to happen.

That's what makes the dreams safe. Knowing it won't happen makes them feel nicer to wake from. Knowing Taron won't ever do any of the things Jameson wants him to do makes him the safest person on earth for Jameson to fantasize about.

But it still pisses him off when Taron looks so fucking good in a flannel shirt and jeans.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jameson asks before he can stop himself. "You don't live on this side of town."

"Neither do you," Taron says mildly, smiling a little with one side of his mouth. Jameson's mouth goes dry at the sight. Fucking handsome asshole.

"I don't live anywhere," Jameson counters, shifting from foot to foot a little uneasily. "So I could be everywhere. Why are you here, though?"

"Needed gas." Taron shrugs. He has a cup of coffee in his free hand, a bag hanging off his arm with what looks like doughnuts inside. "Got a call from somebody trying to find a home for goats."

"For goats?"

"For goats."

"And you didn't tell them to fuck off and raise their own fucking goats?"

"Don't mind goats." Taron's smile widens and Jameson knows what name he'll say next the second he sees the adoration in the expression. "Zizi is the one who answered the phone, anyway."

What Zizi wants, Zizi gets, Jameson thinks with no small hint of bitterness. Zizi, Taron's wife and True Love and whatever the fuck else she wants to be. Perfect happy cheerful Zizi who bounces around and is so fucking nice to him that Jameson can't even really be jealous of it hate her because she's so easy to fucking like.

He'd go get her the goats, too, if he's honest.

Or anything else she wanted.

"Oh. Well. Okay. I was just getting myself breakfast-" he holds up the burrito. "Enjoy your... goats, I guess."

Taron snorts. "Take out the juice," He says in a low voice.

Jameson tenses. "I don't have-"

"Yeah, you do." Taron doesn't sound angry. Or upset. Or even disappointed. He's just stating facts. "Come on. Take it out."

Jameson's lip curls in a brief snarl before he grunts a curse and pulls it out from the hidden pocket. "Fine. I'll put it back. I only have enough cash for one fucking thing, so sue me-"

"Want to come see the goats?" Taron interrupts him, head tipped to the side.

"Do I... Do I want to what now-"

"Go with. See the goats. I'll get your breakfast, you help me get the goats back home." He shrugs again. It's a crime, how good he looks just shrugging his shoulders. "Call it a trade."

Jameson looks at the juice, and then back up at Taron's face. "Back to your house?"

"Zizi might need help giving them names," Taron says, and it's an invitation, not a command. He never gives orders, not like that. Jameson wishes he would.

He's grateful in a desperate frightened way that Taron never ever makes a demand.

The only man Jameson has spent any real time with who doesn't.

"Uh... Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I'll go with. Can I have coffee though? I'll put the juice back."

"Why grab it if you didn't want it?"

Jameson grins, sharp as a knife. The first smile he's found in days. "Hot coffee is harder to hide."

Taron makes a sound like he's choking back a laugh. "Right. Come on, get your coffee."

He doesn't look over Jameson's shoulder or look close behind him. Just waits patiently while Jameson puts the orange juice back and then gets his own little paper cup of bitter dark coffee, pure shit but at least it's caffeinated shit. He doesn't comment on Jameson adding creamer, or tell him where to stand. He doesn't touch Jameson's lower back or stand too close in line.

He never touches Jameson at all.

It sucks.

It's wonderful.

[taronismysugerdaddy]

Hey everyone this is a short romantic fiction about taron x Y/N hope you like it

To be wed

It was a cold March day when Y/N and Taron first met in the bar. Y/N had been out with friends and was enjoying the night when she spotted Taron across the room. She was immediately taken by his wicked smile and couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Meanwhile, Taron had noticed Y/N too. He was mesmerised by her beautiful eyes and wanted to get to know her better. He made his way over to her and the two began to talk.

As the night went on, Y/N and Taron realised that they had a lot in common and that they shared a special connection. They talked for hours and eventually exchanged phone numbers.

From that day onwards, Y/N and Taron were inseparable. They went on many dates, explored the city together, and shared many laughs and memories. It was clear that their relationship was something special.

As the months went by, Taron found himself falling in love with Y/N more and more each day. He loved her kind and caring manner, and he knew that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

So, two years later, on a romantic beach at sunset, Taron proposed to Y/N. She said yes, and the two are now happily engaged to be wed. Y/N and Taron are looking forward to spending the rest of their lives together, and they are so thankful to have found each other.

[tiny-taron]

Taron for the 2023 SAG AWARDS