#jimmy keene

[wiha-jun]

BLACK BIRD Pilot

[appletvsource]

Make Me.

Black Bird 1x01 - Jimmy Keene

[thelvrsera]

[mentions of drugs + hook ups ]

— early years (the good)🌷

jimmy keene , who you’ve known since you were both in diapers + played together in his parents living room floor

jimmy keene , who would bring you little wild flowers out of the ground that first bloomed in the spring

jimmy keene , who was your first real friend in elementary school , and always made sure you sat next to him in the cafeteria because “other girls had cooties , but not y/n”

jimmy keene , who gave you lunch money for ice cream because you lost yours in your moms car

jimmy keene , who ran to your home-made box first to put valentines cards inside that he stayed up all night making for you

jimmy keene , who saw you crying on the playground because you fell in the mulch , and dusted your knees off and said “its okay , it’s just a little scratch , let’s go play on the swings ! “

jimmy keene , the only boy your parents allowed to stay the night for a sleepover , all because your mothers worked together

jimmy keene , the first person who ever really mattered to you..

— the awakening senses of two teenagers (the bad)🫀

jimmy keene , who was always dotted on by teachers for “being a cops kid” . not a day went by where he wasn’t talked about .

jimmy keene , who had 3 out of 6 classes with you , and still always made sure you sat beside him . people always thought you guys were thicker than thieves .

jimmy keene , who never understood the English homework that was given , so he always came over to get help with studying , and admired you for being so in touch with English literature

jimmy keene , who was always getting you both in trouble for talking in class , which lead to the first time you ever had detention .. your father wasn’t too pleased with that one.

jimmy keene , who came over when his parents divorced , and cried because he thought he would never see his father again. He was never the same when Big Jim Keene moved out . he had lost his first best friend

jimmy keene , who got on the football team , which caused you to jump with joy as he was finally achieving what he dreamed of .

jimmy keene , who made your heart beat out of your chest when he was near you . he made you feel those butterflies in your stomach , but who were you kidding , you guys were just friends .

jimmy keene , who got into an argument with you after you found out he was selling pot . you told him that it wasn’t a good idea . he told you to stop acting like you were his mother .

jimmy keene , who asked you out on the football field after a big win — there was no doubt you said yes , everyone knew jimmy + y/n , the biggest couple of Kankakee Highschool

jimmy keene , the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with ..

— you were supposed to be in love , right ? (The chosen) 🚬

jimmy keene , who was with you all throughout college . he got his scholarships through sports , and got another degree elsewhere . you on the other hand , were a law major . being a federal agent was a dream to you

jimmy keene , who was still invested in the drug business after almost 8 years of college . you dared not to say a word , you’ve been together since highschool , why would you ever question the man you hoped to become your husband ?

jimmy keene , who owned a couple of homes . some vacation lot and the Kankakee house , in which you both lived . he loved it , it was the dream spot for him , for you it was an unseen look into the future .

jimmy keene , who started to bring home weapons . and put you into a spiral . “james you can not just bring an AK into our home , what if you get caught?” , “why are you so worried ? it’s not like I’m gonna use it— quit complaining .”

jimmy keene , who would come home at late hours of the night , and even wee hours of the morning. 12:47 am , 2:04 am , 5:58 am ? what was he doing coming home this late ?

jimmy keene , who bought you an expensive dress from Versace the night he asked you to be his wife . it was like all of your worries had washed away . It was the 90s after all , 1993 to be exact . anything could distract anyone.

jimmy keene , who was excited that you started off in your career , you didn’t tell him you were working for the bureau , you told him you were working in journalism . and nothing could beat his excitement for you , future Mrs. Keene

jimmy keene , who ran around the room in a panic . a sheet wrapped around his slim waist when you came home the next morning to a woman in your bed , lines of cocaine on your dresser , and both parties in the nude . he was your fiancé ? how could he do this to you , he loved you … right?

jimmy keene , who broke down and cried that night in the living room floor as the house was quiet . you had packed your stuff and left , you drove so far you didn’t even realize you were in Missouri . but you also realized , this was the start of your new life . he kept the engagement ring tucked in a coat pocket , in case you ever came back to him .

jimmy keene , who still hadn’t got over you in three years . he made sure he found you in every woman he slept with , just to give his heart a rest . Until his home was raided in 1996 . he knew this was the end , he’d never get a chance to salvage that relationship with you ever again . he finally realized that it was over

or was it …

the last thing you expected to fall onto your desk was a file . Larry Hall was a well known suspect you had , but when you got a file from Beaumont , it was the one thing you knew would happen .

You opened the file and was met with the familiar face that you once fell in love with … Jimmy Keene .

It was risky , you knew the whole plan was , but the plane ride from Missouri back to Chicago was something that had your heart racing .

—

Two days later , you had stepped foot into the penitentiary , the decision was still being made at who would go in undercover. the sound of your heels hitting the concrete linoleum floor sounded louder in the dimly lit hallway.

When you opened the door, you sat down in the chair opposite of the one in front of you, which was later filled by the man himself , Jimmy Keene .

Giving him a small smile , you placed the file on the table and watched as his face contorted. Was it fear ? Was it excitement ? Or was it betrayal .

“Let’s begin , shall we ? … Mr . Keene “

THE GOOD , THE BAD , AND THE CHOSEN — jan . 26 , 2024

[geo-winchester]

OKAYYY IM BACKKK!! Don't worry btw, I'm positive it'll turn out great!

So my request is - the reader and Jimmy go to the club with a group of friends and as the night goes by Jimm stays by the readers side and keeps getting turned on by her dancing so he takes her to the bathrooms and they 👉🏻👌🏼

Take as much time as you need!!

THE CLUB

A/N: hi lovely anon, I hope you’re good, thanks for your patience and I’m sorry this took me a while I hope this is what you were waiting for, lots of love and thank you again for your request!!

Warning: this is a smut! So please if you’re under 18 please DO NOT READ! leave this post if you’re not 18+

Taron Egerton’s masterlist

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You knew how this day would end, you knew it the moment when you noticed Jimmy was staring at you as you got ready for tonight, and maybe that’s why you decided to put on the new dress he bought you, and you used that perfume he likes. That night it supposed to be a drinks with your friends but you never thought it would be in a club, you could see the smirk at Jimmy’s face as he sees you dancing, at some point he was behind you as you keep dancing, you press a little your butt to him, you feel how he start to get hard, you look at him with a smirk, you were a little surprised when he brought you close to him feeling more his hardness, you gasp when he start to kiss you neck, you turn to him and without wasting any second you kissed him hard, he bites your lip making you groan, he took that opportunity to introduced his tongue in your mouth, making the kiss went deeper.

-Let’s go somewhere else- You said, he didn't need you to tell him twice that sentence, he took your hand and guided you to one of the bathrooms.

-I know it’s not the best place…- you didn't let him finish, you kissed him again and put your arms around his neck.

-I don’t care- you said between kisses, as you brought him close to you, you could feel his hardness brushing your lower belly, he groaned at the friction, one of his hand travel to your chest, you gasp when he squeeze it, you start to undone his belt between kissed and when you got the chance you start to palm him over his trousers. In a second his attitude changed, his kisses were a little more aggressive and in one second he took your dress off, letting you in just your trousers, you start to undone the bottoms of his shirt as you kiss his neck, he groan when he feel your teeth biting. he smirk before he make you sit on the sink before he got on his knees, he took the only piece of cloth you have on you and spread your legs.

-God, you’re so beautiful- he said before he spread your lips and started to play with your clit making you moan, one of your hands traveled to his hair, he smiled as he noticed how you arch your back with every moan.

-Jimmy…- you said and he knew what you need, he pushed two of his fingers in to you, your moans increased and became louder, as he felt how you were close, so he took the changes and add another finger and increased his speed, it wasn't long when you cum on his face, he slowdown his speed as you came down, he stand up and you brought him to you and kiss him, tasting your juices on his tongue, you start to palm him, he was hard and he groan when your hand start to touch his balls.

-Yn- he said, you smirk before you start to kneel but he stopped you -no… I need you now- he said and before you could say anything he turn you around and bend you over, he massage your clit again, before you knew it he pushed himself into you making the two of you moan, he keep his speed for a few moments and he brought you to his chest lifting your leg so he can keep thrusting -Look at you- he said looking at the mirror, you did as he told you and you couldnt help to smirk at the obscene image, your tits bouncing with every thrust he gave you, as if he read your mind his other hand took one of your tits and play with your nipple, the sensation made you moan but that moan became a gasp when he pinch it a little more hard -Shit I love this perfect tits, shit I love all of you- you could feel how the pressure in your belly start to grow but suddenly he get out of you, he suddenly turn around and make you sit on the sink, you watch how he guide himself into you, you kiss him as he push his cock, he increase his speed again, the bathroom start to feel of moans and the noice of his balls crushing into you. You almost scream when he starts to play with your clit -you can be as loud as you want darling- he said.

-Jimmy…

-Are you close, love?- you nod -then do it, come on my cock- it wasn’t long before you scream as you arch your back, you could feel your legs shake, before you get down of your orgasm he came, you could feel the hot of his seed inside you, you brought him to your arms and kiss hims again, the two of you keep smiling between kisses.

-I never thought I'd have sex with my husband in a bathroom.

-Oh I thought about it- he said.

-Really?- he nod.

-Everytime we came to a club and you wore those tight dresses that drove me crazy… uff.

-And why didn't you say something?- he shrugged.

-I didn’t want you to think that i was just trying to get inside your pants, I mean I want to but with you I always want more- He said before he kissed you again, after a while he help you stand up from the sink, you giggle as you were getting dressed -What are you laughing at?

-Can you imagine if we got lucky this time and our baby was conceived in a bathroom?- he giggled as he hugged you, you put your arms around his neck.

-Well I don't care if our baby is a bathroom baby, but if you have a problem with that we can still go home and try again- he said with a wink.

-Then let's go home Mr. Keene.

[variety-fangirl]

OMG OKAY

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJVW1bhX/

So I was just scrolling through tt and got this idea.. can I please request an imagine where Jimmy and Lauren bump into each other and she sees Jimmy with his gf and asks "Her last name" just like she did the first time they met, assuming the reader is just another hook up, but he surprises her as he answers with our last name? Thank you!!!<3

Our Name / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy and you see Lauren randomly whilst out shopping, and she assumes you're just another one of Jimmy's regulars. Your confession wipes the smirk off her smug face.

Warnings: none, for once 😂 just some fluff.

Authors note: OKAY OKAY, love this idea. So, what I got from this and assume you mean is that reader and Jimmy are married and so that our last name is his? I hope so because that is what I wrote 😅😂 but I hope you like it anyways! Just a short one :D Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it. Liking, commenting, and reblogging really helps me out.

Word count: 537

You and Jimmy had been out on a date, enjoying the afternoon in your little happy bubble, basking in the warm sun and quiet surroundings. You had stopped by a few of your and Jimmy's favourite shops, grabbed some food at a cute small café you passed by, and ended the day by grabbing ice cream, which you were currently munching on as you walked and talked. The day had been perfect, you couldn't have asked for a better date with Jimmy, it was one of your favourite ways to spend an afternoon. You had made Jimmy promise that you would go out on two dates a week, doing fun little activities so you could spend quality time with one another, and he had stuck to that. Not that it took much convincing for him to take you on a date, he loved you and would do whatever to keep you happy.

You were both happily walking down the street laughing when someone stopped in front of you, a little distance away. "Jimmy?" the voice asks, making you both stop and look who it is. You instantly recognise Lauren, putting on your best smile, you had never been a huge fan of hers. She comes to stand directly in front of you both with a smile, her eyes focused on Jimmy. A little too focused if you ask me. "How have you been? It's been too long," she asks friendly, placing her hand on his arm. Jimmy wraps his arm tighter around your waist and pulls his arm from her grasp, "Yeah good thanks. You?" he was trying to be polite but you could see by his face that he didn't want to stay talking to her.

"Good, yeah I'm good." They chatted for a few moments before she turned her attention to you, "And you are?" she faced you, a raised brow studying you. You smile as best as you can, "y/n." god did things feel awkward, but you were never one to be rude even when you didn't like someone. Unless they were first, then it was a different story. She pretends to think with a finger on her mouth, "I don't remember Jimmy mentioning you before, your last name?" she wonders, seeming genuinely interested in that. Probably to stalk your socials to dig up what she could about you and your relationship with Jimmy. You feel Jimmy tense next to you, pulling you even closer to his side. "Keene," Jimmy answers as you hold your hand out for her to see the beautiful ring that Jimmy had picked for you.

You watched Lauren's face drop, shocking morphing on her face. "Wow... How long have you guys been married?" she questions as you put your hand back around Jimmy's back. "About six months, we are very happy," Jimmy says with a smile as he looks down at you lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Congratulations both, I hope you guys will be happy, I'll see you later." she nods before walking away. Well that wiped the smirk off her face, serves her right for thinking you were another of Jimmy's hookups. "Always nice to see old faces." you joke sarcastically, making Jimmy laugh.

[kieselguhrkid]

JIMMY KEENE in Black Bird (2022) Because you're a charming guy. Everyone likes you.

[asterias-record-shop]

Hii hello how are you?? I just thought of this and I need to share cuz I think you're one of the VERY few accounts that write for Jimmy.

I definitely see him as the kind of guy that always picks up his gf from wherever (let's ignore the part where he is a literal womanizer this little dumbass won't be like that forever yea?) For example she's out w friends until late at night and he's told her to call him go pick her up when she's ready to go home. The mf will literally sleep (if he decides to sleep) with his volume to the max and phone right next to his face. Please tell me you see it too😭😭

HI HONEY!! I’m okay, thank you for asking! A lot of things have been going on these past few days so I haven’t been able to write or respond 😭

Oh, but I completely agree with this little headcannon!! He’s always so, so worried — especially if you’re a party girl. Normally, he’s all for going with you, but he also understands that you want your party time alone with your best friends. Oh, and if you’re a drinker? He definitely has his phone pressed right to his face, full volume and vibrations ON.

He’s always ready with a driver on call, waiting for your call to pick you up. He’s got a change of clothes for you to change into in the back at the car, extra shoes and some comfy socks to help you slip on.

When he’s outside of the club, he waits outside of the car — and in more extreme cases goes into get you because everyone knows who he is — and makes sure you’re okay in your wasted state.

“Jimmy!” You yelled, giggling, a telltale sign you were drunk because you never called him Jimmy. “Hi baby!” You also never called him baby, either.

“Hey darlin’,” he grinned as he held your hips, steadying your stumbling form. “Ready?”

“Yep!” You start to giggle again, then you gasp. “Jimmy, you have eye bags!”

He had eye bags from staying up so late for you, but he just shook his head. “I’m fine, doll, ready to go?”

“Oh, almost! They’re finishing up my drink,” you giggled as you leaned into him, holding the back of his head and pulling him down for a firm kiss. “We should dance.”

“No, baby, it’s almost five in the morning — you need to go to sleep,” Jimmy wasn’t normally a caretaker, but for you, he’d be anything. “Come on, I’ll make you a drink at home.”

You pouted, but you followed him, holding his hand tightly and kissing his cheek. “I love you, baby, I’m sorry if I made you worried-” you hiccuped, then giggled. “Oops.”

“I’m always worried about you, baby,” He whispered back, stroking your face softly. “Come on, let’s go.”

You giggle, nodding. “Ok. Thank you, Jimmy… I love you,” you coo, pulling him for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, darlin’.”

Aw; this was so cute!!! Love ya always babe, hope you enjoyed it 🥰 sorry it was so late!

[euphternal]

he’s so 🎀🩷🦢🫧✨🫧🦢🎀✨🤍🫧🩷🦢🎀

[sunonyoreface]

Routine Examinations Pt7 - Jimmy Keene - Black Bird Imagine

Hi there, this story is loosely based off the Black Bird series starring Taron Egerton as James Keene. Although the series is based off real events, this story is not and deviates from the show’s plot.

Summary: You’re a doctor working with the FBI, your new patient: Jimmy Keene.  

Word count: 2000

Pairing: Reader x Jimmy Keene

TW: angst, prison environment, mention of insulin injection.

Jimmy doesn’t hide his surprise when I show up outside his cell. His tired expression is replaced with one of recognition and worry. My patients weren’t alerted about the morning routine change. It’s only for a couple of days. Just until enough people are discharged upstairs and my office is my own again.

“Dr. Green,” concern laces his tone as he stands up from his bed to greet me. He approaches the bars, looking me up and down, searching for evidence to support his wariness. 

“Morning Keene, how are you this morning?” I smile at him through the doors. I’m careful not to be too overtly friendly. Jimmy is not the only one watching. As I’ve made my rounds, the male attention has only grown. At least a dozen depraved eyes are on me as we speak, peering from all angles of the floor. 

Nelson steps around me to unlock his cell door. Jimmy’s eyes flicker to the officer only briefly before landing back on mine. His brows are furrowed, clearly questioning my unannounced visit. He isn’t the only one who reacted this way. several others were upset I’d altered their routine, but thankfully none put up a fight. Once it slides open, Nelson takes a stand near my medical cart, ensuring nothing will get stolen. He stands with his back to us as I requested at the start of our route so it didn’t look suspicious if I were to ask at Jimmy’s cell. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks. 

“Not at the moment. I’m doing medication on the ground today to avoid extra traffic in the infirmary,” I step up to the entrance of his cell. The door is unlocked but his broad frame guards the opening. He’s hesitant to let me in.

“May I come in?” I step up to the entrance. Intense eyes stare down at me as I wait for him to decide. I don’t think he wants his injection out in the open. 

Jimmy takes a small step back, just far enough to allow me in, but not far enough back so that I have space to move past him. We’re standing almost chest to chest. 

It feels strange being in an inmate's cell, especially Jimmy’s. It’s a small glimpse into who they are. What few possessions they have are often incredibly important to them. Yet Jimmy hasn’t been here long enough to add to his cell. I’m not sure he would anyway. He doesn’t come off as that type of person. But maybe I don’t know him that well. 

Nevertheless, you’re stepping into what little space they can call their own. It’s not a home but it’s as close as many of them get for years. It's where they sleep, where they dream, where they think about friends and loved ones on the outside, where they reflect on their past actions, where they determine if it was all worth it. It’s the closest thing they have to a safe space. So just the act of being in his cell, in his space, feels oddly intimate. 

Part of me feels like an intruder after that first step. As though I need to tread lightly because no one should know I’m here. But that’s not really the case, is it?

I fidget with the packaged vile. Jimmy’s name is nearly labelled on it. They’re all meticulously labelled. Every vial for every patient. So, even if I’m not the one doing his shot, Jimmy will receive the crystalloid solution instead of insulin. The wrong vial could kill him. 

He watches me intently. I briefly saw him yesterday for less than five minutes at the crack of dawn, but we couldn’t talk. My office was and still is being shared by two doctors with only a curtain as a divider. Nothing we’d say would be confidential. Today is the first real day since the riot that we’ll be able to talk. Even if it’s for a limited amount of time. 

“How are you?” Jimmy whispers as he towers over me. Looking up into his eyes is mesmerizing. Yet the nagging in my head reminds me of those watching. I grab his arm to pull him deeper into his cell. Here we’re sheltered from everyone but Nelson, who isn’t looking anyway. 

“Tired,” I respond. “Overwhelmed. I haven’t really had time to think about it,” I anxiously rub a hand along the back of my neck. I don’t know how much I can tell him anymore. After Hall’s trip to the infirmary yesterday, part of me wonders what Jimmy all shares with him.  Or if it’s possible he shares details about me in exchange for details about Hall’s life. The logical part of my brain says that would never happen, that Jimmy wouldn’t do that. Yet, I’d be stupid if I didn’t at least consider those possibilities. Because after all, Jimmy is a desperate man. And desperate men are dangerous men. “You?” I ask. 

“Tired. I’m always tired,” Jimmy lowers his voice. “I can’t stop thinking about you” he raises a hand to brush over my bandaged collarbone. Underneath my clothes, the scar is red and still several days away from being fully healed. Part of me wants to disappear into his arms, to be held and comforted again, but I know we can’t. I long to melt into him. I can tell he wants to touch me more because his hands linger above my shirt, but I know he won’t. “These last few nights, all I could think about was if you were okay,”

“I’ll be fine,” I whisper. “Can you take a seat on the bed please?”

Jimmy obeys my request, taking a seat on the neatly folded mattress. He sits with his legs spread and I take the opportunity to stand between his thighs. Our legs brush and I can feel the warmth from his skin pass through our clothes and embrace my outer thighs. 

“Did they catch those fuckers?” Jimmy’s voice is raspy and I can hear the underlying anger in his tone. 

“Sort of,” I hesitate before continuing. “Ralf was charged for stealing the supplies and put into solitary, but Moe wasn’t caught,”

“But you know who they are? Why didn’t you identify them?” I didn’t want to talk about this today but now it’s too late to stop. 

“Because if this goes to court, it doesn’t just draw attention to them, you’ll be brought into it too,” realization dawns on Jimmy’s face. “What you did was technically assault, even if it was to protect me. I don’t know if you’d be charged, but you would definitely be mentioned in the hearing. What happened would be talked about by other convicts, if it hasn’t already. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. But I need you to focus on Hall, okay?” As the words leave my mouth, he breaks eye contact. I don’t think it’s guilt he feels. It’s something else. Something harder to describe. His brows furrow and his eyes search his cell for a nonexistent answer. Jimmy’s hand starts to reach for mine but then he stops and pulls back. My heart clenches. 

“I’m not sorry for what I did,” he says seriously. 

“I’d hope not,” I joke. He looks up at my change of tone to see me smiling down at him. “Now, lift your shirt.”

I’m starting to think Jimmy will never get used to needles. His entire body remains stiff throughout the thirty seconds it takes for me to finish. His breathing is shallow and he refuses to look at my hands. It’s almost cute. 

“Done,” I cap the syringe. “Jimmy, there’s something we have to talk about before I leave,” he looks up. I have his full attention. “Hall came to visit me yesterday,” I watch his reaction carefully. 

“Hall did? Why?” His brows furrowed in confusion and he shifts away from me slightly. 

“He faked an injury because he wanted to see who’s been treating you every morning,” a flash of anger crosses Jimmy’s face but doesn’t stay. He remains quiet, allowing me to continue. “He said you mentioned that I was nice and pretty and he had to see for himself,” I finish with a sigh. 

“I didn’t say those things to him,” Jimmy’s whispering now. Maybe he fears Hall will hear us from his nearby cell. “Well not like you implied. He was asking me what you were like because he hasn’t gone to the doctor since coming here. So I said you were nice, but that’s it.” 

“Has he said anything else about our appointments? Anything at all?” I lower my voice to match his. Jimmy looks to the corner of his cell and I know immediately there’s more. 

“Every once in a while he’ll ask, never in much detail. But he’s asked about what it’s like having diabetes. How often you do my shots. That kind of thing. Once or twice he’s tried to talk about you in more detail but I don’t say much,” he forces a swallow. 

“What did he say?” My tone is more serious than ever, I need to know if Hall’s curiosity is just that or if it’s more.

“He wanted to know if you had kids, you know, stuff like that. If you were married, to which I said I didn’t know and he told me to check for a ring next time,” he pauses to consider his words before continuing. “The day before the riot he started getting more personal. He asked what you smelled like. What shoes you wore. What colour your bra straps are because apparently women send secret messages to men based on the colour of their bra,” Jimmy finally finishes. “But I went into the least amount of detail without it being suspicious. It’d be weird if I outright refused to talk about you with him.”

My stomach drops at the amount of information he just mentioned. Weeks worth of information. Stuff that should’ve been written down and recorded. I can’t believe he didn’t mention this before. 

Despite this, Jimmy’s right. It’d be weird if he refused to talk about me to Hall. Not only that, it would be suspicious. But the fact that Hall has taken a special interest in me, not out of suspicion, but for a more sinister reason, is almost as concerning. 

I sigh. “Okay. Jimmy, in the future you have to tell me this information. Even if you think it’s going to creep me out or that you’re protecting me by not saying anything, I have to know. Okay? Have to.” 

He grabs my empty hand and gently squeezes. “I will. I shouldn’t have kept that from you,”

Any tension I had towards him slips away as the warmth of his hand wraps around my own. His calloused hands are large and gentle. I break eye contact with him to stare at the embrace. I brush my thumb along the top of his fingers as they apply a reassuring pressure to my hand. 

As I stand between Jimmy’s legs, I subconsciously lean forward. He shifts, allowing us to be closer than before. Part of me wishes we were still locked in my office together where there were no prying eyes. I want to relish in the feeling of his arms around me. To linger so close his breath becomes my own.

I allow myself one last moment to memorize the feel of his strong hand.

“We have a lot to talk about once my office is back together,” I murmur.

“Okay,” he whispers. 

I squeeze his hand one last time before pulling away without a look back. My shoes echo along the cement floor as I step out of the cell. Nelson hears my footsteps and takes his cue. Jimmy’s door slides shut and closes with a loud clank. 

As I gather my cart I feel a set of eyes on me. I look back at Jimmy’s cell to find him watching with care. We share a small, risky smile before I quickly look away. However, as I turn away, I notice another set of eyes intently watching our exchange. 

My body stiffens as I lock eyes with Hall. He leans against his cell door, diagonal to Jimmy, twirling his beard between his fingers. My breath catches in my throat as I’m caught off guard. I quickly cover my tracks with a polite smile as I head for the exit. My pace is faster than before and Nelson struggles to keep up. 

Keene and Hall aren’t the only ones watching me leave.

[whenrockwasyoung19]

New Fic Alert!

The New Guy and the New Girl

Jimmy Keene x (adult) Reader 

No real warnings apply. It’s just some cute fluff. Bit of romance, no sex  

Summary: Y/N just started working at the prison as a dentist. You never would’ve thought you’d end up here, but here you are. You’re a bit nervous about this new job, but then you meet someone who seems to make it all better. 

**

You didn’t ask for this job. You didn’t ask for metal detectors, or the occasional drug test, or all the badges, or the constant surveillance. 

But you did ask for something, and you asked the wrong person. 

You left dental college about six months ago with one, simply request: to get a job as a dentist as quickly as possible. As your mother reminds you, again, and again, you’re not getting any younger. “Yes, mom”, you’d say in your head after each undesired reminder, “I went to school a little late.” Four years to be exact, but only because you got a little sidetracked by a guy and Europe and Italian cheeses. But after the divorce papers were signed, you found your way back to reality. 

And once you finally reached the end of school, you could finally scoop up a bit of that American Dream your grandma always talked about. So you applied for jobs. You thought it’d be easy to get a job as a dentist. You don’t know where that notion came from, but it came and stuck with you, until it was forced after you after the eighteenth rejection email. 

But finally, after a couple of months of searching, you got an interview. The brief convo with the hiring manager was, as you expected, pleasant. In the pre-interview, you were, as you’d always intended to be, confident, cool, unwavered. The interviewer was impressed by this ‘unwavering’ quality, as they noted. This also didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you was the location of the interview: The Outer Depths Prison, about 28 miles south of Chicago. 

Somehow, you never saw yourself ending up in a prison, and yet, you found yourself interviewing at one. You went through the usual checks, background checks, fingerprinting, all pretty routine, but they also had to strip search you–that was quite unusual. Though, the CO was quite cute, so you didn’t mind as much. 

The interview, despite being a little shaken up by the strip search, went well. Once again, the interviewer admired your confidence and unshakability. A week later, you showed up for your first day. 

Your first patient was a fairly young guy, about your age. He had dark hair, brushed back, though not totally tamable. For some reason, he always had a few pieces that stuck up or fell in his eyes. As a result, he was always playing with it. He could never quite leave it alone. 

As soon as you saw him, you asked yourself how he got in here. He wasn’t like the other inmates–not that you would know. You’d never met them. But you’d seen prisoners on TV, so you knew the type. This patient was the type. Sure, he had the right build for it. His shoulders were broad, his arms were like two thick tree branches. You had never seen his chest, but you imagine he had abs to match those shoulders. Despite the football player build, there was a certain softness there too. You sensed it before he even spoke. His hazel eyes were the dead giveaway. They weren’t hardened, like the COs you’d met, or the couple of prisoners you’d seen in the distance upon arrival. Not him. There was something vulnerable right behind his eyes. 

You knew he wasn’t like the others the first time he spoke. 

“Hello,” he had said in a gentle voice, “I’m Jimmy.”

“Dr. Y/N, at your service.”

“The guard said to take it easy on you. He said you were new.” Something shifted then, in his voice and in his eyes. There was a certain confidence there. Was it cockiness, or was it charm? You couldn’t tell, but you wanted to keep listening to find out. 

“I am new, but I have worked on patients before, just in a different setting,” You replied. You didn’t tell him that you’d only worked in dental school and not in the real world. 

“S’alright,” he continued, smirking, “I’m new too.” There was something in the way he looked at you. He was still that confident jock that he had eased into, but that softness in his eyes was creeping back in. the two sides of him, soft, gentle soul and cocky jock were sort of melting together. And you wanted to keep listening. 

“When did you arrive?” You asked him. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask that. In fact, you didn’t know what was taboo and what was fair game. 

“Last week,” he answered. The confidence melted away, and you could see the weight that was bearing on him. You briefly wondered what he left behind, a home, maybe a job, possibly a family. “It’s only been about eight days, and with about 700 more to go, it feels like time has totally stopped. I’d like it to move quicker.”

“It will,” you told him. “I went into dental school late, like really late. So when I saw that it’d take four years, I just felt this dread pass over me. I was really going to have to spend another four years in school, another four years not working, living with my parents, and not really moving forward. Okay, bad example, dental school is nothing like prison.”

“You were in purgatory,” he noted, in a surprisingly non-judgemental way, “I can see what you meant.” 

“Well, in that case, I can assure that your sentence will eventually end. The 700 days will come to an end, and you’ll move forward.”

“Like you’re doing,” he noted. 

“Like I’m doing,” you echoed. 

There was a slight pause, as you both seemed to forget why you were here. And then you remembered: dentistry! 

“Sorry, sir, you had a toothache.”

“Uh, yeah, it’s over here…”

It turned out, his tooth was perfectly healthy. He just had some untreated gingivitis, and the inflammation was causing him some pain. He had remained somewhat calm and collected while you checked him over, but in the moments before you announced his diagnosis, you could see how tense he got. So, you happily announced that there was basically nothing wrong, and he’d just need a regular cleaning to sort him out. 

During his cleaning, the two of you continued to chat. You quickly learned that Jimmy was a big baseball fan, but he wasn’t a Cubs fan. Perhaps revealing a bit too much (which you could tell by the way he blushed) he admitted he didn’t like the Cubs out of slight rebellion. His father was a die-hard Cubs fan, so he grew to love the Red Sox, even though he’s only been to Boston once. You told him that you used to be a Cubs fan, but decided to back the Yankees since you wanted to support a winning team. 

After swapping some baseball stats, and fighting over a recent game, your conversation eased into one about TV. Jimmy revealed that he missed TV. 

“Don’t you guys have a TV room,” you’d remarked. 

“Yes, but I’ve never gotten control of the remote. I always end up watching the news, Letterman, or TV Land, and that doesn’t interest me much.”

You ask him about his favorite shows, and he tells you all about his favorite cop shows, like Miami Vice and Hawaii Five O. the irony doesn’t pass him by. 

After pulling away to let him speak, he said. “Not sure if I can watch those shows anymore, now that I know what it’s like to be in the back of a police car.”

You had so many questions for him. You wanted to know what he was in for. It’s minimum security prison (or minimum for short, you learned), so nothing too terrible. Just something illegal and bad enough to get him two years. You also wanted to know why he did whatever it is he did, and what kind of life he led before prison. But you were just his dentist, not his psychologist or his girlfriend, so you didn’t ask. 

You just asked him something you’d always wanted to know. “I now know what it’s like to be inside a prison, but I don’t know what it’s like inside a police car.”

“Shitty,” he answered, as he tried to stew together something more eloquent. Swallowing hard, he continued, “I had to just stew in the knowledge that I had ruined my own life.” he laid back down and opened his mouth. “Sorry, you were in the middle of something, and I’ve been babbling on.”

“No, it’s okay,” I answered. “A little insight into what it’s like in here wouldn’t hurt.”

“I can tell you what it’s like. Hell. just hell. Like, when I say that, I don’t mean in the colloquial sense, just like, hey it’s hell in there. I mean it as a pretty apt metaphor here. It is hell; we’re trapped here, like demons in hell. We’re given shitty food, which I imagine is the case in hell. It’s hot as hell because the air condition has been broken all summer. And you have to constantly worry about pissing off the wrong person, or else your ass is getting beat.” 

He then looked up at me with those vulnerable eyes of his. Once again, he seemed to think he’d said too much. 

“You asked,” he added cheekily. 

“I’m glad I did,” you answered, swallowing hard. “I think I need to know how people in here think; otherwise, I won’t be able to talk to them, to reach them. I’ll just be an outsider to them.”

“You are an outsider,” he remarked, “But in a good way. You don’t want to fit in here. Trust me.”

“I don’t think you do, either.” You surprised yourself with that comment. “I don’t think you’re one of them.”

“I am one of them,” he insists. 

“Okay, fine,” you relent, because you weren’t about to argue with a stranger about things you didn’t fully understand yet. “We aren’t that alike. But we are alike in one way: we’re both trying to get our footing here.”

He nodded then. “I think we’ll find it. I’ve certainly gotten more used to this place. Perhaps you can as well.” 

“Perhaps I can.” 

“Now,” he continues abruptly, “Shouldn’t you finish cleaning my teeth?”

“Right!” 

Eventually, the appointment comes to end once you finish cleaning his teeth. He gives you a smile, a much brighter one, and tells you, “You’re doing awesome. So don’t let this place intimidate you, alright? You’ve got this.”

“So do you.”

None of your other patients could really measure up to Jimmy. Some were nice, some were mean, some were shockingly cowardly (going as far as to cower in the corner), and some were tough enough to withstand the worst novocain shots. But none of them were like Jimmy. Very few were as open to chatting with you as he did. Most of them had real dental problems, so you couldn’t waste time chatting away while you had to drill and fill and extract. And when they did talk, it was always light fodder. Small talk. You’d discuss the lunch menu, the status of the air conditioning, the itchiness of the sheets, and how people were spending their commissary money. But nothing thought-provoking or particularly memorable. These were conversations you’d forget about in a week. But it’d been weeks and you hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Jimmy. 

Then, without much of a warning, Jimmy returned. He just appeared in your office doorway one day. 

“Do you mind having a look at something?” He asked you. You nodded and invited him inside. 

“How have you been?” You asked him. “Have you adjusted okay?” He rocked his head back and forth, and you knew what that meant; he hadn’t adjusted, at least not much. 

“I can’t really sleep,” he noted, scratching the back of his neck. “And I think I’ve been grinding my teeth, which sucks because I’ve really looked after my teeth. Two months in here, and I’m fucking them up.”

“Okay, let me have a look.” 

He nodded, taking a seat in the chair. You took a seat at his side. He was laying down, and you were hovering over him. Your eyes met his, and you thought, for a second, you might melt. He then popped open his mouth, and you remembered that you had to do your job. 

After poking around his mouth for a bit, he asked you, his voice muffled, “How have you been? I meant to ask earlier, but we jumped into this a little fast.” You pulled the tools out so you could have your convo. You couldn’t help but get butterflies as you geared up to talk to him. 

“Alright,” you answered, “I’ve finally gotten my own apartment. It’s in the eastern part of Chicago.” 

“Nice, I used to live in the Northeast…”

You begin swapping stories about the city, exchanging your favorite pizza joints and Greek restaurants. You quickly discover that he's Italian and a bit of a connoisseur of the local Italian restaurant scene. You tell him about the handful of good Iranian food spots in the area. 

“I have to admit,” he replied sheepishly, “I haven’t had it.”

“Most people haven’t,” you replied flatly. “But I can make some recommendations–for when you get out.”

“In one year and ten months,” he noted.

“One year and ten months,” you affirmed, “See, that’s already much shorter than when we met. And does that feel like it was so long ago?”

He raised one apprehensive eyebrow. “Kinda, yeah,” he replied. “Does it feel that way too?”

“I’m not counting the days,” you answered.

“Really?” He sounded surprised, which puzzled you. “You’re not counting the days until you can get a different job, maybe one without a barbed wire fence.” 

“I’ve thought about it, but I don’t know if and when that’ll happen. I’ve spent years of my life reaching towards some far off goal. It’d be nice if I could just stand still, for a bit, you know, just enjoy what I have now.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this is the place to do it.” 

“It isn’t so bad on my end. Once I’m in here, and the doors are shot, and the CO goes outside the door, I feel like I’m in a regular dentistry. And once the patients come, and I start working, it all just feels like dentistry to me. Really, you don’t have to worry about me.” 

He looked at you, really looked at you. You had to know what he was thinking. What did he want to know about you? 

“I’ll try not to worry about you,” he sighed. 

“You worry about me?”

“Course,” he answered with a coy smile. “The loonies that walk through that door. I think about you all the time, asking myself how you’re managing in this place.” “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing.”

He gazes at you. You recognized that gaze. Men have looked at you before. In particular, a man you divorced. 

“So,” you start searching around for your tools, your eyes darting all around your tray. At last, you pick one up. “You wanted to know if you were grinding your teeth.”

“Oh, that,” he said flatly. You catch something in his voice, something off. 

“Yeah, you said you were grinding your teeth. Right?”

“Can I be honest with you?” He said in a soft voice. 

“Of course,” you answered, dropping your gaze. “What do you need?” 

“I’m not grinding my teeth. At least, I don’t think I am. I only said that because,” he paused and sighed. “Oh god this sounds so middle school.”

“What?” You said teasingly. Perhaps you were back in middle school. 

Smirking, he explained, “I lied about my teeth because I wanted to see you.”

You looked up at him with a wide, doe-eyed expression. You tried to shake it off, but you couldn’t stop staring. 

“You wanted to hang out with me?”

He smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Well, I’m glad you stopped by because I have been wondering how you were holding up.”

“You know,” he added coyly, “What if I were to need some more dentistry done.”

“Like what? Your teeth are remarkably perfect.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because it’s not real. It’s just an appointment slot that you’ll leave open for me.”

“How often?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. Once a week?” 

That made you smile a big goofy smile. “Once a week, you and I can just come in, chat for a bit, and I’ll send you on your way.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, just some chatting.”

But as soon as he said that, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew what you were slipping into, but you did nothing to get your footing. You just said, “I want to see you again, and again, and again, and again.”

And that cocky confidence punched its way through the softness, “Likewise.” 

And you melted right then and there, like puddy in the hot sun.

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 '𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲' 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

requested by anonymous

A/N: this man is so delicious I’m obsessed, thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <33

“Come on baby,” you breathe with a smirk against the crook of Jimmy’s neck, “gotta be quick. The boys are coming over soon.” 

Jimmy hums a light chuckle as he pushes into you even harder. You mewl and throw your head back as he rubs your clit faster. He thrusts into you with even more force, setting an incredible fast and deep pace as he fucks you against the wall. He dips his head to start kissing at your neck now.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, “wouldn’t want my friend to catch us like this now would we? Getting to see your naked body as I fuck you in the living room? Seeing that beautiful face of yours as I make you cum? Hmm?” 

You moan at his words, biting your lip.

“Nah,” he chuckles as he kisses back up your jaw until his eyes meet yours, “this view is for me only,” he smirks.

You return his smirk with a small nod.

“You only,” you confirm before pushing your lips against his and kissing him greedily, tongue sliding wetly over his.

He kisses you a moment longer before he murmurs frantically against your mouth.

“Come on honey, need you to cum for me,” he whispers, applying a fraction more pressure to your clit just as his cock pushes up against that spot inside you.

“O-oh fuck, Jimmy,” you mewl as your climax rolls over you, your legs almost going weak from the pleasure.

Jimmy holds you tight, keeping you pinned against the wall with his large frame. 

“Fuck, yeah that’s it baby,” he coos as his own climax washes over him.

His hips still as he pushes impossibly deep inside you, pinning you flush against the wall, as he releases himself into you. The two of stare at each other for a second, heavy breathing mixing, fucked out smiles adorning both your faces.

It’s then that you hear a knock on the door.

“Ha, just in time,” he winks at you with a cocky smirk.

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[wiha-jun]

BLACK BIRD Hand to Mouth

[appletvsource]

Black Bird 1x03 - Hand to mouth

[thelvrsera]

THE GOOD , THE BAD , AND THE CHOSEN — MASTERLIST

a little au! series that pairs jimmy keene x agent!reader , the tails of the good , the bad , and the chosen man — James Keene . This series is inspired by the Emmy nominated Apple TV series Black Bird. This story is based off of the show , some real life events , and most of it is fiction. I will take requests for this series, just add a “♟️” to your request and I will know it’s for the good, the bad, and the chosen

DISCLAIMER : I do not own rights to this show. I do not own rights to the actors who portrayed the people in this show . I do own the rights to my own characters and the events I created in this work of fiction. This series is based off of both fact and fiction.

“Are you sure he’s the man for the job y/l/n? “ McCauley had asked her , she knew y/n and Jimmy had a history , but it was getting closer to Halls court date , they needed to act fast .

“ I’m sure , if there’s one man I know who can get through to anyone , it’s James Keene “ y/n replied , she didn’t know half of what she was getting into , but she knew she had to give these grieving families some kind of release .

taglist : @astralmctive , @stilessbaseballbat , @nuggets-and-french-fries , @sparkydonugh (let me know if you’d like to be added)

INTRODUCTION

explore the life-long relationship between keene + the agent

PLAYLIST (playlist is currently private + unfinished)

music to help you live in the moments

HEADCANNONS

little snippets of the what could have been the perfect fairytale

CHAPTER - LIST

this production is brought to you by thelvrsera on tumblr , first

chapter will be available to read on January 31st , 2024 .

[geo-winchester]

Alright so I'll be requesting 3 times for both Taron, Eggsy and Jimmy lmao so I'm sorry for the spam :)

How about

35. Put your seatbelt on. With Eggsy?

THE COACH

A/N: hi lovely, im so sorry for make you wait! I know I been gone for a while, I promise I’m trying to write as fast as I can but this couple of months have been a roller coster of emotions, so I’m sorry that this took me a while, I also hope that you don’t mind that I used another request for this, I hope that this is what both of you wait for and hope you have a good day/night!🩵

TARON EGERTON MASTERLIST

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When you met Jimmy you never thought you’ll be with someone like him, he was the opposite of what you see on a guy, he was likes to show off everything he has, he always had that smirk on his face every time you always look at him, but somehow you end up falling for his charms, you were there the day he was arrested, you visited him every time you could. That night he asked to see you, you rushed to the place and when you finally saw his face you knew something was off, Jimmy pulled you in his arms. 

-Hey- you said -Are you ok? What’s going on? 

-I… uh Beaumont offered me a deal- you couldn’t help but chuckled

-You can’t thrust him, he offered you a deal and look where are you now- he nodded

-This time he wasn’t alone, he came with some lady from FBI- you were confused -they want me to go to a facility on Springfield and make some psycho talk and they let me walk free…- he wait for your answer but you couldn’t say something -I know I shouldn’t thrust Beaumont, but if I succeed they let me walk free, all the charges would be erased and we can start over again, we could have a nice house, have a dog or a cat, we can maybe have a kid or two…- you just look at him- babe please say something…

-Is it dangerous?- he looks away -Jimmy tell me the truth, is it dangerous?

-yes- he said -it could be dangerous- you look away -but what am I supposed to do? If I stay here and complete the sentence what are the chances that I can have a normal job? That dreamed house and family happen? and…

-And what?

-And I have to give justice to all those little girls, he killed them and they deserved some justice- he said with some tears in his eyes, you took his hands and sighed.

-Just promise me you’ll be careful- he nodded.

You like to say that you barely remember those days but he continues to work for the police, but days like this one you could swear that nothing happened, like you got a normal apple pie life for all those years. You look at Jimmy as he trains your son’s team. He offered to be the coach of the football team so that he can spend more time with his kid. You like to watch the training, every now and then you notice how Jimmy looks at you and wink at you. When they are finally done you walk to them. 

-There are my pretty ladies- Jimmy said, and he kneels to your 2 year old daughter -do you have fun with your momma?- your daughter nods. 

-momma, did you see how fast I ran- your son asked, making you smile. 

-I did, champ, you’re the best one- you said. 

-That’s because he has the best coach- Jimmy said with a smirk. 

-Oh really, you never teach me how to play football.

-You never asked me to do it- he answered -I can teach you, darling. 

-Ok let's do this- you said with a smile and your kids celebrated.

He teaches you the basics, the rules, how to catch the ball, how to throw it back, and after that you spend most of the time running away from him, he always catches you but sometimes you are faster than him, then your kids come along and play with you. It was until you threw yourself on the grass and your kids fell above you when you stopped. 

-You’re done babe?- Jimmy asked you, you nod and you extend your arms.

-I'm tired- you said, he rolled his eyes but he carried you to the car, when he put you down in your seat he made sure to put your seatbelt on and you couldn’t help but smile. 

-What? I don’t want to make sure that my lovely and tired wife is secure in the car- he said, you gave him a quick kiss, when he finally got into the driver seat you noticed that he was watching your kids in the mirror, you took his hand.

-You ok?- he nod.

-Sometimes I feel that this is just a dream and I’m going to wake up in that prison…

-Hey, look at me- you said as you took his cheek -this is real, you kept your promise all those years ago, and i hope you keep it when you got a call again- he nodded as he kissed your hand.

-God, what have I done to have you?

-Asked for my number in the most weird way- you said making him laugh -but you know I love you, right?- he nods.

-And I love you too, Mrs. Keene.

[variety-fangirl]

Hello! Can I request a Jimmy Keene x reader fic where they go on vacation togheter? And it could be smutty too :)

Have a good day!

Romantic Surprise / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: Jimmy decides to surprise you with a two-week vacation to Hawaii for your three-year anniversary.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS smut with plot (unprotected p in v, face fucking m and f, oral m and f, hair pulling, cum showing, spanking, and handjob), swearing, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Hi lovely! Absolutely, of course😁 Thank you so much for requesting, it honestly means the world to me 😘 I hope you like it and it turned out how you wanted! Have a good day also my love! Thank you for reading. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out. Enjoy!

Edit: I am so sorry that it took me so long, I honestly have had the worst writer's block and been so busy lately that I couldn't write anything and I hated it! But I made it longer and tried to get it done as quickly as possible to try and make up for it 😅 I hope you liked it anyways!

Word count: 4k

You had spoken about wanting to go on vacation for a while now, wanting to get away for a while with a change of scenery. Somewhere warm and salty. You and Jimmy hadn't gone away on a vacation together in the three years you'd been dating and you thought it would be a really nice way of making some memories together, so, you'd been asking Jimmy to go away somewhere. He'd said no at the time, that work had been demanding, so you've let it go. Hopeful for a future getaway at some point. You understood how stressful and long his work days could be.

Unbeknownst to you, Jimmy had been planning a trip for weeks as a surprise for your three-year anniversary, wanting to do something special for you. Without you, Jimmy didn't know where he would be, you had brought an air of calmness and love to his life that he'd never experienced. Jimmy would honestly do absolutely anything for you, he was so deeply in love with you. So, if a vacation would make you happy then he would take you to your dream location, Hawaii. He would make it the most beautiful and romantic place that he could possibly find, somewhere amazing.

You were sitting on the couch, two weeks before your anniversary, when Jimmy came home to surprise you. He had a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand and a small white envelope in the other. Your face of surprise and confusion shows as he hands them to you with a large knowing smile on his face, "What's this for?" You question with a joyful nervous laugh as you place them to the side of you so you can give him some love. As Jimmy sits on the couch next to you, you pull him in for a hug, followed by a gentle kiss that has you both savouring the moment, reluctant to pull away. As you do, it's slow and your lips linger close but unfortunately, Jimmy pulls away. He ushers to the envelope, "Open it."

You pick the envelope up, peeling open the back and pull out two tickets from inside. You stare at them for a moment, confused, reading over what they were for. Jimmy watches as a look of realisation registers on your face, "Are you serious?" you question in shock, hand by your mouth. He nods with a huge smile, "Seriously baby, I know how badly you've been wanting to get away somewhere. So what better timing than our anniversary?" Jimmy watches as absolute joy takes over your features, an ecstatic squeal escaping as you throw yourself at him. Jimmy laughs happily as he catches you just in time, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

Jimmy smiled into your shoulder, "Is that a good anniversary gift?" he questioned with a smirk, you nodded aggressively into his shoulder, hugging him tighter. "Amazing, thank you so much." You pull back with a large smile on your face, looking at the tickets once more. Jimmy was so glad you liked them, he had the whole trip planned out with things he knew you would love to do, with in-between days to just relax or at the beach. He catches you frown for a moment, panic building within. "What's wrong?" he asks nervously, hoping nothing was wrong. You turn to him with a pout, "How am I supposed to top that present?" you wonder sadly, and Jimmy just laughs, shaking his head.

The two weeks leading up to your anniversary were hell, the days went by so slowly and felt elongated. Jimmy could see the pent-up excitement and impatience building with each day that passed, he just kept laughing at you. When the three-day before mark came up, you were bouncing with joy and couldn't wait to pack. You were meticulous in your packing, making sure he had enough outfit choices and options, and all the necessities that you didn't need to use over the next few days. Jimmy just sat on the bed shirtless, ready for bed and watched you with a smile. He was happy that you were happy, that was enough for him.

On the day of, you had a checklist, making sure you both had everything you needed. Everything was packed, Jimmy made sure, he didn't want anything to go wrong. He wanted this trip to be perfect for you because that was what you deserved, nothing short of perfection. You both made your way to the airport, bags in hand and ready to enjoy the 8-hour flight in first class. You had complimentary snacks and drinks, private seats for you and Jimmy, and an amazing view that took your breath away. You had also taken a 3-hour nap cuddled up to your boyfriend.

-

When you arrived in Kapalua, you immediately fell in love. It was warm and sunny, and the scenery was to die for. Everyone you spoke to for directions to your hotel was just lovely and incredibly helpful, everything just felt amazing. Even the route to your hotel, which was right by the beach, took your breath away with its beauty. You marvelled at everything that passed by, not able to take your eyes away for even a second, in case you missed anything. It was everything you imagined it would be and more, you were not disappointed. Jimmy of course paid for a 5-star hotel, wanting only the best for you. It had cost him way more but seeing the look on your face as you pulled up to the hotel made it all worth it.

Jimmy mentioned having some surprises planned over the next few days, things that he knew you would love and things he would enjoy also, you felt incredibly excited about what they may be. Any time you asked for a hint about even just one of the plans, he would just smile knowingly and shake his head refusing. You felt bad because you didn't have a hand in anything planned for your anniversary, Jimmy had done and thought of everything. What mattered most to you was that Jimmy also enjoyed himself, you didn't want everything to be about you, it was both of your anniversary.

Everything about the place was grandeur, lavish with white marble and gold accents. The place was huge, people were everywhere and busy, but it didn't feel stressful like it normally did at hotels. It blew every expectation you'd had, it made the excitement run wild within you. Jimmy laughed as he had to pull you along with him wherever he went because you were too busy looking at everything around you like a child on Christmas.

Even the typically boring trip from the lobby to your room was exciting, finally being able to unpack your belongings and explore where you would be staying for the next two weeks. Your room was open and large, it had a modern sleek look to it. You couldn't believe how much space and rooms there were in here, you felt like royalty and it was a nice feeling just this once to have. Your personal favourite room, other than the bedroom, was the bathroom. It was massive with an open walk-in two-person shower and a huge tub that could fit you both easily, everything was pristine white and clean.

"You really have spoiled me," you mention appreciatively as you make your way to the balcony, stepping out to marvel at the gorgeous view of the beach from your room, it was breathtaking. You couldn't believe you were here and for your anniversary no less. You always felt bad that you couldn't repay Jimmy with lavish gifts and fancy trips in return, not that he was complaining about the sexual favours but you wished you could do more to show him how appreciative you felt for all he did and continued to do for you. He treated you like a queen, constantly, even down to the littlest of things. Like buying you your favourite coffee in the mornings because he knew you weren't a morning person, it was always the little things that made you love him more (if that were even possible).

You couldn't wait to spend most of your time down by the beach, laying on a lounging chair with a cocktail and a book in hand as you bask in the warmth of the sun on your skin. Plus, the bonus is getting to ogle at your gorgeous shirtless boyfriend for hours while he tans and sweats, in the best possible way. You were also excited about trying different foods and exploring what was around, just enjoying yourselves and making wonderful memories with the man you love.

-

Four days into your vacation, you and Jimmy went out for a special date night. What was special about it? You had no idea, Jimmy just told you to dress up extra nicely and to be ready for 6 PM. So you spent some time showering, deciding on the perfect outfit, and applying some makeup. You also decided to put one of your sexiest lingerie sets on, it gave you a little extra confidence and made you feel all the more beautiful for your date.

It was all worth it to see the look on Jimmy's face when you stepped out of the bathroom all dressed up, "Wow... baby, you look stunning." Jimmy complimented in awe as he stood up and walked towards you, the biggest smile on his face. You took a moment to appreciate how your boyfriend looked also, a black and white suit with two buttons undone on the dress shirt, he looked divine. "Thank you, so do you." You could feel your cheeks warm as Jimmy placed a gentle and loving kiss on your cheek, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you into his front, his hand caressing your butt. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, "You ready?" he asks happily, and you nod.

The restaurant was magical, the sun was setting slowly in the background which shone through the multiple long glass windows all around you, the orange and pink hues dancing across surfaces and people's skin. Fairy lights decorated the ceilings and walls, and candles were lit in the centre of each table, along with flowers. You were seated at a table by the window, it was fairly busy here so you were thankful you even managed to get a table. Thankfully, Jimmy had booked ahead beforehand. His keen (no pun intended lol) organisational skills were something you loved about him, he always thought two steps ahead.

The vibe was incredibly romantic, you were one of many couples that were enjoying themselves in their own little happy bubbles. The aura was infectious, everyone around you seemed loving and affectionate. You were so happy that you got two weeks of Jimmy all to yourself, which had already mostly consisted of alcohol, relaxing, and sex. Things were honestly perfect and you couldn't wait to keep doing it.

You and Jimmy put your drink and food orders in before excusing yourself to go to the toilet, taking your time to touch up your makeup and spray a little extra perfume. Even the bathroom was fancy with little hand towels and toiletries for emergencies on the corner of the sink, you could stay in there all night, it was that nice. You were also thankful that it smelt nice in there, like flowers and honey, it was lovely. When you finally returned to the table Jimmy had the biggest "I've done something" look on his face, the smile taking over his face. He was trying to be smooth about it but was failing terribly, you glare at him jokingly. "What have you done?" you ask suspiciously, knowing he's done something.

"Me? I am an innocent man sitting at his table simply waiting for his food and beautiful girlfriend to return." He winked, feigning innocence as he picked up your hand and brought it closer to him. "And now that you have," Jimmy places a kiss against your knuckles, "hello gorgeous." You roll your eyes but feel your cheeks warm, a smile appearing. "You can't fool me with your charm, sir." You tease playfully, stroking Jimmy's smooth chin lovingly. Jimmy places gentle kisses against your fingers as he strokes your arm closest to him.

After you both finish your food, which was absolutely delicious, you decide to share a dessert. You were waiting no longer than fifteen minutes before your dessert was brought out, you both decided on a fruit and chocolate waffle. When the plate was placed directly in front of you, you were shocked because right there under the waffle was writing. 'Will you marry me?' with an absolutely gorgeous and large diamond ring. Your jaw drops open as you turn to face Jimmy who is staring at you nervously but with a smile nonetheless. Tears begin to fill your eyes, "Are you serious?" you question emotionally.

Jimmy nods and says your full name as he stands up and gets down on one knee, "You are the most amazing, beautiful, kind, and thoughtful person I have ever met. You have stood by me through thick and thin, been by my side no matter what and haven't judged me for who I am. There is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you, so, will you marry me?" The tears are pouring down your face at this point, unable to contain all the emotions flowing through you. You nod, watching as Jimmy picks up the ring and grabs your hand, sliding it onto your ring finger. You immediately stand with him, pulling his body into yours as people around you clap and cheer happily for you both.

The restaurant gives you a bottle of champagne on the house for your engagement, congratulating you on the happy occasion. You and Jimmy stay at the restaurant for another two hours happily drinking your bottle of bubbly, just enjoying one another's company and the special occasion. You were now an engaged woman, the thought made you smile to yourself, everything was perfect.

-

As soon as you both walk through the door of your hotel room, you are on each other. Your mouths collide in a flurry, an intense need to show how much you love one another. You both make quick work to remove your shoes and walk towards the bed slowly, your mouths still attached and not looking where you are going. This resulted in you and Jimmy falling onto the mattress with a small squeal of surprise, you both ended up laughing with your foreheads pressed together lovingly. You slid your hand around the back of Jimmy's neck and pulled his lips back to yours, winding your fingers through his hair and pulling gently, earning you a deep groan of approval.

Your hands slowly drag down his neck to his chest, undoing his buttons as you work your way down. You push the shirt off his shoulders, feeling Jimmy shrug the fabric onto the floor. You hum in approval, as you always do when your fingers trace over his abs and muscular shoulders, appreciating how well he took care of his body. Your fingers then move to quickly remove Jimmy's trousers and boxers, not wanting to waste any more time with clothing. You wanted to feel his naked skin against yours, to be as close as possible to the man you loved more than anything.

Once Jimmy pushed the remaining clothing onto the floor, your fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly began to move. Jimmy groaned deeply into your mouth, making you smile devilishly, you always loved the noises he made. There was nothing sexier than a man who made noises in bed, the more vocal the better. He pulled away from your mouth just slightly, "Jesus baby." He groaned once more as you bit his bottom lip gently. Your lips moved from his lips to his jaw and down to his neck, you kissed and sucked the skin, occasionally licking a pulse point that you came in contact with. At some point, Jimmy had begun to lightly fuck himself into your hand, he was a groaning and panting mess above you.

"Lie down for me," you whispered seductively into his ear, releasing his cock. He growled unhappily but did as you said, taking up the spot you had been. You kneel between his legs and once again take his cock into your hand, he was impossibly hard and the tip was red, leaking precum ready for you. You wrap your lips around the head slowly, licking up the precum and then working as much of him as you could into your mouth. "Oh fucking hell!" Jimmy moaned, head thrown back in pleasure. You moan, loving the taste of him on your tongue. You placed your hands onto his thighs for stability and begin to bob your head up and down on his cock, you wanted to worship him.

Jimmy's hand makes its way down to your head and wraps his fingers around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. He uses that hand to help make you move slightly quicker, whilst the other holds your cheek lovingly. You knew he was getting close when the noises he made started to get louder and his legs began to shake, so you let him do with you as he pleased. His hips thrust up and his hands pulled your head down to meet, pushing his cock deeper down your throat, you gagged a few times but were fine. Tears rolled down your cheeks and saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth, but all you did was moan happily, loving the way you used your mouth to gain his pleasure.

The vibrations added extra stimulation and pushed him over the edge, Jimmy came with a loud cry. His cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow some but you kept some in your mouth even after he pulled out. His finger traced your lips before pulling down your bottom lip so you could show him, "Good girl." You then swallowed. Jimmy pulled you on top of him, straddling his waist, and undressed you until you were naked.

He smacked your ass and then flipped you over onto your back, his lips working down to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around your left nipple, his tongue gently swiping over the sensitive bud, making you gasp. He licked and sucked until you were panting, and then did the same to the other one. His lips then travelled down to your pussy where he licked a long stripe down from your clit to your opening, a gasped cry escaping at the wonderful feeling of finally being touched where you needed him most. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and opened you up, his tongue immediately attached to your clit.

His hands gripped at your ass and hips, needing the skin like a lifeline. He moaned as he tasted your arousal increasing, you were already wet from Jimmy fucking your mouth. His tongue licked and suckled at your clit like it was a lollipop, his face buried deep into your pussy. You both loved more than anything to go down on each other, it was your favourite things to do. You could feel yourself getting close, it never took long or much with Jimmy, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. Your fingers worked into his hair, keeping him exactly where he was, "oh fuck, im gonna-" you scream as your orgasm hits you, your back arching off the bed as your hips fuck against Jimmy's face to maximise the feeling and length of your orgasm. And Jimmy happily complies, licking up all that you give him.

You pulled Jimmy up to you, attaching your mouth to his and tasting your own juices on his lips and tongue. Your legs wrapped around Jimmy's waist, pulling him to you, needing him to fuck you. Jimmy pumps himself a few times and then lines himself up with your entrance, looking for permission. You nod and both gasp as he enters you slowly, not stopping until he is all the way in you. You feel full and stretched but in a good way, loving the feeling of him inside of you. After a few moments, you give Jimmy the go-ahead to move, gasping as you feel him move slowly to begin with. He set a slow but precise rhythm, he was meticulous about hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

He had you a panting mess within minutes, your clit being stimulated by his pelvis also, building a steady knot in your stomach. Your nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace just slightly, "That's it, come for me baby." he cooed into your neck, placing gentle kisses on your damp skin. Your breathing picks up, breathy pants escaping as you feel the knot ready to burst. Your back arches, eyes roll into the back of your head and you're done for. You scream Jimmy's name as he fucks you through it, not letting up for even a second, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he could. He stops for a moment, letting you catch your breath and come down from your high.

Jimmy pulls out and turns you over, directing you where he wants you. You giggle as you struggle to manoeuvre onto your knees, your body still feels like jelly. Jimmy then lines up with you again and in one thrust, is fully inside you. You both moan loudly, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before. Jimmy doesn't hold back this time, pounding into you relentlessly. You're a loud, screaming mess within seconds, "fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" you chant with your mouth open. You're unable to keep quiet, not that it matters because the sound of skin slapping and the bed hitting the wall was lewd and sinful. "Fuck baby you feel so good." Jimmy groans, slapping your ass twice.

You're so wet, your juices dripping down your thighs and no doubt onto the bedding but you couldn't find it in you to care. Jimmy's hand grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled your head back slightly, enough so that he could kiss you over your shoulder whilst still, somehow, pounding your pussy perfectly. "Fuck baby I'm close." Jimmy moans, his thrusts not stopping, only picking up. A few more thrusts and he's coming deep inside of you, counting your walls in his seed perfectly. Jimmy collapses onto your back, trying his best to hold up as much of his weight as he can to not crush you. You moan as you feel him twitch one last time inside of you but does not pull out yet.

You think he's finished but he only catches his breath for a moment and then sits back up, slowly fucking his cum back up inside you. You gasp, over-stimulated but loving it regardless. Jimmy then finally pulls out, running to the bathroom to grab you a warm washcloth and then returns, he as tentatively as possible cleans you. And when he's done, he places gentle kisses on your stomach and thighs, placing one on your pussy and then tucks you into bed. He leaves for the bathroom and then returns a few minutes later, still gloriously naked and gets in beside you. "I love you," you whisper as you snuggle into him, already feeling tiredness take over you. Jimmy places a kiss on your forehead, "I love you too." and then you fall asleep.

You spend the rest of the next day down the beach after another early morning bedroom activity, although this time, Jimmy is a lot more gentle and slow. Wanting it to last as long as possible. And whilst on the beach, you sunbathe with your smiling fiance next to you and your huge diamond ring glittering beautifully in the sun. Life could not get better for you both.