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veeloopz · 5 months
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Me when ideas at 3am
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supaspidey · 11 months
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most underrated actor of this gen
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gritpyre · 1 year
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Kicking off the new year with these two found family dummies 💖
Taron belongs to @for-the-love-of-angst Alma is mine
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Bathtime Bliss
A/N: Long time no write!! Tonight a little bit of inspo hit me and I wound up writing 500 words of a little blurb so here you go! I hope you enjoy it.
Every candle that you could find in the cabin surrounded the bath. You’d balanced them on the sink, on the little ledge at the side of the bath behind the taps, on the windowsill, and a few were dotted on the floor. Despite the bitter cold of the outside air that was slowly seeping in through the cracks in the window frame, the bathroom was warm, steam rising from the bathtub that you were submerged in. 
You sat at one end of the bath with your legs rested against Taron’s thighs, watching him with a playful smile that he mirrored. His hands reached forward so that he could run his fingers over the skin of your calves. Your lungs filled with air and you let your eyes flutter closed slightly. It was the first time in a while that you felt truly content. 
‘Do you think we ought to do something tomorrow?’ Taron asked. ‘We’ve been here two days and we haven’t left the cabin once.’ 
You took a sip of your wine and let the liquid burn your throat slightly. ‘Why would we leave the cabin and go out into the cold, wet snow when we have such a soft, warm bed here?’ You asked in response, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. ‘And we have been doing things. Lots of things. Fun thing.’ 
Taron jokingly shook his head at you, his smile growing just a little. He squeezed your leg lovingly before shifting his body in the water to get comfortable again. The water flowed around you, rippling around your body and heating up the areas of your skin that hadn’t been submerged in the hot water for a while. The bubbles that hadn’t popped while you’d spent over an hour in the bath were lapping at your skin. They tickled slightly and you smiled at the different feel. 
‘I’ve enjoyed the things that we’ve been doing here,’ he whispered, using his strength to push himself forward so that he was closer to you. He hooked your legs around his waist and pulled you into his lap while he ran his hands over the expanse of your back. ‘But town is pretty. There are cute cafés and shops. And there are bookshops too, apparently.’ 
‘Breakfast in a café does sound nice,’ you said.
‘So tomorrow we wake up and put on every single layer that we can and we go out for breakfast. And then after breakfast we walk around town and go shopping. Maybe we wind up in a pub for lunch. Maybe we make our way back here and camp in front of the fire to stop ourselves from getting frostbite.’ 
You chuckled gently. ‘That sounds like a good day to me.’ 
‘I love you,’ he whispered, ‘and right now, as much as this bath is very romantic and I love just being in here with you…I-’ 
‘Me too,’ you laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and holding him steady before pressing your lips against his tightly. 
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ascendantking · 1 month
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;; The Royal Roast
Pairing: Jaron/Tobias, Amarinda of Bultain/Imogen Words: 1045 Chapter: 1/? Summary: A modern college au set in a coffee shop between two rival universities. While the Carthyan Patriots and the Avenian Dragons clash, a quiet courtship begins between Tobias, an overworked med student, and Jaron, a young entrepreneur with a penchant for trouble.
Baggy eyes and a hunched back marked the man who came in every morning like clockwork, stealing a table hidden away in the recesses of the cafe–barely lit by the only window that wasn’t taking it upon itself to blind the patrons at this hour. His order was always the same: a coffee with way too many shots of espresso, a cream cheese bagel, and, if he was feeling daring, an eclair that they had to assume he took with him to whatever classes were breaking his back because he definitely didn’t touch it when he was here.
The red eye staff had their bets placed on if he actually ate it after it had, inevitably, been squished in his bag or if he only ordered it to prove to himself that he could order something else. Most of them were leaning towards the latter, of course, with the way he stumbled through his words whenever he did decide to vary it.
But Jaron had thrown his hat in the ring on another, more far-fetched idea–one Imogen and Roden hadn’t cared for much at all. He was of the notion that since he had happened to be the only one to convince him to try something different then it was only logical to assume that he liked him. 
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Right. That’s what this was. Imogen couldn’t let this fantasy go on any longer as she rolled her eyes. “Or you make him nervous.”
“Because he likes me,” Jaron insisted as he emphasized his teasing with a smolder.
”Or, get this,” she said, smiling as she shook her hands in front of herself, her grin immediately falling, “he may not like being put on the spot.”
Jaron laughed, stacking the cups off to the side. “I dunno, I think you’re just jealous that–” Imogen cocked her hip, putting her hand on her side, snorting herself. “Sure. If that’s the rabbit you want to chase today, just make sure it doesn’t get in the way of your job. Why don’t you help organize the back once you’re done there?”
“You don’t want my pretty face up front today?”
Imogen tilted her head at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. “Are you asking me if I want customers today?” She paused, putting a finger on her lip. “Hm.” She let a moment pass as if her question held any of the significance that warranted such a lengthy pause. “You know, Jaron,” she said, nodding slowly, “you should be up front. Give the door your best smile.”
He snorted, waving her off. “It’s like you have no faith in me.”
“Is it that obvious?” Imogen asked with a grin. She nudged him as she passed. “Just make sure you’re ready to go. We open in five.”
Jaron rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. It can’t be any worse than yesterday, can it?”
Imogen stopped abruptly. Her eyes flicked back to him with faux seriousness. “Do you like testing god?”
“When it suits me,” he said with a wink. Imogen took in a breath, shaking her head as she finished cleaning off one of the machines on the back wall. Jaron leaned down on the counter, crossing his legs behind him as he watched the streets slowly come to life, cars lazily drifting by as the street lights went off one by one, each one taking a bow as the morning sun took its rightful place on stage.
“Do you think he’ll be here today?” he asked barely above a whisper.
Imogen looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you’re the one that likes him. Careful, wouldn’t want people thinking you can catch feelings.” She held her nose as if the concept itself stunk before snickering to herself. 
Jaron snorted, looking back out towards the door, a slight tinge of red on his face. Sure, maybe he wanted to get to know the guy, but that was all it was. He let out a sigh, pushing himself up off the counter to flip the sign to Open. He wasn’t one to pine over someone, he thought to himself as he peeked his head out to look down the sidewalk. No sign of him–oh, no, he meant anyone yet, yeah.
He closed the door again, brushing off his hands before he cracked them in front of himself. “Time to get down to business,” Jaron said to no one in particular as he hopped the counter.
Just because he had noticed that Tobias had come in almost every day for the past two weeks since he started working these early shifts meant nothing. He had a unique look to him! Wiry and tall, with perceptively kind eyes, as if he could read someone like a book but without even a crease or dog-ear on the pages as he went through their life story. It seemed silly now, Jaron realized, comparing him to an old librarian type when Jaron was the one attempting to judge a book by a cover himself. 
But he just couldn’t help it! Tobias carried himself like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders–like if he stopped for one minute, it would all collapse in a messy heap at his feet. Jaron sighed, furrowing his brows as he leaned against the counter again. It wasn’t fair for a man to carry the world alone–what a lonely thing that was, the heaviness of a responsibility only one man knows. If only he could do something to help–then maybe Tobias’ face might not wrinkle up as much as it did in the few moments Jaron saw of him a day. Jaron stood back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh–maybe he’d get him that eclair for free today. Sure, it wasn’t much, but sometimes even little things could make a big deal, even if they seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
A nervous energy ate at him as he rocked back and forth on his heels. God, he hoped he came in today–maybe they could say more than just the usual pleasantries, maybe he could even get a how’s the weather out there started.
A guy could dream, couldn’t he?
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soob1nn · 4 months
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MY LOVE INTEREST - ADULT ACTRESS FAME DR
REMINDER! I haven’t shifted yet, so all these is just my imagination 🤍
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Ah, the person who holds my heart's key – my love interest. They're the protagonist of the captivating story that is my life. Every time our eyes meet, it's as if the pages of a romantic novel come to life, painting my world with vivid emotions, suspense, and a hint of enchantment. Waiting for their messages is like unwrapping a sweet surprise, and their mere presence infuses my world with the comforting warmth of affection. They're the composer of the symphony that makes my heart dance to the joyful rhythm of love.
TARON EGERTON
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Taron Egerton and I crossed paths during a time of transition in my life. I had just wrapped up filming "Top Gun: Maverick" and returned to my home in LA, seeking a fresh start.
Our meeting was a result of my father's influence. In March 2022, Taron was invited to a family dinner at my parents' home in LA. He happened to be in the city due to the shooting of a TV show. After that initial meeting, we began chatting via Instagram, and a connection slowly started to take shape.
I confided in Taron that I wasn't ready for a new relationship, and to my surprise, he was patient and understanding. Over the course of a couple of months, he managed to change my mind, and by July 2022, we officially started dating.
Despite wrapping up his TV show in June, Taron chose to stay in LA for me. He rented a house for a few months before making a big step by moving in with me in October 2022. It was a significant milestone in our relationship.
Notably, my father Hugh had mixed feelings about our relationship at first, but with time, he came to love and support us (he didn’t had another option)
Taron's interests included playing the piano and enjoying the serenity of the beach. He had a deep passion for food, particularly Chinese cuisine. Together, we bonded over building Legos and cooking, with a special fondness for Star Wars Legos. He was, in many ways, a 32-year-old geek at heart, and I adored him for it.
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taronismysugerdaddy · 7 months
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Yes master❤️‍🔥
Jimmyxreader. 2136 words
Jimmy stands at the bedroom door and stares at you with an angry look on his face
The way he looks at me tells me I've displeased him in some way. But what? All kinds of different possibilities rush through my mind as I try to find out exactly what I've done. His stern look when I was about to turn stops me, and I stay rooted to the spot as you close in on me. I swallow when he stops just inches away.
"I can see the wheels spinning inside your pretty head. Have you figured out why I'm not pleased with you?" I look down at my toes and take a deep breath.
"No, master. I'm so sorry." I hate to disappoint him, but I can't lie to him either. His sigh brushed over my forehead, and he tilted my head upwards till our eyes met. I can see affection cross his face before it gets replaced by an intensity that makes me shiver in delight.
"Then let me remind you." His hand under my chin won't let me look anywhere else than at him. "In the bar earlier tonight, what happened?" My eyes widen when I realise what his talking about. I had no idea he would even see it in the crowded room, and I swallow.
"A man... kissed me... when I came out from the ladies' room." He can barely hear my whisper, but it was loud enough. His grip on my chin tightens slightly when I try to avert my eyes, so I quickly meet his eyes again.
"That is correct, and what did you do?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Nothing." I whisper. The growl in his throat was sexy, yet I know it's a warning.
"And why, little girl, did you do nothing?"
"I was too surprised, master. And when I realised what was happening, it was over." It's the truth, but I know it's not going to calm him that easily. He growled again.
"Look at me." The note in his voice makes my eyes snap open, and I take a quick breath when I see the intensity in his eyes. "Get undressed and stand with your back against the wall." I blink for a few seconds before I quickly do as he asked me to. I can already feel the arousal spreading through my limbs. I watch him cross the room to the locked cupboard where he keeps our special toys. He rummage through it for a little while before coming back with leather cuffs, a leather belt, and something that looks like a strap-on of some sort. He puts everything but the cuffs down on a nearby table before coming to stand before me. I don't have to hear the order before I offer my wrists to him, and he secures each cuff firmly around my wrists. Then I lift my arms over my head so he can attach them to the bolts in the wall. I can already feel the wetness drenching my sex. He places a chaste kiss on my forehead and place one hand over my pussy and the other on my hip, pushing me against the cold wall. His fingers slide easily through my wetness before he push two fingers inside, making me gasp in pleasure. His mouth at my ear, jimmy tugs my earlobe between his teeth.
"Who is your master?" With the words jimmy push his fingers hard inside me.
"You." I moan and move my hips against his hand, eager for more. With his free hand on my hip he pushes me back against the wall again, hard.
"That's right. You belong to me. Who's allowed to touch what's mine?" His teeth tug at the sensible skin at my throat and the warm breath from his mouth brushes over my neck.
"Only you, master. Others needs your permission." The hum of approval he lets out is vibrating through his throat and I let out a pleased sigh. He straighten up and curl one hand in the hair at my neck and pull my face up to his, still his fingers are impaling me, slowly moving in and out in my wet channel.
"That's right. Mine." Then his mouth crashes down on mine, and he reclaims my mouth in a passionate kiss, which gets more possessive for each second. He suck my tongue and bite my lip, before thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I suck it greedily. There's nothing gentle about it, I know he erasing all my memories of other men touching what's his. And I love every second of it. Suddenly he pull away, leaving me gasping for air, and pulls his fingers out of my aching pussy. I watch as he greedily lick his fingers clean and murmurs "mine". I love it when he get possessive, it makes me feel special. His wicked grin as he turn against the table with toys sends tingling shivers through my body. I can't wait to see what he has got in mind for me. When he turns back to me, he is holding the strap-on thing in his hand, and lube in the other one. I frown and about to say you don't need the lube, but then I see the fairly big butt plug attached to the strap-on. My eyes dart from the plug to his eyes.
"It's soon time to claim your ass, but for now, this will be a nice little invasion, don't you think?" I snort mentally when he holds the plug small , but the heat waves rolling through me and sending more of my juices to my wet core is enough for us both.
"You want it, don't you? You want this little bad boy to fill up your tight ass." I nod, my eyes fixed on it as he steps closer.
"Say it. Tell me what you want." The command in his voice makes me squirm in delight.
"I want it in my ass, master. Please, please let me have it, master." My voice is hoarse and pleading, filled with desire. He reaches over my head and unhooks one of my wrists.
"Turn around." I quickly do so, and then he grabs my wrist and refastens it to the wall. his hand then slides down my arm, over my shoulder and down my spine to my ass, making me shiver. One hard, fast slap against my ass makes me yelp in surprise and bump into the wall. The sting quickly dissolves into heat and mixes with the desire flooding my body. I can feel Jimmy's lips on my shoulder and the heat radiating off his body against my naked skin where he stands right behind me. The breath against my cheek before his gruff voice hands me another command.
"Spread your legs, and push your butt out. Wider, wider. That's it." his hand gently caress my butt and thighs before I suddenly feel cold lube drip down my ass crack. I gasp at the cold sensation, then moan when he Spreds it along my crack before focusing It in my tight little hole. I moan when he teasingly push his thumb barely inside, then pull it out again a few times. his hands disappear for a moment before he slides one hand around my waist, settling his hand firmly on my lower abdomen. Then I feel the cold lubed plug against my hole and instantly brace myself against the invasion.
"Breathe and relax your limbs, sweetheart. It'll make it easier." With a sharp inhale I slowly do as he says, and feel the pressure against my hole increase before it starts to slide in. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, and feel it slide deeper and deeper, stretch me wider, wider, and then his palm connects with my skin. Quickly he fasten the strap-on in place and I'm struggling to adjust to the sudden fullness in my butt. It's oddly wonderful, and I can feel myself getting wetter again. I tryingly squeeze my muscles around the plug and moan as the pleasure shoots through my body. he unhook my wrist again and commands me back in my original position. I hesitate to move, afraid I'll melt to a puddle of sensations at his feet, but his stern voice makes me obey and small moans escape me with every move I have to do.
I lift my arm over my head once my back is against the wall again, and Jimmy clicks his tongue in approval. Instead of securing my wrist right over my head with the other one, he makes me move slightly so he can fasten it in the second hook. My arms now spread to the side above my head cause my breasts to perk out at him with erect nipples, begging for his attention. Jimmy ignores them however, coming closer till he is pressed against the whole length of my body. The texture of his clothes rubbing against my hot, sensitive skin is making me squirm, and I rub myself against him as best I can. I love how vulnerable I am. It heightens my arousal even more. Then he smiles wickedly as he lets his hands roam over me, followed by his hot, wet mouth. Every nook and cranny on my body gets explored and every time he hits a sweet spot I moan loudly as I automatically flex around the plug in my butt, heightening the pleasure. I want he's mouth on my pussy, the only spot besides my breasts he's neglected.
"Master, please, I want you so bad." My voice is so hoarse of desire I don't recognise it. Jimmy smile against my thigh.
"Where do you want me?"
"On my pussy, master. Please." his teeth tug roughly at my skin before he rises to his full length in front of me.
"No." he swiftly removed his shirt before starting at his trousers. I follow his moves hungrily and lick my lips when he is wonderfully naked in of me . he grabs the base of my neck and pulls my face till our noses nearly touch. "You have not earned my tongue on your dripping wet pussy, you let another man's lips touch your skin. Even though it wasn't intentional, I have to remind you who you belong to." his free hand cups my pussy tight. "Who is your master?"
"You." I gasp.
"Who do you belong to?" Jimmy Let's one finger slide between my puffy lips, drawing a deep moan from me.
"You, master."
"Good girl, now, who owns your pleasure?" his lips brushes mine as he speaks.
"You, master." I whisper hoarsely. He smiles, pleased with my responses.
"And what does that mean?"
"I can't cum without your permission, master." I swallow. My body feels like it's going to burn up and I already feel on edge.
"Very good." He places his hands on my thighs and shoves me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and moan when the plug feels like it's getting deeper in this position. I didn't get time to blink before he slammed his cock inside my soaking channel, hitting bottom in one stroke. Gasping for air I fight against the orgasm that wants to wreck my body. Too soon, it's too soon. But the combination of the plug and you filling me up simultaneously is more than I can take. It takes all my focus to push back the climax when he start thrusting and rotating his hips. he Shows no mercy as he fucks me hard and deep, and the pleasure is driving me insane. I need to cum soon, or else I'm afraid I'll pass out from the intensity. Jimmy's powerful thrusts are increasing in speed and ferocity and I can barely breathe, the pleasure is so intense.
"Cum for me now." His words are all it takes for me to crash into the climax and I shout his name as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure tears me apart and leaves me sobbing in ecstasy in Jimmys arms. he growl into my neck seconds before I feel the first shot of his cum against my still convulsing vaginal walls, followed by the rest of his cum. Filling me up and mixing with my juices. When we both are able to breathe again, he unhooks me from the wall and we slide utterly spent down on the floor, he pulls me up in to his lap and puts his arms around me, holding me tight.
"Mine, and don't you ever forget it." his hoarse voice wraps around me and I snuggle closer, wrapping my arms around Jimmys waist.
"I'm yours, and yours alone, master. I desire nothing else."
"good girl"
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tiny-taron · 1 year
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taron egerton photographed by jamie bruce at the golden globes afterparty
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Hello lovely,
I would like to request an imagine with Jimmy. Something similar to that one scene in the first episode in the restaurant but before the smutty part comes they are somewhere on the balcony with a glass of wine and talking about constellations and watching the Perseids. And after some time spent together on the balcony they end up in his house in bed where he makes sure to take care of her 😽. Thanks!
PS.Make it as smutty as you wish
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Note: Hi lovely, thank you so much for your request. I want to apologize for this taking so long. Truth be told, I had a hard time with the smut so I added only a little bit but I can assure you that there is some juicy Jimmy Keene smut to come so please know that I'm not jipping you, I just had a hard time coming up with good smut.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this imagine and if you have any questions, comment or concerns, please feel free to contact me.
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Chewing her lip nervously, y/n had no idea why she’d even agreed to go on a date with her sister’s former high school crush and big shot, Jimmy Keene. She had always viewed him as cocky, big headed and extremely egotistical. It made her stomach churn if she was being completely honest.
When she had run into him at some sort of gathering her ‘friend’ Samantha was hosting and he approached her with that stupid smug smirk on his face, she knew he wanted something. It was the same look he had given her when he begged her to do his homework for him so he could go off and bang Courtney and her band of blonde headed goobers.
She so badly wanted to roll her eyes and turn in the other direction but when Samantha walked up to them and practically agreed for her and then walked off as though she was wanting to play matchmaker, y/n gave Jimmy the biggest unenthusiastic smile she could muster and if he was being honest, her unenthusiasm did something to stir his insides. He liked her and knew he had to have her.
Unfortunately for her, y/n was a people pleaser and even though she had a deep-rooted grudge against the man in front of her, she confirmed Samantha’s words and earned herself a sleezy wink and cringy hand on the arm. Yup, she needed a hot shower where she could scrub the gross feeling away.
She didn’t stay at the gathering much longer. She could constantly feel Jimmy’s eyes scanning her body and she had to get out of there if she wanted to stop feeling like someone’s next meal.
Yuck!
Flashing forward a few days, y/n was standing in front of her full-length mirror regretting her choice for asking her co-worker Mandy for help on what to wear. The little black dress she wore seemed to hug her in places she didn’t think were possible. She felt a little too over dressed and that made her go back to the reason she really hated James Keene.
*FLASHBACK*
It was the week before prom and so far, no one had asked y/n or her twin sister Kayla to attend the event with them and normally that would bug them, but they had made a pact this year that if no one asked, they would go together and have the best time they could.
However, just two days before the said event, one of Jimmy’s teammates, Devon walked up to the pair whilst they were at their lockers getting ready for their next class. He had a plan that was sure to earn he and his friends the biggest laugh.
“Ladies.” Devon said, leaning against the locker next to y/n’s.
“Can we help you?” Y/n asked sassily. She knew plain and well who Devon was and of his  grotesque reputation.
“Easy little lady. I just  wanna talk to your friend.” Devon said making goo-goo eyes at her sister. Y/n tried to hold her breakfast down at how nauseating this kid was being.
Y/n looked to Kayla as if to check she was ok with it. Kayla nodded and gave y/n the go ahead to walk to class.
“I’ll see you in a minute.” Y/n said to Kayla but pointing her intense gaze at Devon in warning. She didn’t trust him in the slightest.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Y/n was pulled from her thoughts when a knock sounded from her front door. She shook out her disgust and collected her things as she just wanted to get this date done with and because she didn’t want that man entering her apartment.
“Shall we go?” Y/n asked as she opened the door but to her surprise, when she looked up, she saw her sister standing there.
“Go where?” Kayla said with a teasing tone.
“Uh, n-nowhere.” Y/n stuttered. This could not have been worse timing.
“Uh ha. Well it’s good to see you too.” Kayla said as she let herself in.
“Kay, I love you, I really do but you gotta go.” Y/n said.
“But I just got here.” Kayla whined in protest as y/n shut the door and followed her to the kitchen.
“I know and we can catch up next week. You gotta-“ Y/n started before another knock on the door echoed through the apartment.
“Oh, I see, you have a hot date. I guess that would explain the slinky black dress.” Kayla chuckled. Y/n panicked.
She knew her sister hated James Keene more because of how he stood her up at the prom all those years ago.
“Please just stay here.” Y/n begged, hoping Kayla would listen but as per usual, the younger twin didn’t.
“Y/n, stop being so weird. I’ll answer the door, you get your things.” Kayla offered. She really was a sweet soul and y/n knew that if she saw Jimmy, she’d probably murder him.
“Kayla, don’t open that door.” Y/n called as she rushed to stop her sister, but it was too late.
“What the fuck do you want. She has a date and your interrupting.” Kayla snapped as she recognized Jimmy immediately. Kayla could feel her blood boil. How could he dare to show his face at a time like this.
“Kayla, he is my date.” Y/n said as calmly as she could knowing her sister was about to fly off the handle.
“That pig is your date!” Kayla all but squealed. Y/n simply nodded.
“Now that she knows, can I come in?” Jimmy asked.
Both women turned and glared at him.
“No. Just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.” Y/n said. Jimmy nodded and held his hands up as he walked away from the door to give them space to talk.
“How could you not tell me.” Kayla seethed.
“Kayla, how could I? You and Tom have been traveling god knows where and you landed on my doorstep without notice and besides, I didn’t want to go on this date in the first place, but Samantha agreed on my behalf, and you know how much of a bitch she can be when people don’t give into her matchmaking shit.” Y/n explained, not aware that Jimmy had heard her words.
“You had every opportunity to tell me when I walked in.” Kayla responded. Y/n knew that she had a point but, in all fairness, she thought that her sister was Jimmy.
“Kayla, can we please put a pin in this and talk about this later. I just want this date to be over and the sooner I can leave, the sooner I can come home.” Y/n begged. Kayla wasn’t happy about it but agreed reluctantly.
Yep, Jimmy heard that too and to say that his ego wasn’t bruised would be a lie.
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The date with Jimmy hadn’t been going that bad. They had had a nice dinner and surprisingly, y/n really enjoyed hearing his stories and getting to know the real him but a part of her wondered why he was painting himself as this good kid when in fact she knew what he had gotten himself into and knew that his reputation around Chicago wasn’t exactly the greatest.
Sipping her wine and leaning over the railing of his balcony to watch the stars dance across the night sky, she took a deep breath and felt herself relax even though Jimmy was standing so close to her.
“Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asked as the perseids started. Y/n was amazed by their beauty and magic and smiled.
“Sure.” She answered, curious as to what else he could want to know. She had already told him things she never thought she would.
“If you didn’t want to go out with me, why did you decide to?” He questioned.
Y/n sighed. If she was being honest, she didn’t know why.
“You heard that?” She questioned in reply, attempting to dodge the question. Jimmy glanced at her and nodded.
“Look Jimmy, I’ve heard things about you, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to give you a chance after what you did to my sister.” Y/n answered carefully. Jimmy turned his gaze back to the sky, thinking of what to say next.
“Is that why your sister was mad?” Jimmy asked.
“Mad is an understatement, Jimmy. You hurt her deeply.” Y/n told him.
“I guess I deserve that.” He muttered.
“You laughed in her face after she confronted you and asked why you had stood her up. Jimmy, she had a crush on you, and you broke her that day. It was the hardest thing to see. She cried herself to sleep for weeks after that.” Y/n explained. Jimmy just listened as he tried to recall those events.
“I knew something was up when you sent Devon Andrews over to talk to her. I didn’t want to leave but she insisted it was ok. Kayla was over the moon when she heard that ‘the Jimmy Keene’ wanted to take her to prom. To her, it was like her dreams were coming true but then you stood her up and I had to break it to her that I saw you with Kimberly Smith….in a not so appealing position.” Y/n said.
“I thought I heard someone that night, but Kimberly told me I was being stupid.” He admitted.
“The worst part was that she had worked up so much courage to talk to you and then you told her that you’d never be with someone like her and proceeded to laugh in her face in front of the whole school. You made her feel unwanted and worthless. Took her a long time to come back from that and then she met her husband.” Y/n spoke.
Jimmy downed the rest of his wine. He had no idea what to say.
“I remember the look on her face when she ran past me. I hated you then and I hate you still, so, in answer to your question, I guess I agreed to the date because I wanted to see if you were still the pig I knew you to be and from the things I’ve heard, you still are.” Y/n said calmly.
“Wow, thanks.” He muttered.
“Jimmy, you do it to yourself. There is no reason for you to act like that. From what I’ve seen tonight, you have potential to be the gentleman I know is in there, but you have to stop thinking that you are better than everyone else and the womanizing, that would have to stop too.” Y/n told him honestly.
Jimmy smiled a little at that.
“You sound like my grandmother.” He slightly chuckled. Y/n smiled.
“What made you want to ask me out?” Y/n asked, now curious.
“I saw you talking to Samantha, and I don’t know, I thought you looked hot. I figured I’d ask but then you gave me that unenthusiastic smile, and well, you had me hooked.” Jimmy admitted with a cheeky smile.
“Is that it?” Y/n asked. Jimmy shrugged.
“Ok, fine. I’d always had a crush on you but knew you were out of my league. I never knew how to talk to you, so I thought that if I made you do my homework, I’d get to talk to you more but then Devon and Courtney did what they did, and I did what I did. I knew I had blown it.” Jimmy confessed.
“You’re being serious?” Y/n asked. Jimmy nodded.
“Then when I got the invite for Samantha’s Brunch, I decided to go in the hopes that you’d be there, and you were. Eventually I worked up the courage to talk to you and then you gave me that unenthused smile. It made me more excited for our date.” He told her.
“The fact that I was unenthusiastic made you more excited. Jimmy, do you know how gross that makes you sound?” Y/n responded.
“I’m realizing that now.” He said and y/n chuckled.
“Jimmy, why don’t we start over now that we aired out that dirty laundry.” Y/n suggested.
“I’d really like that.” He replied and y/n smiled genuinely for the first time that night.
Both of them smiled at each other and that’s when they felt it. The unmistakable feeling of needing to be closer.
“Can I kiss you?” Jimmy whispered as he and y/n leaned in closer. Y/n bit her lower lip in anticipation and nodded, letting a small hum of allowance escape her lips.
Jimmy slowly connected his lips with y/n’s in a very heated, hungry and passionate kiss. One that left them both feeling light-headed, weak in the knees and hot for each other.
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Jimmy’s kisses assaulted her body and set it on fire. His hands were strong and skilled, his lips well trained and his tongue, it should be registered as a weapon of mass destruction. The way it methodically lapped at her most sensitive area had her writhing in absolute pleasure. Never in her life did she think that she would be under this man, but she could see why he had so many women after him. He was for lack of a better word, a devilish sex god.
“Oh fuck.” Y/n gasped as Jimmy removed his fingers slowly. The sensation giving her belly butterflies.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” Jimmy whispered, making y/n gaze up at him. She didn’t know whether to be turned off by that admission or turned on by it but with the way her body was feeling at that moment, she chose to let those words fuel her lust for him. She was enjoying this way too much and she really wanted the full Jimmy Keene experience.
“Shut up and fuck me.” Y/n moaned out as she felt Jimmy’s fingers teasing her.
Jimmy chuckled lowly and gave her a naughty smile.
“Yes ma’am.” He replied. Oh god this was good.
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The next morning as the sun beamed in through the curtains of the lavish and expensive looking master suite, y/n woke with a start. Somewhere there was a loud whirring sound, and she was not appreciative of it. She was someone who hated being woken up early on the weekend. She viewed weekends as a time of rest and relaxation, not noise and chaos.
Y/n growled lowly and attempted to stretch but when she felt her body protest, she remembered the absolute pounding she received from the man no longer next to her. That’s when she realized that it must be him making such racket.
She gently maneuvered her sore, stiff and somewhat bruised body from the confines of Jimmy’s bed to go and see what he was up to but as soon as her feet hit the ground, the bedroom door opened to reveal Jimmy carrying a tray of assorted foods.
Eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and some sort of weird looking pastry. Not to mention whatever the fuck he felt was important to blend early in the morning.
“Morning beautiful.” Jimmy said, coming to a stop on his side of the bed.
“Morning. What is all of this?” Y/n asked, finding it difficult to watch his movements as her body was still facing the door.
“Sore?” He asked, dodging her question.
“What do you think genius.” Y/n snapped a little. Jimmy looked at her and raised his brow.
“Not a morning person I see.” He replied.
“Not on the weekends and especially not when someone wakes me up with their fucking noise.” She told him. Jimmy nodded.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” He said, making y/n’s brows shoot up.
“What makes you think there will be a next time?” She questioned with a hint of distain to her voice. Or maybe it was just sleep.
“Well, I assumed after you kept screaming my name over and over again last night, there would be a next time.” He said cheekily.
Y/n blushed and shook her head as she finally moved her body to lay back against the pillows.
“Cocky bastard.” Y/n muttered but made sure it was loud enough for him to hear.
Jimmy smirked at her.
“Try that again and maybe there will be a next time.” Y/n told him. She really did mean what she had said the night before. He really needed to tone down his actions if he wanted to get further in life.
“You’re right but I really would like it if we could do this again.” Jimmy said genuinely.
“The sex or dinner?” Y/n questioned.
“Dinner but I wouldn’t mind the sex part either.” He teased.
“Alright you horny prick, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” She replied as she made grabby hands toward the tray of assorted goods he brought up for them to enjoy.
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Taron Egerton x Reader
*a/n: Just reposing, Hope you all enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.
Summary: Taron ruins your date because he can’t get over you.
Warnings: Smut, possessive behavior, possessive sex 18+ ONLY Minors DNI
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“How could you?” you practically shouted at Taron as you walked up the path to your front door, with him right behind you. “And will you stop following me?”
“How could I?” he scoffed, ignoring your order to stop following you. He reached out to stop you and turned you to face him. “I was doing you a favor!”
You glared at him. “A favor? In what world is what you did doing me a ‘favor’?” you asked, putting your fingers up in quotations at the last word.
“He wasn’t right for you,” Taron argued.
You stepped back and looked him up and down before telling him “You don’t get to decide that. You have no right.”
“I have every right. I know you, Y/N. I know you and I know he wasn’t right for you.”
“What and you are?”
He shrugged. “Well…”
“Whatever,” you turned from him and unlocked your front door.
When you got it open and started to walk in, he tried to follow you inside, but you stopped him with your hand.
“Oh, no. You really think you’re about to come in after that stunt you pulled?”
“Wasn’t a stunt,” he argued.
“It was and you know it. I think you just don’t want to see me happy.”
“I don’t want…. Are you serious?” he fumed, pushing his way in and closing the door behind him, as he had done hundreds of times before.
“You don’t, why else would you ruin the one good thing I’ve had since you left?”
“If I recall, you kicked me out.”
“With good reason,” you countered. “How is she doing anyway?”
Taron looked away from you.
You smirked. “Oh no, all not well in paradise?”
It was his turn to glare at you. “Don’t.”
“Grass not greener on the other side?” you taunted.
“Stop it.”
“Is that why you decided to scare Jeremy off? Hmmm? You’re miserable, so I had to be too?”
“Y/N, seriously, quit it.”
“No, you did this. You made your choice and you chose her over me. I had to live with that, so do you.”
“Don’t. Just… don’t. I made a mistake.”
“That’s obvious,” you snorted. Folding your arms across your chest, you told him “Just because you regret your decision doesn’t mean you can just march in and ruin my life… again.”
“I don’t think I ruined your life.”
“Fine. Broke my heart, then. You did do that.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Well, you did,” you said.
“I was hoping you’d eventually forgive me for that.”
“Hmm,” you hummed, walking over to him. You placed a hand on his cheek, running your thumb across his jaw, feeling the scruff under your hand. He reached up and placed his hand over yours and smiled at you softly.
“I am sorry,” he said.
“So you’ve said,” you told him, continuing to stroke his cheek. “Now, with that said. Get out. I have a call to make.”
“You’re really gonna call him?”
“Yes, to apologize for your behavior.”
You took your hand from his face and tried to step back, but he had a tight hold on your hand.
Pulling you towards him, he placed his free hand on your waist.
“Lemme ask you this: do you love him?”
“I…” you felt your words die on your lips as you looked into his eyes. You felt as if you were about to melt under his intense gaze. His touch sending a wave of heat through you. “I… mean he’s a good guy.”
“Not what I asked. I said ‘do you love him’?”
After a moment, you shook your head slowly. It was true. While Jeremy was a decent guy, he didn’t make you feel like Taron did.
He smirked. “I knew you didn’t love him. Not like you love me.”
“I…”
He moved a little closer, making you shift. “I know he doesn’t make you feel like I do.”
Looking you in your eyes, he said “Final question: Do you really want me to leave?”
As he closed the small space between you, you shook yourself out of your daze. Wriggling out of his grip, you backed up again. He quickly closed the space between you until your back was against the wall. He placed one hand on the wall near your head, the other went back to your waist. His fingers tracing lightly up and down your side.
“Y/N, I asked you, do you really want me to leave?”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You wanted to be mad at him for what he did; for him leaving you for someone else, for him scaring off your date. But all you could think of was how close his body was to yours, and how you could feel the heat coming off of him. Your eyes left his and darted down to his lips. Your tongue came out and licked yours. You heard his soft chuckle, causing you to look back into his eyes, which were dark with lust.
You knew that look. That look, combined with the light touch of his fingers, made your knees weak, your spine tingle, and your panties wet. You hated that that look could still have such an effect on you. You hated yourself for wanting him so badly. Even after everything he did, you still found him absolutely irresistible.
Finally you closed your mouth and shook your head again. No, you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay. More than that you wanted him inside you.
“Use your words. Do you really want me to leave?” he asked, his hand trailing down lower and lower until it reached the hem of your dress that stopped right near the top of your thigh.
“No,” you said softly.
“Can’t hear you,” he said, his hand still teasing.
“No,” you said a bit louder.
“No, what?” he asked, his hand pushing your dress up a bit, fingers playing with your thigh.
You groaned. “No, I don’t want you to leave.”
“What do you want, then?” he asked, his hand pushing your dress up further.
“You,” you were frustrated and turned on. “I want you. Right now.”
“That’s what I thought,” he said before his lips finally met yours in a heated kiss.
You moaned into his mouth as your arms automatically went around his back, pulling him flush against him. You had missed this. You had missed the feel of his lips on yours, you had missed his touch.
You bit down lightly on his bottom lip when you felt his hand push your dress up around your waist. Breaking the kiss, he hooked his fingers into the panties you were wearing and went to pull them down.
“These are new,” he commented.
“Yeah, so?”
“You wore them for him?”
You shrugged. “Does it matter? He’s not gonna see them.”
“You’re right,” he said and before you knew it you felt a slight sting as he ripped them off and dropped them to the ground. “No one is now.”
“Fuck, those were expensive! What did you do that for?” you asked, trying to be angry, they were a new pair after all. But you only got more turned on.
“You’re mine, Y/N. whether you want to admit it or not, you’re mine,” he said, his lips going to your neck, kissing and biting. You knew there would be marks, just like he wanted. He slid one of his thighs between your legs and you pulled him closer by his waist and began grinding against it. The friction from his jeans on your clit made you moan louder.
Your hands trailed down his shoulders, chest, and stomach, stopping at the top of his jeans. You quickly undid them, pushing them down his hips along with his underwear; his dick springing free.
He grabbed your legs and lifted you up against the wall, making you gasp in shock. He pushed into you slowly, stretching you, making you sigh in pleasure. You clung to his back, nails digging into his skin. You had thought about him inside you almost every night since he left, touching yourself while remembering how good he felt; but it was nothing, not even close, to the real thing.
Once he bottomed out, he slid out almost all the way and pushed in again. You sighed once more.
“I missed that sound,” he said as he started moving inside you. “I missed this, missed you so fucking much.”
As he moved faster, you gripped his shoulders, holding on as he thrust inside you faster and harder. You bent your head, kissing and biting on his neck, if he was going to leave marks on you, you’d do the same to him. With one particularly hard thrust, he hit that spot deep inside you. You leaned your head back, your moans growing louder as the head of his dick hit that spot over and over. All too quickly for you, you felt the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten.
“Shit, shit, not yet,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to get him to slow down.
“Cum for me, Y/N. C’mon, I know you’re close,” he murmured. “I can feel it.”
With a few more thrusts, you came undone, with a shout of his name. “Fuck, Taron, fuck.”
He kept moving, while you rode out your orgsam. He then lowered you to the floor, holding on to you to keep you steady. When you caught your breath, you looked at him. He smirked at you.
“You know he could have never fucked you liked that.”
That cocky smirk did something to you. You grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to you, kissing him fiercely, tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouths, teeth clashing, your moans ringing throughout your living room. You began walking him backwards until he was in front of the couch. You then pulled back and pushed him down onto it.
Standing in front of him, you slipped off your dress. You then straddled his lap, the tip of his dick rubbing against your pussy. He moved his hips, his hands going to your waist, wanting to be inside you again, but you stopped him.
“Take this off,” you demanded, tugging at his shirt.
He complied. You started kissing him on his neck, sucking marks all over it, then moving down to his chest and doing the same there. All the time you were doing this, you slowly rubbed your wet pussy against his dick, causing him to groan in frustration. You smirked against his chest.
“You’re teasing me,” he moaned.
“I am.”
“Stop, I’m not done fucking you.
“Mmm, me either.”
You felt him move his hips again, and you sat up, pushing his shoulders against the back of the couch.
“Relax,” you said to him before lifting your hips up and grabbing hold of his dick.
You positioned him at your opening, then slid down on him slowly. You took a moment to relish in the feel of him deep inside you. Before you felt his hands impatiently move to your waist. You began moving on him slowly, with him guiding your movements. You leaned your head back as you started moving on top of him faster, your hands sliding up from his forearms to his shoulders. You felt his hands slide down to your hips, then grip your ass, before he smacked it once then again, making you moan out his name. He then rubbed the spot he’d smacked before doing it again.
“Fuck,” you moaned when he did it once more.
When he began thrusting his hips up to meet your movements, you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm.
“Taron, I’m close,” you told him. “So, so close. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“C’mon, baby, I got you.”
“Harder,” you moaned.
He sat up, and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you closer, so you were eye to eye. He kissed you sloppily as he thrust harder and faster into you. As you felt your orgasm building you held onto him tighter, nails digging into his back. Soon you felt it, radiating from your core to the tips of your toes, until it was crashing over you.
When he felt you tighten around him this time, it brought him closer to his own orgasm. He moved his hips, holding onto you tightly, still thrusting into you, until he emptied himself inside you with a loud groan.
You both sat there for a moment, him still buried inside you, breathing hard. You reached for him first, your arms going around his neck. He then wrapped his arms around your waist. Leaning his forehead against yours, he kissed you once, twice, softly; then again longer and more tenderly. He shifted his body until he was laying on the couch with you on top of him. You raised your head up to look at him.
“What?”
“You know, if I’m yours, that makes you mine, right?”
He laughed. “I’ve always been,” he told you.
You got quiet.
“What?”
“I missed you too,” you told him. “Everyday.”
His hands stroked your back. “I’m sorry I left, I don’t… I don’t know why I did it.”
“Don’t let’s not talk about that now.”
“Okay,” he nodded, placing one arm behind his head.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said softly. “Always will.”
“I love you too, Taron.”
You both lay there quietly, your fingers tracing lines on each other’s bodies, enjoying being with each other again. Kissing each other here and there, until you finally drifted off into the first peaceful sleep either of you had in ages.
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I've just woken up.
Today's agenda: Losing my mind over this picture
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Making refs for little Taron with her fam ❤️
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chicinsilk · 4 months
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Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1954-55. Marie-Thérèse wears a lamé brocaded frock coat with Persian designs of small pink, green and gold palmettes on a white wool, silk, acetate and metal background from Staron lined with brown mink, brown velvet toque and mink of the same tone.
Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1954-55. Marie-Thérèse porte une redingote en broché lamé à dessins persans de petites palmettes roses, verts et or sur fond blanc laine, soie, acétate et métal de Staron bordée de vison marron, toque en velours marron et vison de même ton.
Photo Mark Shaw.
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caulfixld · 8 months
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HE’S ALIVEEEEEE
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