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[holdmeclosertinytaron]

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Thank you for answering my ask. I really love how you write smut scenes so I was wondering if you could do something that included smut? Maybe where Taron and y/n haven't seen each other in years and something sparks between them when they first see each other. Maybe it's at a welcome home party for Taron who has been traveling for work for the last however long and someone invites y/n to the gathering. A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for sending one! I do love a good bit of smut but don’t write it too often because it sometimes makes me feel really out of touch with life. When the photos of Taron at his friend’s wedding first popped up, inspiration struck and led to this piece. A very smutty day indeed. Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), smut, sex in public,

Also: Sian is pronounced ‘sharn’. Trust me, it’s part of my first name and I’ve been using it for almost 24 years lmao 

The Welsh countryside had been blessed with the warm rays from the sun which sat high in the sky, only a couple of clouds dotted around breaking up the crisp blue sky above. The line of the horizon was beautiful, the delicate blue of the sky met the bright, deep green of the fields and trees that surrounded the venue.

You had hung your light shawl over the back of your chair to try and remove as much from your body as you could, the heat already getting to you. It didn’t help much though. It was almost unbearably warm. Not that you were complaining. Sian and Elwyn deserved the best of the best for their wedding day and there were plenty of places to cool down under the teepees that were set up for the reception later that afternoon. 

All you had to do was get through the ceremony and then you could escape to somewhere cooler and get started on the drinking. There were still fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start so you grabbed your phone from your clutch to check your social media accounts, liking a couple of photos and posting one of yourself from before you left the hotel. You’d balanced the phone on the large windowsill and had set a timer, getting yourself into place and smiling sweetly as the camera clicked. 

You put your phone back in your clutch, not wanting to ruin any photos that were being taken by the photographer. There was something about phones in wedding pictures that you just didn’t like, and you weren’t going to be the person to ruin the photos that your friends would look back on for years to come and remember the day they swore their lives to one another. 

‘Well I’ll be damned,’ a voice came from next to you. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even need to turn to see who was speaking to you because you recognised him by voice alone. The only difference to his voice was the slightly stronger Welsh twang that he had, surely from being back home for a little while longer. He always got more Welsh when he was home, falling into old habits.

‘If it isn’t Y/N,’ he added, sitting down next to you as you turned to look at him. 

A large smile broke on your face and you threw your arms around his neck to hug him, inhaling deeply and allowing your eyes to fall closed. He was wearing the cologne that you loved him wearing. The one you had first bought him years prior for Christmas. It was a deep woody scent with a hint of vanilla and a slight undertone of tobacco. A Tom Ford scent that had set you back a pretty penny. 

‘Taron,’ you whispered, slowly pulling away from the hug and taking in his appearance. 

He had gelled his hair back, not a single hair out of place as he moved around. Unlike the other men at the wedding, he had opted for a monochromatic suit with a simple white shirt. The first couple of buttons were unfastened, his chest on show. The suit jacket was pinstriped and it fit him absolutely perfectly. 

‘How’ve you been, stranger?’ You asked, tilting your body around to sit with. His thigh pressed against yours and ignited something inside you that you hadn’t felt for a long while. 

‘I’ve been good, thanks,’ he said, smiling at you. ‘Lots of projects last year, a couple in the works this year too.’ 

‘You’re still a busy body then?’ 

‘Oh absolutely.’ He chuckled, waving at someone who was getting situated in their seat not too far away from you both. ‘How about you? The last I heard you were opening your own coffee shop in Brighton?’ 

You expelled air slowly between your lips, shaking your head. ‘Yeah, that didn’t work out,’ you confessed. ‘I now work for a marketing company in London. I guess I still ended up in the place I swore I’d never be.’ 

Taron took a deep breath and gave you a sympathetic smile. You’d told him numerous times that you didn’t want to live in London. You were dead set against it, to be honest. It was the reason things with Taron stopped when they did. If it weren’t for your desire to stay away from London, you’d probably be at the wedding with Taron as your plus one. 

‘I didn’t mean-’ 

‘I know,’ he whispers, giving you a small wink to tell you that it was okay. 

The sun continued to shine down on you as the bridal party made their way down the aisle, standing in their respectful places. Taron absentmindedly rested his hand on his thigh, his pinky finger drawing gentle circles on your clothed thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed your shawl before Sian walked down the aisle, draping it over your shoulders as a way of guarding your skin from the sun and hiding the very visible goosebumps that were rising on your skin. 

You stood up before Taron when Sian’s walking down the aisle song came on, and you could feel his hand settle on the lower part of your back when he was up. Your emotions were all over the place. You hadn’t seen him for over two years and all of a sudden you were seeing one another for the first time at a mutual friend’s wedding and he had his hand on you and his finger on your thigh as you sat together. 

When the ceremony was over, you stood and clapped for your friends, throwing the confetti that you had over them with everyone else, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Taron suggested you both grab a drink while the happy couple had photos taken with their families and you agreed, following him to the small bar and ordering yourself a glass of champagne. 

‘That was such a lovely ceremony,’ you commented, taking a sip of the cool liquid and already feeling a little more free. ‘They’re so in love.’ 

‘It was lovely, I agree. It’s taken them long enough to get married though.’ 

You both chuckled as you headed to the area where games had been set up for guests to enjoy, opting to play four in a row. There were two bags of coins, a red bag and a black bag. You handed the red one to Taron and took the black for yourself, taking the first turn yourself when Taron motioned for you to. 

The game went quickly, with you winning when Taron put his coin in the wrong spot, hands flying to his head in shame. You did a little happy dance, getting all excited when Sian walked over to you when a Queen song started to play. 

The two of you started to dance together, one of your other friends taking their phone out and filming the two of you, panning the camera around to Taron who was holding two glasses of champagne, one for himself and one for you. 

Sian turned to the photographer and beckoned her over, insisting that she take a photo of her with you and Taron. Not wanting to be a party pooper, you stood to her left, Taron stepping to her right and both of you wrapping your arm around her back. You smiled widely, staring into the lens of the camera waiting for the click. Taron’s thumb brushed against the back of your hand and you took an uneasy breath, trying to keep your composure. 

Your skin ignited where he touched it, a thousand tiny fires burning from the inside out. When the photographer walked away, you hugged Sian tightly, congratulating her with a genuine smile and asking how she was feeling. 

‘Weirdly like my entire life has just slotted into place,’ she gleamed. ‘It’s like I was supposed to be a wife, you know?’

You nodded. ‘I don’t know if that’s on the cards for me anymore,’ you muttered, mainly to yourself. 

‘What do you mean?’ Sian asked, curiosity taking over. ‘You’re still so young. There’s plenty of time for you to find someone.’ 

‘But what if I’ve already found that person? And messed it all up. What then?’ 

Sian followed your gaze to Taron who stood posing for a photo, two glasses of champagne in his hands. He had unfastened an extra button since the ceremony but had yet to take off his suit jacket. You watched him intently, too many thoughts spinning freely in your mind. 

‘I don’t think you messed it all up,’ Sian replied after a little while, taking your arm in hers and pulling you into her side. The jewels on her dress scratched your arm but it didn’t hurt. If anything it grounded you. Something that you desperately needed. ‘What makes you think you messed it all up?’ 

‘I don’t think your wedding is the place to be talking about this.’ 

‘No, come on. I’m the bride and I say I want to talk about this. So you have to indulge me.’ 

‘I told him I felt suffocated in London,’ you breathed. You remembered the day as if it was only yesterday. 

Taron had just gotten back from a training session at the gym. He needed to bulk up before his next shoot so had spent nearly every evening in the gym working one part of his body or the other. You weren’t mad, he always looked so fuckable when he got back. Which is why you had packed your bag when he wasn’t there. 

You didn’t want to be in the flat when he got back. Instead of leaving while he was there, you started to write a note explaining why you were leaving. But he caught you before you could finish. 

He stood near the kitchen entrance and looked you up and down, his eyes falling sad when he saw the bag on the sofa. ‘Y/N? What are you doing?’ 

‘What I should have done a long time ago,’ you admitted firmly, putting the pen down and looking at him. 

Just as you had thought, he looked so good for someone who had just spent an hour and a half working out. His arms were strong and tensed as he rested his hands on his hips. His hair was slicked back underneath a baseball cap and the bottom half of his face was covered in a short stubble. 

‘I don’t belong in London,’ you forced yourself to say. ‘I’ve never belonged here. I only stayed because of you. I’ve wanted to get out for so long.’ 

‘You only stayed because of me?’ He asked. He was hurt. You could tell with the crease of his eyebrows. ‘You only stayed in London because of me? Way to make me feel bad.’ 

‘Taron, I told you when we first started this,’ you motioned between the two of you with your finger, ‘that I wasn’t staying in London. I don’t like being here. It is suffocating. If I’m not in this flat I’m in a tiny studio flat with nothing to do. I need to go. I need to be free.’ 

‘So I make you feel trapped?’ He asked. 

He took a step towards you. You took a step back. 

‘Y/N…’

‘Taron. What am I to you?’ 

His brows creased more. ‘What? What do you mean?’ 

‘What am I to you? You asked again, this time a little further. You wanted to hear something specific, something that would stop you from taking your bag and leaving the flat, leaving London, potentially leaving the country. ‘I want you to be brutally honest. What am I?’ 

He stumbled over his words, physically unable to tell you what you were to him. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded through a sad smile. A tear fell down your cheek and you swatted it away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him. 

‘That’s why I’m leaving,’ you said finally. ‘I can’t keep putting myself on the line for someone who can’t even tell me what I am to them. You couldn’t even say that I’m a friend. Do you have any idea how shit that makes me feel, Taron?’ 

He nodded. He did know. Because it made him feel just as shitty. 

‘The one person who has been there for me since I moved to this shitty city can’t even call me the thing he claimed to be all of two days ago? The one person who is the reason I moved here can’t even tell me that I’m a friend. I bet you didn’t know that I’m falling in love with you, did you?’ 

Taron looked at you through wide eyes, mouth ajar as he watched you lift the note you’d started to write from the counter, ripping it into pieces and dropping it into the bin.

It had been your idea to begin with. To sleep together simple to relieve your desire to have sex. He agreed, under the pretence that you were going to remain friends. No feelings were going to be involved. You were just friends who slept together when you needed some relief. 

You’d managed to keep the feelings away. For a while. You’d gone a year of just sleeping together. No feelings involved. But then one of your work colleagues caught you smiling at one of his texts and you knew you were fucking. And not by him. 

‘You said-’ 

‘I know. I agreed to no feelings. And I meant it. I’m a shit girlfriend. I’m jealous and I’m selfish. And I fuck everything up. I never wanted our friendship to be in the line of fire. I realised the other week that it wasn’t just sex for me anymore. It was so much more. That’s why I have to leave. I can’t stay here falling in love with someone who doesn’t view me as anything other than a sex doll.’ 

‘You’re falling in love with me?’

‘Now isn’t the time to have a heart to heart, Taron. I’m leaving. I’m doing you the favour and taking myself out of your life. I don’t belong in London. I won’t end up in London.’ 

You walked to the sofa and grabbed your back, shaking Taron off when he tried to grab your arm to stop you. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms but you couldn’t. He didn’t love you the way that you loved him. Putting the spare key he had given you on the table next to the door, you took one last look at Taron before closing the door and walking to the lift. 

You’d lost the one person you wanted to run to. 

‘And I told him that I was in love with him.’ 

Sian whipped you around to look at you, her hands on your arms to steady you both. ‘You told him what?’ 

‘Did you know that we were friends with benefits?’ You asked. When Sian shook her head you carried on. ‘We vowed that there wouldn’t be feelings involved. And I shouldn’t have suggested it. Because I think I was already falling in love with him when we started. But I shoved it all down and we used each other for sex.’ 

‘I can’t believe what I’m hearing.’ Sian looked between you and Taron. ‘When he came here two years ago because he was really upset…’ 

‘I told him that I was suffocating and that I was going to remove myself from his life,’ you continued for her, looking at him with sad eyes. ‘At the time I meant it. I was really suffocating but it wasn’t London, and it wasn’t him. It was me. I was suffocating myself. Pushing feelings as strong as I had down for so long was the worst thing I could have done. So I left. And I messed everything up.’ 

Sian shook her head, ‘I don’t think you did. I think you did what you needed to at the time.’ 

‘Do you know he’s wearing the cologne I got him for Christmas four years ago? It still smells just as good as it once did.’ 

‘It’s all he ever wears. I’ve not seen him wearing anything else since you left. I think he’s been hanging on to any hope that you’d come back and that things-’

‘They can’t go back to how they once were.’ 

‘I’m not saying that they have to. I’m just saying that he’s been pining for you.’ 

You chuckled softly. ‘I think I have him too. Not that he’s going to care. Or know. I can’t tell him.’ 

‘Why can’t you?’ 

You sighed and looked at her seriously. ‘Because isn’t he seeing someone new? It’s all anybody can talk about.’ 

It was hard to escape Taron online. He was everywhere you went. Photos of him getting cosy to a redhead at a café in London, laughing at something said and drinking coffee on your Instagram discover page; photos of his various work projects being shared with your mutual friends; his own Instagram stories popping up when you least expected them to. 

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Too close but too far. 

‘They worked together,’ she chuckled. ‘She was called Honour and she has the same type as Taron.’

You looked at her in confusion. ‘Women.’ 

Laughing, you shook your head. ‘Sian, what do I do?’ 

Taron was walking back over to you then, the two glasses of champagne in hand and a smile on his face. He passed you one of the glasses and smiled at Sian. 

‘Congratulations, Sian. You look absolutely beautiful. Elwyn is one lucky man.’ 

‘Thank you, Taron. Y/N, I think you know what you need to do,’ she smirked, walking away and heading to her new husband who was waiting for her with open arms. 

‘What do you need to do?’ Taron asked, tipping the glass up so that the golden liquid could slip down his throat. 

‘Oh, nothing,’ you said, tipping your own drink back. ‘Come on, dinner will be getting served too.’ 

******

After dinner, the bridal party all made their speeches. You laughed, you cried, your heart broke and you were given hope. Sian and Elwyn looked absolutely perfect together as they sat at the head table, listening to their nearest and dearest talk about them and their relationship. 

Taron and you were on the same table, sitting so close to one another that you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His breath fanned against your shoulder when he leaned forward to pick his phone up from the floor when it fell off the table, and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from doing anything that you would regret. 

‘The bride and groom are now going to share their first dance,’ the DJ spoke, all of the guests clapping and cheering as Elwyn guided Sian to the dancefloor, spinning her into his arms and moving with her to the music. 

Taron turned to you with a smile, but you didn’t look at him. You were too taken by your two friends, their smiles lighting up the entire room and their hearts so visibly full as they enjoyed a few minutes to take everything in. 

The lyrics of Unchained Melody ran through your entire body, igniting something deep within you that you didn’t know you felt anymore. 

‘The bride and groom would like any couples to join them on the dance floor for the final verse of the song to share in their special moment.’ 

Taron didn’t think twice before he grabbed your hand and guided you to the dance floor, wrapping one arm around your waist and grabbing your other to hold at shoulder height. You couldn’t look at him for a second, but when you did, everything slowed down around you. 

Woah, my love, my darling / I’ve hungered for your touch / A long, lonely time / And time goes by so slowly / And time can do so much 

Your hand was clammy in Taron’s as you stared into his eyes wholly, his tongue running along the bottom of his lip and pulling it into his mouth. The words were so true, but you didn’t know how to communicate how you were feeling. Something in you realised that Taron must have understood otherwise he wouldn’t have got you to the dance floor to dance with him.

Are you still mine? / I need your love / I need your love / Godspeed your love to me

You just about managed to catch him looking from your eyes to your lips and back up again, and you instinctively copied his action, wetting your lips slowly. The sound of your heartbeat drowned out the sound of people chattering, the loud thumping stopping you from focussing on anything but Taron and it. 

The song ended and people made their way back to their seats, but you stayed where you were, dancing to the next song that came on. 

I found a love, for me / Darling just dive right in / And follow my lead 

The hand that once rested upon your waist moved to rest at your jaw, pulling you in so close that you could taste the champagne he’d had on his breath. His nose brushed against yours and upon your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, fisting his shirt tighter in your hand. He ghosted his lips over yours and took a shaky breath, rubbing the top of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful / I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight 

When he finally pressed his lips against yours, you relaxed into his touch, pressing your head against his hand to feel him closer. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to open when he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as he looked at you. 

‘Taron-’ 

‘I know. I know,’ he whispered, taking your hand and pulling you outside into the cooler evening air. ‘When you left, you didn’t let me-’

‘T-’

‘Let me say this, please,’ he begged. 

He grabbed both of your hands and held them tightly, taking a deep breath and looking directly at you. Your nerves bubbled in the pit of your tummy as you watched him, breaths heavy. 

‘When you left, you asked me what you were to me. I couldn’t physically get the words out. You were there, telling me that you were suffocating, and then you asked me what you were to me. I knew that if I told you that I was falling in love with you, that you would feel even more suffocated. I was losing you and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to stay if you knew how I felt. So I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you that I bought an extra hoodie because I knew you liked to steal mine and I wanted you to have one just for you. I couldn’t tell you that I was excited to get home from work and see you in my flat cooking. I couldn’t tell you that I admired your body and the curve of your bum against my hand. I couldn’t tell you that you were the best thing that happened to me.’ 

The wedding still went on loudly behind you, but you could only hear Taron. He was staring at you directly as he spoke, but his eyes kept flicking away from you, nerves taking over. 

‘I loved you. I still do, I think. In fact, no, I know that I still love you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.’ 

You stood completely still, breathing jagged and unable to say anything. Everything you wanted to hear two years prior was being said and you couldn’t move. For two years you’d thought that you’d done Taron a favour by leaving. That by putting your feelings last, you could save you both the heartbreak. For two years you grieved the loss of the person you loved more than anything, not knowing that he felt the same. 

‘Y/N? Y/N please say something. If I’ve just fucked everything up then I am so sorry. I know you didn’t come here today to hear me go on and on about how I-’ 

You crashed your lips with his, holding his face in place as you stood on your tiptoes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, swiping it against yours over and over. His hands held you in place, slowly reaching down to hold your bum. Instinctively, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him walk you blindly to a spot less visible to everyone in the tent behind you. 

‘I love you,’ he whispered against your lips. 

‘I love you too,’ you smiled against his. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.’ 

******

‘’Ve missed you so much,’ Taron whimpered into your mouth, his hips jerking forward messily as your head tugged his cock slowly and softly. ‘Jesus fuck, that feels so good.’ 

‘I didn’t expect this when I got the invitation,’ you told him honestly. ‘I don’t even know what this is.’

He moaned, a shudder dancing down his spine as his breathing picked up. Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, stroking his length as though you’d never stopped. He’d craved your touch for so long that now he had it, he was worried he wouldn’t ever want to stop. 

‘This,’ he stuttered, ‘is two idiots who couldn’t tell one another how they felt at a pivotal moment finally confessing everything…at their friends’ wedding.’ 

‘Fuck we’re at Sian and Elwyn’s wedding.’ You had only just realised that you were at a wedding, with over one hundred people in a teepee mere metres away from where you were with your hand wrapped around Taron’s dick and pulling out the sweetest moans that you’d missed from the pit of his tummy. 

His hands roamed every part of your body that they physically could; your hips, the swell of your bum, your sides, your boobs, your neck, your thighs. A trail of goosebumps following the gentle trace of his fingers. 

‘I’ve missed you too, though,’ you added, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. 

He tensed when you quickened your pace wanting to feel him come undone. Your skin ignited when he dropped his head to your shoulder and sucked a delicate kiss to your exposed collarbone. His hand grabbed your wrist when he was getting close, halting your movements and kissing your neck again to muffle the moan that reverberated throughout his entire body. 

‘Can I…can I taste you, please? Just one taste?’ 

Bringing his face up to kiss him needily, you nodded, moaning as he dropped to his knees, not caring if they got stained from the bark floor. His hands found purchase on the sides of your knees and you shuddered at the sight when you peered down to see him looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

Almost as if you were a china doll that he was scared to break, he lifted your dress softly, gliding his hands up the length of your legs and chuckling knowingly when a sheen of goosebumps popped up all over your thighs. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before he hooked his fingers into the sides of your white lace underwear, pulling them down your legs torturously slowly, the cool evening air dancing against your exposed heat. You jerked forward, needing to feel him, and he looked up at you

‘Now look who’s impatient,’ he smirked up at you, helping you step out of the underwear and popping it into the pocket of his shirt. ‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you again.’ 

He rested his nose against the bottom of your tummy, tapping your left leg, silently instructing you to lift it over his shoulder. From your new position he had perfect access to your core. He licked his lips when he saw how wet you were, and he slipped his finger into your folds, drifting to your entrance where your arousal pooled. With a sigh of content, he pulled your wetness to your clit, circling it slowly a couple of times and resting his hand on your tummy to stop you from moving forward at the touch. 

With your back against a tree, it was hard to get comfortable, but as soon as Taron pressed the most delicate of kisses to your folds, you didn’t care. Your hips jerked forward and his nose nudged your clit, the sensation causing a tingling feeling in your lower belly. A feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

You tried to grip onto his hair but the gel that slicked it back made it impossible. There was nothing to grip onto, nothing to muffle the moans that you couldn’t hold in. 

When he licked from your entrance to your clit, his own moan vibrating through your, you balled your hand into a fist and tried to use it to muffle your sounds. Taron continued to devour your centre. He lapped at your arousal like he hadn’t drank in weeks. He was insatiable, focusing on one thing for no more than ten seconds at a time, needing to get as much of you as he could. 

As he created a rhythm, he glided a hand up your front until he could grab your wrist, teasing your hand down for him to grip onto. You laced your fingers together, resting your hands at the middle of your abdomen, looking down at him and letting out another long, drawn out moan. 

His eyes were partially closed, the feeling of giving you pleasure pleasuring him also. Your neck flexed when he pulled your clit into his mouth, sliding a finger into you and curving it up slightly. Even after two years, he knew exactly where to reach and he moaned into you when you jerked your hips forward. It was hard to hold your composure, and your leg was hurting from holding you up. 

He added a second finger to the mix, bringing you excruciatingly close to orgasm. But right as your hand reached to grip his hair, the same way it did when you would sleep together regularly, he pulled away with a pop and helped you lower your leg to the ground, your dress falling to your knees once more.

You whimpered against him but he simply pressed a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. 

‘Wanna feel you coming undone around me.’ 

‘Taron,’ you moaned softly, holding him in place as he held your bum and squeezed it not so subtly. ‘Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you so fucking bad. I’ve missed you.’ 

He smiled against your mouth, sliding his hands down to your thighs so that he could pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed you further against the tree, the bark scratching your back but somehow still feeling good against your skin. 

‘Don’t have a condom,’ he muttered. 

‘Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill and worst case I can go to a chemist tomorrow.’

Dropping his head into your shoulder, he gripped the base of his now throbbing cock with one hand and pressed it to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before pressing into you. You moaned in unison, the feeling of being so beautifully stretched overwhelming. It had been a long while since you were stretched like that and Taron gave you a few moments to relax before he started to move. 

His hips found a rhythm quickly, the rhythm he knew would have you coming undone within minutes. You mewled against him, panting against his lips when he moved to kiss you. 

‘Forgot how perfect you feel wrapped around me like that. Missed you so fucking much.’ 

‘Feels so good. Gonna cum if you don’t stop.’ 

‘I don’t plan on stopping any time soon,’ he chuckled, continuing to thrust up into you. 

Your hands moved from his neck to his shoulders and down to his waist before making their way back up to his neck. You came undone before you could even comprehend what was happening, your legs tensing around his waist and your hands balling fists of his shirt tightly. A moan from the pit of your belly and the flutter of your walls against his cock had Taron’s head spinning, his own orgasm following suit. 

‘Jesus Christ that was…’ 

‘Intense?’ You finished for him, kissing his lips. ‘But the best kind of intense.’ 

‘I’m sorry I never told you how I felt that day.’ 

‘Is it bad I’m not? Had you have told me, who knows what would have happened. But look at us now.’

‘I wonder if Sian will know what we’ve just got up to.’ 

‘I think she will,’ you laughed, dropping your legs from his waist and shakily grabbing your pants from his pocket, lifting them over your legs and pulling them on while Taron situated himself in his trousers. ‘I haven’t had sex like that in a long time.’ 

Taron’s eyebrows lifted, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Oh yeah? Sex like what?’ 

You swatted his chest, your lips failing you and smiling. ‘Sex somewhere that I could get caught at any moment. But also sex that makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. Only you have made me feel like that.’ 

‘Oi, you two.’ 

The voice came from the clearing just behind you, and you peered around the tree to see Sian standing with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. A heat made its way to your cheeks and Taron chuckled. 

‘Yes, Sian?’ He asked innocently.

‘I’m very happy that you’ve made up and just given each other what I am assuming to be a mindblowing orgasm, but we’re about to cut the cake and it would be nice to have everyone there. Think you can keep it in your pants for another hour?’ 

‘We’ll be right there.’ 

Sian walked back into the teepees with a loud laugh and Taron took your hand in his, guiding you out of the woodland and towards the table where you’d eaten your food. You started to shiver when you were in the open again, so he draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, situating you on your seat before he sat down himself, smirking to Sian who shook her head playfully at the two of you. 

‘She’s never going to let us live this down’ he whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Ever.’ 

Come chat to me!

[romantic-withdrawals]

Inspiration has Struck

The ideas flowing have begun, so I have decided to go with it. My boyfriend introduced me to the show Black Bird, and now we're both obsessed with Taron Egerton and having wined date nights stalking his work (my personal favourite is Eddie the Eagle).

Basically, I will be writing fan fics, and I will be taking requests, so feel free to fill out my inbox.

XOXO

RW

[euphternal]

pink sweetheart AU 💓

haiii, this is AU about famous!y/n with quiet life!jimmy keene AU! with you being everyone’s hotline in social media, but one particular close convict sticked to you like honey 🍯

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hello lovely,

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

PS.Make it as smutty as you wish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yuck!

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

*FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*END OF FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both women turned and glared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

=

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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[asterias-record-shop]

I can't explain it but James Keene is giving doberman bf vibes. A- I think a doberman would suit him lmao and B- it kind of sums him up??? Like intimidating on the outside all muscular and can shoot a death glare (+the whole drug and arms dealer thing), sophisticated but on the inside all he wants is just cuddles and attention from the right person . Coming from a German shepherd girl, call me delusional but that's making me feel some type of way 😫

NO BECAUSE I SEE THAT!!

I don't know what type of girl I am, I guess I'm kind of like a corgi girl idk, but he would be so protective over his german shepherd gf :(

He would always have his hand on your side or thigh, a cigarette falling between his lips as he guided you along the sidewalk and made sure you didn't trip. When you get him alone though, he's the softest man ever- he's just perfect, always asking for cuddles and things like that, and of course you have absolutely zero problem giving it to him. He's just so in love with you that all that tough exterior falls apart when he's around you, his perfect little german shepherd girlfriend.

[ladystardust-thinks]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for!

DJATS;

warren rojas:

soul of a woman | spicy-ish, no smut

kiss you as the lights went out | secret relationship

KINGSMAN;

eggsy unwin:

high-achiever | fluff, rivals to lovers

RPF;

taron egerton:

you are in love | fluff, friends to lovers

MISC;

billy the kid:

ivy | arranged marriage blurb, angst

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Rocketman

Rating: R

Director: Dexter Fletcher

Cast: Taron Egerton, Jamie Bell, Richard Madden, Bryce Dallas Howard, Gemma Jones, Stephen Graham, Steven Mackintosh, Tate Donovan, Charlie Rowe, Tom Bennett, Matthew Illesley, Kit Connor

Release year: 2019

Genres: drama, music, history

Blurb: Follow Elton John’s years as a prodigy at the Royal Academy of Music through his influential and enduring musical partnership with Bernie Taupin.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone with Taron Everton from Rocketman please? :)

So I’m actually writing this after having a very anxiety-filled few days myself, like I’m trying to write to calm down the Shakes(TM) before I can get to sleep and that’s verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry reflective in this piece so please don’t read if you think that you might find it triggering i also don’t know if ‘jitteringly’ is a word but i’ve used it and if it’s not then it should be

6 - “Talk to me, you can’t take on all of this alone”

TW: ANXIETY MENTIONS

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No matter how much she concentrated on stopping it, Y/N’s ands continued to shake. 

Every now and then she would close her eyes, brace her hands against the counter that she was standing in front of and make shaky attempts at steadying her breathing. Her foot tapped endlessly, jitteringly on the ground.

Taron had been watching her for about ten minutes, seated at the kitchen table, reading through his script as he attempted to learn his lines. But he couldn’t focus on learning them when his girlfriend was in such a worrying state just across the room from him.

“Y/N?”

The woman in question jumped at the sudden noise.

“Yeah?” She asked, her voice higher than normal and she looked over at him, attempting to plaster a smile onto her face, to look natural. But Taron wasn’t fooled.

“Is everything alright?” He asked her gently.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Y/N retorted, her smile becoming more strained by the second. 

“Come here,” Taron said, opening up his arms. Y/N looked at him uncertainly before looking back to the dinner that she was preparing for the two of them.

“I just-”

“No, come here,” Taron chuckled. “Dinner can wait a bit longer.”

Her relief was palpable as she put down the knife she had been holding and moved over the room to allow Taron to pull her into his embrace so that she sat on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his body, head nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Talk to me, Honey, you can’t take on all of this alone,” Taron murmured, running a hand through her hair.

“Just havin’ one of those days,” Y/N responded, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m sorry - is there anything I can do to make it better?” Taron asked, moving and pressing a light kiss to her temple. “Tell your chemical imbalance to fuck off?”

Y/N giggled quietly at that comment and Taron allowed himself to smile in response to the noise.

“Just hold me?” She requested.

“Gladly.”

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[avenging-fandoms]

taron is the type of person to have secret signals with his partner. like if he’s on stage accepting an award, he’d play with his wedding ring or put a hand over his heart or that kind of thing, something so that his partner knows it’s a little sign that he’s thinking about them without having to share it with everyone else

“i’m sorry i can’t go, doctor’s orders. but i will be watching and cheering from the couch” you sniffle and cough into the blanket, taron pouting. 

“oh, darling, i’m sorry you’re sick. i really wish you were able to come with me” taron sat next to you and ran his fingers through your hair. 

“i know, me too. when you win, please tell elton to kiss you for him. cause i really wish i could” you pout and taron smiles. 

“if i win, angel. we don’t know if i’ll win”

“i know you’ll win. you will win. win for me and our little pea” taron smiles and places his hand on your stomach, leaning over to kiss you but you pull away. “no, you’ll get sick”

“you think i’m going to go to the golden globes, nervous as all hell, and not kiss my gorgeous wife? you’re out of your mind. i already have a cough” you roll your eyes and taron leans forward, kissing you softly. he doesn’t pull away until a couple minutes, making you smile. 

“you go out there, and you win for me and pea” you press your forehead against his and he smiles, pecking your lips again. “i love you”

“i love you more” he blows you a kiss before leaving out the front door. you sigh and snuggle deeper into taron’s sweatshirt, hand under the sweatshirt. the door opens again and taron rushes over, kissing you over and over and you laugh as you push his chest.

“taron, go or you’re gonna be late!” he smiles and kisses you again before actually leaving. you pull out your phone and retweet a few things, posting tweets how you were really sad about how you couldn’t go and how proud you were of taron.

taron: I can’t wait to bring home an award for you.

you anxiously bit your nail as you waited for taron’s category to be called, and chris and scarlett walk onto stage. you sit on the couch and they announced taron’s name as one of the nominees.

“and the winner is..” chris took a pause before he said the winner and you crossed your fingers and bowed your head. “taron egerton!” you jumped up and screamed and clapped, crying as taron walked onto stage and took the award.

“that’s my baby!” you yell and smile, sitting on the couch and holding your stomach, the other hand covering your mouth.

taron did his speech and through the whole thing, he kept his hand on his chest and tapped his thumb against his heart. you smile and did the same, taron thanking you, elton, and so many more other people. “i love you all, thank you” he blew a kiss into the camera and tapped his thumb over his heart before heading off the stage.

not even three minutes later, you get a call from taron. “why hello golden globe winner”

“i can’t believe it. i can’t believe this is real life” he sighed and ran his fingers through your hair and you smile.

“we’re so proud of you, t. i’ll see you later, i love you so much” you blow him a kiss and hung up the phone, switching the channel because you already saw taron win.

a couple hours later, taron picked your sleeping body off of the couch and brought you to the bed, tucking you in and giving you a kiss. he took off his suit and hung it up, brushing his teeth.

“so, i didn’t know that they send one to our house. so, i have no award. but i still won” taron whispered and you smiled, rolling over and placing your hand on his chest and tapping it with your thumb.

“yes you did, i’m so proud of you, taron. i am so lucky” you whisper, kissing him softly. he smiles and pulls away, kissing you harder. he pulls away and brings you into him, kissing your head. “i love you”

“and i love you, yn”

[b-ckstagepass]

dating taron egerton headcanons ♥

- he’s very touchy with friends and colleagues so in a relationship it would be no different. cuddling in the couch, spooning in bed, holding hands while walking though a museum, hugging and kissing while enjoying the pool on a warm day, guiding you with a hand on your lower back at parties, holding your face before kissing you… he’s game for anything and everything

- he really enjoys cooking for you or with you when he has the time. it could be eggs in the morning, a colorful bowl of pasta for lunch, an occasional romantic dinner or a nice sweet treat on a random Thursday afternoon

- he is into fashion and likes to look good, so he often asks for your opinion on his outfits or when he has an eye on a certain piece. he also loves bringing you along when he has to buy something and ends up getting you a little surprise more often than not, even if it’s something simple like a funny pair of socks

- he doesn’t mind sharing his clothes at all; he actually loves it when you wear his pieces and always smirks (or full on smiles with heart eyes and rosy cheeks) when he sees you walk into the room wearing his hoodie, button down shirt, t-shirt or hat

- he also likes wearing some of your stuff sometimes, like a pair of sunglasses, or a scarf when it’s freezing outside, or a t-shirt that you purposely bought on a size that the two of you could share

- he tries to keep his private life private, so when you two want to hang out outside he usually prefers to drive to a near-by town or some unexpected spot where he's less likely to be recognized or followed

- speaking of driving, he LOVES road trips. He loves traveling with you in general but there’s something about a long car drive, blasting 70s playlists and sharing snacks that makes him happier than anything else in the world (if you’ve seen his carpool karaoke with richard madden: that’s the exact chaotic energy he displays when he’s in a car)

- on the topic of travels, can you IMAGINE going with taron to an amusement park, like Disneyland, or even a carnival? You’d have a blast, go on all the best rides and attractions, take hundreds of pictures and sing together a random carousel song that got stuck in your head on the way home

- I think he seems like a person who knows how to keep their cool in an argument. he’s usually an easy going guy so when he notices that both of you are raising your tones a bit too much he’d be the first to take a deep breath and isolate in the office or even go for a walk until he has calmed down completely, then he goes after you so you can try talking things out with more patience

- you two spend a lot of your free time taking buzzfeed quizzes together, commenting on the options and joking about your results, like when each of you got a different result on “how many kids you’re gonna have based on your Burger King order” and he's like "well, that's it then, we gotta break up"

- he's not super into clubbing but when you two attend an event or fancy party he's always in a very good mood, going for the craziest dance moves, lip synching to every song and going a bit overboard with the drinking, which results in hilarious pictures and a very embarrassed taron the following day trying to remember everything he did/said

- he’s a family guy so when he has a break from work he loves taking you to visit his family. the two of you bring a few baked goods and spend the afternoon playing with the kids, enjoying a lil barbecue and listening to stories from his childhood

- still on the topic of family, during these visits he often zones out while staring at you interacting with his relatives, always with a sweet smile on his face, grateful for having all his favorite people together

- he also loves it when you hang out with his chosen family, his friends. be it his childhood mates or work colleagues, he’s always proud to show you off and takes any opportunity to wrap an arm around you while y’all talk and laugh

- he likes running his hands up and down your legs (hairy or not) while you rest your feet on his lap when you two watch tv on the couch

- he always offers you a bite or a sip of what he’s eating or drinking; often he’ll order a larger portion to share with you without even really thinking about it or asking you, because it’s like second nature for him at this point

- he is the king of praise, specially when you get dressed up for an event or do something different to your hair. he’ll be like “oh wow” with a surprised look on his face that turns into a smile. “aren’t you the prettiest thing in the world??!” he’ll say with heart eyes, while you blush, laugh and roll your eyes

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

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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“i’m here for you. always.”

the rain pelted against your car as you drive home from a long and stressful day of work. all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend Oliver and watch a movie. but, that went out the window when you arrived home.

as soon as you stepped in the door, you were met with a pair of heels, which were not yours. you immediately think the worst, which was confirmed when you heard a loud moan come from upstairs. tears sprung to your eyes as you slowly walked upstairs, terrified of what you were about to find. you push open your bedroom door and find Oliver on top of a girl. specifically your best friend, Kelsey. you gasp, causing their actions to stop and turn to you.

both of their eyes widen in surprise as they try to cover themselves.

“(Y/N), please,” Oliver tries. you shake your head and step back into the hallway.

“you fucking prick. i can’t believe i wasted two years of my life on you,” you spit, shoving him away from you as he tried to reason with you. you run downstairs and grab your phone from your purse, then walk out the door and close it with a slam.

you begin walking with no particular destination, until the one person you can always trust comes to mind.

slowly trudging down the sidewalk, the rain only seems to come down harder, which of course soaks you to the bone. eventually, you reach the house you were looking for and walk up the steps to the front door. with a couple quiet knocks, you wait for him to open the door and let you in.

“what the hell?!” you hear Taron scream, his hands tugging on your arms to let you out of the rain.

“why in the hell are you walking in the rain?” he asks, his voice filled with concern. you sigh and look down, not really wanting to talk about it.

“stay there, i’m gonna run and get you some clothes.” you nod and stay put, feeling bad that you are getting his floor wet.

“here, you can leave your clothes on the bathroom floor and i’ll take care of them later,” he tells you. you take the items and quickly change, wanting to be as warm as possible.

now dressed in a plain black t-shirt, a pair of plaid pajama pants, with a pair of his boxers underneath, you walk back into the living room, where Taron sits with two cups of tea, waiting for you.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asks quietly. you take a seat next to him and grab the cup of tea.

“Oliver cheated on me. with Kelsey.” his jaw drops slightly as he listens to you explain what you saw.

“i’m so sorry, love. you don’t deserve that one bit. you deserve to be treated like a princess, not garbage.” you nod and stare down at your lap. you two continue to talk for the rest of the night, when you started to yawn uncontrollably.

“you’ve had a long day, love. why don’t you get some sleep,” he tells you, dragging you up to his room.

“T, i’m fine with sleeping on the couch. i don’t want to take your bed away from you,” you protest.

“i do. you aren’t sleeping on the couch after the day you’ve had.” you decide to not to fight against him, not having the energy to do so. Taron helps you under the covers, making sure you were warm enough. as he goes to leave, you stop him, sitting up.

“can you stay?” you see his face soften as he closes the bedroom door, making his way over to the bed. he slides under the covers next to you, but keeps his distance. you take the initiative and moved closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“i know this may be the wrong time to tell you, but I love you. as more than just a friend. and seeing you so hurt over some dickhead who doesn’t realize what he had makes me want to protect you and make sure you’re never hurt again,” he whispers against your forehead. you smile softly and realize the man you love has always been right in front of you.

“just give me some time to get over this and i’ll be happy to give you a chance,” you whisper back, raising your head from his chest to look at him. he smiles softly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“whatever it takes, i’m here for you. always.”

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it was pouring, so i got inspiration to write this :) this is a little longer than a regular blurb, i got carried away lol

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Telling Taron you are pregnant

This is the first imagine in the Dad!Taron series! I hope you all enjoy!

You and Taron have been married for about a year now. Taron recently expressed to you that he was ready to have kids and you couldn’t agree more with him. You knew he would be an amazing dad when the time comes. You didn’t realize that the time would come so soon! You didn’t think that you would become pregnant so quickly after you and Taron started trying. It only has been about five months and here you find yourself pregnant with yours and Taron’s baby. You couldn’t wait to tell Taron that you were pregnant but he was currently doing the press tour for Rocketman and you didn’t want to tell Taron that he was going to be a dad over the phone. With him being away, it gave you more time to come up with the perfect way to tell him he was going to be a daddy! You looked all over Pinterest and you finally found the perfect idea. You went out and bought what you need to tell Taron and you just got even more excited! You just had to wait until he came home. The day finally came for Taron to come home. Taron walked throw the door of your shared home. “Love, I’m home!” “In the living room Babe.” Taron walked into the living room. You got up from your seat on the couch and walked over to Taron and gave him a big hug and kissed him. “I missed you so much Y/n” “I missed you too Taron, how was your press tour.” “It was great, I had a lot of fun but I wish you could have been there with me.” “I know me too baby. I got you something.” “Did I forget our anniversary?” “No silly, it’s not, I just saw it knew you would love it.” You left Taron in the living room to go to your bedroom to go grab the gift bag. You came back with the bag and Taron just gave you a cheeky smile. You handed him the bag. “Open it!” “Ok ok, you seem really excited!” “That’s because I am, I know you will love it.” “Of course I will love it, you got it for me.” You just smile at Taron, waiting for him to open the gift. Taron starts opening the gift and he pulls out a onesie. He had a very confused look on his face until he read what the onesie had written on it. “Baby Egerton est January 2020” as soon as Taron read that he had the biggest smile on his face with tears in his eyes. Seeing Taron like this made you cry happy tears as well. He runs over to you and picks you up and spins you around. “You’re pregnant?” “Yes I am!” “I’m going to be a Daddy!” “We are having a baby!” Taron can’t help be smile and kiss you! “We are going to be parents!” “The best parents in the world.” “This kid lucked out with getting us as parents.” “Yes they did Taron.” “You have made me the happiest man in the world.” “Well you made me the happiest woman in the world.”

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Hey guys!

I promise you I haven’t forgotten about all your Taron requests! I’m just working on a longer Eggsy fic right now, but I’m hoping it will be well worth it. The fic combines a couple of requests and I wanted to do the plot I came up with justice so I had to lengthen it out a bit. 

I’m hoping to be done in the next few days but I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for the support xx

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