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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hey so I would like to make a request! I love your writing!!!!

Can you write an imagine with Eggsy Unwin getting his ass handed to him by a female villain and then falling for her? Like enemies to loversm

Note: I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I wanted to make sure that I had everything in order for this to flow the way I wanted it to. 

I really hope that you enjoy this imagine. It was fun to write.

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Eggsy Unwin was one of Kingsman’s most valued agents. He was smart, charming and overall badass. His fighting skills were first class except when it came to having to write a report from a mission he had just completed. His first one since his split with the princess.

 It was currently 3am and although people say it’s the witching hour, for Eggsy, it was just a pain in the ass. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until next week, so with that, he decided that he’d pack up his desk and return to the report later when he was more rested and feeling like his brain was able to compute the vital information the report needed to have.

 Slowly but surely, both Eggsy and JB, Eggsy’s faithful and four-legged companion, made their way to where Pete was waiting in the taxi that would take them home.

 “Evening Mr. Unwin.” Pete greeted warmly as Eggsy got comfortable.

 “Morning Pete.” The young man corrected. Pete smiled to himself and set out in the direction of Eggsy’s humble abode.

The drive there was a quiet one. Pete focused on driving while Eggsy dozed in the backseat. His eyes way too heavy to stay open for much longer. JB didn’t pay much attention to the men as he focused on all the lights that blurred by.

 “Sir, we’re here.” Pete said, making Eggsy stir.

 Eggsy smiled at the man and thanked him for his services before heading inside to peel his clothes off, get ready for bed and crawl under the sheets.

 =

 Eggsy instantly fell asleep and was in the middle of sawing logs when a black figure made their way into his bedroom as quietly as they could. There was one problem though. JB.

 The pug wasn’t exactly having the best time getting comfortable in his plush doggy bed. He huffed and continuously stood up to turn his pudgy little body around a few times before laying back down to repeat the steps.

 When the canine realized that he and his human weren’t alone, he got up to investigate only to find that one of the black figures sneaking around was Merlin. JB got excited and started licking the techie’s leg.

 “JB, stand down.” Merlin whispered firmly, after failing to get the dog to go to his bed nicely. JB once again huffed and went back to bed but not before releasing a semi loud and rancid smelling fart.

 The three girls with Merlin wanted burst into laughter but they knew if they wanted to pass this test, they had to remain silent and not do anything to kybosh this assignment.

 “Fucking shite, JB.” Merlin grumbled as he waved his hand in his face to try and ward the smell away.

 At this moment, Eggsy stirred a little and groaned. He could smell JB’s stink bomb, even if he was sound asleep.

 Merlin and his accomplices stood as still as they could as though it would turn them invisible. They could only pray that Eggsy wouldn’t wake yet.

 When the man began snoring again, Merlin looked at the three other figures and gave the nod to keep moving.

 Y/n was the first one to reach Eggsy’s bed. She got the view of his shirtless torso and boy was he hot, even if his mouth hung open with a little drool escaping the gaping hole in his face. He looked so peaceful she almost felt bad for doing this, but it was now or never.

 The woman looked to Merlin and when he nodded, she struck.

 Eggsy squealed like he never had before and even Merlin found it hard not to laugh. It was the girliest scream he’d ever heard and Eggsy would never live it down.

 “Shut it or I shut it for you.” Y/n snapped as she tried to grab hold of Eggsy’s hands. He may have been tired, but he wasn’t too tired to put his fighting skills to the test. He kicked, punched and did everything Merlin had taught him which Merlin felt proud of.

 Y/n was running out of patience. She just wanted to get back to bed so to aid in that, she mustered all her strength into one powerful punch and knocked the shit out of Eggsy.

 “Shut the fuck up.” She said as the man now laid unconscious.

 “Not how I would have done it but good work. Get him to the van before he wakes up.” Merlin praised. The women nodded.

 =

 When Eggsy came to, he couldn’t see anything. His mouth had a very well-made gag in it, his hands were bound and his eyes, y/n took care of that and placed a good amount of duct tape around his head to make sure the blindfold would be removed.

 “He’s awake.” Rachel said as she looked up from the knife she was sharpening. Jenna nodded and agreement.

 “What shall we do with him boss?” Jenna asked, noting that the man was starting to fight against his restraints.

 “I reckon we remove his tongue.” Y/n said somewhat sinisterly as she approached a struggling Eggsy.

 The man screamed the best he could with the gag in his mouth. Y/n laughed as darkly she could muster and even Rachel and Jenna felt unnerved.

 “No one can hear you honey pie.” She whispered, running her blade along his cheekbone slowly. Eggsy flinched away from the cold metal and attempted to fight again.

 “I wouldn’t do that if you want to live.” Y/n warned. She was enjoying this. It made her feel powerful and in charge.

 “Take care of it.” Y/n instructed as she was supposed to and walked out of the room.

 Eggsy wasn’t going to lie, he was a little scared, but he also knew a few tricks and whoever had him would soon regret their choice to kidnap him. Neither Rachel nor Jenna saw it coming. Somehow Eggsy had managed to free himself and he went full on batshit crazy.

 Y/n had no idea how he’d freed himself, but it didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Merlin had raved about how good of an agent Eggsy was and this was him proving Merlin’s point.

 “Hey, chill mate.” Jenna tried but it was no use. Eggsy took a swing and thankfully she was able to dodge it, but he wasn’t able to dodge the chair that knocked him on his ass. He growled and got back up. Alright, if he wanted a fight, y/n would give it to him. She was known for her fighting skills so bring it.

 Eggsy and y/n spared for a little while longer before Merlin intersected and broke them apart.

 “Eggsy, stand down.” Merlin ordered. Eggsy was beyond livid at this point. He took a swing and hit Merlin square in the jaw.

 “Fuck you, bruv!” Eggsy seethed.

 “Eggsy, that’s enough.” Merlin said as he walked over to the man to remove the blindfold.

 “Fucking hell Merlin. Was this necessary?” Eggsy said as he focused his vision.

 “It was a training exercise.” The Scot answered.

 “For me?” Eggsy asked but Merlin shook his head and motioned for the three women to come forward.

 “It was for them.” Merlin said.

 “Who are you?” Eggsy asked, locking eyes with y/n.

 Jenna took it upon herself to look at Merlin for permission to explain to which Merlin granted.

 “We’re a new branch of Kingsman that Merlin has been working on for a while now. Our mission tonight was to kidnap you.” Jenna explained, adding a shrug at the end.

 “New branch? Merlin what the fuck is going on.” Eggsy demanded.

 “What she’s trying to say is that we are going to be working together hopefully.” Rachel said.

 “So I was the fall guy?” Eggsy said and everyone nodded.

 Eggsy had to admit that he was relieved, but he was still pissed off.

 “You’re all dismissed.” Merlin said, not wanting to discuss anything else.

Jenna and Rachel followed behind Merlin as he left but y/n stayed behind with Eggsy to make sure he was ok.

 “I don’t need your help.” He snapped as he picked up the chair that was thrown at him.

 “You’re just mad you got beaten by 3 women.” Y/n challenged, hoping to get a rise out of him.

 “No.” He said all too quickly. Y/n laughed which added to the insult that Eggsy was easily beaten.

 “Whatever you say, girlie.” Y/n teased. Eggsy whipped around faster than y/n was expecting, and he had her pinned to the wall.

 “Want to repeat that?” He questioned darkly.

 “What are you going to do? Fight me?” Y/n responded.

 “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” He warned. Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Whatever you say, big baby.” She said.

 As promised, Eggsy got into her face and raised his hand to rest on her neck, but she didn’t budge; instead, she smirked.

 “Come on you little bitch. Choke me.” She whispered seductively as his lips barely ghosted over hers.

 “I’ll do more than that.” He replied.

 “Prove it.” She said before sticking her tongue out enough to lick Eggsy’s lips.

 That was it…

[dreamingoftaron]

Daddy..

 Warnings:smut, rough sex, daddy!Taron

Pairing: Taron x Female!reader

 Word count: 1,635

Summary: Quarantine between Y/N and Taron gets a little steamy..

“AHHHH!” you screamed as you threw the Nintendo switch controller across the room, so much for that game of Mario Kart..

“It’s official, I’m losing my mind.” You sighed, throwing hands up in defeat. You and Taron were on your second month of quarantine and it’s safe to say you were going a bit mad.

“Relax babe.” Taron said pulling you in for a hug, running his fingers through your hair. “This will all be over before you know it, we should enjoy the time we have together while we still have it.” He said in a soothing yet optimistic tone. You leaned into his chest, “I know babe, you’re right, but I’d just kill to be able to go outside for something other than shopping for essentials, you know? I miss restaurants!” you pouted.

Taron giggled into your hair. “I know my love me too, once this is all over I’ll take you out for a beautiful dinner.” You sighed in contentment, grateful to have such a beautiful and caring man to call your own.  “How do you do it? Like, not lose your mind I mean?” you questioned looking up at him. He chuckled at your question, “Trust me I am, but having you here makes everything a little easier.”  Your heart melted. “Aww baby!” you cooed.

“Plus I’m just a little bit better at hiding my madness than you are.” He joked. You slapped his chest and he burst out laughing. “Real smooth Egerton.” You retorted as you went to stand up, but halfway into standing you heard “Come here, you” and felt two strong arms pull you down. You plopped back down into Taron’s lap from the force of his strength. “Ow!” you yelped annoyed as Taron pulled you into a bear hug and began rocking you both side to side.

“You know I’m only playing Y/N, you’re the love of my life and there’s no one I’d rather be stuck in quarantine with.” He said kissing your cheek sweetly. You caved as he spoke, you were putty in his hands and he knew it. “That’s better.” You teased leaning in to kiss him. Taron returned the kiss eagerly as his hands made their way to your cheeks, cupping them gently and pulling you as close to him as he could. No matter how close the two of you were, for Taron, It was never enough. You moaned into the kiss and began running your hands through his hair. Things were starting to heat up quickly, but you didn’t mind at all, and really, who were you to stop it?

You began leaning back into the floor, Taron gently moving himself on top of you, cupping the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself lying down. Once he placed you down as gently as possible you felt his hands travelling down your arms to your wrists, gripping them and moving them above your head, holding them there as his soft lips teased across your jaw, trailing down your neck and chest leaving the sweetest of kisses. His hands moved up your stomach bringing your shirt along with them, his thighs spreading your legs apart beneath him, Good God, the things he did to you, the things he made you feel. He had you wrapped around his little finger and you were entirely his for the taking, and you loved it.

You moaned as Taron’s kisses became sweet love bites, nipping and sucking at your skin, marking what was his. Your hands trailed up his back slowly appreciating every toned muscle before tugging at the hem of his shirt. “This. Off. Now.” You demanded. Taron chuckled. “Yes Princess Y/N.” he teased, “But first-“ He paused and lifted your own shirt off your body, exposing your naked chest. You blushed as he looked at you in awe, marvelling the pure beauty of you that he never grew tired of.

“Just beautiful. “ He praised, barely audibly as he ran his hands over the soft skin of your waist. “God I love touching you, having you, hearing you.. How can one woman be so absolutely breathtaking?” He wondered aloud making you shiver at his words, you could feel his love and it was intoxicating. You jolted up from your place on the carpet, practically ripping Taron’s shirt from his body, his eyes widened in shock, a smirk growing on his face. You smashed your lips into his, not even giving him a chance to respond and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your bodies. Skin to skin. You both moaned into each other’s lips at the contact and began grasping for each other, caressing skin and searching for any article of clothing left to tear off each other. Taron stood up quickly ridding himself of his boxers and sweatpants as you removed your socks. You began to untie the string of your sweatpants to remove them until you felt two strong hands pull you by your ankles. You squealed as Taron pulled you towards him so he was sat between your open legs. He looked up at you with a warning glare, yet his eyes were somehow still clouded with lust.  

“Never do my favourite part for me.” He growled. His words and the low tone he spoke in sent shivers down your spine. You gasped in amazement as Taron effortlessly ripped your sweatpants from your legs. How was he that strong?! He took his time running his hands up and down the soft skin of your legs. Savouring the way you felt beneath him. Once he made his way back up he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs. You bit your lip as you watched Taron look up at you with a sultry stare, lifting you by your ass to get you closer to his face. He looked ravenous, like he was about to fucking devour you right then and there. Your heart beat quickened in anticipation and your hands flew to his hair and tugged at his hair as he slowly and painfully dotted your thighs with delicious kisses, making you wetter by the second. You moaned the closer he got, and when you did he only moved further away from where you needed him most, leaving you aching for more.  Your skin burned where he held you and all your senses were dialled to 100. You could hear, smell and feel everything he was doing to you x10, It was maddening.

You moaned as you felt his tongue licking a line back up your thigh getting achingly close to your flower. You watched him as he looked up at you with a hungry glare, placing a delicate kiss on each of your thighs before he dove into you. “AHH Fuck!!” you whined, your back lifting from the carpet as Taron’s tongue worked it’s magic. Holy fuck. He never failed to please you. He lifted his arm up and across your waist and held you down as he ate you. Tears formed in your eyes as you felt his tongue circling and sucking harshly on your clit and one of his hands dancing up your leg, slowly pushing a finger into you. You couldn’t hold back the screams anymore. You gripped his hair and watched him working on you. The way his muscles were contracting, the way he was completely focused on pleasing you. It was all too much.

“Baby p-please, I need you” you pleaded. Taron looked up at you and winked. Removing his hand from inside you and placing it in his mouth, sucking every little drop of you off, moaning as he did.  

“How bad do you want me?” he teased, loving the effect he was having on you.

“So bad Daddy, please!”

Taron locked eyes with you, You’d never called him Daddy before, but it had awoken something in him. Before you could open your mouth Taron was on top of you, binding your wrists above your head.

“Say that again.” He demanded.

“Please.. Daddy?”

With that Taron slammed himself into you, you both groaning at the feeling of each other, Taron leaning his forehead onto yours, breathing heavy, picking up a steady rhythm with his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he began pounding into you, screaming his name.

“Who makes you feel this good baby?”

“You do D-Daddy, AHhh oh my god!”

Taron dropped your wrists and was holding himself up by his arms, his biceps on either side of your head, Your words making him weak. You felt that similar knot trying in your stomach as Taron picked up his pace, hitting your sweet spot every time.

“Baby I’m g-gonna cum!”

Taron leant his head down to your ear, breathing heavy. “That’s a good girl, cum for Daddy.”

At that you lost it, your orgasm completely rocking your world. You wrapped your thighs around Taron screaming his name as you came, feeling your walls clenching around him. Taron came as you did, moaning your name and collapsing on top of you, tired and sweaty.

You both took a minute to collect yourselves before you felt Taron lift his head to brush the hair out of your face and give you a sweet kiss.

“I didn’t know you had a Daddy thing?” you questioned.

“I didn’t know YOU had a Daddy thing!” he replied, you both giggled

“Well I am a mystery” you teased, “and this little mystery really needs a shower” You added laughing.

You kissed Taron on the cheek as you sat up walking to the shower, he sat and watched you walk away admiring your ass in a trance. You turned around with a smirk, “Well are you coming… Daddy?”

You’d never seen him run so fast in his life.

[taronsaunicorn]

You’re my favourite!

Fanfiction

Ship: Taron x female reader

Word Count (1.chapter): 704

Additional Tags: angst, kissing, fluff, smut

I

“Yes mom, I fucking get that you don’t want me to leave, but I can’t stay in the same house as the dick, that you call your boyfriend.” I yelled at my mom.

“Honey, you know that I wanna make it work, and that I want you to be happy here, as well, but you don’t really make that easy, you know?” my mom tried to calm me down.

I had gotten into a huge fight again with her boyfriend. He didn’t like me, and I didn’t like him. I didn’t know what the big deal was. I wanted to move out to give them their space and suddenly my mom acted like she cared what happened to me.

“Ok, now it’s my fault?” I yelled in disbelieve.

“I never said that, just…”

I didn’t let her finish, “No, you know what? I am gonna move to London and you’re just gonna have to live with that. (Y/F/N)(Your friends name) will be here in half an hour and pick me up. Good bye mom.” I tried to say as calm as I could, while tears started welling up in my eyes.

The one bag I took with me was already packed and was not that big either. The good memories I made at this place already happened about ten years ago and after that everything went down.

I sat on my bed and waited desperately for (Y/F/N), when finally, the doorbell ring.

The bag suddenly appeared a lot heavier, now that everything stared to get real. My mind told me that I was making the biggest mistake I could possibly make, but I decided to listen to my heart.

I ran down the stairs, nearly ripped the door out of the wall, as I opened it, and sprang into my friend’s car.

“Hey babe” she said smiling, “ready to start your new life?”

I nodded and we drove off.

I knew (Y/F/N) since elementary school and she was always there for me when I was about to throw myself off a building, because I thought that my life didn’t have a meaning anymore.

Now I was 22, and I know what you’re thinking: “If it was so horrible, why did she stay at home for so long?” And to be honest, I don’t really know.

Obviously, when I was 11 and my mother first met her new boyfriend, I was too young to move out, and my father was never an option, since he was a violent alcoholic. When I was old enough to move out, I always made up excuses, which earlier I thought, were perfectly reasonable reasons that prevented me from fleeing.

I always said that I didn’t have enough money, but who was I kidding? If you really want something, you just have to get a job, and save, or whatever.

But I guess it’s normal. Moving out is scary, even now, when I get to move in with my best friend. She was my age, but her parents were first of all nice, and secondly rich.  

She moved to London two years ago, to what I had to convince her to, since she didn’t wanna abandon me.

Her apartment wasn’t big, but it sure was big enough for the two of us. (Y/F/N) had a boyfriend anyways, and she was at his place a lot. I actually already knew him and he was a nice guy. Though, if I had a boyfriend that pretty I’d be terrified that he’d cheat on me.

(Y/F/N) of course, didn’t have that kind of problems since she was freaking beautiful. She seriously was the hottest women I had ever seen.

“So, how’d your mom take it?” she asked softly.

She was pretty much the only person I talked to about my mother, but she knew that I didn’t like to do it a lot.

“Fine I guess,” I replied, “Of course, she yelled at me, and I’m pretty sure that she thought that I was joking about me moving out, or that I wouldn’t have the guts to do it. I bet she won’t notice that I’m gone until tomorrow. Whatever…” I stated grinning, “We’re roommates” I screamed.

“Yass giiirl. I’m so happy.”

[boyfriendtaron]

Thinking about doing some imagines of taron and richard on here (mature and fluff) and i’m also will to do some with their characters, so send prompts if you have any ideas and I will do my best to fulfill!

[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.

=

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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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Taron Egerton

Note: This wasn't requested but I felt like I wanted to do this version of the alphabet H.C as well.

I hope that it turned out as well as I had pictured in my head.

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He loves a good cuddle.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)

Your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He usually cums wherever you tell him to.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a small secret tattoo that is not visible to anyone but you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced. More experienced than anyone can fathom.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

69

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the situation but typically he’s goofy

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is groomed still has hair down there and yes, it matches the rest of his body

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

It depends on how you are both feeling but most of the time it’s intimate and slightly rough.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Taron had been away on location for about a month now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to function. He missed you so much and the nights in which he missed you the most, he would scroll through his phone, looking at photos and videos of you. He would let his mind wander to how you would feel against his body and how sexy you’d look as he slowly and torturously undress yourself in front of him.

Unfortunately, he would always get interrupted before his thoughts could go any further than that.

One particularly stressful night, Taron had been unable to sleep due to his mind whirling with many different things and no matter how hard he tried to shut his thoughts off, nothing worked.

He growled in annoyance as he got out of bed and went to his laptop so that he could call you.

You were so excited to get an impromptu call from your boyfriend that you answered the call. 

You had been relaxing in the bath watching your favorite show when he called and needless to say, you both fell asleep extremely satisfied at least for now and as best you could while you were apart.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you lick and suck on his balls and also, because he is uncut, he loves it when you gently but playfully tug on the skin. He loves that goofy yet saucy side of you. It keeps things alive in the bedroom.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the kitchen on the island. This will often happen when he comes home from being on location and neither of you can hold it together long enough for a nice meal and catch up.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You dressing up for him. He knows that you’ve also put something skimpy and sexy underneath your clothes. It drives him crazy to think of what you are going to surprise him with

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could and would hurt you. He wants you to feel pleasured but not pained. This includes choking, biting hard enough to break the skin, whipping…basically anything that falls under the umbrella of extreme BDSM

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You love seeing Taron unravel underneath you as you take him as deep as your gag reflex will allow.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on how much time you both have

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Because of both your jobs and work hours etc. quickies are had more often than long love making sessions

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You both love experimenting because it keeps things exciting.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This largely depends on how tired you both are and how long your work weeks have been

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own toys and like implementing them every now and then

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes teasing you as it makes him feel in control

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s vocal and because he knows you love it when he does this, he will sprinkle some dirty talk between those glorious moans of his

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Being that one of your favorite characters of his is Eggsy, he’ll often get you to agree to a roleplay session and boy oh boy is it one of the hottest things you two can do.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a very good size😉

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a Rabbit

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

It varies and depends on how rough you two have fucked

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Jimmy Keene

Note: Just like with Taron's NSFW alphabet H.C, this one wasn't requested either but I wanted to do it anyway because I wanted to try and see how smutty I could get and I feel like I did a good job but you decide.

Enjoy!

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

He’ll usually go to sleep unless you are in the mood to cuddle him.

B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)

Your boobs and your ass

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)

He likes cumming on your boobs and sometimes on your face

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s an open book so there is nothing you don’t know

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s extremely experienced

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggy, for sure

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s more serious

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s waxed everywhere.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He’s more of the rougher type

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll usually jack off in the shower if he feels the need to

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Facials, spanking, tying you up, making you beg, being called daddy. Anything dirty really.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The sofa in the living room

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You acting all innocent when you and Jimmy both know you are anything but innocent

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that will cause extreme pain. He likes causing some pain but not enough that will make you bleed and/ or bruise excessively. No Extreme BDSM basically

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves seeing you on your knees in front of him with his cock shoved in your mouth while saliva drips from your chin and tears well in your eyes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s rough, to the point where you sometimes can’t walk for a couple days afterwards.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

With how rough, hard and fast he can be, sometimes it doesn’t take that long for you or him to reach your orgasm in record time

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risky is Jimmy’s middle name

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending on the motivation and how horny he is, he can go for at least a couple rounds

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, toys are always used in some way or another

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves seeing how wet he can make you so, he’s big into teasing you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

For the most part he’s quietish but he can be loud if he feels the need to be

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Don’t know what to put for this one as Jimmy is a character of Taron’s.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He doesn’t like to brag but he’s pretty proud of what’s between his legs

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sex is always on his mind so, it’s pretty high

Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He usually waits until you have fallen asleep before he closes his eyes to at least rest.

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: Coffee Daydream.

Note: This is to tide you over for a few days while I work on the others and get them scheduled for you.

I hope that you enjoy but please remember that this is unedited and there are mistakes etc. Also note that the reader does have a name in this but you can change it to your name when you read this.

Enjoy!

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It had been more than a few bloody weeks since Taron and Cherrie had moved into their new house and the wi-fi had been disconnected (so that it could be connected at their new place) and there was nothing to do. I mean, there was stuff to do but nothing that sounded appealing to Cherrie. She had tried to unpack, tried to read the books she needed to for her classes, but they weren’t capturing her attention, making it hard for her to get into. She had also tried to make some fun meals but that only resulted in the food getting burnt and the house almost catching fire. Nothing was going her way and it was beyond irritating at this point.

The only thing that managed to keep her somewhat sane was the currently grumpy pain in the ass male in the upstairs bedroom catching up on his beauty sleep as he had just come back from a work trip to L.A.

“Right, I’ve had it. Time for a walk Ziggy.” Cherrie said as she wandered over to where the pup’s leash was kept, as well as the shoes and coats.

Ziggy trotted after her and sat down at her feet, waiting to be hooked up to his leash and of course waiting for Cherrie to put her shoes etc. on ready for their outing. It was Ziggy’s favorite as he got to sniff around and make a new friend or two at the dog park. It was great fun.

Cherrie on the other hand, used it as a chance to clear her mind and as a chance to get fresh air. It was cathartic for her and so was the singing she did as she passed the other town dwellers. She didn’t care who heard her or what she sounded like. It was a good escape for her, and it brought her so much joy. The cutest thing about it is that every time she did this with Ziggy by her side, it almost looked like the pup was dancing along as he trotted beside her. His head would move side to side and his body would appear as though it was bopping along to whatever tune Cherrie was singing. They were perfect companion duo.

=

45 minutes, one missing tennis ball, two sticks collected and one large coffee later, Cherrie and Ziggy returned home. They had seen and done so much, and they were both feeling tired and were ready to warm up. Of course Ziggy was looking forward to getting cuddled up on the sofa whilst Cherrie worked on the puzzle she bought last year. She had wanted to complete it as soon as she got it but then her mind went to other things, and it got put into the game cupboard and hadn’t been touched since. Cherrie didn’t know how long her sanity would last with the puzzle, but she was determined to at least complete a good chunk of it so that she could leave the rest for the grumpy butt to complete while he was home and between jobs.

“Right Ziggy, come here.” Cherrie said as she got off her chair to charge it, before picking the damp dog up. She carried him inside and shut the door, locking it behind her.

“Oh good, you’re back.” Came a raspy voice.

“Yup but I’m tired and looking forward to a shower. It’s bloody cold out there and wet.” She replied as she placed Ziggy down. Big mistake. The pup decided that it would be a good time to shake out his fur and water went everywhere. On the walls of the entry way, on the rug and on Cherrie and on Taron as well.

“Oh well, thank you.” Taron grumbled as he wiped away a few droplets that had hit his face. Cherrie tried not to giggle as she too wiped droplets away.

“I’m going to make some coffee, want some?” Cherrie asked as she removed her coat and hung it on the peg.

“I suppose. I’m going for a shower.” Taron replied.

“Ok but first, can I have a kiss?” Cherrie asked, making Taron smile, as grumpy as he was.

Taron leaned forward and pecked her lips quickly. It would do for now.

“Thank you.” Cherrie said as Taron turned and bounded up the stairs.

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Cherrie pottered around the kitchen as the coffee machine did it’s thing. She put together some sweets and baked goods on a plate so that she could enjoy them with her coffee and as she did her puzzle. It would give her energy and give her dopamine as well.

Once the treats were plated, Cherrie pulled out her phone to check and see if she had any Instagram messages. With no surprises, she didn’t have any messages but what she was met with was a very smoking hot picture of her boyfriend.

It was black and white, and he was sprawled out on a sofa wearing the softest looking cardigan and a pair of jeans. His hair was slightly disheveled and appeared to have curls in it….her favorite. This photo was drool worthy for sure.

Cheekily, she typed out a comment and posted it just as the coffee machine alerted her that the coffee was ready. She shut off her phone and set it on the counter, mentally fanning herself as she felt the familiar pulling in her lower belly every time she saw Taron in person or in hot picture form.

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Meanwhile, Taron was drying off when he heard his phone buzz on the bedside table. He walked over to it and smirked when he saw it was the comment Cherrie left on his post. Boy was she going to get a surprise when she saw him wearing the cardigan and the jeans.

He had already asked the stylist while on set if he could have it as he knew Cherrie would love it. She had accepted and told him that she’d send it to him. He thanked her and while Cherrie was out on her walk this morning, it arrived. Taron had hurried to get it upstairs before Cherrie got home and thank goodness as well because she arrived home a couple minutes after he came downstairs from hiding it away in case.

Taron placed his phone back down and went back to drying off before he dressed himself and went to join Cherrie.

=

Walking downstairs as quietly as he could as to not disturb Cherrie, Taron saw her sitting at the table,  digging through the puzzle pieces as she tried to find another piece that would fit with the candle image she was currently attempting to build.

“Gotcha, you little fucker.” Cherrie shouted excitedly. She placed it in it’s proper spot and moved on.

Taron tried not to giggle at her outburst as he got into position on the sofa.

Ziggy yipped at Taron which made Cherrie grunt in annoyance.

“Ziggy, stop bar-“ She started as she turned to see Taron looking at her from the sofa.

Cherrie was at a loss for words. Her throat felt dry, and her body felt all warm and tingly.

“Well, are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to come and give me a kiss?” Taron said seductively.

Cherrie swallowed slowly. She was very turned on which made Taron smirk at her, which in turn made Cherrie blink slowly and bite her lower lip as she checked him out.

She moved from her chair and moved over to where he was and stood over him as he gently took her hand as he moved off the sofa to stand in front of her.

“Hello.” Cherrie muttered before her brain decided to join in on the party her body was feeling. She shook her head.

“I mean, oh my god.” She said as she let her fingers trail over the material of the brown cardigan. Of course that wasn’t all that she was feeling. She could feel the semi softness of his belly. Yes, he still had some muscle on his body but for the most part, he was back to his cuddly self at least for now.

Taron watched her through sultry eyes and sucked in a small breath as her hand grazed over his jean covered penis.

“This looks so good on you.” Cherrie whispered as their bodies drew closer together and their lips touched in a gentle yet hidden passion kiss. Their lips fitting together better than they remembered.

Taron’s hands went to both sides of Cherrie’s face as her hand gripped onto the cardigan as if she was afraid he’d disappear.

“But?” Taron mumbled against her lips. Cherrie pulled away enough to see his half open eyes.

“But it would look even better on the ground.” She replied.

Taron chuckled lightly and closed the gap between them again. One of his hands on her back pulling her in as his other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her in place.

Little by little, articles of clothing sat on the ground in a messy pile as the couple laid on the sofa. Cherrie under Taron as he kissed down her body. The scruff of his face tickling her skin in the best ways and the best part, the feeling of his bare erection rubbing against her inner most intimate parts.

“Feels so good.” Cherrie sighed out as she felt Taron’s right-hand travel down to her clit where it began to rub her tenderly.

Taron chuckled against her left breast as his tongue encircled her nipple, taking gentle nips here and there, making her back arch as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her veins.

“Stop teasing.” She whimpered. Taron moved from her chest to look up at her.

“I thought you liked being teased.” He said.

“I do but I just need to feel every inch of you in me.” She replied, making his body shudder at the image in his brain.

“You sure?” He asked and Cherrie nodded.

“Please.” She said breathily.

Taron removed his fingers from her clit and brought his hand up to his mouth so that he could lubricate his cock. Once he had the lubrication, he moved his fingers to wrap around himself. He stroked his penis a couple times before running the head of his penis against Cherrie, collecting her arousal before he slid into her.

Cherrie cried out as she felt him stretch her. It was a feeling that she would never get used to. It was like she was floating on air. It was sexy, magical, hot and passionate.

“Oh fuck.” She said as she felt him bottom out, his balls against her and the light smattering of his pubic hair rubbing against her as he took a few steady breaths.

“Ready?” He asked when he felt confident enough that he was going to cum.

“Hmmm.” Cherrie moaned, giving Taron the ‘all clear’.

Taron leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss as he began to pull out of her before steadily entering her again.

Soon enough he set a rhythm and both of them were moaning in tandem and Cherrie felt herself getting dangerously close to her orgasm.

“I’m so close.” She warned. Taron wasn’t having that, so he slowed right down, much to Cherrie’s dismay.

“Why did you do that?” She asked as he dragged out his movements.

“I’m not there yet.” He breathed out simply.

“Go back to that pace and you will be soon.” She said with a hint of mischief in her eye.

Instead of questioning her, he did as she said and just like she said, Taron quickly reached his climax at the same time as Cherrie, thanks to the fact that she delicately bit down on one of his nipples. It’s not something he ever thought he’d be into, but damn was it euphoric.

“Holy fuck.” Taron muttered as he buried his face in the crook of Cherrie’s neck.

“I couldn’t agree more. That was incredible.” She agreed.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go again.” Taron quipped making Cherrie giggle.

=

“You with me?” Layne asked as she sat on the other side of the computer screen during her and Cherrie’s daily call.

Cherrie shook her head.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind wandered there for a minute.” Cherrie replied.

“I could tell.” Layne chuckled, knowing exactly what Cherrie was thinking.

“It’s that bloody picture. It’s hot.” Cherrie told her friend.

Layne nodded.

“Tell me about it.” Layne said.

“The black and white doesn’t help either.” Cherrie said and Layne nodded again in agreement.

“Oh for sure. It really suites him.” Layne replied.

The friends talked for a little longer before Cherrie declared her need for a coffee. They hung up and Cherrie went to the kitchen to make her coffee and day dream some more.

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

~Taron Egerton: Buzzing Attraction.

Summer…

The season of abundant bright sunshine. Hot sandy beaches, ice-cold treats and barbeques with friends and family. Swimming in the ocean, fishing and collecting rocks and other fun treasures one comes across during beach trips.

It was also the season of gentle sea breezes, swarms of seagulls, fish and chips, walks along the pier, sun bathing and picnics in the park or in the safety of your back yard. If you were feeling really adventurous and a tad frisky though, you could even say that it was the season of new found love and naughty activities with your new neighbors. That’s what it was for y/n and the hottie next door.

Y/n had just moved into the empty house next to Taron’s and while he’d normally go over and introduce himself or offer to help carry heavy boxes, he was just getting back into the routine of being home in Wales as he had been overseas filming his new swashbuckling movie, The Adventures of Anne Bonny, in which he portrayed pirate, Calico Jack.  

Taron was tired to say the least and when he woke up that morning to see such a beautiful bright sunny  sky, he decided that a day in the backyard with Nelly was needed. He ordered himself some food, grabbed a few beers and treats for Nelly before heading outside in just his shorts to soak up the weather.

Y/n on the other hand had been bathing in the sun for the last half an hour in her new black bikini. She had never really had the confidence to buy swim suits like that but with this fresh start, she figured that she’d try it and if she was being honest, it made her feel quite sexy. Sexier than the slime she was dating before she moved to Aber.

She was really loving to be in a town where community really mattered. Where everyone knew everyone and looked after one another. The locals were great and would often tell stories of people in the town. One of which, she had already heard many of. Her new neighbor. Upon hearing these stories, she knew being civil with him was the way to go, because she still wanted to be careful. Mind you, she didn’t really trust anybody yet. That would come in it’s own time. She couldn’t lie though; he was incredibly good looking and had the most adorable sassy dog.

Speaking of the sassy ball of fluff and fur, she was busy swimming after the ball Taron had thrown into the pool for her to catch. Fetch was her favorite game and when she could, she would always try and initiate a game or two with whoever gave her attention, which most of the time was Taron’s two young sisters, Rosie and Mari.

Y/n could hear Taron talking to Nelly and it made her smile. He sounded like a good guy. Nelly of course would bark back as though answering him.

She was just about to say something to him when out of nowhere, the stupid bee that had been bothering y/n earlier, returned. This time though, it was out for revenge after y/n swatted at it. It landed right on her inner thigh. Y/n had heard that if you stayed as still as you could, the bees etc. wouldn’t sting you. She tried this but the bastard ignored that and stung her anyway.

Y/n let out a yelp and jumped from her lounge chair in attempt to get the stinging sensation to dissipate. It didn’t. It only intensified.

“What happened?” Taron asked as he jumped the fence and rushed to her aid.

Y/n stopped her over reactive movements and just stared at him. What the hell was he doing?

He helped y/n over to the lounge chair she had been sitting on previously and began examining her body for any harm; and without thinking, this included completely removing her swimming bottoms, which normally y/n would say something about, but she was honestly too flabbergasted to register what was going on.

“Bee sting.” Was all that y/n managed to squeak out as she continued to watch him and what he was doing.

Meanwhile, Nelly was looking at her human through the fence and if she could, she would have rolled her eyes at his overdramatic action of jumping over the fence. The four-legged animal let out a sound similar to a scoff and went back to retrieving her ball from the pool, letting a splash follow in her wake.

While Taron was examining her, y/n tried to keep her moans to herself. His hands felt good against her skin and his fingers -which were very close to her core- felt better than she could have imagined. It was only when Taron noticed how quiet she was, that he realized what he had done. His stomach dropped. Not only had he jumped the fence and invaded her property, but he had also just invaded her personal space and violated her. His hands fell from her, and he moved back. Y/n was disappointed at the lack of contact.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, making y/n nod slowly.

What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to get mad like anyone would and had the right to or was she supposed to tell him to keep going because it felt so good to be touched that way.

Oh no, instead, all that came out was a moan that she had been supressing.

Taron’s brows rose in amusement and y/n blushed a deep Scarlett. I guess getting mad at him like her brain wanted was out of the question. Stupid hormones.

Y/n cleared her throat and smirked at him.

“I was going to yell at you for that, but I guess you caught me.” She replied through an embarrassed chuckle.

“Felt that good did it?” Taron asked, taking a leap of faith with the seduction and teasing in his tone of voice.

“Honestly?” Y/n asked, biting her lip a little for effect.

Taron nodded.

Y/n motioned for him to come closer with her finger and he slowly inched forward, placing his hands on the arm rests either side of her body, essentially trapping her in place.

“I want to see what that tongue of yours can do.” She teased, running her fingers along his arm tenderly, sending shivers not only down his spine, but hers as well. She was never like this, but she was too turned on to care.

Taron smirked down at her and watched as she subtly licked her lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that so?” He teased.

Y/n watched him with hungry eyes as she nodded slowly, letting out a small yet low hum.

“Yes.” She replied softly, bringing her hands up to remove the sunglasses he was wearing. She wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to look into them as she felt his tongue in places it shouldn’t be.

“Spread your legs.” He whispered before lowering his face to hers, silently asking for a kiss.

Y/n tilted her head back a little more, inviting his lips to grace hers in a tender yet erotically passionate dance. One that left y/n feeling electrified, heady and wanted. One that neither she nor Taron had ever experienced in their lives. One that left her feeling breathless and warm at the same time.

Taron was the one to break the kiss and the look in y/n’s eye told him all that he needed to know. She was hooked on him as much as he was to her.

He smiled at her and moved down to situate himself between her legs. The place he had been before with concern for her but now, he was down there with nothing but lust and a deep yearning for her.

“Ready?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was ok with his actions this time.

Y/n locked eyes with him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Yes.” She replied, a giddiness in her tone.

Taron took note of the tone and winked at her, making her blush once more. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him. No, she needed him.

Y/n watched as he inched closer to her core and when she felt his breath fan across her clit, she shuddered. He glanced up at her and saw that infatuation was written all over her face. It made him feel attractive, more than he ever had.

“Holy fuck.” Y/n gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue barely graze over her clit. Her body arched into him, trying to feel more.

Taron smiled against her as he swirled his tongue around her clit with more pressure. Y/n moaned out and grasped on to the arm rest, in an attempt to steady herself.

Never before had she felt this amount of pleasure course through her veins. Y/n had known some pretty good cunnilingus in her time, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was pure ecstasy, and she didn’t know what else to do other than grip the arm rests as she attempted to catch her breath, but it was damn near impossible as she felt his tongue enter her.

“Oh god.” She moaned out.

Taron pulled away enough to look up at her.

“Keep going.” Y/n said, harsher than she meant to. The amusement in Taron’s eyes made her smile down at him. He was enjoying this and frankly, so was she.

“On one condition.” Taron replied.

“What?” She questioned.

“Go out with me.” He answered as he let his fingers graze over her pussy ever so lightly. Y/n moaned and bit her lower lip.

“Give me an orgasm out of this world and I will.” She bartered, desperate for a release. One he was currently delaying.

“You got yourself a deal.” Taron mumbled against her dripping pussy.

As he inserted his middle finger into her, y/n threw her head back and moaned even louder than she had been. Taron moved to suck on her clit as he added his ring finger into her. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her; slow at first and then as fast as his arm would let him.

The sensation of his fingers inside her, stretching her out and the suction he had over her clit had y/n writhing in rapture. Her body felt as though it was on fire with all the stimulation it was receiving.

Y/n was too in her own world to realize just how close she was. Taron though, he could feel her pulsing around his fingers, and this gave him the indication that she was so close, so, he moved his fingers even faster and gave one last good suck before she was writhing on the lounge chair. Her body on overdrive as she squirted. Something she had never done during sex of any kind.

Taron watched in awe at the scene in front of him. Sure he had been told that he had a talent in the oral sex area but to see the effects of it play out in front of him had his body pulsing with the need for his own release. He tried to stop it, but it was no use. His cock twitched in his shorts and left him shuddering as his own orgasm rushed through him.

“I can’t move.” Y/n said, barely able to form the words.

Taron wanted to reply but he was too busy going through his own climax to do so.

Y/n opened her eyes and saw the pleasure on his face. She giggled lazily to herself as she watched him come back down.

“Wow, I’ve never done that before.” Y/n said after a minute or two.

Taron opened his eyes and looked at her with question.

“I’ve never made a guy cum without touching him.” She admitted, smiling at him. It was Taron’s turn to blush a deep Scarlett.

“It’s hot.” She told him, boosting his confidence (and ego) a little bit.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking down at his crotch.

“Oh yeah.” She replied.

They looked at each other and smirked.

“So, how about we get cleaned up and go on that date?” Y/n suggested, making Taron nod.

“Just promise me one thing.” Y/n said.

“What’s that?” He replied.

“Use the front door when you leave.” She teased as she stood on her still shaky legs and walked into the house with a breathless Taron following behind her.

Yeah, Summer was the season for many things, hot backyard sex being one of them.

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Last Chance To Request An Imagine!

Hello everyone!

Before I get into the reason for this post, I just want to thank each and every one of you for your imagine requests. I have had a lot of writing them again.

Now for the reason of this post...

On Wednesday, December 20th, I will be closing my inbox so that I can work on the imagine requests I have received over the last couple days.

So, if you would like an imagine before the cut off date, please get your requests in now and as always, feel free to be as detailed with your requests as you'd like.

Thanks again for all of your support and love.

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~Taron Egerton & Tom Holland: Butts and Threesomes ft. Dylan O’Brien.

Note: This is a scheduled post.

Enjoy!

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-Taron had been in town for a few days and had been invited to a friends mansion for a get together.

-He was excited to go and see some faces that he hadn’t seen in a while.

-One face in particular was Tom Holland.

-the get together was going well but Taron was beginning to feel the need for a smoke.

-He tried to look for a suitable place to smoke but everywhere he looked was too crowded.

-He knew that the next best thing was to find a bathroom.

-When he reached the bathroom he pulled the cigarettes out of his pocket, along with his lighter.

-Little did he know, the bathroom was occupied.

-Tom had felt the urge to hide from the growing mass of people downstairs.

-He cleared his throat and caught Taron’s attention.

-Taron looked at him and smiled sheepishly.

-Both of them stood there awkwardly until Tom broke the silence.

-Soon enough both men felt comfortable enough to talk everything including some taboo topics.

-What topics you may ask?

-Careers, which yes, isn’t taboo but the taboo thing was their butts.

-They thought that comparing butts would be a good idea.

-It was interesting at first but then things got interesting.

-They weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in their systems finally taking hold of them or what it was but they decided to pull their pants (and underwear) down to really compare.

-Once compared, Taron and Tom pulled their pants back on but left their pants undone.

-Tom sat on the edge of the tub while Taron sat on the counter in front of Tom.

-Tom decided that now was a good time to admit something to Taron that he had never admitted before.

-”Of course, mate.” Taron said after Tom asked Taron if he could admit something.

-”Every time I give Marvel secrets away, RDJ used to spank me.” Tom said.

-Taron would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little turned on by the image of Tom being punished.

-Tom mistook Taron’s expression to mean that he was confused.

-”It’s kind of a kink of mine, if I’m being honest.” Tom said.

-Taron locked eyes with Tom and if some switch was being flipped, Taron lunged forward and kissed Tom.

-Both men thoroughly enjoying the connection and sensations that were coursing through their veins.

-Eventually the making out turned to Taron going down on Tom and giving him the best hand job he’d ever had and vice versa.

-Needless to say both men never thought this would happen but were glad that this had occurred.

-Upon finishing, cleaning up and leaving the bathroom, both Tom and Taron ran into to Dylan O’Brien, who truth be told had been listening in on what had been happening.

-Dylan basically begged to join in on the fun.

-”I’ll even show you my ass.” Dylan whined.

-Taron and Tom smirked at each other and nodded.

-They could go for another round.

-Best threesome any of them had ever experienced.....Well, honestly, it was Taron’s first threesome experience and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-No one saw the men for the rest of the night as they all snuck out to fuck into the night.

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Hey! Can I request an imagine?

My curiosity idea is for Taron Egerton. Since we know he is officially single now, him moving on to a new Actress Reader! But she is 10 ish years younger than him. So there is tension with that. May it be with them working together or from people around them.

Thank you so much! I love your writing!!!!

Note: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for requesting this imagine. It was fun to write. I hope that you enjoy it and I hope that it meets what you had envisioned,

Have a great weekend♥️

*TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ANIMAL ABUSE*

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Being 23 years old was hard enough but add on a relationship with someone ten years older than you, well that’s a whole other can of worms. One the y/n wasn’t ready for. She of course knew the scrutiny she’d be under from those closest to her but when it came to her boyfriend’s fanbase, oh boy. Yes, you heard right, fanbase.

Y/n was your average young woman living life as it came and to the fullest she could. She believed that if you put out positive energy into the world, the world would give it back to you. That’s how she met Taron.

She had been busy at work as a volunteer dog groomer for a local animal shelter in Aberystwyth when Taron walked in. Of course she wasn’t the one to greet him when he came in, that was one of her colleagues, Megan. She was a bubbly woman with a cheery disposition. She was able to get anyone to walk out with a new family member. Megan loved her job and the people she worked with.

“And over here are our recent lodgers.” Megan said as she showed the man around.

Y/n smiled to herself as she saw his reaction out of the corner of her eye. She was busy grooming a rescue puppy from Portugal when he and Megan entered the grooming station.

“Who’s this little one?” Taron asked as his eyes landed on the puppy that was being dried.

“This is Nelly. She’s a rescue from Portugal. Sweet little thing. Loves cuddles but has a very sassy personality.” Megan replied, earning a nod of agreement from y/n.

“How did she get that under bite?” Taron asked, now petting the damp dog. He didn’t care, he just felt his heart strings being pulled and new he had to show her that love really did exist.

“She was a street dog and was found beaten. Her jaw had been fractured and never healed properly, causing the underbite.” Megan explained. Nelly looked up at y/n with sad eyes and y/n gave Nelly’s head a god scratch before kissing her wet nose.

“Baby Chewbacca.” Y/n replied, making Nelly’s tail wag. It was as if Nelly was approving of that nickname. Y/n smiled.

“I’ll take her.” Taron told Megan. Both women beamed at each other and nodded.

“She’s almost done here. I can bring her out to the front when I’m finished.” Y/n said, looking between both Megan and Taron.

“Sounds perfect, thank you y/n.” Megan replied. Taron smiled as well. Y/n, he’d never forget that name.

And sure enough he didn’t. He thought about y/n every day since he’d met her and perhaps that’s what ended his relationship with his current girlfriend or maybe it was simply a lot of things that piled into it and Taron’s growing feelings for a woman, he’d barely met over two years ago was the straw that broke the camels back. Who knows really.

Today, y/n and Taron were happy in a brand-new relationship with their little sidekick, Nelly. Nelly loved that she got to see y/n again and see her quite often. She knew her human was happier than he’d ever been, and it made her happy.

Unfortunately, that was all short lived when Taron, Nelly and y/n moved up to London for Taron to head back to work for the new year.

Things started out really well at first but then slowly, the media got wind of their romance and before they knew it, all the hate began pouring in. In amongst all of the hate though were words of encouragement for the couple and some good advice but all of it as whole was very difficult and was beginning to put strain on both Taron and y/n.

“Taron?” Y/n asked one night over dinner.

“Yeah.” Taron replied, not looking up from his bowl of spaghetti.

“DO you think I’m a gold digger?” Y/n questioned. Taron burst out laughing thinking she was joking but when he calmed down enough to see the hurt in her eyes, he knew that she was being 100% authentic with him.

Taron wiped his mouth with his napkin and took a drink of water before answering.

“What would make you ask that?” He questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever was going on in his girlfriend’s mind.

Y/n shrugged and cleared her throat, hoping that it would stop the tears growing in her eyes. Normally she wouldn’t care so much about what people had to say about her but when it was a constant thing she had to see, it eventually got to her and had her second guessing her choice in dating Taron.

“I’m 23 Taron, was 21 when we met. You don’t think that’s a little odd?” Y/n questioned with as much confidence as she could muster.

Taron frowned at her in confusion.

“What are you saying?” Taron asked, feeling a sense of Déjà vu. He had to go through this with his last girlfriend and it got very ugly with all the hate towards her. He hated to think that it was happening again.

Y/n shook her head and picked her fork back up.

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She replied.

“No, tell me what’s going on.” Taron said.

“I was checking my Instagram notifications this morning after you left for work and I came across some things your fans had tagged me in. They had cropped me out of photos, were calling me names and even called me a gold digger and said that I was only with you because of your fame and fortune.” Y/n explained carefully, not wanting to upset Taron.

“I see. Why didn’t you tell me when I came home?” He responded.

“Because I was scared, I guess. I don’t know.” Y/n said. Taron reached across the table for y/n’s hand.

“Listen to me ok. I love you so much and that’s not going to change. These fans are simply jealous and their hate towards you reflects that. What matters is that we are happy. Fuck them, is what I say.” He told her, drawing a small smile from her.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Y/n said. Taron winked at her.

“You’re not the one that needs to apologise, and I appreciate you being honest with me. Now, let’s finish dinner because I have an idea.” Taron replied, making y/n roll her eyes. Whenever he had an idea, it usually involved doing something cheeky and mischievous.

=

“So, what’s your plan then?” Y/n asked as she and Taron washed up the dinner dishes.

“Do you have that little collage you made saved to your phone still?” Taron wondered, making y/n look at him with curiosity.

“Yes, but why?” She asked. Taron simply shrugged at her and played innocent.

“What are you up to Egerton?” Y/n questioned, handing him the last glass that needed a dry.

“I’ll need you to send it to me.” He told her.

“You’re making me nervous Taron.” She said.

“I’m going to post it. Which then you and I can think of what to put in the caption.” He admitted. Y/n shook her head. She wasn’t sure if this was going to work but one thing was for sure, if she had Taron by her side, she could face anything this cruel world threw at her.

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ATTN: Inbox and PM's open for requests again!

Hey guys,

I know I said that I wouldn't be posting anymore imagines but I have recently found myself feeling like I want to write some so please send in your requests.

I'm open to writing for anyone and for any scenario.

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I have a request for Jimmy Keene! What if the reader is his secret girlfriend. Since he is locked up she has to run his buisness for him?

Note: First and foremost, I just want to say that I know prisons would be a little more thorough with the searches they preform on any visitors coming to and from the facilities but this is an imagine and I wanted to think outside the box a little bit. 

That being said, thank you so much to the person that requested this. I hope that this matches what you had pictured your mind and I hope that it all makes sense.

I also want to note just how grateful I am for you all and your patience with me while writing the Jimmy Keene imagines.

I hope you all enjoy this particular imagine and I will see you soon with my next and final Jimmy imagine for now.

Enjoy!

Growing up, Sabrina Riley was your normal run of the mill kid. She loved playing in the mud, collecting frogs and having hot wheel car races around the house with her father when he was home. It was heaven for her. As she got older though, that relationship between her and her father dwindled when he eventually left Sabrina and her mother in favor of the woman four houses down. Since then Sabrina vowed that she’d never let a man get close to her again….until she started working as a bar tender at the grubbiest Kankakee pub you could think of.

Flashing forward two years, Sabrina was in a relationship with one Jimmy Keene. He had come into the bar she happened to be working at and his attempts at flirting with her went ignored which of course only made him try harder. Sabrina agreed to go out with him so that he’d stop, and she could get on with her shift.

Soon enough, all of that turned into her helping him with his dealings in the drug cartel. It wasn’t something she ever saw for her future but somehow, it gave her a thrill and she loved it. Dealing with the dicks though, that wasn’t the greatest.

Thankfully the couple had agreed to keep their relationship hidden from everyone because if people found out, they could and would use that as leverage against Jimmy and vice versa.

Just after Jimmy went to do a drug drop one day, he came home and sat Sabrina down and told her that he had a bad feeling. It wasn’t a feeling he always got but when he did get those said feelings, he knew to listen to them.

He made sure that Sabrina knew to carry on doing the dealings if he was ever caught and thrown in prison. Sabrina was reluctant at first but when she saw the sincerity in her boyfriend’s eyes that he needed her, she agreed to it.

That leads us to today.

“Bri, some old geezer wants to talk to ya.” Crystal said as she pointed over her shoulder lazily.

Sabrina looked over and saw a scruffy but frail looking old man sitting at one of the stools. She had never seen him before but figured that somehow, he knew Jimmy.

“What can I do ya for?” Sabrina asked, her southern drawl shining through.

The old man -Big Jim- looked up at her with a somewhat blank expression.

“M-m-my son said y-y-you could help?” He stuttered, pulling on Sabrina’s heartstrings a little bit.

“Son, eh?” Sabrina responded, leaning closer to the man so that their conversation was slightly more private.

The man nodded.

Sabrina smiled at him and nodded in return. She wanted to ask him more, but she knew that personal shit never got in the way of the side business she was currently running.

“How much you need?” She questioned, knowing exactly what he meant.

The man pulled a piece of paper out and with shaky hands, attempted to open it. Sabrina held her hand out when she saw him struggling. He handed it to her, and she read it.

‘Operation Black Bird’

The code words she and Jimmy came up with when she visited Jimmy in prison the first time. It meant that he was in trouble on the inside and needed help.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the words carefully before she looked up and glanced around the room.

“I’ll take care of this.” Sabrina said confidently and Big Jim nodded.

“T-thank you.” He muttered, pulling his lips into a tight line. Sabrina smiled a little and nodded.

“You’re welcome.” She replied.

She expected the man to make his leave, but he didn’t, he continued to sit there.

“Anything else you need?” She questioned. Big Jim lifted his good arm the best he could and pointed at her.

“My son was right, y-you are nice.” He told her, making Sabrina’s brows raise in attempt to not blush.

Sabrina desperately wanted to ask if Jimmy had said anything else and wanted to bombard the man with millions of other questions she could think of, but she knew better.

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Days later, Sabrina and her fake baby bump successfully got through the high-tech security system at the prison Jimmy was currently at, trying to gain information from another inmate that had been suspected of doing the most heinous things you could think of doing to another human. The reason for the fake belly? Well, it was the only thing she could think of that would allow her to get in with the paraphernalia undetected. Of course she had a few other options such as taking a job at the prison, but she figured that it would take too long and with the urgency of Jimmy sending his father to her, she knew he required it now.

She managed to get everything to the person Jimmy told her about with no issue and she was glad for that but oh was she pissed at C.O Bryant.

Once the transaction had been made, Sabrina was given the all clear to go and see Jimmy.

Once in the visitors section, Bri sat down and waited for her man.

“What the fuck Bri.” Jimmy whispered as he hugged her, taking note of the bump between them.

To be fair, he had been in prison for a while and for all he knew, he could’ve knocked her up and not known it.

Sabrina stifled a laugh and gave him a quick kiss before they both sat down.

“Babe, relax. It’s not real.” She told Jimmy.

“Oh thank fuck.” He sighed. Sabrina smiled, she had to agree with him, she didn’t want to have kids; not yet anyway.

“So, is it done.” Jimmy asked, leaning forward.

“With the addition of a blow job, yep.” She said with a straight face. This caused Jimmy’s eyes to turn dark and his blood to boil.

“Jimmy, I’m kidding.” She said, laying her hand on his arm gently.

“That’s not funny Bri.” He said lowly. She knew how easy it was for her to get under his skin and she loved using it to her advantage.

Jimmy looked down at the table and rubbed his forehead. A clear indication that he was stressed.

“Hey, are you ok?” Sabrina asked, feeling worried for him.

Jimmy looked up at her.

“No Bri, I’m not.” He replied.

All Sabrina wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and hold him like she would in the privacy of their bedroom. She hated seeing him so distressed. It made her heart hurt.

“If I could switch places with you Jim, you know I would.” She told him calmly, but Jimmy snapped.

“Don’t you dare fucking say that.” He seethed, alerting some of the officers in the room.

Jimmy glanced at them before taking a deep breath.

“You are way too pure for this place.” He muttered, making Sabrina’s heart soar. She had never thought of herself that way but to know that someone did, made her happy beyond all comprehension.

“I don’t know about pure but thank you.” She replied with a warm smile. One Jimmy happily returned, not wanting her to worry anymore.

“When I get out, you and I are moving far from this place and starting over.” He said, taking hold of her hand before the officer closest to them could see.

“You mean it?” Sabrina asked, liking the sound of that.

“You bet, babes.” Jimmy said.

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Sabrina went back home that night and smiled to herself as she pictured all the things she wanted to see and do with Jimmy by her side. The biggest thing she couldn’t wait for was no more code words for things, no more walking on eggshells and most importantly, no more Operation Black Bird.

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Can I make a request for a story with taron egerton? The reader being American, from a small town, and showing taron her hometown for the first time? Maybe him experiencing culture shock a bit or Maybe finding the familiarity in the town to his home town

Note: Hi lovely! Thank you so very very much for requesting this imagine. I did have fun writing it despite it taking me a while. 

I will say that I don’t think it really lives up to what I really wanted to write but I hope that it matches what you had hoped for.

Thank you so much for your patience with me during this time.

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Y/n was born and raised in the small Texas town of Fredericksburg and summers there, namely the weekend before July 4th, was so full of fun activities such as baking contests that raised money for whatever local charity was selected that year, the town’s Independence Day dance and the town picnic just to name a few. Y/n’s favorite activity? She adored the baking contest.

 Her mother was an avid baker and would annually enter the fundraiser. Y/n could remember coming home from apple picking with her father and brothers to the house smelling of freshly baked strawberry and Rhubarb pie, Peach cobbler, chocolate chip cookies and her most favorite, Banana cinnamon oatmeal cookies with white chocolate and milk chocolate drizzled on top.

 Some of her other favorite things about the fourth of July holiday were the family BBQs, nighttime campfires with music playing softly in the background, colourful fireworks, sneakily watching her parents slow dance to no music when the house had gone to bed etc. They were the things y/n remembered and cherished growing up. They were the summers she loved and couldn’t wait to share with her boyfriend for the first time.

 Y/n would often share stories of her childhood with Taron and each time she told him a special memory, he saw her eyes light up with child like wonder, as though she was experiencing the cherished event over again.

 “Babe, are you ok?” Y/n asked as she took hold of Taron’s hand. He looked at her and offered a smile, but it wasn’t enough to convince y/n.

 “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He questioned in reply.

 “You look terrified, but you don’t have to be. They are going to love you almost as much as I love you.” Y/n told him, giving his lips a small kiss in reassurance.

 Taron smiled at her more confidently once she broke the kiss, though deep down his stomach was in knots and he felt like he was going to shit himself. He knew that he was worrying for nothing, but this was the first time he was meeting her parents and it was the first time he was going to ask his girlfriend’s parents for her hand in marriage.

 Sure they had only been dating for a little over 6 months, but Taron had never felt this strongly about anyone in his life and when he saw how y/n interacted with his family, especially his mam when she first met them, it solidified his feelings for his girlfriend. She was sweet, kind, caring and she did anything and everything she could to help even the smallest creature on the planet find a piece of happiness. A gentle soul was what he called her. His gentle soul.

 “You really think so?” He asked, needing a little more convincing. Y/n rolled her eyes but chuckled as she leaned in to give him a lingering kiss. Too bad they were thousands of feet in the air because Taron could really use a nerve calmer right about now, if you get the drift.

 “I know so.” Y/n told him when they parted. He was so in love with this woman and could only pray that she accepted his proposal.

 =

 Half an hour later, the small plane touched down on the tarmac and y/n beamed with joy. She was so excited to see her family after a couple years.

 Normally they would get together more often but when Covid-19 exploded, the pandemic restrictions made that more difficult. Of course they facetimed as much as they could, but it just wasn’t the same. So when the restrictions were lifted and it was announced that you could travel again, y/n and Taron booked their tickets to Texas.

 “Do you see her?” Taron asked his girlfriend as she looked around for her childhood friend and sister-in-law, Becca.

 Becca was the only one who knew about the couple’s trip to the states as they wanted to surprise y/n’s family.

 “Not yet.” Y/n said as she stood on her tippy toes to try and see above the tall man in front of them.

 Y/n sighed in slight annoyance. She just wanted to get out of the airport, go home and relax with Taron.

 “Remind me, what does she look like?” Taron asked, spotting a smaller woman holding a huge welcome home sign.

 “Why? Do you see her?” Y/n asked with rising enthusiasm.

 “Well, if she’s the one holding that sign over there, then yes. I see her.” Taron said. Y/n followed his line of sight and squealed. He had his answer. It was Becca.

 Taron had to stop from laughing out loud when the women collided into each other with such a happy embrace.

 “It’s so good to see you!” Becca said, releasing her friend. Y/n smiled brighter than she ever had, and it made Taron’s heart soar. He adored her smile among other things.

 “It’s good to see you too. How are you?” Y/n asked, taking in Becca’s small baby bump.

 “I’m doing as well as can be expected but enough about me, where’s the boyfriend?” The woman said, looking around for Taron. He had stayed back to let the women have their moment.

 “Babe, come here.” Y/n beckoned, knowing not to call his name and draw attention to him in case there were any fans around.

 Taron walked over to them with the luggage cart.

 “Becca, this is Taron.” Y/n introduced.

 “It’s nice to meet you Becca.” Taron said, holding his hand out politely. Becca smiled at y/n. He was a far cry difference to y/n’s ex, Derek. Taron seemed sweet and well mannered.

 “It’s nice to meet you as well. Shall we get going then?” Becca asked. Y/n looked at Taron and he shrugged.

 “Come on you two, truck is out front.” Becca said, leading them all to the parking lot.

 =

 The drive back to the y/l/n residence was full of laughter from the two women up the front, whilst Taron sat in the back taking in his new surroundings.

 “So tell me y/n, where did you dig this one up?” Becca asked as she turned left onto main street.

 “We met at Hatchards bookstore, which happens to be the oldest bookstore in London.” Y/n explained. She loved telling this story as it reminded her of a scene straight out of a romance movie.

 Before she could continue, Becca pulled into the driveway and both women groaned.

 “Um, what’s going on?” Taron asked from the backseat with confusion.

 “I’m not sure.” Y/n replied, reaching back in search of his hand. She could tell that he was nervous.

 “I didn’t want to say anything, but your mother may have found out about you coming home. I told her not to invite anyone, but it looks like she did it anyway.” Becca said, sheepishly.

 “Did you tell her?” Y/n questioned. Becca shook her head.

 “Emma may have let it slip.” Becca admitted.

 Emma was Becca and y/n’s brother, Scott’s 3-year-old. She was sassy, opinionated and couldn’t keep secrets. She was adorable and she knew it to and used it to her advantage.

 “How did she find out?” Y/n asked. At this Becca bit her lower lip.

 “She heard me talking to you on the phone the other day.” Becca said. Y/n sighed and looked at Taron.

 “I’m sorry y’all.” Becca told the pair.

 “It’s fine. I should have expected something like this would happen, I mean nothing in this family stays private.” Y/n said as she let go of Taron’s hand to unbuckle her seatbelt.

 Just as Taron undid his to follow his girlfriend to the house, his phone began to ring. He inwardly groaned and grabbed his phone to see who was calling him. It was his mum.

 “Babe, I should get this.” He said, looking at y/n apologetically.

 “Take your time. I’ll go and calm my mother down before you come inside.” Y/n said as she slipped out of the vehicle and made her way into the house. Taron watching as she went.

 =

 Stepping into the house, y/n could hear copious amounts of chatter and of course smell the glorious scent of her mother’s freshly baked goods, making a bright and happy smile appear on her face. She was home.

 “Mom?” Y/n called, walking straight through to where she heard the chatter.

 Y/m/n stopped what she was doing looked up and rushed toward her daughter.

 “Oh my baby. You’re home.” The older woman squealed with delight. Y/n chuckled and threw her arms around her mother. It felt so good to be in her mother’s arms again. It had been way too long.

 “Hi mom, it’s good to see you.” Y/n said, pulling away to greet everyone else.

 “So, y/m/n, I thought we agreed that no one else would be here at the house when I got back.” Becca said, taking a cookie from the pile. Y/m/n playfully glared at her and tsked.

 “Oh hush. It’s been so long since we’ve seen this one, I thought it might be a good idea to host a home coming dinner.” She explained. Y/n simply smiled.

 She loved how sweet her mother was but with the fact that she knew a new face would be joining them, it would have been great if her mother had thought about how Taron might feel in a situation like this.

 “It’s a nice gesture mom but what abou-“ Y/n started before she was cut off by her cousin Hilly rushing through the front door.

 “Oh my god you guys. There is a hot foreign dude outside.” She gushed. Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Hilly, come greet your cousin. She just flew thousands of miles to be here with us for 4th of July.” Y/m/n said. Hilly of course ran straight for y/n.

 “Hilly, it’s good to see you.” Y/n said genuinely before glancing at Becca for help.

 “Hilly, glad you’re here cause I got those magazines for you.” Becca chimed in. Hilly’s attention went straight to Becca, and she was glad for that as she wanted to check on Taron.

 “I’m going to go check on the hot foreign dude.” Y/n joked, looking at her mother who stifled a laugh.

 =

 Exiting through the front door, y/n nearly collided with her boyfriend who was coming up the front path.

 “Hey. Thought I’d come check on you and see if you were still alive.” Y/n said, knowing Hilly had probably flirted with him in some way. Taron offered her a small but gentle smile. One he gave her when he was tired out of his mind.

 “Mum says hi.” He replied softly, leaning in for a kiss which y/n happily returned.

 “You’ll have to tell her I say hi back when you two talk next.” Y/n said.

 “I will but for now, did you find out why so many people are here?” He wondered.

 “Long story short, it’s a family reunion for me and an entire first family meeting for you.” Y/n said, burying her face in his chest.

 Taron rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the top of her head.

 “Let’s go face the music, shall we?” He asked, making y/n shake her head.

 “I’d really rather not.” She mumbled, looking up at him, taking in his sleepy expression.

 “Come on you two, people are gathering in the backyard.” Becca called from the front door, having excused herself from talking with Hilly.

 Taron and y/n looked at each other. They both just wanted a shower and to go to bed but they could also murder a burger right about now.

 Y/n took hold of Taron’s hand, lacing her fingers with his and led to where everyone was sitting and standing around chatting, drinking and smoking.

 For a moment or two, the couple just stood there taking in the mass amounts of people. Y/n thought she had seen them all in the house but apparently half the bleeding town was there as well.

 “Oh boy.” Taron mumbled loud enough for y/n to hear it. She nodded in agreement.

 “Hi.” A little voice said. Y/n looked down and saw her niece. She immediately let go of Taron’s hand to scoop the toddler up.

 “Oh, I’ve missed you so much munchkin.” Y/n said, playfully squeezing the little girl who let a roar of childlike giggles erupt from deep within her belly. It was all Emma could do to push her aunt away.

 “Ok, I’m done.” Y/n said as both her and the little girl caught their breaths.

 “Who’s dat?” Emma asked, looking over at Taron who had been watching the scene in front of him with awe. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his and y/n’s children be that happy to see family they haven’t seen in a while.

 “Emma, this is Taron. Taron this is my niece, Emma.” Y/n introduced.

 “Hello Emma, it’s nice to meet you.” Taron said as he held out his hand to the little girl. Emma looked at his hand. She wasn’t sure what to do and that made y/n chuckle. She took her niece’s hand and placed it in Taron’s large hand, making a shaking motion.

 “You shake it like that.” Y/n said, watching as Emma gave Taron a shy smile.

 “Food?” Emma asked, looking at her aunt.

 “Yes, let’s go get food.” She replied, moving Emma to her hip so that she could take Taron’s hand again.

 The trio staying connected at the hip the rest of the night, or at least until Scott, Becca and Emma went home for the night.

 =

 The next morning, y/n woke up with the rooster. Yes, her family had chickens and a small menagerie of other animals.

 What she didn’t expect was to see her shirtless boyfriend standing at the window watching as the sun came up.

 “Hey you.” Y/n greeted as she wrapped her arms around his bare torso as she came up behind him.

 “Morning love.” Taron replied and y/n placed a gentle kiss to the middle of Taron’s back. He smiled and sighed in contentment.

 “How’s it feel to be back in Texas?” Y/n asked. Taron had been in Austin while filming Blackbird but this was different. They were together in her hometown where she grew up and went to school.

 “Even better now that I have you with me.” He replied, turning around to face her.

 Y/n took in his appearance. His eyes still tired looking and his hair was disheveled from their night. No, nothing like that, it was just hard to get comfortable in a bed that was only meant to fit one person as the guest room had been taken up by Hilly for the night.

 “You look you could use a coffee and maybe a good old southern breakfast.” Y/n said, ruffling Taron’s hair.

 “Oi.” He griped, swatting her hand away. Both of them giggling.

 “Come on, get dressed.” Y/n said.

 “Yes ma’am.” Taron joked, doing his best at a southern drawl. Y/n shook her head and rolled her eye playfully.

 “I love you, doofus.” She said, giving his lips a quick kiss before disappearing out of the room to go and get herself ready for the day.

 =

 By the time that y/n was ready, Taron was downstairs talking with her parents waiting for her. He had taken that small opportunity to ask her parents for y/n’s hand in marriage and he was happy to say that they enthusiastically gave their blessing.

 They got to know him really well the night prior and they saw how Taron and their daughter interacted. It brought them so much joy to know that their daughter had found herself such a sweet and caring man who seemed to be willing to do anything to make her happy, even if it was bringing her a plate of her aunt’s cherry pie.

 “Hi babe, ready to go?” Y/n said as she bounded into the kitchen. Taron nodded and finished the glass of water y/m/n had given to him when he admitted he was nervous to talk to them.

 “You bet.” He replied.

 “We’ll see you two later. Love you.” Y/n said as she ushered Taron out of the kitchen and to where her old truck was.

 =

 The drive around town was peaceful and magical. The sun kissed the buildings with a warm golden glow. The birds were chirping away as they gathered around trying to catch their breakfast.

 “I could live here you know.” Taron admitted as they pulled up to the best café in town, Java Ranch.

 “Are you serious? I didn’t expect that.” Y/n told him. He had always told her that he’d love to live in his hometown of Aberystwyth full time one day so to hear him say that he’d give that up to live here shocked her more than she thought it would.

 “I know we haven’t been here that long but from what I’ve seen this place has a real sense of community and everyone is so friendly. I wouldn’t mind raising a family here.” He said, gauging her reaction. She swallowed and blinked at him slowly.

 “But what about your family? Wouldn’t they miss you and you them?” She asked and he shrugged.

 “Sure I’d miss them but no matter where we’d live, they’d support us.” He explained. Y/n nodded slowly.

 “Taron, we don’t even live together back home and you’re saying you want to live with me?” She said. She wasn’t afraid or anything, she just wanted to make sure she had this all correct. It was a lot to process.

 “Of course I want to live with you, but we can talk about this later. Right now I need food and coffee.” He replied.

 “You are about to fall in love with this place even more so be prepared my darling.” Y/n said as she slipped out of the truck.

 =

 Once the couple had returned from their adventures which including parking at the lake where y/n had gained her first broken bone at the age four when she was trying to balance on a log her brothers were playing on. She can remember wanting to be just as good at balancing as them but of course she lost her footing and landed awkwardly, resulting in a broken arm.

 “Hello you two. How was the outing?” Y/f/n asked, not looking up from his paper but knowing the sound of his daughter’s footsteps. Y/n blushed, and Taron tried to keep a straight face but was failing miserably.

 “It was enjoyable.” Y/n choked out. Y/f/n slowly placed his paper on the table and glanced at the pair with a raised brow. Taron stood behind y/n and gave her father a sheepish grin whilst y/n studied the wood paneling beneath her feet.

 “It’s a good thing your mother’s not here because you’d never live this down.” Y/f/n smirked.

 “Where is mom?” Y/n asked, managing to find her voice.

 “She went to get last minute items for the campfire tonight.” Y/f/n replied. Y/n nodded and took hold of Taron’s hand.

 “We’re going to go have a nap before mom gets back.” Y/n announced as she dragged Taron upstairs.

 “No funny business.” Y/f/n called, even if he already knew his daughter her boyfriend had some fun at the lake like most young couples. It was a known rule in this house that no ‘relations’ would happen if you weren’t married and that being said, Taron and y/n were lucky that they were allowed to stay in the same room.

 =

 Three hours later, y/n and Taron were well rested, sitting on the front porch swing enjoying the beginnings of the sunset whilst her parents got everything set for the fire that would be happening as soon as Scott, Becca, Ryan and Sofie arrived with their kids.

 “Today was really fun. I enjoyed it.” Taron said as he wrapped his arms around y/n tighter.

 “I enjoyed it too. It was fun showing you around.” She replied.

 “I especially loved the lake.” Taron whispered into y/n’s ear making her giggle. She had never parked there until today and she could see the hype. It was romantic as hell.

 “I can see why people park there now.” She said. Taron hummed, closing his eyes. Y/n leaned into him further and played with his fingers occasionally stopping to run her fingers against the back of his hand.

 “I could see us raising a family here as well.” She whispered.

 “You can?” Taron asked, keeping his eyes closed, just enjoying the peace around them and the feel of his girl in his arms.

 “I can see us putting the kids to bed and sitting outside like this just talking and enjoying being with each other.” She explained. He smiled and uttered the two words he’d been dying to say for the past few months.

 “Marry me?” He muttered. Y/n’s smile dropped. She wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly.

 “What?” She asked nervously. At this, Taron removed one of his hands from y/n’s grasp so that he could reach into his pocket and retrieve the ring he’d brought with him.

 Once in his grasp, he moved his hand so that she could see the ring.

 (The ring that he gives her)

“Y/n, will you marry me?” He asked again. Y/n didn’t know what to say as she was speechless. This was such a huge moment in her life, but she couldn’t picture her future without him so of course the answer was an easy one.

 “Baby, I’d love nothing more than to marry you.” She said softly, turning her head to face him. He smiled at her and connected his lips with hers in a kiss neither of them had experienced before. It was full of love, passion and raw emotion. It was enchanting to say the least.

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Hi, I would love to request a story with Taron where he’s recording a song for his wife’s birthday and then invites her for a date at the recording studio without her knowing that it’ll be at the studio where she gets to hear his song for her for the first time 😄 Then they go for a walk through London late at night and after that they end up at home where Taron has smutty surprise for his wife’s birthday because he knows what she likes 👅😛 I would like the y/n form and with any other details I’ll leave it up to you so that it’s easier for you to write it 😁 I would like to stay anonymous but thanks for your lovely stories which I read as bedtime stories ☺️ can’t wait for the results! Thanks!

Note: Hi lovely! Thank you so much for this request. I hope it’s ok but I changed the storyline slightly to better fit the idea floating around in my head. If you’d prefer me to write the imagine to what you originally asked for, I’m more than happy to do so. Just let me know as I have taken a screenshot of your request and can stick to what you actually requested.

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With everything in her, y/n slammed her car door shut before angrily punching the steering wheel with all her might. Today had not gone to plan and she was well and truly ready to quit and leave her asshole boss in the deceptive pit he currently found himself in. He was a snake and deserved everything he had coming to him.

Y/n was in the middle of the boxing match when her phone rang. She had half a mind to yell at the person on the other end but when she saw her husband’s name flash across the screen, she decided that a deep breath was needed if she wasn’t going to snap at him. It didn’t work though; she was still pissed off.

“What do you want Taron.” Y/n snapped, harsher than she meant to.

“Hello to you too. I just wanted to see what you fancied for dinner.” He replied as calmly as he could. He knew that her job was very stressful for her and with an added pregnancy on top of that, the stress was sure to turn to lividity eventually.

“The heart of that snake on a spit in the front garden.” Y/n seethed. Taron grimaced.

“Okay. Well, that’s murder, so, no.” Taron replied. Y/n sighed at that. She knew she was being a tad over dramatic, but it was hard to be positive around such negative people all the time.

“Want me to surprise you with dinner?” Taron asked, taking his wife’s silence as her contemplating on food choices…or the food choices the baby would prefer.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Y/n eventually answered. Taron smiled.

“I love you too, my darling.” Taron replied.

The couple spoke for a few more minutes before hanging up so that y/n could make the commute home and Taron could put his plan for the evening into action.

=

“T, I’m home.” Y/n called as she begrudgingly removed and kicked her shoes as far as they could go. Of course one of them had to knock over a small photo frame off a side table, sending glass flying in all directions.

“For fuck sake!” Y/n groaned out incredibly loudly. She really loved that frame.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Taron asked as he came hurrying down the stairs, careful not to step on any of the glass. Y/n rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“I want out of this place. I want to go somewhere far away and get fucking lost. No work, no family, no friends. Just you and me.” Y/n said, pointing at Taron seriously.

“First of all, you need to get undressed because I’ve run a bath for you and the food should be here soon.” Taron told her.

Y/n wanted to argue but every ounce of her being was screaming at her to get into the bath and soak in the water and leave all the bullshit of the work week behind. She nodded her head and let Taron lead her to the staircase so that she could avoid the glass shards.

Once y/n reached their bedroom, she hurriedly peeled her clothing off and threw it in the corner to be dealt with later. She walked over to the bathroom where the most wonderful scene greeted her. Candles dimly lit the room in a calming glow, music quietly drifted from Taron’s green and white portable speaker. Apple juice sat in champagne flutes with an ice cube and a couple raspberries and a bouquet of her favorite flowers sat sweetly in the corner of the bathroom counter.

“What do you think?” Taron asked as he snuck up behind y/n.

“It’d be better with you in the bath as well as food to accompany the juice.” Y/n answered truthfully.

“Well, it’s a good thing that the food is here and piping hot.” Taron replied, holding up the white bag. Y/n smiled brightly for the first time that day and hugged Taron the best that she could with her growing belly in between her and her husband.

“Shall we get in and enjoy this evening?” Taron asked. Y/n nodded and helped Taron get the food sorted before they both climbed into the warm water and cuddled into each other’s embrace.

=

A few hours later, Taron had y/n all tucked up in bed and watching her favorite Disney movie while he went downstairs to make them some dessert and get her surprise.

He had known for a long time that she had Disneyland on her bucket list of places to visit and since she was getting closer to the point of not being able to travel by plane in her pregnancy, this would be the perfect opportunity to take a babymoon trip to said destination. He was so excited to see her reaction to what he had been planning for them for months on end.

“Alright, here is the mega ice-cream sundae you asked for.” Taron said as he walked over to her side of the bed.

“Extra cherries?” Y/n questioned, not really taking her eyes off the screen. Taron smirked and pulled the jar of Maraschino cherries from his adidas track bottoms.

“Right here.” He replied, handing the woman the jar before getting his own sundae and hiding the basket of goodies as discreetly as he could. Y/n of course saw his movements in the corner of her eye but because she wanted her ice-cream and to watch the movie before her, she decided that she’d wait.

“Thank you so much for tonight, Taz, I really needed. More than I think I even realized.” Y/n spoke around a mouth full of dessert.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now, come here.” He replied, moving his arm to the side so she could curl into him and really relax.

=

Once the movie was done and both Taron and y/n had had their fill of food, it was the perfect time for y/n to pester Taron into telling her what he was trying to hide earlier.

“So, are you going to tell me what you were trying to hide from me?” Y/n asked before stretching. Taron looked at her and tried to play dumb but y/n saw right through it.

“Come on babe, please.” Y/n begged, adding her puppy eyes for good measure. Taron chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine. But you have to close your eyes and promise that you won’t open them until I say that you can.” He told his wife very seriously. The expression on his face told y/n that he meant business. 

She nodded in agreement and shut her eyes just as Taron stood up from the bed.

=

Taron took his time in gathering the giant stuffed Winnie the Pooh toy from his office. He had seen it in the window of the Disney shop after a business meeting he had. He knew that as soon as he saw it, it would be the most perfect thing to really sell the Disney trip to his wife. 

The one thing he forgot about was how much he struggled carrying it around as it was so heavy and was bigger in height than him. Thankfully though, he mustered up the courage and strength to haul the big yellow pile of fluff and fur up the stairs. Why he had his office downstairs was beyond him.

“Ok, are your eyes closed?” Taron asked as he opened the door a sliver. 

“Yep.” Y/n replied. Taron smiled to himself when he just barely caught sight of y/n’s face being hidden behind a pillow. He had to love her commitment to her promises.

Taron tried his best not to struggle getting himself and the bear through the door.

“I don’t know what you're up to but would you like some help” Y/n asked, hearing her husband staggered breathing.

“Nope, I’m almost ready. Just give me a second.” Taron said as he positioned the bear in the chair across from their bed and got the gift basket from where he had attempted to hide it earlier.

“Ok.” Y/n replied but she didn’t feel convinced.

Taron placed the basket on her lap and quickly glanced at everything before deeming it satisfactory.

“You can open your eyes now.” Taron told y/n. The woman excitedly did so and her jaw hit the floor when she saw the oversized gift in the chair.

“What the fuck is this?” Y/n gasped.

“Happy birthday baby.” Taron said, shrugging his shoulders in a bashful manner.

Y/n gaped at him. Surely she hadn’t forgotten her own bloody birthday. She reached for her phone and checked the date on her calendar.

“How the fuck did I manage to forget that?” Y/n questioned.

“You’ve been swamped with work. It happens.” He replied, coming round to his side of the bed and climbing under the covers.

Y/n looked lovingly at him. How did she get so lucky to have him in her life? He treated her so well and she couldn’t wait to see him as a father once little Hope arrived.

“Well, look inside.” Taron instructed, pointing to the closed gift basket. Y/n frowned slightly and did as he said.

She felt her heart start to race. She whipped her head back up to look at Taron.

“Are you for real?” She questioned, stunned that he’d actually remembered. Taron nodded.

“We leave on the 17th.” Taron said, confirming that we’re in fact going to Disneyland.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening. I feel like I’m dreaming.” Y/n giggled.

“Well it’s about to get better because I planned a special date night for us while we are there.” Taron admitted, making y/n raise her brow. 

“Do tell Mr. Egerton.” She said whilst pawing through the rest of the basketed goodies he had bought for her.

“I won’t give it all away but it involves Cinderella.” He said, knowing that it was y/n’s favourite Disney princess.

“Oh. I must say, I’m intrigued.” Y/n told her husband.

“It may or may not be your big birthday celebration.” He replied. He could tell how much she was beating herself up about forgetting her own birthday. He knew how to fix that though.

You see, for the past few weeks that he had been off of work, Taron had been going into the studio to record a song that he had written for y/n. He was a little stuck on what to write about and how to write it but with some very good advice and well needed assistance, Taron managed to get it done in time for tonight.

“Thank you so much for all of this. The food, the bath, the movie, the gift, everything. I’m so blessed to have you.” Y/n said truthfully.

“I may not be able to give you the world like I want to but I can damn well try.” He replied, making y/n lean in and kiss him.

“I love you so fucking much.” Y/n said, resting her forehead against Taron’s. He took that opportunity to press play on the stereo remote.

The soft music poured through the speakers and embraced the couple in the romantic notes. Taron smiled at y/n, stood from the bed and asked her to dance. She blushed and took hold of his hand. Both of them moving to an empty spot in their bedroom.

Taron and y/n swayed gently to the music so as to not upset the baby safely nestled within y/n’s belly.

“Even if the work has been really shitty, this is certainly making up for it.” Y/n whispered against Taron’s chest as he held her to him as close as he possibly could.

“Seeing you happy is one of the best things I could ever ask for.” Taron whispered back. Y/n hummed and closed her eyes.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before the song Taron wrote for y/n started to play.

“What’s this?” Y/n asked, not recognizing the song. Taron winked and pulled her close once more.

“Taron, what did you do?” Y/n asked again, now knowing that Taron was up to something.

He simply kissed her deeply and began swaying with her in his arms again.

“This is yours.” He whispered. Y/n pulled back enough to look at his face quizzically.

“I wrote this for you.” He said, smiling at her as his voice filled the room.

If y/n thought she was in love with the man in front of her before, this was a whole new level of the emotion she had no idea was possible. He had written a song for her and it meant more to her than he would ever know.

“You’re making me feel like a princess.” Y/n gushed shyly, hiding her face in the crook of Taron’s neck. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

“You’re my princess.” He replied.

The couple spending the rest of the night in each other’s embrace and maybe even closer than they currently were😉

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