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I MEANT JIMMY FUCK SORRY

35. Put your seatbelt on. WITH JIMMY AND

"Have you eaten today" WITH EGGSY IM SORRY LMAO

THE ROOFTOP

A/N: hi lovely!! I’m so sorry this took me an eternity, I haven’t been mentally well and I’m trying to keep up with all the request but finally I finish this I hope you like it and I promise I’ll start to work on your other request with jimmy! Hope you have a lovely day/night! And thanks a lot for your requests🩵🩵🩵

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It’s been two years since you started your relationship with Eggsy and with that, it’s been two years telling the most weird story of how you met. For you it starts like a normal day at your residency, that day you were supposed to be helping Dr. Park on a surgery but one of your coworker got late making you end up on the ER, You don’t hate to be on that area but this was a surgery that you like to see. You gave a quick look at the tests of the patient you were going to check on, you make your way to the cubicle, when you get inside and look at him you were a little surprise, It was your old neighbor, your father were friend with his father, but you lost contact when his mother married again. 

-Eggsy?- he smiled when he recognized you. 

-Yn? What are you doing here?

-I should be doing that question- you said -I’m a resident here, actually I’ll be your doctor today, do you want me to introduce me as I usually do?- you said -Hello, I’m doctor YN YLN, I’m going to be the doctor who is going to attend you today, tell me how your feeling Mr. Unwin?- Eggsy and you start to laugh. 

-You sound like that boy from up- he said, making you laugh. 

-I know we always said that- you said you left the papers on a little table and approach to him -I’m going to exam you- you put the stethoscope on his chest -please take a deep breath- you couldn’t help but blush when you met his eyes -Do you want to share with me how this happen- you notice that he start to think on something. 

-Oh uh… I got into a fight with some pricks in the pub- he said you look at him for a moment. 

-You know it will be better if you tell the truth to me- you said. 

-I…- but before he could say anything else a man came in. He had a couple of glasses and a nice suit, none of his hair was out of line. 

-Oh, Eggsy, I’m glad you’re doing better- he said.

-Yn, this is Harry, he’s my…

-Uncle- you looked at him suspiciously but you shrugged. 

-I think that because of the traumas you had, you need to stay here for a few days.

-We’ll do whatever you say, doctor- Harry said as he gave you a soft smile.

-Ok, I’ll tell everything to Doctor Martin so he can be updated with your case when he sees you…

-Wait, so that means that I don’t have to see you again?- Eggsy asked.

-You won’t get rid of me that easily- you said before you winked at him.

You visited him every day while he was in the hospital, you liked to be around him, you could talk about anything and he always made you laugh, before he left the hospital he asked you for a date, you had to admit that you were nervous but everything went great. That date became a second date and then you started dating. After your sixth month dating he told you about his real job, he warned you that it could be dangerous for you and if you want to leave him he’ll understand but instead you took a step closer and kissed him. You were worried every time he was on a mission, but this time everything was different, some woman want all the control for the drugs, eggs was on united state with another agency, Harry was back, the hospital was a chaos with all the people infected with poppy’s drugs, and the cherry of the cake was when he called you and tell you that they were going to fight the golden circle on Poppy’s island. You tried to focus on your patients but you were tense until Eggsy’s name appeared on the screen. 

-Oh god, I’m glad you’re ok- you said making him chuckle. 

-You didn’t think that I would make it alive, uh love? 

-I never doubt of you babe… when are you coming home, I miss you

-I miss you too, darling- he said -Have you been eating today?- you thought for a second. 

-Yeah- you said as you bit your lip. 

-Love, you know I know when you’re lying right?- he said, making you sighed. 

-Ok I haven’t eaten today, we were kind of busy giving all the infected people the antidote that some spy won.

-You mean that handsome spy that 's waiting for you in the medics room?

-what?- you said as you ran to that room, Eggsy looked at you with a smirk on his face.

-I’m going to hang up now love- you haven’t realized that you have your phone on your ear.

-how…

-I’ll tell you later but first follow me- you did as he said, you followed him to the rooftop of the hospital, you were a little confused but you forgot when you saw the view.

-God has been ages since I've been here- you said before you look at him.

-How did you know about this place?

-I… kind of followed you when I was here- he said ashamed.

-So you were a stalker, agent Galahad?- you said with a smirk.

-Just for you, babe- he said with a smirk, you get close to him and kiss him. 

-I really miss you- you said. 

-Me too- you noticed that something was bothering him. 

-Are you ok?-he didn’t answer right away, until he shook his head -Do you want to talk about it?

-I… I almost didn’t make it- you could feel the air stuck in your lungs -I’m here thanks to Merlin and it was my fault- you hugged him as he told him everything that happened and you kept hugging as he calmed down and stayed like that for a moment. 

-How you been, what’s new?- he asked you after a while. 

-Let’s see, I found something I want to show you- you said as you looked at your phone and showed him a photo on your phone.

-Look how young we were- he said. 

-Are you telling me old?-you jokes. 

-Well you’re not 11 years olds anymore- he said -you want to know a secret?- you nodded. 

-I had a crush for you- you could see the blush appearing in his face -I know we were kids but when I was with you, I was always happy and if I’m honest I always wonder what happened to you, so imagine my surprise when you were my doctor, I was excited and then this happened… and now with everything I’m sure of one thing.

-And what’s that?- you asked. 

-I realized that I want to spend my life with you- he said looking at your eyes.

-Are you…

-I’ll propose one day and I hope that you’ll say yes, but I’m pretty confident that you’ll accept- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes- come on love, let's get you something to eat.

-Eggsy- you stopped him -I love you- you pull him into a soft kiss -shit I don’t want to compete with everything you said but I just want you to know that I’m really happy when I’m with you- you gave him a quick kiss before you start to walk again -oh and I’m pretty confident too that I’ll say yes- he gave you a big smile -so you have to promise me something.

-Yes, I’ll introduce you to Elthon John- he said. 

-I was going to say that you have to always come back to me but now I want to hear that. 

-I promise- he said -come on, let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything- he said as he took your hand. 

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Mission - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine (Kingsman)

Title: Mission

Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin X Reader

Word Count: 1,058 words

Warning(s): argument

Summary: Eggsy is met with a familiar face when he begins the process of joining the Kingsman. That familiar face is ready for the pieces they so careful put in place to completely fall apart.

Author's Note: I found the first two films for free, so I spent my Sunday watching those. This was caused by those.

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It looked bad.

It looked really, really bad.

No matter how I looked at the situation. It all just looked bad.

Eggsy's clearly confused face when he saw me was going to tip off Merlin. I had been trained to handle questioning. But if it was Merlin asking about this specifically, I don't know how well I would be able to hide the truth.

But when Eggsy's face shifted, I felt my heart drop. He looked angry. Angry and confused and sad. I kept facing forward. Reacting to him in any way would tip Merlin off even more. I couldn't afford that.

I had taken a lot of pride in becoming a Kingsman.

Most people would, but mine was just a bit different. It was rare that I felt like I was good at something, but this... this I was good at. I was a damn natural at it.

And then, Eggsy had quite literally stumbled into my life.

A roadblock. An interruption.

I planned on completely forgetting him after we first met.

But we just kept meeting.

I kept a low profile in a place that was apparently close to where Eggsy and his mom were staying. We bumped into each other everywhere. The shop and the pub and just walking around. Like someone was constantly twisting our paths and making it inevitable that we had to meet.

The first time Eggsy asked me out, I refused.

I tried to play it off. Be light-hearted about the whole event. I did like him, but I had a few variables to account for. I truly believed that it was for the best.

And then, he kept asking.

He tried to do the same thing that I was. Play it cool and light-hearted. But he was persistent. Annoyingly persistent.

It was about a month before I finally agreed to join him for a drink.

The rest was history.

A very carefully hidden history, might I add.

I spent so long working my ass off to hide my work with the Kingsman from Eggsy and hide Eggsy from the Kingsman. I wasn't an idiot. I knew very well that what I was doing was dangerous and against the rules of the Kingsman. I just thought that I could handle it. I could juggle all of it without getting caught.

But Eggsy had to end up in the tunning for Lancelot's place. Of course.

And now, I was here, attempting to stare him and the other future recruits down without showing an ounce of emotion.

Needless to say, I almost sprinted away once the task was over.

"Hey!"

Well, I tried.

"Hey!" Eggsy repeated as he grabbed my arm. I yanked myself away, more out of instinct than anything else. "We need to talk."

I froze for a moment before sighing and nodding toward a room that was off to the side. Eggsy followed me.

"I can explain everything," I said.

"I'd quite like that," he replied. "Please, explain to me why you never bothered to tell me that you were a secret agent."

"I couldn't."

"After months? I didn't deserve to know after how long we've been together? How long we've known each other?"

I didn't have an explanation. I never thought that I was gonna need one. I should've been better prepared.

"What was I then?" he snapped. "I was a mission, right? Were you just getting information for Harry-"

"Will you keep your damn voice down-"

"Why," he asked. "Are you embarrassed? Or was I some secret mission? Tell me, did you get grossed out every time we kissed-"

I stepped forward and slapped my hand over his mouth, my other hand grabbing the back of his head.

"Shut up," I muttered.

He glared at me.

"Will you stop shouting if I move my hand away?"

He glared at me again for a couple of moments before finally nodding.

I pulled my hands away and held them up for a few moments as I stepped back.

"You weren't a mission," I explained. "Quite the opposite, actually. Eggsy, you were a risk."

"Well, that makes it better-"

"I could lose my position here," I stopped him. "You aren't supposed to have relationships when you're a part of this group. It's... It's high risk and secret. It's just not meant to happen. Being with you..."

"You did it despite the job, not because of it?"

I nodded. "The only thing I lied to you about was my job. Everything else... everything I felt... that was all real. Every last part of it."

He didn't speak for a moment.

I looked down, opting to play with my fingers instead of looking at him.

His shoes came into my line of sight. I looked back at him.

"Was it worth it," he asked. "Being with me, I mean. Was the risk worth it?"

I let a smile cross my lips. It felt like every memory and emotion that I had experienced with him flew to the forefront of my mind. All of them hitting me at once. Not in a bad way. Not even close.

"Every second of it," I said.

There was a pause as a smirk grew on his face.

"Every second," Eggsy repeated. "Is that right?"

"Don't get cocky about it," I muttered.

"Cocky? Me? Never."

I rolled my eyes but was still smiling.

"So... can we-"

"Not here," I stopped him as he went to lean in. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I... I really can't lose this job. It's the one thing I've been properly good at."

"Alright..."

"Survive the tasks and we'll plan from there," I promised.

"How long will that take exactly?"

"I can't tell you that... first because I'm not supposed to and second because you will hate the answer."

Eggsy seemed to deflate in front of me.

"I'm sorry... I never thought this would happen. I really have no idea what to do about any of this."

"It's alright," he shook his head, reaching out to touch my hand. "I can wait."

"You sure," I asked.

He nodded. "It'll be worth every second."

I scoffed as he spun around on his heels and started walking away.

I tilted my head back a bit and mumbled toward the ceiling, "Dear... whatever entity is out there... please don't get him killed...

"I quite like this one."

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Amoreena

Elton’s music video production company sent a car to our flat. He had requested that Taron and I record a music video together. I wore a gray Henley tank top with denim capris and black converse. Taron wore a white t-shirt, faded jeans and white shoes. We stood in front of the full length mirror, Taron placed a hand on my right hip as I wrapped my left arm around his waist. I placed my hand on his chest as he held his phone in his left hand. We both smile as he takes a picture.

The car pulls up outside our flat. I grab my phone and purse. Taron places his phone in his pocket and grabs the set of keys. We grabbed our luggage and backpacks then placed them in the trunk of the car. We climbed in the backseat. The driver pulls away from the curb and makes his way to the location. Taron pulls out his phone and turns on camera mode. He begins “Exciting day today!” He moves the camera onto me, asks “What is going on today?” I say with a giant smile, “We are filming a video for the song Amoreena.” Taron then moves into view, says “Knowing the lyrics, you will get why I’m very excited.” then sticks his tongue out. I add while placing a hand on the right side of his jaw, “Elton requested specifically that the two of us do it.” He adds “Thank you Elton!” I give a kiss to the camera.

The driver eventually pulls up to a cabin that is going to be used as a set and housing for the crew. We grab our luggage and backpacks, thank the driver and make our way up the gravel walkway. When we stepped in the door, we were informed that once everyone is settled the director will go over the plan for the video shoot. Everyone gets rooms figured out and luggage placed in them.

Everyone spent a lot of the time relaxing and chatting. After hours passed, everyone gathered on the back porch with drinks cause it was a pleasant evening. Taron and I sat on one end of the couch and one of the crew members joined us. Taron draped his left arm on the back of it and I leaned into him. Another crew member passed out binders filled with pages of the schedule and shot lists. Taron and I shared one since all of our scenes are together. Before getting started the director informed us that Elton will be arriving for the shoot.

The director asked everyone to flip open to the first page. I took a sip of my drink when he began going through the pages. Once he went through all the pages, one by one and two by two people started making their way to bed.

Eventually, Taron and I were left by ourselves outside on the sofa. He places his lips on my neck just below my left ear. I tilt my head to the right to give him more access. He pulls away as I turn to face him and place my lips against his. As the kiss gets deeper and deeper, we move to against the arm rest where he is on top of me. After some time, he pushes himself up a little above me as my hands stay on his back. He looks at me and smiles then reconnects the kiss. Taron moves to my chest, I say breathlessly “We should…probably get…going to bed.” He stops, pushes himself up a little and says breathlessly, “I guess…you’re right…we got…an early…day tomorrow.” We sit up and readjust our clothing. Taron stands up, puts his hands behind him and I grab them. We make our way to our room and get ready for bed. Once under the covers, we didn’t go to bed right away.

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The next morning, everyone got up really early. We loaded up all the equipment and anything that was needed for the shoot. Once everyone and everything was packed into cars, we took off. Everyone drove to an open field, the light was still in the golden hour. Everyone started unpacking cars and placing equipment where needed from their notes.

A female team from the wardrobe department showed me the sundress they picked out for me to wear. It was mid-thigh, yellow with a white floral print and spaghetti straps. They also gave me strappy sandals to match. The team stood around one of the cars as protection holding up towels over the windows so I can change. Taron was in another car changing as well. We both stepped out of the cars at about the same time. He says “Babe, you look beautiful.” I saw that Taron was wearing dark grey textured suit pants, a white button up shirt and suspenders. He was also wearing white tennis shoes. My jaw dropped when I saw him. He asks “What?” I tell him “You look very handsome.” He gives a shy smile.

We were then escorted to a tent being used for hair and makeup. The team gives me a natural makeup look and gives my hair beach waves. All they do to Taron is apply little makeup. We step out of the tent and everyone was ready for us. I intertwine my fingers with Taron’s and place my left hand on his forearm. We were escorted to where the camera stood along with the director and production crew.

They were standing in the middle of the field. The director explains the shot for us and we get in our positions. The director shouts “ACTION!” Taron begins walking toward the camera singing Lately I’ve been thinking/How much I miss my lady/Amoreena’ in a cornfield/Brightenin’ the day break/Livin’ like a lusty flower… The director motioned to me and I run behind Taron with a smile on my face and grab his left arm and pull him with me. He chases me and eventually catches me. He continues Runnin’ through the grass for hours��� Taron places his hands on my waist and lifts me up. I place my hands on his shoulders as he lowers me. His arms then go around my waist as he lifts and spins. The director shouts “HOLD!” We move to the next shot real quick which was Taron and I laying on the ground. I lay on the ground as he lays on top of me. I get a good grip around the back of his shoulders then the director goes back, shouts “ACTION!” Taron and I roll a few times as the words Rollin’ through the hay, oh/Like a puppy, child We ended with him back on top of me, he then kisses me. Director shouts “CUT!” We stop. Taron stands up and then helps me up. We brush off our clothes.

The director tells us “Nicely done. It looks really good, come take a look.” Taron and I go over to the monitors. He stands close behind with little space in between. We watched the footage and were happy with it. Someone from the crew shouted “Elton is here!” Everyone cheered.

Elton’s car pulled up and everyone gathered to greet him. Taron and I stood back a little to wait. Elton steps out saying “Hello.” Everyone at the same time, said “Hi.” He asks “Where are my two stars?” My fingers are intertwined with Taron’s as we made our way through the crowd. Once up front, I wave and say “Hi Elton.” He says “There they are.” I let go of Taron’s hand as Elton gives us both a hug and kiss on each cheek. The director says “Elton, we just finished the first set of shots. If you want to take a look?” Elton hooks his arms around Taron and mine’s as we are lead to a tent with another set of monitors.

We watch the footage and when it finished Elton said “Perfect! This is why I chose you two.” Taron wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him. He then kisses my right temple. Elton then had a thought, “Actually one thought…” Everyone listened. He continues “Can we get a shot of a sunrise over a cornfield?” The production manager says “We will make a note of that and get on that.” Elton then says “I don’t think I have any other notes.” I wrap my arms around Taron’s waist and move myself to face him. I pull him close to me and whisper in his left ear, “Can you wear this outfit more? Cause it’s kind of turning me on.” He then whispers in my right ear, “If only you keep this sundress? Cause I enjoyed rolling in the grass with you.”

Everyone works on packing things up back into the cars. When I go change out of the dress, I ask “Is it possible to get a dress very similar to this one?” One of the women asked, “Taron like it?” I feel my face get hot as I nod and tell her “Yes.” She tells me “We for sure can.” I say “Thank you.”

When I met back up with Taron, I wrapped my right arm around his waist and told him “They told me that they will get me a dress similar to that one.” Taron says “Yeah.” We had a few hours until our next shot. We joined Elton and the crew for some lunch. Everyone caught up with Elton and checking out the location. I even saw some people lay in the grass for a nap.

I talked with Elton for a little bit and we made plans to spend time together when the shoot is over. Some of the crew and I went for a walk. We found some pretty flowers and animals. At one point, Taron held his hand out to me as I intertwine my fingers with his, he led us to an area away from everyone else.

I face him and hold a hand in front of my face to block the sun. I ask “Why did you bring me here?” He says as he takes a step closer, “I wanted a little bit of time where it’s just us…alone.” I step closer, wrap my arms around the back of his neck and squint. I ask “What did you have in mind?” He wraps his arms around my waist and says an inch from my mouth, “This.”

Taron places his lips against mine. My tongue is against the back of my bottom teeth as his touches mine. It’s like foreplay and then they fight for dominance. He lightly loosens his arms and slides his hands under the hem of my tank so he is touching my bare skin. I pull away a little and say “Whoa there, cowboy.” He asks “What?” I ask “Are you saying you want to do it out here?” Taron looks at me and says “Not exactly. Just a little something.” I look around and make sure no one is around.

He gets a smile on his face and then sits on the ground. He rests one arm on his bent up left knee and right leg stretched out. I kneel on the ground in between his legs. I kiss him and tangle my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. He places his right hand on the back of my left upper thigh and wraps his left arm around my shoulders. I feel both of his hands grip tight on my skin and over my capris. Taron leans back taking me with him. Laying on the ground, I smile against his lips and brush my hair behind my left ear. As our mouths move in unison and our tongues fight for dominance, his right hand slides further up my thigh to my butt. He gives a slight squeeze. I kiss down his chin until I get to his neck and leave trails along it. When I reach the mole on his neck, I suck a little. I then move back to his lips.

I tighten my knees against his sides as he sat up slightly. Taron tightens his arms around my waist and turns a little to gently lay me on my back. He pulls away and we look at each other. I smile up at him then he leans his head down and begins leaving trails of kisses on my collarbone and moves further down. I tilt my head back a little. Taron moves back up to my neck and leaves marks on both sides. We lay there and make out for a little while longer when we decided it was time to get back.

No one asked where we were. I had a feeling they all knew. Everyone climbed into the cars as we make our way back to the cabin for the next set of shots.

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We all unpacked everything from the cars and set up the equipment. One of the crew members set up a director’s chair next to the director by the monitors for Elton. The director and production manager goes over the plans for the shoot with Elton.

The wardrobe team had me change into a strapless bra, matching underwear with a pair of athletic shorts over. They also gave me a terry cloth robe to wear over. Taron wore the same outfit he wore in the field minus the suspenders but with a few buttons undone. Someone on the crew started a fire in the fireplace.

I stand by it to warm up. Taron joins me, he asks “You okay?” I tell him “I’m a little nervous about these set of shots.” He asks “Why?” I untie the robe and open it slightly for him to see. I tell him “Cause you are the only one who has ever seen me dressed like this.” He reassures me “It will be fine. Just pretend it is only you and me in the room with Elton playing in the background.” I let out a deep breath. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pull me towards him. I wrap my arms around his waist as he rests his chin on the top of my head. The director says “Let’s get in position.” Taron kisses my forehead.

The first shot in the cabin is of me in the bedroom. There was a white eiderdown comforter laying across the bed. I crawl under it and then remove the robe. The production manager said “Go.” Into a walkie as a few people on the crew started spraying the windows with a hose. Elton all of a sudden says “Wait.” Everyone stalls. The production manager gives word to the people outside. Elton goes to the wardrobe team says something and one of them steps into another room and few seconds later back with a white button up shirt.

The person tells me “Elton thinks that you should wear this over.” I put it on and liked the look. I also noticed a scent coming off of the shirt and then it hits me, It’s Taron’s cologne. I do a small smile while I climb under the comforter. The production manager tells the people outside to spray the hoses again.

I bend knees, wrap my arms around them and look at the window. The music starts And when it rains, the rain falls down/Washin’ out the cattle town/And she’s far away somewhere/In her eiderdown I then stretch my legs out and lay back onto the pillows behind me. I put my left arm above my head and rest my right hand on my stomach. The music continues And she dreams of crystal streams/Of days gone by when we would lean/Laughing, fit to burst upon each other The director shouts “CUT!”

I sit up and stretch as they review the footage. The director comes over by the bed and tells me “It’s good but when you lay back on the pillows…look up toward the ceiling and be lost in thought with a hint of a smile.” I tell him “Got it.” We reset back to where I am sitting up with my arms wrapped around my knees. Music starts and when it gets to the And she dreams… I lay back as before and look up at the ceiling which is where a camera was positioned. I get lost in a thought and give a hint of a smile. Someone on the crew cuts the music and the director yells “CUT!” I sit up as they review the footage. The director then says “Perfect. Set up for the next set of shots.”

I crawl out of the bed and readjust the white button up shirt. I walk out to the living room and see the crew already beginning to get things set up. The next scene is where Taron and I will be together.

I head to makeup so they can get me ready for the next scene. They didn’t do too much except touch up some spots. The crew set up the shot. The eiderdown comforter will be draped over the couch and I will be sitting on it wearing the same thing as the bed shot. Taron will be sitting in a chair facing me and it’s supposed to be like him ‘imaging.’ A crew member stirred the fire and added kindling.

“Okay, let’s get into positions.” The director told us. I walk to the couch and sit down on the comforter. They had me sit against the arm rest facing the fireplace. Taron sits in the arm chair facing me. I was handed a green apple. Taron places his left hand on his chin, looks at me as if imagining.

The music begins I can see you sittin’/Eatin’ apples in the evenin’… I take a bite of the apple and try to make it look sexy. The music continues Fruit juice, flowin’ slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly/Down the bronze of you body The director shouts “CUT!” As the juice is flowing down my chin. He says “Let’s try it again. This time we might need more apple juice spilling down.”

Taron gets up from the chair and walks over to me. He sits down on the cushion next to me. I lean closer to him. He tells me “You looked pretty sexy to me.” Taron then leans close to me and licks my chin. I giggle. We reset and do it again. This time the director was happy with it cause he let the music continue.

The director yells “CUT!” I then get cleaned up from the apple juice. The next scene Taron and I are in it together again but this one is closer.

The crew fixed the comforter on the couch. I came back out and Taron had taken my spot on the couch. I stand in front of him, he asks “You ready for this next one?” I tell him “Ohh yeaahh.” He removes his shirt and I feel my jaw drop. He draped it on the back of the couch. He leans back against the arm rest and I straddle him. One of the crew members opened one of the windows in the living room and a blast of cold air came in. I said “It just got cold in here.” Taron says with a cheeky grin, “I’ll warm you up.”

I remove the button up I’d been wearing and toss it onto the floor. I lay down on him and he drapes the comforter over us. I fold my left arm on his chest and my right hand on the side of his torso. I lay there listening to his heartbeat. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. The music plays as I feel Taron mouth the words Oh, if only I could nestle/In the cradle of your cabin/My arms around your shoulders/The window wide and open/While the swallow and the sycamore, whoa/Are playin’ in the valley I rest my chin on my hand and look up at Taron. He looks at me, smiles then continues Oh, I miss you, Amoreena/Like the king bee misses honey We look at each other lovingly as the music fades.

The director shouts “THAT’S A WRAP!” as everyone cheers. Taron and I sat up, stretched and put on comfortable clothes. The rest of the night, food was ordered in and everyone relaxed after a successful video shoot.

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[thelvrsera]

THE GOOD , THE BAD , AND THE CHOSEN — MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

INTRODUCTION

explore the life-long relationship between keene + the agent

PLAYLIST (playlist is currently private + unfinished)

music to help you live in the moments

HEADCANNONS

little snippets of the what could have been the perfect fairytale

CHAPTER - LIST

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

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

#the adaptation 🌸 #jimmy keene x fem!reader #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fanfiction #jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader #black bird #taron egerton #x reader #fanfic #show based

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

Looking Dapper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You’re still a busy body then?’ 

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

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

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

‘I didn’t mean-’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Y/N…’

‘Taron. What am I to you?’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You said-’ 

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

‘You’re falling in love with me?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why can’t you?’ 

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

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

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

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

You looked at her in confusion. ‘Women.’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Taron-’ 

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

‘T-’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Wanna feel you coming undone around me.’ 

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

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

‘Don’t have a condom,’ he muttered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Jesus Christ that was…’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oi, you two.’ 

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

‘Yes, Sian?’ He asked innocently.

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

‘We’ll be right there.’ 

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

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

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[euphternal]

pink sweetheart AU 💓

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

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[tegerton]

Dude, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! Does anyone even remember me? Sorry for the very long hiatus, but I’m dipping my toes back into fanfic writing. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. What better way to come back with trying out an original story, that’s right this bad boy is coming from my head.

You can all thank @justsomerandomfanfic for waking me up. Seriously, thank you so much for liking my writing. It means the world (I thought my writing was pretty bad not gonna lie haha) but I am so glad I can make someone’s day with it! Apologies in advance. Please let me know if I should add any specific warnings! Hearts, reblogs, and comments are lovely!

I am going to try and attempt a GN reader x Eggsy (please let me know if I need to fix anything)

Eggsy x GN Reader

Word Count: A little over 1k

Warnings: Implied fighting and not so great friends (it’s not too bad tho)

It was supposed to be just a chill night out with some friends at a rather less crowded bar. Yeah it was anything but that. Once the words “Manners, maketh, man.” were thrown into the mix and all bets were off the table. Various objects like tables, chairs, and umbrellas went flying as their eyes scanned to find various things.

1. Find a safe exit (The front doors had been barricaded shut, but there’s got to be an emergency exit somewhere in this dump).

2. Stick with the people you know.

3. Get out.

After a few close attempts the group decided to book it for an exit that was in the back of the little kitchen in the bar. The friends left in a hurry not giving their final remaining friend a clear plan.

“Thanks guys! Thanks for not TELLING ME THE PLAN!” The tone was in the midst of transitioning from rather annoyed to fearing for their life. But rather than hearing screams and carious grunts the room was eerily silent. It’s at this moment that they realized someone just saw their outburst. Turning to face the one man army they noticed the umbrella that had been previously used to take out at least half of the patrons in the bar who are currently laying on the ground. “Put the umbrella down.” The rather well dressed man slowly followed orders as he gently placed his Kingsman umbrella onto the floor. “Now, unlock the doors.” With some loud clicking the entrance was now unlocked. “Ok I’m going to leave.” It was an agonizingly slow exit as they never turned their back on the stranger.

“Sorry I ruined your night out.” Once his accent came out their heart dropped just the tiniest bit, it didn’t help that he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck exposing a rather good physique in the muscles of his arms.

“No, do not try to play the cute guy card with me.” Their hands pressed onto their hips as the shortness of breath from the entire situation finally caught up. A strained sigh came over as the lights reflecting off the rainy pavements were not helping.

“The cute card?” His hands fixed his suit as he finally exited the bar smoothly opening the umbrella right over both of their heads. “I’d rather say I’m just charming in general.” His wink was met with a side eye. “Alright I kind of get the sense that maybe I did something wrong.”

“Hmmmm I’m not sure let me go ask someone in the bar if they know,” It was the fake walk back to the bar that made him chuckle. “Oh yeah that’s right, they’re all passed out!”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I was Batman or something?”

“Batman doesn’t fight crime dressed like Bruce Wayne.”

“Batman isn’t Bruce Wayne.” The seriousness in his voice just made the joke even better. Their eyes rolled with a smile as a well deserved slug was met on his shoulder. “Let’s start over,” He offered his hand for a shake. “Eggsy.”

“Eggsy?” The bridge of their nose scrunched up in thought. “I haven’t been in the UK that long but I will admit that’s the most unique name I’ve come across so far.”

“Well my real name is Gary but I go by Eggsy!” His face was beaming as he explained the story of his nickname. On the other hand the poor bystander was just wanting to go home.

“Yeah that’s really cool and all but I kind of need to get home.” It was their polite yet desperate grimace and the shuffling of feet that made Eggsy connect the dots. Maybe don’t go straight for someone you’re interested in right after making them think they were your next victim. The string of muttered curses that left his lips made it hard to not fall deeper into the surprisingly chill and trendy guy. “Y/N, forgot to tell you. That’s my name.” Finally learning the mystery person’s name gave Eggsy a little faith that he wasn’t a complete failure with charming someone.

“That has to be the weirdest name I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh shut up!” In what would be the weirdest of situations the two found light at the end of the tunnel, a blossoming friendship that Eggsy only dreamed would turn into something else only with time. “No but seriously I have work at 7AM, I need sleep.”

“Do you need a ride?” A part of Eggsy was holding onto hope that the offer would be accepted but he knew the chances were slim.

“As much fun as that sounds, I drove here.” Y/N held up their keys as they pressed the lock button a couple of times causing the car to beep back. “Thanks for the offer.” The night was cold as they rubbed their hands together. “I hope to never see you pissed off at a bar ever again.” A cheesy smile was plastered on their face as Eggsy’s face flushed slightly but due to the cold weather he was able to hide it.

“Yeah hopefully next time we meet, it isn’t like this.” Y/N’s head turned towards him as they laughed a bit.

“What do you want my number or something?” The laugh died fairly quickly as they noticed the look on his face.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed.” He gently kicked a nearby rock. After a quick number exchange the two finally went their separate ways. Y/N noticed the number scribbled on the back of some business card as they slipped it over for further inspection.

“Kingsman?” Some store they had never heard of as they just got in their car and headed back to their apartment. Opening the door their roommate came barreling through giving them a hug.

“Oh my gosh, I was so worried when we lost you at the bar!” Y/N’s shoulders slumped into the hug.

“Yeah you guys were real worried alright.” The tone and sentiment were definitely called for especially since nobody even reached out to help. Not wanting to give it the light of day Y/N just went to their own little room and locked the door. That whole friends thing was for another day, but not now.

The next morning was uneventful as their shift went by with nothing really special happening. Not a bad day, not a good day, just a day. But hey at least the customer’s weren’t the absolute worst today.

“Can I clock out?” The manager slightly jumped in her seat not noticing their hire, engrossed in their emails.

“Oh yeah, thanks for your help.” And with the okay to leave it was a race to find somewhere to get food. With food on the brain, they almost passed something until a shiny golden logo caught their eye. It was the Kingsman store, Y/N took a peek through the window to see what exactly was being sold there but was met with Eggsy who sat across from another man dressed up just like him.

“No way.”

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hello lovely,

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

PS.Make it as smutty as you wish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yuck!

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

*FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*END OF FLASHBACK*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both women turned and glared at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

=

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.

=

Jimmy’s kisses assaulted her body and set it on fire. His hands were strong and skilled, his lips well trained and his tongue, it should be registered as a weapon of mass destruction. The way it methodically lapped at her most sensitive area had her writhing in absolute pleasure. Never in her life did she think that she would be under this man, but she could see why he had so many women after him. He was for lack of a better word, a devilish sex god.

“Oh fuck.” Y/n gasped as Jimmy removed his fingers slowly. The sensation giving her belly butterflies.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long.” Jimmy whispered, making y/n gaze up at him. She didn’t know whether to be turned off by that admission or turned on by it but with the way her body was feeling at that moment, she chose to let those words fuel her lust for him. She was enjoying this way too much and she really wanted the full Jimmy Keene experience.

“Shut up and fuck me.” Y/n moaned out as she felt Jimmy’s fingers teasing her.

Jimmy chuckled lowly and gave her a naughty smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He replied. Oh god this was good.

=

The next morning as the sun beamed in through the curtains of the lavish and expensive looking master suite, y/n woke with a start. Somewhere there was a loud whirring sound, and she was not appreciative of it. She was someone who hated being woken up early on the weekend. She viewed weekends as a time of rest and relaxation, not noise and chaos.

Y/n growled lowly and attempted to stretch but when she felt her body protest, she remembered the absolute pounding she received from the man no longer next to her. That’s when she realized that it must be him making such racket.

She gently maneuvered her sore, stiff and somewhat bruised body from the confines of Jimmy’s bed to go and see what he was up to but as soon as her feet hit the ground, the bedroom door opened to reveal Jimmy carrying a tray of assorted foods.

Eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and some sort of weird looking pastry. Not to mention whatever the fuck he felt was important to blend early in the morning.

“Morning beautiful.” Jimmy said, coming to a stop on his side of the bed.

“Morning. What is all of this?” Y/n asked, finding it difficult to watch his movements as her body was still facing the door.

“Sore?” He asked, dodging her question.

“What do you think genius.” Y/n snapped a little. Jimmy looked at her and raised his brow.

“Not a morning person I see.” He replied.

“Not on the weekends and especially not when someone wakes me up with their fucking noise.” She told him. Jimmy nodded.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He said, making y/n’s brows shoot up.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” She questioned with a hint of distain to her voice. Or maybe it was just sleep.

“Well, I assumed after you kept screaming my name over and over again last night, there would be a next time.” He said cheekily.

Y/n blushed and shook her head as she finally moved her body to lay back against the pillows.

“Cocky bastard.” Y/n muttered but made sure it was loud enough for him to hear.

Jimmy smirked at her.

“Try that again and maybe there will be a next time.” Y/n told him. She really did mean what she had said the night before. He really needed to tone down his actions if he wanted to get further in life.

“You’re right but I really would like it if we could do this again.” Jimmy said genuinely.

“The sex or dinner?” Y/n questioned.

“Dinner but I wouldn’t mind the sex part either.” He teased.

“Alright you horny prick, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” She replied as she made grabby hands toward the tray of assorted goods he brought up for them to enjoy.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Hiii! Could I request a Taron eggerton story? Where he is in readers hometown filling a movie and they somehow run into each other? But she doesn’t recognize him at all and it’s him wanting to keep seeing her and finally she is able too figure who he is?:)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I wanted to make this perfect because I liked this request very much. Hope you enjoy it like I enjoyed writing it. Have fun, tulip!

Love Letters from Unknown

Summery: You fell in love with your pen pall...

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader Warning: pen palls to lovers, fluff, a little sadness but nothing too sad

gif credit to @rottencoconut

It’s funny how many people are oblivious to their surroundings. You were no exception. One day you decided to take another route home and bump into your now boyfriend. At the time you didn’t connect the dots on who he was. He found it amusing to see the wheels in your head turning till they clicked into place.

You were walking the longer road back home. It was warm today and you wanted to soak up as much of the warm sun beams as possible. You were too distracted by the bees and bumblebees humming in the park to see the man jogging in your direction. The man was shortly looking at his phone before the accident happened.

You both stumbled onto the green grass. Your eyes were closed, the body on top of you heavy. You let out a small squeak out of shock. The man on top was convinced he crashed into a mouse. Slowly he got up on his forearms before pushing himself up into a push-up position. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was running. Stupid phone.”

You opened your eyes slowly. Above you saw the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. “It’s okay. I got distracted too. Not from my phone but cute bees.” The soft chuckle made your already racing heart skip a beat. “That’s understandable. These little helpers are fascinating creatures.”

The man stood up and like the gentleman he was he held out his hand and helped you up from the ground. You were so memorized by his strength you didn’t register him talking to you. As you snaped out of your haze you looked at him puzzled before asking him to repeat his question. “I wanted to know if you would like to go and have a coffee with me. As an apology for running you over. Literally.” You smiled sheepishly at him before nodding in agreement.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun with a complete stranger. You talk about nothing and everything. Hobbies, last trips. Places he should visit in your town. He told you he was here for a film project. You heard about it put forgot who was staring in the film.

The one coffee date turned into five coffee dates, three lunch and two dinner dates. Your cheeks felt like they had a six pack from all the smiling and laughing. You wished he could stay longer but the film was raped. Before he went back to his second home, London, he gave you his phone number and address. You once told him you missed writing letters.

After a week went by you got your first letter. It was a postcard with the water-coloured skyline of London. It was beautiful. He wrote to you about his week. How it was boring without you and that he missed your smile that could lighten the rainy days in the city. You giggled the whole time while heat crept up your cheeks.

Over the span of six months you exchanged letters, little gifts, pictures, and little poems you found or wrote. One of you would call the other you would talk for hours. One day a letter arrived. It was longer than the others you had received from him. You opened it eagerly and nearly dropped his note. You read it before you fell into a confused state of mind. Taron wrote about a plane ticket booked for Friday 10 AM. You looked into the envelope before looking at the floor.

You called him immediately. As he picked up the first he heard wasn’t a ‘Hey, how are you?’ No you called him an idiot and wanted to give him the money back. He declined before asking your clothing size. You were confused but gave him your size anyway. You asked him why but he just made a noise and began to ask you about your day.

Your nerves became more restless as you flew closer to London. Your stomach made flips as you stepped out of the plane with your luggage. You looked into a window and saw the mess your hair was in. You shrugged and went on. Taron saw you with drool running down your chin and called you cute. This man was a keeper.

You saw him thanks to the sign he made for you. It was cheesy but you loved it. It read ‘Ms. Pen Pall’. You giggled as you stood before him. He mirrored your big smile before pulling you closer to him. His lips connected to you. You felt the butterflies you missed so much erupt and come to life again. You felt whole again. The need for air got bigger by the minute till the breakup was inevitable. He turned to your belongings, took all your luggage from your hands, shouldering your backpack and nodded to the exit. “Let’s go!”

The car ride to his apartment was quiet. Music was softly playing in the background. You looked over to him while leaning your elbow on the middle console of the car, “Why did you need my clothing size?” He smirked. “You see.”

Taron showed you the way to his apartment. You tried to take your luggage from him but he declined. He told you he was raised to be a gentleman. You huffed before giving up. You walked inside his apartment and immediately felt at home. Like all the tension was lifted from your shoulders.

Taron walked you to his bedroom before stopping in front of his closet. He smiled sheepishly at you, scratching his neck. “I told you I worked at the new movie they filmed in your town. Well I got cards from the premiere and wanted to treat you. I hope you like it. I hope it’s the right colour You only once mentioned what was your favourite one.” You saw a floor length dress in your favourite colour hanging from the rack in his closet. It was beautiful. Some stones caught in the light letting them shimmer. “T, I hope the dress wasn’t expensive.” He blew a raspberry at you, “Nothing is too expensive for my girl.” Your small smile widened into a big grin.

A car picked you up at six sharp. Nerves ran high. Your leg pounced up and down which could only be stopped by Taron laying his warm palm onto your thigh. You leaned on his shoulder, taking his other hand, and intertwining it with yours.

The car came to a hold before a red carpet. You were slightly irritated before the door opened and the photographers shouted Taron’s name. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened. You held Taron back by his biceps looking him deep in his stormy eyes full of amusement. “Oh my god! I am dating Taron Egerton and I didn’t even realise it.” Taron chuckled before kissing your cheek. “Let’s go. I wanna show you off.”

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American Boy

You snapped a photo of the front of the house as you stepped out from your Uber and sent it to Taron with a simple ‘?’ caption before grabbing your suitcase and thanking your driver.

Make yourself at home

Came the reply, quickly followed by two more messages.

I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Not sure exactly when though.

The house was modest to say the least. Small, cosy, and very private. It had a little courtyard garden with high walls covered in ivy, plenty of potted plants, and a bistro table and chairs in the corner which caught the last of the evening sunshine. It really was a home-from-home and you could see exactly why Taron had chosen it as his base for the 6-month long shoot. You could see yourself becoming attached to it too and not wanting to leave. Or maybe it was Taron you were desperate to not leave again, and you were projecting feelings onto a building instead. Best not to overthink it. The eight weeks of being apart had given you more than enough time for that as it was. You missed him like mad.

Can’t wait to see you. Hug you. Kiss you. Fuck you. X

In that order?

Preferably, but you know I’m not fussy. Wouldn’t say no to a blindfold either if you want to go down that path…

Behave!

Urrghhh.

Don’t take that to mean I don’t have plans for you.

Because I definitely do!

Then hurry up!

I love it when you’re desperate.

It’s been 8 weeks, desperate is an understatement.

The rush of texts fell silent as Taron’s break on set ended. It was a now familiar pattern. Waves of excitement, adrenaline and typing out replies as fast as you could without really thinking about filtering anything, followed by a sudden silence and the chance to take a breath. You’d talked about it on the phone with him one night. Said how it reminded you of the way he’d edge you. Get you right there and then pull away completely with his hands in the air and that cocky smirk on his face. He laughed down the phone at you but then apologised sincerely and explained how he didn’t mean to be a tease. The apology wasn’t needed though; you loved every second of it and the excitement kept your days of waiting more bearable. You only had a few more hours to go now. Your suitcase was unpacked. You’d rummaged through the fridge and smiled to yourself as you clocked the ingredients for your favourite seafood linguini, something which was obviously part of Taron’s plan for the days ahead, and then shrugged to yourself as you picked up the bottle of white wine and poured a large glass, hoping that it wasn’t essential to the recipe.

Before long you were half-way through the bottle, slumped down in the cushions of the sofa with your feet up on the table in the centre of the small living space thumbing through the multicoloured tabs of highlighted paper. It was easily the longest script Taron had ever had. None of the notes for his accent work made much sense to you, but you found yourself stopping to read the one page which was almost entirely black and white with stage directions. Naked. Thrusting. Panting. Arse-grabbing. Who knew script writers were this detailed with sex scenes?

“Honey, I’m home!” rang through the doorway in a familiar voice but unfamiliar accent as Taron stepped inside. You found yourself mirroring his grin as you thew his script over to the table without taking your eyes away from him. His shoulders were so broad that his grey t-shirt clung to him differently. It tightly cuffed his biceps which were much bigger and more defined than when he’d left London.

“Wow.” You spoke quietly to yourself, slowly getting to your feet and walking in to receive his warm and tight embrace. “You’re fucking huge.” You weren’t usually the ego stroking type, but you knew how hard he’d been working to get in this shape. It needed appreciating, he needed admiring, and you were absolutely the first in line for the job.

“Yeah, you like it?” He smirked with so much arrogance that you knew he was still playing up to his character. “It’s all for you, baby.” The new accent remained, and you found the corners of your mouth turning up that bit higher as you took it all in, tilting your head to one side as you felt Taron’s lips press firmly to your neck. It drew a calming sigh out of you. Your fingers danced up the back of his neck, encouraging him to greet your lips. They were soft and familiar. Everything you’d been craving each night before you closed your eyes and as soon as you woke up. Your kiss was long, initially gentle and loving, but a slip of your tongue and a graze of his lower lip gave away your impatient desires.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Your arms remained wrapped around his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes and left a sweet kiss on his still pouted lips.

“I’ve missed you more. You’re so gorgeous.” He slipped back into his British tone but immediately started to mirror your frown. “What?”

“I was liking that accent.”

“Really?”

“Mmmm, it goes well with all of this.” You ran your hands up and down his chest and could feel the firmness of the top of his abs. “I was just reading the start of your script too… quite fancy a bit of the fast car driving, drug dealing, gun carrying bad boy who fucks girls on his sofa butt naked.”

“Fucking hell, you’re horny.” He tried to roll his eyes at you, but the rest of his body let you know you’d just turned him on. His hands had lowered from your waist to your arse and pulled you in tighter to his hips. His mouth was softly open, his pupils darker, and you could feel his heart beating faster in his chest against the palm of your hand.

“Can you blame me? Look at you!” You teased him by inching closer to his lips but holding back your kiss. “So can I have my American boy back, please?” He couldn’t resist you and gave you a deep kiss in reply.

“You know I’ll do anything for you. Plus I kinda still need the practice.” He slipped back into it with ease and had you grinning. “Maybe there’s something else we can practice too…”

“Oh yeah?” You played innocent.

“We shoot it at the end of the week, and it’s a been a while since I-”

“Since you what?” His cheeks flushed crimson as you continued to tease and flirt with him, making him say it out loud despite knowing exactly what he was thinking.

“Since I had you bent over taking it from behind!” He slapped your arse cheekily as he found his cockiness returning. “and you’re clearly desperate for it having read page 17.”

“Page 17? Should I be praising your dedication to memorising your script that you’ve even got the page numbers down, or concerned by how many times you’ve read that page specifically in preparation?” His lack of verbal response told you everything you needed to know, but you couldn’t be annoyed when he looked so fucking gorgeous. It was hard to draw your eyes away from his, even with the offer of sex hanging so closely in the air.

“I’ve been imagining it’s you.” His tone was lower now. “We have a couch and I can be naked in less than 30 seconds, plus I’ve really missed your ass.” The American words slipping into his vocabulary were only adding to his allure and your desires.

“Now who’s the desperate one… come on then, I’m here and I’m all yours.” You held your arms up from his chest, physically surrendering yourself to his touch, strength and total control. His grin was wicked as his fingers gripped the hem of your top and pulled it swiftly up your torso and over your head. You watched his eyes scan over your chest, only losing focus for a split second when his own t-shirt blocked his view on its way off his body. Every single inch of him was toned to perfection. Your very own Michelangelo stripping naked before you, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

“One look at me and you’re already wet, I can tell.” He was down to his boxers, and you were now rushing to keep up, spotting him grabbing his semi from the corner of your eye as you kicked your loungewear to the side.

“It’s a good job we’re doing this doggy because I wouldn’t last 30 seconds if I could see the damage you were doing to me too.”

“We’ll test that out later.” Taron winked. “Now come back here.”

His fingers nestled in the back of your hair as he kissed you. The sparks started to fly deep down in your stomach as your tongues met over and over again. It had been way too long since you shared this intimacy. The heat between you was rising. Touching, caressing, kissing, licking. All instinctive. Taron’s hand slid between your thighs, softly teasing one of your most sensitive spots and drawing out a sweet moan against his earlobe. Your knickers were already damp for him, and he could feel it. He loved it. He stroked you harder because of it.

“T, fuck.” There was no way you could stop your body from curling into his with his touch. One arm draped around his shoulders, the other clinging to the back of his head as you firmly kissed his neck.

“God, you’re so ready for me.”

“I need you.”

“So. Fucking. Hot.” He swore under his breath, one word at a time to match his steps as he backed you across to the sofa. You felt your bra strap come undone as he pinched the fabric together behind your back. It didn’t take long to shimmy free of your underwear and pull Taron’s boxers down from his hips as you perched naked on the edge of the sofa. His erection was right there and waiting for you. If he felt anything like you did after the long time apart he’d go off quicker than a loaded gun so you started with a slow and light touch, looking up at his face to see him watching you intently.

“Don’t look at me like that already. I need you to last!” You warned him before teasing your tongue over his end and then up the full length of his shaft.

“I can take it. Go on.” He encouraged down at you, stroking his hands through the top of your hair and pushing you in to take him deeply. You worked smoothly and quickly, holding him in place as you bobbed, sucked, teased, and started to taste him. “Yes, y/n, yes!” Your eyes shot back up to his face at the sound of your name in his American accent and he smirked knowingly. It was one of the sexiest things he’d done. It left you gagging for a second as you lost concentration, so you pulled back completely to compose yourself. “Shit, you okay? I shouldn’t have gone that far that fast, I’m sorry.” Taron immediately crouched down to check on you and you could only smile at his concern as he softly kissed your forehead.

“I’m good, I’m good. Honest. You saying my name like that though… fuck me that was hot!” You admitted. “Do it again?”

“I love you, y/n.” He smiled widely.

“Nah, not the same that time.” You got back to teasing him, scrunching your nose up with a cheeky look of disappointment and he was on you in a flash.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Taron silenced your giggles with his lips, pinning you down against the cushions as he moved himself between your open legs. He could support his own weight through one arm with ease, leaving the other to roam freely up and down your body. Soft touches warmed your inner thighs, a stronger grip of your hip landed when he kissed you roughly and when he kneaded your breast you let out a moan which was heavenly to his ears. He guided himself inside you and your back arched up, allowing your chests to touch as you revelled at feeling him right there again.

“I’ve missed you.” You couldn’t hold back your thoughts.

“So much.” He added. “But this was meant to be doggy, and I’m really not going to last so we need to move.” You tried to kiss him again but failed from smiling too widely at how ridiculous this had all become.

“Just go hard and fast. We’ll both come, and then we can calm down, curl up together and be soppy twats, yeah?”

“Absolutely.” He couldn’t shake the smile from his face as he guided you into place, handing you a larger cushion to place beneath your chest for support and then steadying himself behind you. “I’ve been picturing this for weeks.”

Taron’s hands caressed down the bare skin of your back, out to your hips and back in over your arse before he entered you again. He was smooth and steady with his thrusts. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you rocked forward with his force. All your pent-up desires were finally being satisfied and it felt even better than you remembered. A short grunt came from Taron as he lifted his leg up to the sofa, his hand grabbing firmly against your hip and his own thrusts quickening. It was animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin. Your groans low, breaths heavy, concentration focused entirely on the build up to your releases.

“Ah, fuck.” Taron finally swore from behind you. “So good.”

“Go harder.” You responded before dropping your head back down and closing your eyes with the pleasure.

“I won’t last.” He panted back.

“Just do it!”

“Fuck.” He released your hip from his tight grip so he could firmly slap your cheek and give you that little bit extra you needed. It elicited a cry of delight from your lips and you knew you were so close to the edge. He kept it right there for you, never slowing down, just hammering in again and again and again.

“Yes, yes, oh yes! Fuck!” You carried him up with you, tightly gripping the back of the sofa as your orgasm hit and sent pulses of joy rushing through your entire body.

“Now. Shit, right now.” His teeth were gritted as he sucked in a deep breath and then came with a stuttering rhythm to his thrusts. He could feel you enjoying every second of him and there was nothing he loved more.

You each took a moment to relax and catch your breath, your smiles still wide, bodies finally satisfied. Taron was first to move, collapsing down next to you and reaching up to softly stroke along your back.

“You good?” He dropped his American accent again, but you weren’t going to complain this time.

“Mmmhm. That was exactly what I was craving. You.”

“Me.”

“Every single chiselled inch of you.” You let your fingertips dance over his stomach as you nestled down into his side peacefully.

“It won’t last I’m afraid.”

“Shhh. Let me enjoy it whilst it’s here.” You drew a soft giggle from him before he kissed the top of your head.

“That’s what I’m thinking about you. You’ll be gone again before I know it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not…”

You looked up into his eyes and knew instantly that you’d be staying with him for much longer than you’d planned.

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Requests:  How about Taron and the actress planning/discussing the sex scene ahead of time and things get heated

And Taron keeps speaking in the American accent after work so that he doesn’t lose it…. His gf comes to visit him in New Orleans and they try it out in the bedroom

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[shellbilee]

Because I cannot stop thinking about Taron courtesy of my current watching of BlackBird, I've realised that theres a real shortage of Taron smut on here!

So stay tuned for a smutty RPF fic coming at the end of the week 🙈

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[geo-winchester]

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

How about

35. Put your seatbelt on. With Eggsy?

THE COACH

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

TARON EGERTON MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-And what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-You ok?- he nod.

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

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

-God, what have I done to have you?

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

-And I love you too, Mrs. Keene.

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[bi-bard]

I've Had No Love Like Your Love - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine [Kingsman]

Title: I've Had No Love Like Your Love

Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin X Reader

Based On: Nobody

Word Count: 1,083 words

Warning(s): Insecurities

Summary: Eggsy's new job gives him opportunities and experiences that he could have never imagined. (Y/n) is worried that these experiences are going to pull him away from them. Eggsy tries his best to show that nothing he's done will ever be more important than them.

Author's Note: Pretty sure this happened because of the internet throwing edits about the second Kingsman film at me. Which I had a lot of fun watching, by the way.

WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I met Eggsy long before his life with the Kingsman started.

He had been this bubbly, sarcastic, and all-around-loving guy. It didn't take long for him to win me over. He was charming and sweet. I fell far faster than I cared to admit.

I was happier with him than I had been with anyone else. It was silly, almost delusional, but I was getting to the point where I felt like we were going to last forever.

And then, Eggsy found a new job.

He hid it from me at first, but after seeing how suspicious that looked, he dropped the act.

I could still remember vividly sitting across from him at my dining room table as he rambled on and on about what he was doing. The training and the gadgets and the assholes he had met through it all. He told me about how his being gone for days was because he was going on missions for a secret organization that I wasn't meant to know about.

I didn't believe him at first.

That's when he showed me some of the gadgets he had. He showed me some of the suits that they had given him. I got to know the Kingsman label.

I asked him if he was going to get in trouble for telling me all of this.

He kissed me and told me that he didn't care if he did. He'd rather that than lose me. Which did make me feel very special.

I accepted every part of it.

The long trips away, the small injuries that he came home with, the lack of a steady schedule. And the dog. The dog was a nice bonus to the job.

I never wanted to question his work. And I didn't.

I never had a lot of problems with the work. I got worried when he showed up hurt, but that was kind of it.

After a while though, the stories started to get to me. I wasn't upset hearing them or jealous or anything like that, but the more and more I heard about those stories, the more I found this sickening feeling in my stomach. Like I was... disappointing him... somehow.

I heard all these stories about these amazing places and the cool stuff that he did, and I just felt... boring. How was I supposed to compare to stuff like that?

I always ignored it. Well, I tried.

In all honesty, I never thought that Eggsy noticed it.

We all think that we're better at hiding things than we actually are.

I was in the middle of putting my clothes away, listening to him go on and on about the last mission he was on. I nodded along, chuckling where it felt appropriate.

"You alright?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him. "What are you talking about?"

"You just seem... out of it."

"What," I forced a scoff. "Eggsy, I'm fine."

"(Y/n), we've been together for a while, I can tell when you're not."

I took a deep breath as I leaned against the dresser. "I... Do I bore you?"

"Sorry?"

"Do I bore you?" I repeated. "Am I boring?"

"No, why would you ask that?"

"You just... You come home from these trips and you have all these stories about what you did and what you saw and who you met and it just... I feel boring compared to that part of your life."

He didn't respond for a moment.

"And I know that it sounds dumb and childish but I... I can't help it, Eggsy. I... I'll get over it. I don't want you to think that I don't care about your work because I do and I admire it. I don't... I don't want to be controlling or anything like that and I'm sorry-"

"Stop," he spoke up, cutting off my rambling. I did, biting at the inside of my cheek.

He walked over to stand opposite me, his back facing the bed. He pulled the sleeve of his jacket up. "See this?"

He pointed at a bracelet on his wrist. It had been a gift I had gotten him. It was small, simple. A braided bracelet with a small charm hanging off of it. It wasn't a super expensive gift, but I didn't have a lot to spend at the time. I was surprised that it had landed as long as it had.

I nodded as I looked at it.

"I wear this during every mission that I go on," he explained as he walked forward. "Do you know why?"

I didn't answer.

"Because all I care about on those missions is getting back to you," he continued. "Through every badass thing I get to do, through all of the suits and gadgets and crap, all I want is to come home to you. Because I love you. A lot. More than I've loved anyone before."

I felt a grin form on my lips. "I love you too."

He reached forward and cupped the sides of my face, smiling back at me. He leaned his forehead against mine for a few moments before kissing me gently. I kissed him back, reaching my hands out to touch his sides. It was loving, gentle, perfect.

During our small moment together, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled away, looking down to see what it was. Eggsy's forehead pressed against the side of my head as I did. His eyes were still shut.

"What is it," he asked.

I turned to look at him again. "Your dog is licking my leg."

"What?" his eyes opened as he leaned back and looked down. "For fuck's sake-"

"It's alright," I chuckled.

"Ruined our moment."

"Nooo," I shook my head before leaning down to pick up the pug. "Were you getting a little jealous?"

The pug licked my hand as I went to pet him. I laughed quietly.

"Just wants a little attention," I said, looking at Eggsy again.

"So do I," he replied.

"The pug's cuter."

He scoffed at me. "Excuse me?"

I walked into the main room, sitting with the dog in my lap. Eggsy followed me out. He sat next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. He kissed my head.

"I love you," he muttered against my hair.

"I love you too," I replied.

That was the moment that I started to truly believe that this life was far more perfect than whatever life with the Kingsman offered.

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[lovewriting-5]

Taron and I have been staying with his family in Aberystwyth, Wales. One day, we decided to do a little exploring on our own. He had on a black short sleeve shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I had on skinny jeans, a solid gray v-neck short sleeve shirt and sandals. He was showing me around his old stomping grounds.

We were walking down a sidewalk with our fingers intertwined. Taron all of a sudden pulls his hand away. When I turn to look at him, he hops onto a rock wall. I ask him “Babe, what are you doing?” He holds his left hand out to me, I place my hand in his and walk closer. Taron tells me “I know this is a fantasy of yours.” I look at him, questioningly and ask “What fantasy are you talking about exactly?”

I stand in between his legs and rest my hands on both sides of his torso. He says, slyly “I’ll show you.” Taron places his hands on my jaw and tilts it up slightly. I lick my lips as he does. Taron leans his head down and places his lips against mine. I smile against his lips. His tongue lightly brushes against mine. My hands slide further up his torso and I step closer to the rock wall. Taron pulls away slightly, says “Told you.” He places his lips back against mine. We eventually stop then continue walking.

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We walk down to the beach and along the sand. We roll up our pant legs a little, take off our shoes and make our way into the water. We end up splashing each other. After a couple hours, we begin walking back.

Along a pathway there was a metal railing. I stop and lean up against the railing with the beach behind me. Not letting go of Taron’s hand, I tell him “You aren’t getting off that easy.” He gives me a smirk, steps closer to me and places his hands around the railing boxing me in.

I wrap my hands around the top bar and place a foot on the bottom bar. I step up, sit on the top bar and rest my right knee against his left side. I place my other foot on the bar and rest my other knee against his right side. I place my hands in the crooks of his neck. I tell him “Why should you have all the fun.” He steps closer, my knees move a little farther past him and I tangle my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck.

Taron moves his hands to my lower back. He asks while a few inches from my lips, “What fun is that?” I say “I’ll show you.”

I place my lips against his. Our heads tilt from side to side, not caring if anyone is watching. Taron steps even closer to me. After awhile, we stop. He turns to face the town and presses his back against me. He pulls out his phone and turns it on selfie mode. On the screen, it is clear that both of our lips are red and a little swollen.

I wrap my arms around the front of his chest and place my lips against his neck just below his ear. He places his hand around my left knee and rests it on the top of my shin. I begin creating a love bite. Taron smiles at the camera and takes a picture. I move my head slightly to look at the camera and lean it against his. I smile as he winks, takes picture. I tell him “Our lips are so red.” Taron turns back around, wraps his left arm around my waist as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He places a kiss against my right temple, leans forward slightly so I am tilted back a little and takes a picture.

Taron leans back bringing me back upright. He slides his phone back into his pants’ pocket and wrapped his right arm around my waist. I lay my head on his shoulder and turn my face toward his neck. I breathe in his cologne. I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders. He leans his head down and places his lips close to my right ear. He whispers “Returning the love.” Taron places his lips against my neck and begins sucking. I giggle.

After some time, he helps me down from the railing. I pull out my phone for one last picture. Taron stands behind and wraps his arms around me. I wrap a hand around his forearm. The red marks on our necks was in view. Taron smiles while I give a smirk. We eventually make our way back to his family’s home and spend the rest of the evening with them.

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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.

Wc: 1.2k

( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "

"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off. " The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

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" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.

" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.

" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

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Bathtime Bliss

A/N: Long time no write!! Tonight a little bit of inspo hit me and I wound up writing 500 words of a little blurb so here you go! I hope you enjoy it.

Every candle that you could find in the cabin surrounded the bath. You’d balanced them on the sink, on the little ledge at the side of the bath behind the taps, on the windowsill, and a few were dotted on the floor. Despite the bitter cold of the outside air that was slowly seeping in through the cracks in the window frame, the bathroom was warm, steam rising from the bathtub that you were submerged in. 

You sat at one end of the bath with your legs rested against Taron’s thighs, watching him with a playful smile that he mirrored. His hands reached forward so that he could run his fingers over the skin of your calves. Your lungs filled with air and you let your eyes flutter closed slightly. It was the first time in a while that you felt truly content. 

‘Do you think we ought to do something tomorrow?’ Taron asked. ‘We’ve been here two days and we haven’t left the cabin once.’ 

You took a sip of your wine and let the liquid burn your throat slightly. ‘Why would we leave the cabin and go out into the cold, wet snow when we have such a soft, warm bed here?’ You asked in response, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. ‘And we have been doing things. Lots of things. Fun thing.’ 

Taron jokingly shook his head at you, his smile growing just a little. He squeezed your leg lovingly before shifting his body in the water to get comfortable again. The water flowed around you, rippling around your body and heating up the areas of your skin that hadn’t been submerged in the hot water for a while. The bubbles that hadn’t popped while you’d spent over an hour in the bath were lapping at your skin. They tickled slightly and you smiled at the different feel. 

‘I’ve enjoyed the things that we’ve been doing here,’ he whispered, using his strength to push himself forward so that he was closer to you. He hooked your legs around his waist and pulled you into his lap while he ran his hands over the expanse of your back. ‘But town is pretty. There are cute cafés and shops. And there are bookshops too, apparently.’ 

‘Breakfast in a café does sound nice,’ you said.

‘So tomorrow we wake up and put on every single layer that we can and we go out for breakfast. And then after breakfast we walk around town and go shopping. Maybe we wind up in a pub for lunch. Maybe we make our way back here and camp in front of the fire to stop ourselves from getting frostbite.’ 

You chuckled gently. ‘That sounds like a good day to me.’ 

‘I love you,’ he whispered, ‘and right now, as much as this bath is very romantic and I love just being in here with you…I-’ 

‘Me too,’ you laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and holding him steady before pressing your lips against his tightly. 

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