#just hot because of taron egerton

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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Okayyy!! Here it goes

I've had this idea in my head for a while now and I'm really excited to see it come to life. Can you do a story where both Taron and the reader are dating and are both famous. They get invited to a late night show (you can choose whose!!) to promote their own separate movies and are trying to keep their relationship a secret meanwhile subconsciously throwing each other looks and just being overall supportive of each other? I'm really excited to see what you've come up with, I'm sure I'll love it!!!!

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A/N: hi lovely anon! I’m really sorry this took me a lot of time but I haven’t been really well, I hope this is what you want it and thank you so much for your request!! I hope you’re great and have a wonderful day/night🩵

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When you woke up the first thing that you saw was the light coming from the window, most of the people would say that it woke you up, but no, the kisses coming from the men by your side was the thing that woke you up, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

-Do you want me to wake you up, love?- Taron said, you try to hide your smile -As you wish…- before you knew it he started to tickle your ribs making you laugh and scream.

-Ok I’m awake, I’m awake- you said trying to catch your breath -I hate you.

-No you don’t- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes.

-Fine I don’t- you lay on your side and rest your head on your hand before you look at him -Hey handsome.

-Hey love- he said with a smile before he kissed you -So tonight…- you sighed.

-Tonight… how lucky we are, aren’t we? From all the actors that are promoting a movie they decide to interview us in the same show- you giggle -they couldn’t put me with Tom Holland?

-I don’t know if I like that sparkle on your eyes right now- you couldn’t help but giggle.

-Jealous?- he just shrugged as he sat and looked at his hand, you took one of them and before he could say anything you sat on his lap -you know you don’t have to be jealous, right?

-I know is just that- he sighed -I feel scared that everyone will see how great and amazing you are and took you away from me- you gave him a soft smile.

-I feel the same way, but…

-But, you don’t want to become public?

-I promise you, it’s not because I don’t want to tell the world that I’m yours, it's just I like this, I like you just for me and this little bubble we built and I’m afraid that everything will change.

-I know…- he said as he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

-So are you ok with not being public?- You asked.

-As long as I’m with you it doesn’t matter- he said looking at your eyes, you smiled before you kissed him.

-I think we still have time- you said with a smirk, but before he could kiss you, Nelly came in to the room and jump on the bed interrupting you, the two of you giggles as Nelly lick your faces -Hey pretty girl- you said -I think someone’s hungry- you said as you pet Nelly.

-If I’m honest she’s not the only one- Taron said.

-ok, let’s go amor- you said -let’s get the both of you something to eat.

As you were waiting for the show to start you couldn’t help but feel nervous, this was the first time you were on the Graham Norton show. You were trying to remember some of the things you needed to say about the new film when you felt your phone buzzing.

*you look incredible hot in that dress* Taron texted you, when you answered him, you looked at him, he pretended to be focused on his phone but you could see the little smirk on his face. Before you knew it you were talking with graham and the other guest, every now and then you could feel Taron’s gaze, and if you were honest you couldn’t help but to look at him.

-So Yn, taron, I know this isn’t the first time you met- you shook your head.

-We met at Elton John's AIDS party and we got along pretty quickly, right love?- he said as he took your hand, you nod.

-God you look fantastic together.

-That’s what my mom said- you said, making the crowd gasp.

-so you met her mother?- Graham said.

-And she met mine- he said -I think she likes her better than I, and I can’t blame her, I mean she’s an amazing actress and singer- you couldn’t help but blush -I actually saw her on one of her shows on Chicago, I was amazed with her talent- he said.

-I also went to one of your shows. You were really good…

-Oh god don’t let me start with that- he said blushing.

-What happened?- Graham asked.

-I saw her in one of the first rows before the show, and the first thing that I told to myself was, this is my chance to show her my talent…

-And what happened??- Graham said more excitedly.

-I passed out- the crowd burst into laughter.

-But then I went to another show, and he was awesome. If you think he was incredible on black bird in that show he was wow- he smiled at you.

Before you knew it the show was done, you start to made your way to your dress room but someone took you by your arm and made you got inside to a room, you immediately relax when you saw Taron´s face, before you could say anything you felt his lips on yours, you put your arms around his neck making the kiss goes deep, but you stopped in one second.

-Shit amor, you almost gave me a heart attack- you said making him giggle.

-I’m sorry but I couldn't wait to kiss you until we get home, especially with that text- you gave him a little kiss -Hey, you never told me that you went to my play again- he said.

-Because if i'm honest i was a little embarrassed.

-Why?

-Because… I had a crush on you and I felt like a total psycho going again just so I can have a chance to see you- he smirks.

-Do you want to hear something funny?- you nod -I saw your play two times, i have the same reason that you had- you kissed him again.

-Ok handsome, why don't we get ready to go so I can show you how this dress looks on the floor- you say with a smirk.

[apicelladonna]

where is your hot little ass watching moomin 😘, i can’t find it anywhere lmao and i’m not paying £2 for one episode on amazon because that’s ridiculous 😵‍💫

Oh thank you, I think it's just a normal ass~

I hope the link works- here for the 1991 version. It is just a free site though so expect lotsa ads that I just ignore since I watch it on background mode.

If you want the modern 2019 animation eng version it's here! Taron Egerton voices moomin~!

Enjoy!!!

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3, 9, 23, 29 😘 for the ask thing. Also one extra bonus question of your own choice

HI, DARLING, THANK YOU FOR THE AASK I answered 3 and 23 here!

I either go through the ship tag with the "Exclude" thing on my blacklisted tags OR I go through the fics of an author I love, read all of their things and then go through their bookmarks like a little gremlin.

ohhh thats a fun one! its about my SM playlist, so here we go. I'll select 3 because that playlist is at a ridiculous number of songs.

1 - Tutti Frutti by Little Richard

I chose this one because it's the original one, Elvis just covered it. It was released in 1955 so it would totally be on the radio when the story of Switchblades and Motorbikes takes place. Little Richard is a queer icon and this song was originally very very queer, according to  The Life and Times of Little Richard: The Quasar of Rock the lyrics went like:

but according to Rock N' Roll America, a 2015 BBC documentary they went like:

I have this hc that some people still played this fabled Original Version around bars and clubs.

2 - Saturday Night Is Alright (For Fighting) by Elton John

This song is the reason for the title of the fic and I'm so so SO glad I had this moment of insight bc I was NOT happy with the previous title (you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare just wasn't punchy enough, too long) . This song is about BAR FIGHTS and GETTING IN TROUBLE, so it fits the vibe of the fic and of a fight scene really well. I also love the scene with Kit Connor and Taron Egerton in the Rocketman movie, def an inspiration.

3 - Moment's Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

I love how open Hozier is with his influences, how he reveres music made by black people. I think his music would fit the time, in a way. Also this song is hot af and helped me write the sex scene SJDHKFJGHFSDG

AND NOW THE BONUS ONE

I thought of you, alexturne, when I saw this question. YOUR COMMENTS ARE SO WONDERFUL, SO FILLED WITH KINDNESS AND ATTENTION TO DETAIL, seriously, THANK YOU, I never thought I'd receive something like this, I was not expecting SM to gather this kind of comment and I'm so happy, HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTERS

[the-invisible-queer]

Is Taron Egerton attractive to you?

That's a weird way to ask

Are you asking if I like him/am a fan or just do I find him and his "type" attractive because those are completely different answers

I do think he's handsome but he's not my type that I'd usually be attracted to

Like I watched Kingsman for Colin Firth at first not him

But he's a great actor and I enjoy watching him perform which spiraled into watching interviews and that's where my crush started

Even though I DO think he's handsome it's the same way of I can acknowledge Nick is hot but not MY type

But I did have a full Taron fixation eons ago because I do enjoy his work

My favorite movie of his is Eddie the Eagle but I'm a few years behind on his filmography

I gotta catch up

[denimbex1986]

It’s the Summer of Barbenheimer and we’re all just living in the shadow of its hot pink mushroom cloud. The double whammy of Greta Gerwig’s Barbie and Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer offered audiences one of the most exciting cinema double bills since long before the pandemic, and they came out in droves for both. Now, Barbie is the second highest-grossing movie of 2023 so far, and Oppenheimer, a three-hour biographical drama about the Manhattan Project, has grossed more money than The Little Mermaid and Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One.

The frenzy this double bill inspired, from themed parties and cocktails to the best memes of the season, drove home the genuine desire that film lovers had for something they could truly sink their teeth into. Sure, one is based on a toy and the other is a pretty traditional biopic, but both films represented a kind of change that we needed in the pop culture landscape. One such yearning: more stand-alone movies!

...we’ve come to expect a tease for a cinematic universe that may or may not come to fruition. Remember the Dark Universe? Or the six-film King Arthur universe Guy Ritchie was supposed to make? Or the Robin Hood series with Taron Egerton that ended after the first installment? There’s a reason people were wondering if films like Oppenheimer would have a post-credits sequence: because we’re so painfully used to having every movie end with a tacked-on promise for more, whether or not it makes sense or there’s any true hunger for it (and the possibility of an Oppenheimer post-credits scene is faintly terrifying: Which creation of a devastating weapon does it hint at next?).

Why is it now so rare to get a stand-alone film with a beginning, middle, end, and a guarantee of a complete narrative? Yes, us grumpy critics have been complaining about sequel overload for decades now, but things definitely feel different now. You can watch Die Hard and be perfectly satisfied because it existed as its own thing long before the idea of a sequel entered the filmmakers’ brains. It doesn’t spend half its running time setting up hints for future stories and a bunch of story threads that are never paid off. There’s also a distinct lack of adult-focused mid-budget films in the current theatrical market. While neither Barbie nor Oppenheimer technically qualify for this since both films cost over $100 million, they do fit into that increasingly rare niche by merit of their focus on telling a singular story that isn’t dependent on the viewer having to do a ton of homework before tuning in.

...when I see articles offering ideas for Barbie sequels, I can’t help but feel disappointed. Part of what made Gerwig’s film so special was its densely layered, funny, heart-aching, and complete story. You leave the theater feeling so satisfied because you got what you were promised (and so much more). Oppenheimer is complex, with a vast ensemble and most of its lengthy running time dedicated to conversations about physics and ethics that Nolan refuses to dumb down. Why would you ever walk out of that film wondering about plans for an expanded universe? You just know some studio head floated the idea at some point.

It seems like so little to ask for, yet it feels inevitable that Hollywood will learn all the wrong lessons from the success of Barbie and Oppenheimer. Expect more sequels about toys and fewer emotionally driven tales that give viewers exactly what they want. But our hunger for stand-alone stories remains strong. We don’t have the time nor inclination to watch every film we see evolve into a decade-plus commitment that has a strong chance of being abandoned long before it reaches that much-hyped climax. Let Barbenheimer lead the way and remind Hollywood that it’s okay for things to end.'

[taronunwin]

Suits were invented so they could be worn by him and that’s a fact

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is the met gala over yet?

[ijustwanttobegolden]

This Is just a really cute little something I wrote when the thunderstorm had me all in my feels this week. Warnings: slight mild language/slight indication of sex.

Pitter patter pitter patter

Light drops of rain tantalising the window, the only sound echoing throughout the dark spacious apartment.

Pitter patter Pitter patter

The rain getting heavier now but somehow more calming and satisfying than when it was soft and gentle. The louder the better as you wriggled yourself deeper into the large vintage sofa, your most comforting blanket like a cape around you.

Suddenly the rain wasn’t the only sound now, Light footsteps shuffled around the apartment, then…

Click…

Click…

Click…

The flick of a lighter here, the flick of a lighter there.

You followed the movements, it was almost hard to see with the apartment being so grey and gloomy but the figure of your close friend taron wasn’t hard to make out.. from one corner to the other he continued to light a scatter of candles. The brightly warm flicker of the candle wick, revealing his soft features.

Click… his endearing emerald eyes.

Click… his sweet lips pulling that very famous cheeky smile of his.

Click… his gorgeous skin.

Click… his painfully sharp jawline.

Taron was glowing and it wasn’t just from the warm flickering lights. He was always so bright and handsome.

A familiar feeling, a cliche moment of butterflies, as you watched him light the last candle. His eyes fixating on your own made your heart burst. Damn you Taron Egerton, you was the girl who refused to fall in love…

It was oh so bittersweet.

Before any further fuzzy feelings could conjure up inside he broke eye contact and you almost puffed out a breath of relief.

“Perfect! Just going to put the kettle on before the storm breaks out.. they said about a potential power cut? We can’t sit through a storm with candles and blankets and not have tea!”

You hold in a giggle at how ridiculous he slightly sounded but mentally wanted to strangle him at how perfect he was and how all this in itself was just perfect. Instead you wriggle yourself further into your resting position to ensure maximum comfort if that was even possible and squeeze the grip on your blanket that little bit tighter…

Bliss. You close your eyes for a moment. It’s quieter again.

Pitter patter.

The soft rain.. but then the sound of the kettle boiling in the distance while Taron softly hums his favourite Elton tune. Still bliss.

So relaxed, you hadn’t realised you put yourself into some sort of tranquil trance until the movement of the sofa cushions slowly recover you back into reality.

“Oh hi”

Though calm, your voice sounded loud within the walls of the cold quiet space around you.

“Hi” taron replied back playfully, his voice deep.

His weight sinks into the sofa, bringing you closer to him unintentionally as the cushions dip down but you don’t adjust. Sooner or later you would end up snuggling into him anyway.

“Is this why you lit so many candles..” you question. “Because you knew there would be a power cut?”

You tried to lighten the mood, carry on the silly topic of the power cut because as much as you both loved thunderstorms, deep down you were both so nervous about them too. Both scared of the dark, both agitated by the loud unsettling thunder when alone.. you both didn’t want to ride it out alone. Ultimately it just reminded you of being single, not having your favourite person in your life.. Not ever falling in love.. You’re just alone.. and that’s darker than any storm.

Taron shakes his head with a chuckle, handing you a warm cup of tea, your favourite cup of course. He knows and never forgets.

“Well there’s that and because it’s just really nice to have lots of candles, don’t you think? Really warm and comforting and well.. romantic”

A warm glow flourishes your cheeks at the last part of his explanation and you quickly bring the hot cup of tea to your face in hopes the steam will camouflage your complexion.

“Listening to the storm isn’t romantic” you scoffed. Brushing your feelings off.

“Bet I can make it romantic!” He challenged.

The cocky prick

You bit your lip, watching as he sprung from the sofa, his back muscles flexing underneath the teasingly thin cotton of his tight white tank top. They look delicious under the lighting of the flickering warm candles, casting shadows and making it look as if he was sculpted by the gods. All that working out for filming was definitely paying off.

He kneels over barefoot on the tapestry of the rug where your record player lays flat on the ground against the cold pale wall. His back still faces you as he scans the heaps of records stacked next to it.

You continue watching intently as you carefully sip at your tea, the calming pitter patter of rain still tapping at the windows.

“Hhhhmmm”

His fingers trace down over the vinyls so smoothly and delicately while he concentrates on the titles, deciding on the most sweetest and smoothest record out of the variety to pick out.

All you could concentrate on was how slowly his fingers danced over those vinyls, how they would feel again the bare skin of your thighs instead.

You had to snap out of this but as if on queue, soft music began filling the empty spaces of the apartment and lulled you out of thought.

Taron sunk back into the sofa to accompany you within no time, the familiar welcoming scent of him making you feel at home.

“This is nice” you smiled warmly and together you sipped at your tea.

“Isn’t it just” he said proudly, that typical smug smirk beaming upon his gorgeous face.

You rolled your eyes, it failed to go unnoticed.

The Welshman chuckled warmly not needing to be concerned by your action, he knew deep down he has gotten to you about something and it’s entertaining more then anything.

“What is it my love”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. Happens every time.

“Nothing” you bashfully smile, holding in a playful laugh.

It wasn’t nothing, it was the fact that Taron was utterly perfect, complete and utter boyfriend material. Scratch that, marriage material.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made all this all the more sufferable…

It doesn’t help that although just friends, Taron has offered you the position of being more then just friends multiple times, your connection and attraction for each other being completely unmatched but again.. you was the girl who refused to fall in love, a stubborn b*tch to say the least.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made this all the more sufferable… but at the same time it was very entertaining on his part, he was going to win you over someday.

He was already winning.

“tell me princess” he teased, nudging his arm into you, tea nearly spilling.

“Talk about spilling the tea” you joked as you noticed your own tea had actually spilt down you a little.

Amusement jittered around. You was both calm, happy, relaxed in each other’s presence, you wish you could always feel like this. The smooth mellow guitar immersed with light scratches from the record, a beautiful raw and authentic sound completed the vibe, Light thunder began to rumble.

By now you had placed your lukewarm empty cups down and began to snuggle into one another on the sofa, the thunder making you more touchy then usual. Taron rested in-between your legs, twisting awkwardly so his back rested against the inner thigh of your right leg and he was slightly facing you. He was comfy more or less, especially when you opened up your blanket and draped it around you both.

If he wanted to, he could of easily rested his head upon your breast comfortably.. you wouldn’t mind if he did, that’s just how close you were but it was so much better that instead, he sat up a little to focus on the features of your face…

He admired your glistening eyes, your soft cheek bones and delicate soft lips.. So many times he had pictured devouring them with his own.. In fact he wanted nothing more then to kiss you right now. The poor boy had to fight the urge.. no sweat though, it was something he had to do all the time, he was painfully trained for it now.

There was so many things Taron had to refrain from.

Admittedly you wouldn’t care if Taron kissed you randomly, drunkenly or intentionally but still, he respected you and there was no way he was going to risk losing you or your trust. What an angel.

*BANG*

How silly you must of been, almost shaking in Tarons arms. The Sudden loud burst of thunder was so unexpected though, frightening in fact. The music cuts out, so would the lights if they were on though thankfully the soft flickering candles are still glowing gracefully, the room still feeling warm and welcoming. You feel safe and it’s not the light of the candles, or the comfort of your favourite fuzzy blanket. It’s taron.

His arms had snaked around your waist, his large hands trailing up under your soft loungewear shirt and holding your bare skin to press you into him protectively and reassuringly.

“It’s okay my love, just a bit of thunder.. I was right about the power cut”

You smiled softly at his words, his bare hands, touching your bare skin making it harder to concentrate on what he even said to begin with.

They felt so good.

Taron mentally face palmed at how quick he was to touch you, hold you the way he did.. the thunder wasn’t his excuse to take advantage of you, it was just a sincere natural response of his, a way to comfort you, to protect you.

His eyes immediately fill with some sort of sorrow, an apologetic but needy look all over his face that melted you.

His hands suddenly became loose, his grip fading, a wave of emptiness washing over you.

“It’s okay! hold me! I’m scared” you laughed out, trying to joke around in attempt to lighten the heavy mood of whatever this was.

You smiled, the feeling of his fingertips pushing into your skin once more. It was oh so ever satisfied.

Rumbling of heavy thunder, the rain pitter pattering against the window much faster now, the sound of it all just grew more and more comforting and satisfying with each passing minute.. even more so now that you were tangled up in your blanket with Taron all cozy and cute.

The evening seemed to go on forever, like there was no end but forever in Taron’s arms didn’t seem bad at all, Shame you couldn’t admit it to him.

You chatted all through the storm, sharing memories, laughing until there were specks of tears clouding your eyes. You were charmed as usual by taron’s weird and wonderful stories, how he would explain them with such wit and playfulness in his eyes, the way he would casually flirt with you here and there, making suggestive remarks while wiggling his eyebrows and tickling at your sides, any and all excuses to tease you, make you laugh and potentially make you fall all the more head over heels for him.

For the second time tonight… cocky prick.

The thunder eventually becomes softer and lighter, along with the rain. Over the course of the evening you’ve sunk further into the sofa and further into the comfort of taron’s arms. Taron’s warm breath continuously cascades over you while the rise and fall of his toned up chest just creates a new haven for you. You begin to swirl circles over his chest, your soft fingertips tickling at his skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So when are you going to fall in love with me and accept that maybe one day you will marry me?”

His voice so soft now, soft and calm like the rain.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding his loving but intense gaze. You dare but to look into those gleaming eyes of his so you concentrate your sight on the tracing of your fingertips upon his chest.

“I’m already in love with you taron”

Suddenly the atmosphere felt really thick, intense.. being so blank all of a sudden you didn’t realise that it was because Taron’s chest tensed beneath you as he couldn’t quite take in what you had just said.

“What was that..” his breath hitched, he was slightly nervous. That was no lie.

“You win taron”

Quickly you snap your head up at him, your eyes fix sternly on his. The two of you could of easily made this a more light hearted and flirtatious moment, Taron finally gaining satisfaction, taking all the glory while you, the sore loser, crumble in defeat but more or less feeling cocky yourself. This moment could have been banter galore but no.. not today, not now, not ever.. this was a more heart felt confession, a serious moment, a moment that could change everything.. your love for each other deserved that. You both deserved that.

“Sorry what” he gasped out in disbelief, the grip on you becoming more tighter with anticipation.

His eyes searched your glistening ones. Were you finally giving in to your stubbornness and finally admitting your feelings? He promised he would never hurt you, not like those other assholes who made you put your guard up in the first palace.

“You win, Taron. I’m in love with you, I can’t even explain.. I just love you so much”

Was that really a lump in your throat. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you wish you didn’t feel so small though You couldn’t help it, you had to give in, it was driving you insane.

*BANG*

You didn’t jump this time, you was more scared of what was happening right now to be frightened by some extremely loud thunder. He held you tighter, his fingertips burning at your skin. You nervously looked around, some of the tea lights had eventually died out, the room was looking a lot more dull and gloomy but Taron’s face was near and still warm and glowing from the Yankee still burning on the brass caprice side table, he looked like an angel.

Although not startled by the thunder, you brushed your fingertips slowly up to Taron’s chest to lightly grace the rough stubble along his jawline in an attempt to distract yourself and calm your racing heart. Why was you so nervous?

Taron enjoyed your soft delicate touch dancing over his skin and how you concentrated on all his features intently while doing so, it brought flash backs to every single intimate moment you’ve had. The ones he thought that you never paid attention to but he did…

Times when camping with friends in wales..You both would be the first to share a tent together. Helping each other string all the fairy lights up. Tackling the sheets of the air bed. Sneakily snuggling a bit closer as the night grew colder.

Times when you attended friends weddings.. always attending as each other’s date. Always adjusting Taron’s tie so intricately. Always having those slow dances together.

Times when either of you had a shit day.. throwing on a movie. Running each other a hot bath. Listening to each other rant and getting drunk together.

There’s been many times and more.. those intimate moments.. It’s all Taron ever thinks about and secretly, you the same.

Now here you were, your most intimate moment yet.

The tapping of rain, the rattle of thunder, the soft flicker of candles, the skin to skin contact, all tangled up in each other arms, screw the blanket now.

As if time didn’t exist now, like the sounds that drifted away moments ago, so did your thoughts. Taron had you lost, lost in his mouth.

The sudden kiss shocked you at first until your eyes flutter close. You moved in sync, breathing each other in, devouring each other’s mouths. The moment builds and so does the passion. Your fingertips stroking his stubble seconds before, grip his face, both of you in agonising need for each other. You could tell just how much your were holding back from each other before. Never again.

The apartment was echoing with pitter patter sounds of the rain with clasps of thunder but now it was echoing with heavy breathing, gasps and sweet sweet sounds of sweet slippery kisses.

Taron’s strong, firm hands roamed your body as you climb over him to straddle him on the sofa, the strap of your loungewear top slipping down your arm in a sultry way. It was the only time Taron removed his lips from yours, to place a long lingering kiss on your smooth shoulder of where the strap trailed down.

“I win” he teases proudly while peppering kisses all over your bare collarbones and neck.

Naturally you tilted your head back, moving with the placement of the kisses, too lost to even know what he said.

If it was something about winning, you didn’t care. Maybe you lost but you still had the prize.

Clothes were slowly being tugged, kisses were getting deeper, hands were getting more grabby. You giggled into the kiss as something hard pressed into the right spot.

Just as you began to help Taron strip you from your clothes, the familiar scratch of the record sounded and the soft romantic music continued to play. The end to the power cut.. How bizarre.. it was perfect timing. This whole evening was just.. perfect.

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Requested by anonymous: HIIIIIII!!!! Oh boy am I excited. Okay so now it's my turn for James Keene 🤩. Can I please request a story (it's a bit specific, but I've just finished peaky blinders and can't get it out of my head) which takes place after Jimmy has gotten out of jail. The reader has an older brother (think like Richie Boyle from the Outfit..it could even be him if thats okay with you) who runs a similar business like the one Jimmy used to, but they both hate each other. Nevertheless Jimmy falls for his sister which wounds up to be tough for both men. If you want the reader can have more brothers who run the business. THANK YOU FOR YOIR TIME I HOPE THAT WASNT CONFUSING LMAO BYEEEEE

pushed back in time to the 50s I believe, not in the same universe as Black Bird, someone should request for Richie Boyle 👀 *wink wink, request for richie boyle babe-* also, no smut!! i wasn't really in the mood for smut, sorry anon honey :( also, yes, a bit confusing but it's okay! i hope i did it justice :)

Jimmy's front was a bar that he was a bartender for. It fit, honestly, being a bartender for a drug dealing front. The only thing that didn't fit was the flower shop right next to him his competition always frequented.

Richie was too much of a firecracker to be liked, he had a problem with his anger issues so no matter how many times Jimmy tried to make some sort of alliance, it always ended in Richie getting pissed off and leaving — not before punching one of Jimmy's men though.

Today, he was determined to find out what the hell was so interesting about the flower shop next to his bar. Maybe it was just a ploy to see what he was doing? Figure out if they could steal another shipment?

All of the thoughts were running through his mind as he walked into the flower shop, opening the door to make a bell ring out. All of the smells flooded into his nose, his eyes widening when he saw all of the beautiful flowers and mixed bouquets. They were absolutely beautiful and bright, each flower absolutely perfect with zero wilted petals or leaves.

"Hi, welcome in! I'm so sorry, be there in a minute!" Your voice rings out, Jimmy pausing.

Maybe it wasn't what was so in the shop but who.

"That's alright love!" James slowly walked through the aisles, trying to find you in the entirety of all of the flowers that could've blinded him if they were lights. For fucks sake, they were all beautiful. You put together different colors and textures, one bright bouquet of roses and sunflowers catching his eye.

"That was my first bouquet I made," you say, walking toward him with a smile. "N-Not that one exactly, but the roses and the sunflowers. They're one of my favorites."

"It's beautiful." James said, smiling as he looked back at you. "I'm James, I run the bar next door."

You pause but take his hand and give it a firm shake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you, James?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you know, but I run more of the high-end bars in town, and someone is always asking why we don't have centerpieces in the VIP rooms." James makes up the lie quickly, smiling down at her. "It doesn't have to be very big, and you will have full creative freedom if that helps guide your decision. All I ask is that they are different every week."

"Oh. Oh wow, when would you need the flowers? Come with me," you say, keeping his hand in yours and pulling him to the back. "Is there any color scheme that you want? Or a limit in price?"

"No, again, full freedom. Anything you want, I'll just pay every week." He smiled at you as you pursed your lips, humming.

"Well, it wouldn't be weekly. If anything, it would be biweekly, I make sure my flowers last longer than a week. There's a special element in the water." You say, writing down some ideas in some pretty handwriting. "Each bouquet would range anywhere from thirty to one hundred each. Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine. I would only need eight each order because it's strictly for VIP rooms."

“Oh, gotcha! I can do that,” you smile one of the prettiest smiles he had ever seen. “I can get these for you in two days. Sound good?”

“Very good, love. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

The bell rings making you look up, yelling out, “In the back!”

“Y/N! Where are you?!”

You rolled your eyes. “In the back!”

“Oi, you seen that-” Richie paused when he saw James, gaping. “Why the fuck are you here?!”

“Richie! Go away, he’s a customer!” You yell, quickly standing up straight. “James, I will have these flowers for you soon, okay?”

“No you won’t!” Richie comes between you both after you go around the desk, shaking his head. “You stay the fuck away from my sister.”

James paused, looking from you to Richie. “She’s too pretty to be your sister.”

“Haha, very fucking funny! She’s adopted, you asshole, leave her the fuck alone!”

“Richie, stop!” You say, pushing him as hard as you could. “I’m so sorry, James, ignore him.”

“I will,” James smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

It makes you smile, nodding. “Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No he won’t!”

“Shut up, Richie!”

After that, you saw him a lot more. James came to see you every day, it was just a matter of time before something happened.

It started off slow, soft kisses behind closed doors and light touches when no one was looking, but Jimmy wanted to change that. You were the first girl he actually wanted to get serious with, he wanted to be able to go out on dates with you without risking being punched by your brother.

Maybe that's the reason why he stood in front of your house, ready to meet Richie and then your dad to continue to court you. It was something stupid he normally didn't believe in, but he wanted to do it right.

So, as soon as he passed the gates, he really did expect the punch he got straight to the face.

"You kissed my sister you bastard?!"

"Rich! Richie, you leave him alone!" You tried to yell, gasping as James shoved him.

"Don't fucking hit me!" He shouted, wiping at his mouth with a sigh. "I came to get your respect, not your approval."

"You don't have any of that, get out!" Richie goes in for another hit before Jimmy caught his wrist, shoving him.

"Listen to me!" James shoved him again, looking over his shoulder to stare at you being held back by one of his henchmen. "I love your sister, even if you don't know anything about that shit."

"Don't you fucking-"

"I'm going to be with her no matter what." Jimmy smiled back at you before glaring at your brother. "So, you better learn how to fucking live with it."

His words make you smile widely, giggling. "Move, Richie!"

Reluctantly, he does with a shout of your father, letting you run forward and into Jimmy's arms. "Oh my, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll take more than a punch to be with you." He smiled as you giggled, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. "I'll win him over, I promise."

"You better, or he might just kill you!"

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Ooooh can I request an imagine with Jimmy Keene where he likes to show off his gf? Have a nice day!!!

BE MY VALENTINE

A/N: hi lovely anon, I know Valentine’s Day was almost a month ago but I was working on this on that day, I’m sorry this took me an eternity to write but I have a few problems on my life that I’m still handle them, but I hope this is what you want and don’t doubt to send me other request, even if I’m working on others dont doubt that I’ll write it!! Lots of loves!!💙

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This was your first valentine day with Jimmy and if you were honest you didn’t know what to expect, he invited you to a dinner party with his associate, after you spent most part of the day deciding what you were going to wear you were ready just waiting for jimmy. You almost fall when you run to the door. When he finally knocked at your door, he was amazed by you, just as you were thinking about how good he looks on that black smoke.

-God you look so beautiful- he said, making you blush.

-You look handsome too- he smirks.

-Here I got something for you- he said as he gave you a small candy with the phrase “be my valentine?”

-You think that I would have this dress if I won’t want you to be my valentine?- you said with a giggle before you gave him a little kiss on his lips -but just if you weren’t sure yes.

-Fuck, I can’t wait to brag about how my girl is the prettiest and sexiest woman in the room.

-If you’re just saying that to get between my legs…

-Is it working?- he interrupted you.

-Maybe- you said with a giggle.

Jimmy never leaves your side at the party, every time he introduces you to any of his associates he calls you his beautiful girlfriend, you notice his smirk every time he puts his arm around your waist, every now and then he whispers how beautiful you look. At some point of the evening the two of you end up on the balcony of the house.

-Your friends are…

-Weirdos?- you giggle.

-I was going to say extravagant but that too.

-I mean who the hell has a bear just because he can, that’s just wrong…

-I know but I need them and you…- he smirks -you were amazing back there, you have them in the palm of your hand- he said.

-Do you think they can give me a unicorn?

-With that dress, they’ll give you two- you blushed -Thank you for coming with me, I don’t know what I would do without you…

-You wouldn’t have someone to show.

-I didn’t mean it for that- he said -I mean yes you look gorgeous, but when you opened that door tonight, I only thought of how lucky I am to have you in my life, even before we date you were always there for me, you always listen to me and I can thrust you anything- he said.

-Then why did you take so long to invite me for a date?

-Because I didn't want to screw this up- he pointed at the two of you.

-I’m really trying so hard not to cry right now- you giggles -for a moment I thought you’ll propose…

-Oh I thought about it, but I know you hated to get engaged on valentine’s day and in front of a crow but just know that I want you for the rest of my life- you were shocked for a moment but before you could say anything he took your hand -come on sweetheart, let's go home and watch some silly rom com.

It didn’t take you a long time to get home, you spent the rest of the night watching any silly rom com you could find, he held you close every time you cried and you responded to that act the same way every time he cried. None of you knew when you fell asleep on the coach until you moved, he brought him close to him before he kissed your head before he stood up and got ready for bed, you laid on his chest and played with one of his hands.

-This was a nice day- you said -even with your weirdos friends- he laughs.

-I´ll take that as a compliment- he said -but it was a nice day.

-You look hot in that tuxedo- you smiled at the little blush on his face -I mean you always look good but i like that tuxedo, you should use it more often.

-I’ll wear it everyday for you- you smiled.

-Thank you.

-You look beautiful too, by the way- he said -not only in that dress, in that comfy outfit too- now it was his turn to smirk at your blush, you turn to him and kiss him gently.

-I would say yes, by the way- for a second he was confused -I would say yes to you even if it was Valentine's day and we were in a full house.

-Really?- he asked you, you nodded.

-Yes, I don't know why but since I saw you for the first time in my coffee shop, I knew you were something, and after all those talks we had, I don’t know but I knew we were going to be together- you said.

-Fuck, I love you- he said before he kissed you, you couldn’t help but smiled between kisses.

-I love you too…

-Did you wait till past midnight to tell me this on purpose- You shrugged.

-I was going to say yes on that balcony but I didn’t want to ruin your plan for the rest of the night.

-So… will you marry me?- you thought for a moment before you giggled.

-Of course- you said before you kissed him again.

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For my ​ @daredevilexchange gift, I’ve made an album cover and fanmix inspired by @youveneverbeenalone‘s marvelous fic Ghost Within A Ghost.

I Put a Spell on You - Creedence Clearwater Revival An easy one for any poor victim under Kilgrave’s control, and I’m a fan of this particular cover.

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy ft. Foxes Matt is Kilgrave’s puppet. He unwillingly leads a double life, harming people against his will, struggling with his faith, job, and friends, all the while wishing he never met the man in the purple suit.

Tell Me I’m Okay Patrick - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Season 2 Original Cast Recording The idea of poor Matt having to pal around with Kilgrave because the piece of crap has no friends is darkly hilarious and pathetic to me. Granted, Rebecca is being more honest and vulnerable with her delivery guy than Kilgrave could ever be with anyone, but if he were being a touch more honest, I think this his how that would go. Also, Charlie Cox and David Tennant lounging on a piano like vintage starlets is a fantastic mental image.

She’s Always a Woman - Billy Joel One of those Perfect Jessica Jones songs, imo. Nearly every lyric fits her, and as Matt gets to know her better, I think he would agree.

I’m Still Standing - Rocket Man Original Cast Recording He went through Hell, but our DareDevil is free. The relief Matt feels when the purple fog is lifted is lovingly written, and while I almost went with the original Elton John version of this song, Taron Egerton’s portrayal of Elton recovering from his battles with addiction quietly before jumping into an iconic music video fit just a touch better.

Friends Will Be Friends - Queen Jess and Matt likely palling around in the future brings me joy and the note of friendship this fic ended on was an excellent bow on this gift of a fic.

Bonus Track!

Fit Hot Guys Have Problems Too - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Season 3 Original Cast Recording This can apply to any of the male Defenders, but Matt has the most angst, so it fits him even moreso. This is mostly a joke, but come for the abs, stay for the character development!

[Image Description: Matt Murdock, his back to the viewer, holds his arms out as though he is being crucified or puppeteered, his scene all in red. Kilgrave and Jessica Jones are ghosted above the title, all in purple. The title “Ghost Within A Ghost” is in the center, dividing the groups.]

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In the most recent  Interview Magazine, Ben Whishaw (who can currently be seen (FINALLY!) in NO TIME TO DIE) interviews Andrew Scott. The two discuss Scott's current project, the Showtime adaptation of THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY, simply entitled RIPLEY with Scott playing the titular Ripley and Dakota Fanning as Marge Sherwood and Johnny Flynn as Dickie Greenleaf.

Friends who have appeared in the play C-O-C-K (its upcoming staging will star Taron Egerton and BRIDGERTON's Jonathan Bailey) and  in SPECTRE,

Whishaw and Scott also  discuss social media and being open about one's sexuality.  Whishaw mentions that oft said refrain about openly gay actors not being cast because execs felt it would ruin the fantasy for women and they wouldn't be attracted to these characters. I don't know whether it was by design or just coincidence but Phoebe Waller-Bridge managed to shoot that theory down when three of  her FLEABAG well-received love interests were played by gay  men: Scott (Hot Priest), Hugh Skinner (Harry) and Benjamin Aldridge (Arsehole Guy).

Speaking of Aldridge, during his downtime from Epix's PENNYWORTH where he portrays Thomas Wayne, future father of Batman (the show is readying its third series and will soon be available on HBOMax) he filmed the ITV miniseries THE LONG CALL, now airing.

Based on Ann Cleeves' series of books "THE TWO RIVERS", Aldridge plays DI Matthew Venn, who was exiled from  his  religious family and community for being gay must return to his hometown to investigate a murder.

The role somewhat hit home for Aldridge as he was raised in a very religious family, but his relationship and feeling  of ease within his family came when his parents  moved towards spirituality versus organized religion.  He still says he's leary of returning to the community he grew up in because he fears not being accepted.

And while Aldridge has played gay roles before such as in the steamy short THRIVE

he's proud that this mini stars three openly queer actors as leads: himself, Pearl Mackie (DOCTOR WHO) and Declan Bennett (EASTENDERS) who portrays his husband.

THE LONG CALL also stars Juliet  Stevenson (Riviera), Aoife Hinds (DERRY GIRLS, NORMAL  PEOPLE and whose father Ciarán Hinds is dealing with all kinds of headaches thanks to Aidan Gillen, Clare Dunn, Emmett Scanlan and Charlie Cox in the RTE series KIN).

Next up for Aldridge: he'll be playing the husband of Jim Parsons (THE BIG BANG THEORY) in the tv adaptation of TV columnist Michael Ausiello 's heartwrenching memoir "Spoiler Alert - The Hero Dies in the End" which details the death of his husband.

If this acting doesn't work out for Ben he's well on his way to being a video vixen in a music video directed by his rumoured boyfriend photographer/director David-Simon.

[tremendousdreambanana]

All that Jazz

Smut*                                                    

All That Jazz

“Damn it Taron”

you shouted, throwing the script on the floor and storming to the bedroom. You sat on the floor, muttering under your breath as Taron stood in the doorway.

“Is it safe?”

he asked lightly

“Any flying books heading my way?”

You looked up at him and scowled. He moved and sat next to you on the floor.

“You’ll get it… I think you just need help to get into the character babe”

he said softly. You leant your head on his shoulder

“It’s alright for you”

you huffed

“You have nothing to prove”

you sighed.

“Hey, I still have things to prove, you’ve seen it, I don’t get everything I go up for”

He countered.

“Yeah, but that’s not because you fucking suck, its just you don’t suit what they are looking for”

you moaned.

“Hey, shut up! You do not suck”

Taron replied

“You have to say that”

you groaned.

“No, I don’t, I always said I would be honest, and honestly yeah it needs work, but you don’t suck”

He tried

“You have the singing down, its just you need to let go more, stop over thinking the moves”

he stroked your arm

“You want to try it again or shall I go grab something for dinner”

he asked.

“Dinner”

you whined

“I’m having a bath”

you got up and went to run the bath.

Coming out of the bathroom some time later your saw a carrier bag on the bed with a post it.

“Maybe this will help you get into character, T xxx”

it read. You opened the bag and gasped,

“Omg, Taron Egerton!”

you were shocked and turned on all in one go. Pulling out a PVC corset, complete with black fishnets. The corset had no fabric where your breasts fit and as you checked, yep it was also crotchless. Looking at the item and then the mirror. Your shoulders sank, you hated your body and you knew that was why you were struggling with this part, you loved being ‘Velda’ she was so powerful and sexy. All the confidence in the world, just how you wish you were.

Taron appeared in the doorway, a cheeky glint in his eye.

“Come on dinner is getting cold”

you looked at him and gestured the item at

“Really??”

you complained. Taron just raised his eyebrows

“How badly do want this part baby?”

he smiled. Looking again in the mirror, you took a deep breath

“Fuck it”

you thought and began to work out how to get the darn thing on.

Some time later, you walked seductively from the bedroom, having dug your silver dance heels from the back of the wardrobe, you had done your make up and Taron was right, you felt nervous in the outfit. But it had a power to it too.

You remained in your fluffy dressing gown, not owning anything sexier to cover yourself. But joined Taron at the table. He grinned, not needing to see the garment, having picked it. He was already letting his imagine run wild.

“I see you decided to try my idea, at least”

he said running his eyes up and down your body. “I think you need the lose the robe”

he smirked. You bit your lip, nervously and Taron stood up, placing his hands around your waist he pulled your close,

“I know that there is a sexy vixen in there, I have seen her”

he said calling out to Alexa to start the track, he pulled the robe of your shoulders and removed it entirely, kissing your neck.

You walked over to the mantlepiece, listening to the track. Taking a breath and allowing yourself to remember that right now it was just you and Taron. You began

“Come on babe, why don’t we pain the town...”

as you turned. Taron was taken aback by the way the outfit looked on your body. He had gone for something close to the character but underestimated just how hot you were going to look. It was a complete success, allowing yourself to fall into character, you strutted over to Taron, teasing him and taking full advantage of your exposed breasts, to tease him.

You saw the effect on Taron as soon as you turned around, the darkening of his eyes, his breath catching in his throat and as you moved around him, you ran your hand down his body, stroking him through his trousers feeling he  was already hard and reaching for you. You sat on his lap and the track moved onto the cell block tango, you took it up a notch, pulling Taron to standing.

Walking around him, whilst continuing the act, you pulled off his top, throwing it away. Running your hands over his body he reached for yours. Slapping his hands away, he looked taken aback, but clearly enjoyed it. You dropped in front of him and unzipped his jeans, pulling down both his boxers and jeans together. Slapping his bum, you demanded he kicked them off and away to leaving him stood nude. You ran your nails down his back, kissing his neck and leaving delicious love bites

“Shit Babe… I need you”

he breathed.

Moving back to the front

“Me?”

you asked fluttering your eyebrows, He nodded urgently. As you dropped again to your knees, taking him in your mouth you grabbed his backside with both hands, pulling him to you. You brought him back and forth, allowing him to fuck your mouth. Until you felt him lose it, swallowing his warm juices. You wiped your mouth and took his hand leading him into the bedroom. He was already out of breath and overwhelmed when you pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. He reached to try and remove the corset; you shook your head moving up so he could see the gap in the fabric at your crotch. He breathed heavily and threw you an excited look, as he pulled you down, his lips meeting your folds. He went to work with his tongue sending the most incredible sensations through you, until you had to have him.

Wriggling free you saw he was hard again, and before he could take another breath, you pushed yourself down on him. Groaning loudly and closing your eyes, allowing him to fill you, his facial expression urging you on as he thrust into you, pulling himself up so you were face to face. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his neck, leaving little love bites. He grabbed your head and pressed his lips into yours, his tongue going to work within. You felt yourself coming and tensed your inner muscles around his cock, feeling him groan deeply as you let out a whine that you knew he adored. Your orgasm hit you and that familiar exhilaration flooded your body.

You knew that Taron hadn’t joined you, but he began to pull out, using those inner muscles you held him in place, making him look at you surprised. You shook your head

“I don’t think I can… again”

he said. You looked disappointed. But he kissed you softly,

“You got me earlier remember”

he said looking into your eyes. You felt him soften between your legs and let go.

“We don’t have to always come together baby”

he soothed seeing your face. He kissed you again,

“Stop it”

he said

“I can’t help it”

you replied

“I just love to see your face when you come”

you admitted, raising a chuckle from Taron as you slipped into your favourite cuddling position, your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulders.

“Well, well. Well ” said Taron

“I think you got the part” he laughed.

[platinumink]

About me

Hello there and welcome to ‘The Basement™‘, a safe space for all people of any kind and any interests.

My name is Levi! I am n-years old, use the pronouns They/Them and I live on the planet earth... or not... who knows- :D

I like to watch movies, anime and series’, read manga or other kinds of literature and enter most fandoms pretty easily- So if you ever see me obsess over one thing and then suddenly another, then it’s because of that. Not that I ever leave a fandom! It’s more like a symbiotic relationship as I will always present myself in every fandom I have in random intervalls and never really leave. Me hyperfocusing is just an accidental side product- : )

I will now answer the basic 20 FAQ questions to give you some more insight on how my weird brain works:

When is your birthday?

=> 14th January XXXX

What is your favorite animal?

=> Cat person through and through!! Raccoons are a close second. I've always found them cute, believe me or not- xD

What do you do for a living? Are you in school?

=> Currently working on my Degree in Computer Science.

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

=> Probably somewhere where it’s neither too hot nor too cold. xD

What was your favorite school subject?

=> English, Biology or Informatics probably-

Do you have a small or big family?

=> Depends on your definition of big/small families! My family is probably kinda big though.

What genres of music do you like best?

=> I’m not really into any genre. It depends on the song. I do really tend to like music from the 70s, 80s and 90s! : )

How do you like to spend your free time?

=> Reading, writing fanfiction, watching anime/movies or anything I like on youtube. I also like to play video games such as Valorant, Phasmophobia, Detroit become human and I just started playing Marvels Guardians of the Galaxy!

Are you a morning or a night person?

=> Night Owl!

What is your favorite food?

=> Another hard question- I love noodles, Katsudon, Piroshki, some thai food, korean food, italian food... I like what I like and I don’t really want to pick favorites... xD

What is your favorite movie or TV show?

=> The best movie of all time is Guardians of the Galaxy 3 - can't change my mind - with GotG 1 as a close second, followed by GotG 2. Best marvel series is Loki obviously- I also think that Captain America: The Winter Soldier is in the top 5 best Marvel movies ever released. Again I don’t like to pick favorites! I also love Kuroshitsuji, Lucifer, Boku no hero academia, shingeki no kyojin, star wars, soul eater, yuri on ice and MANY more!

What is your favorite childhood memory?

=> I once went to a star wars live music concert when I was younger to A New Hope and that was wild- Best day ever-

Who is your celebrity crush?

=> Currently that’s Sebastian Stan. Has been for some time. RDJ, Scarlett Johannson, Karen Gillan, Gwyneth Paltrow, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Hayden Christensen, Evan McGregor, Tom Hiddleston, Colin Firth and Taron Egerton, Zoe Saldana and Sam Worthington, Bradley Cooper are also up there-

Do you speak more than one language?

=> I speak english and german fluently and beginners french. I know single words and sentences in spanish, japanese and Dutch

What is your biggest pet peeve?

=> I don’t know for sure... Probably that my family is full of homophobic idiots trying to make me feel uncomfortable at every given opportunity-

What is your favorite holiday?

=> Summer Holiday because it’s the longest- I hate the heat-

Where did you grow up?

=> Planet Earth. xD

What is the skill that you would like to learn?

=> To think of smart things to say in the moment and not 5 hours later. So yes: A silver tounge.

What do you value most in a friend?

=> Loyalty. I want someone to be there for me and not talk shit about me. I want them to defend me if others do so and I want them to be able to see me at my worst and still stand by me. This is what I always try to do for others too.

What is your biggest irrational fear?

=> I don’t actually know. I have many. Probably eating worms and them living inside me without dieing. And dieing in general. And being drugged and unable to move. This got really heavy in the end xD

Well I hope you know me a bit better than before now.

Have a nice timezone and don’t forget to check out some posts, maybe you’ll find something you like! :D

~ Platinum INK

[tiesthatbind-tf]

I have a question; when your either writing or drawing each character, what does their voices sound like?

Is it's just the normal voices that are used throughout the TF series?

Or do you have other people in mind for each character?

Because I'm over trying to be serious but each time I do, I can't help but laugh at how hilarious Starscream sounds when he is being either Serious or Emotional! (Not that I hate him, I ADORE THE HELL out of him)

I gotta know!

So!

Breaking the character asks to answer as the Mun here.

I don’t use voices from the TF series at all except for the humans (in which case Charlie Watson is still Charlie Watson and Memo Gutierrez is still Memo Gutierrez) mainly since: A. The human!versions have slightly differing characterizations in my mind. That I don’t see them as robots any longer for this universe also adds to that. B. The human!versions have diverse ethnicities and I usually try to voice-cast as close as possible to that (though there is some leeway ie. going Middle Eastern for Kurdish Optimus, going for Lucy Liu as O-Ren Ishii for Windblade, Tim Curry for Tarn which is a complete departure from their background)

Beyond their ethnicity, I look at their background as well ie. Megatron is British, but not in the way that TFA might sound (higher class, BBC pronunciation), more in the way that a Yorkshire miner might sound (going with his IDW incarnation) so someone like Sean Bean fits the bill.

The current full cast is as below.

Autobots

Optimus Prime: Jay Ali (as Rahul ‘Ray’ Nadeem in Daredevil) (young)/Oded Fehr (old)

Ultra Magnus: Amitabh Bachan

Ratchet: Pierce Brosnan (as Liam Hennessy in The Foreigner)

Jazz: Anthony Mackie

Prowl: Donnie Yen

Perceptor: Dev Patel

Hot Rod: Taron Egerton

WindBlade: Lucy Liu (as O-Ren Ishii from Kill Bill)

Chromia: Danai Gurira (as Okoye from Black Panther)

Kup: Aysha Selim (as Ana Amari from Overwatch)

Drift: Takeshi Kaneshiro

Blaster: Ludi Lin (as Zack Taylor from 2017′s Power Rangers reboot)

Hound: James MacAvoy

Bumblebee: Tom Holland

Mirage: Tom Hiddleston

Nautica: Ana De Armas

Nightbeat: Idris Elba

Decepticons

Megatron: Sean Bean (as Richard Sharpe) (young), Charles Dance (as Tywin Lannister from GOT) (old)

Shockwave: Ghassan Massoud

Starscream: Luca Marinelli

Ravage: Diego Luna

Laserbeak: Rebecca Ferguson

Barricade: William Zabka

Tarn: Tim Curry

Non-aligned

Senator Proteus: Antony Starr (as Homelander from The Boys)

Dai Atlas: Keith David

Rung: Brent Spiner (as Owen Burnet from Gargoyles)

Terminus: Morgan Freeman

Elita One: Brigitte Nielsen

(For whatever reason the first portion of this post isn’t showing up on dash mode so head to the blog for a full read)