#Forrest Bondurant

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#tom hardy #mad max #warrior #tommy conlon #venom #venom let there be carnage #eddie brock #dunkirk #bane #batman #the dark knight rises #black hawk down #inception #the revenant #bronson #lawless #forrest bondurant #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #eames

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

TH Masterlist

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Forrest Bondurant

Normally, he’d never step inside a lingerie shop since it’s a woman’s domain. However, one day the mood strikes him and leaves him thinking he has to prove himself capable. So, instead of waiting outside as he usually does, he tags along.

Now, Forrest is not one for shopping at all. He even leaves groceries fully to you (unless you’re too busy, he’ll get them himself then). However, the way he acts in the lingerie shop has you rethink your assumptions about your stoic grumpy husband.

He passively aggressively hands you bras he thinks look good on you but refuses to say why exactly. Most of them are white or the colour of sand and have botanical embroidery or lace. In the fitting room, it’s hard to tell his opinion on stuff because, being a man of few words and a lot of grunts, the best you can get out of him is a sound you’ll have to interpret yourself.

Though there are varying degrees of approval in his noises, he thinks you look marvellous regardless of what you’re wearing. However, he might lose it if you show him a garter.

Leo Demidov

His usual stern though calm demeanour crumbles the moment you point out a lingerie shop you want to visit. Nevertheless, not wanting to deny you anything, he lets you pull him along. His discomfort is noticeable in the way he’s even more quiet than usual and refuses to let go of your hand. Also, he avoids your eyes, especially when you ask him what he thinks about the item in your hand.

In a low voice like he’s embarrassed to be heard, he points out bras and briefs that make him think of things at home, like the strawberry patch in your garden.

Leo loves pastel colours on you, but especially blueberry blue because it was over a cup of tea and blueberry scone he first fell for you.

Alfie Solomons

He has the time of his life and that is not an exaggeration. In fact, he probably enjoys shopping for lingerie more than you do. Then again, can you blame him? Alfie loves to dress you up (especially in silk) and spoil you rotten.

The employees can’t help but gawk as he hands you one item after another, soon leaving you blindly tagging after him because you’re too busy balancing the load in your arms. Neither do they stop him when he accompanies you to the fitting rooms because they know who they’re dealing with and know it’s less than advisable to go against the King of Camden. Nevertheless, he suppresses his urges until you’re home because he doesn’t want to let them have to deal with the aftermath just because he had to have his Queen.

But once you’re home, oh dear. Save to say, you won’t be getting out of bed after you’ve shown him all your new pretty outfits.

Eddie Brock

He’s shy at first because it’s already embarrassing to him he’s in a lingerie shop. Doesn’t matter you’re his girlfriend (soon to be fiancée), it feels like trespassing into uncharted territory. What’s more, rather than a bloke accompanying his girl, he’s one who occasionally talks to himself and so attracts unwanted attention. Well, you know he’s actually talking to Venom, but others don’t.

Speaking of Venom, the symbiote and Eddie are at odds when it comes to what they think looks good on you. Venom is a firm advocate for anything black, especially loving it if there are moonstone accents and intricate patterns. Eddie, on the other hand, is a firm believer in red and pink as well as simplistic design.

Nonetheless, you give him a look of utter disbelief when he points out a rosy brief with a fluffy pompom attached to the back. Venom agrees with Eddie’s opinion it makes you look like a bunny, an adorable prey. However, you and it are of one mind in that it’s surprising he likes this kind of thing.

Bob Saginowski

You could not even move him with a truck. Bob is hellbent on staying outside while you shop. The one time he went in he immediately regretted it. His ears were already tinged pink when his gaze fell on the store’s contents. However, they became a bright crimson when an image of you in the mint green set with an intricate lace pattern the mannequin in front of him wore popped into his head.

The flush crept to his cheeks when you started asking him his opinion on the items you picked, holding up bras to your chest or dangling briefs in front of him. Not a single word could be wrenched out of him, his short-circuited brain having left him an absolute disaster.

Bob insisted it was fine to try on some stuff, weakly gesturing to the fitting rooms and sticking up a thumb to show it was alright. You, on the other hand, wanted to put him out of his misery. After all, though funny at first, you could tell how uncomfortable he was. So you made your way to the till instead and went home.

Not that wearing lingerie there affects him any differently.

James Delaney

Is it you doing the shopping or him? James, despite his stoicism, is almost extremely critical when it comes to lingerie. He’ll have a comment ready about every piece you pick and isn’t at least entirely black. Yes, entirely because God forbid you pick something with even a smidge of colour. This is not a joke, by the way. Either it’s black or it’s a no. After all, he’s the one who’s paying.

Look, you tried to pay yourself in the past but either always found yourself cut off at the pin machine or the amount miraculously transferred back to your account via a bank account held by J.K. Delaney. Though he won’t admit it outright, James likes having financial control. Be it the bills, your expenses on wants (things you technically don’t seriously need but are nice to have, like clothes), the groceries, the mortgage, new furniture, he pays. You don’t know where he gets the money from because to you his antiquarian business seems fairly quiet, generating enough income to get by. The same goes for the articles he writes for academic publications. You’ve given up on asking, though, because each time you merely got a slightly displeased grunt and an off-handed comment not to worry. On the bright side, you at least get to finally pay your health insurance yourself!

Unlike Alfie, James doesn’t care about making a mess of the fitting rooms. If he wants his girl, he’ll have her on the spot. Bonus points if she looks especially marvellous in the set he picked for her (and which will definitely be bought). The staff just keep their fingers crossed and hope for the best each time you two drop by.

#Tom Hardy #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Eddie Brock imagine #Venom #Eddie Brock #Tom Hardy imagine #Forrest Bondurant #Leo Demidov #James Delaney

[potter-solomons]

forrest and his illegal lips.

#tom hardy #forrest swag #forrest #forrest bondurant

[hecatemoon87]

ABCs of Smut with Tom Hardy Characters

It starts off smutty - no minors allowed.

Part II

Angry sex with Alfie

"Now, what did I tell you about being a needy brat, eh? You come in my office, straddle my knee and grind that perfect cunt on me thigh? I'm in a fucking bad mood, luv. And I'm going to take it out on your poor cunny."

Bondage sex with Bane

You wiggle with anticipation as Bane wraps a black silk cord around your wrists. His muscles bulge as he settles in front of you. "So it's the darkness in me you wish to see, hmmm? Well, I'm going to give you a taste of it. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Let's see how much darkness you can swallow."

Erradic sex with Eddie

"I'm sorry, I just gotta have you again." He whines gruffly against your ear. He is behind you, his strong arms holding you against his chest, his pant covered erection grinding over your bottom. You two are rival journalists. You should be competing, not fucking. But, god, you want and need him too, don't you? So go ahead, relax and let Eddie’s thick cock glide up your cunt as he sets you on top of your desk. You were after all, supposed to have a meeting.

Fertility sex with Forrest

Forrest doesn't like to fool around. He wants to settle down and have a family. He's traditional, no sex before marriage. But as soon as you become his wife, he's your sugar bear between your legs. "You're beautiful, baby girl. Mind if I fill your sweetness up? I'll be gentle. You'll be such a good mama."

Freaky sex with Freddie

"Bloody hell, baby. I knew you'd look sexy as fuck wearing that." Freddie gazes upon you with lust as you walk into the bedroom dressed in a French maid outfit. He likes to fuck you in every position he can think of, and that outfit just adds to his kink. He's all about domination with a touch of humiliation. But that's just fine, because you enjoy everything he has to offer. "Why don't you spread those gorgeous legs for daddy, you little slut."

Hedonistic sex with Heathcliff

This man has utter disregard for society. He likes to push boundaries and the limits of other people. It means he does the same in the bedroom. He likes to indulge in kinky sex on occasion, but mostly, he enjoys teasing your clit and nipples until you're a trembling mess. Your cunt will be aching and your honey will be coating your thighs. You will beg him for cock, and you'll have it...when he's good and ready. "That's right, darling. Beg you little slut. You've reached your limit, haven't you? Good, let's push you some more."

Intimate sex with Ian Eames

No doubt this man can deliver some delectable intense sex. But he's a bit of a stickler for the intimate side. He likes thrusting at a slow pace as he gazes down into your needy eyes. You think he does this to tease you. As you badly desire him to rail you. But the slow burn, the build-up of his lovemaking has always delivered some explosive orgasms. So just lay back and enjoy his cock between your legs and his tongue inside your hungry mouth.

Jesuitical sex with James

James doesn't often speak. He is a thinker, a man of action. When he does something, it needs to have a purpose. You have a purpose, a use for him. You weren't exactly certain what that was until he has you naked in his bed, covering your quivering body with hot, wet kisses. "You are part of my soul," he whispers as he enters your tight little core.

Lazy weekend sex with Leo

Leo works hard during the week. When the weekend comes, he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with you. His agenda is to spend time with you, especially between your legs. "Please, malyshka, say it again." He moans as his cock is planted firmly in your cunt. You tell him what he wants to hear, "I love you, my lion."

Tantric sex with Tommy

Tommy is a bit naive when it comes to experimenting with sex. He knows how to do it the good old-fashioned way, but when you tell him about tantric sex he wrinkles his nose. "That some sort of new age stuff?" You laugh, then proceed to show him how it's done. Through sensual kissing, touching, stroking, and petting, you are successful in getting Tommy hard as a rock. "When can I be inside you?" he almost whimpers. "You don't," you whisper against his ear and kiss his temple sweetly. "What?" He is very frustrated. "It's all about our aura and sensual contact, baby boy." He stares at you in disbelief, causing you to laugh again. "Just kidding!" "Oh, I'm so gonna give your bratty pussy a good pounding." He says.

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #facepuller #tom hardy smut #eddie brock #james delaney #alfie solomons #freddie jackson #tommy conlon #Heathcliff #leo demidov #bane #forrest bondurant #ian eames

[ninja-potato-shelby-solomons]

#umm no thank you I'll pass

#alfie solomons #tom hardy #forrest bondurant #calm down its just a meme #happy new year #nye 2024 #drinking again

[angel-inked]

Song fic: The devil inside - Daniel Murphy

This is the start of a song inspired Forrest Bondurant fic, I have a Tommy Conlon one in the works as well

And without further ado, enjoy!

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“And its special deputy!” The newcomer nit-picked. Sheriff Pete Hodges narrowed his eyes, all this so-called “Special Deputy” had done so far was reinforce his distaste for city folk. “I hear these mountain boys have got, uh… oh, what do you hicks call it?” Hodges did everything in his power to suppress a glare, “Cherokee… blood in them, yes, this would explain why they're a little… animalistic in their nature.” Charlie Rakes said, features scrunched together as if the mere thought of it disgusted him. The sheriff sighed silently through his nose, thinking that whoever thought it was a good idea to send Rakes to Franklin wanted to damn his small town to hell. “Well, I don't rightly understand what you mean,” Hodges started out, not looking to stir up things that didn't have no need to be stirred in the first place, “but there's a feeling around these parts,” the newcomer's ears perked up with intrigue. “Forrest bondurant, he's.. different from the other folks, some say..” The sheriff paused to choose his next word carefully, “Indestructible.” He decided. “You mean immortal?” Rakes asked with a smirk, awaiting a laugh from the sheriff to assure himself that his leg was being pulled under the table. Hodges expression remained serious however, the laugh Rakes wanted to hear never came. “Others even say he's got the devil in'em.” Hodges added. Rakes let out a high pitched laugh, making Hodges wonder if his unmentionables were still in his abdomen, “Shit,” he scoffed, “you hicks are a fucking sideshow unto yourselves.” He chuckled. “You know something?” Hodges said before he could stop himself. Rakes looked up at him with a curt and disdainful smile, “I don't much like you.” The sheriff uttered, finally giving himself the satisfaction of speaking his mind. “Oh yeah?” Rakes asked, gesturing to him, “Well, would you believe that not many do.” He added sarcastically.

#tom hardy #hope you enjoy #wip wednesday #forrest bondurant #wip wip wip #lawless #fanfiction #Spotify

[rose-like-the-phoenix]

Armed with a straight razor...

Lawless: Forrest Bondurant (Tom Hardy)

This is a product of me thinking about how to rewrite the bloodyer scenes of lawless to fit an extra character

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#forrest bondurant #tom hardy #aesthetic #phone wallpaper #background #wallpaper #lawless (2012)

[thedevilshardy]

What they will do to you - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part IV: dirty! + 1 extra for you guys! You wished for them, there you go.

Max Rockatansky

He always seems like a grumpy companion - doesn't talk much, doesn't like to talk much, and you always feel like he doesn't like you at all. That he indeed does, you get to know when you two land in bed.

His apperiance might already premise it - this guy is a wild one in bed! He knows how to fuck good and does it without any further words. The first kiss with him is all teeth and tongue - his lips are heaven, for real, biting and niping at your lower lip like he's about to eat you alive.

He doesn't talk in clothes, but is a real dirty talker once the clothes are gone. He tells you how well you suck his cock, how you've been a very bad girl and how he likes to fuck your pussy so hard until you can't walk the next day. You can't get enough, not of his taste, not of his deep, satisfying voice.

He can hold you down like no one's ever done it before. He glides into you, stuffing you to the fullest, and still manages to make you feel you need to be hugged even tighter, until you can't breathe anymore.

You can feel him coming, and it's like coming home. You two don't need words.

Freddie Jackson

Ohhhh, Freddie Boy. You never know what he is about to do, to plan, how his mood changes during the day. This man is like a ticking bomb, and you never know when he is about to explode. Still, he does things to you.

He has days where he is rough, and where he squeezes his hips between your legs before you can even stop him. The best sex of your life you had was when he got out of jail and fucked the life out of your bones, thrusting so deep and hard as if it would be the last time of his life. You still get off to this thought of his burning hard dick in your pussy that day.

He can be gentle, too. He has some days where he searches your closeness so intense it's almost written in his skin. His hands touch, grope, feel - he lets his teeth sink into your warm skin, breathes in the scent of it, sucks your pussy until you come in his mouth.

He has a kink for legs. He loves it when you wear thin, black tights, when he can let his hands wander over your legs. He gets hard in a minute from that. Just from the sight.

He's loud, ohsofuckingloud and when he comes, you feel it in every pore, and he lets you know for sure until he's fully spend.

Bob Saginowski

This man is such a sweetheart! He's a good guy, and that's exactly what makes him utterly attractive. His seduction is slow, but still going deep.

He's caring. He does want you to feel all safe, all good when you are with him - and he's romantic. He doesn't touch you until you've had three dates at least. And after that - ohhhhh damn.

He has very skilled hands. They find a very sneaky way through the layers of your clothes, they touch you right, and, what is most important - he leaves you shaking for more. He lets you melt into his hands before he fucks you, and claims you just the way you like it.

Although he's achingly hard from your touch, he has the time to bring you to the edge of madness. He's so deep inside you, thrusting into your leaking wetness, holding your thighs high over his shoulders - just to push his dick even deeper inside you, again, again, again! - making you nearly scream when you feel your inner walls pulse.

His rule: his girl comes first. That's why he's got you vibrating and gasping underneath him long before he spills inside you, and he kisses every wave of your orgasm away. He cuddles you after, seeking all the closeness he needs. You two fall asleep together.

Forrest Bondurant

It's not fear that makes you shake in his presence, cause he isn't one of those men. But still he does something with your inners that you can't describe.

He has one thing that he uses to totally thrill you in bed: his toothpick. It looks delicious put up there between those beautiful lips, but it makes you shake inside when he lets the end of it scratch over your skin. The tiny toothpick in his mouth glides over your tits, your stomach, and - you breath out deep before you can feel it with a moan - over the folds of your pussy. He spits it out before his hands grap your thighs and he licks the hell out of you.

He doesn't handle you with care - but never hurts you for real. He has the perfect feeling for the fine lines between pain and pure sensation.

He fucks like he fights: unforgiving. Hard, sharp thrusts between your spread out legs, deep grunts from his chest, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. He adores the marks you leave on his body.

You come twice when he fucks you. First on your back, second when he fucks you hard from behind.

Thank you so much for reading this! 🤍 And thanks for all the love from the posts before. 🥺 Every single one of you made my day. Enjoy your sunday! I'll be up with some small smut pieces soon. Character? Who knows. 😌

#tom hardy #character sheet #mad max #max rockatansky #freddy jackson #bob saginowski #forrest bondurant #fanfic

[mlmxreader]

First Time For Everything | Forrest Bondurant x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Forrest Bondurant Hey!! Hope everything's going as well as it can 🖤. May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Forrest Bondurant X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Just fucking leave it, alright?!"+"Tell him, tell him that I-" Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: there's a first time for everything, even if it's just a little thing.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

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When Forrest first met you, you were little more than a brawler; mouthing off to everyone who so much as looked at you in a way you didn't like, always the first to throw a punch. You challenged him, more often than not, and although he trusted you when it came to business, you were better off as an enforcer than anything else.

You didn't work well with others, except Forrest; he knew what you were like, and although he could be brutal when he needed to be, he preferred to do things without violence. You were just added muscle for him in case he needed it. But then, the two of you were rather inseparable. You slept in the same bed, got out of bed at the same time and refused to move if the other was still asleep, you ate together, you bathed together.

You did almost everything together. But while you would sit nearby and read a book, some stupid dime novel more often than not, he would be sitting nearby drinking and figuring out what was happening the next day.

You liked moments like that, and although Forrest never said anything, he did, too. Today was a quiet day, thankfully, light grey clouded skies and soft rains, a chilly wind; Forrest gave you one of his cardigans when he noticed that you were getting a bit nippy.

But more than anything, you were both just lounging around for the day; it wasn't often that things were quiet, it wasn't often that there wasn't something going on that required hours of work. You were glad of it, really. It was nice to be able to just lounge around with Forrest, knowing that he didn't expect you to talk and finding solace in the easy quiet that settled in the room.

You felt like you could actually breathe when Forrest was around, especially if he was in your line of sight.

But he looked at you differently today, and you weren't exactly sure as to why; it was the type of hungry, desperate gaze that you had seen men give women at local pubs, but you knew that Forrest would never think about you that way. You were sure of it.

But tried as you did, you couldn't help but to look at him from the corner of your eye every now and then, chewing at the inside of your lip as you hummed and shook your head.

"Something on your mind?"

You nearly flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, pulling you violently from your thoughts just as they were about to start straying down a path that you were less than keen on going down. "Not really, just… thinking."

"Uh-huh." He didn't seem convinced or satisfied with your answer in the slightest. "Thinking."

You sighed heavily, getting up from your chair and clearing your throat, unsure of why your legs were shaking and why your heart was pounding in your chest when you caught his gaze. "I'm gonna, uh, I'm gonna go get some firewood. Meant to be cold later."

Forrest raised a brow, huffing as he put down his papers and stood up, careful as he followed you; he could see the tremble of your hands as you opened the door, the slight uneasy steps that you were taking as you went down the back. For a moment, he wondered if you had caught onto him, but he was sure that he had been careful and quiet enough that you wouldn't have.

It wasn't that he didn't want you to know how he felt, and nor was it that he thought it would be a bad idea to get involved with you that way; but nobody knew the risks of his business better than Forrest. Nobody knew the unsafety that came with being around him. Sure, you could handle yourself - but what if you were caught off guard?

What if you were outnumbered and outgunned? What if someone chose the right spot, at the right place and time to pull the pin?

He paused in his tracks, sitting on the floor as he looked up at the sky for a moment.

"You gonna tell me?"

"Just fucking leave it, alright?!" You snapped.

Anyone else would have run off scared, knowing your temper all too well; how you were a loaded gun, and all they had to do was give the wrong look, say the wrong word, and the trigger would be pulled. But not Forrest. He just looked at you, trying to hide the concern in his eyes as he chewed at the inside of his lip.

"Easy."

You sighed, dropping to your knees next to the axe, your hands still resting on the handle as you shook your head. "Forrest, I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Keep pretending like I haven't noticed," you huffed. "And like I don't… like I don't know what that look is, but you… you'd never fucking want me like that."

Slowly, he started moving closer, stopping when you glared at him until you allowed him to sit right in front of you, a small smile on his lips as he grunted softly and nodded.

"Go away," you whispered. "Get out of my face, Forrest. Please. Just… tell Howard, tell him, tell him that I-"

Gently, Forrest grabbed your face in his rough and calloused hands, forcing you to look at him. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He couldn't help but to smile a little, kissing you softly and gently; a man capable of greater violence than you could be, so tender and so careful with you even though he knew you so fucking well. He worried about your safety, but he knew that he could keep you safe.

He pulled away, features clearly pink as he cleared his throat. "Partners?"

You leaned back, sighing. "So… I was wrong."

Forrest nodded.

"First time for everything," you joked quietly. "Forrest… why didn't you tell me?"

"I worried."

"You still worried?" You asked quietly.

He nodded.

"Don't be," you murmured. "I can look after myself, and you… you can help."

#mlem writes #forrest bondurant #forrest bondurant imagine #forrest bondurant x reader #Forrest Bondurant fanfic #lawless fanfiction #lawless #lawless movie #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy

[tomhardymyking]

My eyes can only be focused on 𝗧𝗼𝗺's lips in this scene from 𝑳𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 👀💓🔥😚

(He doesn't speak, there's a voiceover, that's why the audio is muted)

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Mis ojos solo pueden estar enfocados en los labios de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 en esta escena de 𝑺𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒚 👀💓🔥😚

(Él no habla, hay una voz en off, por eso el audio está silenciado)

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#tom hardy #edward thomas hardy #lawless #sin ley #forrest bondurant #tom hardy videos #tom hardy lips #videos #my edits #mis edits

[theliterarybeldam]

It’s cuffing season

And now we got a reason to get a big boy

I need a big boy

Give me a big boy

#tom hardy #big boy #sza #okay I’m done #for now #👀 #forrest bondurant #alfie solomons

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters and Crochet

TH Masterlist

This concept was prompted by my new hobby and led to some very interesting (and, in my opinion, good) plot points. Henceforth, I might turn some of these wee ideas into full-fledged one-shots. For now, though, enjoy!

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Tommy Conlon

The art of crochet is an absolute mystery to him. Nevertheless, though he won’t admit it plainly since he’s been raised and trained to keep his emotions in check, he absolutely loves and adores the husky you made him.

It had been another fretful night, one that leaves you alone in the bed and him either wandering about the beach nearby or leads to a night of training at the boxing school. Either way, Tommy shut you out yet again, refusing to show you even a glimpse of the chaos he carries with him.

Later that day, the short night was followed by an equally as plagued nap. It's that he woke up before it was too late, but otherwise he'd have fallen off of the sofa and face planted into the soft carpet (which you had bought after the one time that actually did happen). Now, it’s his snuggle buddy and you’ve noticed it’s helped with the nightmares caused by his PTSD. So nowadays the silence when you come home after work is laced by soft snoring, an oddly comforting sound that stems from the most heartwarming sight.

Tommy, tightly holding on to his husky as he snuggles it. His ear phones are connected to his laptop, an ASMR video with rain sounds displayed on the screen.

Perfectly content.

At rest.

Alfie Solomons

You were already magical in his eyes, but the fact you can create stuff out of yarn makes you even more so. He still thinks your hooks look uncannily like embalming tools, but he adores the scarf you made him. He wears it whenever he can, loving the texture as well as your scent.

Alfie proudly promotes your stuff wherever he goes and helps you set up at markets. He’d like for you to do only markets in Margate and Camden so he can keep a close eye on you. However, should it be anywhere else, rest assured he’ll hang around the area and make sure you eat and drink properly. He’ll literally pop by a Prêt-A-Manger to buy lunch and deliver it to you or, as is more often the case, pull you away from your stall so you two can sit down in a coffee shop or restaurant together.

He loves it whenever you text him to provide him with photos of a new project you completed. Lastly, Alfie also always asks what you’re working on.

Forrest Bondurant

He’s actually the one who taught you how to crochet (and secretly adored how shyly you asked him to teach you). He’s a stern teacher, but a good one. Forrest is a man of many hidden talents (like baking, he makes a mean apple pie). Then again, so is his brother Howard, who is great at knitting. Jack, on the other hand, has skipped out on the creative gene though he’s been trying to teach himself how to sew.

Forrest and you do markets together. However, he mostly does the general set-up while you busy yourself with the customers. Because even though he’s very business savvy, the quiet force behind Little Moonshiners (specialized in the cutest handmade stuffies) is in fact a social disaster.

He does like talking to you, though.

(And has made you a custom wolf stuffie, which has become your all-time favourite)

Eddie Brock

Eddie and Venom alike love the stuffies you make, but V thinks his host sometimes takes his support of your hobby a bit too far. Recently, he’s asked you to teach him and ever since you’ve been trying to figure it out together. Eddie seems to finally have the basic stitches down while Venom is bordering on giving up. Not even reading the body language of his host makes him understand crochet. So he’s now your ultimate yarn spinner.

Eddie, on the other hand, has become a little competitive. Though he tries to be inconspicuous, you occasionally catch him glancing your way in an attempt to estimate whether your way of crocheting a certain project is more efficient and neater than his. To this extent, he proposes to try a new pattern together (and compare the results).

He does admit, without a second’s doubt, you’re the queen of plushies.

Eddie loves the journaling aspect of it too. He keeps a neat and very minimalist journal. Well, he tries to be minimalist and objective (as his work has taught him to be), but often finds himself writing about you, pondering your opinion on his works.

And Venom loves to tease him about said entries by mentioning them to you.

Farrier

He’s loath to admit it, but he can’t help but think of his Nan whenever he sees you crochet. The confession almost slipped out when you gave him a cream coloured crocheted turtleneck sweater for Christmas, the reason you puzzled him with taking measurements three months earlier. And it’s this turtleneck he wears quite often and takes with him whenever he’s sent abroad.

Because your scent lingers in it, mixed with his.

Because it’s a piece of home.

It’s you when you aren’t there.

And it’s the only thing that’ll prevent him from crying when he's so far from home it feels like his heart is torn apart at the seams.

Reggie Kray

Reggie loves to watch you work. He doesn’t need to understand it, finding perfect contentment in seeing you absolutely absorbed in your projects. He’s simply happy to plop you in his lap and rest his head on your shoulder, though that does little to help you focus on the pattern or the tutorial you’re watching.

He gives the best hand massages too! Whether you asked for one or not, Reggie will give you one regardless after you’ve put the hook down for the time being. Sometimes he even stops you after a certain period of time, knowing how your tight grip can cause your hand to cramp after carefully observing you for a while.

Although he does not say it whenever the topic comes up, he will blatantly admit when riled up enough that part of the reason he wants out of the gangster life is to permanently give you the peace and quiet that surrounds you whenever you crochet.

And stills his inner storm.

Also, have a wee treasure I accidentally found😉

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Venom #Eddie Brock #Tommy Conlon #Forrest Bondurant #Farrier #Reggie Kray

[mattykelevra]

Tom Hardy/Forrest Bondurant/Lawless

#Tom Hardy #Lawless #Forrest Bondurant

[hecatemoon87]

🎄Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🎁 Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

🌟 Tommy Conlon: Christmas Gift

❤️‍🔥 James Delaney: Scrooge

❄️ Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🍬 Ian Eames: Ski Lodge

✨️ Reggie Kray: Snowball Fight

🕯Alfie Solomons: Hanukkah

🎁 Leo Demidov: Happy New Year's

🔥 Freddie Jackson: Cranberry Cocktail

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[ninja-potato-shelby-solomons]

There’s more to life then Tom Hardy you know

*nods slowly* Yes. Yes, you make a good point. There really IS more to life than Tom Hardy. Such as:

Forrest

Tommy

Eames

James

Eddie

Tuck

Bob

AND OF COURSE, KING ALFIE

Thank you for for bringing this to my attention, brave Anon. I am so truly grateful.

#so much more #kindly fuck off

#tom hardy #alfie solomons #forrest bondurant #tommy conlon #eddie brock #tuck hansen #james delaney #eames

[angel-inked]

Don't lose sleep over it.

Forrest sleeps on a mattress on the floor, ever wonder how that came to be?

This also got a lot longer than I thought it would lol

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A slow day at the station with fair weather meant sitting out on the front porch, you were sitting in a rocking chair with a towel laid over your lap, peeling potatoes for tonight's supper, stealing glances at Howard, Danny, and Jack. Howard and Danny were passing a jar between themselves, despite having a crate sat at their feet, the pair of old friends were content to share one at a time as if it made it taste better. Jack let out a heavy sigh, resting his hat on his knee as he leaned back against a poll that aided in holding up the roof that covered the porch, brooding over God knows what. A relaxed smile rested on your face, the late afternoon that was slowly turning into an evening was almost perfect, given the absence of one of the brothers.

“I could run them blockades.” Jack said flatly. “You? A blockader? Shit.” Danny scoffed. “Ya know, Forrest don't like hearin’ none of your shit.” Howard said with a smug grin, knowing that no matter how ever many times Jack was told to stop complaining, didn't mean he was going to stop anytime soon. “Forrest ain't got no vision,” Jack griped, and you shook your head. That boy would be rich if he could make a living off of talkin’ about vision this and vision that, you thought. “He still sleeps on the floor, like a goddamn chinaman.” Jack continued as Danny passed the half full jar back to Howard. The eldest glanced at Danny as he took the jar, he sat it on the old oak barrel next to his side of the bench. He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and smiling at Jack. “I'll bet you don't know the story behind that do you, little brother?” He asked. Jack only stared in response, making Howard snort a laugh, “All started the day somebody broke into the goddamned place…”

“Son of a bitch..” Forrest grumbled quietly, walking up the front steps, glancing back at Howard over his shoulder. The eldest snapped his head up to attention, “You seein’ this shit?” Forrest gestured to the broken window, shards of glass littered almost half of the front part of the wrap around porch. Forrest sighed as he entered through the door, retrieving his revolver from his belt. “You check upstairs.” He said calmly, they've already dealt with their share of less reputable sources, it was the nature of their business and not many in said business had the pleasure of officials who turned a blind eye to them and their doings in broad daylight. Howard nodded and moved past him, marching up the stairs with all the grace of a compact herd of bulls. Forrest sighed heavily, damn it Howard. Thankfully there was only one set of stairs, however he wouldn't put it past some people to fling themselves out of a second story window depending on how desperate they were, he's pulled enough of his own risky getaway stunts to understand this on a personal level, and getting away from Howard was certainly something that could drive someone to such measures. The kitchen and barroom, and more importantly his office appeared untouched as he moved through the rooms. He stood steadfast in the doorway of his office, eyes studying every inch of the room to satisfy himself that there wasn't a single belonging out of place, with as much time as he spent here, of course he would be the one to know. He breathed deeply, a long deep comfortable breath of cigar smoke soaked walls mixing with the leather polish he used on the boots that he kept for nice, not that “nice” counted for much around here. He hung his hat on a crudely fashioned iron hook Howard had put by the door some time ago now, Howard was of course taller, so eye level for him was a bit over Forrest's head but that didn't matter, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. A content sigh left his lips, half a mind to pick up one of his ledgers.

“Forrest!” Howard called, Forrest flinched at the sudden break of his comfortable silence, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, grumbling incoherently to himself as he took a step backwards out of the doorway, supposing being hollered at by his brother was better than hearing a gunshot. His heavy boots thudded as he moved up the stairs, he'd never exactly gone out of his way to find Howard, didn't have to. Just follow the string of curses, they'd always lead right to him. Howard stood aimless in the middle of the bedroom, Jack's bedroom.. or what was left of it. Clothes were scattered across the floor as if thrown, Forrest knew they were folded and put away in the chest of drawers this morning, he'd been the one to put them there. Mattress and bedding turned over carelessly, they fared better than the frame itself, looking like someone had taken both ends of an ax to it. A splintered pile of broads, like someone had been in desperate need of firewood. Forrest wouldn't really blame them had that been the case, he'd been in that position before, knew a lot of others who had also been there before.

Howard glanced around the room, gaze finally settled on Forrest leaning a shoulder against the door jamb with his arms crossed across his chest. The shorter male flicked his hazel eyes toward the leftovers of their younger brother's bed and back to Howard's face, he hadn't been able to tell if the feeling that spider-walked down his spine was a shiver or a tingle. The eldest settled on a mix of both, deadlocked by what was outwardly the stare of the middle brother, but inwardly, a dead ringer for the stare of a mother. Forrest had always looked the most like her. He'd always had her eyes, greenish hazel with flakes of honeyed brown, he attempted to shrug off the haunting memory. “This is it,” he stated, answering the unsaid question, “nothin’ else.” You learned how to answer without being asked if you spent enough time with Forrest, something the youngest had yet to master. Silence fell among the two men, Forrest readjusted his stance slightly, shifting on his feet, eyes moving around the bedroom. Howard idled, taking his time to stow away his weapon, awaiting his brother's command. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rested his weight on one leg, a hip stuck out to the side, eyes following and tracing the paths the eyes of his younger brother carved out. “Hmm” Forrest finally hummed, stepping over the threshold, one hand settling in the pocket of his patterned sweater vest, “Best find something to fix that window,” he started, “bar it at least, until we get a replacement.” Howard nodded, and Forrest continued, “I'll sort this mess out.” His free hand gestured to the room, Howard nodded again, moving past Forrest without a word, off to do as he was told.

Forrest huffed, recalling how he spent their last trip into town doing all he could to hold Howard back from lounging at a pair of, well he still thought of them as boys, they were grown now. Howard ran with them once, if only because they were his age. They snickered at each other, Howard and Jack were whooped house dogs, according to them, and Forrest was an overly bossy prick apparently. “They don't know us.” Forrest had said out of earshot in an attempt to quell a frenzied Howard. He shook his head as if it would rid his mind of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. He flipped the latch on the window open, grabbing the stick that Jack used to prop it open. He sent the first piece of wood sailing out of the window, hurtling toward the ground. He'd stuff it in the barn later, even if it did end up as firewood later. Wood could always be used for something.

Howard spat on the ground, holding the rusty nails with his mouth may not have been the best idea in hindsight, but it got the job done. He yanked on the similarly rusted rebar, with not a single clue nor care where Forrest and Cricket came up with it, to make sure it held, it was a crude fix, but he still grinned when it stayed in place, he had gotten what he was after. The old screen door wailed on its hinges as he made his way to inspect his work from the inside. His pleased grin only widened. His attention snapped to the stairs when he heard a thunk, wood against wood, followed by a soft string of uttered curses. “Forrest?!” He called, no answer, figures. His feet carried him up the stairs before he really had a say in the matter. Whoever had broken the window was well and gone, but his strong instincts to protect kicked in nonetheless. His heavy boots stomped against the wooden floor as he rushed to his baby brother. The doorway was blocked by a piece of furniture, a bed frame, maybe? he couldn't see around or over it. “Forrest?” He said again, more confused this time. “Well, push the damned thing already.” Forrest responded from inside the room, sounding particularly frustrated. Howard propped a shoulder against the dark colored wood, bracing his legs as he put his weight into wedging the heavy object out of the way. It emitted a manner of creaks and groans, complaining with every inch of movement, a number of groans, grunts, and grumbling came from the two men brute forcing the movement upon it. Forrest would give him an earful later, but Howard ceased his pushing momentarily, adjusting his stance and growling at the stubborn simple bed. Resetting his feet and putting all his weight into ramming his shoulder against the frame, and something gave, it was through the door finally.

Forrest fell backwards with a thunk, he gazed up at the piece of furniture that now towered over him from this point of view on his rear. “Bastard…” he murmured, cursing directed at the inanimate object, not Howard. He huffed before going to get to his feet, a pair of arms snaked under his pits and lifted him, remaining in place until he found his balance. Howard rounded his side and came into vision, blue orbs ran over Forrest multiple times in quick succession. Howard could step up if needed, but without a solid source of direction, he would ultimately be entirely lost. Those concerned eyes came to rest on the middle brother's face. Forrest only softened his gaze like this for his brothers, bunching part of Howard's jacket in his fist, a couple light tugs and a pat on the shoulder made Howard smile at him. With the bedframe no longer stuck, Forrest muscled it into place with ease as Howard's features scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Where'd you get this?” He asked, not thinking about how his body seemed to help move the mattress in place automatically. Forrest paused, staring Howard down from the opposite side of the bed, a soft grunt fell from his lips as he turned to put the rest of the bed back together. Howard once again made to help without much thought on anything except what Forrest wouldn't tell him, he cornered the shorter male as he put a pillow in its proper place, studying Forrest's expression. “Aren't I worth answerin’?” Howard said, placing an arm either side of his younger brother's head, leaning on his hands and the wall. Forrest sighed heavily and audibly through his nose, ducking under Howard's arm and making for his own bedroom door. Howard of course, followed, stopping the door from shutting completely with his foot with very little force, albeit said door was slammed in his face regardless after Forrest smacked his side into it. Howard remained in place for a moment, staring at the door and nodding at nothing in particular, eventually sullenly walking to his door at the end of the hall.

“It's been that way since.” Howard finished telling his tale, “you got back from Cricket's, and didn't know the difference.” He added. The orange, pink, and purple gradient of the sunset was accompanied by the approaching rumble of an engine, the brothers shared truck came to a stop and Forrest lumbered out of the driver's seat, and the aforementioned Cricket Pate appeared from the passenger door, the grin plastered to his face got bigger when he spotted Jack. “Jack! You ain't gon’ believe this.” He chirped happily, showing off his newest jar of hooch. Forrest let out a satisfied groan as he twisted his midsection, making his back crack with an audible pop. He thudded up the steps with no hurry in his pace as Cricket chattered on about how he'd perfected his recipe, “I.. uh, had a little help, of course.” He added, glancing up at Forrest, who shook his head and shrugged, not sharing in the boy’s excitement with how many years he's been runnin’ shine now, wasn't worth fussin’ over. Forrest sauntered to your side, stubble pressed into your cheek as he caressed it with a gentle kiss, “Darl’” he drawled softly in greeting. Cricket had gone quiet, as Jack's focus shifted to his big brother taking his relaxed moments toward the front door, one foot got over the threshold before he stopped and turned back to Jack, who figured he knew he was being stared at, “The hell you watchin’ me for?” The middle brother asked, Jack turned away, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Hmft.” Forrest grunted at the lack of answering, and then he disappeared inside.

#hope you enjoy #wip wednesday #wip wip wip #tom hardy #forrest bondurant #lawless #fluff #there might be a Bob saginowski piece coming soon 😉 #for now enjoy some fluffy Forrest thinking about his brothers before himself #🖤🖤🖤🖤