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[mlmxreader]

Never Finished, Never Started | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "It's not much, but it's… I'm sorry." Thank you so very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Tommy comes home at the worst possible time, but it isn't all that bad.

tws: masturbation, talk of sex toys, sexual fantasies, swearing

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Tommy was worried when he walked through the front door, the sounds of grunts and the bed squeaking hitting his ear, he assumed something terrible was happening as he dumped his workout bag by the door and rushed towards the shared bedroom; his eyes wide and his chest heaving, he nearly tripped over his own feet as he barged into the room.

Panting heavily as he took in the sight before him. You, sprawled out on the bed with your shorts at your ankles and your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, a thin sheet of sweat across your skin, he could see your hand hard at work pleasing yourself, and as he stood there frozen, he was only pulled back to reality by the name leaving your lips. 

“Tommy… fuck, fuck, Tommy!”

He clenched his jaw, the worry leaving him and becoming replaced by something else as he watched you closely; he cleared his throat eventually, grabbing your attention. Guilt immediately washed over him when you yelped and pulled your hand away from yourself, fumbling to cover your body with the blanket.

He hung his head and turned around, cursing himself as he chewed at his bottom lip until it bled. He only turned around once you told him you were decent, and although he was blushing furiously, he attempted to put on a brave face. It wasn’t like Tommy had expected you to never do such a thing, it wasn’t like he didn’t know that people had certain needs - it was more the fact that you had been calling his name.

He was… he was flattered, he was shocked, he was pleased, he was surprised all at once. He wasn’t really sure what to do about it. Tommy was, in the best way possible, completely, utterly stunned.

“It’s not much, but it’s… I’m sorry,” he said quietly, trying to avoid your gaze. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You just about managed to catch your breath, all sweaty palms and heart pounding like you had been caught doing the worst thing imaginable. “Tommy, I- shit.”

“I, uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he shrugged. “I’m gonna get coffee… you want one?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He turned on his heel, practically running out of the room. He hoped the kitchen counter would disguise how hard he was, he hoped that it would go down by the time he finished making coffee; but he was aching, his tip pressing against the thick fabric of his jeans through his thin boxers. Every step was torture.

His hands shook as he prepared the coffee, wondering if he was really about to ruin everything by telling you the truth; that he had done the same thing countless times, imagining you riding him. Your hands on  his chest, calling his name as he pounded up into your ass. Fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, only making his ache worse and worse.

His mind kept drifting, and he was hating it more with every passing second until you caught his attention. It was common for you to wear his hoodies, but paired with his boxers as well?

Fuck.

He bit back the urge to whimper.

“I, uhm…” you shook your head. “I’m… y’know… I, uh, I thought I was alone.”

“I’m sorry,” Tommy murmured. “I should’ve knocked…”

“At least now I don’t have to admit I’m attracted to you,” you joked weakly, immediately regretting it when he glared at you. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s…” he swallowed thickly as he shrugged. “I’ve done the same.”

You seemed to brighten up. “You have?”

He nodded. “A lot…”

“Well…” you moved around the counter, your eyes falling on his tented jeans as you smiled. “I take it you enjoyed the show, Tommy?”

His breath hitched in his throat as he nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

You got closer, pressing yourself against the nearest counter as your eyes snapped up to meet his. “I think we should take care of it.”

Tommy let out a soft sigh, placing his hands either side of you as he trapped you between his body and the counter. “What do you mean?”

“I never got the chance to finish,” you whispered, hands resting on his belt as you bit at your lip for a second. “You never got the chance to start. Seems a little unfair.”

He hummed, slipping his hand beneath the boxers so he could grab your ass. “You really wanna do this?”

Your hips bucked, a soft breath falling from your open mouth as you nodded. “I’m tired of fantasising, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, slipping his finger between your cheeks and humming when he felt something wet against his skin. “You’re already lubed up?”

“I keep a little helper in the shoebox under the bed,” you admitted. “I was gonna use him once I was done playing.”

“I don’t think you’ll need him anymore,” Tommy growled, pressing his hips against yours just so you could feel how hard he was. “How many times did you think of me when you used him?”

You shrugged, slowly becoming breathless as you clung onto him. “Every time.”

“Shit…” he breathed out, withdrawing his hand from you for a second so he could unclasp his belt. “Every time?”

“Every time,” you agreed. “I’ve always wanted you, Tommy. Always… but now I fucking need you, I need you so fucking badly right now, don’t make me beg.”

Tommy nodded, swallowing thickly as he completely took his hands from you, clearing his throat. “Just one thing.”

“Anything.”

“Is it just friends?” He asked quietly. “Or something more?”

“I’d want something more,” you confessed, starting to ache from the need biting into you. “But it’s your decision.”

“So it’s something more,” he breathed out, nodding. “Fuck… I can’t, uh, I can’t… can’t talk about serious shit now.”

“Neither can I,” you laughed softly. “You wanna fuck and then talk?”

“Fuck then talk,” Tommy agreed, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bedroom. “Like you said - you never got the chance to finish, I never got the chance to start.”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Branded - A Tommy Conlon/Reader Smut Drabble.

For the prompt “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken” chosen by @wandawiccan60!

Warnings - Utter filth below the cut. Minors DNI!

Words - 374

He pounds you, the fucking he gives raw, unfettered, uncontained, his hand spanking you again as he bounces you on his cock, hand moving your hair from your neck and his teeth finding your throat, your wail filling the bedroom as he bites down on your tender flesh. Those bites lead to your shoulder, branding you, his overly aroused state blinding him entirely.

His hardness keeps hitting your summit so deeply, you feel faint, gripping on around his huge body, your hands delighting in touring the vast expanse of his muscular back. Yes, it was as if Tommy Conlon was carved from rock. The Greek statues have nothing on the splendour of his physique.  

His sumptuous lips glide over the teeth marks he left upon you, sucking a welt at the column of your neck, hand spanking you again and again, leaving red prints behind upon your sweaty flesh.  

“You’re so... oh...you’re...oh!” You cry out, your words matching the mess in your head, unable to even form a sentence, he’s rutting into you so goddamned deeply.

“Use your words, baby. What am I?” he pants, teeth sharp at the other side of your neck, littering you with his sexual decorations, painting a picture of artistic lust over your body.  

“You’re too much!”

He chuckles, tongue running up your throat and into your mouth, bestowing the filthiest of lust filled kisses upon you, tongue battling with yours.  

“Nah, I’m just enough. You know you can handle it.” Driving up into you harder, he grips your shoulder with one hand, forcing you to take the brunt of each thrust fully, spanking you again, so hard your eyes water.  

“I’m gonna look such a mess once you’ve finished branding me!” You gasp, a dirty, low groan fluttering from your mouth as your soaking cunt clenches his cock, making him shudder, his teeth sharp at your jaw.  

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Very happily, too.”

“Good, then if you’ll excuse me, I need to make both sides match.”  

Another bite, another spank, another suck. You are nothing if not completely branded by your hulking lover as he fucks you like a man possessed. You wouldn’t be anything else though, would you?

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[wandawiccan60]

You Deserve More

A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hey everyone and yes I am back with a quick Tommy Conlon One-Shot for your guys entertainment. I really went all on with the flow with this short story. I wanted to say that that is based on a true story of my sadly recent break up… The text messages you will read is based on the actual messages my now ex-bf and I exchanged and also did talk in person. But it is something I wanted to share with you all and something that I have been dealing with for a while. However I hope you find this shot very cute and i hope you all stay safe and enjoying your day. Thank you everyone for coming by and it’s good to be back!!! 😆👌🏻👍🏻❤️

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Honestly we need to talk when can you meet up with me?

These were the exact words that Dahlia had to read through that one single message. Only for it to be something that’ll only bring nothing but disappointment and hurt.

Yea sure maybe tomorrow after I’m off from work of if it’s possible maybe tonight babe if your not tired that is 💖✨💗

She remembered those couple of emojis that she sometimes would send every once in a while to Blake. Hoping that he knew that she was very much in love with him… or did he not see that???

That same night m, both Dahlia and Blake did meet up only it wasn’t just a talk about going on another date or trip of whatnot. It was more of a confession of wether or not Blake wanted to continue on with this relationship with her.

“Look I… I have been feeling like I need a break from both of us. Just need some space, I got work to do, and I just need to be my individual self again. And if you like we can do a break or we can just forget about everything. What do you want to do?”

Dahlia didn’t want to believe what she just heard from him. 

What is he talking about us wanting to take a break???

Even after everything they had done together it lead to this. It only made her feel like she was being lied to all this time about him and the relationship. So Dahlia did what any other smart girl would do, just walk away. Even if it did feel like a knife was stabbed straight into her heart.

And now it has been over a couple of months later, Dahlia became another person day in day out. She became interested in pursuing a career in being a nurse and a certified therapist. She never would have thought of being able to achieve Teo goals in such a fast pace. 

Even after the biggest heartbreak of her life, she knew that there was so much more out there to see. Though there were times when she would be alone, she wished there would be someone there to be encouraging, happy, and feeling grateful to have a girl like Dahlia. Only she tried her best to ignore such wishful thoughts but those dreams would become tears some nights.

Even though she never gave up on hope and in true love for finding someone to share her thoughts, feelings, success and most of all being important to him.

It’s nothing but foolish and untrue thoughts… there is no one out there for me… ever

“Dahlia, you know that patient in room 30 that came in last night?” Said Dahlia’s co-worker Nike, putting down other patient files on top of the front desk receptionist. 

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about. Why, does he need to be checked up again, or take his next meal of the day?”

“Yes to his next meal and no to another thing,” said Nike while he gave her a smirk and a quick wink.

“Oh stop it Nike, are you being serious right now. I’m being professional here right now and what you think this guy seems cute? I don’t think so, he just looks like any other guy that you see in the streets. Besides I told you many times, I am not looking for nobody. I’ve been perfectly busy with finishing getting my Masters in therapy. Why would the hell I be wanting more than what I have right now?”

But all of what Dahlia said wasn’t really all entirely true, knowing deep down she did found the patient  very attractive. He did had a bad injury on the side of his head, with some blood coming out from the wound and going in and out of consciousness. He seemed lost to where he was at that moment, while Dahlia attended to his wound with as much care as possible. While trying to clean away the blood as much as she could, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist with such strength that it made her yelp in fright.

“That fucking hurts, get away from me,” he said with that Philly accent, looking straight at Dahlia’s frighten and yet wonderful hazel-honey eyes.

“Hold him down,” said one of the male doctors, while two other male nurses tried to calm him down.

Out of his grasp, Dahlia didn’t notice she wasn’t breathing for air. She was to busy focused on him while the doctors finally gave him a dose to make him relax. Once he fell into a deep sleep, Dahlia slowly walked up next to the now relaxed and peaceful looking man. He looked no more than in his 30’s, blue eyes, very muscular from what she could see through his gray long sleeve shirt, short smooth brown hair, and his face. That face looked like a little boys, soft, innocent, and yet very handsome. 

“Sure, sure, dear. I saw how you looked at him last night after Mark gave him a dose to make him fall asleep. You got lucky that he didn’t give you a punch in the face or something much worst. Anyways but tell me, do you think he’s cute?”

Dahlia only gave a look of bothersome to his friend, while she gave a small chuckle. 

“Fine. Yes he seemed very cute, are you happy now?” Dahlia said hoping that it’ll satisfy his friends silliness.

”That answer sounded so fake, but whatever. Anyways, miss Dahlia, the patient needs to take his meal and must drink his medication afterwards. Would you be so kind in taking it for me please?” Said Nike he placed a tray of food with the medication on the side.

*******

Dahlia walked her way down the hall on the second floor of the hospital, holding the tray of food with both of her hands. Once she reached room 30, she felt nervous to see him again. Not only of what happened last night but she felt this feeling that she couldn’t really explain. But she ignored it and she quietly knocked the door hoping it wont wake him up. But after three knocks and no answer she let herself in seeing that the patient was taking a nap. Closing the door behind her quietly, she slowly made her way towards him. She sat the tray on the right side of the nightstand, setting the fork and knife on each side. Dahlia felt goosebumps with no explanation while hearing the beeping of the heart monitor. Until suddenly she heard a soft grunt coming from he left side.

“Hmm… hmm.”

“Sir? Hey, it’s ok, try not to move too much. You had a bad wound on the side of your head but we fixed you up in no time. On a scale of one to ten how are you feeling from pain?” Said Dahlia while she raised the top part of the bed while he continued to grunt a-little less.

“Pain? Hehe… I have been through more worst than this lady. This, it’s like if I just twisted an ankle or soemthin’. So I don’t care much if I feel like shit or not,” he said trying to sound tough and just trying to shrug it off. 

Dahlia only smiled seeing that he tried to be funny, though his wound would leave him a good scar in his head. 

“Well you should be thankful that it didn’t open much more than it looked last night. But right now you must eat something first so you can take your next pills. Here now,” Said Dahlia picking up a few piece of food with the fork.

“Hey I can feed myself I ain’t some 3 year old damn kid that needs someone else to feed me. That’s just weird and childish,” he said leaving a bit away from the fork filled with food.

“Oh please don’t sound so difficult, look I’m trying to help you and doing my best here to get your strength back. Or otherwise you’ll be here for quite some time if you want to take things more slower. It’s your choice sweetie. Either take it slow or take it quick?” 

He only rolled his eyes in annoyance looking the other way while Dahlia patiently waited for a response. 

He’s like a child, only in the body of a grown man… I think that’s cute…

After awhile he gave in, one bit of food after another he cleaned his tray off. 

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Dahlia said in a cheeky voice, while he didn’t say a word. “Alright you have to take your painkiller now, here.”

As she gave both the pill and the cup of water to him, he took it like nothing. It surprised Dahlia that he easily took them without sounding foolish. He swallowed the pill in one go as well as the cup of water, giving the now empty plastic cup back to her. 

“Right then, you must rest now I’ll see you later to give your last meal for today. The doctor will come and see you,” Dahlia said as she placed the cup on top of the empty tray.

Before she made her way towards the door, he heard him call out to her to wait.

“Hey, I… I want to say I’m sorry for the way I acted last night’. And for graspin’ to hard on your wrist, I just… last night I got into this stupid fight. Lettin’ some steam off like it would be such a helpful thing but it just went south.”

Dahlia was left confused as to why he started to say these things to her. Even though she was taking a masters degree as a therapist this seemed like a nice opportunity to interact with. Dahlia then sat on the chair at the end of the bed hoping to see where this might go. Hoping to try out her first intercession with a lot of high expectations in trying out her skills. 

“May I ask why did you decided to fight with someone random? Did you think it would ease whatever it was building inside of you? Or maybe you want to forget about something going on with your family or somebody else in particular?” Dahlia asked on hopefully she was doing this right and not sounding too pressuring.

“Hehe, I always have something building inside of me. Just already got use to havin’ it around all the time. I have family, a brother and I have my dad too but I sometimes try to be with them but I always shut them out. I sometimes like to be left alone and well… there was this someone I use to be with but… she wasn’t it.” He said while biting his lips together his eyes looking down.

Dahlia saw the way his body languages changed, seeing she hit a nerve on him. 

“And is that person still in contact with you or you both went separate ways?” She then asked knowing where this talk might be going too.

“I did for a while but she didn’t want nothing else to do with me because well let’s just say she was the reason for why we aren’t together anymore. I loved her so much, gave her my time, energy, gave the whole world to her. Though when she said she wanted to have space and be alone, I didn’t know understand at that moment. Until now looking back at it, she didn’t have that same love back for me. And I asked myself, was that all a lie?” He then said letting out a heavy sigh while he fiddled his fingers. 

“I see. You’re going through a lot with this relationship you thought was real. Believe me I was once there, I also thought afterwards if I was taken advantage of. And even thought the whole relationship we had was all a lie,” dahlia said surprised to hear herself be this quickly open to someone she just seen last night. 

“I guess we both in the same page. What a small world that we both ended up having bad relationships,” he then said which it made them both smile and chuckle a bit.

“You’re right, you know you feel like you found the right one but they end up being a disappointment? Yes that’s what happens when you be too nice and humble to someone,” said Dahlia thinking about her time with Blake, which she new she did give everything to him.

The patient looked at her way, seeing a sad expression on her face knowing that he too did hit a nerve. He didn’t expect to stumble upon someone else who would feel the same place as him. And being so open to a nurse out of everyone in this world. He then still looked her way and without realizing he had his hand gently placed on top of her right arm.

“Hey let me tell you something. Whatever that asshole did to you or said. You deserve someone better, even if you have to wait for years or whatever the time gives you. It’ll pay off in the end, because you’re a pretty girl, you seem smart, and most of all should be treated like a queen. So you’ll be ok we all will.” He said giving a small smile at her, which Dahlia gave a smile back.

“You know I never got your name, what’s your name? I’m Dahlia and you’re sweet and thank you,” she said feeling her cheeks turn warm from the compliment he gave her.

“Tommy. Tommy Conlon and that’s a cool name I’ve never heard of it before. But hey I’m just honest with others you have been the most pretty nurse so far. I hope that doesn’t sound weird or something,” he said feeling a bit of a dumbass for saying that.

“Hehe no you’re fine it was just unexpected to say the least. I have to get back to work but get some more rest and I’ll be back later tonight. It was a good talk but see you then,” Dahlia said getting up on her feet as she grabbed the gray one more time.

“Yes it was nice talking to you, and believe me I’ve had too much rest already. But yes see you soon Dahlia,” said Tommy giving her one last smile to her which she just nodded her head.

Once outside of the room, she gently rested her back against the wooden door. Mind boggled as to what just happened right now. Not believing that someone like Tommy would open to her that fast. But at the same time she felt comfortable in sharing her story too. 

What the hell was all that about??? Have you lost yourself Dahlia…

However deep down, she did feel something warm when they both talked. Like she felt some sort of trust with Tommy, it’s like they were meant to stumble with each other. Thought was it for a good reason or a bad one? Only time would tell and Dahlia hoped that he might be someone that she could call a friend and to be able to talk without feeling judged. 

It’s only for me to decide if I want him to come in… we’ll just have to wait and see…

*******

Dahlia woke up early to get herself ready for graduation. It has been over 2 fast years since she started. She wished it didn’t end very suddenly but there was something more special that happened in between those years. 

“Baby, hmmm… come back to bed just for a few more minutes?,” groaned Tommy as he laid on his left side of the bed seeing a peak of his big pecks of his chest.

“Awww my baby boy, didn’t you already had enough of making out from me last night?” She cheekily said until Tommy wrapped his arms around her catching her off guard.

Landing on the bed again, they both laugh and hugged each other close together, exchanging another long, sweet kiss. The longer the kiss became, the more Tommy wanted to go another round again. Dahlia felt his right hand going under her white long blouse. Making her lowly moan between her mouth and Tommy’s. She went on top of him, not letting go of those plump, thick lips of his that Dahlia had grown to taste and love every second. 

“My babygirl is finally graduating today. You did my Dahlia, you got to where you want to be,” Tommy said gently cupping her face with both of his hands, making her smile in glee.

“We both did, not only is about me here love. You also should be proud of yourself to have your own gym along side with your brother. And not only that but I have confession to make and I’ve been nervous to tell you,” Dahlia said while she gently bit her bottom lip hoping that whatever Tommy says about this big news she only hoped that best for both and a change in their lives.

“What is it you’ve been wantin’ to tell me babe? You already know you can tell me anything, we already talked about this. Just relax and tell me when you’re ready, ok?” Tommy said reassuringly, as they both clasps their hands to together, which Dahlia felt at ease.

“I… well we… we are expecting a little us and I don’t know if you are ok with taking this step further. It sounds crazy believe me but that is why I was scared to te-.”

“Are you kiddin’ me Dahlia?” Tommy cut her off but in a joyous way, making himself sit up a bit more comfortable not believing in such wonderful news he was hearing, “Of course I am good with this, why did you keep this within yourself until now? How long has it been since you knew you were having a baby?”

“Remember when went to that party with your brother Brandon and Tess? Well when I told you that I was going to walked out for some bit of air? I lied to you about it and I instead went to the restroom, and I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I didn’t want to believe it was real but it was. That’s why when you told me when I came back if I was fine, I knew it was wrong for me to keep it this long. But now you know, and I really was nervous if you were going to yell at me or something.”

“No, no, baby. This is the best thing that I am really looking forward too, especially now that you and the baby our my priority to take care of you both. No matter what, I want to be here for you and showing our baby girl or boy that his or her dad will promise to always take care of them. I love you so much my Dahlia,” Tommy said looking down at her flat stomach that will sometime later begin to grow a lovely bump.

“You will be there for our baby boy or our little girl. I know deep down that you will be the best dad that the baby will be lucky to have. We got this and we will work hard to give our child the best that we can. And I love you more my Tommy Conlon,” she said as she gave him another tender kiss knowing a bright future is awaiting for them. 

Something that was well worth the wait and deserving. 

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[potter-solomons]

new kink unlocked™️

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[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.

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[thedevilshardy]

Knock you out

Tommy Conlon x fem! Reader (short smut)

You always tried to avoid him. Tried to put the same ignorance in your gaze that he put at yours. When you were at the gym, a silent nod was all he had for you. A cool look, the slight twitch of his chin, and that was it. 

Tommy Conlon didn't like you. At least, that's what he radiated whenever you watched him box and train. And that's why you're even more surprised that you ended up in this position. 

Your breath is stagnant, your legs are shaking, and you want nothing more than that cock, already with the tip pressed firmly against your pussy. He doesn't penetrate you though, just presses his tip heavily against the folds of your pussy, but he doesn't push it in, not yet, even though you're already dripping. That's how much you want this man, who hasn't said a word since he had wordlessly pressed you against the ropes of the boxing ring and had kissed you. 

Tommy Conlon kisses like a god. His lips are soft and full, and what he doesn't say in words he packs all the more into the passionate movements of his mouth. Your breath caught when he kissed you so roughly, your knees went weak, but his strong forearm held you. You don't even know how much time has passed since he had pressed you to the floor, his hands on your body like a command. How deftly those fingers have pushed through the light layers of your gym clothes, as if they've done nothing else all their lives. Biting kisses, gasps for air, sweat, heat, everywhere. There was nothing like pressing your body up against his, feeling his heat, his hardness between your quivering legs. 

He'd almost managed to finger you to climax. But only almost. He'd stopped before you'd gotten the chance, and there it had been, a small, barely visible grin at the corners of his mouth. 

And now you're lying here, his hard cock between your legs, and he's still teasing you, holding you roughly while his tip just rubs very gently against your wet folds. Your body cries out for him, for release. You try to push yourself down further, up onto his dick, but he won't let you. Goosebumps run over your skin as you finally hear his voice against your ear. It's rough and deep. 

"You're so damn wet baby, how bad do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod, swallowing hard against the burning heat in your throat, clawing at his strong shoulders. 

"Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, please. Now, Tommy I-"

A jerk, and you moan. A tiny bit more his hot dick has slid into your center, just barely grazing his tip at your entrance. God, it's driving you crazy, this here, he-!

"You want me to fuck you - right, huh, until you can't walk anymore? God baby, you're so fuckin' wet, you're so..."

"Tommy," your hands reach into his sweaty hair, pulling him down against your face. He growls quietly. "Fuck me, now."

"Impatient nasty girl, you are" he grunts, and it's amused, you can see it in the corners of his mouth.

You get a warm, breathless kiss, and before you know it, he's suddenly forcing inside you with one hard thrust. 

It's a revelation, that feeling - as his stiff cock finally penetrates deep inside your dripping pussy, as he finally conquers you with a sharp thrust of his hips. His lips slowly open as he sinks completely into you - for a moment he looks down at you, brushing a wet strand from your face. 

"Have you ever seen a real buck fight, honey?"

Your vagina tightens, you can feel exactly how your walls vibrate with every word - how they're already contracting tightly now, how they suck his cock in deep. 

"Of course."

"Then I'm going to show you how I fucking knock you out."

And he does. He supports himself with his strong arms to the left and right of your body, bites his lips hard, and then begins to thrust hard and relentlessly. His hips move as if boxing, penetrating deep and only pushing your trembling legs further apart, hard, sharp, tight thrusts, deep into your pussy. You can't even brace yourself against it, pick up his rhythm, it's too strong. And it really drives you to the edge of madness. 

Tommy Conlon fucks like a god, too. His hands claw into your sides, holding you, making your breasts bob along to the beat with each thrust. You see he loves it, the way he licks his lips afterward, the way his hips sputter. 

Your pussy almost explodes. Tommy's thrusts and cock are way too good for you, catching you ice cold and fucking you to a level you never thought you'd reach. He keeps up this pace, even as your dripping walls slowly tighten around him as the warm feeling in your belly grows stronger. You try to hold onto his shoulders, but he shakes your hands off, gets on his knees, pulls your ass up onto his trained thighs. And then he just keeps fucking you, the in and out of his hard dick like a prayer that all you can do now is whimper. 

"Tommy-"

"Come baby, come, I want to feel it, come on."

His right rough hand slides between your folds, and he teases your clit to no end, his thumb sliding over it, teasing the little wet bud. 

You come. You come so suddenly, as if Tommy had personally punched you in the face, as if he had thrown you out of the ring. You come so suddenly and so fucking hard that for a moment you can't even move your body, can't even breathe. 

He fucks you through your orgasm, wordlessly, breathlessly. His hand stays on your clit, keeps rubbing, his cock keeps fucking until you can't take it anymore, until your pussy contracts tight and hot, squirting slightly. And Tommy loves it. 

You don't know how long you feel the violent waves of your orgasm - but eventually you feel more wetness, more heat between your legs, feel his hips fucking harder than before and he lets out a deep grunt. He comes, pushing you over the edge again. 

When you're done, the floor of the boxing ring is wet as hell, showing all the traces of your violent encounter. You feel exactly how his cum runs between your legs, warm, always down your thigh. Tommy's eyes move between your legs, and he grins slightly. 

"We're going to take a shower, and then I'm going to fuck you again."

"Wow, you've talked more than you did all last year," you say shortly, and Tommy helps you stand up. 

His eyes don't even leave you as you walk to the shower, and he even catches you as your shaking legs give way. 

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Tom Hardy Masterlist

Richard Armitage ML

TH Characters as...

- TH Characters as Writers

- TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

- TH Characters & WoW

- TH Characters & Crochet

Random Thoughts

- Stormy Night with Alfie Solomons & Bob Saginowski

Headcanons:

- Traveling with Alfie

- Baking Hot Cross Buns with Alfie

- Bakery Love Story Headcanons

Just Papa Solomons Things:

- Watching you read

- Modern Boyfriend/Daddy Edition

- Movie night together

- Rainy days

- Summertime

- Visiting Scotland

One-Shots:

- Cards & Conversations

- Sweet Grains

- Breakfast in Margate

- Siúil a Rún

Series:

Winterfall (Tattoo Artist!Alfie x Reader, Modern AU)

Can you get this boulder off me? / No god in me, I fall on my knees / The world will see the war in me / It’s all I feel, give me your lovin’

Winterfall by DPR IAN

1. Ink & Rum Raisins

2. Mokum Part 1

3. Mokum Part 2

Headcanons:

- Stalker!Eames

One-Shots:

- The Things Between the Lines

One-Shots:

- Flowers on Sunday Morning

One-Shots:

- Over Tea & Silent Letters

Headcanons:

- Forrest crushes hard on you during a quarterly meeting

- Drinking moonshine w/ Forrest and becoming tipsy

- Werewolf Bookshop Owner!Forrest

One-Shots:

- Books, Love & Oatmeal

- Fun & Games

Headcanons:

- The Hound of the Moors (Werewolf!Heathcliff Things)

One-Shots:

- Conversations over Coffee

Headcanons:

- Just Some Werewolf!Leo Demidov Things (& A Wee Imagine)

- Werewolf bakery owner!Leo Demidov

- Crafter!Leo

One-Shots:

- The Boxer Outside the Ring

#Tom Hardy #Facepuller #Alfie Solomons #Tom Hardy Imagine #Alfie Solomons imagine #Tom Hardy fanfiction #Peaky Blinders imagine #Leo Demidov #Forrest Bondurant #Tom Hardy fanfic #Bob Saginowski #Eames #Tommy Conlon #masterlist

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

31 and 90 for Tommy Conlon pls 🥺 i love how u write Tom's characters, you're really talented <3

"Look it was really fun at first, but I just think we're better off seeing other people! But I'll never forget you, thank you for being in my life." Thank you for being in my life? What kind of asshole would do this?

Oh, my boyfriend that's who. Ex.. I guess.

"Mark, are you really breaking up with me right now?" I questioned in shock. The bar was packed... with all of our friends. Mark broke the news to me as I sat on the barstool looking like a moron. He felt that being surrounded by our friends would make this easier for me to accept. Luckily, no one seemed to know what was going on.

"Listen sweetheart, we just aren't right for each other! And I think-" I slid off the barstool and wormed my way through the crowds to get away from the entire situation. Some of our friends smiled and said hello, some starting conversation.

I needed to do something drastic, right now.

I scanned the bar until a man sitting at the end of the bar nursing a beer caught my eye. He was jaw droppingly handsome, and he would do perfectly. I sat next to him and tapped his shoulder.

"Hello, If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" I questioned blatantly. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" He spoke, quite clearly caught off guard. I let out a sigh.

"See the guy at the other end of the bar looking this way?" The man nodded. "That's my boyfriend of five years, he just broke up with me in a bar filled with our friends so I would take the news well." I explained. The man grimaced.

"Jesus. What does that have to do with me?" He questioned.

"Well, I've spent five years of my life tied to one man, I lost all of those crazy mid-life experiences of hooking up with random strangers and being spontaneous. So, if you'd be so kind, I would like you to kiss me right here, right now." I shrugged, the drinks I had earlier giving me courage. The man set his beer down and turned to face me, looking for my approval. I nodded and he brought his lips to mine, the feeling making me moan lightly.

I could feel eyes on us, I'm sure my friends were widely confused, but I just didn't care. After kissing this unknown man, he pulled away and swiped my bottom lip with his thumb.

"Anything else I can do for you?" He questioned.

"Yeah, actually. Care to be my first one night stand?" I questioned, making myself appear as confident as possible. The man with the plump lips stared at me for a beat, before turning and hailing down the bartender.

"Put her drinks on the tab under Tommy, and could you ring us a cab?"

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[emmedoesntdomath]

emme’s obscure newsies headcanons

hi! so, @sparkedblaze (because they definitely did a lot with this project) and I spent some time making headcanon and historical information posts about some of the lesser known newsies who don’t always get a lot of love, inspired by this post by @roideny (who, by the way, has also made another lovely masterlist of historical analysis that you should check out here). feel free to pick and choose what you want to use for your own headcanons, fics, fanart, etc. thanks!

also, if you don’t see enough about the character you’re interested in, yell at me, @ me, hit up my asks. I will gladly give you more. 

Manhattan Newsies

Elmer pt. 1

Elmer pt. 2

Elmer pt. 3

Albert pt. 1

Albert pt. 2

Albert pt. 3

Finch

Mush

Oh, Romeo

Kid Blink

Specs

Crutchie

Tommy Boy

Itey

Swifty

Jojo

Henry

Mike & Ike

Barney Peanuts

Skittery

Buttons

Bumlets

Bumlets pt. 2

Boots

Snitch

Racetrack

Dutchy

Pie Eater

Les Jacobs

David Jacobs

Coffee Bean

Splasher

Sniper

Jack Kelly

Magnet

Brooklyn Newsies

Hotshot

Graves

Myron

Bart

Slasher

Spot Conlon

Other Newsies

Smalls

Other Characters

Delanceys pt. 1

Delanceys pt. 2

Delanceys pt. 3

Bill & Darcy

Katherine Plumber/Pulitzer

Sarah Jacobs

Miss Medda Larkin

Joseph Pulitzer

Denton

for stuff I didn’t cover, I would check these other resources:

@newsiepedia and their character info sheets (although they mainly do more well-known characters)

@newsie-collective and their heacanon posts

@crystallizedtwilight‘s comics are essentially canon

@noxexistant‘s everything

@athousandboxjumps has AMAZING headcanons

@stocksonromance also has beautiful headcanons to share

@musicalcuriosity hasn’t posted in a while, but their historical stuff makes me weep with sheer joy

@loving-jack-kelly has posted some jack content that has literally made me squeal 

@thefactsofthematter post fanfic works that SHOULD be canon

@idontknowwhatimdoing668’s incorrect quotes are accurate 

AND SO MANY OTHERS THAT I DIDN’T SAY BY NAME OKAY THANKS BYE

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #manhattan newsies #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #spot conlon #albert dasilva #elmer newsies #finch cortez #hotshot newsies #smalls newsies #medda larkin #medda larkson #davey jacobs #david jacobs #buttons davenport #les jacobs #sarah jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #morris delancey #oscar delancey #the delancey brothers #mush newsies #kid blink newsies #blink newsies

[mlmxreader]

Attempts At Anger | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Y'know what? Nevermind"+ "Tell him, tell him that I-" Thank you so very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: you're trying so hard to be angry at Tommy after he makes you jealous, but you just can't help but to forgive him.

tws: swearing, smoking, jealousy

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Tommy seemed to be the life of the party, people hanging off of his arm and telling him just how thick and strong his muscles were, how it must have been so easy for him to pick them up like they were little more than a bag of sugar; it made you want to heave and throw up into your drink, wishing that you didn’t get a canned drink. You kept rolling your eyes at what was going on, kept wishing that you didn’t have to watch it as you grumbled and shook your head, looking at the friend you had stuck with since Tommy had fucked off. 

“I’m going out for a smoke, if Tommy comes over, tell him that I-”

“Am incredibly jealous that he’s got so many people fawning over him?” Your friend teased with a playful scoff. 

“Just tell him I’m busy,” you huffed, pushing your way through the crowd so that you could escape into the garden. 

You were thankful that almost everyone, except for a few smokers crowded by the back door, was crammed inside; the garden was nice and quiet, the black wicker chairs down the bottom were still warm from where it had been incredibly sunny earlier, and you finally felt like you could actually breathe as you sat in one of them, sighing heavily as you finally lit your cigarette.

You took a long drag, tilting your head back and staring up at the bright white moon before you closed your eyes for a second, trying to get yourself to calm down; Tommy probably didn’t even like having that much attention, he probably didn’t want so many people fawning over him. And it wasn’t exactly his fault, either.

He was so handsome with his dark brown hair and his sweet blue eyes, with his soft stomach that hung over the waistband of his jogging bottoms and his thick thighs. You scowled, shaking your head as you huffed and took another long drag.

Fuck Tommy. Fuck the party. You should have never allowed yourself to fall for him in the first place, he clearly didn’t want you; he clearly only wanted whoever would fawn over him and his muscles.

Fuck, you were such an idiot for thinking that maybe you and Tommy could have been a couple, could have actually had something other than platonic love for one another. You were such an idiot.

“Can I sit?”

You looked up to see Tommy, and shrugged. “If you must.”

He gave you an odd look before he sat down, stealing the cigarette from between your fingers and taking a long drag. He didn’t smoke, but when there was a party and he was getting far too much attention, it did help to knock the edge off a little bit.

“Something crawled up your ass and died?”

You glared at him, stealing the cigarette back. “Wouldn’t you like to fucking know, Conlon?”

He rolled his eyes, guessing that your sour attitude was something to do with him. “Just fucking talk to me.”

“You fucking let everyone fawn over you all night, fucking feeling you up and flirting with you constantly, and you never even fucking look at me once,” you huffed. “And for a moment, I thought I might’ve… y’know what? Nevermind. I’m going home.”

“Wait,” Tommy growled, pinning you to your chair with his glare. “Please.”

“I don’t have time for your shit,” you told him. “Be bitter, be pissy, I don’t give a fuck. I’m done here.”

“Just fucking let me talk,” he sighed. “Please.”

“You got five minutes.”

“Thank you,” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t mean to make you jealous, I just… I don’t know what we are. One minute you’re all over me, next thing, you’re telling your friends I’m just a friend. If I knew what we fucking are, I… shit. I might be more careful about making you jealous.”

“I don’t know what we are either,” you scoffed. “One minute, you act like you love me - then you fucking turn around and tell me you love me as a friend. I’m sick of this shit, Tom. You gotta fucking decide what we are, because I can’t be arsed.”

“I wanna be with you. If you wanna be with me.”

“I don’t know anymore,” you admitted. “You're… Tom, you’re a lot of things, but simple ain’t one.”

“We can take it slow,” he told you. “You can start by coming over here, and finishing your cigarette sitting on my lap.”

Fuck, he just had to bring out the puppy dog eyes. He just had to look at you like a sad and abandoned kicked little puppy who had lost its way home and needed shelter. You could never say no when he looked at you like that, even when you tried your hardest; he was just too much to resist.

So you sighed, and although you wanted to act like you were angry about it, you couldn’t. Not when you sat with your back against one arm of the chair and your legs dangled over the other, feeling Tommy’s hand against your upper inner thigh after he had gently nudged your legs apart, a small smile on his lips. His thumb pressed into the fabric of your jeans, drawing little patterns that made you squirm as you scowled at him. 

“Stop it.”

He stopped. “My bad.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” you told him with a shake of your head. “It’s just… fuck. I wanna be mad at you really fucking badly, but you’re doing everything that makes me wanna just… fucking grab you and pin you against something so I can kiss you.”

He took a quick look around; the garden was deserted, it was just you and him and if he moved the chair back a little towards the fence, you would be completely out of view from everyone and anyone. “Why don’t you?”

“Because I wanna be fucking angry!” You pouted.

“So, can I kiss you?”

You folded your arms across your chest, rolling your eyes. “Fine.”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Paradise Circus - Chapter Two.

Since y’all loved the first chapter so much, have another! 

Previous chapters - One

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,938

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“So, let me get this straight. You claim to love animals, yet you have no qualms about the abuse they suffer in the name of the meat and dairy trade?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. I think there can be a separation there, because certain animals have always been intended to be eaten. We’re carnivores, we’re supposed to eat meat. Imagine how the evolution of man would have been affected had we not been a carnivorous species.”

“I’m sorry, Tommy, but I have to correct you there. We’re omnivores, and back in the times of early man, they weren’t presented with an ample choice, an abundance, in fact, of dietary alternatives to animal products like we now have, so your point is moot, really, if you think about it.  

“Also, you say certain animals have always intended to be eaten, but that differs vastly from culture to culture. Do you agree with the dog meat trade in China, for example? Have you heard of the festival they have out there in Yulin?”

“Yes, I’m very aware of Yulin,” he was able to interject with when she paused for breath.

“Dogs are snatched, people’s pet dogs in some cases, and locked in cages before being horrifically tortured and then eaten. Surely, you’re not comfortable with that?”

“Of course, I’m not, but...”

“But you have no qualms about a cow being led into a slaughterhouse, terrified out of its mind, smelling death in the air all around, wondering where the safety of its pasture is, or their friends are, before it’s slaughtered?”

“Um...well.”  

“And there, see? There you have it.”

Oh yes. Tommy had it, alright. He had the measure that Darla was perhaps one of the most self-righteous people he’d ever met. In fact, during a lively debate, she bordered on sanctimonious. He remembered that she could be a little superior when she was younger, but now? It seemed extremely amplified to him. It wasn’t the only example of that side of her nature, either.  

“Now, you call yourself hard left in your views, but can you not see that the extremist tactics of said hard left are often just as bad as those upon the hard right of the political divide? Believe me, I have no love at all for the right wing, or their propaganda, it fucking disgusts me, to be honest, but I cannot in good conscience condone some of the approaches of the hard left to being heard. Except for punching Nazi’s, that I whole heartedly condone. But torching innocent people’s businesses, their livelihoods during riots, for example, I ain’t cool with that,” he reasoned, Darla draining her wine and being just as quick to jump in as he expected he would.  

“Extreme actions are often all people have left to resort to, out of frustration of not being heard, of being repressed and down trodden by right wing fanaticism. If talking worked - and believe me, we’ve tried it – then we’d keep on keeping on, but doesn’t give a lot of room for much else in the name of voices being heard. You being a centrist is perhaps worse than hard right. At least they’ve picked their side. You? You perpetually sit upon a fence.”  

“I didn’t claim I was a centrist,” he began, feeling frustrated. “I just said I don’t condone mindless extremism being resorted to. I lean to the left, but not the hard left. You forget I’ve seen the results of that, what I’ve fought for out in Iraq, against those who are the very embodiment of extremist in their views.”  

“Then you’d have to agree that at times, you have to fight such power with an equal, opposing force, would you not?” She put to him, niggled at the way he seemed almost blasé in his opinion.  

“No, I wouldn’t. I believe the left can and should do better than lowering themselves to the actions of the right. Anyway, do you want another drink, or are you gonna bust my balls even harder, because they’re pretty banged up already.”

She couldn’t help it, how expressive he looked when he said it, chewing a little aggressively on his toothpick too. She snorted with laughter before falling apart, watching as he slowly began to smile. It cut the tension nicely. “I’m sorry, I just get really into debating. Comes with the territory, being a lecturer. And yes, please.”  

He got up, leaving her to sit and cringe, closing her eyes as she had to concede that this was perhaps the worst date she’d been on in a while, and with the guy she least expected it to go badly with. They were so different on virtually every topic they discussed. In fact, not just differing. They were poles apart. The meat eating and left/right divide weren’t the only subjects they’d clashed on that evening.  

How could two people who had gotten along so well throughout their childhoods be so glaringly mismatched? Because they were no longer children, Darla surmised. They’d grown, been shaped by their very different lives as they’d become adults. It wasn’t like when they used to share a gigantic bag of Ruffles and watch WWF wrestling on a Saturday afternoon any longer, both cheering for Macho Man Randy Savage, Ultimate Warrior and Hulk Hogan. Their only disagreement back then had been who was scarier; The Undertaker or Papa Shango.  

Even musically, they were so different in their tastes. She loved indie rock, trip hop, grunge, RnB and drum n’ bass. He preferred rap, classic rock and metal. “I can’t bear Nirvana. Kurt Cobain was a great lyricist, this much is true, but his vocals were just so flat. And his wife! God, don’t start me on her. She sounds like a bag of feral cats being hit with bricks.”  

Darla had virtually needed a winch to pick her jaw up off the floor at those particular assertions.  

The only common ground they did seem to have was that regardless of their many and varied disagreements, they both couldn’t help but find the other extremely pleasing to their respective eyes. He was wearing one of those black vests that showed off his huge, ripped physique, all tattoos and brawn, exactly her type of man. To Darla, he was utterly mouth-watering. Her outfit choice of a high neck top and a pair of shorts of a respectable length, but short enough to show off her fantastic legs had Tommy equally transfixed. She truly was a stunning looking woman.  

In order to sweeten the mood, when he arrived back at the table, Darla decided to steer the conversation in the direction of the past, of a simpler time, when they had much less in the way of derisive division. After that, the night seemed to be redeemed somewhat, but she was a little deflated by the fact she knew that there would be no second date. They were just too different as people, not enough common ground to agree upon and way too many ideals that conflicted to make it anything other than the kind of clash that just wouldn’t work.

The way he looked, though. God, the way the man looked, and the way he looked at her. She could only describe it as quietly predatory. It wasn’t overt at all, but she damned sure couldn’t discount the want in his eyes as they continued to drink and talk, feeling her head spin a little for the five large glasses of wine that she’d had, Tommy in much the similar state after the same number of beers, plus a couple of shots he’d had at the bar, trying to bolster himself as he realised that what he’d once hoped would be a good night with her, had turned out to mostly be anything but.  

His longing for her, though, it still lingered. In fact, it was likely amped up by the Jameson’s. Perhaps the shots weren’t the best of ideas he could have had. Or were they?

Teetering on the line between not fully drunk, but not exactly sober, he eyed her from across the table, her eyes, hazel with a green flare illuminating her irises, locked upon him, lost within her own lustful thoughts. That body. She was consumed by the wondering of how it would feel to have such a weight on top of her, to feel him, let her hands tour every last rise, dip and curve of those enormous muscles. As for Tommy, all he could imagine was how those long, silky legs would feel gripped on around him as he drove into her without reserve, and it was beginning to distract him.  

“So, let’s be real. Tonight? Awful. I mean, you’re a nice guy, don’t get me wrong, but you see the thing is, we’ve grown apart. We’re just too different now, aren’t we?” Darla stated as they walked away from the bar together. It was crowded and she needed a little peace, so had called her Uber to meet her down at the next block. Her app told her he was three minutes away.

“I think that’s a fair assessment. It’s been good to at least catch up, though,” he replied, scratching the back of his head, feeling awkward.  

“Though I do think the night isn’t a complete bust. Or rather, we could do something to change it so that it isn’t.”  

He caught her drift, but couldn’t help being playful. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

Lifting her chin, she fixed him with a look, one that made a shiver tear straight through him. “Come back to my place and you’ll find out.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Their shared stare was weighted, heavy with intention, yet they didn’t act. Throughout the ten-minute Uber ride back to her place, they sat separately, silent, just fizzing with anticipation not yet touched upon, the brush of Darla’s leg as she uncrossed them against his hard thigh making the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.  

They were moths, edging ever closer to the flame.  

The air thickened in density between them after exiting the cab, Darla opening the brownstone front door and walking the short distance to her ground floor apartment, her heart pounding as she felt him behind her, letting herself into her home and turning, her back against the door as he closed the gap.  

That was the moment they finally let their wings singe, mouths captured in a kiss, the desire flowing like a burst river bank, nothing left to contain it. Not that either of them wished to. Immediately, she sated herself upon the consuming need to feel him, delicate, gold ring adorned fingers exploring his muscles, the thick meat of his traps, his biceps, his abs as she reached to pull his vest over his head, kissing him once more as her hands smoothed down his broad, hair smattered chest.  

God, the man could kiss. Those lips. Full, sensuous, gorgeous. He kissed her with every ounce of urgency coursing through him, guided entirely by his loins, nerve endings beginning to throb with awakening as he lifted her. Entwined, he carried her to her bedroom, Darla kicking her heels off enroute, the mattress soft against her back, the press of him hard as he caged her against it. She spoke to her Google home, telling it to play her Massive Attack playlist, before her mouth returned to his.

Her head swam, inebriated with wine and rampant longing, only losing the heated tangency between them to undress one another impatiently, his hands gliding over her legs, so silky and long. She smelled of orange blossom, a scent that flooded his nose as he laid open mouthed kisses upon her elegant neck, her soft moan causing a jolt to run through him, his mouth finding her nipples and sucking them in turn. She arched against him, whispering his name, her eyes a hazel bonfire as he paused, staring at her.  

She was even more beautiful while under the heady duress of her arousal, Tommy admiring her, flushed lips agape, panting softly, pulling him back to her, claiming his mouth with more scorching kisses. The passion within him bordered on insanity, his lips leaving hers to tour her body, Darla feeling heat buzz beneath her skin as he kissed her chest, breasts, arms, torso, hips, oh, how he lingered over her hips, licking each dip, blowing cool air over the wet trails, watching goosepimples rise up in response.  

The rousing scent of her womanhood caught his nose, his mouth moving to kiss her inner thigh, parting her legs, watching her sex spread for him. It was a sight that went right to his cock, stiffening more to see her, fingers stroking the bare flesh, his tongue to follow. She gasped, that first wide, flat lick of his tongue catching the entirety of her slit, pushing between her petals, circling her clit and trailing back down to probe gently at her opening.  

The small strip of pubic hair remaining upon her neatly waxed mound tickled at his nose, the further he pushed his tongue inside her, Darla shuddering as she felt herself so thoroughly licked upon the inside, her hands fisting at the sheets beneath her. Pleasure streaked down her spine, pooling at his tongue, his groan at feeling her dampen his mouth so deep and gritty, it made her stomach turn pleasantly, intensifying when he returned his licks to her clit, thumbing the hood, making it stand out to each careful flick of his tongue.  

“Oh my god.” She whispered, eyes fluttering shut, her long nails trailing his scalp as she writhed against the heavenly ministrations of his mouth. He licked at her with all the precision and skill as she’d touch herself with her own hand, her body humming with ecstasy, hardly able to believe how good he was. At the bar, they’d clashed, but now? They merged together so effortlessly, their bodies so in tune with each other.  

Her arousal escalated sharply as he began to quicken his tongue, thirsty against her, sucking her bud gently, increasing the pressure little by little, until she was crying out. 

“Fuck, Tommy! Oh fuck, I need you, need you inside of me,” she gritted, her head thrown back, thighs shaking as his big hands smoothed over them, his mouth emerging from between them, tongue swirling over her stomach as he kissed his way back up her body.  

“Is that what you want, huh? Want to get dicked down, beautiful?”  

“Mmm, right now.” She demanded, and with one easy slip into her heat, there he was, exactly where she needed him to be. Her mouth dropped at his size, her soaking walls stretched wide by his thickness, almost every last inch of him invading her. His brow furrowed, a long breath leaving him as he kissed her neck, settling atop her as they began to move against one another. It was slow and rolling, the exquisiteness burning them both to their very marrow, Tommy arrowing into her with long, powerful thrusts, a slight rotation of his hips making stars shoot through her groin.  

Oh, that man. He knew how to fuck.

In life, they were mismatched, but in bed, it was perfect. Utterly perfect.  

The feel of him rutting against her, dragging wetness from her cunt with every thrust, her dew bathing his cock entirely had Darla softly mewling in utter delight, moving fluidly against him as she panted against his thick shoulder, his mouth finding her and stealing hot kisses from her beautiful lips.  

He was tight and heavy within her, imposing and unimaginable in size and prowess, the power and rhythm of his fuck making her dizzy and drunk on him, his big hands grasping her delicate face as their tongues entwined, his teeth grazing her lower lip in a soft bite, his moans gone to utter gravel. She was sexual bliss, absolute erotic heaven, his hands tangling in her beautiful ombre curls, fingers weaving through dark brown and blonde, losing himself to her.  

A grumbled groan welled in his throat, hips jerking and sending him deeper, her walls fluttering around him instinctively, a whimper spilling over her lips as he dragged sparks through her core, pleasure taking root and coiling around the base of her spine, like a vine about to ascend.  

He began to pound into her with unhinged vigour and boundless determination, syrupy bliss stirred in her loins, Darla’s hands running down his back and delighting in the feel of every rise and fall of his chiselled, bulky muscles, drinking him in, savouring him while she had him there, relentless between her thighs.  

The sounds of Paradise Circus, one of her favourite songs filtered through the air as he bore down into her strongly, his cock hitting her deep, bright glimmers ignited, her nerves snapping as she felt herself ascending.  

His moans were primal and unabashed as he spiralled towards the same climactic state, fucking her with powerful intent, sensing her release was just as imminent as his. He held his weight up on his forearm, reaching between them and pressing his thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles until she clenched strongly and cried out, breathless in her beauty as she came hard, his cock erupting as his sun shone over her horizon, blinding him, reducing him to nothing but a trembling wreck on top of her.

“Have you got the energy to do that at least another three times to me?” she panted, Tommy arching an eyebrow at her.  

“Only three?”

Yes. He’d most certainly be staying over that night.

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Feral Love: Tommy Conlon X Belinda(Fem OC)- Modern AU

Part 1

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Summary: In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a girl like Belinda wasn’t your typical Philly girl to first think about. It just so happens that she was into the alternative lifestyle and it’s not easy being one around town. While she had a somewhat of a boring life as a bartender and mainly went out with friends and partied too hard. One night however changed her whole world when a shy and really known MMA fighter came into her life. Not knowing that Tommy Conlon would expect a girl like Belinda. Will a goth girl and a fighter collide like the Yin and Yang or just a strange dual for people to judge and see??

A/N: Hey guys welcome back to another post and yes finally the moment has come. It is now time to show some more love for our favorite blue-eyed boy...Tommy Conlon!!! And this is all the original story I am coming up with and yes there will be mentioned in the movie but also everything is from my imagination. I hope you guys enjoy this new story of Tommy. And as always guys. Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 3,317

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Blood, Lit Violence, Lit Fluff(Tommy and Belinda have a moment), Mentions of Bullying, Divorce, Alcohol, and Some Cussing.

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“Hey Belinda, where the hell is my drink? Can I get another round here or what?” Howard called out semi-drunkenly while Belinda was busy attending to another customer at the other end of the bar.

 “Howard, I got you. Just give me a moment, alright?” Belinda said over her shoulder while she was preparing a cocktail drink for another gentleman. 

“Whatever man, just move your ass will ya,” said the drunken man as he raised his glass of whisky in between his lips.

Belinda just rolled her eyes as she then emptied the cocktail shaker into the empty glass cup. As she finished putting a small red cherry on top, she then moved on to Howard on the other end of the bar counter. 

It was another quiet and empty Thursday night in the Old Pittsburg Bar, while the jukebox played in the background was playing its heart out. Belinda didn’t enjoy being here at all, mostly. However, it made her feel some way grateful for having a job, at least even if she had to deal with assholes like Howard. She mostly had an unexciting and cheerful life when she was outside of the bar. 

Pittsburg has been her home ever since her parents got divorced, and it hit her emotionally, mostly. Her mom had a hard time looking for a job around town when they arrived, but she found one. When Belinda was around in middle school, she then got picked on by bullies and being called names. Throughout her teenage years, she became fascinated with the goth subculture, especially the music. And once she went to high school, her love for goth became more blooming than ever before.

She was lucky when she found friends like her while surviving in school. They too felt the same way: outcasts, lonely, shy, and most of all, they just wanted to talk with someone. The other kids in school would say names to them, but once Belinda came along, she would fight back and defend her friends. 

The first time she defended someone was with her first friend, Morticia. Belinda normally walked to her 5th class like any other day, but when she turned a left corner, that’s when she saw her. 

“Hey give that back please,” Morticia said while she was being held back by two other boys while the third was emptying her belongings from her black backpack.

“Or what freak? You’re going to cry that I threw out your stuff? ‘Whaaaaa, whaaaaa, I’m going to cry home to my momma.’ Well, tough luck deadbeat, because I don’t give a damn,” the boy said as he then kicked her bag in the air, landing to the side.

Morticia was then shoved down to the floor, while the boys then laughed some more. While she whimpered, she crouched herself in a fetal position, wanting this to be over soon.

“Hey, you let her go, assholes. Didn’t your mothers ever teach you not to treat a girl like that?” Belinda called, standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You stay out of this weirdo, or you are also going to get it too,” said one boy as he pointed a sharp finger at her.

Belinda just rolled her eyes at this typical cliche comment, and so she walked up to the boy and, in a quick swing, punched him right in the nose. The boy then shrieked out of pain, while the two other boys cussed ‘shit’ together in unison. 

“You fucking bitch, you broke my damn nose,” the boy muffledly said as blood was dripping a bit between his hands.

“What’s with all that screaming?” said a middle age teacher as Belinda then helped Morticia up to her feet.

“She… she broke his nose, Mrs. Carson. We were trying to be friendly, but she just was aggressive,” one boy said, lying about Belinda attacking them first.

“He is a liar, Mrs. Carson. They were kicking and bothering this girl and destroying her things. She is the victim here, not them. I hit him because it was the right thing to teach him a lesson,” Belinda said as she gave a death stare at the three boys.

“Alright enough, I don’t want to hear it. All of you to the front office now, and let’s get you to the nurse’s office too,” Mrs. Carson said as she walked the boy out of the hallway.

Belinda then helped Morticia pick up her school stuff from the floor while she wiped a tear away from the side of her cheek.

“Thank you for helping me back there, but was it necessary to do that to him?” Morticia questioned as she lastly picked up her notebook from the floor.

“It was necessary because nobody like us should get bullied or put down, so that’s why I stood up for you. I just can’t fucking stand it when they treat us like trash and that’s why I punched in the nose,” Belinda said as both girls then made their way to the office.

“It has been going like that for a while. I guess now he won’t bother me now because you came to help me,” Morticia said as she smiled at Belinda.

“By the way, I’m Belinda. What is yours?”

“It’s Morticia, I know it is just like from The Addams Family. It’s very cliche and such an obvious name,” Belinda said sarcastically as she hung her backpack with one strap over her shoulder.

“No, not at all. I think that’s a nice name and oh my god I love The Addams Family and Morticia is a beauty,” Belinda said in an overjoyed tone, making the girl chuckle.

And from that day on, even though her mother got angry at her for doing something so violent. Belinda and Morticia were inseparable friends, and from there they also met and made other friends along the way. One was Freddy, the metal head, Jarlath was the horror and music nerd, and last of all, there was Lethia. Who was a well-known singer in the underground scene, which Belinda was impressed by. She and the rest of the gang would go to her gigs whenever she performs during the weekend. In some aspects, it brings a fair amount of people, but what mattered the most to Belinda was to support Lethia whenever she performed.

As Belinda then filled Howard’s glass cup with the same alcoholic beverage he always consumes, the front door of the bar then opened. As she looked up to see who came in, she didn’t expect such a sight in her eyes.

He was, mostly, very attractive, with big bright blue eyes, tall, and what captured Belinda’s attention was his body structure. His huge bulky arms could only be seen in a fighting ring, while his chest pec could be slightly seen through his long sleeve gray shirt, but his dark green sweater covered the rest over. Belinda never in her life has seen such a man this enormous and muscular that it made her body tense. As he quietly made his way to take a seat on the corner of the bar counter, she then made her way to him. 

“Good evening sir, what can I get you started with tonight?” Belinda said as her body became nervous suddenly.

“Yea hi can I get a beer for just right now thank you,” he said in a rough thick Philly accent while he removed his gray beanie and as he fiddled with a toothpick between his lips.

“You got it,” Belinda replied as she then made her way to get a beer for the new customer. 

As she undid the lid from the beer bottle, she then placed it in front of him, as he mumbled ‘thank you’ in his breath. Before long, though, Belinda found something familiar about him and, to her surprise, she recognized his face quickly. 

“Wait, have I seen you before from somewhere?” Belinda said while he removed the toothpick from his mouth as he took a sip from the bottle. 

“Seems like my face could be anyone that you probably might know or not,” he said as he looked up at Belinda’s eyes as she now saw his face more closely.

“You… you’re Tommy Conlon. You were that famous MMA fighter who fought in that Sparta Tournament right? And I have seen you in high school too. I mean, you might not remember me, but we have met each other before,” Belinda said as she gave a small smile at him. 

Tommy then took a moment at who this woman was and a second later, he remembered who she was as well.

“Yea, I also know who you are, too. We had an English class together. Belinda right?” Tommy said, as he now recalled that time when he went to wrestling practice after school. 

“Yep, that’s me. I know I haven’t changed much, but it’s good to see you, Tommy. And by the way, you look very fit and bigger than I last remembered,” Belinda said in a joking way as a small smile formed on his face.

“Yeah, well, it happens, you know? And I also joined the Marines when I finished high school. I guess you already know what happened if you’ve heard about it in the news,” Tommy said as thought about the events that happened, especially his close friend Manny.

“I heard about it on the TV and I’m sorry to hear that you lost your friend Tommy. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to cope with such a loss,” she said as she gazed into his eyes, as he just nodded his head silently.

“But I promised him I would watch over and take care of his family. That is why I joined the tournament for the money but… I failed him. And his wife and kid, I never felt more shitty and miserable before in my life,” Tommy said as he took another sip from his bottle, feeling a bit of anger inside of him. 

“You did whatever you could to accomplish your promises to Manny, Tommy. I’m sure where ever his soul is resting, I know he is proud of you and appreciates everything you could have done. Don’t let yourself down so much,” Belinda said as she placed her hands on top of the counter, while Tommy quietly nodded his head. 

“Hey Belinda baby, get me another round here again and hurry up,” Howard called again, to which she just closed her eyes while she sighed under her breath. 

“Well, that’s my sign to deal with assholes like him. Let me know if you want something else. Just give me a holler, alright?” she said, not wanting to deal with Howard’s bullshit.

“Hey, Belinda, come on man, get my fucking drink already, will ya?” Howard said in a louder tone, making Tommy look at the drunk.

“Can you give me a second, Howard? I’m coming,” she said, looking over her shoulder, already on the brink of losing her cool.

“Stop talking to that guy and get your ass here already. Damn, you are such a stupid bitch,” the drunk man said, and that made Tommy get off his seat and walk his way over to him.

“Hey calm down yeah and don’t you fucking talk to her like that. And if you can’t shut your damn mouth, then I’ll have to make you shut up myself,” Tommy said, giving the older man a threatening look while he clenched his hands into fists. 

Or what Conlon? Yes, I know who you are going to also knock me out like all those other fighters you hit? Or end up like losing to your brother that you failed to hit back?” Howard said in a slurry speech as Tommy breathed heavily through his nose.

“Tommy, please don’t. it’s alright I got this,” Belinda said as she was now next to him, placing a hand against his strong left shoulder.

“No, Belinda, I’m not letting this dick tell you shit. Just get over there please,” Tommy protested, placing a gentle hand behind her back, making her body tense up by his touch.

“You should listen to what he says, honey, so I suggest you stay out of this and fuck off,” Howard said as he drunkenly waved his hand at Belinda, and Tommy then broke all hell.

Tommy then grabbed Howard by his shoulders and dragged him across the bar counter, along with some bottles and half-filled glass falling over. Belinda jumped back at this in fright while Tommy continued to hit Howard with all of his strength. While other onlookers were watching the messy brawl between the two men, Tommy then lifted Howard up in the air with his hands. And in a flash, he slammed dunk him down on the brown wooden floor. A loud groan escaped from Howard’s mouth. As Tommy now hovered above the drunk man, he then punched the man across the face several times. As the man’s face became progressively bloodier, Belinda then gallantly walked up to Tommy. Before he placed another punch down to the old man’s face, she then strongly grabbed his right forearm with both of her hands. Tommy then looked back into her eyes, and in between everything, his eyes were lost in her dark olive eyes.

“Tommy, that’s enough, please. This has already gotten too far. Just let him go,” Belinda said pleadingly, and without another word, he then let Howard go.

Everyone else in the bar kept staring and in shock at what had just happened. While two other men went over to help Howard up on his feet. Belinda looked back at Tommy as he walked back to his seat and drank his beer down in one quick drag. He placed the bottle down on the counter while he hunched his shoulders as Belinda continued staring at him.

“You should grab your things, and let’s get out of here,” Tommy said as he placed his beanie over his head again.

“But my shift is not over yet, and I have to stay here and clean this me-.” 

“I don’t care. Just grab your bag and let’s get away from here. Come on,” Tommy interrupted her as he straightened himself up from the bar counter.

Belinda looked back at the mess on the floor and up to Howard, who now had a white towel against his nose. As she thought about it for a moment longer, she then came to her conclusion and took Tommy’s words.

“I’ll be out soon. I won’t be long,” she said as Tommy nodded his head in reply.

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Minutes later went by, as Tommy was waiting outside patiently for Belinda to come out. As he heard the door open behind him, she then appeared in different attire. As she was now wearing a long black sleeve shirt along with some ripped black jeans and black boots, what caught his eyes was the black lipstick and the eyeliner in her eyes. Her black raven hair was now up to her hips. Tommy found her new look strangely odd, and yet he found her divine and showing her true self. As he was busy being hypnotized by Belinda’s gaze, she then arched an eyebrow at him. Not knowing if she had something in her eye or just acting weird around her.

“Hey, Tommy, you alright there? Should we get going or do you want to stay out here in the cold and freeze to death?” Belinda said in a snarky tone and Tommy then blinked his eyes as he looked down at the floor.

“Sorry, I was thinking of something, but it’s nothing. But umm… you want me to walk you home or want to grab something to eat if you’re hungry?” Tommy said as he placed his hands inside his gray sweatpants pockets, feeling a bit embarrassed for looking like a fool.

“Tommy, there is something up I can’t tell by that look on your face. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything. I’m an easily open book. And if it has to do something about what happened back there, I just want to say thanks for standing up for me. But you shouldn’t have done that to Howa-.” 

“I think you’re more beautiful right now than you did a while back when I first came inside the bar,” Tommy said, trying his best to not make eye contact with her as he felt his body become warm.

Belinda didn’t know how to respond to what Tommy said about her appearance. Never in her life ever thought that Tommy Conlon, who in question was a well-known MMA fighter. Would go to the gym, lift weights for a living, and have a unique type of lifestyle, unlike Belinda. And out of all the things he would say, he finds her attractive and a sight to see. She would welcome this compliment, but she wasn’t unsure if he really means it or just fucking around with her. Before Belinda could say something back to him, she also felt her face and body get fuzzy, which she found disgusting. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me in saying that. Forget that I didn’t say that I just… just found this look you have different, but it’s a good thing. I just never seen another girl like you around these parts, and you’re the first one for me. I think we should just get going, again I’m sor-.”

“Thank you and don’t be sorry Tommy, it’s ok. And I gotta say too… you’re also actually the first man to ever say something positive about me. I’ve had many assholes before in my life that would just shove me around and say a lot of shit to me. It’s something I already got used to almost my whole life, but it’s whatever you know? Again thank you, that’s sweet of you, and talking about food, I’m actually a little hungry. I’m actually down for some hot dogs. What do you think?” Belinda said as she smiled up at Tommy as she placed a piece of her hair behind her right ear.

“I would love to, and I am serious about what I said earlier. You really are stunningly nice looking, and I meant it a lot,” Tommy said, giving a small and yet shy smirk at Belinda, as they both just stared into each other’s eyes. 

Belinda could feel that sense of warmness grow ever so slowly inside her body while her cheeks now became a light red color. Tommy caught this reaction happening as a slight chuckle came out of his mouth.

“So we’re going to stay like this the whole night or just stare at each other for a little longer,” Belinda said as she straightened her mini backpack straps against her hands. 

“No yea, you’re right. We should get going. I know a good hot dog place around here that you might like. It’s close to where we are right now, but ok if we go walking?” Tommy said as they both now walked side by side as he led the way.

“I don’t mind the walking, but we should go already before it gets late,” Belinda said as she placed her hands underneath her elbows, feeling the chilly night breeze against her body. 

Tommy saw her shake like a leaf and, without hesitation, took his sweater off his body and placed it against her shoulders. Both Tommy and Belinda stop walking for a bit as she adjusted his sweater around her body, while she captured a hint of his pleasing shampoo scent. She shyly smiled back at him while he just nodded his head with no words coming out of him. Once she felt comfortable, they then walked once again shoulder to shoulder, feeling their bodies warm once again.

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A:N: Thank you guys as always for reading my stories. Let me know what you guys thought about this new series. I will again be working on my other stories as usual and I promise that I'll get to James as soon as I can. I have also been trying to get back to my digital art but I will still be typing my other chapters to Max, Alfie, Tommy, and as well Tuck. Agia guys please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for the blog. And again guys thank you and I'll catch up next time. See Ya!!!!

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Mano a Mano: Tom Hardy Characters

Eddie Brock vs. Tommy Conlon

This is just a fun game. I love all of Tom's characters!

Eddie: Whoa, whoa, what did you say?

Venom: I said we can take that guy!

Eddie: What? Are you crazy? No way.

Venom: Pussy!

Eddie: Fuck you!

Tommy: What'd you say to me?

Eddie: Huh? Oh, no, not...not you.

Tommy: Look, either we got a problem or we don't. We cool?

Eddie: Yeah man, totally cool.

Venom: *slaps Tommy on the back of his head as he turns away*

Eddie: Oh, god.

Tommy: Alright, you're dead!

My personal opinion: Run, Eddie, Run!!!

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So many hotties to choose from, I need a little help. 😅🖤

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🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

😮 Anything you included in your fic that you didn’t expect people to like?

🏚 A fic you more or less abandoned?

🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!

Fanfic writer ask game

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

I'm afraid I'm not that subtle.

At least not in what I have posted so far. There are a few series that has many hints as the chapters will have an open ending and hopefully intriguing mysteries will weave through the story until we finally get to the end.

😮 Anything you included in your fic that you didn’t expect people to like?

The beating up a guy in my Tommy Conlon fic.

🏚 A fic you more or less abandoned?

This OC Game of Thrones story. I knew I wasn't gonna write it when I made the moodboard but the idea still doesn't leave me alone.

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The Darkling feels you staring from the side, from the spot that he came to call yours, in his favourite armchair which you moved from its place to his desk. 

The frown deepening on his forehead is not a result of his late-night work on a problem for a change. He feels your connection, which he still tries to deny, practically vibrating in the space between you with your held-back curiosity until it became a truly pestering feeling like an itch he can’t ignore anymore.

He sighs, still not turning to you but raising his gaze from the papers on his desk to stare ahead, refusing to give in more to the hold you have on him.

"You can say whatever is it you want."

A long moment of silence followed the inquiry that wasn’t phrased as a question but sounded like a demand. You waited until he finally looked at you.

"No, I don't think I can," you answered, tilting your head to the side like you are still contemplating the possibilities while you study him with unyielding fascination. When he saw the flash of fear cross through your expressive eyes, he went on to assure you that you have no reason to be afraid in his presence.

"I won't hurt you." 

His reply resulted in something unexpected. Your giggle. 

The General was shocked, to say the least. This fierce, almost bloodthirsty, angry girl, his enemy, his captive, the girl whose temper and dark heart was a match for his, is laughing like an angel and he feels like he is drunk on the sound of it.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you answer gently, still smiling as the room lightens up due to the dissolving shadows the Darkling didn’t even realise were surrounding him. 

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