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mlmxreader · 8 months

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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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josefksays · 3 months

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Warrior (2011)

#Warrior #Tom Hardy #Joel Edgerton #scene #Tommy Conlon #Brendan Conlon

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cinebration · 1 year

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Don’t Overthink It (Tommy Conlon x Reader) [Request]

😀😀😀I can't even say how happy I am you opened requests. So female with tommy conlon. He moves in across the street from her she can't believe her luck to have such eye candy on her doorstep but would never think of anything happening with him she's happy to admire from afar. She lives alone and is one of those people (like myself) who has anxiety and is shy and social awkward. Any way even though she trys to avoid having to talk to him and such it seems like fate keeps making it happen like maybe he does things like giving her lift home when he sees her out and stuff. And she doesn't know what to be saying to him but he thinks it's cute and is quite flirty with her. And maybe she mentioned something about hating how her garden looks and wakes up one morning to a shirtless Tommy fixing up her garden.😀 Basically him bringing her out of her shell and maybe throw a little kiss in there somewhere if you can. I'm literally screaming inside with excitement I so love when you open request your the best in the business.😘—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: itzybitzysstuff

You woke one morning, shuffled into the kitchen for tea, and glanced out the window as you passed through the living room to see the backend of a moving truck slide out of view, revealing a man with a fighter’s build and a blank expression. You froze, then took a few steps back to better see him.

He reached down and hefted a large box into his arms with an easiness that made your throat constrict. His broad back now facing you, he ascended the porch stairs and disappeared through the open door of the house across the street.

You stared for several heartbeats, hoping to glimpse him again.

The door shut.

Disappointment mingling with a strange elation in your chest, you clutched your mug of tea tighter and wandered away from the temptation beyond the window. It felt like ages since you had seen a man who had engendered such a strong physical reaction from you. You kicked yourself mentally, admonishing yourself to get it together.

It wasn’t like you’d ever get to meet him, let alone have a chance with him. The mere thought of trying to string together more than two words in his presence made your stomach clench, anxiety prickling across your skin. Sweat already itched at your armpits.

No, you wouldn’t meet him or entertain meeting him. It would just cause you pain.

You glimpsed back over your shoulder at the closed door across the street.

Your remote work—working in an office building with coworkers milling about made you want to scream—allowed you the opportunity to notice your new neighbor’s comings and goings. He would leave early in the morning and return late in the evening. You watched him lumber down the sidewalk and ascend his stairs most nights, pretending to watch television when instead you were waiting to see him. You had been convinced his first appearance had been a figment of your imagination.

You still didn’t quite believe he was real. No one had lived in that house for almost a year. Why now?

Because you were lonely and maybe a little stir-crazy. You liked the solitude, like being safely ensconced in your home, interacting face-to-face with as few people as possible unless absolutely necessary. You had never really minded it.

But seeing the neighbor stirred something like…longing deep within you. It constricted your chest and pained you more than you would ever admit to your therapist.

A week after the neighbor moved in, you cried yourself to sleep, one thought circling your mind: It’ll never happen.

You covered the window with curtains after that.

Once a week, you had to leave your house to attend therapy. Though you would have preferred speaking over the phone—regardless of the fact that stirred up panic, too—your therapist, a kind but firm woman, insisted that you leave the confines of your house to see her as part of your treatment.

Every third week of the month, you had to leave for a grocery run. The days varied based on how well you worked up the nerve to step out into the world.

Five days out of the month you ventured past your front door.

The first day you braved the outside after your neighbor had arrived, you dragged along a wire-frame push cart two blocks over to the grocer on the corner of an intersection, diagonal from the pharmacy. Keeping your elbows tucked against your torso and your head down, you kept track of people by their feet as you navigated the aisles as quickly as possible without running. At this hour, there weren’t many customers, so you were able to breathe easier.

Your nightmare was that someone would ask you a question or strike up a conversation for no reason. It hadn’t yet happened, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t.

You plucked several canned goods off the shelf, picking food with long shelf lives. For the things that expired quicker, you selected only that which could be frozen and thawed for later. Practice had made the experience fifteen minutes long, with up to an additional ten minutes for lines at the checkout counter. You had it down to a science.

You rounded an aisle, heading toward the cashier.

Your cart collided with something solid.

Heart leaping into your throat, you jerked your gaze up out of reflex, praying you hadn’t hit a person.

You hadn’t. His hand had stopped the cart in its tracks.

You all but swallowed your tongue as you met blue-green eyes in a face too handsome to look at directly. Tearing your gaze away, you babbled, “I’m sorry!”

“S’okay,” a deep voice answered.

A thrill shot through your guts, chased by mounting dread. You pulled gently on the cart, trying to dislodge his grip, afraid he wouldn’t let go.

He relinquished the cart immediately.

“Sorry,” you mumbled again, trying to steer it around him.

“You live across the street from me, don’t you?”

You jerked your head up again, the breath knocked from your lungs as you swiped your gaze over his large frame.

Your new neighbor.

Throat closing immediately, you glanced down at your hands. Your vice-like grip on the bar turned your knuckles white.

“I’ve just, uh, seen you a couple times through the window.”

Your insides twisted further. He had seen you? That meant he had seen you staring. Cheeks hot with embarrassment, you only managed a distressed noise in your throat.

“I’m Tommy.” A hand slid into your vision.

You wanted to scream. You weren’t prepared for any interactions today beyond exchanging money with the cashier, let alone talk with the man you had fantasized about.

You stuck out your hand quickly, shook his briefly as you blurted your name. Rough callouses slid across your palm, sparking strange electricity up your arm and into your chest. Even as you snatched your hand back, you wanted to experience the feeling again.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Yeah,” you managed, and scurried away from him, your whole neck burning in addition to your face. You were sure he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

Lining up behind a woman whose cart was overflowing, you loaded up the conveyor belt with your items and tried to focus on your breathing. You couldn’t abandon the store or your food, no matter how strong the urge was.

You glanced up at the convex mirror above the checkout line. Tommy approached from the aisle directly opposite.

Guts twisting, you glanced away. Your anxiety told you to pray he wouldn’t come near you, but something else in the back of your mind hoped he would.

He lined up behind you.

Heart thundering loud enough to make your arms and hands shake, you swallowed thickly and focused on the cracks in the plastic wrapped around the cart’s metal hand bar. The woman ahead of you took an eternity to finish. The cashier and bagger took even more time to ring up your items and put them in plastic.

All the while, Tommy stood behind you, calm and quiet, a presence you felt drawn to and simultaneously freaked out by. You hurried out of the store, forced yourself not to sprint even when you hit the sidewalk outside and started back home.

A few minutes later, someone fell into step beside you. Glancing aside, you jumped, nearly overturned your cart.

“I thought maybe you never left your house,” Tommy said. “Today’s the first I’ve seen you leave.”

He hadn’t just seen you—he’d been watching you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. You didn’t have a chance to find out, anxiety rendering your ability to think obsolete. All you could do was keep pushing the cart down the sidewalk. Tears threatened behind your eyes as the silence stretched. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you talk to him?

Tommy didn’t seem to mind the quiet. He crossed the street with you and walked you to the steps leading up to your house. “I can get that for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he took the cart from you and lugged it up the stairs. You trudged up after him, your whole body vibrating with anxiety. Some distant part of yourself watched everything from a remove, hoarding up insults to hurl at you later about your behavior.

“Thank you,” you eked out.

“No problem.”

Without another word, Tommy descended the stairs and headed back down the street. To your surprise, he didn’t return home but continued in the direction he normally took most mornings.

He had gone out of his way to walk you home.

Your heart flipped.

I think I need to throw up, you thought, fumbling with your keys.

Two days later, you returned from an unproductive therapy session—your anxiety levels were still too high after your encounter with Tommy—to see the neighbor in question sitting on his porch steps. His hands were wrapped like a fighter, and in one meaty paw was a soda can. He sipped from it as he stared at nothing on the ground.

You hesitated by your steps, watching him. He seemed so distant you almost wanted to reach across space to draw him back.

What? Don’t be stupid.

As if hearing her, Tommy glanced up. The faraway look in his eyes disappeared. He lifted a hand and waved at you.

Swallowing thickly, you jerked a wave back, then scurried inside.

Next week, Tommy was sitting on the steps again. You hesitated, wondering if he would notice you again.

As if on cue, he lifted his head and waved again. His lips didn’t pull into a smile, but his eyes were clear and kind.

You waved again, this time less jerkily, and entered your house with a strange, floating feeling buoying your steps.

Stop that!

The week after, you returned home to find Tommy on your steps. Two cans of soda stood next to his hip.

You hesitated.

“Hey,” he said. “Soda?” He plucked up a can and offered you one.

Nerves twisted your stomach, but you accepted the soda wordlessly. It was your least-favorite brand, but you didn’t care. Tommy popped the lid on his and took a deep gulp, the liquid fizzing.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there, the can clutched between your hands.

“How long’ve you lived around here?” he asked, squinting up at you.

Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to answer as levelly as possible, “Two-and-a-half years.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Sometimes,” you blurted.

Amusement danced in his eyes. “Only sometimes?”

Embarrassment crept hot up the back of your neck. “Yeah, I guess. You know.” Your shrug felt like a robotic jerk of your limbs.

“Neighbors, huh?”

You caught yourself mid-nod. “Not, uh, not that you’re one of them. Annoying, I mean. Obviously you’re my neighbor.” Horror replaced embarrassment as you realized you were babbling, words spewing out of you and making you all the more a fool.

Tommy nodded. “You wanna go to the movies with me on Friday?”

You froze, your entire body locking down. “W-what?”

“The movies.” He glanced at your horrified expression, frowned. “Or something else, whatever.”

Open your stupid mouth and say something.

Gasping for air, you said, “Me?”

Idiot.

Amusement returned to his blue-green eyes. “Yeah.”

“I, uh…” Hysterical laughter pushed at your lips. “I don’t know.”

He paused. “Well, that’s okay. When you do know, you’ll let me know, huh?”

He stood, taking his can with him.

SAY SOMETHING!

“W-wait.”

He paused, turned back around.

“I, uh…nobody’s ever asked, so, uh, I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not…I’m not good with people.”

“Me neither.”

You snorted. “Sure.”

“Most people I talk to I beat up.”

You jerked your head up, brow furrowing. “What?”

“I’m a fighter. Don’t really meet people outside of that.”

“Oh.”

“That a problem?”

You shook your head. “I’m not sure I can…places make me nervous. I’m not good with people.”

You repeated yourself, dumbass.

Fingers tightening on the can, you stared down at the pull tab, grinding your teeth, waiting for him to say “Forget it” and leave.

“You ever been to the beach?”

Frowning, you glanced back at him. “Um…no?”

“There’s not a lot of people this time of year, but the boardwalk’s still open. We could grab some takeout and then sit out there.”

You blinked in surprise. Anxiety reared its head, but desperate hope shoved it back.

“Yeah, okay.”

The corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile. “Okay.”

Nodding, you forced yourself up the stairs and through the front door, glancing back to see Tommy waiting for you to enter before walking back to his place. Heart pounding with a new feeling you were too afraid to identify, you held onto the soda can and wondered how in the hell you had managed to say yes.

Don’t overthink it, the voice in your head screamed.

Staring at the can, you held it against your chest and tried not to scream from excitement.

#Tommy Conlon x Reader #Tommy Conlon #Tommy Conlon imagine #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Warrior #Warrior (2011)#requests

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dilfmade · 3 months

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y’all i need to stop getting fixated on dead fandoms

#rambling.#just watched warrior after years. obsessed w tommy conlon #tommy conlon #tommy riordan #should’ve won. idgaf he should’ve won

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wandawiccan60 · 11 months

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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…

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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 · 2 months

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tommy.

@wooood1 dahling.

#tom hardy #facepuller #tommy conlon #warrior #tommy riordan #tommy bear

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texaschainsawmascara · 1 year

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he looks like he works with his hands & smells like Marlboro Reds

genre of men: Crush by Ethel Cain (part 1)

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tomhardymyking · 8 months

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“𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.” 🎭

I will never forget the happiness and surprise I got when I saw someone with it tattooed during my holiday 😍💖 Let's just say I didn't know it was a tattoo that already existed and I thought it was one exclusive to 𝗧𝗼𝗺 like many others he has until I found more about it after I saw it ☺️

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“𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑎, 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑠.” 🎭

Nunca me olvidaré de la felicidad y sorpresa que me llevé cuando se lo vi a alguien tatuado durante mis vacaciones 😍💖 Digamos que no sabía que era un tatuaje que ya existía y que pensaba que era uno exclusivo de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 como muchos otros que tiene hasta que busqué más sobre él después de que lo vi ☺️

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Filthy Mouth - A Tom Hardy/Reader Smut Drabble.

I had a dream recently about our boy going down on me, so I decided to write it, with a bit more added in. Enjoy, darlings! ;)

Words - 693

Warnings - Absolute filth below the cut! MINORS DNI!

“Fuck, you make my tongue so bloody happy. You have such a gorgeous, wet little pussy, love.”

He has you spread wide before him on the bed, tongue lapping thirstily at your dewy folds, his fingers holding the petals of your cunt apart. “Look at that pretty little clit, Mmmm.” Wrapping your bud in his full lips, he sucks it softly, your little cries delighting his ears. Watching you as his tongue beats softly, he’s transfixed on witnessing your soaring arousal, you nails dragging his scalp, body quivering gently, his mouth sending you right up to the most heavenly realms.

"Fucking love when I suck on your clit, don't you, darlin'? Yeah, you love it, fuck, let me drown in you." When he talks to you like that as he’s eating you alive, it drives you wild, to hear how much he’s enjoying it, too.

“You taste fucking amazing, darlin’. I could stay down here for hours.”

“I could let you, too.” His deep chuckle sends vibrations through your core as he takes your entirety in his mouth, sucking with aplomb, his beard tickling you as he truly buries his face against you. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks at your clit languidly, speeding up, slowing down again, his breath hot against your soaking folds, sucking you once more, groaning deep, deep, deep. Long licks then consume you, the flat of his tongue dragging against your folds, your soft moans making his cock twitch.

“You’re making me so fucking hard. I’m only being gentle with my tongue because I’m gonna completely tear you up with my cock. God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, split this pretty cunt wide open around me, making you scream, make you cum all over me.”

You love it when he talks filthily to you, his tongue speeding up at your bundle, cheeks hollowing as he sucks you again, your clit hard and throbbing, dying for him to push his cock into your fluttering walls, gloss every last inch of him in your slick arousal, feel him fuck you over the edge.

He delights your bud with a cool blow of air, before bathing it in quickly licked circles once again as he slides two fingers into your heat, his little finger pushing into your bum, drawing a deep moan from the depths of your chest. Your hips quiver as they slowly undulate back and forth against his mouth, your moans softening as you feel your clit swept against the rigidity of each roll of his tongue.

“You like it when I ride your face, big man? Mmm, I can’t wait until it’s your dick I’m riding.

“I do, but you’re not riding me. You’re going to be held exactly how and where I want you.” Oooh, forceful Tommy. Your favourite kind, with quietly baleful, yet so simply delivered dominance. It daggers right to your insides, your wet walls fluttering around his fingers.

Hearing his plans for you expedites the tightening coil in your belly to begin sparking, shaking against him as his tongue beats quicker, the fingers within you dragging, digging in, pulling the undoing from you as you crest with magnificence, crying out, your legs wrapping around his head.

You’re still completely breathless and panting as he sits back on his heels, lifting you astride him, dropping your spent, shuddering body down onto his steely erection, clasping you tightly to him as he begins to thrust up into you with determined rolls of his hips.

“I’m gonna make you cum, again and again, until your body can’t bear it any longer.” He promises, cock dragging your walls languidly as he rains kisses all over your neck. His words made your nipples pebble, your heart quickening as you cry out, flexing around him as he speeds up.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Gonna cum on my cock? Fuck, you’re so bloody wet.” He growls, bouncing you on him, hand smacking your bum hard as you feel lightning begin to flicker beneath your skin, your walls clamping on him. “Come on, baby, that’s it. Cum for me.”

And you do. And it’s filthy, charging and hard. Just like him.

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